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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 1: Extra Credit

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“Come on dude,” the buffalo shoved the coyote’s shoulder. “What do you have to lose?”

“Come off it Cody,” the coyote shoved back. “I know it sucks, but what else can I do?”

“Well,” the buffalo rolled his eyes. “You could beg. Your puppy dog eyes work wonders on dudes, why not a straight up DILF like Reihner?”

“Shut up dude,” the coyote rolled his eyes. He already felt bad enough at the prospect of having to take the class over again.

“Donner, come on, lighten up,” Cody lifted his hands up defensively. “I’m just suggesting you go to him during his office hours and figuring out exactly what it would take to NOT fail.”

“I know, I know,” Donner sighed as he walked. “I just…I just really want to get my workout done and go home to crawl under a fucking rock.”

“Do you really want to work out, or did you want to just be there because Ceil is going to be manning the gym.”

“Maybe, what’s it to ya?” Donner shot back.

“Woah mister defensive,” Cody chuckled. “I’m just saying you’re hot as hell and can have anyone on campus, why would you simp for some straight dude like Ceil? Yeah, for a lion he’s attractive and what not, but you could have any daddy, DILF, or alpha wannabe on campus. Why do you want to be around Ceil so much?”

“He…he’s just so…I don’t know,” Donner huffed and crossed his arms, his satchel slung over his shoulder. “Don’t you just feel…drawn to him?”

“Yeah, the dude is a fucking saint,” Cody rolled his eyes. “If I had to ask someone for the shirt of their back, Ceil would be the first guy I’d go to. The problem is that he’s too straight laced for me. The dude doesn’t even drink and he’s keeping himself a virgin before marriage. He’s acidic if I’ve ever heard of one.”

“I think you mean ascetic,” Donner cocked a tiered brow at his friend. “He’s not on the lower end of the PH scale.”

“Whatever, you get what I mean,” Cody waved off Donner’s concerns, the massive buffalo’s arms easily larger than Donner’s and his chest twice as thick. He was a beast of burden and his body showed it. “Sure, the dude is straight edge and won’t be deterred. I’m not saying you’ll miss your workout completely. Just hop in on Reihner’s office hours, get your extra credit or make a plan for the rest of the semester, and then get your ass to the gym for the second half of the dude’s shift.”

“But…what if someone else is already…ya know…taking up his time,” Donner was pressing his fingers together, his ears folding back. “I was hoping to get there before everyone else so…I could…well…just sort of get him first.”

“Yeah, and if you drop out because you’re held back, how will you continue to ogle him?” Cody smacked Donner upside the head gently. “Stop thinking with your bussy and actually focus on your schooling before some dumb crush gets you kicked out. Besides, the dude is straight as an arrow. Fairly sure he considers your nightly activity of riding a glass dick sinful.”

“Hey!” Donner punched his friend in the shoulder, the big buffalo chuckling and flinching away. “That was one time!”

“Come on dude, you had to know it was going to come back up eventually.”

“If I promise to go to office hours with Reihner, will you stop bringing it up?”

“I’ll stop bringing it up for the rest of the day.”

“Fucking fine then,” Donner sighed. “I’ll go.”

“I’ll meet you at the gym later.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Donner’s shoulders drooped as he turned the corner and went back to the archeology building. Reihner was known for being very strict with his students and the coyote wasn’t really in the mood to be talked down to, but he also knew he needed to improve his grade.

Little did he know how much this one decision would impact his life.

***

“Sorry, Mister Torres,” the tiger professor remarked, adjusting his glasses with an indifferent sigh. “You failed the midterm and there’s nothing I can do to adjust the grade.” The tiger’s sexy stubble shifted fluidly with how the words curled off his tongue.

“Please Professor Reihner,” Donner pleaded, the coyote was hunched over to make himself seem smaller as he looked up at his professor. Something that was difficult with the coyote’s powerful frame. “I can’t afford to retake this class.”

“Listen Donner,” Reihner sighed leaning forward, his ocean eyes bored. “There’s nothing I can procure for you without it being unfair to the other students. Students who did study.” Those blue eyes were tired, and yet they pierced through Donner like a bullet.

