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"Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?" the otter repeated, stressing and re-stressing different words as if shifting his tone would suddenly unlock his brain and the prompt would pour out onto the blank page in front of him, the cursor blinking demandingly at him.

"I am... Blake" he muttered, dropping his name out of his mouth with an unceremoniously grunt. His fingers rattled on the keys, not actually typing anything but hoping the motion might motivate some sudden burst of inspiration. "I am a freshman..."

"I am..." his voice trailed off, struggling to even fill in the blank with another meaningless filler.

"...Sick of this assignment!" He slammed down on the keyboard, groaning loudly before his eyes suddenly caught the blinking notification in his tab's bar.

"Huh... Time for a break," he justified as the cursor drew across the screen to where the little email blipped at him, beckoning.

Subject: Hey, Freshman. Only Open This Email If You're Looking to Learn Something ;)

He stared at the screen, blinking.

"That's... probably not from a professor."

"It's probably a chain letter."

"Or spam."

Yet, at the same time, he knew if he was done looking at that email then it was right back to that essay awaiting him, and he didn't want that at all.

"What's the worst that could happen?" he asked the empty room, shrugging once before he clicked onto the subject line, letting the email load and open across the browser page.

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Subject: Hey, Freshman. Only Open This Email If You're Looking to Learn Something ;)

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Hey newbie,

If you're getting sick of first year shit and want to learn something real, visit Sir Garfield Randversson tonight.

Bring your boner ;)

Love,

The First Year Welcoming Committee

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"That's gotta be a prank" he muttered, clicking the tab closed with a huff, but with the tab gone his essay popped back into view. A deep sense of disgust burbled in his stomach at the prompt: Respond to the following question with a personal essay utilizing proper grammar and a big dose of creativity to let me learn a little about you: who am I?

"Fuck that," he grunted and re-opened the tab to escape the foreboding assignment.

"Visit Sir Garfield Randversson?" he mused, thinking of the university's founder. "Isn't he like... dead?"

His mind searched for a clue in a endless, unsuccessful loop until he suddenly remembered the classic copper statue that guarded the center courtyard of the campus. "Ah ha! That must be what they mean!"

Overcome with the rush of excitement from his realization, Blake leapt from his swiveling chair and grabbed for his sneakers instinctively heading right towards the door.

"But wait.... I still don't know what they're doing.... At all."

His feet shuffled for a moment before stopping entirely. "What if it's like some huge hazing thing? Is hazing still a thing? Is hazing a thing if you're not joining something? I think that's just for fraternities... It could be a prank though. But... I could just leave, right? No one says I have to stay there if I go..." His mind was racing, a million questions and contemplations whirring through the spin cycle of his mind.

"What the hell!" he finally blurted, rolling back his glittering blue eyes with a slight thrash of his shoulders. "I'm sick of hanging around here!" So, he lunged forth through the dorm door, down the hallway, and out into the embrace of the night.

******

"And so, our first victim has arrived..." The otter jolted at the sudden sound of a voice purring out from behind the statue as he approached. He calmed slightly as a young, slender deer stepped into the dim light of the moon's beams with a sly smile plastered on his face.

The deer winked, the white of his fur glittering silver in the soft light while Blake could faintly make out a strange, black tattoo covering his left shoulder, some sort of tribal decoration. Celyn tracked his eyes down to the spot, grinning. "Yeah, all the runners for the team got matching symbols, signify loyalty or some shit." He grinned, his teeth were bright white.

"A-ah cool." Blake mumbled, his eyes slowly sinking down to stare at the grass.

"Now, now. No getting shy." The deer sashayed forward, catching the otter's gaze with the athletic strength that seemed to ebb through his slim body, toned from running obviously. "I'm Celyn."

"Hey now!" A new voice broke out, jerking Blake's attention upwards to see the bright sparkling gaze and thick, bushy tail of a chirper squirrel he'd spotted once before on campus, leading around a tour group!

"Aren't you... uh-" he racked at his brain to recall the name. "Tami?"

"You got it!" she chirped, clapping her hands together and jumping up with a ruffling bounce of her tail. Even standing still, she did a boxer's shuffle back and forth, like she had too much energy and excitement to ever fully stop moving. "You met me on the tours, right?"

