[b][u][center]Special Teachings from Special Professors Part 3 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “So, it’s not that one, either?” Vitus asked. As soon as Hazel shook her head, he sighed, stepping out of the ritual circle. He grabbed his pants, pulling them around his ankles, then dragged them up to just under his balls. Rather than cover his cock up again, he allowed the pants to rest there. Past experience told him that he was better off allowing his cock to air out and rest for a bit before trying to stuff it into his pants. Magic seemed to make it all sorts of antsy about any sort of confinement. As he sat down, trying to ignore the still-throbbing dog dick that begged for attention between his legs, he watched Hazel flip through the pages of her book. The green-robed half-elf was already looking for the next possible demon that could be responsible for his cursing, not even letting this latest failure slow her down. He had to admit, he wished that he had her confidence about eventually being free of the curse. The way that things were going, he wasn’t sure that he’d be free of it in a year, let alone the next couple of weeks, and he was getting more worried by the day. The fact that there were exams coming up, exams where magic would be highly monitored and the curse might actually be detected, was always somewhere in his mind. Sometimes up front, sometimes buried in the back, but he could never entirely forget it. He shivered at the idea of some exam proctor looking at him, then glancing down, and outing him as demon-cursed in front of the school. There would be so many people that would be happy to see him go, and so many people that would take it as vindication that someone with sorcerer blood should never have been allowed entrance in the first place. He groaned, rubbing his forehead and hiding his face. “Nnngh. Maybe I should just quit.” “And leave the Arcanamirium, possibly to breed your curse into another? No, I don’t think so,” Hazel muttered. “Put me in a chastity curse or something, then,” he muttered. “Can’t be any worse than waiting for someone to see this fucking thing.” He glared down at the perpetual hard-on between his legs, shaking his head. The bone in the center of his dick – a piece of biology that he had found out about by complete and painful accident – wouldn’t allow him to go completely soft, ever. All that he could hope for was to have it slide further into his sheath and hide itself away. And that wasn’t even the worst of it. Looking at his hands, he could see the starts of claws coming out of his fingers. They weren’t much yet, barely more than a darkening of the nail with a bit more of a point coming from them, but that was enough to leave him a little concerned about his future. His pubic hair had turned into more of a thatch of fur, and he wasn’t sure that there weren’t other transformations that he just hadn’t noticed yet. If that was the case… Well, either the transformation was proceeding apace without his consent, or… [i]Or there’s someone actively cursing me in the Arcanamirium.[/i] Considering the number of bullies in the place, that could be a great deal of suspects, but he knew that messing with demons was something that most people were smart enough not to do. If they did, they risked expulsion if they were ever found out, and that was a punishment most people weren’t willing to risk for a prank. Which meant that it was more likely to be someone secure in their place. But who? That was the biggest problem. He just didn’t know enough, and it irked at him. Trying to take his mind off his annoyance, he glanced back at Hazel, only to catch the half-elf staring at him rather than the book. She looked away almost immediately, but not quick enough for him to miss what she was staring at. His cheeks burned, one hand going down to try and cover his cock as it started to harden again, starting to come back out of his sheath. “Um, is there something, uh, wrong?” he managed to say. “No, no, nothing.” “You’re sure?” “Just…making sure that you’re still coming down after the ritual.” He hoped that was all that was going on. The last thing he needed was for the secondary curse to hit her as well as him. As it was, the growing libido that his new cock cursed him with seemed to be…mostly under control, at least for the moment. It was better than the first time that she’d scanned him for different demonic possession, when he had been on his knees, his hands shackled behind his back and his hips thrusting against the air in a desperate attempt to get some sort of stimulation. That had been humiliating as hell. But even now, when he was mostly in control, he was really having to fight the urge to grab himself and start jerking off. [i]Mmmph. Just want to cum…[/i] He was half-sure that his cock was getting some sort of voice over the last few days, a persistent need that was begging him to just rut, to fuck, to get off in any way in any place that he could find. More than once, he had ended up blowing a load in the bathroom, soaking the toilets with the musk of his seed. He had been half-convinced that the toilets themselves would start to warp under the powerful sexual