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"Welcome to your second semester! It's been a few months since orientation, but for those who don't remember me, I'm Dean Woodward," the blue dragon remarked, presiding over the class. "Not only is this the first time we've offered this course, but we've also got a new professor here with us today! I'd like to introduce you to Professor Jacob...well, I'm sure he has a last name, but it's not important. He's okay with you just addressing him as Jacob, right?" he asked, turning to the fox seated at the desk and receiving an enthusiastic nod in response.

"I won't be in your way too long; I just wanted to stop by and give you all a warm welcome. Three things before I go - first, you all must attend the final exam for this course. This is a sixteen-week course, and you'll have the final during the last regularly scheduled lecture period. Second, you are not allowed to talk to anyone about this class or about your professor here, except to Jacob in his office or to others currently in this room during lectures. Third, and most importantly... have fun! Did I miss anything, Jacob?" The dragon asked, now fully turning to face the fox. Rather purposely, he made sure to smack his ever-present erection off the fox's muzzle as he did.

"Nope, I think we're all set! Thanks for that warm introduction, Dean Woodward," Jacob remarked, smiling happily up at the dragon. He stood up to shake Woody's paw, though he was immediately pulled into a hug, feeling the rather large dick sandwiched between their torsos.

"My pleasure," the dragon said with a lewd grin, finally letting the fox go and waving toward the class. "As I said - have fun!" He reminded, striding out of the room, leaving Jacob alone with his pupils at last.

As the fox took a few steps out from behind the desk, he surveyed his first lecture. The class was relatively small for the university, with only thirty or so students in the hall. Jacob was surprised when the dragon had asked him to teach this experimental course, only having arrived at the university as a student one semester ago, but Woody expressed his utmost confidence in Jacob's abilities.

The class was made up of a mix of students, with a roughly even mix between dragons and other species. As Woody finished speaking and left, however, not all of them stayed. Quite a few of the dragons simply followed the dean out, knowing they'd be able to 'persuade' Jacob into giving them a passing grade once the class was over. Some remained behind, along with all the non-dragons who didn't have such luxuries.

Jacob, much like the dean before him, stood near the chalkboards in the room naked and erect. The rest of the class was in a similar shape, though none looked quite as used as the fox at the head of the room. While a majority were fully nude, the rest might as well have been, with their clothes torn or shredded in ways that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Almost all students either were hypnotized into giving up showers by the dragons around campus or were unaware of the state they were in, and as a result, ended up covered in all manner of bodily fluids. True to Woody's orientation speech a semester ago, the non-dragons around campus were forced to ignore anything of this nature, still believing everything to be perfectly normal, just like at any other university.

Jacob cleared his throat as he ignored the departing dragons, smiling toward the class and showing off his brown-stained teeth. "Welcome to TRU History everyone, where we'll be going over how this university came to be. We'll talk all about how our founder, Timothy Rance, first conceptualized this place, what obstacles he had to overcome along the way, and how it was eventually built up to be the respected and top-of-the-line institution it is today," he paused, turning toward the chalkboard.

"Your grade in this course will be pass/fail, but it is still accepted for a number of majors as an elective credit. We'll meet once a week, though my office is always open for any questions or discussion regarding the class. You can find it in room 402, on the fourth floor," he stated, writing the location down on the board as he spoke. "Attendance is mandatory in this class, and you won't be able to pass without it, so I highly suggest showing up every week. 40% of your grade will be made up by attendance, 30% by a mid-semester essay, and 30% by the final exam. There's no textbook or homework aside from the essay, as I prefer to keep this course focused on active, lively discussion during our lectures. Any questions?" He asked, turning back toward the class after writing down the percentages.

"Why isn't a dragon teaching this course, like all the others?" A dragon named Bastian called out from the front row. While the other students were rather quiet and only somewhat paying attention, Bastian seemed particularly focused on the new professor, with a curious look on his face.

"I can't speak to the species distribution of the other courses, but I've spent significant time over the last semester preparing for this with Dean Woodward, and he believes I'm up to the task here. I've got this job for my skills, not on some species-based criteria, and I hope you see that as the weeks go by," Jacob responded. "Does that answer your question?"

Bastian nodded slightly, but the confused look didn't drop from his face. He still couldn't quite understand what was going on with a fox leading the class of all species, much less one that looked like he'd just crawled out of a sewer. He ignored it for the moment, sitting back in his chair, though his eyes stayed glued to the new professor. Even as the other dragons in the course put some of their follow students under a trance and fucked their way through the first lecture, Bastian only had eyes for Jacob.

"Good. Now, onto business..." Jacob started, launching into his prepared lecture notes for the day. For as hard as he tried, listening to him was almost impossible. Slaps were heard in some areas of the room as some dragons ravaged the tailholes around them, rather wetly squelching in and out. Others were from the sloppy sounds of oral, with messy slurps carrying out over Jacob's voice. In some cases, even from the same groups, dragons were busy relieving themselves, pissing on or in the smaller males, shitting on the floor, or just ripping extremely loud flatulence to drown out the fox at the head of the room. Jacob, oblivious to all of it, continued to speak regardless of who could hear him. He was determined to do his best with the first class, regardless of whether anyone was paying him any attention.

Nearly forty-five minutes later, and with a good portion of the class considerably more exhausted and fuller than they were when it started, Jacob finally finished. "...and in 1875, Timothy Rance University finally received its official paperwork, and the first student body attended later that fall. With that, it looks like we're all done right on time!" Jacob said happily. "That's all for today, and I'll see you guys next week," he remarked, giving a small wave to the class.

Most of the students stood up to leave, some with considerably more difficulty than others with the abuse they were put through, but Bastian headed in the opposite direction. He directly approached Jacob before the fox could head back to his office, continuing the conversation he'd started earlier.

"So, Jacob, what's the actual deal here? How'd you get this job? I thought only dragons had these powers," he demanded.

"Powers? What powers?" Jacob asked, tilting his head. "I told you...I got the job based on my abilities as a teacher. Why is that so hard for you to accept?"

"Oh come on, it's just us. I don't know why you're pretending this is some big secret. I know the other students don't know what actually happens here, but there's no way you'd be staff without being in on it, so spill already."

"I don't know what you're talking about, and if you keep up this line of questioning, I'll have no choice but to report you to the dean," Jacob retorted.

"Enough of this," Bastian remarked, grabbing Jacob by the shoulders and looking into his eyes. Jacob struggled for a moment, but almost effortlessly, the dragon had the fox under his control, and the vulpine's arms fell limp to his sides. "That was...way too easy..." Bastian said softly to himself, gears in his mind turning. He operated under the assumption that Woody only kept the most powerful hypnotists on staff, but it seemed that this really was just an ordinary fox. Why he was given power over a class, Bastian had no idea, but for now, it hardly mattered.

"Well then...this is going to be a fun semester," he said a bit louder, with an almost evil grin on his face. "While I've got you here...go ahead and start licking my cock and balls clean, and put some passion into it, enjoy it. Really sensual," Bastian ordered, feeling the fox dropping to his knees even before he'd finished speaking.

Jacob, powerless to do otherwise, quickly sank down to his knees in front of Bastian. Despite the precedent that Woody usually set, not all the dragons around campus were erect 100% of the time, though the power over the fox was quickly getting Bastian there. The warm tongue wasn't hurting matters either. Jacob had taken the semi-hard shaft in both paws and got to work, hefting it up slightly and moving his muzzle underneath. It was hit or miss with how clean a dragon would be around campus - usually dependent on which end of one of the other students they were last in - and the fox found immediately that he had quite a bit of work to do.

He started lower, doing his best to clean up the mess left behind. Jacob's tongue ran over the green-scaled orbs hanging well below the shaft, sliding through the dried feces from Bastian's recent exploits. His saliva slowly wetted the waste once more, though for a time, it was still questionable whether Jacob was making his problem bigger or not. Subsisting on a diet of dragon shit for nearly six months now meant the fox muzzle was absolutely covered in it, both inside and out.

"Hurry up slut, you've got a lot more work ahead of you, and I've got other things to do today," Bastian called down to him. "Suck it all off."

Jacob, as ordered, opened his muzzle wider and stretched it around the nut he was lapping at, barely able to fit it inside. His tongue attacked it wildly, salivating heavily as the stale shit was scraped off and gulped down. It didn't take long before he was able to move to the second and repeat the procedure, leaving Bastian's balls as the only relatively clean parts of his body.

As the fox started on the shaft above, he realized what the dragon meant by 'a lot more work'. Not only was the length impressive as he looked at it fully hard, but shit was absolutely caked across it. Big chunks of it had dried on, and the only parts that weren't completely brown were in the cracks formed while the dragon stiffened. Jacob had barely started at the base before he knocked a relatively large clump off and swished it around in his muzzle, wetting it a bit before he bit it in half and gulped it down. He quickly went back and continued his journey, eyes closed as his tongue slid against the bumps of waste over the surface, though a new taste quickly joined the mix. Pre was streaming down the underside of the shaft until it was collected by the overeager fox tongue, mixing with the waste he had for an appetizer.

