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Bill makes friends with a new student named Dax. As they spend plenty of time together, Dax decides that he can trust Bill enough to show him something special. But when Bill takes control, Dax finds himself in a tight and uncomfortable situation.

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Even from a distance, the tiger could tell that this canine was new, still trying to learn his way about the academy. Maneuvering through the groups walking back and forth, he approached the newcomer with an outstretched hand. \n\n“Hey, I’m Bill,” he said, doing his best to sound casual as he stood in front of the academy’s new addition. \n\n“Dax,” the great dane replied. The smile on his face was genuine; the kind of grin that put Bill at ease instantly. So Bill decided to show the new student around, giving him a more detailed explanation than the staff would have, along with some extra tips that only a fellow student would benefit from. Dax shared his schedule and Bill was pleasantly surprised to find he shared a few of them. \n\nSo they began to chat about things. Dax told about how he was new to the city, transferring from his previous school, hearing about Cherryton’s greater opportunities and clubs. Bill could attest to that, revealing that he was a part of the drama club, not being fazed by the canine’s visible surprise. \n\n“It’s not the sunshine and rainbows you think it is,” the tiger playfully warned him. \n\n“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dax said. He didn’t understand yet but would after about a week here. \n\nAnd sure enough, Dax had absorbed a great deal of Cherryton culture. Accustomed to his schedule and the school’s layout, he was navigating with relative ease and had a much greater understanding of how things worked here. That was of course thanks to Bill’s help. The tiger took it upon himself to seek out Dax, sitting next to him during their classes and showing him other places when they had the time. He would also introduce the canine to others, wanting Dax to know more people on the academy grounds. \n\nDax got on very well, having easy conversations with others, even joking around with them. It seemed he no longer needed Bill to hold his hand and guide every facet of his new life. At first Bill was pretty relieved by that, that turned into something new; a feeling that even he wasn’t expecting to come about. \n\nBill had started to become somewhat jealous towards Dax. The canine appeared to have a way with words when talking with others. When they would walk side by side, everyone was more keen on approaching Dax instead of him. In fact many of them would just blatantly ignore the tiger, showing their preference for the new guy over him. Bill was aware that he wasn’t the most suave and could speak without thinking but the treatment honestly hurt. \n\nAt least Dax treated him well as an equal, but that didn’t fully quell the jealousy he was feeling toward his new friend. He reminded himself that Dax was getting all of this attention just because he was the new guy and soon enough he would be treated the same as everyone else. It helped that Dax himself was just as friendly to Bill. The two had become very close thanks to their shared classes, even hanging out in each other’s dorm rooms, the tiger lending a hand in decorating the great dane’s living space, making the atmosphere a reflection of his tastes. \n\nThe interior of Dax’s room was adorned with posters and trinkets of his liking, giving anyone visiting a visualization of his personality. Since they had many of the same classes, Bill had woken up extra early to see Dax, needing some help with the latest lesson they were learning. Bill listened to Dax reciting and explaining the lesson as best he could. It was easier to understand when coming from his friend. They still had some time left after the tutoring session so Dax decided to show something to Bill. \n\n“What is it?” the tiger asked. \n\n“Hold on,” the canine responded as he rummaged through a drawer, still searching for a very special item that he kept hidden in plain sight. “You’re not gonna believe it.” After some more searching the great dane produced a unique looking bracelet. It certainly wasn’t some cheap accessory you would find in a toy aisle. As Dax walked towards him, bringing it closer, Bill could see its intricate patterning and the way it appeared to faintly shine. \n\n“Well it certainly looks fancy,” Bill commented. “But is that all?” \n\n“You wouldn’t believe me, I told you this bracelet is magical,” Dax said with a glint in his eye. \n\n“You’re right,” the tiger responded. “I don’t believe that.” \n\n“It has the power to channel different energies. It can make what you want a reality. Within reason,” Dax explained. Bill still looked skeptical so Dax put on the bracelet and closed his eyes for a moment. Opening his hand, light shined from his paw. Bill watched with widening eyes as the light shaped itself into an object. When the light faded, Bill gasped aloud when he saw a vial of blood being held in Dax’s hand. Daring to inspect it, he leaned in close and took a few sniffs. The familiar energizing scent of rabbit blood. \n\n“How did you-” \n\n“I told you,” Dax interrupted with a grin. “And it's the real deal. Wanna try it out?” \n\n“Hell yeah I do!” Bill exclaimed. Dax chuckled and took the bracelet off, putting it onto Bill’s wrist instead. The moment he was fastened to his wrist, the bracelet pulsed gently, as if almost alive, responding to the presence of its new wearer. \n\n“You might feel a little different,” Dax said, his voice filled with anticipation. “Just let it guide you.”\n\nBill was very much excited to try this out himself. Dax explained how it worked again, telling Bill that he just needed to clearly think about what he wanted and the bracelet would make that happen.” \n\n“Okay...” Bill said as he closed his eyes. He tried but quickly found that it was harder than expected to decide what he wanted. If this bracelet could just conjure a vial full of rabbit blood out of thin air, there was seemingly no limit to what his options were. It was honestly overwhelming for him. \n\nSo he took the second half of Dax’s advice more literally, just letting his mind wander until he could come up with something. In his mind’s eye he saw himself talking with others, just having a usual conversation until Dax showed up. Standing out and taking the attention away from him. It always annoyed him how the canine did that with so much ease, pulling everyone in and stealing his thunder. \n\n‘I wish you were much shorter,’ Bill thought to himself. The great dane’s height was his standout trait; standing much higher than the average great dane had so many looking his way. If he was much shorter maybe they wouldn’t pay him as much notice... \n\nDax’s eyes widened in panic as he felt himself getting smaller. “Bill, what’s happening?! Make it stop!” he cried out. It went further than just him losing a few inches. The great dane was rapidly shrinking as a whole and quickly too. \n\nBill just smiled and watched with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I think I like this,” he said, his teeth showing as he sneered. “You’re not so tall now, are you?” In fact, you’re just the right size now.” \n\nDax let out a yelp as he continued to shrink, until he was small enough for Bill to simply reach down and pick him up, keeping him held by his scruff. Raising him up to eye level, Bill observed him closely with a full smirk on his face. “This is perfect. Hehe. I can make you do whatever I want, right?”