You tried to stay in the shadows, getting lost in the crowd of new people walking down the college's halls. Busy people were running around talking and chatting, but you were alone. It was unexpected that you were chosen to be part of the experiment of a mixed place for monsters and humans. Most of your friends were visiting normal colleges or were working for the guilds or smiths, while you had to stay on campus and try to get used to this new environment. Some of them hated monsters, and their grandparents still remember the old times of war between the races. You yourself didn't have much of any of them. The busy and, at the same time, lonely corridors winding around unnerved you. There was no one to hang on to, and your shyness to talk to anyone didn't help.

The first few weeks went okay. The lessons were okay, and you didn't have many problems. You were still good at the topics you always were, only slightly struggling with the other students. You heard about some troublemakers. Some people are already getting kicked out for fighting with each other and some monsters and humans are just unable to get along.

The classrooms were big to accommodate the size and needs of everyone. Everything was new. Much different than your old school. Even the teachers were made up of humans, witches, and mages, but also Oni and succubus. You could have sworn the sports teacher was a werewolf, but you haven't had any proof yet. Your class has been nice so far. Your awkward attempts at socializing didn't work out yet, but everyone treated each other mostly with respect, forming small groups that you could hopefully fit into. The cyclops sitting next to you even asked to copy part of your homework and you and another woman were put together in a group with the other girl in science classes. A knowledgeable girl with the lower body of a slug.

Some people have already started dating, curious to experience the connections between monsters and humans in as many creative ways as possible. You blushed as you heard some people talk about it. You admitted to yourself that you looked at some of your new classmates with lustful eyes, or at least an aroused curiosity. Staring at their bodies, wings, tails, and claws, you couldn't help but feel curiosity grow deep inside. That was when you first ran into Becca.

You are late having slept in and rush as fast as you can to make up some time, stumbling through the corridors. The special course just started and being late on the first day is not good. You were nervous the day before and couldn't sleep well, only to then sleep in. A special course with mixed classes, only a few people get into it, and you don’t want to let the chance slip away to take part in it. You are lost in your mind, thinking about how this will be your chance to fit into a group. There are fewer people, and all you have to do for today is make a good first impression. You barely see the big woman come out of the hall to your side and can’t stop anymore. Falling back as you bounced off of her.

"Can you look where you go, moron?"

Her attitude was bad and you looked up at her apologizing, even though you definitely felt the crash more. Becca was taller than you; her skin was a meld of orange and red, with black spots mixed in. Her short, light outfit made it clear how muscular she was. Long legs and abs are showing. No wonder she barely noticed you crashing into her. You stood up, apologizing once more as the hound scoffed.

„Better fucking look next time, tiny.“

You brushed yourself off and quickly kept moving, getting into class just before it started. Sweating and out of breath, you tried your best to make a good first impression, but admittedly, you weren’t doing a good job at it.

The teacher is an arachne, and after one of the students fainted, the class went well. Until just a bit in, the door was opened, and a familiar voice echoed through the quiet room. The eyes moved away from the professor up front, towards the door being slammed open.

„Sorry, teach, got lost here, never getting used to this place. Not even a damn minotaur could find their way though these maze-like halls.“

Becca stands at the door. The Spiderwoman kept her cool and told her to sit and maybe make use of the maps hung around the campus.

„Yeah, yeah, not going to happen again."

The hellhound grins and looks around. Then she starts walking up the stairs of the reading hall.. No, no, no, this has to be a bad joke, you think as she sits down next to you.

„If it isn't our runner today, you really could have hurt a fly with how fast you were going."

Her mocking tone annoys you. You are even somewhat bigger and taller for your age. But it seems normal for someone as big as Becca to think everyone is smaller.

As the lesson continues, you get a few glimpses of her. She scribbles something down from time to time, looking at her phone or just around. Even though her attitude is rough from what you have seen, she is undeniably pretty. Strong and big, her muscles and toned body is athletic. Her eyes are little fires darting around. You shake your head a bit, trying to focus, as you feet the heat coming off of her. A constant, warm aura surrounds her. You take off your sweatshirt, making sure not to touch her body. Your gaze falls on her again. This time, lower down, her shoulder and arms could probably crush you, though you have seen many monsters around who are strong. Then a quick glance at her croptop. Her breasts are on the smaller side, which is clearly visible and you notice her nipples poking through the fabric. Perky and pretty.

Another wave of the hellhound's heat engulfs you. You pull your gaze away from the heat rising up, Your own body warming up as you feel yourself grow aroused. You have felt horny from time to time, but didn't take any time to jerk off. You have been too busy and stressed the last couple weeks. Now you feel yourself growing hard.

