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*WARNING*

This story has some WEIRD and GROSS stuff in it, including: adult themes, femdom, bathroom control, watersports, farting, and messing/minor scat. You have been warned!

Professor Lauren Kimber, a cruel and sadistic skusky, forces her young student Emily, a meek and reserved skox, to stay late after class to redo an assignment. Her sinister motives are soon revealed however, and she begins to torture the poor girl in some rather nasty ways once the pair are alone in her office...

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Here it is, the story debut of Prof. Lauren Kimber, my sadistic skunk-husky hybrid character.

Emily Chayni the skox belongs to  emilyskox

Icon was drawn by  sukanar



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Nasty Professor
By: Faction87 (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/faction87)
Character (Emily Chayni the skox) belongs to: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/emilyskox/
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“Emily, may I see you after class?”

Emily Chayni, a pretty but shy young skox, was sitting in the front row of her first-year college class. She looked up at the professor who was addressing her. Lauren was her name, Lauren Kimber; a brilliant thirty-something skusky who was as beautiful as she was smart. Since her first day of class, Emily had admired how confident Lauren seemed, always putting on an air of sophistication. Somewhat more shamefully, Emily had developed a bit of a crush on her teacher as well. She was turned on not only by her sharp, stunning looks, but by the power and authority she expertly wielded over both the subject matter, and the class itself. Discipline was Lauren's game. Lately, Emily had even begun to have fantasies about this strong, no-nonsense individual, and more often than she'd like to admit.

Emily watched with great curiosity as she approached, hips swaying under her curve-hugging grey skirt, a fluffy, upward-curled tail bounced weightlessly behind her. A white blouse revealed a borderline-acceptable amount of cleavage, and a matching grey jacket draped over her shoulders to complete the outfit. Emily's eyes met hers, a piercing and somewhat cold set of dichromatic blue and brown. Her face was sharp; while she was a hybrid of skunk and husky, the aggressive canine features dominated her appearance. Emily, not one for words, waited for Lauren to approach and initiate the conversation. Upon reaching where Emily sat, the imposing skusky sat casually on the desk, hiking up her skirt and crossing her long, thick legs in one fluid motion. Emily glanced briefly around the room, unsettled by this unusual action. They were alone, the other students promptly leaving at the signal. Lauren stared her down with those big, icy eyes for an uncomfortable moment, before continuing.

“Emily, I read your latest essay. And, I'll be honest, I was impressed. You seem to be grasping the material quite quickly.”

Emily began to form a meek smile, but was cut short by Lauren's next words.

“However, I noticed that you handed it in two days late. Now, normally I have no tolerance for that sort of academic negligence, and would award a zero without second thought. But disgracing something as well written as your essay would be unthinkable. So, I've decided on a compromise.”

Emily was nervous. She knew it was late, and had hoped Lauren would not notice, being preoccupied by grading the on-time submissions. She felt foolish, thinking that she could outwit such an obviously intelligent woman. Still, she waited in silence for what Lauren was about to propose.

“If you want to keep your grade on this paper, I would like you to write me a follow-up, expanding on some of the themes you've outlined here. I know you can do it, I can tell when someone is holding back. If you choose not to, then I am afraid I will have to give you a zero, which would be an absolute shame.”

Emily was not too keen on the prospect of writing another essay, but could not afford a failing grade.

“I will write another one.” Emily's voice was almost a whisper. “When will you need it by?”

“Why, this afternoon! Come, follow me to my office.”

Emily was surprised. She wasn't sure if she could deliver on such a harsh deadline.

“But Lauren, I'm not sure that’s enough time for me....” Her weak voice was abruptly cut off.

“FISRT of all, you will call me 'Ms. Kimber'.” Lauren's voice had suddenly become more sinister. Emily unconsciously sank further into her seat, put off by the sudden aggression.

“Secondly, you will make it enough time, if you want a passing grade. You have to learn missy, the world won't always wait for you to be ready. Come along now, bring your notes.”

“Yes, Ms. Kimber.” The young skox's voice was trembling. She was never one for any kind of confrontation.

