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The students were in clusters, loosely around Ruby and Tess, none of who had finished getting dressed. He saw Ruby's head, her tongue flicking out and burying within Tess's body, the dobiemorph's legs twitching. Ruby suddenly threw her head back and groaned, the human clearly affected by whatever Tess was doing to her. Dalila had her hand on Clementine's bared chest, the shirt tucked under the brunette's chin while she squirmed, hands busy between her legs. One hand had drifted to the canomorph's thigh, simply holding on. They shared a kiss, but it was an impatient one, passion substituting for skill and grace.

Nicodemus caught movement at the edge of his gaze, saw Monty laying Rebecca down. His pants were around his knees, muzzle affixed to her breasts. The rabbit was breathing slow and deep, cries of passion bubbling up around her body, head lying to the side. Nicodemus saw her eyes open, looking at Ruby and Tess, then close when Monty tugged at a pink peak.

Dustin and Li-Mei had paired up. The black lab was clearly more eager than Li-Mei was, as she kept removing the hand that was trying to squeeze her chest through her shirt. However, she was bottomless, eyes closed and lightly writhing into the other hand, which had dipped a finger within her. Not very far, though. Dustin seemed to want to respect his teacher's claim to her maidenhead, or didn't want to hurt her. For her part, Li-Mei was stroking the canomorph's leaking erection, the slick sound adding to the cacophony of others.

Evan was dwarfed in Leanne's lap, leaning back against the larger horse, his head against her chest. He was the one breathing heavily, head thrown back, hands gripping into her thighs. Between his legs, Leanne held his member delicately, running fingers over it, hand twisting, urging him down the path to greater pleasure.

Ruby's eyes fluttered, and then she saw Nicodemus there in the doorway, closing the door quietly behind him. "Oh," she said, and it had nothing to do with what Tess between her legs. The rest of the class was too engrossed in themselves and each other to notice the rat teacher cross the room to the water cooler. Pulling out a cup audibly, he filled and drained it three times, the cool water doing wonders to refresh him. The last he savored, and when he looked out at the class, they had all more or less stopped and were staring at him, many embarrassed.

"Don't stop for me. I'm the one that wanted a break, remember?" he told them, going to the water cooler for a third refill. He started sipping from the cup while looking out amongst the students, but it would seem that shame had overtaken most of them. "Alright, then," he said after a moment. He walked over to Li-Mei and Dustin, taking the place opposite the black Labrador. "Perhaps you would all like a demonstration of non penetrative sex. Besides, I'm sure you all noticed that the whole of my carnal ability is not between my legs."

"I'd like to volunteer for a demonstration," said Dalila, grinning widely.

Nicodemus didn't spare the afghan a glance. "I have someone in mind already," he said, looking at Dustin.

Dustin frowned, glanced at Li-Mei, then back at the rat morph. He seemed to realize what was being referred to, and all the while Nicodemus leveled a stare at him. Suddenly, there was a flashing of teeth, the Labrador cringing. "Okay, okay..."

"What...?" began Li-Mei.

"Don't worry about it," the rat answered, turning his attention to the Asian girl. He smiled. "Just a little understanding between Dustin and myself. He forgot the rules." Before she could protest, she found Nicodemus kissing her, holding the back of her head into it. The tension melted, and he let go of her. "Let's focus on other things, shall we?" She could only nod her head.

"Class, be sure to pay attention. I have a feeling I won't have the opportunity to speak much," he said, then lower, just for Li-Mei: "You will be first when I recover." Again, he drew her into a kiss, and slowly he lay her down on the couch, Dustin scooting off to observe with the others. The air was still heavy with their young lust, and Nicodemus let himself ride the edge of it, tongue pushing between the petite girl's lips, her response to clutch to his arms, a quiet moan rolling from her. He didn't let his gaze stray from her as he began his lesson.

