Making the Grade by TBA

The 26th century was a golden era for the formerly human race. After years of separatism and war, one of the worlds continents had been united under one flag and a new government set up to integrate every species into a working society. Under the Collective Species act it had set up, a whole new infrastructure was taking shape.

The University for the Study of Speciatic Relationships was part of this infrastructure. Renowned for its expert staff, meticulous, thorough courses, and a large contingent of research scientists, USSR was at the forefront of integration. It symbolized an exciting new future and drew some of the most creative and intelligent minds from other, single species colleges.

All Laura Bunny cared about, however, was the relationships part.

At 5’6", with heaving breasts, wide hips and loose fitting garments, she was not ashamed to be called a slut. She was, after all, a member of one of the most sex crazed species on Earth.

Back at the home warren her family was surprised when, rather than creating a new family with the first buck she met, she had wanted to go to college. She got in, of course; the college was required to have every possible species type that it could, and there were very few rabbits who felt the need to waste their time learning. Still, those who knew Laura worried about her.

What they didn’t know was that Laura had a thing for other species, a xenophilia that had been her prime interest since the introduction of the Collective Species Act. It had started out as a mere fantasy, and bloomed into an intense obsession. She had spent her last days at home staying up all night (Doing you-know-what), just thinking of the new opportunities that would present themselves to her.

And it had been worth the effort so far. She had had sex with everything from equine to vulpine, from Urseline to Canine, from muselid to Feline. Classes seemed to be a mere distraction between her dates and the parties at night.

It was December, and classes were reaching their first semester finals. For most attending, that meant a few drag on weeks of studying, worrying about grades and praying to their respective god. For Laura it meant a lack of partners and classes that would now take twice her time.

On the day before her first final, she returned to her dorm from an unsuccessful night of boy hunting. Her roommate, a plump skunette with glasses named Christine, greeted her as she walked in.

"Hi Christie," Laura said as she walked through the door.

"You’re back early." Christine’s voice held a wavering irritation; she was sitting on her bed with an open book in her lap.

"Couldn’t find anyone to screw," replied Laura without shame. Christie shifted slightly at the directness of the comment; she was still having trouble getting used to her oversexed roomy.

"Maybe they’re all studying."

"I know. What a bust. You’d think they want to do something fun..."

Christie groaned to herself. Laura was a constant annoyance in her life; the rabbit had not done one bit of schoolwork while she busted her tail off trying to pass her classes. It was little consolation to her that Laura would not get very far in life; she was just a simply backwoods rabbit who would be perfectly happy as long as there was something to shove into her gaping love hole.

"Hey, Laura," said Christie.

"Yeah skunkie?"

"You know, if you don’t study you’re going to fail your classes."

"So what? That’s not why I’m here," said the rabbit cheerfully.

Christie groaned again.

"Well," she said, "If you fail your classes, they’ll kick you out you know..."

"Huh?" said Laura surprised, picking up an ear. "Since when?"

"I thought you knew."

Laura swore to herself. "Christie! I have to do something," She said, suddenly startled out of her boredom. She walked over to the other girl. "You gotta help me!" she cried, and put her hands around her.

Chrstie squirmed, trying to claw free. "Hey, get off.."

"Gee, you sure smell nice for a skunk... you wanna take a break for an hour and have some fun?"

"What are you TALKING about?" Christie asked as she shoved the rabbit away. Damn bunnies, she thought.

"OK, fine," said Laura. "But please, you’re smart, you know what to do right? I have to pass my classes..."

"Well," answered Christie a bit shaking, "You could try studying..."

"But I don’t know what to study!" She cried hopelessly.

"Books?..."

"Books?" Laura looked confusedly at her roommate. Then she smiled as she remembered, "Oh, right, those things... I think they’re in my closet or something..." she disappeared into the closet of the room, emerging with two large, dusty tomes.

"My god Christie, these things are HUGE!" she cried.

"Well, what do you expect?"

"But, I can’t read all of these!"

"I did," Christie muttered to herself. "Well, skim over the pages or something. It’ll be better than nothing."

The rabbit took her friends advice seriously; she was a smart skunk, afterall. But halfway through the first page she gave up after running across the word homogenous.

"Oh, I can’t do this!" She wailed.

"Sure you can," said Christie. She was now further annoyed because she hadn’t been able to even finish a page before being interrupted again.

"No, I have to figure out another way!"

