Life Drawing
Brandon knocked on the door of the classroom nervously, the nineteen year old fossa feeling a bit out of place here in the arts building. But he needed the money, and it couldn't be too bad - right?
The door opened, and a rabbit with a vaguely bemused look and grey headfur, looked him over. "Ah, yes. Here for the life drawing class?"
Brandon nodded to the professor. "Er.. yes."
"Good, good," the rabbit replied, stepping aside and ushering him in. "We're just about ready to start, so if you'll just undress, you can start modelling for us."
Looking around the room, Brandon saw a number of the art students already at their easels, or sitting with sketchpads. He blushed, seeing a fluffy grey and white husky girl watching him with a contemplative gaze. A lioness next to her, evidently a friend, nudged her and whispered something, and her gaze dropped from the fossa.
The professor was waiting impatiently, one foot tapping the floor, and Brandon brought himself back to the present. It was a simple thing, after all - he showed up, posed for the art class, and got enough money to eat for a week.
He pulled off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. He was lithe, like most fossa, with a long body that curved flexibly as he moved and a cat-like tail the length of his body again. He put his shirt on the table, pausing again to glance around the room and the assorted eyes on him before undoing his jeans and sliding them downwards.
Brandon's legs were as muscular as the rest of him, but that wasn't why half the girls in the room gasped, and half the boys sighed in envy. The reason for that was his fuzzy sheath, hanging loosely from his body at a bit over twelve inches long and a good two across with his sac hanging below.
His blush hidden under the rich chocolate brown of his pelt, Brandon's round ears lay back against his head in embarassment. He stepped out of one leg of his pants, then the other, his flexible spine making a sleek curve.
Fully exposed, Brandon resisted the urge to hide his sheath with his paws - not that it'd do much good - as he padded to the center of the room, all eyes on him.
The professor cleared his throat. "Ahem. Here we have an example of a fossa. He is male -" half the class erupted in laughter, and the professor cleared his throat with a harrumph as Brandon closed his eyes for moment, hoping the entire session wouldn't be like this.
"Ahem. Male, as you can see. Observe the sleekness of the body." Brandon certainly felt observed, some of the students beginning to sketch as he stood there. The husky he'd noticed before was right in front of him, he realized, and his gaze locked with her blue-eyed one for a moment before she looked away, leaning back to her friend to murmur something he couldn't catch.
"As you will note, there is significant similarity to both the feline and lutrine form, despite the lack of relation," the professor continued in a drone. Most of the students were sketching now, as the professor continued to drone on.
Brandon amused himself by looking at the various students - the lioness had a nice rack, and that otter over there had the sort of tousled hair it must take hours to style. He was starting to actually enjoy himself when he realized he was, perhaps, enjoying himself a little too much; his cock was starting to stir inside his sheath.
His thoughts of cold showers were of no avail, especially when the husky in front of him shifted to a cross-legged position that let him see up her skirt. He almost imagined he could see her panties, in the shadows between her legs.
A giggle from off to one side heralded the tip of his cock poking out from his sheath. Brandon looked down, blushing, but there wasn't terribly much he could do - in fact, as one student nudged the next and the news spread around the room, he found himself growing more aroused, his shaft poking outwards as his sheath slipped back.
The tip of his cock was a bell shape, studded lightly with back-pointing barbs. Brandon started to move a paw over it, wanting to hide it, but that only made it worse. He shivered at the sensation, his barbs twitching as more of his shaft slid out from his sheath, a sleek taper studded with more barbs and two slight flanges to either side where a knot would form.
All the students were looking at him now, some of them not even bothering to continue drawing as they gazed at his strange anatomy. Of course, some were sketching furiously, as if to make up for their classmates' lack.
Making the best of it, Brandon started posing, hand moving to his hip and letting his cock jut up proudly as it emerged from his sheath. The looks he got varied from envy to outright lust, and more than a few of the art students were blushing at their model.
The sheath slid back more easily, now, over the sleek flesh that made up the larger portion of his shaft - all those barbs and that knot were just the first six inches or so, and behind them was an entire foot of thick but otherwise unadorned flesh.
