A dazzling flash of light, the piercing howl of the wind, and the awfully sweet smell of overripe fruit hit Maya with the force of a galloping scolipede, and she pressed her paws on her ears as she threw herself onto her bed and buried her head in a pile of pillows. However, the sensory assault wouldn't let up, and even in the fuzzy, muffled darkness, the espeon's ears rang with the thumping of her own heart and the sound of blood rushing through her paw pads, and her breath was as heavy and noisy as a blacksmith's bellows, the dust, sweat, and floral perfumes on her bed sheets tickling her nose and making her sneeze.

Usually, the scholar's mind would’ve grown numb from the sensation overload at some point, but the onrush kept growing faster than she could handle as her powers surged and lashed out. The gem on her forehead shone in a blinding white while her body was enshrouded in dense pink mist, discharging flashes and sparks of pure energy like a raging lightning storm. Yet, the espeon failed to bring the psychic outburst under control. Whining and writhing on the sheets, she was subjected to the consequences of her own spell, experiencing the world around her in unforgiving, unfiltered detail. Even the faint traces of past meals resurfaced on her taste buds as if she had just eaten them all at once, and each strand of her own fur scratched her oversensitive toe beans like sharp metal blades.

Fortunately, the furious tempest ceased after a few seconds as Maya's energy reserves ran dry, leaving her a heaving, trembling mess with glassy eyes and the metallic taste of blood on her tongue as she had bitten herself in her struggle. The uncontrollable storm of sensations cleared just as swiftly, but a tingling numbness clouded her brain and paralyzed her limbs for another while before she slowly awoke from the ordeal like from a surreal nightmare, and as the shock faded, a wobbly grin grew on her lips and she giggled with cautious relief.

"Alright, let's try this again, but this time without losing control," the espeon scholar sighed and wearily rubbed her face, taking a few breaths in preparation for a second attempt at the same spell. Of course, part of her was reluctant about the idea, but the intense experience also piqued her curiosity. Besides, if she was simply more careful with her magic, it should work better, right?

A mellow pink glow illuminated Maya's bedroom as she focused her psychic powers anew. Rolling onto her back, she pawed at the air to collect strands of arcane energy, bundling them into a tight, vibrating ball to do her bidding, and once she had gathered enough, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, humming softly as she weaved a fresh spell from the warm threads. This time, she made sure to reduce the spell's strength and she added a few kill switches so she could turn it off if it threatened to overwhelm her again, but her efforts came at a cost. Seconds turned into minutes as the painstaking process tested the young scholar's patience, but she wouldn't and couldn't allow her carelessness to screw her over again.

Eventually, the scholar finished her convoluted mess of a spell, which would've drawn the deepest sigh from her professor's lips, but even if it was ugly, in the end only its effects mattered. Yet, her initial failure gave her pause to unleash that tricky magic a second time. As if she was about to touch an angry joltik, her fur stood up and her toes clenched at the thought of challenging fate again, but the allure of magically improved senses sounded too tempting to pass up.

Ultimately, it took only a flick of the espeon’s paw to seal the deal. Energy started to flow through her body again, infusing her with a prickling warmth from her ears to the tips of her tail, but the feared mind-numbing flood of sensations stayed out. Instead, the scholar was left with a thrilling crispness of scents and sounds. The flickering of the magical bronze torches was brighter, and the texture of her bed sheets had become distractingly detailed. Focusing on the open notebook on her work desk, she could make out individual words, letters, and even the bumps in the paper. Meanwhile, her other senses took a backseat as she lost herself in details she had never noticed before, and she trembled in awe. Was this what a talonflame's vision was like?

Once the espeon was done inspecting her writing from afar, she focused on her paws, brushing one across the back of the other with a distracted smile. She could feel every strand of hair, the heat of her skin, and the soft pulsing of her veins, but also the gentle pressure of her claws and her paw pads against her other paw, and even the effect of her own breath as it wafted ever so faintly across her fur.

As Maya's mind continued to drift, various flavors surfaced in her muzzle and drew her attention to her taste buds. With a bit of care and concentration, she managed to break down the mess left by her previous snacks and meals into its components, meticulously filtering out individual types of fruit and fish she had eaten over the last few days just by licking her own gums.

