Quest for Knowledge 

	The Meowscarada’s fingertips grazed the wrinkled spines of leather book covers, searching tirelessly for the correct volume. The scent of aged paper and dried glue pervaded the library’s stuffy air. The feline could just barely see in front of himself as the amber light of the rising sun crept its way into the dusty hall. Aurum Chronicles, Volumes One, Two, Four… damn! Where was the third?

	Suddenly, the stool underneath the Meowscarada’s legs wobbled. His heart skipped a beat as he deftly grasped the shelf’s edge, holding himself steady and releasing a mighty grunt. 

	“S–sorry!” A high-pitched voice rang out from the Sylveon down below. His ribbons extended and tightened their grip around the stool’s legs, holding it upright. “Lost my grip there, haha. Sorry, Maestro.”

	Maestro chuckled nervously, wiping sweat off his forehead. “It’s no problem, Fey. A cat always lands on his feet, after all,” he joked. He then returned to searching the shelf. 

Unfortunately, ancient tomes were misplaced all the time. This specific volume of the Aurum Chronicles hadn’t been seen in years. For all Maestro knew, it was lost to time. But he still needed to know for sure. 

“See anything up there?” the chipper Sylveon asked.  “There’s nothing here on the lower shelf. Just some… cookbooks, I think.” 

Maestro laughed, his smile curling along the edges of his mask. “Yes, well, if we need to make some poffins, I’ll let you know,” he teased, and sighed. “I’m coming down now. Hold it steady.” 

“Aye aye!” Fey chirped, and Maestro stepped gingerly onto the wooden floor. The feline held his chin in his paw. Amber light shone onto his lime green fur.

Where else could the third volume be? If it had been misplaced years ago, then it could be virtually anywhere. Which meant days of searching the entire library with little chance of discovery. Damn.

“No luck?” Fey asked, trotting to Maestro’s side. The canine then sat himself down at Maestro’s feet and frowned. He said, “We can still search the rest of the library. It’s gotta be around here somewhere.” 

Maestro furrowed his brow. “Yeah,” he said. “I don’t think we have a choice.” He sat on the stool next to Fey, gazing fruitlessly at the labyrinthian shelves. He continued, “I just can’t leave Professor Rubrum disappointed.”

Fey reassuringly patted the Meowscarada’s knee, gazing at him with innocent eyes. “It’s okay. I think Rubrum will understand if you can’t get the book for him. I mean, it’s been missing for years.”

“I know,” Maestro said. He sucked on his lip, staring at nothing in particular as the gears turned in his head. “I know it might be impossible, but I’d hate to make him sad.”

“Oooooooh,” Fey said, and then asked: “Is this because you wanna remain his star student?”

The feline chuckled and shook his head, waving his paw dismissively. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. I love being his top student, but I’m not really that insecure about it,” he explained.

“Mhm.” There was silence as Fey thought for a moment, tapping his ribbon idly on the ground. He then asked, “Is it because you like him?” 

“No!” Blush rose to Maestro’s face as he turned away, attempting to hide his expression. His body stiffened in embarrassment. “I don’t… I just want to make sure he has the right books for his research, that’s all.” 

Maestro’s flustered expression went completely over Fey’s head. The dog smiled and cooed, “Well, don’t worry! We can find it. Books don’t have legs. It couldn’t have gone far.”

	“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right,” Maestro replied. He then stood and brushed off his fur, readjusting his posture. He couldn’t believe he’d almost been caught crushing on his professor. Luckily, Fey wasn’t very observant. 

Maestro said, “I’m gonna go ask Asher about check-out records. I’ll be right back.”

The canine nodded. He replied, “Okie dokie! I’ll keep going with the lower shelves,” and his ribbons sifted through the dusty tomes. 

Maestro then walked to the nearby receptionist’s counter, keenly eyeing the Cinderace who stood behind it. The rabbit was bent over, facing a stack of books which he moved from a table to a cardboard box. Maestro stared at the rabbit’s soft ass as he waited for him to notice his presence. The Cinderace’s fluffy tail bobbed as he squatted, lowering the books downward in his muscled arms. 

	“Howdy, Asher,” Maestro said. “How heavy are those books?”

	Asher chuckled, turning to see Maestro’s smug grin. “Hey yourself, star student. Staring at my ass again, I see.”

	The feline shrugged and smirked. “Can’t help it,” he teased. “But I’m not just here to gawk at you. I actually need your help with something.” 

	The rabbit raised his eyebrow and leaned on the desk. His tail flitted in excitement. “Oh? Do tell. This morning has been pretty boring, anyway.” 

	“I’m looking for Aurum Chronicles, Volume Three,” Maestro explained. “Can you show me the records for when it’s been checked out? It might give me a hint as to where it went.” 

Asher laughed and brushed his ears to the side. “Sure, I can show you. But I don’t know how successful you’ll be,” he said. “Scholars have been searching for it for years.”

“Yes, well, those scholars weren’t me,” the Meowscarada boasted. 

“Of course, of course.” The Cinderace then turned and revealed a thick tome, chock-full of check-out records. He flipped through its pages as plumes of dust arose from its pages. “So, why are you searching for this, anyway?” the rabbit asked.

Maestro replied, “Just helping out Professor Rubrum.” 

Asher grinned. “Right. Cuz you’re his boytoy and all,” he teased.

The feline waved his paw, turning away as he blushed once more. “Aw, c’mon. It’s not like that,” he sputtered.

“Really? The way you stare at him during class is awfully lovey-dovey,” Asher said. He shrugged. “And I’m not judging, either. I think you two are cute together. You’re the outgoing one, and he’s the shy one. It works well.”

Maestro’s eyes widened. He clenched his paws. “Keep dreaming!” he shot back, tapping his foot on the ground. “Rubrum and I are close, but that’s it. For now, at least.”

“Mhm, mhm.” Asher’s eyes rolled along the book’s pages, completely ignoring Maestro’s defense. The Cinderace saw right through the Meowscarada’s bravado. Damn it. 

Asher then turned the book toward Maestro, pointing toward the entry for Volume Three. “Take a look,” he said. “Last checked out… whew, twenty years ago. No return date, no destination. And the name is all scratched out.” 

Maestro frowned and stared at the tome. Asher was right. “Seriously? Who scratches their name from the registry?” Maestro pouted. 

The Cinderace shook his head. “Sometimes people just erase themselves. With something this old, we can’t do much,” he explained. “Sorry I couldn’t be more helpful.” 

“It’s fine. Ugh.” Maestro held his face in his paws, massaging his temples. “I’ll make do. Thanks, Asher.” 

Asher smiled. “Anytime, cutie,” he said, and returned to his work. 

Maestro then ambled back to the shelves, lost in his thoughts. If he couldn’t find this book, Rubrum would be understanding, albeit disappointed. He just hated not living up to his superiors’ expectations.

“Hey! Maestro!”

Fey’s small voice beckoned from the shelves, cutting through Maestro’s thoughts. His fuzzy paws danced on the ground in anticipation. “I found something!” he yelled.

Maestro’s eyes lit up. “You did?” 

The Sylveon nodded, stepping closer to the shelves. “So I was searching the shelves, and um, I noticed this little crack between them… see it? In the back.”