Once Jacob had finally worked his way up to the tip of the mammoth length, he took the quicker approach to cleaning once more and started swallowing the cock whole. He started with the tip, encircling the first couple inches and swirling his tongue around it, giving it the attention it deserved for a few moments. As he progressed, he was more limited as the slimy appendage was pinned to the bottom of his maw by the sheer girth of the dragon dick, and the pressure around the head was replaced by his practiced throat. More and more shit-covered flesh disappeared between the brown lips of the fox until his nose bumped against the scaly crotch of Bastian, signifying the end of his lengthy trip. He stayed down there for a bit, giving a few loving sucks to the length, though with the natural size difference between the two, the additional pressure was barely felt over the stretched esophagus cradling the warm cock.

As he pulled off the first time, his lips remained absolutely glued to the shaft, bringing a full mouthful of feces back with him. Jacob left the tip inside while he swished the mush around, mashing it up even further with his tongue, simply enjoying the experience as he was ordered to. Instead of swallowing, he started his next bob down the length, letting the hot flesh force the shit down where it belonged.

Each time he went up and down, less and less waste came back with him, but the taste never left his tongue. Jacob was able to savor the taste of shit mixed with pre the entire time, and his brown saliva kept Bastian's cock from ever being truly clean. Neither seemed to mind the lack of progress anymore, though Jacob was still trying according to his orders.

Bastian placed a paw on the back of the fox's head and started forcing him up and down, and soon enough, all remaining pretext of cleaning had flown out the window. A second paw was soon added as the dragon gripped both sides of his willing servant's head, holding it still as he started roughly thrusting into it. His freshly cleaned nuts repeatedly slapped off the bottom of Jacob's chin as his length visibly and obscenely stretched out the fox's throat, never once fully pulling out. He kept up the pace for nearly three minutes, leaving Jacob on the verge of losing consciousness from lack of oxygen before he finally hilted himself one last time, throbbing inside Jacob's esophagus and pumping his jizz straight into the stomach below.

He left himself there for a while, really filling the fox up before he pulled himself back, taking hold of his shaft and pointing it right between Jacob's eyes, painting the shit-coated fox face with fresh dragon cum. Bastian breathed heavily as he stood above his latest victim, enjoying his post-orgasmic bliss by milking out the last few droplets of seed and smearing them on Jacob's nose. Happy with his first-day abuse of his teacher, he sighed and dropped his control over the fox.

"Wh...what were we talking about? Sorry, I just...spaced out there for a second," Jacob replied, still kneeling on the floor, covered in cum and staring down the length covered in his saliva.

"Just talking about how much I'm going to enjoy your ass - er, class - this year," Bastian remarked, taking a step forward again and sliding his cock across the top of Jacob's muzzle, smearing the cum around to really rub it in, as well as leaving a treat for the next one to suck him off. The fox, meanwhile, failed to realize anything was out of the ordinary, and spoke as he would to anyone else.

"I'm happy to hear it, and really hope you do. As I said earlier, my office is always open if you want to talk more," he replied.

"I'll have to take you up on that sometime..." Bastian said with a grin, at last stepping back. "I've got another class I've got to get to, but thanks for the talk, teach."

"My pleasure. Until next week," Jacob said happily, waving the dragon out of the room while idly lapping at the spooge sliding down his cheek.

---

Jacob smiled to himself as he stood before the class again, bright-eyed and ready for his second week as a professor. Students filed slowly into the room - those that attended last week came back again, but a couple of the dragons who had walked out also came back, mostly out of boredom. Classes were always an easy way to find a collection of victims to hypnotize where they could have their pick. With a glance up at the clock, Jacob nodded and took a small step forward, addressing the class.

"How's everyone doing today?" He asked casually, doing his best to set an informal tone. A chorus of mumbles echoed back, though a couple exceptionally loud voices simply yelled the word 'HORNY.' Jacob simply nodded and continued as they died down. "Good, good. Now, if you all remember, last time we ended with the founding of the university, and the troubles that went into setting it up. Today, we're going to go over the initial layout of the university, and I'll give you the high-level overview of the departments that have been here from the very start. Luckily, we've even got some early pictures to show! So, without any further ado, let's start sketching this out."

Jacob turned his back and picked up a long piece of white chalk, drawing a rather large rectangle. "So, here we have the initial campus. It started small, before we acquired more land and approval from the city to build. It was roughly square in shape, and about an acre in area. We focused mostly on the humanities at the start, with the philosophy building over here..." he started, tracing the outline of a building on the left side of the drawn campus. A bit of laughter echoed out through the classroom at this point, but Jacob ignored, it, continuing to draw.

"Uh...professor? Can you leave it up a bit longer before you erase it so we can copy it into our notes?" an otter piped up from the front row, one of the most attentive of the class.

"Erase? What?" Jacob asked, having turned around to the student, only to face the chalkboard once more to see the left half of his drawing gone. "I didn't..." he started, turning to the left a bit more. "Bastian? What're you doinulghhughhh" Jacob uttered, before a sudden stream of hot dragon piss cut him off.

Knowing what he did to the fox after their encounter the previous week, the dragon was wasting no time in tormenting his new target. While Jacob wrote on the board, Bastian walked up behind him and simply lifted his cock, aimed, and let loose. Jacob's arm was drenched in urine from the dragon starting to follow it around the board, which started the snickering behind him. As soon as he had the fox's full attention, the stream was directed straight at the shit-stained muzzle, which now poured down the naked vulpine's body and started pooling on the floor.

Soon enough, the stream was lowered, with Bastian choosing to hose down the rest of the fox. "What are you doing up here? Did you erase my board?" Jacob finished irately, vaguely gesturing behind him toward the soaked drawing as flecks of piss flew out of his muzzle.

"Me? I've been standing over here. I just have bad eyesight, so I wanted a closer look," Bastian said innocently, lifting his cock a bit higher again and aiming at Jacob's face once more. The fox, powerless to even realize what was happening, took a step back toward the board, but never left the dragon's gaze. He did his best to draw while only glancing at his paw, but he soon realized the chalk was instantly disappearing the second it went down, and the dragon wasn't close enough to erase it - though his jet of urine certainly was.

Upon realizing that his sketch was magically disappearing, Jacob sighed and dropped the chalk. "I'm sorry class, I don't really know what's going on. You can all see me drawing it up there - I guess the chalk's just faulty or something; I've never seen anything like this in my life. I suppose we can just cut to the presentation and see the layout live - they are old pictures though, so it might be difficult to see some of the finer details.

"One sec, teach, before we do that," Bastian started. Jacob turned to look at him, and instantly felt his arms grow limp. The dragon stepped forward, his stream of acrid piss finally dying down as he whispered to the fox, wanting it to be a surprise for the rest of the class. "I want you to do the presentation, but bent over the edge of your desk," he began, as quietly as he could while still making sure Jacob could hear him. "The dragons will all be up here around you, but I want you to ignore us until I tell you, and everything we do. Pretend we're not here at all until I tell you to get up. Got it?" He asked, and when Jacob nodded, he dropped the fox's control.

"Never mind," Bastian said loudly, giving some level of closure to the rest of the students, while still standing near the fox and rubbing his shaft.

"Okay then..." Jacob said suspiciously, eyeing Bastian as he grabbed the remote to lower the projector screen. Obeying his commands, once the setup was in place and the presentation was displaying to the class, Jacob positioned himself near the edge of his desk, out of the way, and bent over it.

Behind the fox, Bastian took hold of the formerly fluffy tail, smirking to himself as he appreciated the urine-soaked nature of it, and lifted it up. If his grin could get any wider, it certainly did as he revealed the treasure beneath. A sick mixture between a squelch and a wet peeling noise echoed out as the dragon observed the mess he was working with. Jacob had clearly already been fucked that day at least once, with some jizz leaking out of his hole. The main attraction, however, was the sheer amount of shit caked over the fox's cheeks, kept wet through the repeated violations of his tailhole. The fox had clearly not been allowed to clean it since arriving at the university, and Bastian wasn't about to tell him to do it now.

The dragon stepped forward and simply pressed his shaft between the fox's cheeks, shivering slightly in pleasure. He slid it up and down a few times, really coating the length in waste before lining the tip up and pushing inside, finding no resistance whatsoever. "God you're a slut..." he whispered, which Jacob ignored, as he started up his presentation.

"As I was saying before, this is the actual philosophy building, as it was originally erected," Jacob started, while already being forced forward and back by the thrusts of the dragon behind him. With a wave, Bastian signaled for the rest of the dragons in the class to come join him, and soon Jacob found himself surrounded by seven of the largest students in the room. One of them needed no further instructions, and as Jacob tried to continue talking, was abruptly cut off by another jet of urine.