As the pair walked down the halls, Emily's mind raced to piece together as much information as she could about the subject she was soon to be tested on. Glancing around, she noticed the corridors were nearly vacant. It was a Friday afternoon. Most of the lectures of the week had already been completed. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a dull cramp in her stomach, coupled with a nagging pressure on her bladder. Lauren's Friday afternoon lectures almost always ran long, leaving her (and many other students) eager to use the washroom afterward. It didn't help that Emily would frequently (and somewhat foolishly) treat herself to a cafeteria lunch, which would usually compound her own need for the facilities. It was first priority upon reaching home, if she could make it that far at all. In many cases, she would scope out the least used public bathrooms at the school, planning the time and place to minimize the chances of embarrassing herself with the sounds and odours she reluctantly created. As challenging as the task ahead of her was, she certainly didn't want to be further distracted by this growing urgency. Clearing her throat, Emily squeaked:

“Ms. Kimber.... would it be alright if I used the bathroom first?”

The imposing teacher stopped in her tracks. She turned slowly, a discouraging scowl across that pointed husky snout.

“You may certainly NOT.” Emily was taken aback by this hostile response to a relatively innocent request. “Since you agreed to my terms, you belong to me until you are finished. And that means no breaks. Understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Kimber.” Emily pulled her hand up to her tummy, rubbing it to silence a noisy rumble. Without acknowledgment, Lauren spun around and continued towards her office.

Emily followed, doing her best to ignore the biological alarms her body was sending her. She sincerely hoped this would not take long at all. She attempted to get her mind back on track, but was further distracted by the sudden onset of a horrendous odour. Her poor nose registered it as a particularly nasty fart, and she had no choice but to cough quietly. Lauren looked back sharply, glaring at the Emily, but not saying a word. Emily waited for her to turn back, before attempting to source the still-lingering fumes that had unexpectedly assaulted her. There was no one around, and no nearby washrooms. Emily had to conclude, puzzlingly, that it had emanated from Lauren's swaying behind. A part of her wanted to giggle; being witness to such a lapse in Lauren's otherwise professional demeanor, but decided it would be inappropriate given the current situation.

Lauren's confident strides lead the pair down an obscure side corridor, weaving between rows of empty rooms before reaching her office. Lauren's name and department were printed in big block letters on a simple plaque mounted to an unassuming door. Keys rattled from the front pocket of the professors pocket. She opened the door, and silently gestured for Emily to enter first. She complied, taking a few steps inside before being quickly followed by Lauren, who hastily shut the door behind her. Emily stood in the centre of the room, waiting for her instructions. In an effort to distract herself from the awkwardness of the situation and the steadily growing discomfort in her bowels, she looked around at the interior of the office. It was fairly small and cramped; affording its owner the privilege of privacy, but not real estate. Bookshelves lined three of the walls, piled high with a haphazard assortment of texts, binders, and the occasional knick-knacks. A large, plain, utilitarian desk sat in the middle of the floor flanked on either side by a couple of uncomfortable looking chairs.

The nervous skox twitched slightly as Lauren’s imposing form brushed by her. Still remaining silent, professor Kimber purposefully grabbed the chair from the front of the desk. With a moderate amount of effort, she wrangled it around the scattered stacks of papers and books and wheeled it next to her own seat on the far side of the cluttered desk. Lauren then sat heavily in her chair with a sigh and paused, staring down at Emily from that sharp, intimidating snout.

“Come over here, Emily. Have a seat.” Lauren rapped her claws exactly twice on the wooden back of the vacant chair next to her. Emily nodded, staring at the floor as she padded over to the desk and slid herself into the chair. As she sat, her stomach uttered a noisy protesting groan, announcing it's urgent priorities. The sound had attracted Lauren’s attention, and she briefly lowered her icy glare to the skox's angry tummy. Emily attempted to fight back with a soft pleading look, silently begging to be excused. But the skusky was unmoved by the pitiful performance. She opened a drawer in the old steel desk, Emily shuddering at the ear-splitting screech that was emitted by the scraping metal. Lauren removed a plain white legal pad and an inexpensive ballpoint pen before gracelessly kicking the drawer shut. She rudely slammed the items down in front of Emily.

“Now, I want you to write a follow-up essay to last week's late assignment. I was intrigued by what you wrote on page three, and it would be in your best interest to focus on that. You have until six, and I expect you to use every minute of that time.” The skusky mechanically spouted her instructions, busying herself with a pile of papers and not even looking at the shuffling skox in the seat next to her.

