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Bonus Story for June: Straight A Stud(ent)
🕑 Added 2024-10-27 20:37:18 +0000 UTCCollege life had been advertised to Dean through pamphlets as the next stepping stone to a career; elevating his knowledge and education beyond those who choose not to take the path of high education. The border collie found those ads pretentious, but hell, if his passion for drawing and music didn’t work out, he had to have a backup, right?
That wasn’t what really convinced him to enroll, though.
It was his friends who had already gone. Man, the stories they told about how much fun it was to be out of the house and away from your parents. The parties, the gatherings, the wild stories and tales of new experiences, and even the energy rushes and crashes that came with sleepless nights spent studying and downing cans of Red Bull. They never tell you about having to do your own dishes and laundry, though. Oh, the woes of learning how to live on your own.
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“Holy fuck, Alex, how are you still going?” Dean asked his tiger friend as he came to a stop on the college’s main running track, dry heaving, bent over with his hands on his knees, and looking up at Alex as she continued running ahead of him. She came to a stop when she heard the border collie's indirect pleas for a break. After a soft huff through her mouth when she came to a stop, she turned around with her hands on her hips to look at the dog boy who had claimed to have her beat in the stamina department. From how battered he looked, how shaky his legs were, and how drenched he was in sweat, that proved to be untrue.
Alex only had a thin layer of sweat over her stripes, enough to give her a sheen. Her breathing was normal, too, it was almost as if she hadn’t been running at all. She watched Dean as he caught his breath and slowly took steps to close the gap between them. When she was about an arm's length away from him, she stopped and handed him her bottle of water that she had been holding throughout their entire run.
Dean looked at the bright neon green squeeze bottle that the tigress extended out to him for a few seconds before he aggressively snatched it from her and gave himself a full facial of water that lasted a few seconds before he corrected his aim and shot the stream into his mouth. He hadn’t planned to drink the bottle in its entirety, but he couldn’t help himself. His doggy tongue slid out of his mouth and flicked against the stream of water that shot out of the bottle and into his muzzle and splashed about half the water everywhere other than where it was supposed to go. Once the squeeze bottle was empty, he let out a hefty huff, stood up straight, and handed the deflated bottle back to the tigress with a happy smile on his face. With spots of water all over the lenses of his glasses, Alex appeared as a giant orange blur. He removed his glasses, wiped them with his shirt, and put them back on. Once his vision was clear, he saw the annoyed expression on Alex’s face as she took her empty water bottle back.
“Damn it, Dean! I didn’t say you could drink ALL of it.” Alex shook her bottle, barely feeling any water left in it. She rolled her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and watched as the wet and now refreshed dog took in slow and deep breaths with his dumb, stupid, and charming smile spread on his face.
The border collie’s smile didn’t fade when he heard his tigress friend’s words, but it did morph into one of guilt when he realized what he had done. He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, combed his fingers through his blonde hair, and closed his eyes to shield himself from the tigress’s angry stare. “Yeeeeeaaaaaaah, sorry Alex. But it’s not my fault! You made me come running with you!”
The tigress rolled her eyes and clenched the hand that she had around the bottle so tight that it crumpled even more than it already was. Alex closed what little gap was left between them by taking two steps toward him. She was about to scold him for being selfish and taking all the water that she generously offered, but the closer she got to the border collie, the harder it was to stay mad at him. Not only because his guilty smile was cute, but seeing Dean so drenched in sweat, huffing, puffing, and panting for breath gave her more than a few ideas on how she could rehydrate herself. Standing just a few inches from him, her annoyed expression slowly faded as her nose wiggled and danced.