"The human body has many erogenous zones, but no two people are exactly alike. Skin sensitivity, thickness and in morphs, fur thickness are all factors, some of many, that determine where attention should be paid for maximum effect." Lowering his face, he closed his eyes and inhaled, getting just Li-Mei for a moment, then lingering scents that he rifled through like a deck of cards. "I have had many lovers, but all most be discovered anew." He kissed her cheek, listened to her blood race through her body as his muzzled lowered, touching on her jaw, chin, the hollow of her neck. "Some spots are more sensitive than others, but even so it's not good to just linger on one." After brushing his whiskers against her neck, her breathing picking up, he moved to her shoulders, licking, kissing, sucking on her skin. "Don't be shy. Communicate with your partner, and listen to them. Ask them things. Not if things feel good because invariably you'll get a positive response. Ask which is better, here?" He pressed his muzzle to her stomach, letting his tongue slide over the dampening flesh, pressing his teeth to a light impression. "Or there?" The rat's muzzle moved up, tongue crossing Li-Mei's breast, biting there as well. She was gripping tight to his arms, breath rising sharply now. "Well, Li-Mei?"

"There," she got out. "There. Yes! Oh...!" Her hands moved up to his head, holding him down while he lashed his tongue against her breast and her peak, decorating it with tooth marks that slowly faded.

"Learn your partner's cues. Be attentive." Nicodemus's tongue slipped into her belly button, and he felt the grip on his ears. A quick hiss-click later, and she was split. "Now, Li-Mei, shall I bring you?" The morph let a grin come to his face as he saw the familiar series of confusion, and slow realization. Li-Mei nodded, not trusting her voice, and two fingers pushed into her lower lips.

She was one of Nicodemus's quieter lovers. She writhed in his embrace, however, especially when his mouth returned to her chest, gently mauling the flesh while the fingers moved through her. His body had already responded; it was impossible not to, with her form pressing against his, mouth open in silent screams that ended in deep breaths. Her eyes got that look that spoke of losing oneself, fluttering to stay open while the pleasure overwhelmed her. It all reached a crescendo, and slowly he laid her back down, body trembling in a sheen of fine sweat. When she could speak, her first words were "D-did I pee?" and Nicodemus couldn't help but laugh. Before she could muster any more words, he kissed her once again, spoiling the embarrassment just under the surface.

A quick glance at the rest of the class and Nicodemus saw another teaching opportunity. "No, not at all. Think of it like semen; it comes out of the same hole, but it is most definitely not urine. I don't think there's an official term for it, but it's called squirting, and you happen to be one of the females that can do it easily when they orgasm. I happen to believe that, given the right set of stimulus, any woman can do that. So far, I've yet to be proven wrong." Li-Mei looked a little doubtful, so he did what he wanted to do; he sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes as he savored her taste. Another he offered to her, which she took after a moment of hesitance.

Of course, watching her suck her own fluids from his fur made him think of other things, so he eased it from her mouth and beckoned to Leanne. A pout crossed Li-Mei's face, and he bent to reassure her that once again she would be first, and by that time the big horsemorph was standing in front of him. "Have a seat," he offered, shooing away the Asian human so that there was more room for Leanne on the couch, which protested with a groan. She seemed stoic as always, but as he stood, he sensed the apprehension in her eyes and her scent.

"I'll remind you of the rules," he said, letting fingers drift along her legs. "If for any reason you feel uncomfortable or unwilling, say the word and this will stop." He looked up at her, then. "Second, you must do as I say, no exceptions. Do you understand?"

Leanne nodded, swallowing. "Guess this... can't be more private..." She chuckled, and her scent changed.

The rat allowed a smile to come to his face. "Your classmates forced my hand," he told her, and kissed her gently, knowing that this would be her first. "But as far as I'm concerned, it's just us." Hands stroked over her thighs, slid up her stomach, lifting her shirt as they rose higher to touch on the bottoms of her chest. "Just you and me," Nicodemus whispered against her lips, kissing her, pushing his tongue to her mouth, nails tracing furrows over the short, coarser fur. She was stiff at first, nervous, but really there was no sound. Sure there was the attention of the others, and Nicodemus could feel it on his back but he was used to such.