Curious, Maestro crouched down to Fey’s height and followed Fey’s ribbons. To his surprise, the canine was right. Two bookshelves sat back-to-back, facing opposite directions; but between them remained a small gap, only visible when all the books on the bottom row had been removed. And nestled within it… 

“So I found this crack, and… look! There’s a book in there! It’s stuck, but I think I can get it out,” Fey said. 

Maestro recoiled in surprise. “O–oh my god! Let’s see what it is, then. Thank you, Fey.”

The dog smiled bashfully. “Of course! Just a second.” And he deftly maneuvered his ribbons into the small crack, tugging carefully at the book and unsticking it one nudge at a time. Within only a minute, it was free. Fey then removed the book from its crypt and held it to the light, allowing him and Maestro to stare at its cover.

The Meowscarada gasped and raised his paws to his mouth. “Oh my– Fey, this is it! We found it!” He then excitedly grasped the Sylveon’s fuzzy little face, petting the canine’s cheeks. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

Maestro’s paws petted from Fey’s chin to his cheeks, scritching the boy all over. The dog’s tongue mindlessly lolled from his mouth as he threw his head backward, lost in bliss. “Mmmmmmph, no prooooblem,” Fey said drunkenly. “Just make sure to get behind my eeeaaaaars.”

Maestro chuckled and responded, “Of course, good boy.” 

He then took the volume from Fey’s ribbons, opening its cover and browsing its contents. This was it. The book was real. Professor Rubrum was going to be ecstatic!

Fey shook his head, flopping his ears and regaining his senses. “So, um, what’s in this book, anyway?” he asked.

The feline’s eyes remained glued to the book’s pages. “It supposedly reveals something about the Aurum gears,” he explained. “Something about their… original use?” He scrunched his face. “To be honest, I’m not too sure. I’ll have to ask Professor Rubrum about it.” 

A pause. Maestro continued to flip through the volume, skimming its contents. Leylines, magical apparatuses… nothing about gears, though. Whatever, he’d read it more later.

Fey tilted his head, inspecting Maestro. He then asked, “So, do you have a crush on Professor Rubrum?” 

Maestro’s entire body recoiled. His jaw dropped, and he slammed the tome shut. “Fey! You don’t just ask things like that! Especially out of the blue.”

Fey frowned. He pouted, “I’m not trying to be mean. I’m asking because I wanna try something. You might be interested.”

The Meowscarada sighed. He held the book under his arm and leaned casually on his hip. “What is it?”

A devilish grin rose to Fey’s maw. He said, “I was thinking we could exchange this book for a threesome with Professor Rubrum. Yaknow, like a… um…”

“A quid-pro-quo,” Maestro said. He raised a paw to his chin and shuffled his feet, thinking it over.

Fey giggled. “Yeah, that. I’ve never been good at Latin.” He then cleared his throat and continued, “We don’t gotta do it. I was just thinking, you’ve been looking for an excuse to top him again. And Rubrum and I have been talking about getting together for a while, too. It’d be fun!”
Maestro laughed. A silly grin spread across his face. “You’re such a pervert,” he teased.

The Sylveon’s tail wagged. He stomped his little feet. “I’m just trying to be your wingman!” he chirped. “I’ll even give you a little time alone before I arrive to… you know… talk and stuff. That way, you and Rubrum can have a date! Is that okay?”

“Hmm.” Maestro tapped his foot and said, “You know what? Sure. I’ve been looking for an excuse to see Rubrum in his chambers again.”

Fey’s azure eyes lit up. His front paws danced on the ground in excitement. “Yay! Are you sure he’ll be okay with all this?” 

Maestro nodded. “Professor Rubrum and I have actually been talking about getting together soon for some time now. And I know his schedule – he should be free today.” Maestro looked askance, his chest fluttering. “And seeing as we’ve all had sex before, he’d likely be fine with you joining us. But I’ll talk to him and make sure. Meet us in his room at six?” 

The Sylveon nodded. “Okay! And you’ll tell me if something comes up, right?” 

	“Of course. I’ll let you know if something goes wrong,” the feline responded, and flashed a fanged grin. “And just so you know, I’ve been looking to pound your cute ass for some time as well.”

The canine shivered. “I–I would love that,” he sputtered, struggling to hide his arousal. “But I–I gotta go now. I’ll see you at six, okay?” 

Maestro smiled. “Right. I’ll see you at six.” 

And the two parted ways.

Bells rang in the distance as Professor Rubrum placed his finishing touches on the chalkboard. Cue the shuffling of feet and the chatter of students. The dapper Lucario then turned to face the class and announced, “Class is over! All of you, make sure to practice those excavation exercises tonight. Those ancient pots are delicate!” 

The Lucario then huffed and shook his paws. Class was always rewarding, but it exhausted him. Speaking for over an hour made his voice hoarse. Luckily, he only had one more class today. Rubrum looked forward to settling down in his chambers with some tea… 

A playful voice rang out from the room’s entrance amidst the din. “That was a great lesson, professor. It’s a shame I’ve already seen it.” 

Rubrum snapped his head to see Maestro standing there. A smirk rose to his face. He joked, “Yes, well, you passed this class with flying colors a few years ago.” Rubrum then stood upright and brushed the chalk off of his paws. “What can I do for you, Maestro?” 

Maestro teased, “Well… what if I told you I found something you were looking for?” 

Rubrum’s eyes lit up. He grinned stupidly, holding his paws in front of his chest like a puppy begging for a treat. “A–an artifact?” he asked. “Please! Tell me more. Or better yet, show me!” 

The feline wagged his finger. “I don’t have it here with me,” he said. “But I found the Aurum Chronicles, Volume Three in the library. I figured you’d want to see it.” 

The canine’s tail wagged, thumping against his desk. “W–well, you assumed correctly! When could I take a look at it? Gosh, I’m so excited!”

“It’s in my dorm at the moment,” Maestro explained, and smacked his lips. “But if you’d like to see it, I have a little task for you first.” 

Rubrum’s body tensed in anticipation. His ears perked, his tail freezing in place. “W–well, I think I know what you’re going to propose. But please, go on.” 

Maestro stepped closer to Rubrum, leaning on his desk. He watched in his periphery as the last of the other students filed out of the lecture hall. He flashed a devilish grin and said, “How about I drop it off at your chambers tonight? And we could spend some time together. You don’t have anything going on tonight, do you?” 

The canine laughed nervously and adjusted his glasses. “Well, I am free tonight. So yes, I accept your offer. In fact, I’d like to make us some tea, if that’s alright with you.” He looked away, blush rising beneath his blue fur. “It’s, um, been a while since I’ve spent the night with you. I’ve just been so busy lately.”

“Ha! Yes, I know, professor.” The Meowscarada lightly brushed his professor’s shoulder, tracing his sharp claw on the canine’s fur. “I’ve been busy, too. But I still want to make time for you. Well, and your cute ass.”

“W–well!” Rubrum breathed heavily, taken aback by Maestro's confidence. He stuttered, “I, um, have been missing your body, too. The last time you were inside me, it felt… amazing.” 

Maestro brought himself even closer to Rubrum, raking his claws across the back of the Lucario’s head. “So it’s a deal?” the feline asked. “We can meet at your place at five?”