“School isn’t a competition though,” Donner gave a little wine. “Shouldn’t we encourage people to take the initiative and…pursue their passion?”

“Archeology requires passion,” Reihner took a deep breath and let it out in a slow, languid huff. “And you have passion in spades. Your written potion is the only thing that saved you from getting a zero. Though, selfishly, if I give you extra credit work I’m going to have to take time out of my schedule to grade and assess it. Not to mention how many other people would want to do the same if I threw you a bone. No, sorry Mister Torres, but I simply don’t have the time to devote that kind of attention to a single student when I have to categorize and archive the university’s private collection.”

Donner looked down, his heart sinking as the impending threat of having to take the class again loomed over him, but then he had an idea.

“Well…what if I categorized it for you?” Donner perked up. “You know I’m the best in my class with practical applications.”

“You’re not the best,” Reihner lifted a brow. “Though, you are better than most.”

“Listen, if I do this for you it’ll save you time, and I won’t have to retake this class next semester.”

“An interesting proposition,” the tiger clicked his claws together. “Though, I would have to check your work-”

“And that would still be easier than typing it all up yourself,” Donner quickly retorted, not wanting that gleam to leave his professor’s eye. “What’s easier? Manually punching in data and dates, or just fixing a couple outliers?”

Reihner swiveled on his chair, leaning back and looking up at the drop-in ceiling. The professor was always quite dapper, wearing a two piece suite, the grey accenting his orange hide. His tie was undone after a long day and his collar was left open to show off the chest hair poking out. Reihner was quite the specimen too, a college professor that worked out frequent enough to let his ancestral bulk come through, but still liked his sugary coffee drinks too much to really ever lose the gut he bore. The tiger rubbed his hand on his muzzle, his stubble grating against the paw pads on his hand.

“You do have a point…and this would be considered more of an applicable academic situation that arises as a singular instance…no one else would be able to bug me about it.”

Donner decided to simply keep his stance, his big brown eyes focused on his tiger professor as he contemplated the fate of his student. Donner hated how much he wanted to appease his professor. Disappointing him on their midterm was like letting his own dad down. Only, Donner didn’t constantly think about his dad the way he thought about his professor late at night.

“Mister Torres, I think you’ve just come up with a way to pass my class through practical application,” Reihner sat up and swiveled back to face the coyote. “I expect you to give it your all. Any miss-categorized pieces will work against you, but if you get enough of them right I can bump your grade up to a C. That’ll keep you on the fast track to digging in the dirt with the rest of us.”

“Really?!” Donner’s eyes widened, glittering with the hope of moving on.

“You can put those puppy dog eyes away, Mister Torres,” Reihner waived off the look. “I’ve already agreed to the extra credit. It’s up to you now to make sure the opportunity isn’t wasted.”

“Fuck yes!” Donner jumped out of his chair, his fist held high. The coyote was hopping from one sneaker to the other, the soles squeaking against the tile floor.

Reihner simply cleared his throat and the coyote paused.

“I mean…thank you professor,” they coyote shoved his hands in his sweatpants pockets as a light blush brushed his cheeks. “I…um…really appreciate the opportunity.”

“I’m sure you do,” Reihner gave a little chuckle and stood, his eyes glancing over the coyote and his brow furrowing. “You’re going to need to borrow a coat. Can’t have that much exposed skin in the lab.”

They coyote was wearing a tank top and some sweat pants with his athletic shorts underneath. He usually wore the sweats to the gym and took them off to work out in his lighter clothes. The late autumn air didn’t let him get away with just going about in shorts and a tank.

“Oh,” Donner blushed and scratched the back of his head, his bicep flexing and his pit being exposed, the smell of his deodorant filling the air. “I…I thought you’d let me go work out first. I was dressed for that. I usually hit up the gym during your office hours so…I figured we could schedule something and I could come back later.”

