[b][u][center]Special Teachings from Special Professors Part 6 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Another day, another tutoring session. Vitus knew better than to think that this was going to be any different from the other sessions that he and Professor Orlov had gone through, at least in terms of his magical growth. Despite everything that she was willing to do for him, every bit of time that she was pouring in, his magical skills had gone nowhere. He still couldn’t understand the theory behind magic, nor could he advance himself in his other classes. And the growth and transformation were getting worse. Every time he opened his mouth, Vitus could feel the differences in the shape of his teeth. No longer flat, they were all pointed, all with a sharp edge to them that sent a shiver down his spine and made him extra careful with his tongue. His hands were always in gloves, always sweating from the heat that came with covering up the fur there, and the claws were always trying to push through. He hadn’t grown a full muzzle yet, but he had taken to powdering his nose to keep it from being obviously dark and canine. It made it harder to breathe and harder to focus, particularly when he was picking up all kinds of smells that he had never noticed before, but it was better than exposing his secret. Worst of all, though, was the continued throbbing between his legs. The human-turning-hellhound groaned in the hallway, having to stop his progress towards Orlov’s study hall and lean against the wall for a moment. The stub at the base of his spine was slowly pushing further out, but it was the throbbing between his legs that made him feel most uncomfortable. His cock was pushed all the way from its sheath, and he swore that it was completely visible if anyone looked. Nobody commented as they walked by, but he could feel the sheer tightness of his pants, and worse, the way that his cock was pushing up, it was grinding past the waistband of his trousers into his shirt. The only reason that it didn’t show immediately was because he had a longer one on, almost a tunic that ran down to his knees to keep this sort of thing from exposing him. It was barely working, too, as he could see some dampness already soaking into his top. He panted for a few moments, trying to pull himself under control, letting the crowd pass by before he adjusted himself and moved on. [i]Can’t keep going like this…[/i] He knew that Hazel was doing her best looking for a cure, but last time they’d met up… Last time, he had fucked her, and he had passed on the curse to her down there. He couldn’t afford to do something like that again. He couldn’t let whatever this was control him, turning him into a spreader of this plague. [i]I have to tell Orlov.[/i] He had made the decision that night, and today was the first day that he had worked up the courage to do it. She had to have some idea of how to fix him, and while she was the strictest of his teachers, she was the most fair. She had been the one to push for the tutoring sessions, after all, and she had continued them even when he had shown no signs of improvement. That was a good professor. She would not turn him in. He hoped. Stumbling down the hall, Vitus paused no fewer than five times to adjust himself again and again, always having to wait for the other students and staff to leave so he could do it without completely exposing himself. It was humiliating, like his cock was stronger than him, like it was the one that was ruling what he did. And in a way, it sort of was. There was no denying what it did to him, how it affected him. If he tried to fight it, all he did was get hornier, needier. Shaking his head, he finally reached Orlov’s lecture hall. He knocked on the door, then stepped inside. As usual, the short, stocky woman sat on a table in the center of the hall, looking up at him as he walked through the door. “Finally,” she said. “I thought you were going to skip tonight. You know the consequences of that.” “Sorry. I was…a bit distracted.” “Distractions are a part of magical study. You can’t let them rule you. Now come here.” He nodded, walking down the aisles between the seats. He walked right up to the edge of the stage, then hopped up onto it, pulling himself up with a grunt that came embarrassingly close to a bark. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice. Not yet, at least. He blushed a bit as he felt like his cock was about to spring out of his pants, the canine dick begging to be let out in the presence of another female. It wanted the chance to try and impregnate her, to breed her, to use her the way that he had done with Hazel. [i]Mmmph…you aren’t going to…you aren’t going to give in again. And besides, she’s not going to tease you and offer it, not like the priestess did.