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Calvin gasped as the paw slid up the back of his thighs, under his short skirt. His panties were already sopping wet in the front from his arousal, and now with this paw sliding beneath the lacy black articles, pressing a finger to his rump, he moaned and pushed back eagerly.

"Look at him! The perfect slut," Kirkpatrick said proudly, watching from his chair in the living room. He lit his cigar and smiled as he watched the white-furred feline react to the other wolf's touch.

"You got yourself a good one here," Frances replied, grinning widely.

Calvin groaned and shuddered. How did it come to this? How did he end up here, half-bent over the lap of a strange wolf while his college professor watched? Why was he in such a ridiculous outfit? But thoughts of how he became what he was soon left his mind as his thin hips pushed back against the larger wolf's paw.

* * *

Earlier that day...

Calvin fidgeted at his desk. It had been several weeks since Professor Kirkpatrick started playing with him. The sessions were intense and spectacular - Calvin could hardly believe his good fortune, to be a regular fuck-toy for such a handsome and masculine wolf like Kirkpatrick.

But for the past week, there had been nothing. Kirkpatrick ignored him in class, ignored him after class, ignored him everywhere. Calvin was at a loss. He wore the shorts, sans underwear; his near-constant erection when he was in the same room as Kirkpatrick could hardly go unnoticed by the teacher.

He tried to talk to Kirkpatrick after class two days prior, but the big wolf simply ignored him as he graded papers after class. Calvin even made sure to do extra well on his homework and quizzes, not wanting to disappoint the professor.

Calvin was at a loss. He couldn't figure out what was going on, but he didn't want it to end - he enjoyed the wolf's roughness and willingness to use him too much.

So here he was again today, Friday, the last day before the weekend. His white-furred fingers tapped on the desk. Before, he wanted class to go slowly so he could ogle the wolf; now, he could only hope the class would end as soon as possible.

There were ten minutes left in class when Kirkpatrick handed out the assignments for the weekend - a simple worksheet with a few short essay questions on some author or another. Calvin took his and put it in his bag as the professor ended class early. He was about ready to leave with the rest of the class, with his bag in front of him as usual, when Kirkpatrick called out to him.

"Calvin, I need to see you about your latest homework," he said, going around behind the desk. "Please wait."

Calvin's heart jumped in his chest. The little white cat's breath grew instantly heavier as he turned and took his seat again.

The professor didn't wait long until the room emptied before speaking again.

"I hope you don't have any plans this weekend," he said, staring at Calvin. His voice had a tinge of command to it and Calvin shuddered a little. "Come with me."

Kirkpatrick put his jacket on, grabbed his satchel, and headed for the door. Confused, Calvin followed, several steps behind.

The big wolf smiled at his colleagues as he walked down the hallways with Calvin following behind, clutching his backpack in front of him. He wished he could get rid of his erection, but it was hard to do - he hadn't masturbated for a week.

Kirkpatrick exited the building and headed for his car, with Calvin still following. He got in, opened up the passenger side, and motioned for Calvin to get in.

The white cat did as Kirkpatrick started the vehicle. After Calvin was in, he started driving.

Calvin opened his muzzle to ask a question, but a quick glance from Kirkpatrick silenced him. The wolf obviously wanted silence.

The ride passed quickly. Kirkpatrick pulled into the driveway of a large, Victorian-era house and hit the garage door opener. He pulled in, parked, turned off the car, and got out. Calvin followed him into the house, down the wood-floored hallway, past the kitchen, and into the living room.

He felt strange being the teacher's house, but he stood silently, waiting for the wolf. The anticipation was making him extremely agitated, which was probably exactly what Kirkpatrick wanted, he thought to himself.

Kirkpatrick sat down in an oversized leather chair and put his feet up on the matching ottoman before looking at Calvin again. For only the second time he spoke.

"Go upstairs to the first bedroom on the left. Get dressed, then come back down. There's a bottle of scotch in the kitchen," he continued, letting his gaze wander away from the cat. "Bring me a glass and the bottle - there's a tray under the sink."

Calvin's head swirled. Was this what he was going to be doing for the weekend? Serving Kirkpatrick like a maid? He couldn't decide whether he liked the idea or not, but knowing Kirkpatrick, he figured there was more to it than serving drinks.