Rubrum shuddered at Maestro’s touch. The Meowscarada’s paws were dextrous and strong. That oh-so familiar feeling of Maestro’s paw holding the back of his head… it was amazing. “Y–yes, five works,” Rubrum said.

“Good! And do you mind if Fey joins us at six? He’ll come later, so we can get some time alone.” 

Rubrum nodded. “Of course. I’ve been meaning to meet with him. We can never have too many tops.” 

“Ha!” Maestro covered his maw and turned away. “You’re too funny sometimes, professor. But yes, I agree. Fey’s a great playmate.” He then grasped Rubrum’s paw, cradling it in his own. “But before he shows up… you’re all mine.” 

The Lucario struggled to speak. He looked away hurriedly, a verbal keymash pouring from his maw. But he eventually managed, “Y–yes. Of course. I look forward to it.”

“Good.” Maestro then stepped back from Rubrum and trotted toward the door, looking over his shoulder at the horny canine. “By the way, you should probably get rid of that before your next class,” the feline teased, and stepped through the doorway. 

“H–huh?” The professor then glanced downward at his groin, noticing his erect penis. Its red tip poked from his sheath, tensing in excitement. “Th–that stupid cat,” he breathed. “Getting me all worked up between classes.” 

But internally, Rubrum was an excited mess. It’d been much too long since he’d spent the night with Maestro. The feline was everything Rubrum wanted to be – confident, intelligent, attractive. Although the canine was his professor, he still envied Maestro’s demeanor. Something about the way he carried himself was… amazing. 

Rubrum shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Not now, he thought. He could dote on Maestro all he wanted tonight. And he ruffled his papers, preparing for the next lecture. 

Maestro knocked on Professor Rubrum’s wooden door, the sound echoing throughout the stone-laden hall. The feline then shuffled his feet, waiting for the door to open. The surrounding corridor was dimly lit, with only the light of a few candles gracing its bricks. Shuffling from inside the chamber. 

The door finally unlocked with a satisfying ka-chunk, only to open and reveal Professor Rubrum. The Lucario was still dressed in his teaching attire, fitted with dark-rimmed glasses and a tight-fitting first green vest. A green-and-blue scarf hugged his neck, a bronze aurum gear clacking against his ankle. 

“H–hey there, Maestro,” Rubrum said. “It’s good to see you. Please, come in.” 

“Hey, professor! Nice to see you, too.” Maestro smiled bashfully and stepped into Rubrum’s room, the door shutting behind him. He then stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor, cradling his tome in his paws. 

Rubrum’s chamber was bathed in orange firelight, small torches adorning its brick walls. The floor was wooden and creaked slightly with every footfall. A small desk sat in the room’s corner. Opposite from it was an antique wooden table with two chairs, its surface cracked and pitted from years of usage. And finally, a plush blue bed was situated at the room’s head. Chatot feathers plumed from its sides.  

 “So, you wouldn’t believe where Fey and I found the third volume,” Maestro said. “It was stuck between two bookshelves. For two decades, it’s been hiding behind some cookbooks!” 

Rubrum grinned, tilting his head in disbelief. “Truly? That’s so strange!” he said. “I can barely believe it.”

“Yeah, it must’ve just slipped back there. Oh, and, uh… here.” The feline then passed the tome to Rubrum, looking into his eyes. “It didn’t take me too long to find. I guess I’m lucky.” 

Rubrum’s smile was warm. “Thank you, Maestro. There’s a reason you’re my top student.” He then placed the tome down on the table and continued, “But I didn’t expect you to go through all this effort for me. I only mentioned the book once.” 

Maestro grinned and shrugged. “Once was enough for me,” he said. “I just care about your research, yaknow?” 

“I know you do,” Rubrum replied. He then sat at the table, motioning to the tea set on its surface: a silver kettle surrounded by two delicate ceramic teacups, each embroidered with a floral design. “Care to join me for some tea? We have all night to flirt,” Rubrum teased. 

Maestro giggled and replied, “Of course.” He sat in the chair opposite Rubrum and watched as the canine calmly poured tea into the teacups. Vapors rose from the ceramic and swirled in the air. The scent of bitter herbs greeted the feline’s nose.

“Pecha leaves?” Maestro asked. 

Rubrum smiled. “Yes!” he replied. “I picked them this morning. The community garden is just beginning to bloom.” 

“Oh! Is it? I’ve been cooped up in my dorm for much too long,” Maestro said, and sighed. “It’s actually been a little lonely. I love being a bookworm, but it’s been a bit much. Even for me.”

The Lucario tenderly sipped from his cup, savoring its scent. He calmly placed it down on its dish. He said, “Yes. I understand what it’s like. Before you, I was the academy’s top performer. It… is exhausting.” He looked askance. “It’s why I admire you so much, Maestro.” 

“Y–yes, well…” Maestro raised his cup to his lips, struggling to think of a response. The compliment had caught him wholly off-guard. “...Thank you. I appreciate it. Your support means a lot to me. I mean, I don’t know who else I would go to without you.” 

Rubrum smiled. His fangs glinted with firelight. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s important to me that you’re cared for. Talent like yours shouldn’t be wasted.” He then shook his head, attempting to dislodge his romantic thoughts. “So, uh. How’s your research been going?” he asked.

“It’s been fine,” Maestro explained. “I recently began studying the origins of Aurum gears.” He held the gear wrapped around his neck, watching it reflect the torches. “I mean, we still don’t know who made these things. It’s just… isn’t it weird that we have thousands of these magical artifacts? And that no one knows their original use?” He frowned and let go of the gear, letting it flop on his chest. “They don’t scratch, or rust, or break. Expert technology. And now they’re just glorified member cards.” 

Professor Rubrum leaned over the table, idly stirring his tea. His paw reached for the canister of sugar. “You know…there might be some hints about that in that volume you brought to me,” he said. “I can’t guarantee anything, but it’s worth a shot.” 

Maestro glanced upward. His heart skipped a beat. His grip on the teacup tightened. “That’s what I was hoping,” he said. 

Rubrum pursed his lips. “Again, I can’t guarantee it. But there’s a cypher spread throughout the Aurum Chronicles that was only discovered ten years ago. And of course, a cypher cannot be fully decoded until we have its full source. So without the third volume, findings have been incomplete.”

“No way!” Maestro exclaimed. “Why didn’t I hear about this?!” 

The Lucario shrugged. He pushed his glasses up. “Well, it’s tough to publish incomplete findings. No one really wants to hear about a cypher that’s only three-fourths complete, even if the information comes from me…” 

“You discovered it?!” Maestro yelled, slamming his paw on the table. Ripples formed on the surface of the tea set. “That’s so cool! I had no idea!”

Rubrum flashed a shy smile. “W–well, the research was mostly private. I did it for fun as a student. But without the third volume… well, I only got so far.” He huffed. “And my career got in the way, too. Being a professor is hard.” 

A pause. Rubrum suddenly felt Maestro’s paw rub against his own. He looked up to see Maestro staring at him. 

“Maybe we can do some private research together, then,” Maestro proposed. His ears flitted. “With you and I combined, the cypher doesn’t stand a chance.” 