Emily's eyes widened when she looked at hands on the round face of the standard-issue college clock that hung above the office door. It was ten minutes after three. Her gut shifted again, as if to accent the fact that there was no way she could make it that long. Her bladder burned, stinging with the contents of the large soda she had opted for at lunch. It begged in chorus with her gut for relief, but she knew that a zero on this would surely doom her to a failing grade in the class. She once again wordlessly willed Ms. Kimber to let her go, but knew in the back of her mind that it was futile. Knowing there was only one means of escape, Emily took a deep breath and picked up the pen.

Once the pair had settled in to their respective tasks, the office had become uncomfortably quiet. Emily focused as best she could on the rhythmic scratching of her pen on the paper, scribbling out a narrative that she hoped would be satisfactory to the unforgiving beast beside her. The smallest of sounds began to distract her; the mechanical buzzing and ticking of the retro timepiece above the door, subtle creaks from the vintage wooden chairs, and of course the occasional gurgle from her distressed insides. However, she soon found that her own stricken stomach had a sympathetic partner; faint deep growls started drifting over from Lauren's side of the desk.

Emily took a minute to look over at her captor. She had never been this close to the powerful class figurehead before, and in spite of the situation, became a little bit excited at the prospect. Lauren looked as good as ever. That tight conservative blouse ironically did little to hide her healthy bosom, and Emily watched for a moment in fascination as it heaved with each breath she drew. Emily's eyes wandered southward, pausing at the slight paunch that was exaggerated as the skusky sat. Emily blinked as it suddenly gurgled noisily, almost aware that it had an audience. One of Lauren's paws reached down slowly to sooth it with a gentle rub. Emily flared her canine nostrils; being in such close proximity meant she could not ignore the rainbow of subtle aromas put off by this middle aged skusky. Emily's heart began to speed up, and dirty thoughts flooded her mind. She extrapolated the curves of the voluptuous creature, envisioning what her body would look like naked. Despite being averse to conflict, Emily secretly fantasized about being dominated and overpowered by someone as confident and authoritative as Ms. Kimber. Emily shuffled in her seat, gently rubbing her thighs together to release a wave of pleasure from between them. She closed her eyes, but only briefly: she was quickly interrupted by a harsh and deliberate cough from Lauren.

“I don't hear any writing, Ms. Chayni. Are you not aware of your deadline?” Lauren's voice was quiet, but short. Emily wheezed out a quick apology, and then continued with her work. Her little mesmerizing infatuation had granted her a brief reprieve, distracting her from the pressing matters originating from below. But now that she was firmly planted back in reality, the direness of the situation rapidly caught up with her. The compounding stress being developed by her increasing need to use the facilities only served to upset her stomach further, forming a vicious circle that could not be sustained much longer. Her bladder was on fire, screaming to her that it has been beyond its capacity for far too long. She let out a quiet gasp and clenched her muscles abruptly; a small dribble of urine had forced its way out, almost involuntarily. She could feel a warm dampness spread slowly across the front of her panties and jeans, praying that it would not be visible once she stood.

Emily had scribbled out but a few more sentences when her nose caught wind of something terrible. She immediately recognized the odour as the foul flatulence she had detected (and pinned on Ms. Kimber) on their way to her office. She snorted out her snout, attempting to banish the odour from her airways. But the instant she took another breath, she was sent reeling. It was horrible! The smell from before was already strong enough, but that was several steps behind the skusky, and in an open and well ventilated hallway. But as she sat within inches of its origin, in the small and stale-aired office, it was simply overwhelming. Emily's body panicked in reaction to the poison. She quickly opened her mouth to breathe, but that was no better. The noxious fumes spread their tendrils through her lungs, scorching as they went. She could taste the nastiness, her face twisted into a scowl and her eyes squeezed shut, burning and watering. She finally choked, unable to keep quiet any longer. She raised a free hand to her mouth, covering it as she coughed and attempting to deny the stench any further entry. Emily looked over at the source of the attack, waiting for another round of scolding. But the skusky remained unfazed, refusing to acknowledge her misdeed or the young skox's adverse reaction to it.

As the odour finally began to dissipate, Emily's soft blue eyes continued to tear up; no longer from the smell, but now from the overwhelming pain of her cramping stomach, which had been compounded by her coughing fit. She removed her paw from her muzzle and immediately placed it on her bloated gut in a (pathetically ineffective) attempt at soothing it. More motivated than ever for an escape from this hellish prison, she tried her best to direct all her focus on to the important task at hand. But it was no use. Her brain was shutting down, unable to cope with the mounting assaults on her system. She tried to read over what she had written so far, quickly forgetting her progress. But all the sentences began to blend together. She felt dizzy. The words just refused to come to her. Anxiety set in, washing through her battered body. There was no way she could finish her paper like this. And she couldn't possibly hold out for the remaining hours that had been allotted. The doom of the hopeless situation hung over her, and her mind repeated the ugly truth: she was going to fail.

