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Clay's pen glided seamlessly along the page, leaving a long red streak across the black lettering. His ears ruffled as his paw wrote in the page's margins: 'I feel like another source would help here. Perhaps look into Stevens et al.?' He then stayed his pen as he wracked his mind for more recommendations. Maybe change around the structure a bit? Or change the wording here, and here... oh, it was too much.

Pain emanated from behind Clay's eye. He dropped his pen and sipped from his stained coffee mug, rubbing his forehead and smudging his round glasses. Dark circles had formed under his eyes, darkening his grey fur.

Fuck. How long had he been at this? Clay glanced at the pile of graded papers to his right, running his padded thumb along the stack's edge. Four hours. Maybe five. He sighed. He couldn't wait to go home. He hated wearing the standard stuffy white button-up, the black slacks, the leather shoes. Especially in the summer heat.

The wolf was a bit too messy for such formal clothing, anyways. Splotches of sweat peeked from under his arms, a small coffee stain laying on his collar. One side of his button-up laid sloppily untucked from his pants, making the aged predator appear disheveled. And yet he still carried himself well, his posture straight, his voice calm and authoritative.

A small revolving fan passed cold air over his white muzzle. Just one more hour.

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted Clay's misery. He waved at no one in particular, holding the bridge of his nose and capping his red pen. "Come in."

A small otter then opened the door and gingerly poked his head into the office, staring around at the shelved walls. Books were crammed along every inch, making it look like an overcrowded library. The otter's eyes lit up when he saw Clay. "Hey, professor!" he said. "How's it going?"

Clay cracked a tired smile. "I'm fine, Zach. Sit down. We have a lot to talk about." He motioned his clawed paw toward the chair opposite him. Zach obeyed and slid into the seat, drumming his paw nervously on the table. His thick brown tail hung sloppily over the side of the wooden seat. Clay pushed his stack of papers to the side and rummaged in his desk for Zach's essay.

"Up late?" Zach asked, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled nervously. His gaze meandered along the books on the wall, illuminated by the pale cream light of a single fluorescent bulb. A blank whiteboard adorned the sole blank space on the wall. The scent of aged paper grazed his nostrils. "It must take ages to grade all those essays," Zach continued.

The professor chuckled. "I suppose it does," he replied. "But I make do in my little closet. I just wish I had a little more room in here. Wolves are more used to... open spaces." He then revealed Zach's essay from his cabinet, placing it on the desk. Red marks covered most of the pages, arrows and lines criss-crossing the text. He scooted closer to his desk, leaning toward his student. "There we are. Zach, here's your essay with all the feedback." He sighed. "What did you have trouble with this time?"

Zach blushed as he eyed his grade. "U-um, everything, I guess. I dunno. I think I'm just not good at writing. I'm a math major, so gen eds are like... yeah." He shifted in his seat and tugged at his jacket. "It's a bit warm. Mind if I take this off?"

Clay gripped Zach's paper in his hands and looked it over. "Go ahead," he said. Zach then slowly revealed his narrow shoulders from under the thin fabric. The otter wore a tight-fitting pink shirt paired with dark cargo shorts. Well-loved sandals cradled his large feet. A goofy smile spread across his face as he studied his professor's troubled expression.

"It's... um... that bad, huh?" Zach asked.

"No. You're a smart student, Zach. You just need some pointers, that's all." Clay adjusted his glasses. His eyes caught on his student's chest, but he quickly looked away. "With some teaching, I'm confident you'll pass this class with flying colors. You just can't write something like this again," the wolf explained.

Zach stared past the professor, out of the window. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I guess I've just been distracted lately during class. It's, uh, kinda hard for me to focus," he blurted. He wiped sweat off of his forehead.

Clay frowned. His ears perked. "Distracted? By what?"

The student smiled. His heartbeat quickened. He said, "I'm sorry. I-I don't know if I should say."

The wolf's eyes narrowed. "You don't have to tell me. But if I'm doing something to distract you, I'd like to know. I want to see you succeed, after all."

Zach pursed his lips. He shifted in his seat, mustering the courage to speak. "It's... um... well, it's not that you're doing anything in particular. I guess I just think you're... handsome, is all." He met Clay's gaze. Silence hung in the air.

"You think I'm... handsome?" Clay repeated. His thoughts ground to a halt. His jaw dropped.