The scholar spent another hour exploring the most mundane things from the comfort of her bed, barely moving her body an inch when a dull, rhythmic tapping snapped her mind out of its trance. Her ears perked up and swiveled to the origin of the noise, amplifying it until she recognized the clicking claws and the rustling fur of a pokemon descending the stairs next to her room. Even separated by a thick wall, she could tell that it was a small quadruped with long fur, and her curiosity was roused. She rolled off her bed and stumbled toward the door, opening it just in time to glimpse at a growlithe's butt as he sauntered down the spiral sandstone staircase.

A triumphant grin spread across Maya's muzzle as she learned she had made the right call, only to swiftly lose herself in the tantalizing sight between the male’s stubby legs. Almost reflexively, her enhanced senses singled in on his delicious details, picking up his distinct, muzzle-watering scent and focusing on the glowing red tip of his cock that jutted out from beneath his snug, jiggling sack.

The thrilling view lasted only a second before the little male disappeared around the bend of the staircase, but it was more than enough time to burn itself into the espeon's receptive mind and kindle her curiosity even more. If one glimpse was already so fun, she couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the college had to offer! Licking the drool off her lips, she stepped out of her room and wrapped her tail around the bronze door handle, closing it with a hearty tug.

Already on the first step forward, new sensations flooded Maya's mind. The coarseness of the sandstone ground against her paw pads, the gleaming light of the desert sun glared through the stained windows, and her ears flicked and twitched aimlessly at the buzzing background noise of the busy college, tempting her with so many more sounds and sensations.

Upon reaching the foot of the stairs, a pair of voices peeled out of the tapestry of sounds, and the more the espeon focused on the conversation, the clearer its words and contents became, revolving around their trouble with classes and other students. Still, she had a hard time finding the origin, and as she peered down the empty sandstone hallway, only a tip of a gray tail peeking out of a far-away recess revealed that she wasn't just imagining things, but eavesdropping on little secrets from two dozen yards away, hearing names and notions nobody else was meant to hear.

Of course, the intimate conversation mesmerized the curious scholar as much as any good, juicy gossip, but when one of them dropped her name, her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath, hastily checking around herself. Had they seen her? Luckily not, but the shock told her that she had heard enough and she stopped listening in on the two oblivious pokemon. Instead, she turned around and headed toward the bustling, beating heart of the college, its mess hall.

Halfway to the hall, the humming of countless sounds and voices rang in Maya's ears and clouded her mind so much it tripped her up, but she pushed on, curious to see how far she could go before it got too much. Finally, when she entered the vast hall, her acute hearing failed her as she was assaulted by a flurry of incomprehensible words, eager yips and harsh barks, the clinking of glass and cutlery, and the thrumming of a thousand footsteps. Even the breathing of the pokemon around her blew into her mind like a giant pair of bellows, and her hearing was complimented by so many confusing smells, the aroma of cooked food mingling with the unique scents of dozens of pokemon, flooding her mind with conflicting signals and emotions.

The sensation overload froze the scholar on the spot and paralyzed her every limb. Her control over her powers began to slip, exacerbating the confusing cacophony. A heartbeat passed, then another before a passing skitty grazed her and snapped her out of her stupor. In the split-second of clarity, she tripped one of her spell's kill switches, and from one moment to the next, the blaring noise ebbed into a distant murmur, her vision went gray and grainy, and she felt as if she was floating above the ground as her senses numbed. The skitty stared at her in concern, but Maya didn't even hear her voice as she stumbled back out of the hall, excusing herself with a hasty nod before she hurried down into the college's basement, away from the confusing chaos.

A gust of cool air wafted around the espeon as she reached the storage space underneath the dining hall, and with a deep breath, she staggered into the quiet, dusky room and settled somewhere among barrels of fruit juice, bags of flour, and crates of vegetables, closing her eyes to grant her mind a moment to recover from the ordeal.

