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Lyzza sighed. The fox stared into her scrying orb, watching her two star pupils fumble yet another spell. She tapped the smooth, nearly freezing cold surface impatiently. Those two had been so very talented when they first entered the academy. They surely still were, but something was getting in the way of their practice, now.

Being that they were young males, she had a pretty good idea what it was.

Finiest and Jora were their names. The former was an otter who focused on water magic and healing. One might've considered it a little stereotypical, but he was good enough at it that how cliché it was really didn't matter. And here he was, having fumbled a simple waterspout spell to the extent that he'd torn open a minor portal to the plane of water, flooding half the dorm.

Thankfully, then, Jora - a mouse - was an expert in fire magic. One might've assumed that it'd be a simple task for him to evaporate the water, resulting in nothing worse than steam, but he had also fumbled his attempt and managed to instead draw heat from the water, resulting in scorched furniture and the dorms now being flooded with ice.

Lyzza had, of course, as an instructor, been keeping track of the two. They seemed to fail more often when practicing together, which was one hint. The "sneaky" glances they snuck to each other was another. From her distant, unseen place of observation in the Second-Highest Spire it was also not too difficult to notice that they both tended to get excited near each other. That is to say, aroused, and rather bothersomely stiff.

The solution seemed simple. All they had to do was approach each other and mutually take care of those pent-up lusts. They were both of legal age, they had magical protection, and clearly they wanted to plow each other silly. Yet none of that was happening, and instead the constant state of hazy arousal had them screwing up again and again.

The fox looked at her notes. They were both shy. The more effeminate, demure, and terribly anxious kind of critters. Not too surprising; it was rare that very masculine men found the time to explore their magical talents. Oh, it happened, but the mundane, physical world was theirs already. The more introverted types, the anodyne and the effeminate, they were the ones who ended up at the academy, most of the time. Nerds and outcasts, effectively.

That wasn't a problem. It was this infuriating shyness and hesitation about taking care of their own urges that bothered Lyzza. The first time she had arrived here she'd been casually rutting with half the class. After all, magic prevented any risk of unwanted pregnancies or diseases, so why not?

Now that she was an instructor, the fox had effectively taken on a side job of being a student matchmaker of sorts. Pairing together those who clearly wanted sex but didn't quite want to do anything about it. As much as she enjoyed spying on the young men masturbating - she felt herself clench pleasantly as she thought back on watching both Jora and Fins stroking their pretty cocks in their rooms - it didn't seem to actually do much to dull those distracting urges. Clearly, then, she had to do something about it to help these two get some _proper_relief At first, she thought of using a simple spell of suggestion, but the headmaster didn't much like her directly manipulating the students. And as such, she had a little project of her own slowly growing in the depths of the nearby forest.

A plant, of sorts. Half plant and half creature, really. She'd hybridized at least three species of jungle plants and one squid to create it, and then infused it with a kind of half-sentient mind. Excellent at getting students to overcome any shyness, and quite a fun friend on top of that. Not to mention that getting to it provided a real adventure, and required quite a bit of magical prowess, so it served a secondary role as well.

She called Fins and Jora up to her office. Jora arrived first, the mouse looking overly proud of himself despite what he'd managed to accomplish today, which could all be summed up as "worse than nothing".

Fins was a little slower, but eventually he made his way up the Second-Highest Spire, and quietly took his spot at Jora's side.

And then they "sneakily" looked each other over with those overly horny, googly-eyed looks. Lyzza dug her claws into her palm to keep herself from just casting a gravity spell to force them against each other.

"I have a special task for you two," she announced. "Half punishment, half test, and half chore."

She smiled inwardly as she watched the mouse's eye twitch. Despite his growing arrogance, the little rodent didn't dare correct her, but it clearly bothered him.

"What is this task?" Fins asked. He was fidgeting, a small trail of water vapors rising from his fingers.

"You will go into the forest, find a specific plant, and collect some of its sap for me. I need it for a personal project," Lyzza grinned. "And before you complain, remember that I'll be cleaning up your earlier mess. Don't worry, you'll still get credit for doing this."

"...easy," the mouse sighed, visibly relaxing. "What plant is it?"