Zach gulped. "Um, yeah. I think so. Sorry, I guess that's weird. You're my professor. I shouldn't be..." He looked away. Blood rose to his cheeks. "I don't know. I look at you and I kinda forget what we're doing," he admitted.

"I-I'm flattered," Clay said. His mind suddenly raced, trying to come up with a response. He joked, "Um, I never thought someone like you would think an old wolf like me is handsome. Look at my muzzle. It's white by now. B-but if you'd like, we can think of some ways to keep you focused in class instead of, well, on me." He shook his head. What the hell was he doing, flirting with his student? Clay attempted to resume his professional posture, straightening his back and fixing his glasses. He fidgeted his paws as he struggled to think of what to say next.

Zach smiled coyly. "I think I might know a way," he proposed. "I don't think I'd have such a hard time in class if, you know... I got all this out beforehand."

Clay couldn't believe his ears. He leaned forward in his chair, holding his paw to his mouth. He asked, "What are you proposing?"

The otter swayed, holding his hands together in front of his groin. His heart pounded. "I think you know what I'm proposing," he said. "But, um, it seems like you don't want to. That's fine." And he stood, reaching for his jacket. "I shouldn't have said anything. I'm just gonna go. I'll retake the class some other time."

Without thinking, Clay stood and extended a paw. He grasped Zach's wrist and leaned over his desk, his maw agape. "W-wait. Please stay," he begged. He then released the boy, walking to his windows' blinds and narrowing them. Zach watched as his professor fiddled with the strings. The old wolf's shoulder blades bulged from his wide frame, his arms muscled and large. Zach estimated that Clay was six feet tall, perhaps more. Clay then turned back and fixed his collar, staring directly at the small otter. His barrel-chested figure bulged from his stained white shirt, nearly popping the buttons.

"Let's talk," Clay said.

Zach leaned nervously against the desk. He didn't think this would actually work. "S-sure. Let's talk," he said.

The wolf sighed, rubbing his chin and staring at the shelves. He hadn't had sex in years. Hell, he was nearing forty-five and couldn't find anyone his own age. But as he stared at Zach's body, it was like feeling lust for the first time. His pants tightened. A clear bulge emerged from his pant leg. Zach's chest heaved as he watched the mature wolf ogle his chest and tummy.

"If we're gonna do this, it stays between us. We can talk about scheduling later," Clay explained. He took a step closer to Zach, displaying a fanged grin. "For now, I just expect you to be a good student for me. Is that alright?"

The otter smiled nervously as he felt Clay's arms wrap themselves around his lower back. He stood eye-level with Clay's pecs. "Y-yes, of course," Zach replied.

Clay then slid his paw under Zach's chin, tilting the boy's head upward. The couple locked eyes for a moment, savoring each other's touch. Clay couldn't help but think that Zach looked like adorable prey from this angle. The wolf's maw then embraced Zach's as his toned arms pulled the boy closer.

Clay's tongue gently lapped at Zach's. He hadn't noticed until now how weak Zach was; the boy was small, his arms and shoulders wiry. Short brown fur covered the otter head to toe, becoming lighter on his chest and tummy. The boy's thighs were notably chubbier than the rest of his body, poking from his shorts alongside his thick tail. He smelled faintly of cheap cologne and sweat, the fur on his head matted from the summer heat. His musk made Clay eager to see his student's body.

"Take off your shirt," Clay ordered.

Zach nodded and wordlessly obeyed, an excited squeal erupting from his maw. The otter's chest was well-defined, his pecs and core muscles visible beneath a thick layer of sepia fur.

"I-is this good?" Zach asked.

Clay responded, "Of course. You're a very attractive young man." He flashed a toothy grin. "Would you like to see me as well?"

Breath caught in Zach's throat. "S-sure. If you want."

The otter visibly tensed as Clay disrobed; he never would've guessed that under that coffee-stained shirt was such a handsome and strong figure. Fluffy white fur emanated from the center of Clay's chest, spreading outward and slowly darkening as it reached the periphery of his thick breasts. His shoulders were wide, his core muscles clearly defined. "Do you like what you see?" Clay asked, smirking. He wasn't used to being ogled like this.

Zach looked aside, freezing up at the sight of his professor half-nude. Butterflies swirled within his chest, acid rising in his throat. He never expected he would get this far, but he was ecstatic nonetheless. He was drawn to his professor's pecs, his strong shoulders, his muscled arms. The man's figure alone made him want to melt.