"At least let him try to teach," Bastian said with a laugh, still thrusting away into the shit-filled passage the fox called a tailhole, sending wet squishes echoing through the hall. With a sigh, his fellow fox abuser turned his stream onto the top of Jacob's head instead, and the vulpine picked up his speech as if he'd never stopped. Unable to resist, however, the dragon flooded the professor's maw with urine a few more times before he was finished. Bastian simply shook his head and continued fucking - while he believed he was powerful enough to get the dragons to do what he wanted, it was more fun to let them do their own things.

"And over here..." Jacob continued, doing his best to keep the lecture going for the half of the class that wasn't trying to fuck his brains out. The other students diligently took notes, never knowing what they'd need for their essay or the final exam, completely oblivious to the orgy happening right in front of their noses. The stench of shit assaulted them, wet slaps filled their ears, and their eyes were treated to the desk shaking slightly back and forth, their professor completely out of view as the dragons surrounded him. They kept paying attention though, looking primarily at the presentation slides, jotting down bits of information about what was on them.

While it was inconsistent, the presentation went on, with Jacob getting pissed on by each dragon in turn. It didn't take long for Bastian to bend over the top of the fox and thrust with all his might, causing abrupt spikes in the volume of Jacob's voice while teaching. The dragon had to keep adjusting his stance as he worked, as the desk itself was sliding across the floor from the force he was putting in. The disgusting entry combined with the warm embrace around his shaft and the exhibitionist display he was putting on led him to a quick orgasm, roaring purposefully loud to drown out the fox's speech. Jets of burning hot dragon semen flooded the professor's bowels, with the pressure quickly causing it to spurt out through the seal of his anus gripping Bastian's shaft.

"Alright...who wants sloppy seconds?" the dragon breathed, stepping back and dribbling his shit-and-cum mixture across the floor of the classroom, adding onto the puddle of urine that covered most of the tiled floor by this point. Jacob's gaped tailhole remained open, almost begging for another taker, which it very soon had. The next one in line wasted no time, having shoved his way to the front of the queue, sending the desk further across the classroom with each thrust. Before long, the desk finally found its way against the opposite wall, allowing the dragons to go to town as forcefully as possible.

While Bastian took his time wiping his shaft on Jacob's already-messy fur, the remainder of the dragons were stroking themselves around the fox. Not all of them would get the chance to use Jacob's tailhole today, however, as one of them couldn't seem to control himself. Speeding up his masturbation, he soon found himself reaching his climax, shooting out not just over the fox, but Bastian and a couple other dragons standing on the fox's opposite side.

"Someone's got a hair trigger," Bastian joked, now wiping both his jizz and another dragon's onto Jacob.

"Shut up, man. You try holding it around him."

"I did. That's my cum Jeremy's shoving himself into right now, in case you forgot," Bastian said with a grin.

"That's just cause you went first. Not only did we have to watch that, but damn he stinks. This slut's fucking coated in shit, like he sleeps in someone's asshole or something. Every single one of us pissed on him and he's still more brown than orange. You can't control yourself that long around that," he paused, gesturing to his right as the roar of one of his compatriots cut him off, sending more ropes of jizz flying across Jacob's back. "See?!"

"Um...professor? Can you speak a bit louder? We can't really hear you..." the same otter piped up, glaring at the dragons at the front of the room, able to hear the noise but not make out what they were saying.

"What? Why not?" Jacob asked, oblivious to the conversation happening around him.

Before the otter had a chance to reply, one of the dragons who hadn't blown their load yet quickly swept across the room, put the mustelid under, and rather unceremoniously shoved himself inside the student's maw. It only took a few thrusts before he blew inside the warm throat, doing his best to keep the small male quiet. Rather than let the otter get back to asking annoying questions after swallowing a rather large load, he was kept under the dragon's control and ordered to lick at the scaled feet for the rest of class.

"I...guess never mind," Jacob said shortly after not getting a response, all while feeling the second load of the class filling up his ass. Soon after, the third took the place of the second, and Jacob was being fucked anew. A few minutes later, he paused and looked up at the clock in the room, sighing. "Well, I thought I'd planned this lecture out to fill the time...but I guess not. We'll pick up here next time I suppose - class dismissed," Jacob said, a bit annoyed at himself for not planning appropriately, having lost significant time to foreign streams of urine blocking off his speech.

At Jacob's word, most of the students packed their things up and left. The dragons who'd already gotten off in or on the fox took off as well, splashing their way across the classroom floor as they headed out, leaving only a couple of others surrounding Jacob. Bastian had chosen his words carefully, making sure he told the fox not to get up until he'd given his permission, rather than at the end of the lecture. As such, Jacob remained in place, dutifully taking the loads of two of the other dragons up his ass over the course of the next fifteen minutes. They eventually took off, dripping cocks adding to the mess on the floor before Jacob and Bastian remained, with the dragon taking a seat at the desk and putting his feet up.

"You can acknowledge me now, but only me" Bastian casually remarked, and Jacob simply shook his head, trying to regain focus.

"Bastian? What're you still doing here? Class ended almost twenty minutes ago," he said with a glance to the clock, ignoring the scaled footpaws mere inches away from his nose.

"Just came to chat again - I so enjoyed our conversation after the last class," Bastian remarked. He didn't give Jacob any time to say much else though, making eye contact with the fox and assuming control once more.

"You did make an awful mess in here," Bastian said, gesturing to the floor. "Which, luckily for you, I approve of. What you need to fix, however, is the mess that you made on my footpaws as a result," he remarked, wiggling his toes closer to Jacob's nose, causing a few droplets of piss and cum to fall onto it. "Lick them clean," he said simply.

Jacob leaned forward, still not having been told to get up from the desk, and started lapping at the soles. The taste of urine filled his maw once more, quite familiar with it from the streams blasting him during class, but this time he was permitted to swallow. It wasn't much, and the liquid nature made the cleaning job relatively fast, but it was more about the humiliation than anything.

By now, the lecture hall was filling again with the next class, again a mixture of hypnotists and non. The next class's dragons laughed as they walked in and saw what was going on, though they had no knowledge that Jacob was a teacher. To them, it was some random fox put on display for the rest of the students to enjoy. Once Jacob had moved up to Bastian's toes and started sucking them clean, the next professor had entered the room, nodding in approval upon seeing what was taking place before him.

"May I?" the next professor asked, gesturing to Jacob's ass, to which Bastian nodded. The larger, more powerful dragon quickly assumed his position and started pushing into the well-used hole as Bastian finally took his footpaws off the desk. Having completed the handoff to the next class, Bastian considered his job done, and patted the professor on the back as he assumed control.

"Sorry about the mess," Bastian joked.

"Couldn't even tell - looks like this half the time anyway," the professor said with a small laugh.

"He'll stay there until I tell him to get up, and ignores any dragons around him, though I guess since I assume you're stronger, you could change that if you wanted to. So, up to you - I definitely encourage you to share though; the last class really enjoyed him," Bastian grinned.

"Oh I will. And he'll get up at some point I'm sure, but I like this idea - handing off a proper slut from one class to the next. Thanks for having him here ready for me. Same time next week?"

"You got it," Bastian nodded, turning his back and finally heading out of the room.

Jacob, meanwhile, was stuck in his position, not allowed to get up and endlessly assaulted by cock. Continuing the cycle, the next professor grinned as he turned to face the class, never stopping his thrusts into the fox. "I hope you don't mind class, but I'll be doing my lecture from over here," he remarked, slamming Jacob into the desk against the wall. So anyway..." he began, happily fucking away while putting the vulpine on display for another set of students, cementing Jacob's place as one of the most famous sluts the university had to offer.

---

As the weeks went by, the class became more crowded. The dragons currently attending were able to work out a loophole in the initial instructions the dean had given them, allowing them to text their classmates who weren't showing up during the lecture and to tell them to get there. Naturally, while they could fuck a fox anywhere on campus, there was something special about the allure of being able to do it to a teacher. The class was nearly as full as it was on the first day, and being none the wiser to the reasons, Jacob couldn't be happier that it was a success.

While the class flow largely continued as it had in the past - dragons finding any excuse or way to fuck Jacob while his lectures went on, and his nearly incessant golden showers - it took a while for the next 'innovation' in the lesson plan. The class had filed into the lecture hall, but the reactions seemed relatively mixed to what they were seeing. Jacob sat at the front of the hall, and while some students seemed interested in what was going on, the rest were confused.

"Um...professor? Are you going to start the lecture soon?" A voice called out after seeing that the fox was supposed to start teaching ten minutes ago.

Jacob simply held out one of his paws, lifting a finger as if to signal to the student to wait, and got back to what he was doing. Bastian had less regard for allowing the lesson to continue as planned after each lecture, and he'd spent the first part of the class facefucking Jacob. To the vulpine's credit, he was keeping up with the rough thrusts as much as possible, even pushing his face into them to meet the powerful hips and heavy sack slapping his muzzle each time. After giving the quick 'hold on' sign to his class, his paw returned to the dragon's ass, practically pulling Bastian forward and into his throat.