\n\nDax cried out from being tossed into the air then caught in the tiger’s hand, the sudden act leaving him trembling. He was completely at the tiger’s mercy. “Please, Bill. Change me back already. This isn’t funny.” \n\nBut Bill just laughed before he glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was nearly time for class. He had to get going or he was going to be late. But he couldn’t leave Dax here all by himself either. After thinking for a moment he got an idea. Lifting Dax up with one hand, the other was used to pull his pants open, revealing the interior of his underwear and his furry crotch. He dangled Dax over it before dropping him in. “I think I’ll keep you in here for a while,” he said, his voice low and sinister. “I’ve been hoping for something to distract me during class.” \n\nIgnoring his protests, Bill gathered his things and went on his way to class, knowing that he would be right on time he rushed his way there. As he did so, Dex was whimpering from being jostled about inside of Bill’s underwear. He was only just processing the events that took place. He had trusted Bill with the magical bracelet because he was his friend. \n\nAs they got all the closer to the lecture room, Dax could feel himself grinding against Bill’s sheath. He never expected this and hadn’t ever considered doing something like that. When Bill would make a sudden movement his face would all but slam into the furry pouch, bringing a wave of humiliation. What made it the worst was knowing that he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he wanted to. \n\nHe could only hope that this would be over soon, and that he would be returned to his normal size before long. But for now he was stuck in this tiny, helpless form, at the mercy of the tiger who did this to him. \n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nBill sauntered into the classroom, his stride confident as he made it just in time. \n\n“Cutting it close, aren’t we?” the professor asked him. \n\n“Sorry. I was looking after Dax. He’s a bit sick so he didn’t come,” Bill explained. Apparently convincing the professor, he took a seat but not his usual one. Instead he purposely found a seat in the far back. He carried himself with an air of nonchalance, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. \n\nAs Bill sat down and remained in place things finally settled for Dax, still stuck on the inner side of Bill’s underwear, pressed up against the other male’s crotch. He didn’t have an interest in other male’s so this position was obviously making him uncomfortable. But he couldn’t leave because of the bracelet’s power. Bill wanted him to stay there so the magic was keeping him stuck in the other male’s underwear. Sitting inside of the underwear, Dax felt things heating up. \n\nBill had rushed his way here, making himself sweat some. From Dax’s perspective it was like being in a sauna that was slowly becoming all the hotter and damper. Not only that but he was subjected to the tiger’s musk that couldn’t be ignored. It seemed that Bill had skipped out on a wash or two, the smell made all the stronger by his small size and strong sense of smell. \n\nAs the lesson started and droned on, Bill’s mind started to wander. He barely paid attention most of the time. This time he got to focus on the sensation of Dax’s tiny body moving against him. It felt pretty good but it would also be better. Then he remembered that he had the means of getting what he wanted. With an almost evil grin he simply wished for Dax to worship his sheath: to rub and even lick it while he was sitting in place. \n\nThe bracelet was working its literal magic, compelling Dax to do Bill’s bidding, making his body move whether he actually wanted it or not. Sitting up and facing the sheath directly, Dax’s nostrils flared and took in the strong scent of sweaty tiger crotch. Made to get even closer, the great dane let out a groan from his muzzle pushing itself right against the sheath. \n\nAfter taking a few sniffs of the furry damp surface, Dax was then made to lick it. He winced from the sharp flavor that struck him right away, forced to make use of his long canine tongue. Covering as much area as he could at one time, the canine felt his body acting against his own desires, tracing over the smooth fur, giving Bill enough pleasure to make him groan softly. \n\nDax could hear it above him. Hoping the big cat was satisfied, Dax attempted to pull himself away but he was kept right where he was, as if those invisible hands wouldn’t let up, keeping him pressed to the other male’s groin. He groaned again in protest while Bill just smiled to himself. He was determined to enjoy this unique experience, not caring about how Dax felt. In fact he was wanting the shrunken student to lick even harder and faster. \n\nResponding to his wish, Dax kept at it with firmer and quicker licks. The more effective strokes did a better job of clearing away the sweat both old and new. In exchange for rooting the perspiration out, the fluid was getting smeared onto Dax’s muzzle. Being made to lick harder and for longer, the taste was all the stronger, kept fresh by the frequency of his smooth, warm lapping. As slowly moved his muzzle about, Dax was leaving the already damp surfaces all the wetter from his soaked in saliva. Having his entire body shoved against the groin, the mixed wetness was soaking into his clothes and fur, making him smell of the tiger’s maleness. \n\nSo far he had been licking around the sheath, having yet to give any attention for the front part or the opening. But the time for that area to get attention had finally come. All over again his nose was wrinkling from the strength of full strength sweat and even the light reek of urine droplets that had been soaked up. The smell and flavor of it would have been enough to make him gag but he couldn’t do that either. Only what Bill wanted from him was allowed. \n\nAs the class went on, Bill was basking in the sensations, while Dax was left to endure the situation quietly. He had to admit that it was pretty strange but also exciting. It was certainly giving him a sense of superiority over the previously taller student. Even if he did let Dax go back to his original