Rubrum’s expression softened. A sense of weary gratitude rose within his chest. “I would love that,” he said. “Thank you, Maestro.”

The Lucario’s gaze then fixated on Maestro’s body. The student had always amazed Rubrum. But on nights like this, Rubrum felt… more. Maestro’s mint-colored fur, his piercing blue stare, his smooth, calming voice… all of it made the canine’s chest flutter. He didn’t want to admit it, but his student made him feel something he’d never felt before. 

Maestro smiled bashfully. He blurted, “You know, um… this is kinda out of left field, but I’m glad you were my first time.” He swirled his tea. “It felt really good to just lay in your arms afterward.”

“I–I’m glad, too,” Rubrum responded. He blushed. “I still can’t believe we snuck out into the Intermediary Area just to have sex. It was so… so fun. I hadn’t felt that excited in years. Like I was a student again.” 

“I felt the same,” Maestro said. “To be honest, I was eyeing you for our entire first semester together.”

Rubrum waved his paw. “Oh, I know. You weren’t exactly subtle.”

The feline’s jaw dropped. “R–really? Was it that obvious?”

Rubrum grinned. He said, “Yes. And I thought it was cute how infatuated you were with me. Always volunteering, always talking to me after class. It felt like you were always making excuses to see me again.”

Maestro chuckled and responded, “Ha. I guess I was. But you liked it.” 

Silence. The pair stared into each others’ eyes. Maestro squeezed Rubrum’s paw, tracing a claw along his palm.

“You’re beautiful under the torchlight,” Maestro said. 

Fey’s paws pattered on the stone floor as he trotted down the dim corridor. Which door was it again…? He always had trouble navigating the academy’s hallways after dark. Every damn hall looked the damn same! And the endless wooden doors didn’t help, either. An aurum gear clattered against his chest, upheld by a scratchy piece of twine.  

As the canine walked, his mind wandered. Despite his carefree attitude, he actually cared greatly about impressing Professor Rubrum. The pair had become friends during introductory artificing classes a year prior. He still remembered emerging from a mud pit with an aural conduit in his mouth during their final archaeological dig. He was filthy, of course; but Rubrum was gobsmacked at Fey’s excavation skills. All those years scavenging in the intermediary zone were good for something, Fey supposed.

Of course, it wasn’t long after that Fey discovered Rubrum’s thick ass. The thrill of hearing Rubrum beg for his cock… god, it almost made him hard just thinking about it. 

“Fey?”

The sudden call jolted the Sylveon from his thoughts. He turned around and was greeted by Asher’s imposing figure. The rabbit loomed over the dog, staring curiously. “What are you doing out so late?”

The Sylveon smiled. “Oh! Hi, Asher! I’m, uh…” Fey then wrinkled his nose. “Wait a second. What are you doing out so late?”

Asher threw his paws in the air. “Work has been insane,” he said. “The library just got a shipment of new books. I was stacking them for five hours today, so I had to stay late,” he explained. He then tapped his foot on the cold stone. “But you didn’t answer my question. Why are you wandering the halls at this hour?” 

Fey’s tail wagged. He said, “W–well, to be honest… I’m going to Professor Rubrum’s chambers.”

The rabbit chuckled. “Oh, his chambers. Alright, I see what’s going on,” he said. He then looked around, staring at the sconced torches. “You know that’s on the other side of the building, right?”

Fey smacked his head with his ribbon. “What? No way!” He groaned. “I’m so horrible with directionssssss.”

Asher tilted his head. “Hey, hey. Don’t worry. I can take you there, if you want. Better than making you walk all alone.” 

“A–are you sure?” Fey asked. “I don’t wanna keep you busy after work.”

Asher shrugged. He said, “I was just planning to read tonight, so you’re not interrupting anything. It’ll only take a second, anyway.”

The canine’s face lit up. His paws did a little dance. “Really? Oh, thank you, thank you!” He then pranced to the rabbit’s shin and gave him a gentle lick. 

“H–hey, hey. No need to thank me,” Asher said, and turned around. “Let’s get going.”

And so the pair departed, navigating the halls together. The air was silent for a bit. Then, Asher’s voice cut through the quiet. 

“So, do you and Rubrum fuck often?” he asked.

“Um…” Fey thought for a moment. He said, “Not super often. Rubrum’s kinda busy. But tonight Maestro invited me over to join them!”

Asher laughed. “Oh, of course Maestro arranged this. The dude is a total show-off. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course.” 

“Yeah, I think he’s my favorite show-off,” Fey joked. “I think they had a date first tonight, and now I’m coming over.” 

“Oh!” Asher’s eyes widened. “They’re together?”

“No, no.” Fey shook his head. “They’re not together, but they’re close. Taking things at their own pace, I think,” he explained. 

Asher nodded. “Ah. I get it,” he said. And the pair walked in silence again.

After only a few minutes, the pair neared Professor Rubrum’s door. Two torches laid on either side of it, lighting its immediate vicinity.

Asher motioned toward the door. “Here we are,” he said. “Have fun, alright? Don’t sprain yourself.”

Fey giggled. “Of course! Thank you f–”

The Sylveon paused. Muffled moans emanated from beyond the door, causing the canine’s ears to perk. “Wait,” he said. “Do you hear that?”

Asher stopped to listen. His ears rotated above his head like antennae. “Huh. Sounds like they began without you,” he said. 

Fey grinned mischievously. Asher watched as he steadily crept closer to the door, putting his cyan eye to the keyhole.

Fey’s face then turned bright red. His tail wagged. “A–Asher!” Fey whispered. “Come and see this!” 

The rabbit rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said. “But after this, I’m reading in my dorm. Today’s been long.” He then stooped down to one knee and placed his eye to the peephole, letting his eye adjust to the brightness of Rubrum’s chambers. What was so special about– 

Immediately, his jaw dropped. 

Maestro held Rubrum flush against the wall of the chamber, the couple’s maws lovingly entwined. The Meowscarada grasped Rubrum by his wrists while he violated the canine’s mouth. Muffled moans escaped Rubrum’s maw.. Asher could just barely make out the Lucario’s knotted cock, glistening faintly by the light of the fire. 

“H–huh. I didn’t know Rubrum liked it so rough,” Asher whispered. For some reason, he couldn’t look away. What were his evening plans again? It didn’t matter. They were canceled. 

Fey poked the rabbit’s shoulder with his ribbon. “Um, Asher? You look a little excited,” he teased.

Asher quivered as he looked downward. Fuck, he was hard! That didn’t take long. The thrill of peeping on his professor like this made his body shiver. “What can I say? I like what I see,” Asher said. “I never realized how tall Maestro is. Or how big Rubrum is… down there.”

Fey laughed nervously. He whimpered as he felt his cock emerge from his sheath. “C–can I see again?”

“Of course.” Asher stepped away and motioned toward the door with a flourish. “All yours,” he said.

Inside Rubrum’s chambers, Maestro plunged himself inside his professor’s maw, savoring every one of his professor’s moans. The Lucario’s body shivered with every flick of the feline’s tongue. His glasses clattered to the floor. His cock throbbed against Maestro’s groin. 

