Furvert

The college was abuzz with excited students, each young person filled with a mixture of hope and fear about their future as they clutched their exam results.  The more confident among them were clustered in the corridors and form rooms, telling everyone of the exciting future they had.  The less confident skulked around the edges of the crowds, fearful that anyone would ask them of their results, and the less sure future it held.

For the teachers this was a time of relief.  After sheparding their charges this far their work was almost over.  For the humans they would be packing up for the summer, a few of them would be making arrangements with soon to be former students that they had become far too familiar with.  But among the staff were those others for whom this was also a time to give into temptation.  One such was Mr Lupin, a house master of the furry variety.

Erin sat on the edge of her seat, watching Mr Lupin as he combed the soft fur of his chest.  He'd made a habit of doing this during class and it was something many of the girls found quite distracting.  They often tried to imagine what his fur would feel like, and it was common for the bolder of them to find some opportunity to brush against him.  But all the girls kept their thoughts to themselves, not wishing to be labled a furvert.  But Mr Lupin knew their secrets as they sat behind their desks, often twisting their own hair in their fingers as they imagined the feel of his.  It was this time of year, when the young women he'd been teaching were thinking of their futures, that some daydreams became reality.  It was for moments like this that Mr Lupin put up with the strain of desires denied, surrounded as he was by inquisitive bodies that were off limits. 

"Mr Lupin, what do you think?"  The human female had a slightly irritating tone common to all of her kind, which might have been why he'd missed what she'd said earlier.  The fact that like most teacher he never listened to his student might also have been a factor.

"You must do what you really want with your future you know, not just follow the herd."  It was a platitude that he often ran out, but it usually worked.  But from her reaction he realised it might have been a mistake.  The girl Erin slipped her shoes off and leaned forward.  She looked far too interesting for safety.

"I knew you felt the same way, I just knew it!"  She licked her lips as she looked at him, and he felt his mouth water in response.  He glanced at the door, relieved that it was closed.
"You were always my favourite teacher you know, and I could see you were interested in me."  To be truthful Mr Lupin could barely remember her name, as one didn't really need to know the individuals in a flock.  She stood up and walked over to him, her steps silent as her white socks almost glided over the smooth wood of the floor.
"In class you've always said we must follow our nature.  That's all I want from our relationship."  Now she was freaking him out.  What kind of nature did she expect between a wolf and a lamb?  Now he started to suspect the awful truth.

Erin pressed against Mr Lupin's chest.  Her soft fabric covered breasts flattening against his hard muscles.  She ran the perfectly manicured fingers of one hand through his chest fur, following the bulging muscles until she grasped his shoulder.  Her scent filled his nostrils, the hot pheromones of her desire loosening his control over events.  Then with her other hand she reached between his legs to find him already stiffening in response.  Only days earlier the fear of loosing his job by being caught in this position would have dampened his desire, but that was before Erin had graduated.  Now he just worried about what she wanted with him.

"I know you want to play Mr Lupin."  He could feel the young woman's fingers cupping his balls and tried to hide his distaste.  He'd thought the students here were the crème of the crop, but now he was being felt up by a bare skinned furvert.  Fortunately Erin couldn't see the disgust in Mr Lupin's face as she had her own pressed against his furry chest.

As she gently squeezed his cock he felt himself reacting as if to his bitch, and a deep shame overcame him.  His tail curled between his legs in disgrace and inadvertently brushed between Erin's legs.  The feel of his bushy tail against her inner thighs encouraged her further, much to Mr Lupin's alarm.  Erin pulled herself against Mr Lupin, wrapping her legs around the fearful teacher as she almost climbed his body.  By now she was panting with desire, and despite his disgust Mr Lupin found his erection was pressed against her cotton clad cunt.  Unable to take any more, and against all his ethics, he opened his jaws wide and grabbed Erin.  Her squeal excitement, or possibly fear, echoed in his throat before with another gulp he squeezed in her shoulders.  Now she was hanging from his jaws, her legs kicking in the air.  He grabbed her thin waist with he broad paws to stop her twisting herself free and with another heave her breasts entered his mouth. 

This was what he'd thought the young woman had wanted, to be swallowed whole like all the bleating flock secretly desired, not the bare skinned furversion that she'd revealed.  He could feel Erin's breasts through the saliva soaked fabric of her blouse, and for a moment was tempted to bite down to taste her bloody juices.  But that would be messy and despite his anger at her desires he would act with more dignity than she had been able to.  With that thought, and a few more gulps, he took in her abdomen, and the juicy entrails therein, and then her hips.

By now Erin had almost ceased struggling as she curled up in his stomach, and Mr Lupin didn't feel too guilty as her shin scraped against his teeth, giving him the sweet taste of blood.  Then with her feet sliding down his throat Mr Lupin sat back to rest.  His distended belly the only evidence of what he'd done, or so he thought until he noticed Erin's empty shoes besides her desk.