As Maya's mind settled, her senses slowly returned to their initial state, and she started to smell the fresh, raw food around her. Unlike the blaring chaos in the mess hall, this was something she could handle. However, just as her heartbeat normalized, a sudden cry of distress disrupted the quiet and got her heart pumping again. With a gasp, she jumped up and tiptoed across the crates toward the origin of the call, preparing for the worst. Her concern dissipated, however, as she moved closer and detected a very different kind of noise, a wet slurping and an eager snorting accompanied by passionate, throaty moans. When she finally got a direct look at the scene, her eyes confirmed what her ears had already figured out: halfway across the storage hall, a hulking rapidash stallion was having raunchy fun with a persian.

The spectacle immediately ensnared the curious espeon, and she slumped against the closest barrel of grape juice as her eyes and ears focused on the two rutting pokemon. Once again, her powers sharpened her vision to the point the distant quadrupeds looked as if they were standing right next to her, and she bit her tongue as she recognized the persian. It was Astrella, one of her professors! She had never seen the rational, sober female in such ecstasy before, mewling and crying with mindless joy as she yielded to the rapidash's massive trunk of a cock, submitting herself to one of the college's henchmen as he pounded her with flaring nostrils and swaying mane.

The revelation sent a thrilling tingle through Maya, and a crimson tip peeked out of her sheath, swelling and growing with every second she watched Astrella's pussy bulging and caving around the male's fat cock, drool dripping from her gaping muzzle while droplets of girl juice sprayed from her plump, round rear. The feline’s tail quivered in sync with the rapidash's thrusts, and her blinking claws scraped across the rocky floor as his heavy, bloated nuts slapped against her thighs, putting her into her place below him.

Ever since the espeon scholar had spotted the rutting pair, she had been too focused to bother breathing, and when she finally inhaled again, she instantly recognized their scents among the smell of fruit and vegetables, the rapidash's heavy, sweaty musk from toiling in the scorching desert sun and the persian's sweet, tangy aroma embraced by layers of fresh, floral perfumes. But there was something else she couldn't place her paw on, and as the scholar stared at Astrella's rump, she noticed how plump and puffy her dark vulva was, so full and engorged. Was she in heat? Were they breeding?

Maya's jaw dropped and her entire abdomen tensed up, her swelling erection jumping and drooling a rope of pre across the rocky floor. One of her professors was about to get impregnated by that rapidash, bloated and filled with life, and the notion infused the espeon with pure lust, wresting all control over her thoughts away from her. Part of her imagined taking Astrella's place and getting drilled by the hunky henchman instead, her snug pussy stretching around his huge, flaring horse cock while he pumped her so full of cum she could barely walk anymore, only to waddle over to the next, maybe a mudsdale, to get another fill... could she take two of them at once?

The espeon also wanted to shove her face into his taint, lick and sniff while he bred the persian. Or take his place instead! Pussies in heat were such an alluring yet elusive treat. Everybody raved about how tight, warm, and lush they felt while she had never gotten to enjoy one, not even her own. She had been tempted to give herself a spin during the worst, neediest hours of her heat, but she really didn't want to face the consequences. In Astrella's situation, however, the belly full of cubs was the goal, and that was something her drooling, twitching cock could provide if it weren't for that rapidash...

Ultimately, Maya's fantasies were nothing more than that, but they still fanned the flames of her lust while she absorbed the sight, sounds, and smells with so much greed that the gem on her forehead lit up with a pink glow. Fortunately, it wasn’t bright enough to alert the breeding couple of her presence, but the shine didn't go entirely unnoticed.

Suddenly, a paw pressed against the espeon's back, and a deep voice murmured right beside her ear, "I see you're using your powers to conduct invaluable research, Maya."

Time seemed to stop as the words resound in the scholar's ear and her heart skipped a beat. She jumped up with a sharp gasp, only for a big, furred paw to press against her open muzzle and gag her before she could make any incriminating noises. Then, her surprise visitor gently pulled her head around to reveal himself: her favorite professor, a tall, lean ninetales with shining golden fur and gleaming red eyes, was peering at her with a raised brow and an amused smirk. "Ssshh, you don't want them to hear you, do you?"

"S-sorry, I wasn't trying... I didn't mean to... watch," Maya stammered, sluggishly pulling away to get the ninetales's sandy paw out of her muzzle. "But you also didn't have to surprise me like that, Charles!"