Zach stuttered, "I do, yeah. C-can I ask a question?"

Clay grasped the hem of his pants and pulled them downward. "Sure," he replied.

Zach shifted his feet, not daring to look Clay in the eyes. "Can I call you daddy?" Zach asked.

The request caught Clay off-guard, but he shook off the hesitation quickly. "Of course, Zach. I can be your daddy." The wolf's pants then slumped against the ground, leaving him fully nude. The otter gasped as he laid his eyes upon his professor's package.

Clay's sheath was large and studded with damp black fur. His huge balls hung limply below, similarly dark. The spade-shaped tip of his cock poked shyly from the sheath's tip. Zach watched in awe as it then grew and pushed itself from Clay's fur, revealing its glistening red shaft. Pulsating veins lined its base, thumping with each beat of the aged predator's heart. Clay chuckled. "Not used to seeing a predator like this, are you?" he asked.

"I-I guess not," Zach said. "I should probably undress, too." Zach then quickly dropped his shorts, his metal buckle clacking on the linoleum floor. A small path of fur stretched from his tummy down to his cock, its tip faintly visible; he, too, was sheathed. The otter's penis was comparatively much smaller than his professor's, the color of his package a faint beige. His cock was nestled between two chubby thighs, his hips much larger than his professor's.

Clay stepped closer, his presence looming over the boy. "You have a cute ass," the wolf snarled. His claws wrapped around the otter's flesh, squeezing his soft butt. The couple once again gazed into each other's eyes as they embraced each other nude, the wolf's cock pressing up against Zach's tummy. The otter felt it twitch against him, a drop of sticky precum stretching along his fur. Clay then reached his paw around the back of Zach's head and pulled the boy close, their maws intertwining. He shoved his tongue into the boy's maw, feeling out his prey's mouth with his own. Zach moaned as he was violated by the muscled wolf, rubbing his paw tenderly along the predator's sheath.

"Good boy," Clay cooed. "You're doing so well. Keep going."

Zach smiled and blushed. "Th-thank you, daddy." He felt Clay's cock harden in his paw, throbbing as it was coaxed further out. Clay grunted as the boy grazed his cherry-red flesh, lightly stroking up and down his shaft. A low growl sounded from the wolf's chest as he resisted the urge to hold the boy down, taking him as his own.

"You're so big..." Zach said, sinking to his knees. He was eye-level with the predator's cock now, watching it quiver with every little touch. "I don't know if I can fit it all in me," he continued.

Clay grinned. "Well, let's find out." He gripped the back of Zach's head, curling his fingers around the boy's short hair. For just a moment, Zach stared upward in shock and arousal. Clay then shoved the boy down onto himself. He moaned as the moist warmth of Clay's maw warmed his cock, covering his groin in hot breath. The boy's tongue wrapped itself around him and ran itself along the grooves of his dick, lapping at his tangy lust. The wolf's intense musk invaded the otter's nostrils, intensified by the summer heat.

"Enjoying my scent, pup?" Clay asked.

Zach nodded and inhaled deeply. His nose pressed flush against the predator's damp fur, completely enraptured by the sour scent of Clay's package. The tip of Clay's dick throbbed against the roof of his mouth and leaked bitter precum onto his tongue. Clay ruffled the boy's hair. "You're doing so well, boy. Keep sucking on daddy."

The order sent lightning up Zach's spine. His mind melted. He pumped his maw across Clay's cock rhythmically. Squeals escaped his full mouth. His paw reached up and caressed Clay's testes, cradling them in his palm and admiring their weight.

"Oh? Are you admiring daddy's package?" Clay asked, chuckling. "It's alright, Zach. Go ahead. Touch them all you'd like. That's it. Good boy." Clay humped into the boy's mouth, savoring the warmth of Zach's throat. His dick was fully unsheathed now. With each thrust, Zach's wet little nose poked the wolf's large knot.

Clay suddenly grasped Zach's hair and pulled the boy off of him. The otter stared upward at his professor, helpless. A dribble of precum trailed from his mouth. "Tell me. Do you like daddy's cock?" Clay asked.