Emily put down her pen and turned in shame to Lauren, who continued to busy herself with miscellaneous paperwork. The defeated skox opened her mouth, ready to announce her surrender, when Lauren shuffled abruptly in her chair. Emily looked on, watching as the skusky's generous hips tilted to the side and she leaned away from the puzzled skox. This new position looked uncomfortable, but it did give Emily a fleeting front-row view of the professor’s gorgeously round rump. Unfortunately for Emily, the newly-presented posterior had sinister intentions:

*ffffssssss.....bbrrt*

The quiet, seemingly innocuous fart hit the unprepared skox like an atomic blast. The heat and the stench seemingly came in a single concentrated wave. Learning from the last release, Emily quickly held her breath, an action that temporarily kept the majority of the stink out of her system. Once again, Lauren had done nothing to acknowledge the rude gesture, and simply lowered her bottom back into the hard wooden chair. Emily was stunned: she had done that deliberately! A subtle smirk on the professors muzzle confirmed her suspicions. Ms. Kimber was getting off on this, torturing her young and helpless pupil. Unexpectedly, an inappropriate thought flashed quickly across the skox's mind. Lauren's dark aura of power and domination was suddenly shining through brighter than ever, and Emily grew increasingly intrigued. It started to sink in that her brash mistreatment of a student might be entirely intentional... and planned.

Emily began to feel light-headed. Her oxygen-starved lungs demanded that she breathe again. She exhaled heavily, hoping that the air had acceptably been cleared following Lauren's latest outburst. Taking a shallow breath, she quickly realized it hadn't. The stench burned worse than ever, and against all efforts, she began to cough. Violently. The spasming of her diaphragm provided far too much pressure on her system; something had to give. And it did.

She farted.

A loud, sharp *BRAP* punched through her tight jeans and reverberated rudely against the wooden seat, shattering the silence of the cramped office. The skox's face flushed with embarrassment, and the recently aloof professor finally redirected her attention. A disapproving scowl spread across her brow, yet she still maintained a hint of the sinister smirk.

“Miss Chayni! You disgusting little thing! Excuse yourself at once.” Lauren brought a paw up to her nose and waved it in an exaggerated fashion. The hypocrisy was not lost on Emily, who could have pointed out Ms. Kimber's own unacknowledged faux-pas'. Despite the humiliation, Emily breathed a quiet sigh at the small relief it had afforded her.

“E-Excuse me, Ms. Kimber.” The skox's bowel's shifted noisily at the sudden change in pressure, forcing her to clench her muscles even tighter. “I'm s...sor....sorr......”


But the flexing proved too much. Without warning, her bladder released, sending a torrent of urine rushing out the front and bottom of her jeans. She froze up, silent and motionless, doing nothing to stop the flow. She was wetting herself. She had no choice. The gushing fluid spread rapidly across the thick denim, utterly and instantaneously soaking her panties beneath. Her jeans soon too became saturated, and a growing pool began to form in the middle of the seat. Errant streams crawled outward from her drenched rear, cascading over the edge of the chair and rapping noisily on the hard tile floor. The curved indent of her seat had allowed for majority of the warm piss to collect in a substantial reservoir under her rump.

All throughout the performance, Lauren's signature piercing gaze never drifted from the humiliated skox. The room fell silent once again, save for the minute dribblings falling to the floor and the ever decreasing 'whooshing' as Emily's release trickled to a close. The pair of hybrids stared silently for a while: Lauren at Emily, and Emily at anything BUT Lauren. A mild smell of salty ammonia wafted up, gradually replacing the repugnant cocktail of the duo's recent flatulence. In spite of being horrified at her actions, Emily understandably felt much better. And a twisted part of her brain told her that with her urgency partially waned; she could possibly redeem herself...and her grade. Still blushing, she turned back to her paper, picked up the pen, and continued scribbling.

She had barely managed to etch out half a sentence before Lauren rapidly stood; her thick muscular thighs propelling her chair out behind her. It rolled and squeaked hastily to the far wall, where it smashed with a starling *BANG*, jostling loose a number of dusty periodicals haphazardly stacked by the frosted window. Emily froze, unsure of what sort of reprimand was going to be brought down on her... though she was a smart girl, and knew it was going to be SOMETHING.