Standing like that, the rest of the life drawing session passed fairly uneventfully, just the soft sounds of pencils and brushes and the rustling of paper as a roomful of students captured his likeness - complete with impressively erect shaft - in a variety of media, while the professor circulated and critiqued their work, and perhaps the model; Brandon couldn't quite hear what the rabbit said, though he strained his ears to listen.
The professor padded into the center of the room again, standing beside Brandon and giving a nod to his students. "That'll be all for today," he said, and then turned to the fossa as the students began packing up and chatting amongst each other as they did. "Come over to my desk, hmm?"
The rabbit turned briskly towards his desk, and Brandon started to follow - and then he noticed he was still being watched, and blushed, altering his steps to first scoop up his clothing. The professor tapped an envelope on the edge of his desk as Brandon approached, impatience mixed with amusement in his gaze.
"Hrmph. Here you are, then," he said, handing over the envelope. Brandon could feel the shape of bills inside as he took it.
"Er.. thanks," the fossa said, after a moment juggling his things awkwardly. The professor had already turned away, back to neaten up a row of paintbrush jars nearby, and Brandon didn't bother trying to get his attention again.
The last of the students were filing out - some of them casting long backward glances - as Brandon tugged on his jeans awkwardly, still erect. He winced as he fastened them up, his thick shaft straining against the material, and pulled his shirt on over to conceal the nearly six inches of his tip that pushed up past his jeans no matter what he did when he was fully aroused like this.
He squirmed a bit, tugging the pants down just a little so the waistband didn't press so much against the knot partway along his length, and sighed. Promising himself he'd take care of his arousal just as soon as he got back to his dorm, he shoved the envelope of money into his pocket and sidled out into the hall.
Starting off for home at an easy pace - any faster, and he'd be rubbing himself raw - Brandon only got a few steps down the hall before he heard footsteps behind him, pattering quickly closer.
He continued forward a moment, then paused, twisting his upper body in place to look back. Behind him was a husky girl with grey and white fur, just a few inches shorter than him. She slowed her steps as he stopped - apparently, he was the reason for the rush.
Brandon hesitated a moment, not sure what to say, and in that time she caught up with him and took the initiative instead.
"Hi! I'm Laura..."
Brandon nodded slowly, trying to think if he knew her from somewhere - one of the new student mixers? Some party or other? He didn't think so, though something seemed kind of familiar about her.
Laura continued breathlessly, "I saw you in life drawing, just now -"
The fossa blushed, hidden under his brown fur, and nodded. Now he remembered - she'd been sitting right in front of him, and he'd spent no little time gazing at her form, the rounded curves softened further by the thick fluff of her pelt. Of course, she'd had a much better view of him...
"- and I thought you were really cute," the husky went on, smiling and wagging her tail.
"Oh," Brandon began, somewhat stupidly. "Thanks. I mean... you're pretty cute too." He kicked himself mentally at his awkwardness, but Laura just giggled.
"I thought maybe I could... get to know you better," she added, taking a half-step forward and reaching forward with one paw, trailing her fingertips along his belly.
Brandon gasped involuntarily as those fingers instead found the shaft beneath his shirt, the fabric catching against his barbs. Laura blushed as she figured out what that texture - and that response - meant, but she let her fingers linger instead of pulling them away.
The fossa squirmed, unable to stop himself from grinding forward against those fingers a little - even if it did make the waistband of his jeans uncomfortably tighter around his length.
Laura giggled softly again. "Y'know... I bet most of these classrooms are empty this time of day..." she noted slyly, and drew her fingers away slowly as she turned to one of the doors lining the halls and peeked inside before pushing it open fully. Pausing in the doorway, she glanced back with a grin, her tail wagging back and forth over her round rump. "C'mon!"
Brandon followed after a moment, just long enough for the door to swing partway shut again. The classroom was dim inside, set up with rows of worktables and chairs facing the podium in the front. It took him a moment to locate Laura, and when he did he moaned under his breath.
The husky was sitting on the edge of a table, her blouse pulled off and tossed beside her. She gave him a mischevious grin, her tail thumping softly and her legs swinging as she reached behind her to work the clasp on her bra.
He quickly padded over to join her, reaching down to unfasten his jeans and breathe a sigh of relief as the constriction along his shaft eased. Leaning in against her, Brandon pressed his lips up towards Laura's, kissing her warmly as his pants slowly slid downwards and his cock twitched eagerly in its newfound freedom.