Maestro then pulled himself away, staring into Rubrum’s scarlet eyes. Every part of his professor’s body excited him. Rubrum’s toned pecs peeked from behind his tight vest. His arms were thin and soft, his thighs thick and pillowy. Just thinking about his professor’s chubby ass made Maestro salivate.

The feline then turned his attention to his professor’s member. Its cherry-red shaft emerged shyly from its blue sheath. Precum dribbled from its spade-like tip, dripping slowly down onto its contours. Rubrum’s knot was half-emerged from his sheath, pulsating as Maestro inspected it.

“You’re adorable when I hold you tight like this,” Maestro teased. “Your little quivers and yelps are just so cute.” 

Rubrum scoffed. “Do you get off watching your professor melt?” he joked.

“I don’t know,” Maestro said. He pushed his mint-colored sheath onto Rubrum’s navy fur. His grip tightened. “Does having your student use you turn you on?” he asked.

The Lucario smiled. He admitted, “Yes, but I’d prefer you hold me down on the bed. This wall is bad for my back.”

“Wish granted,” Maestro replied. He then reached his paw under Rubrum’s ass, scooping the canine swiftly into his arms. Involuntary whimpers fell from Rubrum’s lips as he felt himself carried to his bed and laid flat on the soft sheets. His face reddened. His paws rose to cover his face.

“What?” Maestro asked with a smug grin. “You don’t like being picked up by your Meowscarada in shining armor?” 

Rubrum chuckled nervously. “I just can’t believe you’re so much stronger than me,” he admitted. “I, uh, kinda love it.”

The feline loomed over Rubrum, tracing his claw along his professor’s cock. He teased, “Yeah, I can tell you do. Your dick is so cute.” 

The Lucario moaned as Maestro grazed his shaft. “Be careful with that,” Rubrum said. “You don’t know your own strength.”

Maestro raised an eyebrow. “Don’t I?” he asked, and crawled onto the bed. Once again he grasped his professor’s wrists, holding them firmly against the bed. His chest heaved above Rubrum’s, their gazes meeting. 

The feline’s maw contorted into a twisted grin. He licked his lips and lowered himself onto Rubrum’s neck, gently licking the canine’s fur. He then began to suck on Rubrum’s thin skin, making his professor shake in bliss. 

“Be a good boy,” Maestro said. “Tell me how much you want to feel me.” 

“F–fuck. Please, mark me, Maestro,” Rubrum begged. Maestro’s smooth voice made him swoon. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at the predatory feline. “I–I want you to mark me so everyone knows who I belong to. Please.”

Maestro raised an eyebrow. He joked, “Everyone? Aw, but cutie… you have lectures to do. Are you sure you want all your students to know who you belong to?” 

Of course, Maestro already knew the answer.

“Yes,” Rubrum replied. His eyes begged for more. “I–I want you to show me off as your property.” He thrust his neck outward, beckoning the predator toward it. “Take it,” Rubrum said. “It’s yours.” 

Maestro flashed a toothy grin. He wordlessly bent down toward Rubrum’s neck, again gracing his skin with tender licks. He then bared his fangs and sunk them deeply into the canine’s neck, his teeth disappearing under a thick layer of blue fur. Rubrum writhed in pleasure as he felt himself taken completely by Maestro. His legs shuddered; his arms pressed uselessly against Maestro’s clutches. A fierce moan escaped his mouth. His eyes were frantic. “M–more! Please!” 

Maestro pulled back, admiring the red splotch which remained on Rubrum’s skin. “More?” he teased. “You really do want to be seen as mine.” 

“I–I just need you,” Rubrum sputtered. 

The feline tilted his head and licked his lips. The faint taste of blood remained on his fangs. “Then let’s see what you can take,” he said. 

Maestro then lowered himself over Rubrum’s shoulder, suckling on him before baring his fangs and biting down once more. He could feel Rubrum writhe under his grasp, each movement making the Lucario’s tendons strain under Maestro’s teeth. Rubrum’s tail thumped harshly against the side of the bed. His chest heaved. His voice was reduced to a high-pitched whine.

When Maestro removed himself, there remained a red indent on the Lucario’s skin. “This’ll last a while,” Maestro said. “Good luck hiding that from your class.” 

Maestro then let go of Rubrum’s wrists, but the Lucario’s arms remained slack. The feline raised his paws over his head in a brief stretch, then placed his paws on either side of Rubrum’s head. The poor canine was still reeling from Maestro’s bites. His eyes were clouded, his mouth agape. 

“Enough pain,” Maestro said. “It’s time for a little pleasure.” 

He then lowered his groin onto Rubrum’s, allowing the tip of his cock to rub against Rubrum’s shaft. Maestro bit his lip as he felt himself grow against his lover. “F–fuck. God, that feels good,” he said. 

A dizzied smile rose to Rubrum’s maw. His chest rose and fell in anticipation. Hot breath rose from his nostrils. “Then keep going,” Rubrum begged. “I want to feel your cock against mine.”

Maestro smiled. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he teased, and grinded himself on Rubrum’s cock. Maestro felt his sheath slip back, revealing his thick member. Its tip was arrow-like, surrounded by a ring of small soft spines. Below it hung a pair of large fuzzy testicles which contracted with every thrust of Maestro’s hips. Rubrum’s tail thumped against Maestro’s side.

“Aww. Professor, your tail is wagging,” Maestro said. “Are you that happy to feel me?” 

A labored grunt spilled from Rubrum. He glanced at Maestro and said, “I love the way it feels against mine. You’re so much thicker than me.” 

Maestro raised an eyebrow and teased, “All the better to fill you up, dummy.” He then leaned down and hovered his face over Rubrum’s, savoring the fear in his professor’s eyes. Maestro felt like a predator hunting his prey. His breath washed over Rubrum’s maw. The taste of blood still lingered in his mouth. His claws gripped the bedsheets.  

In one swift motion, Maestro’s maw seized Rubrum’s. He plunged his tongue far into Rubrum’s mouth, swabbing its insides while listening to his professor’s whines. Like a feral animal, Maestro growled and devoured his catch. At the same time, he thrust himself harshly onto Rubrum’s package. His cock throbbed as its spines grazed the canine’s knot. Sticky precum leaked from the Lucario onto Maestro’s tummy, creating tendrils which stretched between the two with every frantic shove.

Meanwhile, Fey still watched the pair from outside. His breathing was labored, his ears folded back against his head. His cock stood fully erect, begging to be touched. “F–fuck… they’re really going at it,” Fey huffed. The canine’s white fur shone orange in the firelight. “It’s so hot.” 

Asher tilted his head, smiling. He remained hard as well. “Then why don’t you go in?” he suggested. “You could walk right in and join them if you wanted to.”

A pause. Asher watched as Fey’s ribbons slithered along the floor, slowly meandering to his groin. Fey’s face contorted in pleasure as he wrapped his ribbons around himself, dribbling lust on the stone floor. “N–no,” Fey said. “I just wanna watch for a second. They’re so hot. I just… hnnng…” His canid dick visibly throbbed. Its contours glistened with precum.  

“Even if someone sees you?” Asher said, and chortled. “This hallway is public. Or maybe that just turns you on more.” 

Fey’s cheeks turned red. “S–so what if it does?” he shot back, clearly embarrassed. “It just… fuck, I need to touch myself.” The canine then looked back through the door, wagging his tail. “A–and you can too, um… if you want.” 