“Ms. Chayni! I am absolutely appalled at your behaviour!” Lauren began to lecture her in her typical condescending fashion. Though as the skusky spoke, she semi-gracefully hoisted herself onto the desk in front of the pair, prowling on all fours towards where Emily was hunching over her paper.

“Passing gas and wetting yourself, like some kind of naughty child! This is a place of higher learning, Emily... we are all supposed to be adults here.” The skox slunk back into her chair, feeling the warm wetness squelch across the seat of her jeans as she adjusted her hips. Lauren had crawled right up in front of Emily, facing her down for a moment before reeling back on the balls of her feet, instantly pulling her appreciable form into a stable, closed-legged squat. Her tight skirt strained against her legs and rear, threatening to tear at the seams at any moment.

“And I would expect an adult to have a bit more control over her bodily functions.” Emily watched in quiet awe as the skusky lowered her gaze to her bent knees, and began slowly hiking up the strained skirt. The silent skox blushed as the fabric pulled away to reveal more and more of those luscious legs and thighs.

Emily's nagging curiosity was being quickly compounded by the fact that the skusky's legs slowly began to spread apart. Nothing was impeding them, now that the skirt was rolled tightly around her waist. It didn't take long for Emily to notice a glaring omission from the professor’s wardrobe: she wasn't wearing anything underneath! Her eyes locked onto the freshly revealed lips between Lauren's legs, partially hidden by a fluffy brown tuft that flourished just above her mound. The squatting skusky lifted a paw from her knee and brought it up to her grinning maw; drawing Emily's gaze upwards with it. The pair stared at each other momentarily; the skox's eyes wide with fear, the skusky's squinted and projecting an air of mischief and malice. Two of Lauren's claws probed gently behind her flashing fangs, and she began sucking noisily on them.
Popping the freshly-moistened fingers from her mouth, they made their way southward, their movements never leaving Emily's focus. Lauren gently traced them over the length of her slit, peeling back and separating her dark folds to reveal the bright pink flesh beneath.

“Well, I was holding it in too, but since you decided not to wait.... I suppose I won't either...”

Emily continued to gape wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the professors spread womanhood. Part of her knew exactly what was going to happen... but that part neglected to tell her it would be wise to close her mouth.

With a small, innocent *sigh*, Ms. Kimber relieved her aching bladder. A powerful stream of urine erupted from between her fingers, arcing at a high angle before scoring a direct hit on Emily's face and muzzle. The targeted skox immediately cowered away from the attack, squinting her eyes, and snapping her mouth shut. But she wasn't quick enough. The musky fluid drove deep into every orifice on her face. It splashed into her nostrils, forcing her to gag on its powerful, off-putting odour. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the amber liquid moments before impact, and its subsequent infiltration elicited painful tears in a desperate attempt to eject it. Her poor reaction time also resulted in her getting a mouthful; her maw now saturated with a bitter, burning flavour that would not be soon forgotten.

Though her more sensitive bits were at least somewhat protected, she could feel Lauren continue the assault. The hot, malodourous piss sprayed over every inch of her trembling body. She could feel its warmth spread over her; her sweater quickly becoming drenched. It trickled down her fur beneath, tickling as it passed her groaning stomach before mingling in with her own urine-soaked pants. After what seemed like an eternity, the stream began to subside, tracing a trail down the front of Emily's chair and across the floor in front of her as it receded. Finally convinced it was safe to open her eyes, Emily peeked back at the lewdly posed professor on the desk in front of her. That wicked smile was still plastered on her face, smugly satisfied with her successful abuse of the poor skox. A slow dribble was still leaking out from between her splayed legs, and the pair simultaneously looked down at where it was landing: right on Emily's essay. The caustic fluid completely destroyed the paper, smearing the ink into an illegible mess. The traumatized skox looked up at her professor in horror, silently expressing her grief at losing something so well-written. The sinister skusky looked back with an utterly phony pout of sadness.

“Awwwwe... how did that happen?” She taunted. “All that hard work, washed away in an instant. Funny how that works sometimes. And I don't believe you'll have the time, or the stamina, to start over...”

Emily couldn't find any words. Her throat began to close up, and she felt dizzy and nauseous... not only from the disgusting musk that soaked her to the bone, but from the dread of all that suffering having been for nothing. She would fail for sure now, there was no way out. Tears rolled down the matted fur of her cheeks, rapidly blending in with the lukewarm urine that clung to every inch of her.