"Well, the teachers might help you, though at this hour..."

The rabbits expression suddenly shifted. "Oh my god, Christie! You’re right!" she bounded across the room and began to hug Christie, who once again found herself trying to squirm out of the uncomfortable embrace of another woman.

"Why," said laura, "I’ll just go right to them"-Christie smiled- "And have sex with them!"—the smile faded—"They’ll surely give me a good grade then!"

The rabbit was suddenly gone, slamming the door behind her. Chrstie looked at the door a moment longer, smoldering in anger, and then turned back to her books.

Laura seemed to fly across campus as she ran towards the lecture halls. What a wonderful idea! Christe was really smart, way more than she had thought. Now she could screw 6 teachers in one night, satisfying her so far unsatisfied craving for hot squeaky love.

But who would she choose first? There was Mr. Reeves, the old water buffalo who taught biology... and Mr. skank, the komodo dragon sociologist... Mr. Scratch in Creative Writing... Mrs. Sandy, who taught lit... but none of those really appealed to her as a first choice. She was feeling extra kinky tonight, and those species she’d already done.

But of course, she thought to herself, Mr. Frostcliff, the History teacher. He was a dragon, an old aging relic of the wars turned professor. Nobody knew how old he was, but surely he wasn’t too old to have fun with a young, sexual bunny such as herself.

She rushed to the history lecture hall. Actually, it was an auditorium, the only building big enough for the dragon. She quietly entered through an unlocked door at the rear. Luckily, the prof was there in front, reading some book. He was an all black dragon, and large. During class he would sit in the center stage, rambling on about one battle or another in times gone past that he had lived in, standing above all of the students, some of which would cower in fear in their seats for the entire classes duration.

Laura practically skipped down one of the aisles. The dragon looked up from his book at the approaching student. He didn’t recognize her at first; not only did he have in excess of 500 students, but she was a rabbit and they all looked the same to him. But as she came closer he felt a rising inside. He remembered that he had a sex crazed prey animal in one of his classes, rather notorious among the teachers for her "antics" during class time, which usually involved her and four or five boys "Sitting quietly" in the back of the room.

"Mr. Frostcliff?" she asked, smiling. The dragon noticed something more than just a smile though; a coy, furtive look with implications of a less than innocent intent.

"Yes, my dear," he said. "What do you want?"

"Um, well..." she moved towards him seductively, not bothering to have a conversation before making her move, "I’ve been having an oh so hard time with your class and, well, I think my grades may be suffering."

"Yes..." he said, "I believe you are actually failing me." Yes, he remembered her now. She had earned exactly one point in the entire class, having written her name on one of the essays, with the brief

title "I wnat Sexks"

"Well, I’m really trying hard to make a good grade on my final, but so many... words, they hurt my head. And, well, I don’t suppose you could.." she ran a hand over his arm and bent down over his desk so he could get a good look at just how loose her dress was, "Help me a little bit?"

The dragon didn’t have to answer; he knew an offer when he saw one. All he did was smile at her as her hand moved to his own. She gently guided it up to her dress and without help he snaked a claw into her cleavage.

Laura shivered at the coldness of the talon, but looked up to him invitingly, pressing her breasts together.

With a quick snap he slit the dress down the middle, releasing Lauras breasts. Like a professional connoisseur of women, he bent his head low and began to gently lick them.

Laura took a hold of his tongue with her soft hands and began to caress it as she would a cock. The dragon murred at this as his hands traveled behind her, cupping her soft behind and reaching under her dress with a talon. Laura took the tongue and began to lick at it with her own; then, opening her mouth wide, sucked it in and began to deep throat it. She moved back and forth against it, smiling around the thick red muscle as the dragon’s claw began to probe at her opening, testing her furry pussy and finding a generous amount of wetness.

They went on like this for several minutes, Laura growing more and more hot and breathing harder, the dragons probing becoming more direct, moving inside of her. She squirmed as the claw slipped inside of her and began to move up and down on it, soon humping abandon.

She abruptly slipped the tongue out of her mouth and cried out as her pussy clamped down around the dragon’s claw; the dragon smiled wickedly, plunging a second claw into her anus, impaling her as her juices ran down his fingers.

But this, of course, was just foreplay. The rabbit gently pushed his hand from under her. She stepped away, the dragon watching luridly, and kicked off her soaked panties and pleaded dress. She walked to his desk, put her hands on the edge, leaned over, and reached down to spread herself invitingly.