[/i] But hadn’t that been his fault, too? All those pheromones in the air that he didn’t clear away properly, affecting Hazel’s mind? It was hard to tell, hard to remember, and in any case, it didn’t matter now. She gestured for him to take a seat, her long skirt covering her legs down to her feet, keeping her modest. He appreciated that. It was hard enough for him to think around normally dressed people. He didn’t need to be…exposed…to someone that was inviting more than a casual look. As he got comfortable, the professor leaned towards him. She opened her mouth, then paused, cocking her head to the side. “Something’s different.” “I…I have something that I need to talk to you about.” “That’s very different. Usually, you don’t want to talk at all.” She seemed almost amused, and he would have been offended if he wasn’t quite as desperate as he was. He took a deep breath, looking down at his crotch, trying not to stare at the bulge down there before he brought his head back up. “I, um…I’m under a curse.” “Are you now?” “It’s…not a good thing.” He reached up to his face, hesitated, then rubbed his thumb across his nose. The powder fell away, revealing the darkness that had taken the place of his nose, the way that it was both pushing further out and had been pushed flat at the same time, making it the beginning of a muzzle. “I’m…I’m being transformed.” “Hmmm. Yes. I can see that.” “It’s spread…It’s spread very far.” “Heh. How far could it have spread?” she asked with a slight smirk. He swore that she was laughing at him, but he couldn’t afford to get angry. He had to keep her on his side, or he might lose the only help he had. Vitus stood up, reaching for his pants. “Professor, it’s even gone down…down here…” “Show me.” “What?!” “Show me.” She gestured at his pants, and he blushed. He had hoped that she’d see the difference just from him standing there, putting his bulge on display, but she wanted him to… [i]Well…she did…she asked…[/i] The hellhound in him wanted to show off, wanted to let its constrained dick free, and he had to admit that it would be a lot more comfortable without his pants on. It would be…humiliating…but it was better to be clear about this. And if it would make her take him more seriously, then that was all for the better. So, he shucked them off, letting them fall to his ankles. It was humiliating beyond measure to stand before someone else with a dog cock on display, his sheath trembling and tensing around the base of it and the knot trying to form where he stood. He groaned as the very tip seemed to twitch and dance before the woman before him, and he kept his eyes locked on her despite the need to look anywhere but at her. This had to be enough proof that he was suffering from a curse, right? This had to be enough for her. Professor Orlov reached out with one hand, tapping the very tip of his cock. She cocked her head to the side, then stroked her finger down along the edge of his shaft. Every little stroke seemed to spark more pleasure through the rod, and he struggled to keep himself still as she worked it up and down, up and down. “Well, I thought that it would be bigger by now, but I suppose the rest of the transformation must be achieved first.” “You…you what?” “Oh, you hadn’t figured it out yet?” The professor smiled, reaching down to the edge of her skirt. She pulled it up, lifting one leg into view. It was furred, heavily so, and there were hooves at the very end, hooves rather than feet. She tilted her head to the side, pulling at her hair, and he saw the nubs of very well-filed horns sticking out of the top of her head. “I’m the one that put the curse on you.” “You…you were…Oh god…” “No. Oh, Melchiresa…” The name meant little to him, though it tweaked at something in the back of his head. The name of a demon. The name of the demon lord that had been the source of the curse, no doubt, and the one that Hazel needed to be able to cure him. He had to get away. Vitus leaped to his feet, kicking his pants off his ankles as he ran for the edge of the stage. He knew better than to try and pull them back up. Humiliation was a fair price for his escape now. He was almost at the edge when he suddenly froze. “Ah ah ah,” the professor said, chuckling as he felt her magic holding him fast. “I didn’t say that you could leave.” “You…monster!” “Oh, you call me that now, but give me a few minutes. You’ll be back to screaming my name as you cum your brains out pretty shortly.” “What…you…when did we…” “Oh, every single one of your tutoring sessions, Vitus. Turn around.” He was forced to do that, not by choice, but by her power. He grunted against it, clenching his teeth to try and fight against her grip, but there was no getting free. Not when she was still the one in charge. When he looked back at her, she’d spread her legs, lifting her skirt high enough to show off everything below the waist. She was completely soaked from her pussy down to her thighs, her juices running everywhere, soaking everything. She had no shame about touching herself in front of him, either, as she ran her fingers along either side of her sex and then into it. “Look at this, my student,” she teased. “Look at what you do to me.” “I don’t want to do anything to you!” “Well, you’re going to.” She curled her finger, pulling him right off his feet. He yelped as he was dragged forward, one step, then another, then another, until he stood right at the edge of the table, his cock poking between her thighs and rubbing against her sex. He shivered at the heat coming off of it, unable to believe just how warm his professor actually was. She was putting off enough heat to warm the entire room, he swore, and his cock felt like it was right on the verge of being sunk into a very tight, very wet oven. “You’ve knotted me a dozen times or more since that first session,” Professor Orlov said, “and each time you’ve come closer and closer to fully committing yourself to my lord and master. Soon, you will be