“You’re not the only one who likes to procrastinate, Mister Torres,” Reihner crossed his arms, his broad shoulders and lats making his vest rise. “I left this job undone for too long and I need it categorized before the end of the day tomorrow. So, if you want your extra credit, you’ll do it all tonight so I can double check your work the next day.”

“Oh…but it’s chest day…”

“Do you not want your extra credit?” Reihner lifted a brow. “You can go have your chest day and take my class again, or you can do this extra work and I’ll let you off the hook for your midterm.”

Coyote paused, his mind going to the gym and why today was so important for him to do chest day. He wouldn’t be able to see Ceil doing his shirtless reps.

“Well?” the dark rings under Reihner’s eyes grew darker in that moment, as though he were ready to be disappointed in the coyote.

“I can do chest day some other time, don’t sweat it,” Donner quickly recovered. “Sorry professor. Didn’t mean to scare you there.”

“Just get to the archives. I’ll grab the keys and get you a lab coat.”

“Y-Yes sir,” Donner straightened up and walked out of the office. He couldn’t help but sigh defeated as he texted the situation to Cody.

***

“Okay, put in the subject number…and the era…” Donner mumbled as he carried the laptop around with him to several stations in the archives. Most of the work was simply data entering into a database, but it was the sheer amount of items that needed to be catalogued that made it tedious. Donner had already been at it for two hours and was just over half way done. The university had acquired a new system for categorizing their artifacts so their entire catalogue needed to be reentered in manually.

“If it’s so fucking advanced, why can’t we just copy and paste,” Donner complained as he shuffled the university laptop over to another drawer. He pulled it open and it revealed a series of small trinkets protected behind glass. He set the laptop on the drawer and got to typing. “Fuck, with how much I’m running around this dump I can just call it cardio day and skip my workout all together.”

Donner sighed, his fingers flying across the keyboard, having learned that simply using the tab button instead of the mouse to change fields was far quicker. The larger artefacts were easy enough. Those flew by. It was these tinny shits that were driving the coyote insane. Donner grumbled a few more complaints, pulling up the sleeves of his slightly too big lab coat and clicking away at his keyboard.

It was nice that Reihner lent him his lab coat, but as mentioned before, it was slightly too big. The tiger was a big man and his labcoat was no exception. Donner loved the way it smelled of the big tigger’s shampoo, allspice and sandalwood, his own deodorant and musk mixing with it in a way that made his tail swish.

At least for the first ten minutes. The novelty quickly wore off when he realized just how big a task this extra credit was.

Donner shoved the drawer closed and moved onto the next. The coat caught in the drawer and he just groaned, ripping it off him and throwing it on the observation table, the backlightin on the table shining through exposing the seams in the coat.

He turned back to his job and the new drawer. This one was lined with velvet like a jewelry case and had no glass cover. Donner couldn’t help but groan as he realized one of the items wasn’t labeled. If it wasn’t labeled he needed to go to the old catalogue, find the item, and label it himself.

Donner donned the appropriate gloves and picked up the artifact, a brick of stone with a key tied to it.

“What? Is it like an old restroom key or something?” Donner gave a halfhearted chuckle at his own joke as he carried it over to the observation table. He put the artefact down and opened the massive book next to it. The binding in the ledger cracked and frayed, some of the pages loosely fitting between others. The ledger itself could have been considered an artifact itself with how old it was.

Donner could use the old electronic catalogue, but he quickly learned that if it didn’t have a label, it wasn’t put into the old catalogue and just entered into the ledger.

“Ah, Mesopotamian artefact and key found in a tomb considered to be the resting place of desire. Function is unknown…” Donner sighed and rubbed his eyes before reading over it again. “Seems a little too modern a title for the Mesopotamians, but whatever.”

Donner grabbed a new label and started to scratch down the information about the brick to get it back in the drawer and then to copy it again into the computer. Donner finished the label and took it over to the brick, his eyes crossed with how exhausted he was. Then he saw a keyhole on the brick.

“Wait, what?” Donner rubbed his eyes and when he opened them the brick was just a brick again. “Am…am I going crazy? I’ve been looking at this shit too long.”