Dean flinched as Alex got closer and closer to him – fearing the worst, he prepared to either get a nudge or a shove for his crimes. But when all he felt was her breath blowing over the tuft of fur around his neck that almost completely hid the collar that he was wearing, he slowly opened his eyes. Fully expecting to see a near-feral Alex all up in his face, metaphorically and literally breathing down his neck, he was surprised when, instead, he saw a tigress breathing in his scent with a sultry smile spread on her face. Her smile was like that of a predator who had just caught herself a delicious prey that was going to spend the next couple of hours playing with before devouring. He was relieved that she wasn’t angry, but he sure as hell wasn’t out of the woods yet. He gulped so loud that if Alex were into ASMR she’d be creaming her running shorts – she was almost there from just the dog boy’s sweat scent alone. The border collie tried his best to keep his cool, but man did he ever find Alex hot, especially in that skimpy sports tank top and dolphin shorts that left oh so little to the imagination. Dean didn’t have to imagine too hard, either, as he’d seen what that top and shorts were hiding more than a few times prior.
Oh, the perks of having a college friend with benefits.
“Sorry, Alex. I’ll go and get it refilled,” Dean felt his heart race – whether it was from the cardio just minutes earlier or how close the tigress was to him with her seductive grin and those big sharp teeth, he did not know. All he knew was that his heart pumped blood through his veins at autobahn speeds to every part of his body that would take it – including the blood thirstiest of them all; his dick.
Alex quickly shook her head at her friend’s oh-so-kind offer to refill her water bottle for her. She brought her face even closer to him and continued sniffing and snorting around his neck to take in the dog boy’s workout musk that was more than likely the entire reason behind her invitation for him to prove to her whether he had more stamina than her or not. She was a little bit of a sniff-a-holic after all.
“Nuh-uh, no need.” The tigress’s words came out of her mouth in between her deep inhales through her nose and huffs through her mouth. It was clear as day that the dog’s scent was revving her engine harder than a redneck trying to compensate for something with his monster truck. Her pussy was almost as wet as the dog she was sniffing – vroom vroom.
“I have a better idea.” Alex brought her face so close to the nape of Dean’s neck that she could taste the salt in the sweat that soaked in his fur. She ran her tongue over her lips and big fangs. The look on her face made the border collie gulp again and he felt his dick twitch in his shorts.
Even though he was already covered in a generous layer of sweat, he started sweating even more. His heart raced faster than an F1 car finishing its final lap. His glasses fogged up from his frantic breathing and he was left blind as the tigress took his hand and led him off the running track. He wanted so badly to take his glasses off, wipe off the fog, and be able to see where he was going; but he couldn't do that with just one hand. He just had to trust that Alex knew where she was going and that she’d help him if he tripped and fell.
After about thirty seconds, Alex let go of Dean’s hand, which allowed him to take his glasses off. He pulled up the hem of his shirt and used it to wipe the fog from his spectacles. With his glasses off, Alex was a blurry smear of orange, brown, black, and white to him. He wasn’t sure what she was doing standing right in front of him until he put his glasses back on. That’s when Alex shoved him against a wall.
“Whoa!” The dog let out a shout, surprised. The shove was firm and aggressive, but not hard enough to hurt him. Hearing the dog’s loud shout, Alex quickly leaned in and kept him pinned against the exposed brick wall that was the back of the running track’s locker room building. Surrounded by bushes and shrubbery, it was as secluded as a place on campus could be – away from prying eyes, perfect for what the tigress had in mind to replenish her thirst. But it wouldn’t work if Dean was as loud as he was being right then and there.
“Shhhhhhh!” the tigress wrapped her hand around his muzzle to silence him. Dean let out a small whine and went wide-eyed at the same time. “We don’t want to get caught, do we?” Alex asked. Her grip on the border collie’s muzzle was ironclad, so he couldn’t reply verbally. He nodded, silenced his whine, and stared at the tigress with his cute puppy dog eyes behind those adorable glasses. Despite being manhandled and roughhoused by the tiger in such a scary manner, his bushy doggy tail wagged around behind him like crazy. He loved it when Alex did whatever it took to get what she wanted. He knew exactly what she wanted – he loved that about her, too.