"A rare specimen. Golden Junglevine is, I think, the official name," Lyzza improvised. Well, it didn't have an official name, and it was a _unique_specimen, but details, schmetails. At least it was part jungle plant, and the sap was a glowing, pleasant gold in color. "Here, the location-"

She pointed at a map behind her, where the deepest, darkest part of the woods surrounding the academy was circled.

"Should be a fairly safe journey. You might encounter some giant spiders, but between the two of you, you can handle that. The main issue is the undergrowth; the forest is nearly impassable as you get deeper. So, figure it out."

"I could just burn a path through it," the mouse boasted.

"Good luck. Some of those trees are more likely to melt than burn. They don't call it the Ironwoods for nothing," Lyzza shot back. "Not to mention some of them might take personal offense to flames. You're better off doing what your ancestors did and crawling under everything."

"Yeah," Fins sighed. "I've heard about the Angry Trees. We should probably try to damage as little of the plantlife as possible."

"Fine. So what does the plant look like?" Jora asked.

"You'll know it when you see it. Golden sap, lots of vines, doesn't even remotely look like it should grow there, but does anyway," Lyzza replied. "Well, think you're up for it? It's either that, or you both work cleaning the Unpleasant Halls."

The academy didn't actually have anything called that, but it sounded just vaguely ominous enough that, in a world where magic existed and everything was possible, students generally expected the worst. So far, not a single person had chosen the Unpleasant Halls.

The two set off, through the cold stone halls of the academy, through the fragrant and lush gardens of the courtyard, and finally through the mage-oak gate that kept them safe every night. Their sights were set on the distant forest, and with the help of a map, they'd surely reach their destination.

As they walked, Fins conjured a small flat disc of water. Jora realized what he was doing and reached into his pocket for a small magnetic needle he usually carried. Technology as such was forbidden within the academy due to its deleterious effects on the arcane, but that didn't they mean they couldn't employ some of the same principles. Sure enough, the needle floated on top of the water, functioning as a compass of sorts.

"Just making sure that trick still works," Fins smiled. Knowing which direction they were headed in the deepest part of the woods would immeasurably helpful.

Jora pulled ahead. Despite his small stature and feminine demeanour, the mouse's studies into the magic of flame left him rather fiery, himself. He was already letting little flames dance over his fingertips as if awaiting a horde of kobolds or such to attack them. Fins, of course, happened to notice just how nicely Jora's shapely, plump rump swayed from side to side with each step. He blushed, but couldn't quite look away either.

If only he could show the mouse that he was very into him. Alas, their personalities were just too different. The brilliant mouse with the seductive cockiness would never be drawn to someone as quiet and shy as Fins, would he?

That didn't stop him from growing rather stiff as he watched. The mouse kept leading the way, thankfully, without pausing to look back. It was really the sensation of his firming shaft grinding against the overly tight school uniform that nearly made him whimper. In a desperate attempt, he quietly splashed his face with icy cold water. The shock made him gasp out loud, and Jora, of course, spun around.

"W-what? It's starting to get pretty hot isn't it?" Fins improvised. Jora glared at him for a moment, but then seemed to accept his explanation. It was, after all, a rather balmy summer day.

The mouse was imagining Fins' face soaked with something much warmer and thicker. He'd probably look adorable like that. Despite his cocky arrogance, he'd never quite worked up the courage to ask the otter out, much less flirt. It was a little paradoxical; he'd charge headfirst into danger if it was needed, but something as insignificant as displaying romantic interest in a classmate was, it seemed, beyond his abilities.

That sure didn't stop him from pawing himself off to one shuddering climax after the other at the thought, though. The sweet, seductive thought of finally sliding the otter's pants off and taking his undoubtedly sexy cock into his...

He almost walked into a tree fantasizing about it, dodging at the last second. After that display of awkwardness, he tried to focus on the path ahead.

They reached the forest soon enough, and it stood before them dark and majestic, the verdant undergrowth looking as impassable as anything.

"Should we use fire, or...?" Fins asked, hesitating.

"Yeah. Blaze a path right through, that's what we'll do. You just make sure nothing but the weeds and bushes burn. Douse the trees," the mouse replied. He was giggling now, the earlier awkwardness gone. Finally, he'd get to actually usemagic. He raised his arms, muttered a few eldritch syllables, and a jet of flame shot from his open palms, scorching through the grass. Fins immediately channelled water in turn, dousing the surrounding area.