When he was ready for the rest of his plan to commence, Bastian found the strength to speed up a bit more, taking hold of the back of Jacob's head and slamming himself forward a few more times, not needing much more encouragement to finally start flooding the fox's stomach with a fresh coating of dragon jizz. After sliding his cock back out of the warm hole, Jacob started coughing, trying to get his breath back after accepting the load, inadvertently bringing some of the cum back up and hacking it everywhere in front of him.

As soon as Jacob got his breath back, Bastian stepped forward once more. "Keep drinking," he said simply, pushing his shaft back past Jacob's lips and relaxing a bit, going for a nice post-orgasmic piss inside the fox. Cheeks repeatedly bulged and flexed as the maw filled up with golden waste before gulping it down, only to find itself full again seconds later. The toilet professor kept flushing himself as fast as possible, fulfilling his role as a professional septic tank while not spilling a drop. Only after Bastian felt his bladder empty did he return to his seat and drop his control.

Jacob, now feeling his stomach bloated, stood up from his desk chair and quickly got to work, not acknowledging the delay in class - if he could even remember it. "Now, today class," he paused, belching rather loudly, sending the acrid taste of piss and cum back over his tongue. "We're going to discuss the recent expansions to the university, and how it got to the full size it was today. In 1974..." he paused, looking around for his chalk, not finding any.

"Sorry...give me a moment, seems the university's too cheap to provide me with enough chalk for my lectures..." Jacob muttered, slightly frustrated. Instead of leaving the room to find some, however, Jacob squatted down at the front of the room, lifted his tail, and started to push. It took a while for anything productive - as usual with the fox, the first flood of waste pouring out of his tailhole was a battered mixture of cum and shit, splattering across the tile marked with weeks of his golden showers. It took a while, but eventually a couple logs poured out, landing with a wet splat on the floor below. They weren't the most solid, with a consistency softer than ice cream, but they would do. Jacob simply reached down, picked one up, and started smearing it across the chalkboard. "Anyway, as I was saying, in 1974..." he continued, smearing out the date with his own feces.

Bastian turned around as one of the other dragons nudged him from behind. "What'd you tell him to do before class?" he heard, with a slight chuckle in the voice asking.

"Usual stuff, blowjob and drinking piss, but figured I'd try to get him dirtier during class. So first, he thinks shit is chalk now," he paused, gesturing toward the fox continuing to prattle on and smear his waste over the board. Before he could continue, however, Jacob turned around and sighed, addressing the class.

"I know this is a weird ask, and I doubt anyone will...but does anyone out there happen to have any chalk on them? I already ran out of what I found, and I'd rather not have to go all the way down to the supply cupboard and hope there's some down there," Jacob asked, clearly frustrated.

"Can we get some different color chalk too? This is kinda hard to read..." one of the other students piped up, having difficulty reading the rather dark brown feces smeared over a dark green chalkboard.

Bastian made some minor show of checking in a non-existent bag before standing up and heading to the front of the class again. "I've got a bit I think," he said with a grin, squatting down next to Jacob and lifting his tail. Having known he was going to do this ahead of time, the dragon had a significant amount of chalk to give.

A loud crackling sound echoed throughout the classroom as the first couple logs escaped Bastian's tailhole. Thick, chunky, and very solid logs curled around on the floor, the scent quickly wafting up and hitting both his and Jacob's nostrils. Waste poured forth at a rapid pace, and the dragon could only sigh in relief at finally emptying his bowels. Huge chunks of dragon shit flopped down into the massive pile, though as time went on, they became a bit less solid. They were still more stiff than Jacob's mushy logs, but not nearly as hard as the first few. By the time he was done, a massive pile lay underneath him, easily twice the size of Jacob's head.

Silent as his desired chalk was delivered, Jacob stepped forward and picked up one of the larger, firmer logs, tilting his head a bit as he looked at Bastian. "Is this like...sidewalk chalk for dragons?" he asked, a bit confused. "It's huge..." he said incredulously, having to use both paws to hold the log that was larger than his forearm.

"Something like that," Bastian said with a grin, lowering his tail without wiping and heading back to his seat.

"Thanks though," Jacob said as the dragon started walking away, turning back to the board and struggling to accurately write with the giant chunk of dragon shit in his paws.

"Anyway, as I was saying," Bastian continued, turning to the dragon behind him and talking over Jacob's resumed lecture. "Second, he thinks 'chalk' is edible," he paused, and almost right on cue, Jacob paused in his sentence and took a massive bite out of the feces, struggling to chew through the sticky mess. His jaws mashed the waste into a nearly liquid state before he gulped it down, letting out a relaxed sigh and continuing as if nothing had happened.

"Then third...he thinks he's the eraser for the chalkboard," Bastian finished, and it didn't take long to see what he meant. As Jacob had filled the board with smeared dragon shit vaguely arranged to look like letters and numbers, he shoved the remainder of the log he was holding into his muzzle and started to erase what he'd written. He stepped closer to the board and pressed his torso into it, sliding his upper body along and collecting the feces onto his fur. His arms waved up and down as they did their best to gather up the waste they could, completely covering his front side in dung. Due to the size of the board, he couldn't erase it fully before he realized he was no longer making any progress and turned himself around to use his back.

Upon turning, he revealed his completely shit-coated front to the class, and if he wasn't stained brown before, he certainly was now. While some splotches of Jacob's legs still had slight bits of orange showing through, nothing above his waist did whatsoever. His entire torso, arms, and even his head were covered in fresh shit. After making his way to the end of the board, Jacob faced it once more and exhaled, shaking his head. While the larger chunks of 'chalk' were now stuck to his body, it was still smeared all over the chalkboard, and would make writing anything new nearly impossible. "Give me a couple minutes, class..." he said softly, and stepped back toward the board, tongue exposed.

Jacob dragged his tongue up and down as much as he could, lapping up the stains of shit left behind. The bitter, earthy flavor of Bastian's dung was his world, and he wanted to clean as quickly as possible to get back to his lecture. It wasn't perfect, but it at least got the chalkboard back into a semi-usable state, and the dragons in the class absolutely adored the show. By the time Jacob had turned around again, his pile of chalk had grown immensely, and one of the other students was still in the process of adding to it.

"Got some more chalk for you, teach," the dragon said with a grunt. The class was soon greeted with the sights, sounds, and smells of rippling flatulence quickly followed by hot jets of chunky diarrhea covering the pile.

"Thank you, but...I really don't think I need this much," Jacob said, shaking his head a bit, realizing the pile was almost half as big as he was after so many dragons contributed to it. "Why do you all have so much chalk on you anyway..." he wondered aloud.

"Always good to be prepared, especially to help out a professor like you," the dragon said with false sincerity, wiggling his ass slightly to knock off the last few droplets of shit.

"Well...thanks, again," Jacob said, still more confused than ever. Unsure what else to do, he picked up one of the logs off the top of the pile, now dripping with liquid waste, and returned to his lecture. The class was largely uneventful from that point forward, with Jacob filling up the chalkboard once more, giving up upon realizing it was almost physically impossible for any more feces to stick to his upper body, and calling an end to class early with no other method of cleaning the board anymore.

As the students packed up and headed out, Jacob shook his head and looked down at the massive pile of waste still left on the floor. "Does anyone want their chalk back?" he asked loudly.

"Nope - that's all for you, teach. Eat up," Bastian said with a smile, the only one not having left his seat yet.

"Alright, if you're sure..." Jacob said uneasily, but soon got down onto his knees and took a big whiff of his meal. His stomach rumbling from hunger, he lowered himself down onto all fours and took a big bite out of the top of the mound. He didn't even have to move his head downward to reach the first part of it, salivating as the ever-familiar flavor of dragon shit flooded his muzzle again.

Jacob's fangs easily sank into the waste, mashing it apart and gulping it down unceremoniously, going back for more seconds later. Nasty squelching constantly echoed out from his muzzle. The fox was heavily trained to chew with his mouth open, and Bastian could easily see the brown sludge repeatedly sliding down Jacob's throat just to get replaced with more. The dragon put his footpaws up on the railing in front of him, idly masturbating as he watched the fox continue his meal, barely making a dent in the pile.

Continuing his efforts in cross-class collaboration, the pile proved to be far too much for Jacob to finish by the time the next lecture started. The same professor as every other week came in the room, excited to see what state Jacob would be left in for him today.

"Well now...shitty class today, eh Bastian?" The professor joked, walking over to Jacob and getting a close-up view of the coprophile attacking his meal.

"Yep. Check out the board," Bastian replied with a grin, with the professor laughing as he looked over its shit-smeared surface.

"What am I supposed to write on now?" He asked good-naturedly, not seeming at all bothered by his chalkboard being covered in dragon excrement.

"You've got more students, they can lick it clean," Bastian said with a wave of his paw. "This guy would probably just mess it up more."

"No kidding," the professor remarked, taking a step toward Jacob and pressing his footpaw into the back of the fox's skull, mashing his face down into the pile of shit and holding it there. "I take it you enjoyed yourself then?" he asked casually, as if he wasn't drowning a fox in feces.