"Good boy," Alex said with a purr – words that were like Kryptonite to Dean. She slowly released her fingers from around his muzzle and dropped her hand down to his waist, where her other hand joined in and helped pull his pesky shirt off. “Arms up,” she said as she curled her fingers around the bottom of the dog’s sweat-soaked shirt, squeezing some of said sweat out from the red cotton-based fabric. As the border collie raised his arms over his head, the tigress slipped his shirt off to reveal the dog boy’s torso underneath. She wasted no time in getting her hands all over him, running her fingers from his shoulders down to the slight v-shape of his pelvis with a quick pit stop at his pecs to give his cute pink boy nipples a flick. Once her hands reached the border collie’s v-shape, she slid her fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts, bit her lip, and brought her gaze up to look the purple dog directly in the eye. She didn’t say a word but was able to communicate absolutely everything with just the look on her face.
After a few seconds of silence with nothing but the sound of other students running on the track in the distance, Alex averted her eyes from the dog’s to look down at the fingers that she had wedged in between the dog and the elastic waistband of his pants. With a quick lick of her lips, Alex got down on her knees, pulling Dean’s running shorts down his legs with her, and looked up with a happy smile at what had left a six-inch long shadow straight across her face.
Dean watched as the tigress felt him up with half-lidded eyes that grew wider the lower the tigress went. His knees had gone slightly weak ever since she uttered the two words which were one of many weaknesses shared by most canines. When she toyed with his nipples, his knees almost buckled. The tingling sensation not only sent shivers down his spine, but also even more blood pumping to his dick. By the time the tigress was taking off his shorts, he was full chub. His foreskin was still wrapped snugly around the bulbous tip of his dick but slowly started to roll back as it twitched and throbbed above Alex’s face.
“Hhhhhoooh.” All the border collie could do was keep his breathing from getting out of control. He felt the tigress’s warm breath blow over his dick as she looked up at him from below. His dick twitched and throbbed over and over again, the shaft bumped against Alex’s nose and the tip against her forehead. The feeling of the tigress’s short muzzle fur against the sensitive flesh of Dean’s dogbone made him shiver and moan more.
The scent of Dean’s cock was intoxicating; strong, manly, and musky. If it were up to Alex, she’d probably stay underneath the dog boy’s dick for hours. Alas, she had classes to get to later. That, and because she was thirsty and really needed a drink.
Alex gave herself exactly one minute to enjoy Dean’s dick stink. Her nostrils flared, her eyes went slightly half-lidded, and she let out heavy huffs through her mouth with her tongue out just barely touching the dog boy’s shaft. Once the minute was up, the tigress pulled her face out from under Dean’s hog, brought her muzzle right up to his half-exposed tip, and put both her hands on her hips. She slid her fingers underneath the waistband of her running shorts and shimmied her way out of them, all while keeping her snoot lined up with the shiny dick tip in front of her. Her nose continued to take in the dick scent as she undressed to be at the very least equal to how undressed Dean was. Not wanting to pull her face away from dick even for a second, instead of taking her tank top off completely, Alex simply lifted it up and let her sweaty tits fall like massive apples out of an apple tree. She tossed her pussy juice-soaked shorts aside, pushed her muzzle against Dean’s dick, and looked up at him; but he wasn’t looking at her. She rubbed his dick all over her lips and cheek to get his attention.
Feeling his dick smoosh her lips and move them around, Dean looked down at his tiger friend as his sensitive dick tip felt the warm and wet embrace of her lips, the slightly cold touch of her two big fangs, and the fuzzy friction provided by her whiskers and cheek. He looked down at Alex and raised brows as his chest rose and fell with his increasingly frantic breathing.