“Well now, I'd really hate to see all that time and effort wasted, Ms. Chayni.” Lauren's voice had changed once again; this time it almost sounded legitimately sympathetic. “Perhaps there is another way you can make this up to me?”

Emily had no idea how to respond. She should have known better... known this was another one of Ms. Kimber's nasty tricks, but the glimmer of hope blinded her to it. Her eyes brightened, and she looked eagerly at Lauren, waiting for an offer. She wouldn't like the answer that was to come.
“Oh...I have an idea!” The evil in her voice could no longer be masked. She licked her lips, lowered her brow and gave Emily an exaggerated wink. The skusky then spun around, plopping her generous rear on the edge of the desk directly in from of her prisoner. Emily was once again awe-struck by the immense ass that was being presented to her, despite knowing the foulness it was capable of. Still smiling, the professor looked over her shoulder and began vigorously wagging her thick fluffy husky tail, generating a breeze that wafted over the soaked skox behind it. Emily shivered, the wind quickly cooling her to the core. It brought with it a myriad of subtle scents... not all of them bad, either.

The sudden change in the professor’s demeanor and methods – from torturing her academically, through humiliating her with bodily waste, and finally settling on sexual domination – was certainly curious, but this new turn was becoming unusually exciting for the skox. A dark fantasy was quickly becoming realized... albeit in a rather twisted manner. Still, Emily couldn't deny that she had longed for the abundant and forbidden fruits that were being dangled in front of her at this very moment. Her sullen eyes met the skusky's once again; despite the obvious signs being given, she was going to need an invitation. It was only her nature.

“Emily, do you like what you see?” Lauren spoke in a hushed, seductive tone. She simultaneously lifted and curled her tail upward. Emily's eyes widened at what was revealed, and gave a gentle nod of approval.

“Yes, Ms. Kimber.”

“Then earning your grade shouldn't be too difficult. Come now, you know what to do...”

Emily lifted herself off the cold wooden chair, releasing a muffled *splortch* as the dampened denim of her jeans separated from the pool of urine she had been sitting in. She stumbled forward, knees weak and rubbery, her resolve shot from nerves and anxiety that accompanied this strange afternoon. Upon reaching the perched professor, Emily lost her balance and nearly toppled into the presented posterior, narrowly escaping the fall by reaching out and steadying herself by grasping the soft, fuzzy cheeks. Lauren let out a quick sharp gasp at the sudden unexpected gesture, and Emily could feel the buttocks tense up under her grip. Without a word, Lauren relaxed and pushed out her hips towards Emily, receptive to the attention that was expected.

With her face now inches from Lauren's rear, Emily's nose could pick up the strong fragrance that was emanating from it. A hint of pheromones wafted out from it, carried on a musky, unwashed cloud. She could feel the skusky's body heat radiating strongly from her nethers, spreading hotly across her face. Stray dribbles of urine had drenched the fur that flanked her dark, dripping pussy. Emily could still detect a faint trace of the teacher’s ungodly flatulence that clung to the regions surrounding her pulsating tailhole. Emily leaned in, hesitant to fraternize with the foul beast that stared unblinkingly back at her. She instinctively licked her lips; instantly regretting it as the sour acrid taste of the urine that covered them permeated her mouth. Unable to resist temptation anymore – or maybe it was the fear of failing – Emily held her breath and drove her snout between the mounds.

She could hear Lauren moan the moment she made impact, her cold black nose landing squarely on her anus. She immediately deployed her thick canine tongue, stretching and probing the professor’s moistened lips. She almost gagged on the overbearing flavour of ammonia, the remnants of the foul fluid that clung at the surface. But soon the taste became sweeter; Emily's attention was obviously coaxing out a positive reaction from the skusky's demanding pussy. The wretched amber liquid gave way to a far more pleasant clear variety; the savory juice soon began to slicken the leading edges of Emily's muzzle.

With her mouth occupied, the skox had no choice but to inhale through her nose. Being pressed directly against the perpetrator of such foul deeds, it was forced to filter her only air across its fragrant surface. Emily's sinuses were initially met with a loitering remnant of the skusky's unashamed flatulence. But once the first whiff had cleared, Emily only needed to deal with the strong - yet tolerable – natural fragrance that lie beneath. The heavy, earthy musk clung to her nostrils, and a more vulgar part of the skox's brain quietly wished that the sizable skusky could keep her gasses under control...

