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College Lectures and After-Parties

By Draconicon

"And if any of you thinks that you can get around sourcing by keeping your tips anonymous forever, I hope you know a good lawyer; anything accusatory is going to have to come out eventually, even in this country. So, any of you planning on smearing people that you hate better have some way to back it up, because nobody's going to be bailing you out when reality smacks you down."

Vera chuckled at some of the frowns and grumpy faces that spread across the journalism class, and the black bear leaned back against the professor's desk. A sidelong glance over her shoulder showed the same sort of amusement being quickly hidden away by the Clydesdale professor; he'd expected something like this, too.

That's why you called the freelancer in, eh? Just to give them the smackdown that you couldn't? Coward, she thought with some small measure of affection. Eh, well, they'd have to hear it from someone.

The black bear had been in the freelance journalism business for the past twenty-five years, and during that time, she had gone up against all kinds of corporations, politicians, and other entities that had a vested interest in keeping the status quo. Playing outside the rules played out all fine and dandy on television, but in real life -

"Excuse me, but what about when you know you're right?" one of the students, an antelope, asked. "I mean, when you know that it's true, but you can't get someone to say it. You could just -"

"If you know it's true, then you go and find a way to get a source," Vera said. "Sorry, hon, but if you just start spreading lies, you're going to get called on it, eventually. Even the 'protected source' stuff only goes so far, and even if it actually covered you, these assholes have more money and resources than you do. Don't start poking the bear without all the body armor that you can get."

The black bear stood up properly, stretching one arm over her head. The blouse she wore was too tight, the thin blue getting a little stretched around the chest and making her a little too aware of the lack of a bra today, but she didn't care. It wasn't the first time she'd shown up a little exposed. Besides, she was pretty sure most of the college students were more interested in the leather pants and the way those fit across her hips and ass than they were at the not-quite-visible boobs. Big as they were, they weren't so exposed as the rest.

"Look, I'll boil it down for you," she said. "You want to make a difference in the world, right? Expose all the secrets that the corporations keep, show the shameful moments of the politicians in power, shake the world down to its core so people actually stand up and take notice of all the crap that's going on?"

The crowd of eager students nodded. Some were more enthusiastic, some less, but they all nodded. Idealists, all, and she couldn't keep herself from smiling. It was good to know that there were people that were so eager to see the world better, just as it was a little sad that she'd have to tell them the truth.

"Then you play by the rules. You back-check everything. You source everything. You're going up against people that get more money in a day than you'll see in years. The moment that they get a gap to wiggle through, they'll be out the door and back on the street, doing their shit, and you'll be taking their place as the scapegoat. And that goes double if you decide you want to freelance. And take it from me, it's the harder road.

"Look at me," she said, gesturing at herself. "You think I dress cheap because I wanna look like a hooker or something? Not that I haven't - trust me, you'll do some weird stuff to get information - but that's a different look - anyway. Anyway. When you're freelance, you don't have resources. You don't have someone to lean on. You don't have the insurance that all the big newspapers have and pay through the nose to get. All you have is yourself. So you can't throw accusations around.

"And for any of you that want to try it, thinking you're going to be a martyr for the cause? You're not. Any press that's going to buy a story off you without proper sources is not going to have the reach you want. Anybody that takes your word without you putting in the work is going to sell you out the moment that the big players decide they don't like it. If you want to make a difference, if you want to do something, then you play by the rules, and you make damn sure that you can back up anything you say."

That brought the expected downcast faces, but it was better that they learn this now rather than in the courtroom. One could only go so far with bravado and brazen behavior.

Still, as Professor Lansdale dismissed the class with a wave and a ding of the bell that he kept on his desk, she could already see some of the students getting their determination back. The black bear recognized the various expressions; they weren't going to be brought down by something as minor as this. Oh, she imagined that they weren't going to be happy about all the extra work, but they were still going to dedicate themselves to the pursuit of truth and free information.

Wait until you find out all the indignities that come with selling yourself in the metaphorical way, she thought, shaking her head.

Still, she had some hopes, and...hmm.

She watched a few of the students leave, her wandering eyes finding a few that looked interesting. A couple of cute ones, too. A donkey woman that was halfway to the door held her eyes in particular. Something about her looked more...focused, she supposed, than the others. Someone had already stiffened her spine, for sure.

Doesn't hurt that she's got a cute ass, too, she thought with a chuckle.

"Wonderful lecture, as always," the stallion professor said as he got to his feet. "Reminds me of what I told you when I was still working with the Tribune."

"Yes, well, I can remember lessons, too."

"Yes, usually the hard way."