another hellhound of the pack. Soon, you will help me bring that breeding bitch of yours into the fold, and we will have a new pack, ready to hunt through the Arcanamirium and turn them all into followers of the great lord and master.” “You…you’re crazy. There’s no way –” “Thrust.” She said it the way that a dog owner would tell a disobedient pup to sit, sharp, quick, and with a crack to the word that brooked no argument. It was how you talked to a dog, not to a person. And it made Vitus do exactly what she said. He gasped as he slammed into her, his knot bumping against her pussy lips as he sheathed his shaft in her in one quick thrust. She groaned in pleasure, as well, reaching up under her dress to touch her breasts, fondling them through the cloth and squeezing them tightly. “Mmmm, now that is what I needed…a good, hot dog cock…Just what I needed indeed.” She smiled, and he could feel her inner walls clenching down on him, squeezing him, milking him. They were pushing him to spill his seed inside of her, to fill her up the way that she wanted. And the urge to do it was growing in him, too. The hellhound inside was threatening to break free just as it had done with Hazel, begging him to grab her and just rut her, use her, fuck her the way that she so obviously wanted. He wanted to use her, fuck her, humiliate her, make her feel the way that he had been feeling ever since the beginning of the transformation, like a freak, like a toy, something that could be manipulated, used, thrown away when the other person was done with them. He fought the urge, desperately trying to keep it pinned down and under control, but there was so much there, so much heat and horniness and rage that wanted to be let loose. He panted, his fingers digging into the table as his hips moved in micro-thrusts, trying to fuck the woman in front of him, trying to use her the way that she wanted to be used, the way that would condemn him for the rest of his life. He bit his lips, trying to make them bleed, but even the sharp points of his new teeth weren’t enough of a distraction to let him forget about the heat around his cock. She was…she was so much more than Hazel. She shifted one of her furred legs, pulling him closer, making his cock grind its knot right on her pussy. He shivered every time that there was pressure put on that part, grimacing and moaning under his breath. “You want it, don’t you?” “It wants it…not me…” “You will.” She reached down, rubbing her pussy before pulling her fingers back. They were covered in her juices, hot, slick, and just a bit darkened, like some black essence had covered them. “Smell.” Again, that weirdly-toned word, the way that she said it like she was commanding a dog. And once more, it worked, pulling his head forward and making him take a single sniff. Just one, but that was all that was needed. He groaned, grimacing, gasping as he was filled with the raw stench of the woman’s need, her juices soaking his brain and her scent making it so that it was impossible to think. His cock throbbed all the harder, and he wasn’t entirely sure that it wasn’t getting bigger, thicker in the process. [i]Oh god, oh god, oh god…[/i] He hunched his hips forward, unable to stop himself as he felt her squeezing around him again, a slow motion starting. His fingers curled tighter against the desk, his claws ripping through his gloves. His tail cracked under his shirt, pushing its way further out of his spine and into the open. The teacher chuckled. “Look at that,” Orlov said with a small smirk. “Looks like you’re further along everywhere else. And here I thought that I would have to push you much more than this.” He was sure that she would need to push him, but that was because he still had some confidence in his own willpower. That confidence was fading fast, though, particularly as he could no longer stop his hips from thrusting, stop himself from moving. He couldn’t even pull out of her more than halfway, not even when he tried to shift his feet – RIIIIIP! No, paws from the ground. He almost fell over as the transformation took him, the cracks of rearranging bone and stretching skin filling the air. He almost fell over her, almost rammed his knot in right then and there, and she would have welcomed that, he was sure. Vitus tried to pull himself upright again, tried to focus on anything but the heat around his cock, but it was downright impossible. He couldn’t not think about her heat, about the way that she was squeezing him, massaging his cock, dragging it in with supernatural control of her nether muscles. It was insane. It was so good. So very good. And he was growling and panting like a good mutt as she did it. It was painfully humiliating, but he wanted more, wanted to give more, get more, give more, get more. In and out, in and out, the hellhound taking more and more control as he started to speed up, fucking his professor the way that she did want it. She leaned back, her furred, bestial legs showing off everything down there, showing off how much she had given herself to the demon. She leaned back, lifting one leg up, forcing him to take a look at how he was penetrating her, how he was fucking her. “Good dog.” That compliment meant more than any dirty talk could have, and he shivered in pride, his big, furry balls starting to rise. His mind was slipping, pushed further and further back by the smell in