He nodded and left the room, heading for the stairs they'd passed earlier. He found the room - it had a small wooden bed with blue covers, a dresser, and a vanity with a mirror. The room also contained a French maid outfit hanging on a pair of hangers on a hook on the wall. There was a bathroom through one door, and a walk-in closet through another, full of female clothing.

Calvin never really thought about crossdressing, but if Kirkpatrick wanted him to, then he supposed he'd have to. He took the outfit down and admired the fabric - it was high-quality stuff. Not some cheap Halloween costume.

There was a pair of black lace panties included with the outfit, which Calvin had no doubt was intentional.

He took his time putting it on, making sure the bow in the back was tied correctly. The outfit was corset-like in the front, strapping up to the top of his chest, just above his nipples. He was just glad there was no bonnet. The skirt was incredibly short, barely coming down past his bulging panties in the front. It was the kind that, should he bend over, would display just about everything to anyone looking.

Calvin checked himself out in the mirror, making sure it was all correct. He had to admit, he looked sexy - the black and white outfit fit him perfectly and accentuated his slim frame. The puff of fur pushing out the hole over his chest made him look even more feminine.

He headed back downstairs, tail gliding back and forth slowly, and headed into the kitchen. He found the scotch, glasses, and tray, and put it all together before heading back into the living room. Kirkpatrick glanced up from his newspaper as he entered and smiled.

"Good boy," he said, his voice low. "Put it on the table."

Calvin could feel the wolf's eyes on him, coveting his body, and he blushed, self-conscious all the sudden for being in such a ridiculous outfit.

"I'll be having some company over tonight," Kirkpatrick said, grinning now. "They'll be very impressed with you, I think."

"Yes, sir," Calvin said, sensing a reply was warranted.

"Nothing large - just an old friend of mine," Kirkpatrick continued. "I'd told him about you, see, and he was very keen on meeting you. When he arrives, show him in here and get him a drink."

"Yes, sir," Calvin said again. "Is there anything else, in the meantime?"

"No, not at the moment," Kirkpatrick said, returning to his newspaper.

Calvin was confused again. So what was he to do in the meantime? He stood there, awkwardly, as Kirkpatrick sipped his scotch and read the paper. The wolf seemed to realize the cat was still standing there and looked up, raising an eyebrow at the younger male.

"Well?"

"Sir?"

"Shouldn't you go prepare for our guest? I'm sure you must have noticed the cosmetics available in your room," Kirkpatrick said meaningfully.

Calvin gulped and nodded, then turned and left the room, heading back for his. Was the wolf serious? Makeup, too? It was so demeaning... but Calvin found himself enjoying it. Kirkpatrick, he realized, was playing a very long and intricate game with him. Pleasure, denial of pleasure, humiliation, awkwardness... Calvin grinned suddenly. His walk adjusted, swaying a bit more, making the short skirt bounce, as he went back to the bedroom and sat in front of the vanity.

The doorbell rang about half-an-hour later, just as Calvin was finishing. He didn't know much about makeup, so he kept it low-key. Just a bit of lipstick, a light dusting of red blush on his cheeks, and a dash of perfume. He grinned, enjoying himself. Kirkpatrick was unleashing hidden desires inside him, something that went beyond simply getting fucked in the classroom - he felt transformed by his skirt and corset and makeup, somehow not plain-old Calvin anymore, but a desireable and fuckable young thing. He felt powerful in that Kirkpatrick saw him as an object of lust.

He hurried out the door and downstairs to the door. Opening it, he gasped a little. A broad-shouldered wolf stood there, slightly shorter than Kirkpatrick and about the same age. Specks of gray dotted the fur around his head. He wore a black suit with a blue undershirt, and was very handsome.

"Ah! You must be Calvin," the wolf said, stepping inside. "I'm here to see Stanley. Name's Frances. Frances Malley."

Calvin nodded and cleared his throat. "This way, sir," he said, and led Frances to the living room. Kirkpatrick stood up and smiled as Frances entered. They shook, then took their seats.

"What'll you have to drink, Frances?" Kirkpatrick asked.