size, this experience would be something he could always hold over the canine’s head. \n\nAfter licking all over the front of the sheath, lapping over the opening, Dax had to stop and align his muzzle with the opening directly, having them be one to one. He knew what was coming next and dreaded it, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. And just as he feared, his tongue was extending and worming its way into the sheath’s opening, making it expand around his entering oral muscle. \n\nHis tongue made contact with the sheathed tiger cock, licking all over it without hesitation. Even the inner walls surrounding the length were given oral contact. Both were radiating an even deeper and harsher musk that caused Dax to aggressively shudder. Everything he was smelling before was greatly enhanced in here; the musk of Bill’s cock, sweat, and the drops of urine that would have clung to the tip after Bill went to the bathroom. His small size and strong sense of smell was making the odor even stronger than it should be. And the taste that struck him was the pure bitter bite of slightly aged sweat. \n\nStill compelled to lick by the bracelet’s power, Dax kept licking and giving the tiger pleasure. Of course Bill became more aroused from the smooth wet touching. Letting out another small groan, he felt his cock starting to slide out of his tip and did Dax. He was finally allowed to stop but had to stay near and watch as Bill’s cock was sliding further and further out of the furry opening, taking up more space in the underwear. \n\n“How about you play with that for a while?” Bill asked, knowing that he would get Dax to do just as he wished. \n\nSure enough, Dax’s hands were raising up to grip the erection that tented Bill’s pants, completely unseen by everyone else that was listening to the lecture. Bill was already larger than average but in his current state there was no way the great dane could wrap his small hands around the girth. Nevertheless he still had a task to do. As he started stroking he could hear Bill moaning softly. It didn’t take long for his hands to become wet and slippery, getting themselves coated in the precum leaking and oozing down from his barbed tip. Only able to reach so far, Dax was mostly rubbing just behind the tip. As for the tip itself, Bill had thought it would be best for Dax to use his tongue on that part. \n\nThe tiger felt the pleasure from Dax’s hands gliding back and forth in a timed, even manner. All he had to do was not draw attention to himself. So far he was managing that, even as the hands were twisting and squeezing too. \n\nDax was made into an unwillingly effective stroker. His hands were being coated in more and more precum, its heat and viscosity made him shiver with disgust. Every time he pumped from then on there was a wet sound. Loud for him but quiet for everyone else. For as messy his hands were getting, the great dane’s face was in an even worse position and state. \n\nThick drips of the fluid were dropping right onto his face, soaking into his already sweat-marked fur. Unable to do anything about that, his body kept the pleasure going without pause. From even strokes, to wide twisting motions made with both hands, and sweeping licks across the tip, Bill was given a variety of sensations. The way he acted made it seem as if we were very experienced when it came to servicing other guys... \n\nMore grunts and moans came from Bill, ever slightly increasing in intensity as the stroking was becoming faster and the hands squeezed more. Stroking along his length, reaching further than just a bit past his tip. Precum that was all over Dax’s hands were being resmeared onto his own length, keeping it slick and warm. His licks were applying more pressure as well, giving Dax a full taste of the thick fluid that came fresh from the tiger’s balls. And as this kept going, getting better and better, Bill felt his balls churning all the harder. \n\n“H-hey. Try not to drown or whatever,” Bill whispered in a strained tone. Teeth clenching and fangs dragging across the desk’s surface, Bill fought to keep himself visibly composed as his climax washed over him. His warning hardly had the time to register with the great dane,. \n\nThe next thing Dax knew, he was being doused in ropes of cum that were half the thickness of his own body. He was right in front of the opening, taking every blast of the sticky hot stuff head on. As he groaned and hissed his hands were still pumping at the length, stroking at the flared barbs. His task was to keep things going, to milk out as much cum as he could from the tiger’s cock. But it would be getting all over his face then the rest of his body, painting his nose, lips, and his eyes in layers that were weighing him down like blankets. Above him, Ben was just enjoying his orgasm, not caring that he was blowing such a big load in his own underwear, getting them soaked and sticky with his jizz. Dax on the other hand was feeling disgust as it was seeping through his clothes and fur, touching his skin directly. \n\nBy now the entire top half of the great dane’s body was heavily coated in the thick, hot, and gooey substance. Along with the feeling of it was the strong scent that nearly burned Dax’s nostrils. The heat radiating from the semen had its vapors rising, flooding his nasal passage, being the only thing that he could smell. His face got completely coated by the next spurt, leaving him unable to see either, just feeling as his neck and chest were further weight down... \n\nAnd then he felt his mouth being forced open. Realizing Bill’s intentions, Dax tried his hardest to keep it closed but he was overpowered. His jaws were wedged apart just in time for the next fat shot of cum. And he was given a full taste of it, even feeling it slipping down into his throat. Forced to swallow that, Dax could only whimper as he felt himself being forced to go further and further. \n\nAfter what felt like ages, the cumming finally came to an end, first weakening into thinner and less powerful jets. But by then the damage had been done. The heterosexual canine was given the experience of being covered head to toe in another guy’s ejaculation, even tasting and swallowing it. \n\nAll he could do was pant, feeling the ache in his arms that were finally allowed to let go of the length. He had to use them again to wipe off the cum but there was so much of it. He had to take off his shirt and use that to wipe the mess away, but it only did so much. \n\n“Hehe. You made it through. Man, that was a big one. I was pent up for a bit. So thanks for the help,” Ben said, whispering to his little friend. “But I’m not through with you just yet...”