"Mhm" his head bobbed, uncertainty starting to rise up again as he tried to piece together what these furs could have in common.

"So," another voice interrupted, this time one more powerful, yet feminine. It seemed almost to rumble with a purr as the short Sabertooth girl strode in view. Her brilliant red hair had been pulled to the side into a braid that flopped against her shoulder. Her trim, athletic body was on display in a petite, cropped leather top that clung to her perky breasts before a matching leather skirt clung to her strong thighs. "This is the prey for the night?"

A jolt raced up his spine at the sight of the girl and her oversized teeth glinting in the moon's faltering light.

"Now now-" another, soft toned voice washed over his from behind his shoulder. "Don't frighten the boy." The voice came from a girl whose curves almost perfectly captured the hourglass physique so often drawn and dreamt about. Her body seemed to just flare out at wide hips and a full ass that almost made Blake blush since her loose dress so hugged to her form. Even her nipples were free beneath the thin fabric and poked out into the air.

"Meike, calm down," Tami scolded much to the delight of Ceyln. "You're getting the boy all excited!"

Blake flushed pink until the colored glowed through his fur, realizing the front of his shorts had begun to tent from the sight of the cow's lush body.

"Awwh! Now he's blushing!" Meike crooned, stepping closer so he could see the spill of her silvery hair falling down her back. Her fingers reached out, touching to his chin. "Don't be shy with us, Blake. We are here to teach you after all."

"Teach me?" Blake's eye brows poked up onto his forehead while he stumbled a step backwards away from the girl only to feel the hovering presence of the slender deer moving in behind him with his hands stroking out only the otter's slim hips. "W-what do you mean?"

"Well, didn't you read out email, silly?" Tami asked, her voice chirpy and excited while she bounced in closer on his right. "We're going to teach you everything you need to know for college-"

"-To be successful in the bedroom-" Interjected Meike with a dreamy giggle and a wink that sent a shiver instantly up Blake's spine while he felt his boner give another twitch inside its fabric prison.

"-Or anywhere else!" Came a purr from the otherwise quiet sabertooth, instantly flushing the boy further. Normally, if overwhelmed by some flirtatious girl, Blake could just focus his mind elsewhere in her pauses and quell the rising excitement in his pants, but with four people surrounding him where could he go?!

"What should we teach him first?" Shifa asked the group, a mischievous glint in her bright, green eyes. She was sneaking in closer to his side, his fingers nearly touching his arm as she leaned in over the opposite shoulder from the bouncing squirrel.

"Well, first, he has to consent! Haven't you learned anything from all the talks!" Tami scolded, though her tone wasn't truly commanding at all, almost giggly before she pressed into Blake's side so her breasts pushed around like bookends on either side of his arms. Her voice lowered, whispering right into his ear. "What do you think, Blake? Want to take our course?"

"I-I...." Blake wasn't sure what to think. He could feel his heart pumping blood madly through his entire body, though it was all starting to pool in his growing, pulsating boner which he was beyond hiding at this point as it announced itself in a tent between his thighs. His head felt almost light and emptied out as he looked from each of their faces to the next. They all glittered in the moonlight, eyes sparkling with a shared thrill perhaps the taste of innocence and corruption, the feeling of superiority from age and knowledge, or just the danger of acting so in the center courtyard of the campus exposed on all sides.

"I'll teach you how to do things.... With your tongue that will be envied by everyone-" Ceyln crooned, his voice suddenly pouring like melted chocolate into Blake's ear before he saw the slender form lower down in front of him, squatting above the pavement as two hands zoomed across the shivering otter's crotch. His touch stroked downwards, focusing steadily in towards the jutting, pulsing package captured in the cloth.

"I'll take you to all the places on campus where you won't get caught-" Tami whispered, her lips suddenly landing ever so softly onto Blake's half-cupped curl of an ear. His cheeks were burning from their whispers.