Emily's ears perked at a noticeably noisy squeal from her superior. She smiled unconsciously, somewhat proud that her attempts were proving satisfactory. Her tongue lashed deeper, spurred on by this rare bout of confidence. Lauren responded, gasping and groaning in time with the skox's rhythmic twisting and flicking. Emily could feel the skusky's lips begin to shift and stretch under her maw; obviously she had begun to play with her clit, complementing the skox's enthusiastic efforts. She began to rock back and forth on her substantial hips, the ancient desk quietly creaking below her. Her gyrating pelvis forced her soft glutes to mash sensually across Emily's planted face, the wrinkled tailhole rubbing somewhat gratingly along the skox's sensitive nose.

For a moment, Emily's inhibitions began to wash away. She had forgotten about the torture, the nastiness. She had certainly suffered, but this reward had almost made it worth it. Her mind was being whisked away, carried to some plane of blissful submissiveness where she derived pleasure from pleasing her superior. She began to feel a connection to the skusky, idly fantasizing about similar future encounters. Perhaps her maliciousness and scorn was all an act, put on for the sole purpose of “playing” with a new object of affection.

But Emily's daydreams were soon interrupted by a deep, howling growl surfacing from within Lauren's frighteningly adjacent bowels. Still mid-slurp, and unfortunately mid-sniff, she felt Lauren's hole deliberately pucker outward, pushing with it a loud snapping:

*ppprrrrttttssss*

Emily couldn't move, paralyzed temporarily by the unnaturally burning stench that had suddenly filled her lungs. She tried to cry out, to expel the poison that saturated her airways. But she could only manage a quiet, choking gurgle. Her eyes squinted shut and she finally managed to turn her head away.

“Just what do you think you are doing?” Ms. Kimber's harsh voice projected in from above. “Did I say you were finished?” Once again Lauren seemed completely oblivious to her own emissions.

“No... M-Ms. Kimb... ugh...” Emily had trouble forming the words, and a lack of oxygen was starting to fog her brain. She choked and coughed, her actions quickly reminding her of her own embarrassing intestinal distress. She clenched at the last second; a mostly-inaudible squeaking fart managing to escape her soaking wet rear.

“Then get back in there, young lady, and finish what you started. And I want to feel your tongue... everywhere.”

Emily cringed, partially in response to a searing cramp which shot through her gut, and partially due to the fact that she knew exactly what the skusky meant by “everywhere”. Before she could take a moment to catch her breath and collect herself, a massive chunk of Emily's hair was ungraciously grabbed in Lauren's sharp canine claws and her head was forced back between the great stinking globes in front of her. She gagged: the smell had hardly dispersed. But still convinced that she could eat her way out of this dire situation, she obeyed the oppressive skusky's demands. Her tongue lolled out once again, though this time it wandered further outward from Lauren's glistening lips. It traced a path upward along her taint, before hesitantly meeting its mark at her fetid tailhole.

Upon making contact, Emily's tongue retracted immediately, the off-putting flavour only needing to graze her tongue before her brain signaled the retreat. But Lauren's hand held firm, feeling the removal and responding by pushing the skox's head further into the crevice. Emily got the hint, and gingerly extended her tongue once again. It didn’t take long before reestablishing its undesirable connection. She began to lick.

The taste was not too far off of the smell; the horrid gasses released moments earlier clung to the moist, wrinkled skin. Its surface was already slick; the long day taking its toll on her ripened rear end. The taste was almost unbearably sour, a slimy cocktail of sweat, urine, and.... Emily didn't want to think of what else. Her soft, tainted sphincter pulsated slowly beneath Emily's slurps, and the moaning from above raged on louder than ever. Emily swallowed, choking down the awful taste and trying her best to suppress her gag reflex. Once again, she tried to get into a rhythm with her motions, finding it the best way to not only take her mind off of the objectionable act, but to maximize the apparent pleasure being induced on the professor. She opened her eyes for a moment, able to catch a glimpse of Ms. Kimber's head bucking back in ecstasy.

“Hnnnmmgg... mmmm..... oooooh, Emily.....”

Lauren cooed, suddenly dropping all pretenses of her nasty attitude from earlier. She turned to look down at the subservient skox, tongue lolling out of the side of a widely grinning canine maw. Her eyes were wide, and she gave Emily a wink before playfully shoving her head further into her rump.