Asher rolled his eyes, then furrowed his brow. Like lightning, an idea struck him. Was he really going to do this in public?

Yes, of course. The answer was yes. Without another word, Asher walked calmly to Fey’s backside. 

Fey continued to stare into the keyhole, allowing Asher to disappear from his periphery. He just couldn’t stop looking at Maestro. The Meowscarada was confident, domineering, handsome… and the way he looked at Rubrum was terrifyingly arousing. His grunts as he thrust himself against Rubrum made Fey’s legs weak. It was just –

The Sylveon gasped as he felt something press against his ass. He turned, slack jawed, to see Asher pressing himself inside the subservient canine. The rabbit simply grinned. His cock was thin and long, its pink shaft tapering smoothly into a fine tip. It pulsated against Fey’s hole.

“Need some help getting off?” Asher asked. 

Fey’s brain almost shut down. His tail thumped. His ears folded against his head in submission. He struggled to speak, but finally managed to sputter, “Y–yes. Just please, don’t be gentle.”

Asher laughed. “Yessir,” he said, and wrapped his strong paws around the Sylveon’s haunches. “I’ll be as rough as I can without alerting them to our presence. Now, loosen up.” 

Fey’s little chest heaved as he turned back toward the door. Maestro held Rubrum fully in his embrace now, their bodies pressed fully together, filling in each others’’ gaps. Fey bit his lip. Fuck, it was hot watching them make love. The couple had totally forgotten that Fey was even supposed to arrive. 

As Fey watched the lovebirds, Asher grunted and plunged himself inside of Fey for the first time. The dog’s body shook as he felt the rabbit enter him, his small knotted cock quivering in pleasure. His spine arched as Asher’s warm cock filled him up. His ribbons’ grip tightened around himself.

“F–fuck. Oh, you feel good,” Asher grunted, savoring the canine’s soft ass. He instinctively squeezed the Sylveon’s tummy, moving Fey across himself like a fleshlight. Fey’s fluffy tail brushed against his chest. Asher couldn’t stifle his moans. “You’re so warm inside. Mmmmph…” 

Fey struggled to keep quiet, wrapping a ribbon around his maw in order to suppress his whimpers. He could barely control his front paws anymore, allowing his front half to dip onto the ground as his ass hung helplessly in the air.

Asher chuckled. Butterflies danced in his chest. “What, struggling not to make noise? You’re so cute, Fey. It makes me even more eager to fuck you.” He then began rhythmically thrusting his hips inside the canine, his little tail flitting behind him. The feeling of having sex in public like this excited Asher. Just the thought that Rubrum or Maestro could open the door any second made him pound Fey’s little ass even harder. 

Fey struggled not to completely melt under the rabbit’s embrace. His lower half devolved into a gooey, warm mess as he felt himself thoroughly used. Asher’s cock hugged the boy’s prostate with every plunge, making the canine’s heart race. Muffled grunts fell through the ribbon which wrapped around his face. 

Maestro’s voice then rang through the wooden door, causing Fey to struggle to his feet. He watched as Maestro lifted himself from Rubrum’s maw.

“Wanna take this to the next level?” Maestro proposed. “I can tell how desperate you are.” 

Rubrum smiled weakly. He shrugged. “Wh–what gave it away?” he joked. His breath smelled like pecha berries. 

Maestro smirked and slid himself down Rubrum’s body, positioning his maw above Rubrum’s package. The feline then pressed his nose against his professor’s sheath, inhaling deeply. Rubrum’s musk was intoxicating. Heady, with a hint of patchouli and sweat. The Lucario’s balls shifted as Maestro’s muzzle hugged them. The feline then gently lapped at Rubrum’s scrotum, licking his professor’s matted navy blue fur. 

The Lucario squirmed as his manhood was worshiped by his lover. He felt the Meowscarada’s rough tongue move from his testicles to his sheath, then to his sensitive, swelled knot. Rubrum’s hips humped instinctively the moment Maestro grazed his pink flesh, forcing Maestro to hold the canine down by grasping his legs. Maestro’s claws then dug into Rubrum’s plush thighs. 

“Keep still, baby. I’m not even close to done with you,” Maestro teased. But internally, his heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had called Rubrum ‘baby.’ But as he looked into his professor’s adoring eyes, Maestro realized he didn’t regret it. 

Fuck. He was in love. 

Pushing his thoughts aside, Maestro moved himself to the tip of Rubrum’s cock, lapping at the canine’s arrow-like glans. With every lick, Rubrum’s cock twitched uncontrollably. Precum dripped from its tip, and Maestro licked it up greedily. Desperate moans poured from Rubrum’s maw.

“P–please, Maestro. More. I need more. I–I need to be inside you,” Rubrum begged.

Maestro smirked. “Such a good boy,” he said, sinking his claws further into Rubrum’s thighs. “I wish I could tease you more, but you’ve been such a good boy. I just need to pleasure you.”

Rubrum’s adoring, dreamy gaze met Maestro’s. The Meowscarada then lowered himself onto Rubrum’s dick, taking its tip fully in his mouth. The Lucario gasped in pleasure as he felt himself enveloped by Maestro’s rough, warm tongue. Maestro exhaled warm air along Rubrum’s tummy as he began to pump himself along the canine’s length. Slowly at first, working his way along every bump and ridge of the canine’s cock, savoring the bitter salty taste of his lust, inhaling his professor’s pungent musk. 

But desire soon fully overtook him. The predator had finally caught his prey; and now it was time to devour him. Maestro slid his maw fully across Rubrum, kissing his knot with every pump of his jaw. Rubrum’s cock remained lovingly cradled between Maestro’s maw and the roof of his mouth. The tip of Rubrum’s dick just barely entered Maestro’s tight throat with each pump, tensing and dripping warm lust into his lover’s tummy. 

Guttural moans spilled from Rubrum’s mouth. He threw his head back, knocking his glasses onto the floor as he frantically humped Maestro’s throat. His paws pressed against the back of Maestro’s head, attempting to guide the feline’s rhythm, but his grip was too weak to change Maestro’s course. He was fully at the mercy of the feline predator, and he knew it. Only Maestro would decide when Rubrum could cum. 

Maestro removed one paw from Rubrum’s thigh, silently sliding it between Rubrum’s legs and gently massaging his package. The sensation nearly overwhelmed Rubrum’s body. His legs shook. His chest heaved. His heart raced. 

“M–Maestro! I… I love you. Please, keep going!” 

Maestro should’ve paused there. He should’ve been surprised, or taken aback. But he wasn’t. He was turned on, finally making love to Rubrum like he always wanted. Fuck. He needed to make his professor cum inside him.

Maestro wrapped his lips tightly around his professor’s cock, ignoring the burning of his jaw, and slowly moved himself downward until he kissed Rubrum’s knot. He could feel Rubrum throbbing inside his mouth, desperate for one final push. And Maestro was prepared to give it.

The feline took a deep breath and plunged himself fully toward the base of Rubrum’s member, taking the canine’s knot fully inside his maw. Rubrum’s glans laid fully inside of Maestro’s throat now, tensing against the feline’s insides. His knot swelled and shook, completely filling Maestro’s mouth. Pathetic whines erupted from Maestro’s prey.