"Oh yeah," Bastian remarked, equally as uncaring about Jacob's state. "Such a good toilet, that one is, as I'm sure you're aware."

"How could I not be? You serve him up on a silver platter for us every week. I'd say he's the most well-fed fox in the school at this point."

"I do my best," Bastian chuckled, finally releasing his erection and standing up, stretching a bit. "Well, I think I'm gonna head off and find someone tighter to take care of this," he remarked.

"Have fun. I'll be here, making use of your generous gift," the professor said with a smirk, finally releasing Jacob's head from the pile. The fox hadn't stopped eating, however, and even once freed, immediately lowered his head and took another bite of feces. As Jacob ate, the larger dragon now in charge of the classroom stepped over to the fox's head and squatted down, landing a rather solid log of waste between Jacob's ears. It coiled around a bit before the next one flopped off the side and into the pile below. It seemed Jacob wasn't going to be done eating for a long while.

---

Jacob could hardly believe it, but the weeks were quickly ticking by. Nearly three quarters of the way through the semester, and the class was full every week. He suspected that the attendance being part of the grade was part of it, but almost no one had dropped the course, and he'd hoped that meant it was entertaining - or at least, easy enough for everyone. The only real graded assignment was soon upon them, however, and Jacob wanted to make sure everyone had no reason to miss handing theirs in.

"Remember, class! Essays are due by end of day today! If you haven't already given me yours, I'll be in my office later for you to drop it off," the vulpine called out, voice rising and falling as the dragons made their usual use of his body during the class, bent over the desk yet not allowed to realize the ravaging of his tailhole. It took a few hours before Jacob could return to his office after being passed to the next couple classes for use, but eventually he made the short trip back, leaking a veritable river of dragon cum to mark his path.

Jacob wasn't sure why he held his office hours - hardly anyone ever showed up. Even the dragons would get their fill with other students, rather than knowing there was a vulnerable professor always there for the taking. He sighed as he wetly sat down in his chair, leaning over the armrest and busying himself on his computer, unable to prevent a lake of cum from soaking into the fabric beneath him. He didn't expect today to be any different from the others, as he was only missing one essay. Or, rather, the non-dragons had handed theirs all in by this point, and the dragons had largely convinced Jacob to give them a perfect score already. Only one was outstanding still - Bastian's.

As the day went on and turned to night, Jacob sighed, realizing the dragon wasn't coming to hand his in. While Bastian was good enough to cover his tracks so that Jacob couldn't remember what had happened to him so far, the fox was at least aware enough that the dragon wasn't the best student and had vague recollections of class disruptions. As it was nearly midnight, Jacob gave up and finally headed out, locking the door behind him.

The vulpine fully expected the rest of the week to be much more of the same - head back to his office, no one would show up, and he'd mostly spend the time just playing games or whatever else struck his fancy. Much to his surprise though, not ten minutes after arriving in his office the next day, Bastian walked through the door. Taken aback, Jacob composed himself and sat up, a curious look on his face as he looked over the green dragon.

"Bastian...to what do I owe the pleasure today?" Jacob asked with a hint of trepidation.

"I'm here to turn in my essay!" The dragon said excitedly, plopping himself down in the seat across from Jacob and putting his footpaws up on the desk, knocking a picture frame off as he did.

"Uh...I've said this for a couple weeks in class now, along with an email reminder a few days ago...it was due yesterday. You're too late," Jacob said pointedly, interlacing his fingers and placing his crossed paws on the desk.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Bastian started, seemingly unconcerned. "I had it all nice and written yesterday, but I ran into a problem with it."

Jacob, doing everything in his power to keep from rolling his eyes, prepared himself to hear whatever story the dragon had cooked up. "A problem, is it? What problem is that?"

"I accidentally ate it," the dragon replied, still grinning broadly.

"You...what?" Jacob asked, completely nonplussed. For all the weird excuses he could have heard, that was certainly not one he expected. "How do you..." he trailed off, unsure how to even finish the sentence.

"Don't know what to tell you teach. I had it ready to bring over to you, but..." he trailed off, patting his stomach. "I know what was in it though, and I was hoping we could work through a new one together, if that's okay."

Jacob sat silent for a moment, still not sure how to reply to such an idiotic excuse. "I...look, even if I believed you, which I don't, it was still due yesterday. There's nothing I can do for you. You had two weeks to write and hand it in. It should have taken you like 2 hours total, and it's basically the only requirement in this class - showing up is easy, and the final won't exactly be a challenge. I'm sorry, but no."

"I'm sorry too, Jacob," Bastian said, though his smile never wavered. "I was really hoping we could come to an agreement here. I really do love your class, and I wanted to do my best work with this essay."

Jacob simply shook his head. "Again, you had plenty of time to do your work, and I think you just didn't do it. You never let me know it'd be late ahead of time, and it feels like you're just feeding me a load of shit right now."

"Interesting choice of words," the dragon remarked, lowering his legs and focusing on the fox. It didn't take long before his eye contact allowed him to assume control over Jacob, and once he was in power, he stood up and headed around the desk. Bastian turned around and lifted his tail, pointing his pucker right at Jacob's face - the fox's chair put him nearly at eye level with it, hardly needing to lean over to place his muzzle between those cheeks.

"Go on then, give it a lick - I think my essay's stuck inside," Bastian said with a grin, feeling his cock throb as the familiar feeling of Jacob's tongue met his hole. "I know I said I ate it before, but it's your turn to eat it now - make sure you eat it all."

Jacob, doing as he was told, leaned in and placed his lips against the hole. His tongue quickly darted out from between them and slid over the exterior, scraping a flew flakes of dried dragon waste off as he did. After a couple more caresses, he wigged it inside, in search of Bastian's 'essay'.

"There we go...I knew you'd be up for working together on this..." the dragon said happily, lowering his tail around the back of Jacob's head and firmly holding him in place. "I think I started off really well when I wrote this the first time...the introduction's really solid."

The fox soon saw what Bastian meant as the waste started pressing against his tongue, slowly but surely working its way out. His lips widened as the pucker did, accepting the log as it filled up his maw, bloating his cheeks wide. He could barely close his mouth around it as he started to chew, and as he did, brown sludge pushed back out and over the hole in front with nowhere else to go. His fangs repeatedly sank into his meal, having to wrench them back apart each time as the solid log practically glued his jaws shut. Each time he bit down, the fresh taste of dragon shit flooded his tongue anew, finally getting into the interior of the waste and turning it into mush. Even for a practiced toilet such as Jacob, the first log took nearly two minutes of hard chewing to get into a swallowable form, which the fox promptly did as soon as he was able, needing multiple huge gulps to get the shit into his gut where it belonged. Only once his muzzle was empty again did he stick his tongue out and collect what had squirted out before, slurping a couple sticky chunks off Bastian's hole in preparation for the next one.

"Mmmm..." Bastian moaned softly, feeling the tongue back on his sphincter. "Well now that you know what the essay's about...let's get into the meat of it. I've got some juicy arguments to back it up..."

Jacob readied himself as Bastian let him know more was on the way. He soon found his lips parted around a log that was only slightly less firm, but every bit as long. He had to pull his head back just to let it all out, letting a few inches flop down onto the floor as he bit it in two. Large, disgusting chunks of dragon shit swished around inside the fox's muzzle as he worked to do his toilet duties, and soon enough, the second log followed the first down his esophagus.

Bastian hadn't realized that Jacob had dropped some though, so when he heard the chewing stop, he started grunting once more. The fox had bent down slightly to pick up the bit he'd missed, tossing it into his jaws, but had no time to even start eating. The next log was already drooping from the dragon's ass, and Jacob had to twist his head to get his lips around the tip of it and catch up with his food. Mercifully, this log was a bit shorter, and Jacob was more than capable of scarfing this one down.

"Here's where I started having some troubles...I think the arguments get a bit weaker around here..." Bastian instructed, and as the next log spilled forth into the professor's maw, he found it much easier to deal with. It still required chewing, but he was able to quickly mash his way through it, even finding it possible to start swallowing before the log had fully revealed itself. He was able to squish the dark brown feces with his tongue, easily liquidating the heavily processed food before swallowing.

"Almost done...I'm terrible at ending essays though; they always have a really messy conclusion," Bastian joked, pressing his tail down harder against Jacob's skull, encouraging him to be in position and ready. "I know you'll be able to help me clean it up though."

As more shit slipped out, Jacob had his lips glued to the hole, snacking away as the waste bloated his stomach. He wasn't going to stop until none was left though, and Bastian still had more to give. The logs got softer over time, with Jacob chowing down on excrement with the consistency of ice cream, then ketchup, and finally ending up chugging down a torrential rain of diarrhea. His throat worked overtime as he had to keep himself constantly prepared. Blazing jets of slimy diarrheal soup blasted his tongue like a fire hose, which Jacob had to instantly react to and gulp down. Random chunks of waste flowed out along with the brown liquid, all ending up in the same place, only to end up as either lube for the fox or another snack a few hours later.