"Oh, Mr. Frostcliff! Take me now!’ she begged.

Without hesitating the dragon dropped to all fours and walked over to her like some great beast. His massive body came over her and she found herself surrounded to either side by his arms. Laura squealed a moment later as she was impaled on his huge penis.

The old dragon began to thrust harshly into the tight warmth of the bunny, no doubt stretching her well to her limits. She cried out with every thrust, experiencing the fucking of her life as her whole inner world was attacked by dragons manhood. He bent his head down to her and began to lick between her breasts as she squirmed beneath him, licking the salty sweat from her quaking body.

As the dragon approached his orgasm, Laura was nearing her second. Their thrusts became faster and quicker, until the entire length of the dragon was within Laura. And then, all at once, it seemed to jerk inside of her, and a hot, wet warmth spread through her abdomen and down her spread legs.

It was just enough to send her off the edge, and she did so with a piercing scream of pleasure, her mind floating in 7th heaven as her vision became fuzzy and her whole body seemed to pulse with electricity. She was just barely aware of pressing against the thick rod within, pushing her pussy up to the hilt as the dragon continued to empty himself within her.

And then she slumped forward onto the desk, her breasts shifting the papers that were there. She laid there as the dragon slowly withdrew from her with a wet sound, followed by a splash of their combined fluids hitting the floor.

"Oh... Mr. Frostcliff..." she said in a dazed glow. The dragon grunted in response, and licked at her face. He remained standing over her.

"Well," she said as she began to slide off of the desk, "I must be going..." she felt a hand on her back.

"Not so fast, my dear. We aren’t done yet." said the dragon with a deep, ominous voice.

Laura looked up at the dragon, confused. He smiled down at her; it was his turn to be furtive. "But, we’ve already fucked," she protested.

"I guess you’ve never had sex with a dragon?" He ventured. She shook her head weakly, suddenly feeling very tired. she wasn’t sure she would be able to get all 6 teachers in one night.

"We do things differently," he said, still smiling. He added, "And when we have sex with prey like you"—Laura squirmed from the phrase, her instincts suddenly showing through as she realized that she was beneath a predator—" it goes a little something like this."

Before she could scream, he had stuffed her head into his mouth. She tried to bolt away but only pushed herself into the mouth, her legs flaying wildly as he kept his talons firmly on her back.

He swallowed, and felt her squirming as the muscles clamped around her head and pulled her in. Taking advantage of the moment, he licked between her breasts, enjoying the feel of them, moving them around and squeezing them, relishing the way they jiggled with her struggles. When he swallowed again, they too disappeared down his throat.

He chuckled to himself as he felt the odd feeling of her in his throat. He hadn’t had a large, live meal for ages, or at least eras. His throat was opening up from a long sleep, old unused muscles coming back to life, his skin crackling like an old book being opened after sitting on a shelf for years.

Laura in the meantime was not enjoying this as much as Mr. Frostcliff. half paralyzed from fear and shock, she could not do much more than kick as she was drawn down the tight fleshy tunnel. She was faintly aware of being filled for a moment again, probably a last time, with something long and slimy before the slick warmth enfolded around her bottom. She did kick at something once and hit it; unfortunately it was a tooth and pain erupted from her foot, warm blood running down her legs as they too slipped over the back of the tongue.

Professor Frostcliff gulped, and the lump in his neck traveled down his neck and disappeared into his body. A few seconds later he sighed as his stomach filled out, wiggling lightly from the girls struggles within.

He saw suddenly the room a mess, books and papers on the floor, covered with cum, and shook his head. He would have to clean it up in the morning. In the meantime, he rolled to his side and curled up. Already his stomach had began to gurgle, its occupant becoming aquatinted with the caustic digestive fluids.

"Laura," he said as a sort of epitaph to his meal, "You were an F student, a B- Fuck, and an A+ meal."

Epilogue:

Laura was (Obviously) never seen again. Christie found it disconcerting for about 2 seconds before she realized that she had been rid of such an annoyance. It took almost a month before Laura’s family noticed; one out of a litter of twelve was really nothing special, and all they really noticed was one less monthly bill to pay.

As for the professor, he continued to teach for many, many years without even a suspicion that he had had a hand in the disappearance of such a (literally) loved student. Though a few administrators did notice that a surprising number of female prey in his class were receiving Fs.

The End