“Fuck! Maestro! Maestro, I’m gonna cum!” Rubrum’s thrusting became crazed and disorganized. His entire body tensed up, his breathing uneven. His spine arched. His paws curled tightly around Maestro’s fur, his voice becoming a high-pitched squeal. And with one final push, he thrust himself as deeply as he could inside his lover’s mouth. Rubrum’s knot swelled, and waves of hot cum erupted down Maestro’s throat. His mind then dissolved into a blissful haze as his chest heaved.

Maestro swallowed each wave of Rubrum’s seed, allowing it to pump directly down his throat. He became enraptured with the tensing of Rubrum’s body, the rhythmic dance they’d performed together. He then slowly removed Rubrum from himself, passing Rubrum’s glans from his throat and past his lips. As Rubrum exited the feline, a string of cum fell from Maestro’s full maw, dribbling down his chin.

Rubrum then watched in awe as Maestro calmly scraped the canine’s seed off of his face with his claw. Maestro stared at his paw for a moment, and met Rubrum’s gaze with a predatory smirk. The feline then lifted the claw to his mouth and lapped the last of Rubrum’s love off of it. A small moan escaped Maestro’s lips.

“So, how was that?” Maestro asked, the salty taste of cum hanging on his lips. “Did your student satisfy you, professor?” 

Rubrum could barely form a coherent sentence through his pleasured daze. He stuttered, “Y–yes. Yes, Maestro. It was… oh my god.” 

Maestro smiled. He said, “Well, good. But I’m not quite done with you yet. Consider that… the appetizer.” 

Rubrum’s moans emanated past his door and into the corridor beyond. They rang in Fey’s ears as his mind disintegrated into a mess of pleasure. Asher’s cock buried itself fully inside the canine’s ass now, echoing slaps down the stone hallway. The rabbit held Fey’s rump in the air by his tail and pumped himself into the dog’s ass like a cocksleeve. His other paw cradled Fey’s soft undercarriage. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Asher growled. “Not trying to keep quiet now, are we?”

Fey shivered. He attempted to respond, but his lips couldn’t form the right words. He only managed to emit a mindless whine. His hindlegs had fully given out, melting into a quivering heap. The rabbit’s cock throbbed inside of him, his tummy heaving against Fey’s backside. 

Asher’s grip tightened around Fey’s tail and belly. He bit his lip. Grunts poured from his chest. His thrusts became aggressive and mindless as the canine’s warm ass massaged him from the inside. 

The Sylveon couldn’t take it anymore. A tingling sensation filled him from head to toe. His body shook. His voice was shrill, begging mindlessly for Asher to impregnate him as his ribbons wrapped tightly around himself. His asshole contracted, his cock twitched, and streams of cum erupted from him uncontrollably with each thrust of Asher’s hips. 

Fey’s contractions pushed Asher over the edge. The Cinderace grimaced, plunging himself as deeply as he could inside Fey’s tight hole. His focus slipped. His toes curled, his abdomen tensed. A mighty roar sounded from the rabbit as he threw his entire body weight into one last push, filling the moaning canine with his seed. His warmth filled Fey completely, spilling from the canine’s asshole and coating Asher’s package in a thick coat of lust.

Asher then instinctively curled forward onto the Sylveon’s back. But as he threw himself forward, the world suddenly swirled around him. A moment of panic as his feet left the ground. He hurriedly let go of Fey’s body and outstretched his arms, but it was too late. In a mix of orgasmic bliss and terror, he tumbled headfirst into the wooden door. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

The door to Rubrum’s chambers slammed open as Fey and Asher spilled into the torchlit chamber. Fey’s body fell limply on the wooden floor, his legs splayed like a puppet whose strings were cut. Cum visibly leaked from his asshole onto the wooden planks, forming a small puddle under his wagging tail. His face remained flush against the floor, totally prone. 

Asher stood embarrassedly on all-fours above Fey, his dick still spewing seed onto the Sylveon’s back. He blushed intensely as he stared into Rubrum and Maestro’s eyes, attempting to think of something to say. Maestro straddled Rubrum’s groin, his cock still throbbing against his professor’s package.

Silence as the four pokemon stared at one another, dumbfounded. And after what seemed like an eternity, Maestro broke the silence. 

“So, uh… are you gonna join us, or what?” the feline asked.

Asher smiled awkwardly. He sputtered, “S–sure. Look, I know this looks weird, but I can explain. I was leading Fey here because he got lost, and we heard–”

Rubrum raised his paw, still laying on the bed. Asher stopped in his tracks, awaiting Rubrum’s judgment. Tension hung in the air.

But the Lucario simply rolled his eyes and said, “We could hear you moaning outside the door. It doesn’t take a researcher to know someone’s watching us.” He chuckled. “Now, are you going to top us, or not?” 

More silence. Fey groaned from the floorboards. Cum trickled down his hindlegs. “J–just gimme a sec,” the Sylveon said, turning onto his side and catching his breath. “G–go on without me, Asher. I need to regain feeling in my legs.” 

Maestro clapped, as if beginning a performance onstage. He chirped, “Alright, then! Asher, would you mind closing the door?” 

“S–sure.” Asher rose on unsteady legs and shut the wooden door, hearing it lock with a satisfying click. He then turned back to see Rubrum on all-fours as Maestro faced his chubby blue ass. The feline beckoned to Asher.

“Mind fucking me while I take Rubrum?” Maestro asked. 

Asher grinned and stepped forward. “Yeah, I can do that,” he said, and kneeled behind Maestro on the bed. He gripped himself and positioned his dick under Maestro’s fluffy backside, enjoying his view of the feline’s little ass. 

“Enjoying the view?” Maestro joked. “I know my ass isn’t much, but I’ll ride you better than anyone.” 

Rubrum scoffed, raising a paw to his face in mock offense. “Well, I never! As an academic, I can confidently say I’m the best bottom here,” he teased. Asher and Maestro laughed. 

“Yeah, well, you got my vote of confidence,” Maestro said. He then slipped his thumbs between his professor’s cheeks and spread them wide, ogling at the canine’s pink asshole. Rubrum puckered in anticipation as he waited for Maestro to enter him.

Asher placed his paws on Maestro’s shoulders. “What’s the hold up? I’m waiting for you to get inside Rubrum,” the rabbit said. 

Maestro giggled. “What, I can’t admire a meal before eating it?” he asked.

The Cinderace rolled his eyes. “You lovebirds. Can’t get enough of each other. Sickening,” he teased. 

A smirk rose to Maestro’s face. “Fine. I’ll get started, then,” he said, and pushed the tip of his cock against Rubrum’s ass. 

The Lucario gasped and buried his face into the bed sheets as he felt Maestro plunge his way inside him. A dollop of cum squirted from his dick onto the bed. He grasped the bed frame and grimaced as Maestro’s cock tapered outward toward its base, stretching the canine’s ass.

“Aw, look. He’s wagging,” Asher teased. “I didn’t know our professor was such an anal slut.” 

Maestro looked over his shoulder, flashing a devilish grin. “He’s not the only one,” he said, sticking his ass outward. “Now get inside me, silly rabbit.” 