"Hah, told you it'd work," the mouse bragged, only to realize that, once the smoke cleared, plenty of brambles remained.

Even with their powers, they realized it'd take a while. Some of the thorniest bushes were a relative of the Irontrees, and as such, highly resistant to flame. Grumbling, the two opted to try to navigate it was best as they could.

Lyzza was, of course, watching them from her tower, through the scrying orb. She nearly doubled over laughing watching the two males stumble repeatedly, cursing and growling. It was a perfectly suitable punishment, she figured. And at the end of it, there was a reward, just not exactly the kind the mouse and otter were expecting. It was the one they needed though.

So they made their way through the dark forest much slower than they'd hoped.

"One of these days I'm going to superheat Lyzza's chair or something," the mouse grumbled, as he pushed aside yet more vines. Thankfully, they were at least supple enough to move.

"Well, it's really our own fault isn't it? We should own up to it," Fins suggested. He'd always been the more responsible of the two, though he could also empathize with the mouse's frustration. This wasn't easy in the slightest. Then again, Jora did look just adorable with that grumpy frown.

Jora simply shot him a glance that seemed to indicate he didn't agree.

After a few hours in the Ironwoods - which were surprisingly damp and entirely too warm - they came upon a clearing, even more verdant than the rest of the forest, rich with smaller plants. In the middle of it was indeed something that they instantly knew was what Lyzza had been referring to; a gigantic, bulbous, purple-splotched plant, surrounded by vines. Only these vines weren't laying on the ground, or even hanging from anything; they were actively swaying around, reaching towards the two.

The vines, the both of them silently noted, also looked like very elongated penises. They had the glans and everything, in deeper purple than the rest of the plant. Neither commented on it immediately, unsure if it was just their own horniness playing tricks on them, or if the plant's vines were actually as phallic as they seemed.

"So, I guess this is it," Fins suggested.

"Sure looks like it. How'd this get here?" Jora asked. He stepped a little closer, freezing in place when the tentacles - because they were tentacles, more than vines - followed his movements.

"Some accident at the academy? Gods only know," Fins replied. There was definitely something strange about the plant; some sweet scent in the air surrounding it that he couldn't quite place. Not that it was unpleasant.

"How do we get the sap out? I doubt Lyzza wants us to kill it," Jora wondered, carefully reaching out to touch one of the vines.

"We could try... um, milking the c- vines?" Fins said. "I mean, they look like..."

"Yeah, they sure do. There's even a slit at the top and everything," Jora laughed, mostly out of relief that it wasn't just him sexualizing a random plant.

"Well, if the plant works like... um, we do," Fins started, shyly. "I guess we could just try... stroking them?"

"Works for me," Jora replied. He was half expecting the plant to grab him when he touched the nearest vine, but it didn't seem to react. It didn't feel warm like a real cock might, but the surface was similarly smooth and soft.

Fins grabbed another tentacle. He was getting entirely too aroused by this, he realized, but in his mind's eye, it was Jora's cock he was holding, throbbing eagerly in his palm.

They both began to stroke their chosen vine, gently at first, pumping their hands along a few inches. Nothing. The plant didn't seem to care or notice - if it was even capable of noticing anything - and the slits, though clearly made to dispense _some_kind of liquid, stayed dry. Eventually, Jora let go of his and stomped is feet in frustration.

"So Lyzza sends us here to... wank a plant," he grumbled. "And the plant's not in the mood?"

"Why don't you suck it?" Fins giggled. "That feels better, doesn't it?"

"I'm not going to suck on some random mystery plant. What if it's poisonous?" Jora snapped back.

"Lyzza wouldn't send us to get something that can actually kill us," Fins replied. "Besides, it's not like you have to swallow."

"Har de har, how about you suck it?" the mouse growled.

"Only if you do too. Less awkward, that way," Fins offered. He was trying his best to not draw attention to his aching erection. Just the mere thought of Jora wrapping his lips around his cock... or well, in this case, the plant's vine... had him staining his underwear with precum. Not to mention there really seemed to be something in the air that got him going. Maybe he just liked how the plant smelled?"