"Heh." Vera hopped onto his desk, thick thighs rubbing against each other as she crossed her legs. "At least most of them won't be going through police brutality the way that we did. Remember that time when they started 'cavity searching' on a power trip?"

"Don't remind me. You had the more spacious hole for that."

"Not at first, I didn't."

"I still don't know how that didn't break you."

"Neither did my therapist," she admitted with a shrug. "But it didn't. And I'm better now than I ever was."

"...Do you seriously still dress up as a hooker?"

"Only on special occasions. And only to confirm what I need to know; fruit of the poisoned tree and all that."

And for fun, sometimes. She chuckled as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. No surprise that Lansdale was looking down at them. They'd had fun in the past, and she knew that he was wondering if that was on the cards again.

Normally, she'd be up for it. There was no need for her to hold back when it came to her sexual life. There were no partners waiting for her back at home, no lovers that held a particularly special place in her heart. Being on the move as often as she was, there was seldom a point in keeping more than a friends-with-benefits waiting for her in any one place, and she enjoyed Lansdale more than some of them. He was a little older than her, had the experience and stamina that she liked in someone else, and he wasn't bad looking. Getting a little gray in the muzzle, admittedly, but with a luscious mane and a body that hadn't completely gone pear-shaped just yet.

At the same time, there were options. She was on a college campus, after all, and unless things had massively changed since the last time she'd come guest-lecturing, that meant that there'd be plenty of potential partners that'd be eager to go to bed with an experienced older woman. She just had to play her cards right -

"So, do you have a place to stay?" the black and white horse asked, resting a hand on her thigh. "Or do you need a bed for the night?"

"Heh, forward as ever, aren't you?"

"Just saying; you know that we always have fun. And you know that I can scratch that itch the way that most other guys can't. Not without a special strap-on, at least, heh."

"Confidence is sexy, Lanny, but let's treat that as a back-up."

"Oh?" He chuckled, squeezing her leg. "Already got someone in mind?"

"Heh, maybe. But nothing definitive. Lemme try my luck and see if it works out, but if not...well, you get next crack at my ass."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Hell, I'll hold you to that, heh. Nothing quite like horse cock when you really need that stretch. But I know you're always up for it, so...gimme some variety, okay, hon?"

Lansdale nodded, taking his hand from her thigh. She'd known he would understand, just like she knew that he'd be on her dance card for a later night. She was in town for a week, after all, and that meant that there'd be other opportunities. Ones she'd take, too; she wasn't going to leave town without getting at least one ride on that thing. Variety first, old reliable second.

She hopped down, flat shoes making a soft thump on the lecture stage. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, adjusted her breasts a bit to make the nipples just a trifle more visible through the fabric, and pulled at her belt just a bit more. The leather was already tight, but that damn near gave her a visible pussy bulge down there. Just about perfect, really. Vera looked over her shoulder at the professor.

"Now, where's the best place to pick up a student?"

"Heh, why would I know?"

"Lanny..."

"...Heh. The Old Horseshoe. Half a mile south."

"Knew I could rely on you." The black bear winked. "See you later, old stud."

#

Vera arrived at The Old Horseshoe shortly after dinner, just when the students from the college and the locals started arriving at the bar. It wasn't too large, nor that elaborate, but it had several pool tables at the far end of the building in a sunken pit, a few booths to go along with the many tables in the middle, and a stage for a musical group that had yet to show up at the other end. The many horseshoes nailed to the wall probably gave the place its name and added a vaguely 'lucky' sense to the establishment.

She could already tell that she was the oldest one there by at least a decade; everybody else was wearing something 'trendy,' and if they looked any older than thirty, she'd eat her pants. Some looked at her with raised eyebrows as she walked in, but she just took it with a smile and a sway in her hips.

That got more than a few eyes on her, though. She knew it would; kids these days never realized how much work it took to get that sway right, or how good it was at getting someone to rip their eyes off someone else and look at you, instead.

Still got it, she thought as previously attentive jocks looked away from their cheerleader girlfriends, and some rather curious young women looked away from their reasonably attractive guys to look at her. Stillll got it.

She sat her fat ass on one of the bar stools, waving the mole behind it over to her. Ordering two beers and only asking for one to be cracked open, she spun around, leaning back and crossing her legs as she took in the others in the bar.

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, what sounds good today?

Vera started putting together a list of what she wanted in a lover for the night. No scalies, she decided; not because she had anything against them, but the last person she'd slept with had been one, and she wanted something different. No bears, either. Cuddly, but she wanted something different, something more engaged for the night.

