Class at Cox

Riley squeaked as he felt a rough hand land powerfully on his ass.

"Hullo, Riley..." A playful voice hissed in his ear. Riley yelped as he felt the same, powerful hand dig into his jeans-clothed ass, grabbing greedily.

"S-Sally! Don't do that!" Riley hissed, squirming out of the girl's grip. Sally threw her head back and laughed, carelessly slinging a hand over his shoulder and tugging Riley into her. Riley's eyes widened momentarily before he was squished into Sally's ample bosom.

"C'mon... I know you love it!" Sally giggled, tugging a red-faced Riley along as they walked through the gate to the Cox Center for Innovation.

"That's harassment." Riley countered as Sally threw her head back and guffawed good-naturedly. Riley paused, for a moment, his gaze drifting to the monumentous statue in the center of the college square, depicting a tall woman fashioned in Lady Justice's visage, blindfolded, one hand holding the scales of justice and the sword of justice in her other hand.

Though, what really caught the attention of most students was her... other sword, or the noticeable bulge that was garishly eye-catching beneath her bronzed robes.

Arabella Cox was the revered founder of Futatropolis, the first of many Futa-havens around the country, cities dedicated to the safety and inclusivity of the Futanari gender, a historically marginalized and oppressed gender. Arabella had formed Futatropolis in the early 1900s- though it was originally just called 'Futa Haven' and was a small village fighting off hatred-filled zealots.

However, as Futanaris from around the world had emigrated to the small city, slowly growing it into the modern technological utopia it had become. It was only a decade in fact, since the legislation was passed to officially rename Futa Haven to Futatropolis.

Ever since then, Futatropolis had grown past the Futa-exclusive city it once was, opening its doors to males and females to enter, many people drawn to the city in the hopes of making money. Futatropolis was still a Futa-majority city- in fact, 20% of all Futanari in the United States lived in Futatropolis- a population of just over one million. Futas also made up 70% of the Futatropolis population.

"Damn Ry... I knew you were horny but you don't need to eye-fuck our glorious benefactor like that!" Sally giggled, following his gaze. Riley blushed, rolling his eyes.

"But if you're that **** for cock... I know for a fact Mindy Burton's been eyeing you like a piece of meat ever since we enrolled!"

Riley shook his head, having hoped she'd have offered someone else's cock if he was ever feeling horny... namely, hers.

Riley had met Sally Callahan in freshman year of high school. It was a story so stereotypical it almost made him laugh- he was the bullied, nervous, non-masculine and the easy target for bullies kid. Sally was the no-nonsense, sharp-talking imposing loner knight in shining armor who came to his rescue.

But that was the true story, and Riley reasoned all clichés were cliché for a reason.

Ever since then, he and Sally had stuck together, through middle school, high school, and now even college, as they'd decided to go to Cox together- albeit studying different things.

"What do you have today?" Riley asked, looking up at his friend.

"I've got a Media Studies class... but I might skip it. Might have a new lead on Sloane." Sally murmured, nervously chewing on her shirt collar.

Riley held back a sigh. Sloane was Sally's older sister, a technical genius who'd decided to become an archaeologist. She was an idol to both Sally and Riley for not only her intelligence but her whip-smart intellect and sharp demeanour that had everyone on edge.

Sloane had abruptly disappeared on a dig expedition in Egypt however, and was never heard from again. No amount of police work had resulted in anything, and the family had even gone as far as to hire Private Investigators, all of whom were unable to find anything. The working theory was that Sloane had died in a tomb cave-in, but Sally refused to believe it, citing that Sloane had never expressed any interest in the collapsed tomb.

This had led her to aggressively pursue a career in highly investigative journalism, using her sources and skills almost as a means to find out what happened to the fate of her sister.

Sally had pursued an insane amount of 'leads' since the incident, irrespective of how ridiculous and far-fetched it was. Sally had left no stone unturned from Egyptian cults to FBI cover-ups. Of course, her unethical practices had led to her getting into quite a fair bit of trouble.