"Oh, a scotch like you, I suppose, though I hope you've gotten a better bottle than the last time I visited!"

The two wolves laughed, sharing some private joke, as Calvin curtsied and headed to the kitchen. The curtsy felt very natural, he thought, as he smoothed over his skirt, trying to make it cover a bit more in front of the stranger.

He returned with the drinks quickly. Frances nodded as he took one and sipped it, smiling at Calvin.

"You know, Kirkpatrick, you're getting spoiled in your old age," he said. "Having this poor thing doting on you like this is going to make you soft."

"Oh, I don't think so," the wolf replied, grinning. "He seems to quite enjoy it."

"Yes?" Frances turned to Calvin. "So, you enjoy dressing up in these ridiculous outfits and prancing around for us doddering old codgers, eh?"

Calvin blushed and looked down at his feet. "Sir?"

Frances laughed and turned back to Kirkpatrick. "You trained him well," he said, sipping his drink again.

"I do my best, and this one was an eager student," the black wolf replied. "A real natural - and he can't enough. Squeals every time he feels a dick up his backside."

Calvin didn't know if it was physically possible to blush deeper than he already was. He let out a gasp of surprise as Frances slid his paw up his thighs, groping at his ass.

Calvin gasped as the paw slid up the back of his thighs, under his short skirt. His panties were already sopping wet in the front from his arousal, and now with this paw sliding beneath the lacy black articles, pressing a finger to his rump, he moaned and pushed back eagerly.

"Look at him! The perfect slut," Kirkpatrick said proudly, watching from his chair in the living room. He lit his cigar and smiled as he watched the white-furred feline react to the other wolf's touch.

"You got yourself a good one here," Frances replied, grinning widely.

Frances started to talk to Kirkpatrick about an upcoming novel from some famous author. Calvin started to tune out as he felt Frances's finger teasing his tight ass and moaned pitifully. The two wolves ignored him, until the gray wolf pulled his paw back and smacked him on the rump. "Top this off, will you?" he asked, handing his glass to the feline.

"Yes... yes, sir," Calvin said breathily, face flushed. His ears laid back as he retrieved the bottle from the table near Kirkpatrick and headed to the kitchen for more ice. He leaned against the counter and breathed heavily, trying to sort himself out before returning to the living room. It was unreal, the way these two were just... sitting there. As if he was nothing more than a plaything.

He grinned and smoothed out his skirt. His erection throbbed in his panties as he rearranged it, smoothing his dress out on top.

He swayed back into the room, putting his hips into it, knowing Kirkpatrick would appreciate the effort. He handed the glass to Frances and smiled softly. "Will there be anything else, sir?" he asked, a definite suggestiveness to his voice.

Frances raised an eyebrow at Kirkpatrick, who just smirked.

"Not at the moment," Kirkpatrick said. "Leave the bottle and return to your room. I'll ring the bell if we need you for anything else."

Calvin frowned slightly and curtsied before leaving. Damn, all this work, and they weren't even going to fuck him? He sighed as he headed up to the bedroom and double-checked his makeup and smoothed out his fur. He added an extra shot of perfume and, noticing some magazines in a stand next to the vanity, picked one at random and started to read, trying to ignore his still-raging erection. It was hard - the silk panties rubbed against him anytime he moved, reminding him he was still in the sexy, tight-fitting maid outfit.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it must have been at least two hours before the bell rang - it was hanging in the corner above the bed. Calvin hadn't noticed it before, but it must be connected to something in the living room, a relic of bygone days when servants lived in houses like this.

He jumped up and, quickly checking his appearance in the mirror, headed back downstairs.

"Next thing you know we'll be arguing the Oxford comma like first-year freshman!" Frances was saying to Kirkpatrick as Calvin entered. "Ah! The little maid has arrived."

Both wolves stared at him, and now Calvin could feel their desire. He stood still, looking at the floor, and waited for Kirkpatrick. He rubbed his foot against the back of his other leg as he waited, suddenly nervous again. Damn! Why did he keep getting bashful? he thought.

"Come here, boy," Frances said, patting his lap.

Calvin looked over to Kirkpatrick, who nodded approval. Calvin padded over quickly to Frances, who surprised him by pulling him into his lap. The little cat could feel the wolf's erection already and shivered as he felt blunt claws sliding across his thighs.