\n\n[center]***[/center]\n\nAfter the classes were over, Bill went straight to the next event with Dax still tucked away in his messy underwear. There was some good news and bad news for the shrunken canine. The good news was that the underwear was taken off when Bill retired to his dorm. But the bad news was that Bill replaced the cum-soaked garment with a jockstrap that he wore when working out, one that had already soaked up the sweat in multiple previous sessions. The thick stink of aged sweat and grime were surrounding him on all sides, made even worse when the tiger actually started to workout and perspire even more. \n\nAs Bill was doing some weight lifting, Dax had to have his face pressed to the tiger’s package. Letting out small groans from being forced to take in the strong musk. He was also being made to rub his hands all over the other male’s sheath and balls, rousing out even more of the sweat. \n\n“Getting pretty damp down there,” Bill said in a teasing tone. “How about you give me some cleaning?” \n\nDoing as he was told via the bracelet’s will, Dax moved his head down lower in order to have his muzzle right against the bigger male’s balls, having his lips and nose shoved right in between the fur-covered orbs. \n\n“Good boy...” Bill said, keeping his voice down so the others working out nearby wouldn’t hear him. This time he was able to grunt and groan freely, disgusting his reactions to Dax’s moving tongue as he strained from the weights pushing his limits. And his voice was always louder than the groans that were Dax were making. \n\nUntil Bill said he could stop, the great dane had to keep going sliding his tongue all over the sack’s width and curvature. It was already sweat from the amount of sweat all over, heating up the jockstrap’s pouch like a steam room. In addition to what was dripping from the fur, he could feel the jock getting re-wetted, its older sweat being brought back to life, bringing its stronger reek with it. \n\nBill kept at it, the minutes passing by, and even after licking that whole time, the scent was just as strong, if not even stronger. Dax had to keep breathing it in, having his nose and lungs filled with the pungent aroma of a tiger in need of a shower and a jock in even more need of a wash. \n\nWhile he was being tormented, Bill was mostly focused on getting his reps in. While lowering and lifting the weights he was also enjoying the feeling of his balls being worshiped by the small tongue. How they were becoming all the wetter and warmer as time ticked away further and further.\n\nHe found himself wanting more; more pleasure and something direct. While still pumping the iron he thought for a bit and got an idea. Dax was surprised when he was suddenly made to stop licking. He was taking off his pants and underwear and climbing his way up to hug himself against the slick, sweaty cock, having his nude body against it. A whine came from him as his entire body started to grind against the larger shaft, using the sweat and bit of cum that still clung to Bill’s cock as lube. \n\nIn this position his nose was filled with the sheer bite of Bill’s cock musk, having it up close and at full force. The sweat was getting rubbed into his pelt, adding to the smells of what came before, including the tiger’s cum. Bill was doing his best to seem nonchalant, resisting the urge to thrust against the other male’s humping. But he did allow himself to growl as he was given greater amounts of pleasure. He felt Dax humping against him faster, his hands clinging tightly while also making small rubs of their own, further aided by his leaking precum. \n\nAs his growls were getting even deeper, Bill was pushing himself even harder to keep others unaware. He could feel himself getting close again. He didn’t let Dax let up in any way, keeping his body moving while he dared to hump against him a bit harder. After a bit more of this, he finally reached his limit; holding back a snarl as his shaft pulsed and let loose multiple loads of his seed, having it all cascade down onto Dax, marking him all over again. And for added measure the canine was made to open his mouth and take a few gulps for the stuff. \n\nSatisfied from cumming again, Bill eventually finished the last rep and called it a day, racking the weights and sitting up, taking notice of how sweaty his entire body was. “Alright, that’s good for now,” Bill said as he stood up and walked towards the locker room. \n\nHis fur matted with sweat, emitting a strong, musky aroma. He knew he needed to shower, not just to clean himself, but to also wash away the tension and stress of the day. \n\nHe walked into the locker room’s shower with his towel and soap, stripping off his sweaty clothes as he went, having no problem showing himself off. But he did make a point to hide Dax until he was in the privacy of a stall. Once he was ready, the cool water cascaded down the tiger’s body, instantly providing him relief. \n\nBill was keeping a firm hold of Dax, the water raining down on them both. It just so happened he forgot to bring a towel. But that wasn’t an issue. Dax had proved himself to be full of uses. He began to lather his body with some soap, enough to clean him but not enough to wash away his natural carnivore scent. Then he began to use Dax to scrub away the dirt and grime. \n\nDax’s tiny body squirmed as Bill rubbed him against his sweaty skin, lifting his arm to clean away the sweat from his underarm. Dax could feel the coarser texture of his underarm fur as his own fur was rubbing away the fresh and dried sweat. It was an uncomfortable position for him; being gripped so tightly and moved about constantly. \n\nHe used Dax to scrub every inch of his body, starting high and moving down lower. After his armpits, Bill had Dax clean away the sweat and cum from his crotch, making sure the canine’s fur was rubbing all over his groin. He had a bit of fun wiping Dax back and forth across his ass, making sure that area was cleaned up as well. The minimal amount of soap had Dax smelling of tiger stink more than anything else, not that Bill cared. \n\nAfter what felt like an eternity, Bill felt like he was clean enough. He used a bit more soap to rinse Dax off before stepping out of the shower. \n\nBill dried them both off and got dressed, leaving Dax to recover from the ordeal while pressed against his groin. At least the scent was much weaker and he wasn’t covered in cum but this wouldn’t be an experience the canine would ever forget. Bill was sure that Dax would be fine in time; he would bounce back and be ready to serve again. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was another day at Cherryton Academy, the campus already buzzing with the chatter of students, their laughter as they spoke. Bill could hear it outside of his window and in the hallways, signifying another morning and the time for him to get out of bed. The orange tiger, known for his brash personality and colorful language, was up and out of his dorm room. And with another day came the usual routine: getting up and dressed, leaving his dorm to get some breakfast, and then attending his classes, the part of the day he liked the least.