The teacher pulled from the kiss, and his muzzle immediately dipped to her neck, kissing and sucking at it. Leanne responded, a low groan with her breathing getting heavier. Hands drew circular patterns in her stomach then drifted upward to her chest, nails running over her. They were slightly bigger than his hands, hefty things, and more sensitive than her neck, judging by the sounds. Nicodemus was actually rather surprised at how responsive and vocal she was as she clutched at his back, just holding on for the ride.

Her shirt was soon discarded, sports bra as well, and two large hands held the rat's shoulders tight as he suckled on her nipple. A more desperate groan sounded as his tongue washed over it, and the rat glanced upward. Leanne's face was scrunched up before shifting abruptly to an open, almost beatific expression. She was pushing her chest into him, and he had to control her by her shoulders in order to keep up his attentions. Popping off, he kissed his way down her pudgy stomach, giving her some time to relax slightly, though the anticipation built once again as he pulled her forward, her jeans coming off. Her excitement enticed him, present in her body but lingering between her now-spread legs. He teased himself and her by kissing his way inward, feeling the tension in her body spike.

The smell leaking from between her legs was an almost earthy scent, slightly sweet like a touch of honey, and under that a mare who might be going into heat. With the little contact he'd had with equimorphs had him guessing most of the time, but he'd been right more often than not. Of course, he only noted that possibility in the back of his head... most of his thoughts were carnal as his tongue finally touched her core, and the scent was magnified by the taste of her. It was... intoxicating. Almost as if he was drawn back to a time when he didn't have his experience, when he was pushed into one of those training rooms to get his own sexual education.

The sudden dampening of her and her clenching sex caught him off guard. Had he lost track of time? Nicodemus blinked slowly as he tried to recall how long he'd been down there, looking up at Leanne after a moment. The mare was breathing hard, but slowing. His whiskers were heavy, and as the rat shook them, drops of moisture fell off. Now that he was paying attention, he noticed his face and muzzle were damp in places. How long had he been down there? And why did he lose time? The questions seemed less important in the face of all the heavy scent around, but he pulled his head back with a little pant, licking at his muzzle.

Leanne groaned above him as he sat up, her legs closing and rubbing them together. The big equimorph was still panting, but now she was actively playing with herself, tweaking and tugging on her breasts and nipples. Soon, she stopped, lying heavily back against the couch, a satisfied smile on her face. A sudden cry, however, directed his attention back to the rest of the class.

Rebecca had quickly stuffed her mouth with her fingers again, but she couldn't stop other, more subtle noises. Of course, that was because Monty had taken the lessons and applied them practically. Nicodemus could hear the younger rat slurping, arms wrapped a bit around her legs while she trembled, chest bare and heaving. Of course, theirs was not the only muted pleasure going on; Tess and Ruby were at it again, but this time Ruby was simply enjoying that thick canine tongue, playing with herself, fingers drawing along her body while her breath came and went in short bursts. Li-Mei had taken Evan, pushed him down on the floor, and she was aggressive in her motions. A hand was between his legs even as she ground against one, the two's mouths linked. But their eyes were wandering, and Nicodemus followed that gaze to Clementine's leg, wrapped around Dalila's body, with the Afghan playing and sucking on the brunette's breasts. But then, Dustin was there, pushing his stiff rod at the two ladies, who blinked in surprise at this sudden intrusion into their play. The ladies were nothing if not adventurous, though, as initial hesitant licks started to cover the dogmorph's shaft.

Before they got too far, though, Nicodemus stopped them with a hand on their backs. "Thank you, girls, for reminding me to teach the male side of pleasure as well." Raising his voice, he turned to the others. "Okay, class, gather for a moment. There are obviously more females than males here, but that doesn't mean that pleasing males should go untaught. Dustin, to the couch, please, so that everyone can see."