"Fine," Jora sighed, relieved. It wasn't that he didn't want to suck a cock, or that he wasn't curious about the plant's pseudo-penises. He just didn't want Fins to think he was weird.

They both brought out the little glass phials that Lyzza had given them, holding them ready, and after sharing a brief glance and a nod, they wrapped their lips around the vine-tips.

Mmph. Fins had never actually given anyone a blowjob, so he wasn't sure if this was how it felt, but it was surely close enough. His body heat quickly warmed the vine up, and it seemed so _alive_in his mouth, now. It was actually throbbing and twitching as he ran his tongue along the underside. This definitely seemed like the way to go.

Suddenly, Jora pulled off his tentacle, coughing and sputtering. "Christ, it came in my mouth," he yelled. "Or some... something... huh..." he huffed. "It tastes kinda good actually... and hot."

Without taking the vine out his mouth, Fins looked at his friend, and blushed when he noticed that Jora was fully erect too. Not only that, but he looked breathlessly horny.

"Gods, I can't help it," Jora groaned, and then began to unbutton his pants. Before Fins could even react to it, he felt something warm and sticky splatter into his mouth. He swallowed on instinct, too caught up in the erotic fantasy of sucking the mouse.

Jora was right, though. It did taste good. Fins wanted more, and even more than that he wanted to watch his friend. The mouse's pants came off, leaving his soaked underwear tenting. A few more frantic yanks later, those came off too, and his cock bounced out. Immediately, Jora wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke himself, uncaring about the otter watching. He felt such a burning, fiery arousal, an overwhelming need to just cum.

Something about the plant, no doubt. Fins was feeling it too. The sap must've been some kind of aphrodisiac, leaving his body all tingly and his cock aching to be touched. One of his hands slipped into his pants, and he moaned around the vine upon giving his shaft a firm squeeze.

They didn't notice the rest of the vines moving now. One was snaking around Fins, and two more were slowly approaching and circling Jora's feet.

It all happened in a flash. Two of the vine-tentacles coiled around Jora's ankles with surprising speed, yanking him off his feet. He landed on the mossy ground with a thud that knocked the breath out of his lungs, and he found himself unable to utter a single syllable of a spell that'd save him. Then, it pulled again, tugging him towards itself. Two more vines shot out to grab his arms.

At the same time, another vine circled, gently, around Fins' neck, and tightened. The otter, drinking so much of the plant's aphrodisiac sap, didn't really mind. There was a distant, muted sense that he should be struggling or even panicking, but instead, he found himself giggling muffledly around the one he was sucking, even as it thrust deeper, spurting more of that delicious goop straight down his throat. It felt kind of like he was being collared by a plant, which he found rather funny in his dazed state, and also oddly erotic. Since he didn't struggle, the plant rewarded him with what almost seemed like affection, the tentacle around his neck squeezing only gently, and the other prying his mouth wide open.

Jora, on the other hand, was struggling, at least at first. Each time he almost got a fire spell off, the plant yanked his hands in the wrong direction, leading to the spell fizzling out. Soon enough he was wrapped in enough of the things that he couldn't move at all. A glance towards Fins revealed the otter to be eagerly sucking on the vine, with a distant, horny expression his eyes and his pants bulging. Clearly, he wouldn't be of any help, no matter how much the mouse yelled at him to snap out of it.

Not that he wasn't horny too. Quite the opposite. His cock kept grinding against the mossy ground each time the plant yanked on him, sending quivers of pleasure up his spine. Yet, it wasn't before he felt something wet and rubbery prod at his bare ass that he realized what it actually intended. Why it wanted that, he had no idea, but he was in no position to stop it. A small squirt of heat splattered over his pucker as the vine snaked under his tail, finding his vulnerable hole with uncanny accuracy.

No matter how horny he was, he wasn't going to take this laying down. He kicked at the plant the moment its grip loosened, but it did no good. The worst part was knowing that it was going to squirt that aphrodisiac into him and then he _would_be enjoying it. A growl escaped his throat as the pressure on his sphincter increased, the slick tentacle pushing insistently, and the mouse's body slowly yielding.

He was going to lose his virginity to a plant.