But there was something different that day, as he rounded a corner after a class, Bill spotted an unfamiliar figure that stood out amidst the usual faces that he was used to seeing day to day. A tall brown furred great dane, standing out among the others that walked through the halls with an ease that came from experience. Even from a distance, the tiger could tell that this canine was new, still trying to learn his way about the academy. Maneuvering through the groups walking back and forth, he approached the newcomer with an outstretched hand.

“Hey, I’m Bill,” he said, doing his best to sound casual as he stood in front of the academy’s new addition.

“Dax,” the great dane replied. The smile on his face was genuine; the kind of grin that put Bill at ease instantly. So Bill decided to show the new student around, giving him a more detailed explanation than the staff would have, along with some extra tips that only a fellow student would benefit from. Dax shared his schedule and Bill was pleasantly surprised to find he shared a few of them.

So they began to chat about things. Dax told about how he was new to the city, transferring from his previous school, hearing about Cherryton’s greater opportunities and clubs. Bill could attest to that, revealing that he was a part of the drama club, not being fazed by the canine’s visible surprise.

“It’s not the sunshine and rainbows you think it is,” the tiger playfully warned him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dax said. He didn’t understand yet but would after about a week here.

And sure enough, Dax had absorbed a great deal of Cherryton culture. Accustomed to his schedule and the school’s layout, he was navigating with relative ease and had a much greater understanding of how things worked here. That was of course thanks to Bill’s help. The tiger took it upon himself to seek out Dax, sitting next to him during their classes and showing him other places when they had the time. He would also introduce the canine to others, wanting Dax to know more people on the academy grounds.

Dax got on very well, having easy conversations with others, even joking around with them. It seemed he no longer needed Bill to hold his hand and guide every facet of his new life. At first Bill was pretty relieved by that, that turned into something new; a feeling that even he wasn’t expecting to come about.

Bill had started to become somewhat jealous towards Dax. The canine appeared to have a way with words when talking with others. When they would walk side by side, everyone was more keen on approaching Dax instead of him. In fact many of them would just blatantly ignore the tiger, showing their preference for the new guy over him. Bill was aware that he wasn’t the most suave and could speak without thinking but the treatment honestly hurt.

At least Dax treated him well as an equal, but that didn’t fully quell the jealousy he was feeling toward his new friend. He reminded himself that Dax was getting all of this attention just because he was the new guy and soon enough he would be treated the same as everyone else. It helped that Dax himself was just as friendly to Bill. The two had become very close thanks to their shared classes, even hanging out in each other’s dorm rooms, the tiger lending a hand in decorating the great dane’s living space, making the atmosphere a reflection of his tastes.

The interior of Dax’s room was adorned with posters and trinkets of his liking, giving anyone visiting a visualization of his personality. Since they had many of the same classes, Bill had woken up extra early to see Dax, needing some help with the latest lesson they were learning. Bill listened to Dax reciting and explaining the lesson as best he could. It was easier to understand when coming from his friend. They still had some time left after the tutoring session so Dax decided to show something to Bill.

“What is it?” the tiger asked.

“Hold on,” the canine responded as he rummaged through a drawer, still searching for a very special item that he kept hidden in plain sight. “You’re not gonna believe it.” After some more searching the great dane produced a unique looking bracelet. It certainly wasn’t some cheap accessory you would find in a toy aisle. As Dax walked towards him, bringing it closer, Bill could see its intricate patterning and the way it appeared to faintly shine.

“Well it certainly looks fancy,” Bill commented. “But is that all?”

“You wouldn’t believe me, I told you this bracelet is magical,” Dax said with a glint in his eye.

“You’re right,” the tiger responded. “I don’t believe that.”

“It has the power to channel different energies. It can make what you want a reality. Within reason,” Dax explained. Bill still looked skeptical so Dax put on the bracelet and closed his eyes for a moment. Opening his hand, light shined from his paw. Bill watched with widening eyes as the light shaped itself into an object. When the light faded, Bill gasped aloud when he saw a vial of blood being held in Dax’s hand. Daring to inspect it, he leaned in close and took a few sniffs. The familiar energizing scent of rabbit blood.

“How did you-”

“I told you,” Dax interrupted with a grin. “And it's the real deal. Wanna try it out?”

“Hell yeah I do!” Bill exclaimed. Dax chuckled and took the bracelet off, putting it onto Bill’s wrist instead. The moment he was fastened to his wrist, the bracelet pulsed gently, as if almost alive, responding to the presence of its new wearer.

“You might feel a little different,” Dax said, his voice filled with anticipation. “Just let it guide you.”

Bill was very much excited to try this out himself. Dax explained how it worked again, telling Bill that he just needed to clearly think about what he wanted and the bracelet would make that happen.”

“Okay...” Bill said as he closed his eyes. He tried but quickly found that it was harder than expected to decide what he wanted. If this bracelet could just conjure a vial full of rabbit blood out of thin air, there was seemingly no limit to what his options were. It was honestly overwhelming for him.