scent and the magical power that even he could sense coming off it, but it never did. Thankfully. Even now, he was having to clench his hands against the arms of the chair, fighting the urge to tease his dick back out and show it off to the half-elf. Hazel had been very good to him, very helpful, even going so far as to write him out of a number of his classes under the pretense of needing medical treatment. That didn’t deserve that sort of sexism and harassment, no matter how full his balls felt and how needy his dick felt. But the temptation was still there, particularly when she looked away from him, bent over her book the way that she was. The robe didn’t do much to show off her cleavage from here, but the way that it fell over her backside… [i]Throw her over the book holder, thrust the robe up over her hips and go to town. Fuck her, fuck her, rut her, breed her, turn her.[/i] Vitus groaned, holding a hand to his head and almost falling off his chair. The voice got louder, filling his head with words and images, showing him the half-elf in the nude, showing him the completely smooth crotch she probably had, showing him how it would look with his cock, with his [i]knot,[/i] impaling her and teaching her her proper place. [i]Fuck her, breed her, use her, corrupt her. Need a bitch, need a slut, need a whore. Baby-maker. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her.[/i] “Fuck her…fuck her…” “Vitus…Vitus!” SMACK! He jumped, his cheek burning as he went to the floor, panting as he was finally knocked out of that trance. His eyes were wide, the little side-room spun around him, and Hazel finally moved back into his view. She gripped his cheeks, pulling him upright so that they could look into each other’s eyes. “What happened? Are you okay?” “I’m…I’m okay.” He was now, at least. The voice was gone, but the throbbing down below was still just as bad as it had been a moment ago. Worse. His dick was dripping, too, staining the front of his pants, and he looked down shamefully. “Sorry. It was…there was a…” “There was a voice?” she asked. “How did you know?” “You were muttering about fucking me.” “…I guess I haven’t done that before.” “Most people aren’t interested in someone in a frumpy sort of robe,” she said. “Did it say anything besides that?” “It…” He tried to pull the memory back, blushing as his cock throbbed all the harder from all the need that was pumping through it. The fact that she was standing right there, staring at him while he was trying to think of what that other voice had wanted, didn’t help. Breeding her was bad enough. The idea of forcing someone to carry a child was humiliating, and left him with a stab of guilt in his heart. But then… [i]Turn her.[/i] The idea of starting the transformation in someone else…he shivered, shaking his head, looking down at the floor. “There was…there was something else.” “What is it?” “You don’t want to know.” “Yes, I do.” She grabbed him by the chin, making him look up. “What did it say? It might help me narrow down the demon.” “I…” He sighed. “This isn’t me, okay? Just don’t hold this against me.” “I won’t.” “It…” He took another deep breath, hating the way that his dick was still throbbing so hard at the mental image of Hazel turning into a female…thing…like him. “It wants to turn you. To make you…my bitch.” “…” Rather than looking angry or offended, she almost looked embarrassed. She turned away from him quickly, clearing her throat and looking towards her book again. “Well, um, that certainly gives us something more to work with.” “You…you aren’t angry at me?” “It’s not your thoughts, is it?” “Well, no, but –” “Then I shouldn’t be mad at you.” “…” He stared at her, trying not to think about how her hips swayed, or how her body looked like it was just about ready to offer itself to him. She was blushing, yes, but there was nothing to say that he was suddenly invited to take what he wanted from her. Or… Or was there? He tilted his head back, swearing that there was something on the air. Something like what he had smelled with other people before, when he passed by the whorehouses before he was accepted here at the Arcanamirium. Was it… Was it the scent of sex? The scent of need? Or was it just his imagination? Vitus shook his head, trying to keep focused on the moment, but that was rather difficult as Hazel just leaned over the book and kept muttering to herself. He was finally able to get to his feet, pulling his pants up and tucking his sheath to the side. At least it was able to fit there, finally. “Should I…Should I get going?” he asked. “Probably. I have a lot of thinking to do before the next ritual. And you have another tutoring session.” That session. Right. He should probably get back there, or Professor Orlov would have quite a few words for him. She had been one of the few teachers that hadn’t allowed him to be excused, under the reasoning that he was finally starting to get magical theory under her private tutelage, and for all that he knew, she was right. It was hard to remember what happened after he entered her chambers. He barely remembered that he was going there, but he knew that it was important to keep returning. Tonight… Hopefully, he’d