Damn, if someone noticed, they would think you were some kind of perv, though being so focussed, gazing at Becca the way you are doesnt help beating the accusations. That's when you notice the people getting up and packing their things. The lesson is over, and you spend half of it looking at Becca and being stuck inside your own head. Fuck! You look at the board up front and begin to write everything down. The people leave, but the room stays open, luckily. As you focus, the heat still runs through your body and as you stand up quickly packing up your things, you collide once more with Becca, who stands next to you, picking up some of her stuff. You are surprised how you havent noticed her.

„Are you stupid or just into running into me, tiny? Maybe you are blind or what?"

Clearly annoyed, her fiery eyes turn towards you.

„Say something!“

Normally so shy after missing the lesson and messing up your first impression in this course as well, though your usual calmness fades. Trying your best to muster resistance you tell her that you arent tiny, she is just tall and why the fuck she is still around anyway. The small resistance you showed melts quickly as Becca stares at you, the heat around her growing. You are annoyed but start to worry you might have messed up.

„I was just getting a few things, and you fucking ran into me.“

The hound pushes you down and looks down, as her lips curl into a smirk. Noticing her expression you look down at your erection tenting in your pants.

“So are you running into girls to get your rocks off? I could have sworn you were staring at me. And you call me big. Do you think something is wrong with that? Think I'm too strong or something.“

Instead of getting up, you are pinned with ease under her hand as she leans down. The heat coming off of her makes your knees so weak that you couldnt get up no matter how hard you try.

„Wanna tell me something, slutty?"

You have to choose your words carefully, looking up at her and explaining yourself. Maybe honesty is simply the best in this case. You explain how you just found her interesting and pretty and her heat hit your body and you weren't used to it. As for running into her you just were rushing and fucked up it happens, not that he would even notice since she was incredibly toned and athletic. That is what you meant with big.

The hound smiles and after a bit, sits down on top of you. Her ass pressing down against your erection.

“Tell you what tiny I will forget you ogled me like a perv, but instead you will be my nice pet for a bit. You know the teacher won't help you, and I won't get kicked out. My family spends a huge amount of cash on these buildings.“

You can't risk your education here and nod, a mix of anger and shame rushing over you. But you feel something else; maybe it is the heat coming off of her body on top of you, but you feel incredibly aroused.

Becca leans down and presses her body against yours, her stiff nipples rubbing against yours, as your cock twitches and you look away from her. Your cock rubbing against her toned cheeks

„Not even asking me to get off, you are a perv, aren't you my pet?”

You hesitate… then nod. Making her laugh.

“So you just need to sign a contract and be my pet for the next week and in return, I will forget about all that here.”

The sensation of her smothering, almost crushing your body under hers and the constant heat flowing over you, makes you throb. Unable to stop the pleasure. You fully notice how pent-up and full you are, but Becca just smiles as you suddenly hit the edge. The heat suddenly pools against your crotch, your tip pressing and burying itself against her ass. As she grinds up and down, making you whimper.

„Oh, someone is feeling the passion and heat of a Hound for the first time. Get used to it; you will spend a lot of time around me.”

You let out an involuntary moan as she stands up. The heat all around you, as your head swims with arousal, the heat still pooling in your full and pent-up cock.

„Btw, you can sign our little contract in a special way.“

Becca looks at you and snaps, turning around and using her tail to smother your face against her sexy rear. Kissing her cheeks as you let out muffled moans.

„Cum tiny! Cum and be my pet for a bit."

The heat shoots up, your arousal spikes as you feel the orgasm break over you. The cum practically being forced out of you. You moan and cum into your pants, the warm sticky mess of pent up cum filling your underwear, as you let it out in front of Becca. The Hound smiles at you and puts a hand on your head, a flaming signature appearing beneath the contract. The heat finally calms down a bit, Becca grins, looking straight at the wet, sticky stain.

„You did good and don't mind the orgasm. Humans just can't handle the heat. Clean yourself up and meet me later; I already put my number on your phone. Don't be late, or I'll make sure the next time you cum in front of everyone.“

Your brain barely follows what just happened, but before you can say anything, Becca helps you up.

„And hey, don't worry, most humans would have cummed way earlier, especially after being in contact with me, so no worries, and don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Contract and all. Not that I have much to say anyway. My parents have shit to do with the school that was a total bluff“

With that, she leaves you standing there. The mess in your pants running down your leg, sweating and out of breath. That's how you got to know Becca the Hellhound .