So he took the second half of Dax’s advice more literally, just letting his mind wander until he could come up with something. In his mind’s eye he saw himself talking with others, just having a usual conversation until Dax showed up. Standing out and taking the attention away from him. It always annoyed him how the canine did that with so much ease, pulling everyone in and stealing his thunder.

‘I wish you were much shorter,’ Bill thought to himself. The great dane’s height was his standout trait; standing much higher than the average great dane had so many looking his way. If he was much shorter maybe they wouldn’t pay him as much notice...

Dax’s eyes widened in panic as he felt himself getting smaller. “Bill, what’s happening?! Make it stop!” he cried out. It went further than just him losing a few inches. The great dane was rapidly shrinking as a whole and quickly too.

Bill just smiled and watched with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I think I like this,” he said, his teeth showing as he sneered. “You’re not so tall now, are you?” In fact, you’re just the right size now.”

Dax let out a yelp as he continued to shrink, until he was small enough for Bill to simply reach down and pick him up, keeping him held by his scruff. Raising him up to eye level, Bill observed him closely with a full smirk on his face. “This is perfect. Hehe. I can make you do whatever I want, right?”

Dax cried out from being tossed into the air then caught in the tiger’s hand, the sudden act leaving him trembling. He was completely at the tiger’s mercy. “Please, Bill. Change me back already. This isn’t funny.”

But Bill just laughed before he glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was nearly time for class. He had to get going or he was going to be late. But he couldn’t leave Dax here all by himself either. After thinking for a moment he got an idea. Lifting Dax up with one hand, the other was used to pull his pants open, revealing the interior of his underwear and his furry crotch. He dangled Dax over it before dropping him in. “I think I’ll keep you in here for a while,” he said, his voice low and sinister. “I’ve been hoping for something to distract me during class.”

Ignoring his protests, Bill gathered his things and went on his way to class, knowing that he would be right on time he rushed his way there. As he did so, Dex was whimpering from being jostled about inside of Bill’s underwear. He was only just processing the events that took place. He had trusted Bill with the magical bracelet because he was his friend.

As they got all the closer to the lecture room, Dax could feel himself grinding against Bill’s sheath. He never expected this and hadn’t ever considered doing something like that. When Bill would make a sudden movement his face would all but slam into the furry pouch, bringing a wave of humiliation. What made it the worst was knowing that he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he wanted to.

He could only hope that this would be over soon, and that he would be returned to his normal size before long. But for now he was stuck in this tiny, helpless form, at the mercy of the tiger who did this to him.

***


Bill sauntered into the classroom, his stride confident as he made it just in time.

“Cutting it close, aren’t we?” the professor asked him.

“Sorry. I was looking after Dax. He’s a bit sick so he didn’t come,” Bill explained. Apparently convincing the professor, he took a seat but not his usual one. Instead he purposely found a seat in the far back. He carried himself with an air of nonchalance, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

As Bill sat down and remained in place things finally settled for Dax, still stuck on the inner side of Bill’s underwear, pressed up against the other male’s crotch. He didn’t have an interest in other male’s so this position was obviously making him uncomfortable. But he couldn’t leave because of the bracelet’s power. Bill wanted him to stay there so the magic was keeping him stuck in the other male’s underwear. Sitting inside of the underwear, Dax felt things heating up.

Bill had rushed his way here, making himself sweat some. From Dax’s perspective it was like being in a sauna that was slowly becoming all the hotter and damper. Not only that but he was subjected to the tiger’s musk that couldn’t be ignored. It seemed that Bill had skipped out on a wash or two, the smell made all the stronger by his small size and strong sense of smell.

As the lesson started and droned on, Bill’s mind started to wander. He barely paid attention most of the time. This time he got to focus on the sensation of Dax’s tiny body moving against him. It felt pretty good but it would also be better. Then he remembered that he had the means of getting what he wanted. With an almost evil grin he simply wished for Dax to worship his sheath: to rub and even lick it while he was sitting in place.

The bracelet was working its literal magic, compelling Dax to do Bill’s bidding, making his body move whether he actually wanted it or not. Sitting up and facing the sheath directly, Dax’s nostrils flared and took in the strong scent of sweaty tiger crotch. Made to get even closer, the great dane let out a groan from his muzzle pushing itself right against the sheath.

After taking a few sniffs of the furry damp surface, Dax was then made to lick it. He winced from the sharp flavor that struck him right away, forced to make use of his long canine tongue. Covering as much area as he could at one time, the canine felt his body acting against his own desires, tracing over the smooth fur, giving Bill enough pleasure to make him groan softly.

Dax could hear it above him. Hoping the big cat was satisfied, Dax attempted to pull himself away but he was kept right where he was, as if those invisible hands wouldn’t let up, keeping him pressed to the other male’s groin. He groaned again in protest while Bill just smiled to himself. He was determined to enjoy this unique experience, not caring about how Dax felt. In fact he was wanting the shrunken student to lick even harder and faster.

Responding to his wish, Dax kept at it with firmer and quicker licks. The more effective strokes did a better job of clearing away the sweat both old and new. In exchange for rooting the perspiration out, the fluid was getting smeared onto Dax’s muzzle. Being made to lick harder and for longer, the taste was all the stronger, kept fresh by the frequency of his smooth, warm lapping. As slowly moved his muzzle about, Dax was leaving the already damp surfaces all the wetter from his soaked in saliva. Having his entire body shoved against the groin, the mixed wetness was soaking into his clothes and fur, making him smell of the tiger’s maleness.