The male let out a soft chuckle as he unceremoniously flipped the espeon onto her back and splayed her across the warm, coarse sandstone. "Maya, don't give me any excuses. I've been sitting here for an entire minute, and you were so absorbed that I could've come stomping in with an entire class and you wouldn't have raised an ear, dear."

A hot blush burned on Maya's cheeks as Charles towered over her with both his forepaws on her chest, pinning her down with gentle yet unyielding pressure while he stared at her raging crimson erection. "I mean, I couldn't help..." she repeated, but her voice faltered as he got up and walked over her, dangling his male equipment over her face, a pair of fat, fuzzy balls and a furred golden sheath with a glistening sliver of pink peeking from it. The sight beguiled the horny espeon, and she drooled with a needy whimper as a cloud of raw, dense male musk washed around her nostrils, flooding her senses and overwhelming her brain in an instant.

"And that's the core of the issue. You allowed your senses and urges to turn you into their puppet, but don't worry. It happens," the ninetales assessed with a gentle nuzzle, grazing the espeon's sheath ever-so-slightly as he spread her hindlegs apart. 

The teasing touch made Maya squirm and whine, but before she had time to respond, he lowered his rump and sat down on her, burying her face under his warm, sweaty crotch. His salty, masculine taste swiftly spread across her lips, and one breath of air, a single whiff of his potent, intoxicating musk was enough to break her brain in half.

As the scholar’s lust took control, it amplified her senses until her entire mind was engrossed by the ninetales. Reflexively, her tongue darted out of her muzzle and brushed across his sheath, rubbing against his growing tip and sampling a taste of his pre, while her nostrils flared to suck in more of his sweaty male scent.

All the while, Charles didn't move a single toe. He didn't grind his sheath against Maya's face or utter a single word, yet his mere presence drove her over the edge regardless. Within seconds, the onslaught of stimulation became too much to handle, and her arousal unraveled in a desperate orgasm, flashing her mind with pure bliss. A weak, muffled squeal slipped past her lips and she reared up as it crashed down on her body, exacerbating her desire and speeding up her licks into a ravenous frenzy, while her cock flexed and flailed around, violently blasting and spurting ropes of wet, milky seed all across her chest and the male perched atop her.

Finally, the espeon's eruption elicited a reaction from her professor. Chuckling softly, he repositioned himself and shuffled forward just enough to plant his tight rosy anus on her muzzle, offering her a much earthier, rawer note of his musk. Maya indulged it without a second thought, slurping the quivering orifice and thrusting her tongue deep inside to draw out all those delicious aromas and transform her orgasm into an inescapable loop of pure sensation, because the harder she came, the more receptive her brain got for the onrushing pleasure.

Spurt after spurt, Maya’s cock painted her chest and her belly with more and more seed, while her nuts clenched and her muscles contracted in an unceasing rage, her toes and paws growing sore from clenching and curling so much. The stimulation ravaged and ruined her brain and body, trapping her in an unyielding grip, and there was nothing she could do to stop the relentless spiral. The only pokemon capable of stopping the runaway cycle sat on top of her, and he didn't release her from her blissful struggle quite yet, grinning and moaning softly as he oversaw her eruption. 

Finally, as the espeon's nuts ran dry and her flexing rod shot blanks, heaving and trembling with nothing but a tiny bead of seed resting on its twitching tip, Charles lifted his ass off her face and stepped aside, relieving her of the mind-breaking rush of stimulation. Still, it took the scholar another minute of squirming and struggling for her breathing to normalize, for her tongue to stop reflexively licking the air, and for her dick to cease its pulsing. When her orgasm eventually faded, she slowly awoke from her horny trance, the fog in her brain cleared, and her eyes regained their focus. Turning her head to the ninetales, she groaned, "Fuck, what was that?"

"This is what happens if you don't keep your spells in check, Maya. You run the risk of losing yourself in the rush, and the only way out is passing out," Charles reprimanded the young scholar with a stern gaze.

"B-b-but I made sure that I could stop it if it got too much," Maya stammered.

The ninetales snorted and waggled his head from side to side, "Well, it clearly didn't work out as planned." Pointing a paw at her dripping, rock-hard erection, he added, "And that's why. You just didn’t have the heart to stop your own blossoming orgasm when you still had the chance, am I right?"