As for what she wanted...something feminine, she decided. She could go with a dick here and there, but it'd been a while since she'd had a lady in bed with her, and that sounded more fun tonight. And there were enough college girls around to provide for her.

But which one?

There were a few that she recognized from the lecture. A parrot girl that was sitting on her lonesome, having a sip of a margarita. A wolf woman that had her head tilted back and chugging a bear.

She was just reaching the edge of the room when the door opened, drawing her attention back. The black bear saw the donkey she'd been admiring leaving the lecture hall, and she smirked despite herself. A little shy, bit of a longer skirt rather than the tight pants that she was used to, but with some of those bigger equine curves. Kinda like Lansdale if you caught him in a subby mood; for all that the Clydesdale was eager to fuck, the man liked it up the butt enough to let her peg him in the past. That'd been a time and a half, and it'd given her quite the appreciation for equine rumps.

And donkeys are close enough...

Vera made her decision in the time it took for the bar door to close. Before the donkey girl had seen her, she was on her feet, the unopened bear in hand, and she was halfway across the floor when the student finally turned to look at her. She closed the distance with a smile and an offer of the beer.

"Fancy a drink?" she asked.

"What - you - Ms. Vera?"

"Just Vera, now that the lecture's over. Drink?"

"Uh - sure -"

"Great. Booth's open over here."

She half-nudged, half-dragged the other woman along. Just one of many tricks that came from working solo. If you gave someone no time to think, they were, more often than not, willing to just go along with your suggestions. Part of the reason to be assertive.

They were seated and Vera was offering a bottle opener by the time that the donkey managed to catch up to what had just happened. Almost mechanically, the other woman reached out and took the bottle opener, fumbling with it for a moment before pausing.

"Wait. Why are - this is so -"

"I was watching all the students, and I wanted to follow up with some of you," Vera said, leaning back with her own beer in hand. "See if there were any other questions, ask a couple of my own. You know how it works."

"What, uh, what kind of questions?"

"Oh, you know. Whether you're interested in following a more traditional career or going freelance. What reasons you had for going into this. Whether you're interested in a one-night stand with someone that knows what she's doing."

That last one, of course, was timed precisely to the jenny taking a drink. The sudden cough and spurt were intercepted by a couple of napkins she threw across the table, knowing they'd be needed.

"Never get tired of that, heh."

"Ugh...ow..."

"Least it didn't come out your nose," Vera said, shaking her head. "Seen that happen with dogs. Nasty stuff; couldn't stop smelling it for a week."

"Ugh. Gross."

"You got a name, hon?" Vera asked.

"Lyra - can we go back to the whole - the whole one-night stand thing, and where that came from?"

Well, the girl could keep up. She'd give the donkey credit for that. Vera smiled to herself, crossing one leg over the other beneath the table as she took another sip of the beer. It was just bigger enough to keep her awake, focused, on-point, without quite leaving her buzzed just yet.

"Well, that's an option. And something that'd be a fun way to end my day back at college. Not to mention, I'm good at it. Damn good at it. But that's something we can save until the end of our little chat. From what I was seeing, you had a good reason for going into journalism, and I didn't hear any stupid questions from you. So, what bee's in your bonnet?"

"I - but about the -"

"Tut."

The black bear tapped the end of her bottle to Lyra's lips, shaking her head. The other woman blushed bright red.

"Leave that for later. For now, let's talk shop. And if you aren't interested, you aren't interested. Besides, you have the chance to pick my brain for anything you like; are you seriously telling me that you aren't interested in that?"

#

"Of course, because I did everything by the book - as I told everyone we were supposed to - that CEO couldn't pull jack-shit. Didn't matter how much money he had, he was going down, and he knew it. Couldn't bribe anyone that time." Vera chuckled, shaking her head as she put her bottle down on the table. "And that's how I helped shut down RonCo."

"Oh my god, that's so cool!"

The black bear shook her head, her smile still clinging to her muzzle. She could hear the slightly tipsy tones of someone on the verge of having too much, and she reached out to take the donkey's bottle from her. Lyra didn't fight it; she leaned forward instead, doll-eyed and smiling.

"I didn't know you could do that much by following the rules...wow..."

"Well, you gotta be ready to take a hit if you go for it, but that's the thing about freelancing. You can go into places that other journalists can't. And more to the point, you can write about things that the editors will kill in the big papers. Sure, the editors might pass up your stories, but they can't stop you from investigating and writing the thing in the first place. And that gives you a leg up on everyone else."

"It's like...it's like you don't even care what other people would think..." Lyra shook her head. "Did you really..."