Fins, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Since the plant didn't bother restraining him much, he was already fumbling with his pants, eventually managing to tug them down enough to let his rock-hard cock spring free. When he touched it, he almost passed out from pleasure. His body was so very sensitive from whatever the mystery plant was doing to him, and he almost felt thankful._Gingerly, his webbed fingers wrapped around his throbbing length and he began to stroke, as fast as he dared. Each motion felt near _heavenly, and he could feel his palm growing wet with precum.

It wasn't until he heard a moan that he opened his eyes and saw Jora's predicament. The plant had positioned the mouse ass-up in the moss, giving the otter a clear view of his perfect, pink pucker, and the thick sexy tentacle nosing at it. Every fibre of his very being was telling him to pounce his friend, to thrust deep into him and rut with wild abandon... but that'd have to wait, the plant wasn't done yet. Rewarding his eager submission, a third vine brushed against his cock, the slit at the top opening up enough to engulf his leaking tip. Another muffled moan forced its way out of his lungs.

Pop. The vine finally slipped into Jora's ass, and he clenched around it, trying to push it out. For his virgin - at least, formerly virgin - hole it was a tight fit, leaving him aching and groaning. But then he felt that same warmth splash somewhere inside him. In just a few seconds, he started to feel very warm. Just like when it'd spurted the stuff in his mouth, but more intense. The warmth spread from his belly to every part of his body, suddenly leaving him very tingly and sensitive. The invader under his tail started to feel dangerously good, and though his mind was still protesting, his body relaxed around it, each pleasurable shiver cheering the plant on.

It slipped a few inches deeper, drooling sap all the way and clouding Jora's mind even more. He was panting, drooling onto the ground, moaning helplessly as the tentacle began to slowly slide in and out of him, picking up a leisurely rhythm. And each time it sank inside, he saw stars. He was only vaguely aware that prostates existed, but the plant knew males inside and out, and firmly pressed against that little pleasure-button inside of him with each thrust.

Fins was happy to see his friend finally feel good. He only wished he could've been the one to mount him, but maybe that time would come. He groaned and gurgled around the vine as it slipped into his very throat, making it bulge, but the otter felt no discomfort. Rather he was happy that he was servicing this beautiful plant so well. Indeed, he suddenly felt a wonderful wet suction around his glans, the alien plant returning the favour by massaging his cock. The head, at first, but then slowly that slickness engulfed his whole length, caressing every inch of it. He bucked his hips eagerly, already feeling his balls draw up tight against his body.

Then, to his horror, it stopped, leaving him teetering just on the edge of climax. The vine around his neck shivered a little, like a person trying not to laugh, and then uncoiled before falling onto the forest floor. Similarly, the one in his throat withdrew quickly, drawing itself back into the plant.

Similarly, Jora was suddenly freed. The plant simply let him slump down by simultaneously letting go of all four limbs, and the cock-like vine left his ass with a loud _slurp,_leaving the mouse gaping and drooling with aphrodisiac sap.

Lizzy was watching the two intently. She'd already been lazily fingering herself as she watched the plant have its way with them, but the real show was about to start.Hopefully. She had no idea how potent the plant's sap actually was, yet; the fox had only had it imported and then planted in the woods exactly for this purpose. It'd worked on the previous few students, but Jora in particular was exceptionally strong-willed. The plant itself fed on frustration of all things, and in the jungles it thrived in, the natives called it the Stressbulb, or something similar. It was, in fact, blossoming into a deep, crimson red as the two young men squirmed in front of it, panting with frustration.

Beautiful, but not quite as beautiful as what was soon about to happen.

Jora and Fins looked absolutely bewildered at first. Fins was trying to get the sucking tentacle back onto his cock, but it stubbornly refused to open, while Jora was whimpering, thrusting his ass out, his shaft hard as steel as it bounced underneath him.

Come on, boys. You have a perfectly good source of relief right there. Do it!

It wasn't until a few minutes into his sudden, intensely blue-balled feeling that Fins once again looked at Jora. His cock throbbed, practically jumping at the sight of his ass still so freely offered. He hesitated, and then approached him on wobbly legs.

"Just do it," the mouse squeaked.

"What did you say? Are you a-" Fins began, his empathic nature overriding his lust for a brief moment.