Zach squealed in excitement, meeting his elder's gaze. "Y-yes. Yes, I love it. You taste so good!" he said, and licked his lips. "I never imagined I'd be doing this... "

The wolf laughed. He sported a devilish grin. "You better believe it, pup." He narrowed his eyes, staring at his student's small member. He thought it was adorable. His heart raced. "Tell me. How much do you need daddy's cock in you?"

Zach's eyes widened. "So much! Please."

"Hmm. Well, good pups ask nicely. If you truly want me to breed you, then you should beg," Clay teased.

The student's face reddened. "Please, daddy. Please fuck me."

"More."

Zach quivered. He felt himself melting. "P-please. Please fill me up. I need your cum," he begged.

Clay rolled his eyes. He held out his cock. "Fine. You can suckle on me, pup. But don't expect me to be gentle."

Zach immediately latched onto his daddy's dick, wrapping his lips tightly around its base. He needed the entire thing inside him. It didn't matter if he sputtered. It didn't matter if it hurt. He wanted to taste the wolf's cum. He needed to please his daddy. The otter's palm rubbed quickly against his own cock as he suckled on his teacher.

Clay rested a paw on the back of Zach's head, pushing the boy down on his cock. "Good boy. You're doing so well. There we go..." Bliss made Clay's mind swim. He never thought he'd have the opportunity to breed his own student. But here Zach was, his adorable maw full of the wolf's lust. He loved looking into the otter's needy eyes; seeing the boy's chest rise and fall; watching as Zach's cock twitched and throbbed in excitement.

Zach couldn't take it anymore. He needed more. His eyes fixated hungrily on Clay's knot. He opened his jaw as wide as he could, attempting to envelop it in his maw. It just barely fit past the otter's fangs, completely plugging the boy's mouth.

The old wolf was taken by surprise. His spine arched as he felt himself completely taken in. His cock reached fully down the boy's throat, throbbing against the base of his tongue. He growled and instinctively plunged himself as deeply as he could, hugging Zach's maw against his groin. "Th-there we go, pup. Good boy. Keep going."

The otter continued to massage his teacher's cock with his throat, forming a small bulge on the outside of his neck. The tart scent of the wolf's dick hypnotized him, forcing him to become a cocksleeve. He felt Clay tense with every quiver of his maw. The wolf's legs shook. His thrusting became arrhythmic and unstable. His tail tucked between his legs. His spine curved inward.

Clay growled. "Good boy. Good- ah! Such a good boy. Take it. Harder..." He snarled as he felt his abdominals tense, fully losing control of his body. His grip on the otter's fur tightened. His eyes closed. His claws dug into the boy's flesh. A guttural wail escaped him as he plunged himself into Zach's throat for the final time, unleashing waves of cum into the boy's tummy. His cock pulsated against the walls of his throat, his knot tying the boy's mouth.

At the same time, Zach felt himself tense up. The sensation of being pumped full of his daddy's cum... it was too much. His paw glided smoothly over his glans, dripping precum onto his short claws. His jaw locked. His thighs shook. His tail wagged. Squeals erupted from his cum-filled maw and seed violently erupted from the otter's cock, landing at Clay's feet and sending the boy into a world of warm nothingness.

"F-fuck..." Clay's white chest huffed as the last of his seed emptied into his prey's maw. He quivered inside his prey as Zach greedily drank every spurt of cum. Zach whined as the wolf's claws sheathed themselves, leaving faint red marks on his fur. "Sorry boy. I got a little too absorbed there," Clay said.

He then uncorked himself from the otter's mouth, releasing a torrent of cum from his maw. Zach stared needily at his professor, the bitter seed hampering his ability to speak. "Ith's okay," he said, and gulped the wolf's lust.

Clay then squatted down and inspected the boy's shoulder, staring at the marks he had created. The wounds weren't deep. "I'm still sorry, pup," Clay said. He stroked the boy's head. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"O-okay," Zach said. He still could barely think. His mind swam in a blissful haze. The taste of his daddy lingered on his lips.

The professor moved to his desk, rummaging beneath it. He grabbed a towel and brought it to Zach, rubbing it tenderly against the boy's maw and chest. "Can't have you walking out of here covered in cum," he said.

"Th-thanks," Zach said. He blushed. "I really liked that," he admitted.

Clay grinned. "Me too," he said. "I'd like to do this before class again sometime. That is, if you'd like," he continued.

"P-please," Zach blurted. He looked to the side. "I mean, sure. Same time Thursday?"