"You two have fun," Kirkpatrick said, standing up. "I'm off to make an appearance at the faculty dinner. Calvin, you'll do as Frances here tells you, understand?"

Calvin nodded, though the thought of Kirkpatrick leaving him alone with this new wolf was a bit frightening. But he didn't have much time to think about it - before he realized it, Kirkpatrick was out the door. He could hear the car leaving the driveway.

"My, my, my... Stanley really does know how to pick them," Frances said, pressing his muzzle to the back of Calvin's neck. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the bouquet.

Frances's paws continued to stroke and squeeze at Calvin's thin body, teasing his fur, until the cat was breathing hard and moaning with pleasure. The wolf just laughed, pleased with himself. "You are eager," he said, growling appreciatively as he pressed his palm to the cat's crotch, making Calvin whimper.

"Get undressed," the wolf whispered, eyes bright.

Calvin slid from the older male's lap and turned around as he undid the straps in the back of his outfit, loosening it to where he could lower it. He stepped out of the skirt, leaving him in nothing but the pair of tight black panties. He folded his paws in front of him and kept his head low as he heard the wolf draw in a breath quickly.

"Such a fine young man," Frances said finally, smiling. "Now, come over here and show an old wolf what you can do."

Calvin nodded and smiled as he dropped to his knees in front of the wolf. His paws trembled slightly as he undid the wolf's pants and peeled them back, exposing the thick, deep red erection throbbing against a pair of white boxers.

The feline's eyes grew wide as he pulled down the boxers, watching the thick erection flop against the wolf's slightly pudgy belly. He breathed heavily as he looked up at Frances, waiting for the nod of assent to touch it.

"Go on, boy, get going!" Frances said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. He was much different than Kirkpatrick - instead of intense and dominating, he was almost bemused by the whole thing. But Calvin still found himself attracted to the older male, and anyways, if Kirkpatrick wanted him to pleasure this wolf, that was what he would do.

His fingers slowly curled around the base of the wolf's thick shaft before he lowered his muzzle and kissed the head lightly. His light purrs rumbled through his chest as he took his time, kissing his way down and up the wolf's arousal. His fingers couldn't quite reach around the base, but he slowly stroked as best he could.

Frances, for his part, leaned back in his chair and sighed happily as he sipped his drink and watched.

Calvin's muzzle pursed, thin lips stretching a bit as he kissed, then opened his muzzle to slowly draw the wolven length into his mouth. Frances gasped sharply as he felt the rough feline tongue against his cock, rewarding Calvin with a spurt of salty pre-cum.

The white feline shuddered as he pushed his muzzle deeper over the male's erection, until it was filling his muzzle, the fat head pushing against the back of his throat. He squeezed the base of the shaft with one paw and slide the other, against Frances's chest, clutching at the wolf's shirt.

"Mmm... good boy," Frances moaned, pushing his hips up a bit.

Calvin sucked constantly as he moved his head slowly up and down the throbbing shaft, feeling it grow totally hard against his tongue. He kept it slow, wanting to work the wolf up properly. He kissed the head a few more times, tasting the generous dollops of pre-cum that bubbled out the tip as he used both paws to stroke the thick erection.

Frances murmured his approval as he leaned back and stretched his legs out, eyes closing blissfully. "Delightful," he moaned, feeling Calvin push back down, stretching his lips around the fat shaft again.

Calvin started to speed up. He pushed his head down, then pulled back, keeping up the suction and making sure the wolf's head pushed against the back of his throat. He only pulled back halfways, though, keeping most of the wolf's shaft warm and wet at all times. He slid a paw down to cup the wolf's heavy balls, eliciting another delighted moan from the gray male.

Frances opened his eyes and looked down, watching the feline work. He shuddered, watching how Calvin's ass stuck out perfectly, round and smooth. What an ass! The wolf's eyes drifted up the cat's backside, then to his muzzle. He grinned, seeing how eagerly Calvin applied himself.

Frances let Calvin work for another few minutes, but pushed him back before he came, not wanting to end it with only the blowjob.

"Turn around," he said, admiring how the cat obeyed immediately. "Good boy."