"JUST FUCK ME, GOOD GODS!" the mouse cried, covering his face with his palms. His ass was clenching_around empty air, and he couldn't remember ever wanting anything as badly as he wanted a thick cock inside him right now. _Anything to fill that horrid emptiness.

Fins' resolve finally broke. With a surprisingly feral snarl he pounced on top of his classmate, and his webbed paws clutched the mouse's curvy hips tight enough to leave dents in his skin. His cock was twitching as it came to rest against Jora's cheeks, but only for a brief moment. Instincts he didn't even know he had were compelling him onwards. His glans kissed that stretched pucker, and from that moment on, he was gone, lost in the bliss of the mouse's tight heat clutching around him as he rutted, frenziedly, with fiery need.

They were both moaning out loud, practically singing with pleasure. Neither had any apparent thoughts except that wonderful race towards a shattering, dissolute climax. Jora was trying to beg Fins to fill him with his seed, but nothing came out except needy squeals of joy. His body was doing all the begging that was needed, though, thrusting back and meeting each of the otter's thrusts. Jora had never believed getting mounted and fucked could feel this good, but every part of him was glowing with pleasure, the pressure in his balls so high that he was constantly drooling precum.

Lyzza, of course, found herself in much the same situation back in the Second-Highest Spire, her palm soaked with her juices as she pumped her fingers into herself, before deciding to use a dildo telekinetically instead so she could focus more on what she was watching. This was always her favorite part of helping students focus.

It didn't take long at all, with how pent up he was, for Fins to mewl in climax as he hilted himself inside Jora and poured his seed into the mouse. Every throb of his cock made him groan as ecstatic pleasure surged through his body. It felt every bit as good as he could've hoped it would, leaving him grinding against Jora even as he was cumming, feeling rope after rope of his cum pulse through his shaft and splatter somewhere deep inside his friend.

Jora, too, had been teetering on the edge of release for a while, and the otter's cock, as he came, happened to push right against his prostate. He let out a high-pitched cry and clenched hard around Fins' shaft, milking it with every delicious convulsion and quiver, barely able to as much as moan with how hard he came, adorning the moss and vines under him with pearly mouse-cum.

The moment seemed to go on forever, too, the aphrodisiac not only causing arousal but prolonging orgasms. The students could do nothing but let their bodies do what they did best, cumming together in spurt after spurt after spurt.

As for Lyzza? She fell forwards as her orgasm suddenly hit, sending her scrying orb tumbling onto the ground, where it shattered with a crack that _would_have bothered her, were it not for the amazing feeling of her climax, pussy milking the dildo she was thrusting into herself. Moments later, it _would_bother her, once she'd finished gushing and moaning, but in a way, she did agree that she probably deserved it.

Fins and Jora collapsed together, panting in a sweaty pile, both wallowing, lingering in the hazy, glowing aftermath, drinking in the post-coital bliss, and neither moved for the longest time. While Fins didn't exactly go soft, he eventually pulled out of his friend, his head swimming as he watched his cum drool out from his well-bred hole. The sight was almost beautiful, and certainly erotic. Knowing that it was his cum, inside his best friend, made even the shy otter puff outhis chest with uncharacteristically masculine pride.

When they did, it was Jora who spoke up first.

"I'm still horny," he groaned.

He didn't have to say it twice, of course. The moment he turned around, his hard cock came into Fins' view, and the otter immediately recognized the mouth-watering opportunity to indulge in one of his biggest, most long-time fantasies.

Fins kissed the leaking tip. Jora's cock felt incredibly hot against his lips. The precum coating the throbbing flesh tasted almost like nothing, but feeling it stain his lips and tongue was incredible. It felt so much more alive than the vine. Quickly, Fins engulfed it, licking the underside just as he had before with the plant. Unlike the plant though, the mouse's cock throbbed and jerked eagerly, and the melodic little moans he gave each time Fins' tongue swept over his glans were like music to the otter's ears.

Oh, and also, he was finally sucking a cock. It felt wonderful straining against is lips. And if he kept doing it, it'd spurt that sexy cum into his mouth. That thought, somehow, was more arousing than any part of the physical experience to him, aphrodisiac sap or not. It was every bit as good as he'd hoped for, from the mouse's lusty, vaguely feminine musk to the way his shaft swelled even harder with each gentle bit of suction.