A red hot blush popped onto Maya's cheeks, and she murmured, "Umm, well, I- I think you have a point there."

"Yes, and you know what you should've done instead, don't you?" Charles sighed, his expression softening as he cupped the espeon's face with his paws.

"Y-yes, Charles."

"Next time, come to me when you want to try a new spell, so I can watch over you and step in if something goes wrong," he whispered. "Don't let your curiosity get the better of you, Maya, because no spell, no matter how intricate, can replace a second pair of eyes and ears."

"Of course," Maya sheepishly nodded at her professor before she swiveled her head and looked across the rows of crates and barrels. The couple on the other side of the storage hall was gone, and only a glistening puddle on the floor remained as evidence of their romp. "Also, please don't tell Astrella that I watched them, okay?"

"I won't, Maya. This will stay between us," Charles promised the espeon, nuzzling her cheek with a chuckle. "On that note, your enthusiasm has left quite the aftermath, hasn't it?" The ninetales demonstratively straddled her hips and pressed his own fully-erect cock against her pulsing rod.

"Ooooh, fuck," Maya gasped as her professor's fat, swollen meat touched hers, and her muzzle watered at the sight and weight of his endowment.

"Let's take care of this properly, shall we?" the ninetales suggested with a grin, playfully licking across Maya's muzzle before he pulled away from her. "After you've dispelled that troublesome spell, of course."

"With the greatest pleasure," the scholar giggled, and the gem on her head lit up one more time as she rid herself of the remnants of her spell. From one moment to the next, the world around her became darker and grayer, the sounds fainter, and the scents duller as her senses normalized, but she was too horny to care as she rolled onto all fours and pushed her butt out, hiking her tail to present her wet, dripping spade to the ninetales. "And done! I didn't take you for the kind of guy to do it in a dusky depot, though, Charles."

"And I didn't take you for the kind of girl to give me their spade in a bag, Maya. Yet, you did it anyway," Charles chuckled and leaned down to sniff the espeon's pussy, pressing his wet, billowing nose against her equally moist, quivering black mound. "Aaaahhh, but I appreciated that gift a lot."

The ninetales gave Maya's spade another broad lick, enough to make the rest of her quiver before he leaped onto her back and pinned her down with the weight of his strong, hot body. Without hesitation, he began to hump her with quick thrusts and eager snorts, pushing and shoving his swollen taper against her thighs and ass until his tip finally found the wet, snug cleft of her cookie and slipped inside her, claiming half her channel in one fierce shove.

The initial insertion stole a powerful squeal from the espeon's muzzle, and her jaw dropped wide open, releasing her lolling tongue and a whole melody of moans as Charles followed up on his promise with a rapid rut. In and out, his pink rod plunged inside her in a blur and stretched her snug channel a little further with every stroke, loosening her up for the fat, swelling knot still enshrouded within his sheath.

As Maya lost herself in the storm of stimulation, screaming with pleasure and clawing at the sandstone, her eyes drifted across the dusky storage hall, once again catching the sparkle of the distant cum puddle. The image of the rapidash pounding her other professor flashed before her eyes as the male atop her hammered her with the same horny passion and heated snorts, grunting sweet nothings into her ear, "Oh fuck, Maya, you're such a tight girl."

The espeon quaked as her professor dragged his wet tongue across his ear and nibbled on it, enhancing her rush of pleasure all without the need for magic. Kneading the ground, she returned his praise, "And you're so big, Charles. So strong and deep inside me." And with each thrust against her prostate, each slurp and smack of the ninetales's fat rod plunging inside her hot, wet channel, a fresh burst of stimulation rushed through her, and a new squirt of glistening, sticky pre leaked from her dangling cock, forming a growing puddle between her hindlegs.

"I'm about to go even deeper," the ninetales soon announced and started to fuck the scholar in a feral frenzy, matching her cries of delight with vibrating, guttural growls of bliss. Bit by bit, thrust by thrust, his sheath peeled back to reveal his thick, bulging knot for the final plunge, and the slapping grew wetter and louder, droplets of pre and pussy juices flying everywhere as he stretched his partner's cunt ever wider before a sloppy pop put an end to it all. His bulb had passed Maya's snug, plump folds and slipped deep inside her warm channel, and the reflexive contraction of her muscles made sure to trap it inside her as it inflated, sealing their tie for good.