the air, and he knew that it would not be long before he was cumming deep inside of her. Not long before he was giving her his seed, and quite possibly what was left of his humanity. She pulled him forward, turning herself around onto all fours. She obviously didn’t fear him, obviously knew how much of a hold she had on him, so she didn’t bother to look at him as he fucked her. Instead, she just pushed him to take her harder, so…he did. He slammed in as hard as he could bring himself to do it, his knot slapping against her pussy over and over again. She moaned for him, grabbing his hip as she reached back, pulling him in deeper. “Don’t you dare pull out. You are going to give me the last of your humanity tonight. One final offering to Melchiresa before you lose everything that you are. Tonight, you become part of the pack. Tonight, you become part of the demon’s pack.” The thought burned, making him both humiliated, aroused, and more than a little afraid. He had no idea what he would do when he came, but he knew one thing for sure. There was no chance that he would be able to avoid actually climaxing inside of her. In and out, in and out, in and out, each thrust taking him further towards that climax she threatened, each thrust taking him further from his humanity. His skin was stretching along his face, fur popping out of his skin as his muzzle grew in. His ears were growing longer, spreading up the side of his head and then to the top, taking him further from the human shape that he could try and preserve. And there was nothing that he could do to slow it down. His eyes changed, no longer seeing color, but instead seeing heat, seeing the influences of the magic around him. He could [i]see[/i] the demon power that filled the room, see where it came from, a hatch that went down below the room. And he remembered. He remembered that there was an altar down there, remembered that it was where he had been taken for their first time all those days ago. He remembered being held down, fucked, transformed, controlled. And that made the hellhound in him all the more powerful, enjoying the memories of their first submission. [i]No, no, no,[/i] he thought, but all that his hellhound self did was bark with glee, clawed fingers pulling on furred hips, dragging him deeper into that hot hole, forcing himself further along, his knot stretching it every time. Professor Orlov was hardly passive in that, either, pushing back and fucking herself on his knot, forcing herself to stretch on it, to take it deeper than any woman should have been capable of doing. Certainly easier than Hazel had been able to. [i]Hazel.[/i] His protective instincts for her were fading, getting buried beneath the needs of the hellhound and the pack. He could feel the demon lord pressing into his body, feel it spreading into him from his cock and balls all the way up his spine, into his head, whispering to him the commands that he needed to hear. [i]Fuck, breed, hunt, spread. Fuck, breed, hunt, spread.[/i] They were coming faster, harder, deeper, giving him the image of hunting woman after woman, forcing them down, making them take the knot and bend and break before him. To see them oozing his seed, to know that he had done his job well, to know that they were going to be just like him in a few hours, a few days, a few weeks at most. Even the most pious would break before the might of Melchiresa. He groaned, thrusting forward one more time, feeling his knot getting squeezed at the fattest point before – POP! Inside of her. He was inside of Professor Orlov, completely sheathed in her…and he came. Vitus howled at the top of his lungs, the hellhound in him finally taking full control. He surged with heat and flame, the scorching inferno beneath his skin taking control and burning out the last of his regrets. He was completely under the power of Melchiresa and the packmaster’s representative here on the planet. He was filling her, linking them together, binding himself to the packmistress. Finally, Professor Orlov looked back. She was panting, still coming down from her own orgasm, and she effortlessly pulled herself off of his knot. The half-human, half-demon smirked, and pressed a hand to the dog’s head. “Sleep, Hellhound. Sleep, and learn your place beneath the master of the pack.” The touch must have contained a spell with it, because Vitus was out like a light, hitting the ground hard. # [i]The dream forms, the caverns of hell that burn around him taking shape and detail. He can see the red rocks, smell the sulfur, but more than that, he smells the need and the sweat and the juices of females that need converting. He followed, falling to all fours, letting his two-legged shape fade away as all hellhounds can do. They hunt on two legs, and they can breed on either four or two. It is fun in either case. He follows the rest of the pack, most ghostly than him, following them through the old den that is as new as it is familiar. He can’t see where they are going, but it doesn’t matter. They are going where they are called, following the call of Melchiresa. They arrive in the great cavern, seeing a pointed-eared thing being threatened, teased, humiliated by the great demon. She is not bound, but she will be, touched by the taint. Vitus growls, pushing forward through the rest of the pack, the scent familiar. This one is his, and must remain his. She looks