"We're all experts in something..." Shafri explained, her voice throaty and gruff while she settled in behind Tami, actually starting to stroke down the girl's hips and over the flare of her ass. One hand had grabbed the girl's tail and pushed it up, hiking it against her back like it was a skirt hiding her ass from view. The curvature of her bottom freed, the squirrel rammed the soft flesh back into the waiting hand, accepting the firm, possessive grope.

"Shafri will teach you how to take charge," Meike added, her voice so tender and liquid in Blake's ear he nearly melted when her lips finally touched to his cheek, it was like an angel had landed to touch him. The girl's fingertips were unlike the others, so fleeting in her caresses of his arm that he almost tremored as he waited for their repetition. "I'm an expert in the game, the tease, the temptation..." The girl met his eyes, capturing his gaze and stealing it from the other three professors that surrounded him. "I will make you want whatever I wish to do..."

Blake gulped. He didn't even know where to look. So much was happening.

His pants had been shucked open, though tentatively, checking for a silence sign of approval until the otter had croaked out a semi-coherent yes and bobbed his head desperately, though he still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening.

"I've got to be dreaming... having a crazy wet dream..." He thought to himself, though apparently it escaped his slack jaws.

"You're not dreaming, silly!"

"We want the freshman to feel welcome after all!"

A sudden squeak escaped the otter, a high pitch and animalistic noise as he felt the night air hit the bare flesh of his cock, pulsing and hot in the supple hands of the deer. He felt the fuzz of the velvet fur that covered Ceyln's fingertips as the young man stroked down his length. "Mmm.... nice girth, long..." He gave a churr of approval before his lips parted open wide and a bubblegum pink tongue slowly folded out from within.

With a flick, the tip slurped up the side of Blake's throbbing, pulsing length and drew a wet track along his flushed skin.

"Oooh!" He gasped, moaning into the air.

"Careful now," Tami whispered in his ear, starting to kiss down his furry neck while her fingers stroked over his chest. "Lesson one of fooling around outside, everyone sleeps with their windows down. Sound travels-"

"That's why working in pairs is best," Meike said, interrupting as her lips closed in over his. This time, when he moaned at Ceyln's lips tightening around his tip and welcoming into a squeezing, sucking heat, the sound was lost into the girl's mouth, her kiss.

"God..." Blake thought to himself, his own mind a distant voice behind all the more dominating ones surrounding him. "I-I can't hold off for long." He thought, stiffening his jaw into the soft, coaxing kisses of the curvy bovine. He could feel her breasts rubbing into his chest, nipples poking softly.

Sure, the youthful otter had masturbated. He'd fooled around. He'd never, on his life, done something like this. The amount of stimulation was unmatched. Everywhere he looked he noticed more. Every part of his body was feeling something.

Meike tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling him into her kisses. He felt her nails teasing through to his scalp, massaging idly while her tongue coaxed his forth to taste her. Shifa's fingers filled the air with a squelching, squeaking rhythm as they pumped into Tami's drooling cunt. Blake could just barely see the foggy vision of the fingering, but he could hear the squirrel's moaning into his ear perfectly as she clung to his shoulder for support: "Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck yes, just like that. God Almighty! Sweeeeeeeet Baby- Fuck!"

Past them, out past the piling of body parts gathering in the center of the courtyard he could see all of campus stretching out. Dorm buildings with their flung open windows lit up with the golden incandescence just within, illuminating the space around them with a glow. Every light meant a pair of eyes that could spot them. All it took was one curious onlooker, a second of dumb luck and someone would see them perfectly centered beside the founder's statue, on display for them to see.

"Mmm.... have you noticed the beauty of the venue?" Tami whispered, voice hitching with hiccuping moans. "Isn't it thrilling to know anyone from campus could see you? Anyone could look out and spot you.. Cock out, buried in that sexy boy's mouth-" She paused, whimpering out a string of creative curses as Blake himself bit onto his tongue as Ceyln began to gulp and swallow around his tip, gargling him as deep as he could fit into the deer's slender throat.

"Never gotten such a blowjob before, have you?" Meike crooned, petting down his chest with her whispering finger nails.

"U-uh-"

"Never had a blowjob before?" Shafri interpreted, grinning. "Mmm, a little virginal experience here."