The Labrador's ears went back slightly, but he sat down on the couch. He didn't protest, either. "Now," the teacher continued, "males are quite like females in that there are different spots on the body that can be hit for maximum pleasure, and one should not be shy in approaching them." Nicodemus stopped suddenly, tilting his head as he looked at the increasingly nervous canomorph. "Dalila, would you be so kind as to assist me?"

The Afghan jumped at that, ears perked. Eventually, she got up, sitting as indicated on the other side of Dustin, whose fear seemed to grow. "Dustin?" Nicodemus asked, and the Labrador flinched. "Are you okay?" Dustin nodded a little too fast. "Then calm down," the rat said, oozing calm, stroking over the lab's chest and beckoning Dalila to do the same. She seemed almost as bad as the Labrador morph, but after a moment of the gentle stroking they both relaxed.

"Do as I do," was the gentle command, and Nicodemus directed the Labrador's muzzle toward his own, sighing through his nose while they kissed. He released him after too long, letting Dalila mimic him. Dustin was relaxing more, a line of tension spiking in the kiss. But then, he directed Dalila to kiss at the canomorph's neck, whispering soft instructions. Dalila was still nervous, bumping her muzzle into Dustin's neck and shoulder, though she started to get the hang of things as they went lower.

Nicodemus kept it easy, watching the female morph enjoy the reaction she got from kissing on his chest, biting on that, hand sliding down to spread Dustin's legs. As she grew bolder, he let her lead a bit, nudging her in a direction or two and she caught on quickly to simply arouse him more by not touching that spike between his legs, though she had to be more aware of it's scent than he was. Eventually, they peeled off the Labrador's shorts while he panted above them, eyes meeting over the thick length. Again, some hesitance from Dalila, so Nicodemus pulled her into a kiss with the cock between their lips, tongue lashing over it. She was soon to follow, and the extra loud moan they drew was music to the teacher's ears.

Teacher guided pupil along the stiff shaft, the two of them keeping it up right as they dipped and rose, tongues caressing in tandem. Gradually, Nicodemus ceded the labor to Dalila, whispering tips that the canomorph took to readily. She was even ambitious enough that her lips sank down to the base, swallowing once or twice before rising off, panting and coughing. By this time, Dustin was so addled that he didn't seem to care when Nicodemus did the same, holding it for longer, pulling back slowly. The rat invited her to try again while he pushed the canomorph's legs upward, slipping between them himself. The Labrador was entirely too preoccupied with the pleasure he was receiving to pay more than scant attention.

Dalila didn't go as deep this time, Nicodemus pushing his muzzle in, flicking his tongue at the remaining shaft, and suddenly Dustin's groan was tighter. "Ease up a little bit," the rat morph whispered, though Dalila ended with a flourish, tongue swirling across the crown of the poor, knotted cock. She went back to licking it like a lollipop, while Nicodemus wet a finger in his muzzle. Anything else would have tipped the slouching male off. But of course, the jig was up when he felt the wet digit stroke at his back door.

To stifle the inevitable confusion, Nicodemus pushed the afghan down, and she had taken to the motion like a duck to water. Dustin only managed to get out a "What...?" before the finger went deeper, Nicodemus's tongue lapping over the now stretched ring. The instructor went deeper over Dustin's protest until he found what he was looking for, which also subsumed the sputters into a mangled noise. It took only a few minutes of rubbing and light thrusting until Nicodemus scented the Labrador's peak, unloading into Dalila's surprised muzzle.

She pulled off with a cough, another streak on her cheek as the spasming dick bubbled its last. Nicodemus hid a grin, drawing the finger out. He continued, however, his tonguing until he felt the dog push back twice, just to be sure. "Sorry," he said as he came up, licking his lips. "I probably should have warned you about that."