"See? That wasn't so bad now was it?" Bastian said happily, finally stepping forward and turning himself around again, looking down at Jacob's newly re-browned lips and the slightly swollen stomach beneath. "Now stand up here and help me take care of this," the dragon moaned, squeezing his shaft. "Bend over your desk."

As Jacob got into position, Bastian stepped up behind him and lined up his shaft, pressing it firmly between Jacob's cheeks. Before pushing in, however, he placed a scaled paw against the back of the fox's neck and shoved him firmly down onto the desk, knocking several things down onto the floor, not the least of which was the stack of partially graded essays from the other students.

"I think it's time I put you in your place, fox," Bastian said with a lusty growl, sinking the first few inches of his shaft into the well-used hole. "You should know better than to deny my requests - trying to tell me my essay's too late," Bastian remarked, shifting his paws onto Jacob's shoulders and pulling him backwards as he thrust the rest of the way in. His hips roughly smacked off the fox's shit-stained ass before he pulled almost the entire way out and hilted himself once more. His thrusts were slow and uneven, but each one was very pointed, driving himself into Jacob as hard as he physically could.

"I don't know how a fucking toilet like you got to be a professor, but I think it's gone to your head," Bastian remarked, pausing for a moment to really press Jacob's head down onto the wooden desk, thrusting in as he slid the vulpine's face back and forth over the stained surface. "Foxes are fucking worthless creatures. You're lucky I let you eat my shit directly - you're not even worth eating it secondhand from the other sluts on campus. Bottom feeding, mindless, weak little excuses for life," Bastian ranted, hips slamming in with each description of Jacob.

The dragon paused his verbal tirade for a moment, focusing on his thrusts, becoming a bit more regular for a second as he caught his breath, not done with the fox just yet. Soon enough, however, he started up once more. "You've got no fucking purpose, don't even have a life of your own. You just fucking do what dragons tell you, you disgusting flesh tube. You eat shit, you drink piss, you take dick, and you can't even do those right. I can barely even fucking feel you at this point," Bastian continued, and calling Jacob's hole loose would be the understatement of the year. "Fucking useless faggot," he finished, realizing he was closer than he thought. With a few more powerful thrusts, he roared out and flooded the fox's bowels with jets of seed, able to feel it spurting out even around his gargantuan shaft as Jacob quickly filled up. Satisfied with his use of the convenient fox, he stepped back once his cock stopped throbbing, letting the ocean of brown-colored jizz splash all over the floor.

Leaving the fox there, Bastian walked around the desk to the pile of essays he'd knocked over before and lifted up his semi-hard shaft. Pointing it directly at the pages upon pages of work done by the other students, he relaxed his bladder, quickly ruining in seconds what had taken weeks to put together. Crisp white pages turned soggy and yellow, ripped apart by the force of the stream tearing into them. After sufficiently destroying them, Bastian raised his cock a bit more, spraying the last bit of urine over Jacob's face and everything else on the desk he hadn't knocked down yet.

"Eat the other essays after I leave," the dragon said simply, turning to walk out of the office, releasing his control over the fox and not bothering to shut the door behind himself, leaving the vulpine on cleanup duty visible for anyone who walked past.

---

After a full semester, and a few more weeks of lectures after the essay, the final exam was upon the class. Students nervously studied the few nights before, expecting a mixture of questions that were straight recall, as well as some longer-form written responses. While Jacob had told the class the final wouldn't be that difficult since it was only a pass/fail class, it didn't stop some of them from fretting over it. The moment was upon them though, and slowly but surely, the classroom filled up with every student enrolled.

What greeted them, however, was not what they expected. At the head of the classroom, Dean Woodward stood with a stern look on his face while Jacob sat silently on the floor, off to the side. Once the class was full, the dean spoke rather briefly.

"For all of you non-dragon students in the class - I have a treat for you. There is no final exam. I've spoken with Jacob, and he agrees that you've done well enough in the course to merit passing without it. Please leave the room and forget this course. You may remember that you took it and the course material, but not who the professor was or anything about them," the dragon finished, pausing for a few moments as half the room got up and left.

"As for the rest of you," he continued in a rather serious tone, having waited for the room to empty to just the dragons, and Jacob still sitting quietly at the front. "Jacob here has told me everything that happened during this course. Everything," he emphasized.

"Wait - how does he know?" Bastian blurted out. "We've told him to forget, and he didn't even seem to realize anything going on. He's not even reacting to us being naked right now."

"How does he know?" the dean repeated, eyes locked onto Bastian now. "I told him to remember. I told him to report to me every single thing that happened during the class, and any interactions he had with any of you outside of it. I know which of you haven't shown up, and I know which of you have been particularly nasty to him. I hope none of you are so deluded that you think any command you could have given him would have overridden my own."

"How the fuck were we supposed to know? He was just some random fox to us," Bastian rebutted, to a chorus of approval from the dragons around him.

"Silence," the dean roared, and immediately the chatter dropped. "That was exactly the point. The world isn't just one big sandbox you can play in with no consequences. You thought you could do whatever you wanted with Jacob - my personal, treasured slut - without asking why a fox was teaching a course. Only one of you asked him," he paused, eyes glaring at Bastian again. "And that line of thought was dropped the second you realized you could put your dick in him. All suspicion gone in favor of fucking his face. If any of you had thought to ask what his actual purpose was here in this class, or what other commands he had been given, he would have told you. He was allowed to let you know what was going on, but he couldn't tell you unless directly asked," the large dragon paused, letting his words sink in.

"While the university students are largely free game, and the staff have been forbidden from claiming any of them as their own or keeping them away from the rest of you, all the graduates in the real world have been given no such orders. If you encroach on another dragon's territory, you might find yourself added to his harem. While that won't be happening to you today, you will be punished, each in turn, to ensure you remember this lesson. For now, though, leave the building, and while you will remember the lesson and what happened here, forget about Jacob specifically. Remember that you abused a professor who wasn't yours to abuse, but not who it was. If you see him around campus, you will not recognize him, and you are forbidden from talking about this course to anyone else, or anything you've learned here, the dean paused, allowing the dragons to get up and start heading out, before he added a small portion. "All except you, Bastian. Come down here."

With a gulp, Bastian turned around and made his way back down the steps in the room, slowly walking and standing in front of Woody. Once the three males were alone in the room, Woody spoke again.

"Jacob, would you care to review the charges?"

"Yes," the fox piped up, looking up at Bastian for the first time from his position on the floor, but rather emotionless in his voice. "Bastian appeared to be the ringleader of the dragons in the class. He initiated all new forms of torture during the course. Repeated anal and oral, at least one of each per lecture, usually both. Watersports was present during all but the first lecture, and scat for most of them. Focus was primarily on consumption and smearing. Instead of an essay, Bastian fed me a large load of his excrement, delivered rough anal sex coupled with extreme verbal abuse, as well as destruction of other students' work," he finished, dropping his head once more, almost robotically there simply to remind the pair of a semester's worth of abuse.

"Thank you, Jacob, and I'm sorry you had to go through that. Anything you wish to say for yourself?" Woody asked, tapping a footpaw as he looked expectantly at Bastian.

"Come on, I didn't know he was yours. You could have at least told us about this and just punished the ones who didn't listen or learn the lesson by being told," Bastian pleaded.

"Why should I? No one's going to walk around with an ownership sticker on them outside these walls. No one's going to warn you. You didn't warn Jacob before you abused him, why should I warn you?"

Bastian was silent. He lowered his head a bit, realizing this was an argument he couldn't win, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hypnotize his way out of it. "Just...get it over with. And make sure I don't remember it."

"Oh no. That's the entire purpose of this. You will remember, and you will learn from it. Now kneel," Woody commanded.

Bastian shut his eyes and slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, resigned to his fate. His head lowered, pointed at the ground, and arms hung limply by his sides. He wasn't allowed to stay in that state too long, however, before Woody spoke again.

"No, I liked you better before. Stand up," the blue dragon commanded.

Now shaking a bit with nerves, Bastian gradually got back up, eyes still shut as he awaited his fate. His fists clenched slightly as he readied himself for it, not knowing what Woody had in mind.

"No, I was right the first time - kneel," he corrected, watching Bastian drop down once more.

"Please, just do it already! I can't take it anymore," he shouted, shivering in fear, not used to being on the receiving end of things.

Woody remained silent for a couple minutes, letting Bastian stew in the fear. The green dragon fully expected every bit of punishment he'd dealt onto Jacob and then some, running through everything he'd done to the fox over the semester. He knew he was about to be violated in every way and was powerless to stop it. It wasn't until a noise echoed out that he was shaken from his reverie, but it wasn't one he expected - laughter.

"Oh my god, I thought he was going to piss himself!" Jacob bellowed, standing next to Woody now, but doubled over slightly with laughter.

"I know, right? He was about to have a full-on panic attack," the dragon replied, putting his arm around Jacob and laughing right alongside him.