So far he had been licking around the sheath, having yet to give any attention for the front part or the opening. But the time for that area to get attention had finally come. All over again his nose was wrinkling from the strength of full strength sweat and even the light reek of urine droplets that had been soaked up. The smell and flavor of it would have been enough to make him gag but he couldn’t do that either. Only what Bill wanted from him was allowed.

As the class went on, Bill was basking in the sensations, while Dax was left to endure the situation quietly. He had to admit that it was pretty strange but also exciting. It was certainly giving him a sense of superiority over the previously taller student. Even if he did let Dax go back to his original size, this experience would be something he could always hold over the canine’s head.

After licking all over the front of the sheath, lapping over the opening, Dax had to stop and align his muzzle with the opening directly, having them be one to one. He knew what was coming next and dreaded it, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. And just as he feared, his tongue was extending and worming its way into the sheath’s opening, making it expand around his entering oral muscle.

His tongue made contact with the sheathed tiger cock, licking all over it without hesitation. Even the inner walls surrounding the length were given oral contact. Both were radiating an even deeper and harsher musk that caused Dax to aggressively shudder. Everything he was smelling before was greatly enhanced in here; the musk of Bill’s cock, sweat, and the drops of urine that would have clung to the tip after Bill went to the bathroom. His small size and strong sense of smell was making the odor even stronger than it should be. And the taste that struck him was the pure bitter bite of slightly aged sweat.

Still compelled to lick by the bracelet’s power, Dax kept licking and giving the tiger pleasure. Of course Bill became more aroused from the smooth wet touching. Letting out another small groan, he felt his cock starting to slide out of his tip and did Dax. He was finally allowed to stop but had to stay near and watch as Bill’s cock was sliding further and further out of the furry opening, taking up more space in the underwear.

“How about you play with that for a while?” Bill asked, knowing that he would get Dax to do just as he wished.

Sure enough, Dax’s hands were raising up to grip the erection that tented Bill’s pants, completely unseen by everyone else that was listening to the lecture. Bill was already larger than average but in his current state there was no way the great dane could wrap his small hands around the girth. Nevertheless he still had a task to do. As he started stroking he could hear Bill moaning softly. It didn’t take long for his hands to become wet and slippery, getting themselves coated in the precum leaking and oozing down from his barbed tip. Only able to reach so far, Dax was mostly rubbing just behind the tip. As for the tip itself, Bill had thought it would be best for Dax to use his tongue on that part.

The tiger felt the pleasure from Dax’s hands gliding back and forth in a timed, even manner. All he had to do was not draw attention to himself. So far he was managing that, even as the hands were twisting and squeezing too.

Dax was made into an unwillingly effective stroker. His hands were being coated in more and more precum, its heat and viscosity made him shiver with disgust. Every time he pumped from then on there was a wet sound. Loud for him but quiet for everyone else. For as messy his hands were getting, the great dane’s face was in an even worse position and state.

Thick drips of the fluid were dropping right onto his face, soaking into his already sweat-marked fur. Unable to do anything about that, his body kept the pleasure going without pause. From even strokes, to wide twisting motions made with both hands, and sweeping licks across the tip, Bill was given a variety of sensations. The way he acted made it seem as if we were very experienced when it came to servicing other guys...

More grunts and moans came from Bill, ever slightly increasing in intensity as the stroking was becoming faster and the hands squeezed more. Stroking along his length, reaching further than just a bit past his tip. Precum that was all over Dax’s hands were being resmeared onto his own length, keeping it slick and warm. His licks were applying more pressure as well, giving Dax a full taste of the thick fluid that came fresh from the tiger’s balls. And as this kept going, getting better and better, Bill felt his balls churning all the harder.

“H-hey. Try not to drown or whatever,” Bill whispered in a strained tone. Teeth clenching and fangs dragging across the desk’s surface, Bill fought to keep himself visibly composed as his climax washed over him. His warning hardly had the time to register with the great dane,.

The next thing Dax knew, he was being doused in ropes of cum that were half the thickness of his own body. He was right in front of the opening, taking every blast of the sticky hot stuff head on. As he groaned and hissed his hands were still pumping at the length, stroking at the flared barbs. His task was to keep things going, to milk out as much cum as he could from the tiger’s cock. But it would be getting all over his face then the rest of his body, painting his nose, lips, and his eyes in layers that were weighing him down like blankets. Above him, Ben was just enjoying his orgasm, not caring that he was blowing such a big load in his own underwear, getting them soaked and sticky with his jizz. Dax on the other hand was feeling disgust as it was seeping through his clothes and fur, touching his skin directly.

By now the entire top half of the great dane’s body was heavily coated in the thick, hot, and gooey substance. Along with the feeling of it was the strong scent that nearly burned Dax’s nostrils. The heat radiating from the semen had its vapors rising, flooding his nasal passage, being the only thing that he could smell. His face got completely coated by the next spurt, leaving him unable to see either, just feeling as his neck and chest were further weight down...

And then he felt his mouth being forced open. Realizing Bill’s intentions, Dax tried his hardest to keep it closed but he was overpowered. His jaws were wedged apart just in time for the next fat shot of cum. And he was given a full taste of it, even feeling it slipping down into his throat. Forced to swallow that, Dax could only whimper as he felt himself being forced to go further and further.

After what felt like ages, the cumming finally came to an end, first weakening into thinner and less powerful jets. But by then the damage had been done. The heterosexual canine was given the experience of being covered head to toe in another guy’s ejaculation, even tasting and swallowing it.

All he could do was pant, feeling the ache in his arms that were finally allowed to let go of the length. He had to use them again to wipe off the cum but there was so much of it. He had to take off his shirt and use that to wipe the mess away, but it only did so much.