With the male's fat, pulsing knot squeezing against her prostate, the espeon burst in an instant. She cried out, stars flashing before her eyes as the tension in her body and muscles unraveled in wild, intense contractions that reached from her clenching paws to the tip of her fluttering tail. Her cock pulsed and flexed violently, swinging around to paint the rocky ground with rope after rope of thick, milky cum, and more than anything, her spade twitched and convulsed, its plump black folds tightening and slackening around his knot in a rapid rhythm, again and again, squeezing and massaging the back of the bulb while her convulsing, undulating insides took care of the front half and every inch of his long, sensitive taper to its very tip, drawing the first spurt from his nuts with natural efficacy.

Charles celebrated the eruption with a triumphant howl. Tossing his head back and parting his muzzle as wide as his jaw would allow, he pressed his forepaws against Maya's back and shoved her to the ground, pinning her down in her moment of greatest bliss. Not that she minded, being too busy moaning and drooling onto the sandstone as he pumped rope after rope of warm, gooey seed inside her snug channel and beyond, flooding her womb with a glowing, fertile heat and her brain with deep satisfaction.

The intensity of the initial high soon wore off, but the tie had only just begun, and the espeon's contracting pussy was greedy for more, drawing squirt after squirt from her partner's tensing nuts. Even after her own rod calmed down, dribbling a mere trickle of seed into the milky puddle beneath her, the muscles in her spade and channel worked hard to extract every last drop of the ninetales's load, sustaining their mutual orgasm in a powerful, persistent thrill.

At the same time, the scholar's mind cleared and she recovered with a deep sigh and a blissful smile on her lips, but also with her face squished against the dusty ground. With a low grunt, she rubbed her partner's chest with the tips of her tail and whispered, "Fuck, that was intense. Just, could you step off of me now, Charles?"

"Huh? O-oh, of course, dear," the ninetales stammered, blinking with half-lidded eyes as if he had just woken up before he sluggishly removed his paws from Maya's back and allowed her to get up on her feet again. And as if to appease her further, he craned his neck over the closest crate and dangled a bunch of grapes in front of her face, "Here, have some. They're on me."

With a chuckle, Maya tilted her head and wrapped her lips around one of the ripe grapes, plucking it off its stem and chewing it with sloppy smacks. "Thanks for that, Charles. The fuck and the grapes~"

"Likewise, Maya. Your spade is a delightful treat, and it's even better when the rest of you is around for it, too."

"Even if we're doing it in a dark depot?" the scholar warbled, lazily skimming their dusky surroundings only to pause and perk up as she noticed movement. It was just the sliver of something fuzzy in the distance, a tail perhaps, and it was gone before she caught a better look, but the notion of an audience was more than enough to send a thrill down her spine.

Charles hadn't noticed, however, as he bent down to the espeon and affectionately licked across her grape-juice-flavored lips. "Yes, even if we're doing it in a dark depot, dear, because you're all it takes to light up the darkness."

"Oh, really now?" Maya giggled with a blush, tickling the ninetales's chin with her tail. "I thought you were the professor in charge of maintaining the college lights?"

"Oh yes, I am, my dear Maya. But, you know, there are more ways to light a room and a spirit than magic and fire," Charles purred, plucking another grape from the bunch. Instead of biting down, however, he steadied it with his teeth and leaned down to the espeon, offering it to her with a big grin.

Maya's heart leaped at the ninetales's words, and she parted her lips to take the grape from his muzzle, gulping it down with a hearty groan. She didn't pull away, though, and kept her muzzle locked with his long after the sweet, ripe treat was gone, her tongue assuming its space as it coiled around his in a wet, languid dance. Thanks to their tie and his swollen knot, it was only the first kiss of many more to come while he fed her more grapes and filled her womb with his warm cum, and even after her spade parted from his cock, the memory of their unexpected tryst and the flutter in her breast remained as she returned to her chamber.