Bastian, confused, opened his eyes finally and looked at the ridiculing pair. "W-What the fuck's going on?" He demanded, confusion now mixed with his fear.

"What's going on," Woody started, talking between his laughter, "is you're having a meltdown!"

"Why the fuck is he laughing too? Does he know about this?" Bastian practically yelled, gesturing toward Jacob.

"Know about it? It was my idea!" the fox said happily. "You never actually hypnotized me, I just made you think you did. I hypnotized you, and made you remember what I wanted you to. I only look like this," he remarked, gesturing to his shit-caked exterior, "because while I am stronger than you, I do still like being a toilet slut, thanks to this guy here," Jacob said with a nasty grin on his face, patting Woody on the side.

"Wait...what? You can do that? I thought..." Bastian started, but trailed off, completely baffled.

"Alright, alright, I think he's had enough. Tell him the truth," Woody remarked, laughter slowly trailing off and nudging Jacob.

"Aww. Okay..." Jacob said slightly dejectedly. "No, I can't hypnotize you, and all the stuff you remember actually happened. It _was_my idea though," he said, looking up at Woody.

"It's true, it was. I suppose I should give you a bit more background," the blue dragon started, turning to Bastian. "You can stand up, by the way, or do whatever you want, just stay here and listen for now," he paused, and waited for Bastian to scramble back up onto his footpaws. "Jacob came to the university in the fall as a student, but through no intention of his own, managed to find his way directly into my employ. He remained in my office for most of the last semester as my personal slut, but he's fully aware and approves of everything we do here at TRU," he instructed, pausing for a moment to let it sink in.

"It was around the time courses were being set for this spring when we were fucking in my office as usual. Jacob wondered how we identified students who were the most powerful, and I told him it usually resolved itself with you guys trying to hypnotize each other, and in some cases staff, and it became obvious over time and in your hypnotism classes who the strongest were. Kind of a dumb question, but he did surprise me when he then asked how we found the ones who were the most creative with their hypnosis, or who looked to use it for more purposes than simply fucking and shitting in students."

"That, I must admit, was something we hadn't focused on before. Sure, I made it so you all were dominant, but there are other traits we value around here - creativity, leadership, and a high degree of sadism. The easiest way to find those traits was to have a target who could remember what happened and report back to me. I suspect he had ulterior motives in basically having a planned gangbang every week," Woody noted, to which Jacob vigorously nodded, "but the idea was sound. It didn't take long before we'd had this class on the roster, and we ended up where we are now. Me torturing you just now was even his idea as well - I daresay he's picked up a lot of my sadistic side with all the time he spends around me."

"So...this was all just to find...me? Because I abused him the most?" Bastian asked curiously.

"Well, partially. The other lesson, and I don't want you to forget it either, is what I said about encroaching on others' territory. It does happen and does lead to disputes. The psychological torture was mostly to make sure you felt some kind of consequence for it happening. The others will be out there, wondering when they'll get theirs, always looking over their shoulder for it to come, but it won't."

"Does...does that mean you're not going to punish me any further?"

"Yes, it does. While you did abuse Jacob without permission, you excelled in terms of what I was actually looking for in this course."

"I'll say," the fox piped up. "I loved what you did this semester. And everything you said in my office a few weeks back? Absolutely true," he said with a smile.

"Seriously? I was...absolutely brutal toward you. I'm surprised your ass wasn't bleeding by the end," Bastian remarked.

"Oh, he does that to me at least once a week, and he's bigger," Jacob remarked, moving one of his paws to Woody's stiffening cock. "You could use some work on your hypnosis language though - while I loved your essay and will always accept any other submissions you have for me, I don't think I'd have known you wanted me to eat your shit if Woody hadn't left that part of me intact. You took the metaphor a bit too far."

"I...what?" Bastian asked, completely confused, not at all used to this kind of feedback.

"Yeah, if I remember correctly, when you lifted your tail, you only said to lick 'it', and that your essay was inside. I could piece together what you wanted, but a random person you hypnotize will just think there's paper somewhere inside your ass and wait for that to come out before they eat it. What you did with the chalk was perfect though - you made sure I knew your shit was supposed to be chalk and told me to eat that."

"Is...is he serious?" Bastian remarked, pointing over to Jacob and addressing the blue dragon.

"He is, yeah. His entire purpose is to receive what we can dish out, and if he says you can do it better, it's entirely because he wants to make sure he has no reason not to scarf down your shit. It's basically all he eats, and if he realizes he ever left any behind, it'd crush him. It's an interesting concept, honestly - maybe we can bring him into one of your hypnosis classes and have him provide real-time feedback..." Woody trailed off, while Jacob nodded frantically. A moment later, the blue dragon nodded, already planning another course for Jacob to be involved in. "Anyway, yeah, he's a total and utter whore. I never made him a masochist either - he just developed that over time. Watch his cock," he paused, reaching over and smacking Jacob across the face, causing the knotted shaft below to jump up and slap his stomach.

"Hey, it's your fault I'm a whore. And also your fault I couldn't be one for like four months now," Jacob rebutted, looking up at Woody pointedly.

"What're you talking about? You got fucked constantly during class, and during the next few classes too from what you told me," Woody replied.

"Well yeah, but the classes were only once a week, I wasn't allowed to get into it, and you made me pretend I had the same knowledge as the students. I had to sit in that damn office constantly and couldn't go out looking for cock outside of lectures. Every class I had to actually talk to the students about whatever bullshit you said this university was founded on so this dumbass wouldn't get more suspicious. Do you have any idea how hard it is to show up to a lecture hall with like fifteen horny dragons, stand away from all of them, lie about some boring made up history of this place, and hope that they're going to use you to the fullest at some point? Not only did I basically never have both holes used at once, if even one was in use, but I had to leave this room so many fucking times with just lakes and piles of shit, piss, and cum covering the floor, and they never thought to have me clean it up. It was horrible!"

Woody just rolled his eyes, ignoring Jacob and looking over toward Bastian. "Slut problems, I suppose. Sorry for the dumbass comment, he usually isn't that mean to dragons," Woody remarked, smacking Jacob again. "Though I think right now he's just doing it just so he gets hurt more," to which the fox nodded.

"Well, look, you get the point of why we did all this?" Woody asked.

Bastian nodded. "Yeah...It wasn't exactly fun to find out this way, but I kind of get why you did it. I'll certainly remember it, that's for sure."

"That you will. Though I do have to say, we will likely want to run this class again in the future, and it doesn't exactly work if word about Jacob spreads. You can't talk about what happened here to anyone, though I do want you to remember it. Never speak of this or give anyone any idea what happened during this class, or what it's actually about," Woody instructed. "Given how successful it was, we'll likely make it a mandatory course going forward to make sure this lesson is learned by all. We'll probably need more professors, though..." Woody thought idly, though for the first time, Jacob aggressively shook his head no.

"No? You want to teach this lesson to the entire student body of dragons, nearly 300 a year, all by yourself?"

"Hell yeah. 150 a semester, 5 classes running at once, one each day, 30 dragons a day. I just handled 15, I can do 30. Maybe throw in some optional weekend lectures too!" Jacob gushed, clearly excited by the prospect.

"You really have no limit to your whoreishness, do you? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, I kinda made you this way..." Woody said, shaking his head a bit, turning back to the green dragon again. "It's basically the only purpose I gave him - he's a toilet, a cumdump, and a partner to bounce ideas off of. Anyway, I think I've scarred you enough for today. Do you want to see what a well-trained slut can...never mind," he trailed off. Woody could only watch as Jacob, clearly tired of just talking rather than acting, walked around behind Bastian and knelt, shoving his face under the scaled tail and placing his muzzle between the dragon's ass cheeks.

"I suppose he got bored just sitting there. As I said - toilet," Woody said, shrugging. "I was going to say that it's rather fun to have a slut who'll do whatever you want and more without asking. Sure, the control is nice too - obviously, or this place wouldn't exist - but it's fun to see the fruits of your labor and take pride in knowing that your commands have made that slut just so eager."

"I don't think I'm in much of a position to disagree," Bastian said, already feeling his erection grow as Jacob's tongue rooted around inside his tailhole. "I swear, you'd think I haven't fed him at all this semester, with as hungry as he seems right now."

"That's Jacob for you. I never really put a limit on his hunger - he went for your ass before your dick. Being a toilet is pretty much his main job, everything else is secondary. I imagine he went for you over me since he's still annoyed at the apparent denial of pleasure I caused him this semester, but I guarantee the second I fart he'll have his face right back there begging for me to mess it up," Woody mused. "I presume you came prepared though, ready to abuse him instead of taking your final?"

Bastian nodded. "Oh yeah..." he sighed. He lowered himself ever so slightly, getting a better angle to begin relieving himself. Ripples of flatulence shot out and over Jacob's tongue, blasting the fox in the face with the stench. It only served to drive him more, with the vulpine's tongue swirling around and collecting the dried feces he could reach. Before too long, he soon ran into something rather solid, barreling toward his open maw.