eventually remember the lessons. His grades were going up, at least, so something good must be happening. Vitus paused at the doorway from the room, looking over his shoulder. “Thanks, by the way.” “For what?” “For being so…willing.” She looked up, an eyebrow arching, and he blushed. “Not for that!” He shook his head. “I meant, well, helping me. I know you have to be busy, and –” “Vitus?” “Yes?” “Get going.” “Yes, Hazel.” He left the room as quickly as he could, trying not to kick himself on the way out. It was an embarrassing moment, and he hoped that he hadn’t completely humiliated himself in front of her. # The empty classroom of Professor Orlov was as spacious as it always was, and the short human professor was waiting for him on the raised lecture platform, as always. This time, there was a table in the middle of it, and she was sitting on it, waiting for him. Her legs were hidden beneath a longer than usual skirt, keeping everything below the waist hidden, something he appreciated at the moment. She gestured for him to take a seat in front of her. “Vitus.” “Professor.” “How are you feeling?” she asked, one leg crossed over the other. [i]Horny as hell,[/i] was the real answer, but he shrugged, trying not to look down over her legs. His mind was already spreading them, trying to think about what this older woman would look like under him. His cock was already trying to push free of his sheath again, and it was taking everything that he had to keep it in place. [i]I don’t want to start this. I don’t need to turn into a rapist…[/i] The chastity spells that Hazel had tried before had been barely enough to hold back one orgasm, as he’d found out when he jerked off and eventually came in the toilets. If he pushed his luck, he might just end up blowing a load in this teacher, leaving her pregnant with…well, with his dick, he didn’t know if it would be puppies or kids, but he knew that she’d be swelling with one or the other. And worse, it might just turn her, too, turn her into the bitch that he wanted Hazel to be. And that would definitely get him kicked out of school. Professor Orlov was nodding, looking him over. The severity in her eyes was slowly melting away, and he – “Vitus.” He blinked, shaking his head and looking back up at her. His eyes had been drifting down to her chest, and he knew that was a dangerous place to let his gaze rest with any woman. “Yes, Professor?” “Stud boy.” He started to blink, only to gasp in great arousal. His cock throbbed, pushing forward, forward, forward, until – RIIIIIP! It pushed right through his pants, standing out at attention. He panted, his hips already twitching, his body tensing up and heating up to the point where he started to sweat through his clothes. His teeth were clenched so tightly together that his jaws were aching, and he swore that there were sharp points where they had been smooth before. The heat pushed through his body into his head, searing away any thoughts that were trying to form, any questions that were trying to pop up. It turned into a raging fire, a burning heat that scoured his brain. “That’s a good little ‘stud boy.’” The phrase burned him hotter, leaving him panting, his tongue starting to hang from his mouth like a dog, his hips twitching still. He shot a string of pre over her legs, staining one of her black socks, and she just chuckled. “Such a virile boy, too. So eager to serve. So eager to give your mistress what she wants.” “Mmmph…nnngh…” “I always thought that you would be a loyal one. So loyal to your dick, at the very least. And soon, so loyal to me…and my lord…” She slid off the table, falling onto his lap. The skirt she wore slid around his waist, and he realized that she wasn’t wearing anything under it. Her arms rested on his shoulders, supporting her and letting her rub against him in a way that he wasn’t prepared for, her pussy wet against his dog dick, grinding down on it and threatening to take it inside of her without any protection. He didn’t know what it meant. He just knew that he had no choice but to serve. He was a stud boy. He was a stud pup. He was a dog that was there for her pleasure and her pleasure only. The older woman lifted herself up, grinding the lips of her pussy against the tapered tip of his cock. Her eyes looked into his, and her words echoed on an empty brain set ablaze with lust. “Already getting the hellhound nose, I see,” she said, smiling as she stroked a finger along the tip of his nose. “Blackening, a little damp. And a lot more sensitive, I imagine.” She took his hands, holding them up. His fingers curled as she gripped them tighter, and his nails darkened further, getting suspiciously long, starting to curl with his hands. “And good claws, too. Sturdy enough not to break, curled enough to hold your prey down…yes, you will rut my enemies well.” He could feel something wrong, some sort of pressure in the back of his head that was trying to grow. The black fur around his crotch was slowly spreading, moving up along his belly, down along his thighs, even curling around his hips to move towards his ass. It was leaving him with a feeling of prickly heat. And yet, he couldn’t stop it. Not even resist