With the dog’s attention on her and his dick against her muzzle, Alex gave him a wink and opened up her mouth to take the doggy dick inside. Her lips parted bit by bit until her mouth was open wide enough to take in his tip. Her lips wrapped around his dick head snugly and she slowly pushed her head forward to slide the uncut cock into her mouth and down her throat. Her lips pushed the dog’s foreskin further down his mushroom head and allowed his most sensitive bit to feel all the textures of Alex’s mouth, tongue, and throat. The slow and calm nature of Alex’s blowjob only lasted for two breaths in, though, as just as Dean was starting his third breath, the tigress pushed her head forward so fast that he had no time to prepare.
‘Glk! Glk! Glk!’
“Hhhhaaaaaaahhhhnnnn!” Dean moaned as his dick was swallowed whole by Alex. The tigress’s nose pressed down against his white pubic hair and his dick bulged out her throat. She kept her head there for a full 30 seconds, letting the dog’s dick twitch and throb in her throat until she had to pull off of it to take a breath.
‘Scchllllooorrrrrp!’ The purple dog’s dick slipped out from the tigress’s throat like the proboscis of a facehugger from Alien. His white dick was so shiny from the tigress's thick saliva that covered it from the tip down to the base. A thick saliva string remained connecting the tigress’s mouth to Dean’s dick. After she took in a deep breath, she put her lips back on the Dean’s schlong again and sunk her head down all the way to the base. This time, she didn't hold her place and instead pulled her head back and started bobbing back and forth. She slurped and sucked on Dean's hog like her life depended on it; like she needed what was in his balls to survive.
‘Scchlllrrrrp… Schlloooorrp.’ The tigress’s nose bounced against Dean’s soft and fluffy pubic region and Dean’s balls bounced against her chin as she increased the pace of her head. Dehydration was no joke!
Dean, being the horndog that he was, had a weakness (yes, another one) for having his dick sucked. His mother had always warned him about cat girls and how they would ruin his life. Deep down, he knew she was right, but damn did Alex suck his dick like no one else could. Alex was going to be his downfall.
As his dick slid in and out of Alex’s throat and mouth, Dean leaned his head back against the exposed brick wall and grabbed at the tiny gaps between the bricks for some grip. The feeling of Alex’s tongue, the roof of her mouth, and her throat on his dick was intense. Each time Alex took his dick down to the hilt, her throat squeezed around it, which felt heavenly. Her rapid sucking and slurping on his dick were getting him closer and closer to climax. He didn’t want to finish so quickly, but man, he couldn’t compete with a certified throat goat like Alex. His balls churned and his dick bounced up and down like a pirate ship’s plank after the captain’s murder spree. His orbs tucked upward as Alex continued to bob her head back and forth, sucking the dog’s dick oh-so-sloppily.
‘Shcclllooorrrttt… Schhhhhlllrrrruuuup..’
Dean gritted his teeth, started bucking his hips forward, and placed his left hand behind Alex’s head, right under her ponytail. He let out moan after moan and grunt after grunt, until finally, he closed his eyes and pushed his hips forward just enough to get his dick’s head down Alex’s throat. His balls tucked upward and dropped down repeatedly as he reached his climax and his dick’s throbs slowed as his cum traveled up his urethra and shot out from his tip directly down Alex’s throat.
“Hhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!”
‘Spurt, splurt, splort.’
‘Glk… Glk… Glkkk…’
Rope after rope of Dean’s hot, white, and virile seed shot out of Dean’s cock. Alex, being the cum enthusiast that she was, swallowed every single drop that she could. She could have swallowed every drop that those white orbs of Dean’s could produce, but where was the fun in that? After Alex swallowed five of the dog’s delicious ropes, she pulled away from his dick a bit to let his dick head slip out from her throat and onto her tongue. His dick continued to spurt out his thick and creamy seed into her mouth, which she cheekily let fill her cheeks and spill out from her lips, which no longer created a vacuum seal around his meat.