"It's... it's alright," Dalila said, drawing a bit of the seed that had gone astray to her muzzle. Her ears couldn't settle, twitching between a few positions as she milled with the rest of the students. Tess, Nicodemus saw, swiped up some of the fallen seed and licked it off her fingers while wearing a mischievous look.

"Now then," Nicodemus went on, taking a seat on the couch. He pointed to the human boy, beckoning him up. Eventually, Evan did, looking extremely nervous. The rat patted his lap, with a gentle command of "Sit here."

The anxiety came off him in waves as he moved to obey, the redhead shifting backward until he encountered the iron-hard rod hidden in the rat's pants. Nicodemus had his paws on Evan's hips before he could squirm away, holding him tightly in place. "I'm not going to hurt you," the morph said. "Do you trust me?"

Immediately a nod, followed by a "Yeah. It's just..." He trailed off, eyes flicking toward the rest of the students.

Nicodemus tugged the student against him, grinding against his rump. "Well, if you wanted privacy, then you shouldn't have come to this." Lower, he went on. "If you wanted privacy, then you shouldn't push for this class to happen... and now you must deal with the consequences, and trust me." A hand burrowed quickly into Evan's pants finding him stiff already, and the ratmorph grinned. "If you truly wanted privacy, you wouldn't be so hard, now would you?"

Evan gasped when Nicodemus brought him out, squeezing on his turgid rod. The embarrassment came off in waves, and was quickly soaked up, Nicodemus brushing his muzzle against the human's ear. When he finally looked down, he guessed that poor Evan was feeling a bit inadequate, having seen his own and Dustin's member before him. He blinked, and suddenly Evan was pressing himself back, his scent spiking, the human leaking into his hand. The other was buried under Evan's shirt, playing with a nipple. Had he said anything? Did he lose time again?

By this time, a part of Nicodemus was worried. He'd lost time, twice. Seconds, but it was enough to know that he should probably vent more of his own sexual frustration. In a way, he found himself doing that already, pressing his own very stiff rod against Evan's backside which, when he did it again, was what caused such a reaction. This time, he kept himself talking, kept the class engaged as he lectured on hand job techniques, what to do when your hand got tired, and how to stave off orgasm for your partner while continuing to pleasure him. When he finally did let Even blow, he almost went catatonic, a surprising amount of seed coaxed from his pent up sac. Not only that, the poor boy seemed to want to fit Nicodemus inside him as well, to the point where the rat's sweat pants had a slight spot of wetness from pre. However, he sent the student off when he could finally get his feet under him, clutching his pants upward.

Finally, there was only one student left who hadn't been on the receiving end of the teacher's affections. Jerking his head, Nicodemus called up Monty, who got up and went to the couch, sitting where indicated. From him, the older ratmorph caught a variety of emotions: anxiety mixed with anticipation, along with a dash of lust and curiosity. The two rats took a measure of each other before Nicodemus bent over, tugging down Monty's pants. The younger was hard already, and he swallowed, breath catching just a touch as Nicodemus took hold of that stiff rod.

"Alright, class. You may have shown me give a blow job to Dustin, but this time I want you to pay extra attention. I'm going to be teaching you a few things. Your mileage may vary, however, so it's always important to listen to your partner's clues as well as outright ask them what they want." Then he grinned, licking the underside of the turgid shaft. "But don't be afraid to mix it up." With that, the instructor took the student into his mouth.

Nicodemus plied his skill on the rat's length, occasionally glancing upward to gauge the reaction. The former lab rat covered every inch of Monty's member with his tongue at one point or another, abandoning that every so often for a bout of long, slow sucking. He noted with a bit of selfish pride at working Monty enough to taste his salty pre, teasing and tugging at the flesh with his lips, pulling off to kiss, lick, and nibble, and back again and generally playing with the hard cock. In a way, it was a treat to have another male at his disposal like this. Pleasure was universal, and to see Monty's eyes tightly shut, teeth clenched when not wide open, piebald chest rising and falling with his every breath had Nicodemus ready to pop out of his own sweat pants. So, he was greatly surprised when he felt hands tugging them down quickly, a mouth surrounding the teacher's own shaft as Monty was pushed right toward the edge. However, the surprise lasted only as long as it took for the unfiltered scent of heating canomorph to reach his nose.