“Hehe. You made it through. Man, that was a big one. I was pent up for a bit. So thanks for the help,” Ben said, whispering to his little friend. “But I’m not through with you just yet...”

***


After the classes were over, Bill went straight to the next event with Dax still tucked away in his messy underwear. There was some good news and bad news for the shrunken canine. The good news was that the underwear was taken off when Bill retired to his dorm. But the bad news was that Bill replaced the cum-soaked garment with a jockstrap that he wore when working out, one that had already soaked up the sweat in multiple previous sessions. The thick stink of aged sweat and grime were surrounding him on all sides, made even worse when the tiger actually started to workout and perspire even more.

As Bill was doing some weight lifting, Dax had to have his face pressed to the tiger’s package. Letting out small groans from being forced to take in the strong musk. He was also being made to rub his hands all over the other male’s sheath and balls, rousing out even more of the sweat.

“Getting pretty damp down there,” Bill said in a teasing tone. “How about you give me some cleaning?”

Doing as he was told via the bracelet’s will, Dax moved his head down lower in order to have his muzzle right against the bigger male’s balls, having his lips and nose shoved right in between the fur-covered orbs.

“Good boy...” Bill said, keeping his voice down so the others working out nearby wouldn’t hear him. This time he was able to grunt and groan freely, disgusting his reactions to Dax’s moving tongue as he strained from the weights pushing his limits. And his voice was always louder than the groans that were Dax were making.

Until Bill said he could stop, the great dane had to keep going sliding his tongue all over the sack’s width and curvature. It was already sweat from the amount of sweat all over, heating up the jockstrap’s pouch like a steam room. In addition to what was dripping from the fur, he could feel the jock getting re-wetted, its older sweat being brought back to life, bringing its stronger reek with it.

Bill kept at it, the minutes passing by, and even after licking that whole time, the scent was just as strong, if not even stronger. Dax had to keep breathing it in, having his nose and lungs filled with the pungent aroma of a tiger in need of a shower and a jock in even more need of a wash.

While he was being tormented, Bill was mostly focused on getting his reps in. While lowering and lifting the weights he was also enjoying the feeling of his balls being worshiped by the small tongue. How they were becoming all the wetter and warmer as time ticked away further and further.

He found himself wanting more; more pleasure and something direct. While still pumping the iron he thought for a bit and got an idea. Dax was surprised when he was suddenly made to stop licking. He was taking off his pants and underwear and climbing his way up to hug himself against the slick, sweaty cock, having his nude body against it. A whine came from him as his entire body started to grind against the larger shaft, using the sweat and bit of cum that still clung to Bill’s cock as lube.

In this position his nose was filled with the sheer bite of Bill’s cock musk, having it up close and at full force. The sweat was getting rubbed into his pelt, adding to the smells of what came before, including the tiger’s cum. Bill was doing his best to seem nonchalant, resisting the urge to thrust against the other male’s humping. But he did allow himself to growl as he was given greater amounts of pleasure. He felt Dax humping against him faster, his hands clinging tightly while also making small rubs of their own, further aided by his leaking precum.

As his growls were getting even deeper, Bill was pushing himself even harder to keep others unaware. He could feel himself getting close again. He didn’t let Dax let up in any way, keeping his body moving while he dared to hump against him a bit harder. After a bit more of this, he finally reached his limit; holding back a snarl as his shaft pulsed and let loose multiple loads of his seed, having it all cascade down onto Dax, marking him all over again. And for added measure the canine was made to open his mouth and take a few gulps for the stuff.

Satisfied from cumming again, Bill eventually finished the last rep and called it a day, racking the weights and sitting up, taking notice of how sweaty his entire body was. “Alright, that’s good for now,” Bill said as he stood up and walked towards the locker room.

His fur matted with sweat, emitting a strong, musky aroma. He knew he needed to shower, not just to clean himself, but to also wash away the tension and stress of the day.

He walked into the locker room’s shower with his towel and soap, stripping off his sweaty clothes as he went, having no problem showing himself off. But he did make a point to hide Dax until he was in the privacy of a stall. Once he was ready, the cool water cascaded down the tiger’s body, instantly providing him relief.

Bill was keeping a firm hold of Dax, the water raining down on them both. It just so happened he forgot to bring a towel. But that wasn’t an issue. Dax had proved himself to be full of uses. He began to lather his body with some soap, enough to clean him but not enough to wash away his natural carnivore scent. Then he began to use Dax to scrub away the dirt and grime.

Dax’s tiny body squirmed as Bill rubbed him against his sweaty skin, lifting his arm to clean away the sweat from his underarm. Dax could feel the coarser texture of his underarm fur as his own fur was rubbing away the fresh and dried sweat. It was an uncomfortable position for him; being gripped so tightly and moved about constantly.

He used Dax to scrub every inch of his body, starting high and moving down lower. After his armpits, Bill had Dax clean away the sweat and cum from his crotch, making sure the canine’s fur was rubbing all over his groin. He had a bit of fun wiping Dax back and forth across his ass, making sure that area was cleaned up as well. The minimal amount of soap had Dax smelling of tiger stink more than anything else, not that Bill cared.

After what felt like an eternity, Bill felt like he was clean enough. He used a bit more soap to rinse Dax off before stepping out of the shower.

Bill dried them both off and got dressed, leaving Dax to recover from the ordeal while pressed against his groin. At least the scent was much weaker and he wasn’t covered in cum but this wouldn’t be an experience the canine would ever forget. Bill was sure that Dax would be fine in time; he would bounce back and be ready to serve again.

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