Just to make sure his grade was secure though, he went back to the ledger and confirmed that it was a simple brick found with a key tied to it. No keyholes or seams of any kind. The majority of the information was about the old key and the brick was taken as the original archeologist didn’t want to separate the two.

Donner’s brow knit and he gave a little huff of annoyance before looking back at the brick. What if he found something special about this brick and it lead to some great discovery? Surely that would be worthy of something better than a simple passing grade.

Donner took the ledger and brought it over to the brick and started reading more into it. It was found in a secret panel behind a wall where they had a riddle about pushing this specific spot. Again, something strangely out of character for the Mesopotamians, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. He sighed and looked at the brick again, the gray stone had flax of black bits on it, like it was shale. Not uncommon for mountain formations to have that kind of stone.

The coyote blinked. The surface had a pattern…at least he thought…it was grainy and worn, but he swore he could see it. The pattern didn’t have any particular rhyme or reason, but it was repeating. Again, not unusual for shale, but it felt…unnatural.

“Wait…” Donner looked both ways as though he was expecting someone to object to his own thought. “It can’t be. They didn’t make those types of things until modern day. They didn’t know about the optics for thousands of years later.”

Donner took a deep breath and focused on the brick, only this time, he crossed his eyes. The brick’s image was warped through his vision until the patterns overlapped.

And the keyhole was there again.

“What the fuck…stereograms didn’t exist until…fuck, the nineteenth century?”

Then Donner paused, his eyes still crossed, but the key somehow staid as a single image.

“What the hell…” Donner picked up the key and he swore he could feel his heart beating in his fingers. There was only one thing to do, the only logical thing to do. He took the key and put it against the keyhole, fully expecting it to hit a solid surface-

It sank in.

“What…the…fuck…” Donner put his head against the table to look at the side of the brick. Sure enough the key was inside the thing. Only one more thing to do…he turned it.

Crack!

The brick split in half.

“Fuck!” Donner uncrossed his eyes and looked at the artefact he just destroyed, little bits of dust were settling in the crack between the two pieces. He took the brick and put it together again, the pieces of slate grinding as the missing shards made it stay apart, refusing to fit together. Donner crossed his eyes, but all he saw was gray stone.

“It’s gone…” Donner’s eyes darted over the stone, but the stereogram was gone. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! No one is going to believe me.”

“I will believe you,” someone said from behind him.

Donner screamed and turned around. No one was there, but that voice was deep and booming, rolling like thunder. The lights flickered as the bulbs gave off a gritty buzz.

“Be not afraid child,” the voice rumbled again from behind the coyote.

“What the fuck are you?” Donner’s eyes darted around the room trying to pinpoint the source of this voice, but no matter what way he looked, there was simply nothing there.

“What am I?” The voice continued to taunt him from behind with a low chuckle. “I am grateful. How many people do you think laid eyes on my prison and never once considered crossing their eyes?”

“Seriously, stop messing with me. Who’s there?” Donner kept trying to find the source of the voice.

“Shhhhhhh….” Donner sized up as he felt a warm body press up against him from behind. That hush rolled through lips just a hair away from his neck, the hot breath tickling his spine as powerful paws rolled up his sides, gripping his hip and then the other his shoulder. “Don’t worry pup, I was simply making sure my visage wouldn’t frighten you more. You may turn around now.”

Donner was suddenly frozen. Fear paralyzed him to the spot as those hands roamed over him.

“Trust me boy, I mean you no harm,” the voice rumbled in his ear, a rough feline tongue lulling over it. “If I did, you’d already know.” The back of the man’s hand brushed his cheek, those claws and that orange coloring causing him to spin around.

“Professor Reihner?” Donner turned to face his professor…his naked professor.

Donner’s eyes went wide as he took in the image of many a fantasy of his. There, the powerful body of that tiger stood, arms crossed, an open robe draped over his back. His pecks pushing out at his arms and then his muscle gut covered in a nice layer of salt and pepper chest hair.

Before his decency could get ahold of him, donner looked down and gave a little squeak.

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