“Deeper. Hmmm..... get your tongue IN there!”

Emily did her best to obey, finding it somewhat easier now that she had removed much of the unpleasant effluence that had been lingering. She expertly folded her tongue and plunged it into Laurens pucker, it's relaxed and slippery surface provided little impedance to entry. Emily plunged deep... deeper than she was expecting. The foul, earthy flavour coated her taste buds, but she met heavy resistance upon attempting a retreat. Ms. Kimber would have none of that. Her strong claws clasped tightly against Emily's scalp, firm palm and muscular arm pushing against the skox's pitiful attempts at escape.

“Hmmm mmm.... don't stop quite yet, little one...”

Lauren's deep, husky voice had an unnerving tinge of mischief to it. Emily's distended stomach roared with displeasure, a sound that was quickly joined in concert from the skusky's own rotten gut. She could feel the walls twitch and pulsate around her trapped tongue before squeezing and instantaneously inflating around it. She knew what was about to happen. With no time to prepare, the rancid fart propelled passed the poor skox's maw and down her throat with a squelching *SPLORT*.

It was simply too much for Emily to handle. She gagged and heaved, the unbelievably wretched air clinging to every inch of her airways. She tried to turn away, but Ms. Kimber's unbreakable grasp held her head firmly in place. Her diaphragm spasmed uncontrollably. It sent her stomach churning, and then it happened.

A second, smaller wave of urine dribbled out from her already-drenched jeans. The retching had proved too much for her to handle, and her increasingly impatient body finally gave up waiting. Upon relaxing her bladder, she followed soon after with her sphincter. Her rear led off with a trumpeting blast of a fart, before following up with a lingering, sputtering trail of wet gas. Her meal had not fared well, as semi-solid shit began oozing from beneath her bolt-upright tail. She tried to pull away, but her struggles against the rock-solid professor's grasp sent her reeling off-balance. Her arms flailed outward, and she desperately grasped at whatever she could grab to gain leverage. A paw landed noisily (and painfully) on the cold steel drawer handle on the desk in front of her. The other managed to rake the fluffy edge of Lauren's tail before settling on the corner of the desk. No longer interested in saving face, Emily instinctively pushed: sending more of the hot, soft waste squelching into her denim-encased ass.

As before, Ms. Kimber remained staunchly silent during Emily's encore performance. Emily squinted her eyes closed, desperately wishing she could crawl into a hole, or be whisked away to someplace far away (someplace with a bathroom would be nice). Her grip tightened on the desk in front of her, body hunching down to eject the waste it no longer felt like housing. That task was abruptly being passed on to her poor panties and jeans; a rather obvious bulge protruding from her rear. Her underwear was quickly overwhelmed, and streaks of the hot pasty mess snaked their way down the legs of her jeans. As the bulk of the flow trickled to a stop (accompanied by more embarrassingly wet snapping farts), Emily whimpered in relief, the sound being largely muffled by Ms. Kimber's stagnant rump. Emily stopped struggling and buried her face further into Lauren, crying softly. She did not want to face her superior after humiliating herself so thoroughly.

However, Ms. Kimber had different plans. Using the immense strength that had held Emily firmly in place, the skusky violently shoved Emily backwards. She stumbled, almost losing her balance before slumping back into her seat. The sudden impact sent the fresh contents of her pants shifting uncomfortably outward, completely blanketing her rear and crotch with feces. For the first time, she was able to catch a whiff of her accident, and was immediately sent into a gagging fit. The foul reeking mess made Emily briefly long for Ms. Kimber's flatulence; it paled in comparison to Emily's massive release.

Preoccupied by her own filth, Emily barely noticed Lauren had lifted herself back into a squat on the desk in front of her. The skusky was looking back over her shoulder at the panting skox with a condescending scowl across her snout.

“Emily Chayni!” She snarled. “You dirty, disgusting girl!” Her shouts were accented by a deafening growl from her gut. Emily caught a glimpse of the skusky's tail once again curling upward.

“I'm afraid I was quite desperate for the ladies room as well, but since you decided not to wait...” Ms. Kimber grunted softly, forcing out a blasting wet:

*Prrr... BRRAPPPS*

“...I suppose I won't either.”

Emily looked on in horror as the skusky's now-glistening tailhole puckered outward. She was smarter this time. She squeezed her eyes shut, snapped her mouth shut, took a deep breath of the disgusting air that surrounded her, and waited for the inevitable...

THE END