"Don't give me that look, Ry..." Sally murmured, avoiding her friend's gaze. Riley softened his features as he turned to go to his lecture room.

"Sally... you know I'll support you in anything, and you know I believe you when you say Sloane's still out there somewhere, but... is it worth you degree?" Riley asked. Sally shook her head sadly.

"You know the answer to that, Ry." Sally answered sadly before turning around and flipping her phone open. Riley let out an explosively sad sigh before a beeping on his watch pulled him out of his stupor. Shit! He was still late!

-x-

"Sorry I'm late, Professor!" Riley yelped as he dashed into the room, panting heavily.

"Again, Mr. Robinson? I'm starting to think you don't want to be here." Professor Megan Prince said, a playful hint in her tone. Riley blushed, looking down under the weight of her soft gaze.

"N-not at all, Professor!" Riley placated. Professor Prince nodded thoughtfully.

"Very well then, Mr. Robinson. Have a seat, we were just about to start learning about bionanotechnology." She said. Riley suddenly paled.

"W-what?" He asked. Professor Prince frowned.

"Bionanotechnology, Mr. Robinson. If it sounds new and scary, that's probably because it is- but not to worry, Mr. Robinson as it is my job to make it as simple and approachable as possible. Now, if you could please kindly take a seat, we can get the class started." Professor Prince answered. She kept the same motherly smile on her face, her tone still even though a hint of impatience cracked through.

"R-right. Of course." Riley muttered, hurried shuffling up the lecture hall and hastily taking a seat as Prof. Prince began to speak.

"How do you do it, bro?" A guy next to him whispered in Riley's ear.

"Do what?" Riley whispered back.

"Get on Professor Prince's good side, dude! You've been late to like, every class, but you haven't gotten any credits deducted!"

Riley frowned.

"I dunno. Just a good student in class, I guess." Riley murmured back.

"MR. ROBINSON!" Professor Prince's voice suddenly boomed through the room. Riley shot up, gulping.

"You have come late to my class- for the fifth time this month, might I add. You spend an unnecessary amount of time interrogating me on what I am teaching, and then have the nerve to pick up a side conversation while I am teaching?" She hisses. Riley shrunk into his seat, heat coloring his cheeks.

"T-terribly sorry, Professor. It won't happen again, I swear!"

"It better not, Mr. Robinson. Or there will be consequences!" She thundered, before taking a deep breath and resuming her teaching.

This was probably the one disadvantage with going to Cox. College had the reputation for being pretty chill. Professors were nice, understanding, and even at times just didn't give a fuck.

But not at Cox. It was the highest ranked non-Ivy League school in the nation for a reason. If you weren't making six figures within ten years of graduating from Cox, you wouldn't receive an invite tot he reunion. For this very reason, Cox graduates were some of the most prized in the world.

"Damn. My bad, bro." The person beside Riley muttered. Riley didn't bother responding, keeping his eyes glued to the screen, taking notes with a feverish passion

-x-

"That should be all for today, folks! Remember to have those practice quizzes on my desk by next week!"

Riley slowly stood up, stetching himself out before shoving his notebook into his bag and joining the throng of students as the excitedly walked the lecture hall steps, letting himself be swept up in the conversation.

Professor Prince was a phenomenal teacher, easily the best Riley ever had. She used to work with some of the world leaders in biomechanics, before retiring and becoming a teacher. As a result, she had all sorts of industry secrets she didn't gatekeep and often brought in her old friends from the industry to give talks.

"Mr. Robinson! A word, please?"

Riley stilled as he heard the Professor call for him.

"Good luck, bro." Someone murmured- probably the same guy was next to. Riley waited nervously until the entire hall had emptied before walking up to Professor Prince.

"Professor, I'm so so sorry-"

"Please, Riley. Have a seat." Professor Prince asked him heavily, taking her glasses off and sitting down behind her large mahogany desk.