it, or ask questions. All he could do was let it continue to spread, continue to grow along his body. He panted as the professor looked him in the eyes, her black gaze almost seeming to light up as they made contact. Professor Orlov smirked…then dropped. He howled, a bestial sound to come from a man’s mouth, and one that was quickly cut off by her smaller hand. “Ah ah. No sounds, stud boy. I want you to be nice and quiet for me while I have my fun.” He couldn’t open his mouth after that, his lips sealed shut. All he could do was whimper through his nose, the pleasure of her tight pussy getting hotter and tighter around him as she bounced up and down in his lap. He couldn’t even look down at her, couldn’t see the sight of his cock sliding into her because of her skirt. All he could do was lean back and pant, groaning through his enchantedly-sealed lips. All he could do… Was take it. He was her toy. He was her stud. Up and down, up and down the teacher went, always grinding on his knot at the end of it before rising back to the tip of his cock. He swore that there was something else happening to him, some sort of spell being laid on his body as she kept using him. There was nothing he could do to stop her, but…but he was… He was enjoying it, too. He was enjoying being fucked, being used, being changed. His cock was growing bigger, thicker, and his balls churned with ever-more seed. The professor moaned for him, her arms around his shoulders again, her hips moving with the inevitable up and down movements of a mechanical piston, never stopping, never speeding. “Mmmph…you feel good, my student. As good as a familiar should. At the end of this, you will be mine. All mine. And then you will know the true pleasures that come from worshiping my lord…” Vitus was helpless, his body completely under her control as she used him for her pleasure. The warmth of her sex drew him in, and her tightness almost seemed to spit him back out. She was completely in charge, her power keeping him paralyzed, her words telling him what he was to be in the future. “You are my hound. My rutter. My hunter. Mine.” Hers. “Mine.” Hers. “MINE!” She slammed herself down, his knot feeling the pressure of her pussy clenching on it for a second before she completely slipped it inside of her. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he tried – oh he tried – to howl. It just wouldn’t come, though, his lips sealed too tightly for the sound to escape. Professor Orlov pressed herself firmly to him, and he whimpered, his hands curling into useless fists at his side as she wriggled from side to side. She sealed him inside of her, her inner walls clenching and releasing, rippling as if she was trying to – She was. She was milking him. And he couldn’t resist. A few whimpers of pleasure later, he was howling behind clenched lips for an entirely different reason. As he humped into her with what little power he had, Vitus could feel his balls being drained. Not just by his own orgasm, but by the hard tug of her vaginal muscles, her inner walls pulling his seed right out of his balls. He panted, whimpering against teeth that were clenched far too tightly as he felt his cock spasming, his balls pulling up, his dick bouncing about between the tightly-clamped walls of her pussy. And through it all, Professor Orlov smiled. He felt like he was being drained like a lake through a siphon, pulled out through some sort of ingenious contraption, going dry bit by bit until he blacked out. # When he woke, the professor stood in front of him, holding a floating ball of magical light in front of him. It bounced back and forth, and his eyes followed the bouncing ball for a few seconds before she pulled back. “Well, you’re doing better now.” “What happened?” “A little hypnosis, followed by a quick examination when it looked like you banged your head.” He…banged his head? He looked down at the ground. There was definitely a place where he might have fallen, considering the dent in the wood, but if that was the case… Vitus reached back, rubbing his head, only to wince when he found a bump. Okay, maybe he had hit himself. “You should be fine, though. There’s no difficulties with your visual tracking, and you woke up easily enough.” “Why were you hypnotizing me in the first place?” “I wanted to ensure your mind was open to proper visual teaching.” Visual teaching. He honestly couldn’t remember anything that had just happened, but if she said so… He got up, wobbling a little before he caught his balance. Having to grip the edge of the chair to keep from going over, he blushed and looked back at her. “I, uh, should probably get to my quarters.” “See that you do.” She gave him a nod, and he was dismissed. The massive halls of the Arcanamirium were normally awe-inspiring, whether one was walking in the shifting water walls of one end of the academy or through the fiery tunnels of another. There were the floating passages, where people were allowed to float on different currents of air, and there were the void teleportals, allowing the higher-ranking students to hop from one end of the academy to the other. For him, he took the passages of earth, merely thankful for the