The feline rested himself fully inside Rubrum, feeling the canine’s tail beat against his chest. He then waited as Asher positioned himself behind him.

Maestro smirked. He said, “You’re taking a long time back there, Asher. Too scared to top m–”

Maestro’s quip was interrupted by the pressure of Asher’s member against his hole. An embarrassing little whine spilled from his maw. His body nearly went slack, falling on top of Rubrum and laying flush against his professor’s back.

“Oh, I love it when you put pressure on me like that,” Rubrum said.

Maestro replied, “It’s not exactly voluntary. I, uh, kinda lose control when I’m penetrated like this.”

Asher chuckled. “Oh, so this is how I can shut you up. The star student, reduced to a cocksleeve,” he teased. A groan as he forced himself further inside Maestro. “How–hnng–scandalous.”

Asher then began to thrust rhythmically inside Maestro, plunging in and out of his mint-green fur. Maestro yelped pathetically as Asher pushed up against his prostate. The rabbit couldn’t help but find the feline’s noises adorable. Maestro talked a big game, but the moment Asher was inside him… well, it was a different story. 

Sandwiched between the two pokemon, Maestro struggled to keep his bravado up. A dumb grin spread across his face as he began to match Asher’s rhythm, pushing himself inside Rubrum’s asshole. “I–I’m not just a cocksleeve,” Maestro said. “I’m mostly a top, I swear.” 

Asher then shot back, “Tough talk for a boy with a cock in his ass,” and pushed himself deeper inside the feline. The sudden pressure made Maestro squeal. He doubled over on Rubrum’s back, sticking his face fully into the Lucario’s silvery hair. 

F–fuck. Maestro was going to become a moaning mess soon. He couldn’t stop it. The feeling of penetrating his love, while being fucked in turn… it overstimulated his brain in all the right ways. It’s almost as if his hips moved on their own, bucking in subconscious tandem with Rubrum and Asher in a writhing mass of pleasure. 

The smell of Rubrum’s fur pervaded Maestro’s nostrils, beckoning him to bury his face deeper. Aged paper, sweat, pecha berries. Rubrum’s moans perforated the air, spiking as Maestro’s warm precum trickled into him. Maestro felt himself slipping into a submissive fog. His control over his body slipped. Asher thrust him forward, and Rubrum pushed him back. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

Rubrum suddenly froze under Maestro’s grasp. “O–oh fuck.” The Lucario shivered, arching his spine and biting his lip. “Fey… you… ah…” 

Surprised at the sudden shift, Maestro glanced up from Rubrum’s hair, only to see Fey’s fluffy tail wagging. The sneaky Sylveon had slid under Professor Rubrum! 

“Fuck!” Rubrum struggled to keep himself upright as his forearms shook. Fey laid on his tummy, tucked underneath the Lucario’s body, and suckled dutifully on Rubrum’s dick. Fey’s maw was warm and inviting. Rubrum could feel spurts of lust leaking into Fey’s mouth, trickling down the back of the Sylveon’s throat. Cum still leaked from Fey’s ass onto the bed sheets, forming a small stream which stretched across Rubrum’s paw. 

From behind, Asher moaned. “Damn, you’re tight,” the rabbit said between bated breaths. He wiped sweat off his forehead. “I love the way you contract around me, Maestro.”
 
The comment made Maestro’s mind swim. He scrambled to put together a coherent sentence. He replied, “Hnnng… Well, uh, I, um… It’s hard not to get turned on with all this…” 

Smooth, Maestro thought to himself. Definitely something a dominant top would say.

Rubrum laughed at Maestro from below. “I can tell you’re excited. You keep throbbing inside me,” he teased.

Maestro recoiled. He groaned. “Since when am I the one being teased during sex?!” he cried, filling the room with laughter. 

“Sh–shtop! It’sh hard to laugh wif cock in my mouf!” Fey pouted.

But the whimsy didn’t last long. Asher began to thrust again, hammering Maestro’s prostate with his tapered cock. At the same time, Rubrum bounced his ass on Maestro’s member, savoring the cacophony of moans filling the room. 

Maestro was once again thrust into bliss, unable to control his body’s movements. His consciousness faded, replaced with the need to cum inside his lover. The feline’s spine arched under Asher’s embrace. His breathing became ragged. His legs became unsteady and weak, buckling completely under Asher’s weight. Embarrassing squeals flooded from his maw.

“Aw? Gonna cum already?” Asher teased. He dug his paws harshly into the Meowscarada’s shoulders and held him upright, whispering into his ear. “You know, I’ll let you cuddle me when we’re done if you cum on my cock,” Asher said.

“Sh–shut up,” Maestro said. But Asher was right. Maestro was getting close. Every sensation made his spine tingle. His knees against the bed sheets; Rubrum’s thighs against his own; Asher’s sweat matting Maestro’s fur. 

“I–I’m gonna…” Maestro shivered and wrapped his paws tightly around Rubrum’s chest, hugging the Lucario close. The feline’s chest heaved against Rubrum’s back. “Fuck!”

Maestro’s entire body spasmed and tensed. A hoarse squeal erupted from his maw as his claws dug deeply into Rubrum’s fur. He then thrust himself as deep as he could inside Rubrum’s ass, unleashing wave after wave of love into Rubrum’s insides. 

“Awww! Good boy,” Asher cooed, petting Maestro’s head. “Good boy. Such a good boy.” 

Below them both, the warmth of Maestro’s cum caused Rubrum to shiver. It was unforgettable, the feeling of being filled up by his star student. He adored the pain of Maestro’s claws, the sound of his desperate breaths, the weight of his body. Rubrum’s breath was quick and desperate. He felt like he was floating. 

“Fey… keep going!” Rubrum cried, his humps intensifying. “K–keep… ah!” 

The Sylveon’s ears twitched, and he took the entirety of Rubrum inside him, knot and all. Almost immediately, Rubrum’s seed cascaded down Fey’s throat, spilling out of his small maw and onto the bed sheets.The canine sputtered as he struggled to drink each spurt of Rubrum’s lust.

Rubrum’s asshole then contracted around Maestro, causing the feline to recoil. Overwhelmed, Maestro quickly removed himself from his professor, weakly waving his paws. “G–guys, hold on. I think I need a break,” he said. “It’s, uh, a little too much.”

Asher nodded. He said, “Got it,” and removed himself from Maestro’s backside. He then sat down on the edge of his bed, still leaking. He watched as Maestro’s breathing steadied.

Rubrum also struggled to regain his senses. His body quivered. “I–I think I need a break too,” he said. “If you’d be so kind, Fey.” 

The Sylveon nodded and unsheathed the Lucario from his mouth, swallowing the last of Rubrum’s cum. “Aye, aye, captain,” he said. 

And so the four pokemon sat, cuddled together on the bed and recuperating. Silence pervaded the air. Fey idly tapped his ribbon on the bed stand. The crackling of torches and the smell of tea.

“Thank you all for coming to my chambers tonight,” Rubrum said. “This has been amazing.” 

Asher giggled and said, “Yeah. Something tells me we’re your favorite students.” 

Rubrum let out a tired chuckle. “Yeah, I guess you are.”

And the four were silent again.