‘Sppllllt… Splllluurrt… Spllllrtfff…’
The taste of cum was something that was either a hit or a miss with people. Like how cilantro tasted like soap to some, male ejaculate tasted like chlorine to some, too. And while Alex could see how it could, she was a fan of how meaty, Earthy, and even fishy it could taste. She enjoyed the taste of spunk a lot – and cilantro, too. Dean's cum almost always had a bit of a sweet aftertaste to it; something Alex called a Finnish Delight.
Finnish Dean was, and finish he did. After 15 ropes of cum that either went down the tigress's throat, filled her mouth or spurted out of it and dripped onto the ground, his balls tucked upward one last time and his dick throbbed as he squeezed the last ooze of his seed out onto the Alex’s tongue. With his balls empty and his mind nearly there too, Dean let out a big huff and spent the next minute catching his breath. His eyes stayed closed until he felt his dick being pulled out from Alex's mouth. He tilted his chin down and slowly opened his eyes to see a puffy-cheeked tiger staring up at him and rubbing his cum and saliva-coated cock against her cheek the very same way that she did earlier to get his attention.
This time, however, with his eyes all on her, all she did was stare at him and swallow really really loud.
‘Glrk.’
Dean felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched Alex swallow the cum that she had collected from his dick. He’d seen her do it before, but every time was like the first; every time he saw her do that, he wanted to ask her to marry him. But post-nut clarity hadn’t hit him yet, he was still riding that post-orgasm high like a knight on a horseback into battle.
After a couple laps over her lips with her tongue, Alex let out a refreshed sigh and got back on her feet. She took a few steps to the side to grab both her and Dean’s shorts, handing his to him while she quickly shimmied her way into hers. Dean, still not in the clearest of headspaces, watched as Alex got dressed like a lost puppy. His eyes were wide, and his brows were high, but his head, hand, and arm movements were slow. He even dropped his shorts when Alex handed them to him.
“Where are you going?” he managed to ask Alex when he noticed that she was dressed up again. He gave her tits one last stare before she covered them back up with her shirt.
“I’ve got Ethics 200 with Professor Gerard, he takes attendance,” Alex rolled her eyes as she responded. When she noticed that Dean dropped his shorts, she bent over to grab them for him and handed them to him again; this time, Dean was able to curl his fingers around them and slowly get himself to put them on. His dick had gone from rock hard to a semi, which his shorts wouldn’t really hide well, but it was better than leaving him without them. She then grabbed his shirt for him, too.
Dean struggled just a tiny bit to get himself decent, his head was still fogged up from the mind-blowing head that he had just received. It was going to be a few more minutes before he’d be of clear mind again. Alex didn’t have a few minutes, her class with Professor Gerard started in less than five.
“You good?”
“Haha… Attendance… You're such a nerd. I bet you're the teacher's pet… Straight-A student, too." The border collie was starting to come back down from his high.
Alex made sure that Dean’s shirt was put on properly and rolled her eyes at his playful jab at her. She nudged him gently on the shoulder, to which he severely exaggerated his reaction.
“Ow!”
“Professor Gerard hates me and every single person in that class. I’d be lucky if I get a B, let alone an A.” Alex chuckled. “Do you not have class?”
Dean shook his head.
Alex smiled wide at his response and started purring. She wiped her muzzle with her forearm before she leaned in and brought her face extremely close to Dean’s. “Well then, meet me at your dorm later? I’ll show you how a Straight-A Student fucks, you Straight-A Stud.” The tigress pressed her lips into the dog’s and kissed him until she only had three minutes until Gerard’s class.
The tigress then broke the kiss, and continued; “Kick out your roommate; unless you want him to join us,” she winked before she took off running and disappeared into the shrubbery; Alex was not going to miss that class.
Dean, who barely had any time to react, was left confused. When it all hit him, once his mind was clear as a window doused in Windex, he considered texting his roommate with some bullshit excuse as to why he needed the dorm to himself, or an invitation for him to get the best head of his life. That poor nerd needed to get laid, too.
Decisions, decisions.
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Art by Buffreyra
Dean by DrakoNSFW
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