"Oh, yeah. I disclosed sleeping with a few people, the pillow talk, everything." The bear chuckled. "Was a little embarrassing at times, but if you're going to come for someone about not being transparent, you need to be just about perfect yourself."

"I don't know if I could do that..."

"Well, nobody says you gotta start there. But it helps." She smiled, reaching across the table between them and grabbing the other woman's hand. "Now...how are you feeling about that one-night stand?"

"Oh...right...that..."

To her credit, Lyra didn't pull away. She did, however, hesitate a great deal more than the bear had expected. Vera cocked her head to the side, eyes flicking up and down in a quick study of the donkey's body language.

Getting all tense, shy, embarrassed. Not about her wants or desires, though. She wants to do this, but she's...scared? Scared of what?

Wasn't about being with another woman. She had all the right politics - that had come up in the conversation several times, and Lyra clearly wanted to do some activist journalism for the right people. It wasn't about the whole purity thing, either; she'd seen the way that the donkey had eyed her between drinks, and there was a lot of want there.

So, what was it?

"I mean - you - I - I think I'd better -"

"What's the matter? You think I'd ask you to spend the night if I thought you weren't good enough for it?" Vera asked.

"You, uh...you can't..."

"...Oh, it's one of those things."

Lyra tried to look away, only for Vera to lift one leg off the ground and jam it against the side of the booth. It effectively trapped the jenny in place, keeping her from easily sliding out from under the table. With the younger woman pinned, the black bear cocked her head to the side.

"Okay, three questions. One: do you think that bothers me?"

"...I..."

"Answer: it doesn't. Two: does it bother you to have it used?"

"Yes! I mean...I wasn't...These..."

"Not 'original,' yeah. Wouldn't have clocked it, but hey, means that they're coming in nice," she said with a nod towards the donkey's breasts. "Looks good, by the way."

"Mmph..."

"Heh, you're going to have to get used to the compliments; if an informant figures out that you have that kind of weakness, they're going to use it against you. Anyway." Vera waved her hand. "Three: with the idea that we won't use that, are you still interested?"

"...Are you?" Lyra asked.

"God, yes."

"...Holy shit."

"Sounds like a yes to me, but just to cover my bases. Yes..."

She shifted her leg inward, grinding her shoe against the other woman's outer thigh, then back to her rump. She pointed her toes, tracing little circles around the donkey's hip.

"Or no?"

"...Y-yes..."

"Heh. Wonderful."

Getting to her feet, Vera thumped her bottle on the table before grabbing Lyra by the shoulder. The donkey put up no resistance even as she yelped in surprise.

Knowing these college places, there's probably that one stall that everyone uses, she thought as she dragged the jenny across the bar floor. Some of the other college students followed them with their eyes, some jealous, others judging. Fuck 'em. They'd be doing the same thing if they were more assertive about it.

She shouldered the door to the women's bathroom open. As expected due to the earlier hour, there was nobody there yet, and the stall doors were open. She glanced into each, and picked the one at the end of the row, giving Lyra a little nudge to get in first and following after, already pulling her own zipper down.

"I can't believe we're doing this," the donkey muttered, blushing. "I mean...here..."

"Well, we could take the long walk back to your dorm if you want, but, you know. People."

"Oh, I - I get it. I just...You sure -"

Vera arched an eyebrow as she shoved her pants to the ground, stepping out of them and leaving her shoes and socks on. Her pussy was already at least a little wet, leaving a little string to slap from her underwear against her crotch, and she leaned against the stall wall with a small smirk on her face.

She knew what she looked like. Bears got a little pudgy as they got older, and she was no exception. Her thighs were thick, she had a curving belly, and though there was muscle beneath both, she had no illusions. She was a thick-ass bear, and when she moved, some things rolled. Her black fur was matted down around her thighs and groin, both from sweat and her own fluids, and there was no hiding the occasional gray fur that popped up among the black mass.

But for all that, Lyra clearly liked what she saw. Vera smiled as she reached down, her middle finger sliding between her pussy lips and grinding against her clit all the way up. Extensive use had left her 'draping' a bit down there, loose from her various lovers, but the soft 'squelch' as she clenched up proved that she still had the skill to handle anything that went inside.

"So...eaten pussy before?"

"Uh, once."

"Get ready to make it twice."

"Oh god. Oh god."

"Come on. Don't keep momma bear waiting."

Lyra hesitantly dropped to her knees, and as she did, it was impossible to miss the bulge between her legs. Part of that was knowing to look - Vera was the first one to admit that - but there was something in that skirt that pushed up between her thighs. Probably wasn't the best tucked, but the skirt would have hidden that unless she got really turned on.