As for Jora? He was certainly enjoying a mouth around his cock for the very first time. In fact, it was the first time he'd even had his cock be inside anyone, and he quickly started thrusting, wanting more of that sweet wet warmth, more of the otter's tongue teasing him, and most of all, he wanted to pump his cum into Fins' mouth. Would he swallow? Jora quite didn't care, but he hoped he would. Unlike their first orgasm together, he was vaguely aware of what was actually going on now other than blinding pleasure.

They were both moving with feverish, primal urgency, young bodies writhing and thrusting of their own accord while their minds felt increasingly distant and unimportant, floating somewhere far away in shuddering unbelief.

"I- I'm getting close," Jora groaned. He'd just come, but his balls already felt like they were about to explode.

"Mm-hm," Fins hummed. He placed one hand on the mouse's thighs, squeezing them approvingly. He wasn't about to miss tasting cum for the very first time, and so he kept his mouth firmly planted on that increasingly twitchy and excited cock. The other hand reached to cup his balls, feeling them starting to tighten up.

"O-oh g-gods, Fins, I'm gonna-" the mouse whimpered. The tension reached a boiling point. Would the otter like how he tasted, or would be retch? It didn't matter, he was past the point of no return and going to cum either way. In one shuddering most of overwhelming pleasure, he came, surrendering to Fins' ministrations, his cock pulsing as his seed rushed through it, erupting into the otter's eagerly awaiting mouth with enough pressure for the first thick rope to hit his throat, the next coating his tongue, and more that would soon flood his mouth entirely.

At first, Fins didn't even realize he was cumming. The throbbing was one hint, but he only realized his mouth was full of cum once the sticky stuff hit his tastebuds. The taste was inoffensive enough, a little bitter, but it was _knowing_what he was doing, milking another male dry and letting him drain his balls into his mouth that really got him going.

So he kept sucking. He swallowed, loudly, when his mouth got too full, and felt the warm mess slide down his throat. More kept coming, and he obligingly kept his mouth on Jora's cock until he was done, dutifully allowing the mouse to let out every bit of lust that still remained pent up after their mating earlier.

The moments after that, when the afterglow began to fade, were a little awkward. Fins' belly was full of the mouse's cum, and Jora's ass was still dripping with the otter's mess. They looked at each other, naked, and then at the plant - which somehow seemed like it was smugly watching them - and quietly gathered some of the plentiful sap in those phials they'd prepared earlier, before sheepishly starting to make their way out of the forest.

Of course, as it was with young men, the awkwardness didn't last long before their combined libidos put that nervous energy to better use. Before they were even back at the academy, Fins had a warm load of cum safely under his tail too - something that made him feel incredibly sexy - and the mouse had tasted the otter's seed twice. They both slept well that night, and certainly not only because they'd successfully accomplished their task.

So, besides her shattered crystal ball, Lyzza was satisfied to conclude this had been a successful experiment. She's gotten to indulge her voyeuristic streak, the two students had managed to work out their pent up lust, and she had two phials of the aphrodisiac sap to apply to future cases, all without having to as much as leave her chair!

Well, it was mostly a success. Now, Jora and Fins showed up late for half the classes, always looking flushed and barely able to suppress the awkward giggles. Every now and then one of them walked a bit stiffly for some reason, and more than once Lyzza had caught the otter with a streak of pearly white on his cheek, neck, or some other place he hadn't immediately noticed. They also seemed to be in a bit of a hurry for the classes to be over, and generally seemed more tired than before. Still, at least they didn't fumble spells and flood or burn the dormitories again. So then, a success!

That said, the plant had seemed like a ton of fun, as long as there was someone else nearby to help finish things after it'd gotten you frustrated and needy enough. Maybe, for her summer vacation, she'd steal away a student who didn't mind older vixens and lure them there on a special assignment. It wasn't until Lyzza felt herself starting to grow all wet and tingly imagining it that she remembered that was trying to hold a lecture. She coughed, cleared her throat, and directed the class' attention back to the blackboard.

Oh well, maybe vacation would have to start early this year.