pressure on his shoulder that helped him stay upright. [i]Mmmph. I must have hit my head pretty damn hard…[/i] Yet, despite the headache, he was [i]still[/i] horny. Vitus bit his lip, only to yelp in discomfort. He grabbed at his mouth, and when he pulled his fingers away, he saw blood. [i]What the…[/i] He reached into his mouth, running his fingers over his teeth. Expecting to find the usual flat-tips that he had had all his life, he ended up running his fingers over the tips of fangs. His eyes went wider than ever, and he sped up as much as he could. It wasn’t much, but at least he was shambling along a bit faster. Eventually, he reached his quarters, stumbling through the door and hurrying to the mirror on the far side. He leaned forward, one hand against the wall to keep him supported, and grabbed his lips with the other one, pulling them down. What greeted him weren’t human teeth, but rather the fangs of a dog. A big dog, too, the sort that would be able to jump up and rip your throat out without even trying. [i]What’s happened to me?[/i] he wondered, shaking his head slowly. [i]I’m changing more and more…[/i] Stumbling back to his bed, he flopped on it, groaning as he felt hotter than ever. He reached for his shirt, pulling it off. Seeing the thick black fur growing up from his crotch over his belly was not a good sign, but at least he could still see his flesh rather than have it completely buried beneath it. Pulling his trousers off, he could see that the fur had spread further down below the waist. His sheath and balls were completely coated, now, and his crotch fur had spread in a line along his waist back to his ass, and then down along the cheeks. The cheeks themselves seemed to have parted, and he blushed as he felt some air passing between them, almost like his hole had been pushed free, like some animal’s backside. [i]God, what is happening to me?[/i] As he reached back, feeling the fur, he realized that there was a slight bump at the bottom of his spine. His blush, already hot, turned into an inferno on his cheeks. [i]If that’s not the start of a tail, I’ll be amazed…[/i] He looked at himself in the mirror again. He’d missed his darker nose earlier, but now…now he noticed it. Saw that the nostrils had lifted up a bit, making them more obvious, and when he breathed in – “Mmmph!” Vitus immediately covered his nose, resolving to clean his room out immediately. It had been a bit whiffy as a human, but now, it reeked. Knock, knock. With practiced speed, he shoved his sheath and balls – both somehow bigger – back into his pants and stood up. The rest of his body could maybe – maybe – be explained as a hair growth thing gone wrong, but there was no explaining [i]that.[/i] He opened the door a crack. Hazel looked up at him, opened her mouth, then paused. “You’ve –” “Come in.” Vitus opened the door, pulling her in before slamming it shut. No sooner had he turned around than she was already right in his face, looking at his nose, poking his lips, and then kneeling down in front of him. “Take it out,” she ordered. “Hazel, I know I’ve changed –” “Out. Now. Come on.” She clapped her hands worryingly loudly, and he knew that she wasn’t going to let him just explain the changes. Humiliated again at the urges that his body pushed at him, Vitus winced as he pulled his pants down. His black-furred sheath and balls almost seemed to hop out of them, pointing at the half-elf. They were definitely bigger than before, particularly as she reached up and fondled them. Her hand couldn’t lift more than one ball at a time, and he wasn’t entirely sure that she could wrap her fingers around the sheath itself. And… He could sniff her better this time, and there was no doubting it. There was something on the air beyond curiosity and her base smell. His cheeks burned and he looked away, but his cock was already rising up. “You…you’re…much bigger,” she said. “And stronger scented, too.” “Um…so are you.” Her head whipped up instantly, her cheeks burning. “What do you mean?” “I, um…I think I have a dog nose, too. I can…um…Oh, don’t make me say it.” “You can smell my…arousal?” “…” “Well, that’s a…that’s a development.” She cleared her throat. “And it does help narrow down what you’re becoming.” “And what’s that?” “A hellhound.” A hellhound. Vitus thought back to his few lessons in zoology of the fantastic. Slightly misnamed as they were not native to Hell – though most of the species lived there – hellhounds were powerful canine creatures capable of shifting from a two-legged form to a four-legged one, and were often used as pack hunters for the demons that controlled them. More to the point, they were lusty, intelligent, brutal things that, if left free, would often spend their time creating packs of their own, converting humanoids into bitches and betas beneath them. The idea that someone was converting him into one of those meant that either it was a demon-worshiper – something they already knew – or a hellhound that had taken a fancy to him. But…why? “…Please tell me I don’t have to start eating out of dog bowls?” Vitus said. The joke was so bad that they both laughed at it. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]