Ceyln paused, pulling back slowly off his pulsing rod. "This is your first time and you haven't exploded yet?" He asked, though each word broke with a soft, fleeting kiss over the boy's pointed tip, as though to keep him warm in the cooling night air.

"I-I... I guess?"

"Good man! Star pupil!"

"Wow!"

"Really impressive!"

They all chorused their praise for a few seconds, but then the deer gave a sly grin. "How about we test our student then? Prepare him for the rigor of upcoming midterms?"

The girls all giggled and chattered with delight before the deer languidly lowered his supple lips once again. Shifting, lowering beside him on her knees, Shafri knelt on the concrete. Her hand, locked onto Tami's thigh, pulled the girl's cunt over above her lips locking onto the hidden lower lips beneath a skirt. Her hand though, the one slick with warmed, fresh pussy juices, latched onto the flared base of Blake's pulsating, impatient cock. Her fingers started to squeeze and pump, working the bottom half of his shaft while Ceyln's lips began to lavish attention over the more sensitive head.

Meike grabbed his head again, pulling him down into her kiss while her fingers raced through his hair. He felt himself moan into her mouth, though all he felt was the flood of sensation rippling through his body.

Heat surrounded him on all sides in sharp, plain contrast to the chilled air the filled the night sky. He could feel the intense, almost burning heat of Ceyln's mouth on him, slurping and sucking him down into a warm bath of spittle. Yet, a different sort of heat radiated from the pressing, hugging fingers from the sabertooth. Her fur was thicker, more lush that Ceyln's velveteen touches and so much different from the slick texture of his mouth.

Against her chest, he felt Tami and her perky, firm breasts on one side meeting and kissing to the full, ample bosom of the bovine on the opposite side of him. Each one had his arms centered within the crease of their cleavage, as though balancing him within their grouping. The heat of their bodies washed over him, mere shreds of his body feeling the pure night air without a wisp of someone else's body warming him, heating him, touching him constantly.

"Are you going to cum for us?" Tami whispered. "Are you going to risk being caught out here a second longer? Want to cum for Ceyln? Say thank you for his slurping, sucking lips? Ever think you liked boys before, hmm? Want me to cum? We could cum together-" She paused, letting out a whimpering moan like it was proof while the thick, wet squelching and slurping of the feline's licking added evidence.

"I want to see you splatter the pavement, make a mess-" A sudden jerk came over him. He felt the sudden stiffness of orgasm like someone had cast it over him. The sucking, the squeezing, the kissing, the teasing... It was all too much. He couldn't take much more. His cock pulsated with every passing second. His heart beat ebbed down every inch of his rod while the soft lips of the deer kissed and slurped around him, the tongue stroking up and down and swirling the flare of his head.

Tender, wanton lips pulled his into a kiss, a fierce and deep kiss that let him taste the sweetness in the bovine's mouth while the milky spill of her breasts mashed into his chest.

"Cum for us, Blake. Cum..." He started to shudder. He bit at his lip, scratching the girl's lip before she deepened the kiss, silencing him into her mouth as he cried out with the twitching, spasming status of his cock below.

A bellow poured into Meike's wide kiss as his hips jerked. The first jerk sprayed right into Ceyln's throat, shooting the thick salty goo right down into him before he pulled back, letting a spray land on his tongue before it streaked freely onto the red, brick cobblestone below. Tami hesitated, awing at the devious orgasm before her own smashed into her with a gripping passion.

Together, they clung to one another as Blake and Tami came within second of one another, riding through the alternating waves of rising and dying pleasure until they both stumbled, limp and tired into the framework of the small tribe.

Meike grinned, kissing Blake's cheek once more as she nodded down to his streaking white mess on the ground below. "Good job-" She whispered, grinning. Tami echoed the sentiment, mimicking her on the opposite side once again.

Shafri laughed, standing up and wiping her mouth. "College is, after all, about making your mark."

******

"Who am I?" Blake asked the computer later that night, a dull voice escaping him after the night he'd had. He stared for a second at the blank page before he began to write.

"I am Blake. I am a freshman, and a student. I live to learn what others have to offer because everyone has an expertise..."