back. He knows her. Hazel. There is nothing to stop him as she runs, his legs pushing him forward, his teeth sinking into her hip as he brings her down. He lurches over her, his body furred and heavy and aroused, his cock throbbing and begging for the heat of the female beneath him. He will take her, use her, fill her the way that all females need to be taken. She moans beneath him, submitting herself, begging for the chance to be used. It is obvious that she wants it, obvious that she needs it. The dream continues, her pleasure spreading it out, making it last longer. He humps her, fucks her, fills her to the brim with his cock, knot, and cum. It is almost as good as when he took her before, almost as fulfilling as that had been, but not quite. Almost, but not quite. He needs more. He needs reality. Vitus growls, his teeth flickering in the dream as he bites down on the side of her neck. Nothing that will remain in the physical world, but a mark nonetheless, a mark that he can track if he has to in the waking world. She is his. She is – “She is mine,” the demon lord says, and the hellhound lowers his head. He needs to remember her authority, needs to remember not to overstep himself. It is by her will and power that he has his, after all. He looks down at the bitch beneath him, growling as he slowly goes ass to ass with her. She is already fading, already disappearing from the hell-dream. Soon, she will wake. Soon, he will be told to hunt her. He looks forward to it, wanting to know her taste again in the real world. There is no more need to hold back. There is no more need to allow her safety. She is Melchiresa’s, the pack’s, and soon, at some point, his. He will be a good hunter…and a good breeder.[/i] # The dream faded slowly, and he came out of it with a groan and a grunt. He sat upright, feeling his two-legged form return, his fur pressing against his face, his pads grinding against his eyes as he rubbed them clear. Professor Orlov still sat above him, her hooves on either side of his waist. Her pussy dripped down on his cock, and he wondered, briefly, if she had been channeling their master during the dream, fucking herself on him as they went through it together. “You know your purpose now,” she said. “I know,” he barked. “Then you will hunt?” “I will hunt, bring the priestess to you. She is touched by the master, and she will not last long.” “You will do well. I look forward to seeing her squirm upon your cock.” “Upon the altar…” “Yes. She will be the beginning of our pack here…the beginning of the end of the Arcanamirium.” The hellhound nodded. As he got up, using magic that he had never considered, he realized that there was a small part of his human self still in the back of his head. It was little more than a ghost or a shadow of his former self, something that was more memory than substance, but it existed. It was angry at the thought of hurting Hazel, trying to put up some sort of fight. It was little more than the buzzing of a mosquito around the room, annoying and attention grabbing, but nothing more than that. All he had to do was ignore it, and he could do whatever he wanted. The hellhound was soon dressed, covered by an illusion that the power of hell and the knowledge of Melchiresa offered him. He could hide in any way that he wanted from the people of the Arcanamirium, and only those teachers that could sense hell-magic would be able to tell that there was an illusion at all. The pack-mistress Orlov would be able to tell him if he was going towards any of them, he was sure. There was a link between them now, something that would keep him safe, informed, aware. It protected him, and he liked that. The hellhound walked down the corridors of the school, the empty passageways so quiet compared to how they were during the day. Nobody bothered him, nobody looked at him. It was empty as the forest after a fire. He wondered if there were those that felt that the hunt was coming, trying to hide while they could. The thought left him chuckling; it was almost completely unlikely, but it was amusing enough to keep him smiling. It didn’t take him long to track the mark that he’d left on the priest woman. It emanated from the far end of the school, drawing him along. It smelled like him, but him in a different place, so it was easy to pick out of all the other smells that littered the school. He followed it right up to her door, and smiled as he tapped his knuckles against it. “One second.” “Take a few.” “Oh, Vitus. Just come in, then.” He did, opening the door and shutting it quietly behind him. The air in the bedroom stank of sex, and from the way the sheets were all bundled on the side of the room, he imagined that she’d cum in real life as many times as she had done in the hell-dream. She hadn’t turned to look at him yet, either. [i]Oh, the things I could do to you right now,[/i] he thought, the idea tainted not with anger, or with denial, or with fear, but rather with regret. Regret that he couldn’t do it right now and needed to wait a few minutes to get her down to Orlov. She finally turned to look at him. She was still talking, blathering about something or other, until she met his eyes. Then, she finally stopped. Then, she understood. “You’ve lost yourself…” “No, I found it. And now, it’s time for you to find [i]yourself,[/i] breeder.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]