A quick glance downward had confirmed it was Tess. She did seem to be taking the lesson quite well, as Nicodemus gasped a few times, the scent of her and the inexperienced technique she was using was enough to draw a slight tremor. Of course, when he put his hand on her head to push her off, she tried something else, her muzzle twisting and drawing new sensations and muffled moans. With a small grunt, the rat focused and tuned out the distraction of her slurping, concentrating instead on getting Monty off... an event rapidly approaching if he read the signs right. The theory was soon proven when the younger rat's shaft jumped, releasing its spend into his mouth.

Nicodemus only let the first hit the roof of his mouth before his hand came up, stroking out the remainder of Monty's seed. Tess remained insistent, another twist almost drawing a grunt. With his hand wet from the spent rat's cooling seed, Nicodemus gripped the dobiegirl's head, pulling her off of him and pushing his fingers into her mouth. "This is what semen tastes like, more or less," he said to her in a calm, even voice. "That is what you will get when you apply your mouth to a male, if you or he intends for you to finish there." Tess, startled, jerked backward, though she had slurped most of the stuff into her mouth, involuntarily swallowing. The older rat looked at her as her ears flicked to and fro, trying to decide if she had liked it or not. Eventually, the flattened, and she licked her lips. "Explain to the class," he told her. "Tell them what it's like."

"It's..." Again a tongue passed over her lips, as if looking for that little bit left. "It's kinda salty. I don't know if that's bad or good, but... yeah. But it's not bad. A little sweet, too." Tess sat back, a hand slipping between her legs, looking directly at Nicodemus. "I liked it."

"Not everybody does," Nicodemus said as he got up. He saw that Monty had been openly staring at the dobiemorph while she squirmed. The heat was starting to get to her, again. "It's very often an acquired taste for some, and even then everybody has their own flavor. I'm sure some of you have even discovered this for yourselves, going by what I saw as I came in not too long ago." As he looked along the class, he saw that there were still some embarrassed glances, but not nearly as much as before. Just then, there was a beeping noise. The teacher reached into his pants, pulling out the buzzing and ringing cell phone. "A moment, class," he said as he took the call. "Hello?"

"Yeah, you Nicodemus? Your pizzas're here, and I'm right outside your place."

"Oh, fantastic. I'll be right down to pick them up. See you in a little bit." Nicodemus turned to the rest as he smiled. "Well, I hope you are all hungry, because the pizzas are here. I'll go and get them, and be right back." He tugged up his pants and walked toward the door, stopping. "And try not to molest one another while I'm gone, please?" he said, staring at Tess specifically as he left.

Tess was beginning to be a real problem, but there was precious little that he could do about it except deal with it directly. He would need some help, though; as much stamina as he has through a blend of genetics and training, Tess's first heat would require his full attention or more than one rat. Unbidden, the idea came to his mind of rutting Tess from behind while Dustin or another one of the male students took her mouth, but even then...

"Yo, you Nicodemus?" asked the delivery morph, waiting patiently outside the rat's apartment. Nodding, he let the relatively diminutive, cream-colored equimorph enter, closing the door behind them. It was cold outside, and it would do no good for her to stand there while he fetched his wallet from the other room. As he paid her, however, he noticed the horse give him a few looks, and when she gave him the receipt there was a number that was not the one to the pizza place. "Call me," she said with a shy smile, letting the door click shut after him.

Blinking, Nicodemus looked from the door to receipt when it finally hit him. Even to him, he was very musky, which was to be expected, not to mention that he was shirtless.. What he didn't know was why it had taken him this long to realize all that. How distracted was he? Shaking his head, he put it out of his mind and walked back to the common room with the pizzas in hand.