The wolf stood up and removed his shirt, then stepped out of his pants. "On your back and lose the panties," he said, and took another sip of his scotch before setting the glass down. He got down on the floor, on top of Calvin, smothering the cat with his chest as his arms hooked under the feline's legs and lifted them up.

His throbbing cock found Calvin's rump and, with practiced ease, the big wolf thrust forward, burying half his slick erection into the smaller male.

Calvin let out a shout of pain, but Frances ignored it as he started to thrust, slow and hard. Calvin bit his lip and arched his back, but he had nowhere to go - the bigger wolf held him down easily, especially with his knees pulled back almost to his chest.

Frances leaned forward, teeth bared and eyes closed as he started to hump forward hard, finally hilting himself in the smaller feline. His gray chest fur mixed with Calvin's snow white fur as the wolf leaned forward even heavier and locked his elbows, forcing Calvin's knees to touch his chest.

There was no noise for the next few minutes, only the heavy, slapping thrust of Frances's shaft and balls as he pumped his cock in and out of Calvin's rump.

Calvin's breath came raggedly as his paws wrapped around Frances's backside, holding on as the big wolf made his whole body rock back and forth against the smooth wood floor. He leaned his head back, but no sound emerged - only the gasps and mewls of a thoroughly-filled feline.

Frances began to speed up and Calvin could tell the wolf was close, not that there was much he could do about it. But he was surprised when the bigger male leaned his muzzle down and kissed him hard, shoving his long tongue into his muzzle. Calvin moaned into the kiss and suckled the tongue, eyes closing with pleasure as he tasted the scotch on the big male's breath.

The wolf thrust hard and quick, each one short and powerful. Frances felt the fat knot bumping against his tailhole and cried into the kiss, body bucking as best it could back against the male needfully. With one more powerful, deep thrust, Frances tied him, stretching his tight ass wide. Calvin screamed into the kiss, but the wolf didn't relent and held the cat down heavily as he continued to push, growling loudly as he kissed harder, hot breath flooding Calvin's muzzle.

A sudden warmth flooded Calvin's ass as Frances came hard. The wolf pulled back, making the knot tug at the cat's ass as thick wolf seed flooded the boy's rump. All Calvin could feel was the fat shaft stuck in his ass and the all he could smell was the wolf's pungent musk and scotch-tinged breath. He grasped futilely at Frances's shoulders, claws coming out and retracting as the wolf finished up.

Finally the wolf quit thrusting and merely held himself inside the feline. Calvin could feel him shudder as Frances broke the kiss and released his legs.

"Good boy," he moaned, laying himself heavily atop Calvin. "Mmm, very good boy."

Calvin sighed, spent, as they lay together on the floor for several minutes. The big wolf just breathed heavily, recuperating, before pulling himself away. His thick knot, still inflated, tugged at Calvin's rump. He carefully pulled, slowly, as Calvin mewled pitifully, gasping for air as the knot finally popped free.

Thick cum drooled from the cat's abused ass as Frances stood, smiling proudly. "Such a sexy little thing," he growled, grinning down at the younger male. "Don't fall asleep - Kirkpatrick will be back in a little while and, knowing him, he'll expect you to be cleaned up."

Calvin nodded, eyes half-closed, as he watched the wolf gather his things.

"I'm sure we'll meet again," Frances said, folding his coat over his arm. "Till next time. Oh, and you aren't to... how did Kirkpatrick put it? Oh, yes. He said, 'If you cum, he'll lend you to O'Bannon for a week.'"

The door clicked shut behind the wolf as Calvin breathed heavily, still lying on the floor, trying to control the spasms in his rump. His cock raged with desire and need, but he knew he couldn't touch himself - Kirkpatrick wouldn't make an idle threat.

He groaned as he pulled himself up and gathered his maid outfit and underwear, then went upstairs and showered. He made sure the water was fairly cold, and when he got out, he dried himself and dressed, finding a dresser drawer full of clean panties, before reapplying his makeup. He went downstairs and cleaned the living room floor with some rags and wood polisher he found in a broom closet in the hallway.

Finished, he stood near the door and waited. When Kirkpatrick arrived, he'd be expecting him, Calvin knew. And he couldn't disappoint his master.