Ready to get back into his natural state, Jacob braced for impact. The second the log slid between his lips, he placed his tongue underneath it like the red carpet, letting it smoothly flow inside. Before it could even break off, Jacob bit it in half, ravenously tearing through the waste like the starving animal he was. He pulled back slightly, letting the shit continue to fall, but catching the rest of the log in his paws. The fox continued chewing as waste continued to spill out, piling up in front of him. Whenever his mouth was even partially empty, he'd snap his jaws shut in the pile and immediately refill it, chomping away at his meal.

Bastian wasn't holding back though, knowing Jacob's true nature now, and the waste continued falling faster than even his paws could hold it. The pile quickly spilled over and started flopping onto the ground, falling between Jacob's legs and hitting the fox's heavily ignored shaft. When the dragon finished, he lowered his tail, not giving the vulpine a chance to wipe him clean and surveying the damage. Jacob had a massive pile in his paws, unsure how he was even able to hold it all, and a similarly sized one on the floor below. His face was still covered in shit, with a massive pile still being liquefied and turned into fox food.

Upon seeing Bastian step away and realizing that the onslaught of shit had stopped, Jacob did his best to show his thanks the only way he knew how. The fox brought his paws up and mashed the pile of shit into his face, mouth open wide. Everything that didn't go inside ended up smeared across his head, giving him an extremely thick mud mask. As he chewed this time, however, he wasn't quite as quick to swallow. He chomped away, turning the thick, creamy, disgusting logs into a pseudo-diarrheal mess, but he let most of it run out of the corners of his maw, dribbling down his body and pooling onto the floor below. His head hung back in bliss as he swished the slurry around, still not closing his maw, splashing it everywhere around him as he reveled in the filth. When he had more room, he'd grab a pawful off the ground and stuff it inside, further fueling the waterfall of feces coating his torso.

"ank oo," Jacob uttered at one point in the middle of all this, tilting his muzzle further upward and showing off his prize inside, as happy as he'd ever been. By now, the show had easily aroused the pair of dragons into full hardness, each with a paw on their shafts as they watched. Having chewed his way through most of the waste on the ground, Jacob used his paws to scoop up everything that was left, bringing it with him as he stood up once more. Wordlessly, he walked behind Woody and hopped up on the desk, laying down on his back, muzzle facing the dragons and ass facing away. With one paw, he shoveled half of the slop he'd brought with him into his mouth, leaving it sit there, while the other brought the rest down to his tailhole, smearing it a little but leaving a rather large mound balanced on the underside of his tail.

Woody lightly chuckled to himself as he recognized what Jacob was doing and released his cock for a moment. He walked around to the back of the desk, grabbing the fox's ankles and lifting them up into the air. Rather unceremoniously, he angled his shaft into the waiting cavern the fox had for an anus and shoved himself inside, readily getting to work.

"What're you waiting for? He clearly bitched about not getting spitroasted often enough earlier, and I think it's the least we can do for him now," Woody said with a grin, his hips splattering the waste more and more each time he drove himself into Jacob's behind.

Bastian, quickly getting into position, placed the tip of his shaft between Jacob's lips and pushed forward, shoving the mound of waste straight down the fox's esophagus. He could almost watch it go down too, seeing the bulge form in Jacob's throat as his shaft entered it, growing longer as far more cock than anyone should ever be able to take invaded both ends at once.

"Fucking hell...I swear he wasn't this tight during the class," Bastian moaned, balls slapping off Jacob's nose at a rapid pace.

"He probably wasn't, if you just told him to blow you," Woody remarked, a bit more slowly than usual, breathing harder as he pistoned in and out of his slut. "He really knows how to use his holes if you let him. Might be stretchy enough to fit us, but he can make himself seem tight."

"How does he even fucking use his tongue? His mouth's crammed full and I can still feel him wiggling that thing around."

"Like I said...he's a good slut," Woody remarked.

Bastian fell silent after that, focusing on facefucking the fox. He soon found himself speeding up, pulling less of himself out each time so that he could slam back in quicker. Woody was doing the same thing, brown-streaked cock sliding out of Jacob's hole and stuffing it full again almost immediately. With the rough treatment going on, Jacob soon reacted, tapping the table rapidly a few times with his paw.

"Does that mean he wants us to slow down?" Bastian panted, already slowing his hips a bit.

"Oh no...the opposite. He wants it harder. Time it with me," Woody breathed.

Woody continued his pace, bucking into the fox as hard and fast as he could. Bastian, at the blue dragon's instruction, timed his thrusts with Woody's. Before, Jacob would slide back and forth indiscriminately across the desk. When one would pull out, the other would shove him forward, only to end up moving right back a second later. Now, both pulled out around the same time, but more exciting for the fox was that they thrust back in together. His body was sandwiched between two unstoppable forces from each side. Each would slide out, seeing the bulge on their respective side of Jacob's body get smaller, only for it to instantly return in full form as their cocks disappeared into the black holes of the fox.

The entire desktop was covered in shit splattered out from the two working in tandem before the finale to the filth-covered cacophony of fucking came. Doing his best to hold back, Bastian's thrusts slowed down slightly, breathing heavily as he spoke once more.

"I'm...close..." he whispered, trying to hold on for the moment.

"Gimme...a second..." Woody replied, redoubling his efforts to flood the fox's bowels with his seed.

Not thirty seconds later, Woody nodded slightly in Bastian's direction, and the pair fucked Jacob for all they were worth. Every thrust painfully compacted Jacob's body, even bending upward slightly in the middle as the two dominant males desperately sought their release. Bastian was the first to go, roaring through the room as his load started spraying into Jacob's gut from one side, only for Woody to go off not a second later from the other, doubly assaulting the fox's belly with jets of burning dragon seed.

Combined with the meal earlier, the two watched as Jacob's abdomen slightly swelled, overflowing with the gifts of the two dragons using him. With a sick grin on his face, Bastian reached forward while he was still finishing his load and pushed down on the fox's stomach. A spray of jizz shot out from both sides of him with the added pressure, coating both Woody's and Bastian's shit-stained crotches with a fresh layer of cum. Woody lightly chuckled to himself as he felt the burst, still breathing heavily as he enjoyed his post orgasm bliss.

"See...what I mean...about a well-trained slut?" he asked.

"Oh yeah...I do..." Bastian replied, unwilling to speak more than he had to at the moment.

As the pair continued getting their breath back, they shared a brief glance. Without a word, they knew what the other was going to do, and a small smile adorned both their faces. While Jacob was laying there adjusting to the newfound ocean of jizz in his belly, he wasn't given much of a reprieve before the next onslaught started. As both dragons softened slightly, urine sprayed forth into both of Jacob's holes. With nowhere to go, however, it soon started squirting back out with equal force.

Woody, unwilling to let it simply pool on the floor and let Jacob have none of it, pulled his semi-erect cum-and-shit-slickened shaft out and lay it across the fox's torso, pissing up toward Jacob's face and at Bastian's legs. Seeing no reason not to return the favor, Bastian soon did the same, laying his own filthy cock over Jacob's face and chest, crossing the streams of urine as he assaulted both Jacob and Woody's lower halves. As the dragons rested on the desk and Jacob basked in his golden shower, the fox slowly extended his tongue and started lapping at whatever he could reach, whether it was straight piss or the mixture of fluids coating the cock pinning his face down. All three were fully relaxed, absolutely loving the moment, and couldn't think of anywhere else they'd rather be.

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With the semester over, Jacob retired back to Woody's office. The dragon's instructions ensured that no one else knew about the fox aside from Bastian and the staff, but none of them were permitted to speak of it except to the dean. The summer break had started, though none of the students left campus during this time. The lack of classes allowed for more hands-on learning, but for Jacob and Woody, it gave them more time to plan how they'd run the class again next year.

Doing his best to find a compromise, Woody empathized with Jacob's pain of being stuck in office hours for the full semester. He agreed to give the next set of students orders to attend the office hours more regularly to give Jacob something to do. The fox would also be allowed to continue his eager toilet and slutty ways, but was simply told to act confused if questioned about it, as if he had no idea what was going on. He also still had to give some pretense of a lecture, so he couldn't spend the entire hour sucking off dragons, but anal was fair game.

Bastian, meanwhile, had grown more confidently sadistic after the course. He spent the summer finding new and creative ways to torment the students, knowing he had the dean's approval to do so. The lesson about territory never left his mind, but with three more years at college before it became relevant, he was going to make sure he enjoyed the free reign while he had it.

A few short months later, Jacob found himself back in front of another class, over twice the size of his previous one. After Woody gave his introductory speech and left the fox alone, he stepped up before the students, arms open wide. The only thing that stopped him from throwing himself onto all fours before the mix of dragons and non was Woody's instructions to be a teacher, but he knew he'd be able to live with it this time around.

"Welcome to TRU History, students! We're going to have a lot of fun this semester," Jacob said, unable to suppress a slight lewd tone to his words, eyes focused on one of the dragons getting a blowjob from a student next to him. Oh yeah, it was going to be fun indeed.