Laura kissed him back warmly, her lips pressing to his as her bra came free and she shrugged out of it, letting it fall down between them gradually. Brandon's pants were around his knees, now, and his shaft was making a wet spot in the front of his shirt.
The fossa slowly pulled his lips back, with a soft moan, and stroked his fingers down along her chest, starting near the shoulders and tracing along the outer curve of her breasts, cupping the warm swells - just a little too large to fit entirely in his paws - and lifting them a little before leaning down to kiss, and then lick, at one of the half-hidden nipples.
The husky girl moaned, her head tilting back as Brandon's tongue circled along the warm skin, the nipple growing firm under the attentions. She leaned forward, nuzzling along his rounded ears, and her fingers stroked down along his back, gathering up his shirt in her hands and tugging it up a little.
The fabric pulled along Brandon's shaft as Laura tugged at his shirt, and he shuddered, groaning before latching his lips around the firming nub of her nipple and suckling warmly. She moaned along with him, squirming her rump against the table and tensing her fingers in reaction, pulling his shirt up further.
Brandon suckled eagerly at the warm, pink nipple, his fingers massaging at the warm curves of her breasts, flesh covered in soft, thick fur. As she tugged up his shirt further, he pulled his muzzle back with a pop to let her pull the shirt off over his head.
He shook his head to let the tousled fur fall back into place, and grinned to Laura, stroking his fingers down along her sides, through the soft fur along the border where the grey and white of her patterning met.
Laura let his shirt fall down beside hers, and then her fingers reached down to stroke along his shaft, tracing softly along the rough texture of his barbs near the tip, his large size becoming more real to her as she touched him. His hips gave a little thrust, nudging himself against those warm fingers, and his paws stroked down the fur of her sides until they encountered the cloth of her skirt.
Stroking his fingers along the waistband of Laura's skirt, Brandon leaned up and gave another kiss to her lips, soft and brief, before turning his attention back to her skirt, working at the fastening.
The unfamiliarity of it - not to mention the distraction from her warm stroking along his twitching shaft - made his fingers fumble. After a few moments she laughed, giving the head of his cock a squeeze before releasing it to undo her skirt herself, wriggling out of it slowly as he helped to tug it down.
She had on plain white panties, and he hooked his thumbs into the sides, slowly working them off her round rear and soft-furred thighs, then kneeling down as he drew them down her legs and let them fall to the ground.
Laura stroked along his ears, and Brandon grinned up at her, petting up her leg again and rifling through the fur before gently spreading her legs apart and nudging his muzzle in between them. He gave a kiss to just above her slit, where the fur overlapped from both directions, and she smiled down to him.
Then his fingers wandered down along the curve where leg met torso, tracing along the warmth of her lower lips before gently drawing them apart. He kissed again at the pink warmth of her inner folds, his tongue flickering out to explore the hot curves.
She moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head lean back, and her fingers stroked along the fur of his head as he licked. Brandon smiled, his tongue exploring through her slick folds, tasting her spicy warmth.
His nose nudged against the warm nub of her clit, and she shuddered. Another swirl of his tongue downwards, to stroke against her opening, and then he drifted up, licking circles around her nub and then teasing against it again as he brought a finger up to press at her passage.
Laura shuddered again, moaning as the fossa's tongue whirled and teased against her clit and his finger slipped inside her warm tunnel, slowly burying itself fully and then rubbing back and forth, slow at first and then quickening. Then his second joined it, sliding in beside, and the two rocked in and out while he licked and suckled gently on her clit.
She gasped as her entire body tensed, shuddering in pleased orgasm from Brandon's stimulation, and his lips were grinning as he wrapped them around her clit. As she relaxed again after that squeezing wave, he gently nudged a third finger inside her, stretching her passage gradually.
With three fingers rocking back and forth inside the husky, and his muzzle and flexible tongue teasing and stroking at her clit and inner folds, Brandon coaxed forth another of those clenching shudders of pleasure from Laura. As she panted afterwards, he drew his fingers out from her passage and got to his feet again.
His fingers curled around his shaft, Brandon stepped forward, nudging his tip in against the husky's warm folds, slickened with her juices and his own saliva. She gasped, feeling the smoothness of skin and the roughness of his barbs, and trailed her fingers along the entire massive length as his tip nudged in between her folds at her opening.