Guess I got her going, heh.

Vera stepped forward, putting one foot on the toilet seat and the other by the donkey's legs. With her own legs spread so thoroughly, she could feel Lyra's breath against her sex. She chuckled, grinding her hips forward until her clit tapped the equine's nose, and the younger woman huffed to herself, moaning quietly.

"Well?"

"Oh god..."

"Heh...looks like you need a little encouragement."

Grabbing Lyra by the back of her head, she pushed the other woman forward. There was a soft yelp of shock again, but the donkey got to work licking almost immediately. The pleasure of that tongue darting around between her pussy lips, digging in almost immediately and thrusting as far as it could go, was a perfect accompaniment to the warm wet that brushed her clit as Lyra kept adjusting her muzzle. Nose and lips alike had that warm, rubbery texture to them, and it was just firm enough to give her a good rubbing between the licks.

"Mmmph...fuck yes, go on. Give momma bear a good licking...get it in good and deep..."

It had been too long since she'd had a good girl like this between her legs. Each lapping motion went deep, running along her stretched pussy lips before plunging in, going as far as a mouse's cock, at least, before coming back out. It left her feeling all slimy and full inside, and it was glorious.

It didn't take long for the two of them to start getting into a rhythm with their oral play, with her rolling her hips to meet that tongue thrusting into her. The black bear's cheeks clapped quietly with each thrust of her hips, and her eyes closed tight as she gripped the top of one stall wall with her free hand. Forward, back, forward, back, getting that grinding, slippery pleasure each time that she ground forward, feeling it popping out as she pulled back.

Lyra didn't complain, either. The donkey made a few whimpering sounds between the bear's thighs, but the way that she grabbed hold whenever Vera 'threatened' to pull back said that she was more than willing to be down there. Each lick was hungrier than the last, and if there was a gap when the bear had to adjust her position, the donkey filled it by pulling back and sealing her lips around Vera's clit. The soft licking, suckling, and nuzzling that only an equine muzzle could provide was all the hotter for it.

"That's it. Go on...get...mmmph...in there. Oh, you're hungry for it, aren't you? Hungry for a good squirt..."

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Well, momma bear's got one for you..."

She bit her lips as Lyra groped her ass, pulling her close and keeping her from pulling away so easily. The younger woman moaned right into her pussy, nuzzling in, her broad nose and lips grinding away. She was humming, huffing against her, buzzing almost like a little vibrator wand. Fuck, it felt good.

Vera ground her hips against the other woman, feeling her pleasure going up, up, up as that tongue went deeper and swirled around inside of her. It had been too long, and she was more than ready to -

"Mmmph!"

She grabbed Lyra tighter, her hand right between the donkey's ears, her fingers groping through the girl's mane to keep her from pulling back. Her hips twitched and her pussy clenched, trapping the tongue inside of her, and the pulsing, clenching feelings deeper inside marked each squirt down the other woman's throat. Pulse...pulse...pulse...

And then it was done. Vera huffed as she dragged Lyra back, the donkey's muzzle stained and shining from nose to about halfway back to her glassy eyes. The black bear chuckled as she slowly dragged her lover to her feet.

"That into it, huh?"

"Oh, yeah..."

"Heh, clearly," she said, glancing down. The skirt was halfway lifted by that other piece that they weren't going to be using. "Turn around, hon."

"Wha - okay...Why?"

"Because now it's your turn." Vera chuckled as she flicked the donkey's skirt up, pulling Lyra's panties to the side to expose a clenching pucker. "And look at that. All sweaty and wet already."

"Mmmph...You...most people don't get to see that."

"Well, look at me. Getting a private scoop. Don't worry; I won't be publishing this story."

She licked her fingers, running them back from the donkey's balls to her asshole. A light probe was followed by a quick push -

"NNngh!"

And then it was Lyra's turn to moan, gripping the wall tightly and huffing under her breath as the bear scissored her fingers back and forth. Two fingers were enough for the moment, and that puffy pucker clenched hard enough to tell her it might be enough to get her all the way there.

"Heh, hope you're ready for a ride, hon. Just because I don't have a dick doesn't mean I can't fuck you."

"How does...how do you make it feel so good?" Lyra whispered.

"Lots of experience, honey. Now...just relax...and let me make you feel good. Then we can see about round two..."

The End

Summary: Vera, a freelance reporter, gives a lecture on journalism at a college, and then goes looking for some fun afterward.

Tags: F/tW, Transwoman, Cisgender woman, Donkey, Bear, Oral, Cunnilingus, Age Difference, Embarrassment, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum, Bathroom Sex,