What made him pause at the door was the little giggle he heard on the other side of it. It was joined by another, but both subsided with a few thwaps of what the ratmorph guessed was a couch cushion or pillow. "Oh, hey, ew! That pillow's still wet!" somebody complained.

"With what?" asked another voice he thought was Clementine.

"Does it matter?" yet another voice shot back, though he knew this one to be Dustin.

"I still don't understand what you're so upset about," said still another, though definitely female. "I did it, too, if you remember."

"Yeah, but that's not the point!" continued a vehement Dustin. "The point is... the point is..."

"The point is that you liked it?" came the soft suggestion in the ensuing silence.

There was a delay, and then a fresh burst of laughter from the students before there were mild whumps of the Labrador attempting to shut the others up via pillow. Smirking, Nicodemus chose this moment to open the door. "Pizza anyone?"

He saw Dustin smacking Evan with the pillow, who was one of the people laughing as he was pummeled, raising his arms to try and block off the worse of the attacks. Everybody else was loosely grouped, some on the couches, others on the floor. There wasn't much in the way of chairs, but there was a free table, so the teacher settled the boxes there while the students came up to find which pizza was which and take a bite. "Seems like I forgot to get plates. Or napkins, for that matter. Is that going to be a..."

It very clearly wasn't an issue, what with everybody milling about and grabbing slices, making various eating noises. When all the students had grabbed one piece, Nicodemus took one for his own, sitting down among them as they ate. The pizza was delicious, a sentiment echoed by all as some moved to seconds. Some of the more meat-heavy slices did prove to be a bit oily, but Nicodemus observed them licking their own hands. At least, initially.

He didn't know if it began with those two, but one time he looked up and saw Dalila sucking on Clementine's fingers. Clem had flushed, but both giggled as the finger popped out of the afghan's muzzle. Smiling, Nicodemus got up and selected a slice of supreme this time, taking a bite. Another slurping noise caught his attention, spying Dustin lapping over Ruby's fingers. By now, the little motion had spread, most of the students using tongue and mouth to clean greasy fingers. There was a lot of giggling among them, even a few words of playful banter. Nicodemus was finishing his slice when his hand was taken. He looked over to find Tess pulling the finger into her mouth, her head slightly lowered but her eyes only for him.

"Tess?" he asked softly, but she said nothing, bathing him in her muzzle. Teeth pressed just below the second joint, and then her tongue came into play. It swirled around his finger, writhing on the bottom before she slowly drew the finger back... and then pushed her muzzle down again. "Tess," the ratmorph said, his tone more admonishing as he pulled his hand back. He didn't get far before the dobiegirl reasserted her grip on him, this time two fingers disappearing between her lips. "Tess," he began, about to add to the warning when something caught his eye.

Dustin was shivering, his eyes almost completely shut, while Ruby held him in her grip. She had a smirk hovering around her mocha lips as she put herself into that not-so-innocent suckle, slurping while her lips crossed over the Labrador's fingers. Nicodemus wasn't sure what to say, baffled at how things had careened out of control when he felt his fingers moved from Tess's unchastised mouth. He turned toward her, sputtering, as she straddled his arm, those very same digits touching around an even warmer place, her lips less than an inch away from his. "Please," she whispered. "More." As she kissed him, her heat-scent roared into his nostrils.

* - *

Nicodemus knew that something was off when the light came in from the shuttered window, making him groan. His hand was lodged under something, but it only took a jerk before he freed himself, blocking the morning rays. It only provided a moment's respite as already his body was gearing up for the day ahead. The ratmorph only found out the extent to which things had gone last night was when he sat up. Tess was next to him, her body calm in repose, and Li-Mei on the other side. Ruby was across his legs, and as far as he could tell all the students had slept here last night in one big pile.

Not a single person, him included, was wearing a single strip of clothing.