A bit of hesitation crossed Laura's face as she considered that size, and then it turned to a moan as Brandon nudged himself inwards. The initial taper let it get started easily enough, but it quickly grew thicker, broader even than the three fingers the fossa had stretched her with.
He thrust inwards slowly, giving her time to adjust to each inch. As he shifted, she could feel the barbs catching against her inner walls, making her gasp and squirm - pushing him deeper inside her as she did.
His knot was already partially hard, aroused from tasting her and feeling her reactions to his muzzle and paw. Laura moaned as she felt it, but her canine passage nudged down against the knot naturally enough. Brandon thrust against her, rocking back and forth with his barbs tugging on the backstroke and making her shudder, and his knot pushing against her opening on the forward, until she barked aloud as it popped inside her.
Laura shuddered, her passage squeezing down hard around Brandon's length - or at least, the first six inches of it - and his rough-barbed knot swelled thicker in response to the hot wetness, the squeezing tightness of the husky's body around it.
Panting, Brandon thrust eagerly into that welcoming warmth, driving himself in deeper. The rest of his length was nearly as thick as the knot, and Laura moaned as she felt it pressing inside her, the tip with its barbs and knot thrusting deeper yet and dribbling his pre inside her.
He curled his paws around her hips, holding her steady as he thrust inwards, working himself up inside her as she shuddered and moaned, her fingers curling into the fur of Brandon's sides as he stretched her, bit by bit, around that massive length.
Laura gasped out again, her body shuddering around him, and Brandon grinned as her passage squeezed down, pushing him out a little. He thrust back inwards eagerly, and then groaned as that triggered another wave of pleasure in the husky girl, making the fossa drive all the harder to bury himself as her shudders pushed him outwards - though his knot kept his tip, at least, locked inside securely.
Brandon thrust inwards, growing faster, rougher, as he felt the husky's body squeeze around his tip in spasm after shuddering spasm. Hot pre dribbled copiously inside her, helping to lubricate the way, and the fossa groaned as yet another orgasmic wave from Laura made her passage clench around his length buried inside.
He gave a hard stroke inwards, and then groaned as his cock began to spurt hot seed, with nearly a foot of his thick length buried inside her and another six inches still outside, all pulsing as he filled her with his thick, sticky warmth.
She moaned loudly, feeling his barbs twitching inside her and the knot throbbing as the thick seed pulsed inside her tight passage in waves, and shuddered again before kissing him deeply, panting as her lips pressed firmly to the fossa's.
His hips rocked slowly as he kissed her back, tongues twining as they panted against each other's muzzles and moaned. The pulsing of his shaft gradually slowed, having delivered its full load of seed inside her.
Slowly Brandon broke the kiss, giving a low, pleased groan, and nuzzled at the corner of Laura's mouth softly. He shifted his hips a little, gradually letting the unadorned part his shaft slide out of her passage, though the knot was still too swollen to let him loose entirely.
Laura grinned to him, looking slightly dazed, and reached down to trail her fingers along the thick fossa shaft, half-slicked by her juices. "Wow."
Brandon smiled back, a little awkward now that the heat of the moment was a little faded. "Did... you like it?"
She laughed. "Like it? You're one of the best fucks I've had. Like... ever." With that, she leaned in and kissed him again playfully.
Brandon blushed a little with pleasure, and kissed her back warmly. "Aww. I'm glad," he replied, thinking both of her evident pleasure - and of his decision to do the modeling that had started all this in the first place!
Laura grinned back, and they kissed again. Soon his shaft softened enough for the knot to slip back out - it only took a few minutes, for the fossa, not nearly as long as it would for a canid.
As Brandon was trying to work up the courage to ask her for - something, he wasn't quite sure. Maybe just out for dinner, maybe something else - Laura glanced up at the clock and sighed. "Aww. I've gotta get going for my next class - look me up, kay? We so have to do that again sometime..."
Brandon nodded dumbly as she quickly pulled on her clothes, trying to pull together words but only managing an "Okay..." before she leaned up to kiss him and then bounced out the door, running her fingers through her hair to smooth it and leaving him alone to slowly put his clothes back on and head back towards the dorm with a lingering grin.