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Sampson brushed his fiery red hair out of his face, pushing it up between his tall ears. He then slipped up a beanie to cover his head, and wrapped a scarf around his neck and ears. Sampson always felt defeated in winter. It was hard to for him to keep his ears warm. He huffed as he zipped up his jacket, swung his bag over his shoulder, and set off into the snow covered ground. The fresh powder taking on the imprints of his boots as he went.

The jerboa tugged up his bag, nearly slipping on some ice as he did. Quick to catch his balance he started to shuffle instead of step. He scraped his way to the cafe and went inside. Banging his boots on the floor to kick the snow away. "Leif. Coffee, black, to go...Please." he added as an after thought.

Leif made his exchange with Sampson. The jerboa nodded to the tiger in thanks and sipped on his beverage as he went back out into the cold air. A wolf passed by him on his way out. Sampson went to close the door and paused. He looked up.

"Exactly who I need," he threw the door back open and grabbed the wolf by his jacket before he got out of reach. Logan let out a yelp of surprise. "Oi, you!" Sampson said as Logan spun around, and looked down, "I need you."

"Uh...ok?" Logan looked very baffled.

"We share the same bio class," said Sampson, "You're that quiet, smart dude that sits up front. I've been having difficulty lately and need some help studying."

"Oh, well, that shouldn't be a problem," said Logan, feeling a bit off-put by the jerboas assertiveness.

"The names Sampson," he said holding out his paw.

"Oh, I know who you are," said Logan, shaking with him, "I'm Logan."

"Nice to meet you," said Sampson, "I'll see you back here at four." With that, Sampson walked off, leaving a very puzzled Logan behind.

Sampson yawned a bit, then started to nurse his coffee. He let out a sigh as he trudged on to his first class. Sampson flipped his hat and scarf off once inside, his large ears flipping up like flags over his head. He brushed his hair back and made his way into the lab. He'd already finished his bachelors in chemical engineering, and wanted to expand to biochemical engineering as well. Sampson sat down as he prepared to sit through what he considered a very boring lecture on nuclear components.

Every one in his classes always came to him for input. Now, he wasn't sure how to feel asking someone else for help. Things usually came easy for him and if it didn't, he'd give it money till it was easy. Sampson paid no mind at all to the lecture as he wondered what he should pay the wolf for helping him study. Sampson then wondered if he'd been too pushy. 'Too late for that,' he thought to himself. Several hours of classes came and went, and Sampson was ready to head back to the cafe.

He didn't bother much making sure his ears were perfectly tucked down as he just pulled his hat down and tossed his scarf around and tucked it into his jacket front. He was too concerned with improving his grades and actually looked forward to having a study buddy.

Sampson went into the cafe and ordered a fresh cup of coffee. He out to the side deck and brushed off a chair covered in snow and took a seat. He tucked a cigarette between his lips and lit up. Waiting for Logan. And waited.

"Damn that wolf," Sampson said irritably as he looked down at his watch,"He's a half hour late." He chuckled to himself and shook his head, "Then again, I was kind of pushy."

Sampson doodled in one of his books as he continued waiting. He then saw the wolf hiking his way to the cafe. He slammed his book down onto the table and marched over to the wolf. Logan stopped as he was startled by the sudden appearance of the jerboa.

"You're late!" Sampson threw up his arms.

Logan snorted, "You're lucky I even came. Besides, you never asked if I had class."

"And that's my fault," Sampson smirked, "Now get your ass over here. I need you to pick my brain apart and piece it back together."

"Coffee first?" Logan asked.

"My treat," said Sampson as he stuffed a ten into Logan's paw, "Tip the change, thanks."

Sampson spun on the spot and went back to his seat. Logan squeezed on the bill as he tried to keep cool headed. He was only trying to be nice after all. And he was flattered someone asked him for help. Leif greeted Logan as the wolf came in.

"Gettin' your usual, bub?" Leif asked as he picked up a cup and went to brewing.

"Sure thing," said Logan as he exchanged money with the cashier, "Keep the change." Logan was looking out the window at Sampson. He seemed to be standing about impatiently as he puffed away on a cigarette. Logan let out a very audible sigh.

Leif put his coffee up on the counter and then followed his stare, "You could always go ask him for his number."

Logan spun around to face Leif, "Wha?! No! It's nothing like that."

"Mmhmm," Leif chuckled, "Then what is it?"

"He's just asked me to help him study," Logan sighed, "And, well, his attitude, is, I don't know. He's so forceful."

"Hah, I remember him when I first met him," Leif chuckled, "He demanded to know why I didn't know what his usual was the second day he came in. Ever since then, it's coffee, black, to go. He's been saying please and thank you a lot more lately. I think his Napoleon complex has died down over the years."

"Must be how he gets away with things," Logan shook his head as he picked up his coffee.

"That, and his dad is the dean of students," said Leif, "He's got expectations to live up to and he's probably under a lot of stress always being under the eyes of the watchful overlord."

"Huh," was all Logan could get out at that information, "Thanks for the coffee." The wolf went out the side door to join the impatient jerboa. Sampson sighed as he pulled a chair out for Logan and dusted it off, pointing down at it. "Oh, thank you."

"You're welcome," he said briskly, "Alright man. Here's the thing, I got a C on the final, and I gotta boost that up to at least a B plus."

"That's a passing grade though," said Logan.

"It's not good enough," said Sampson, "I want to do better. I want to be able to completely understand the topics at hand. I can't mess up names anymore than I already have, or discovering that in the middle of a test that my brain completely spaced out what a fucking protozoa is."

"Oh," said Logan as he nodded, "Well, alright. Tell me where you want to start and maybe I can explain things to you better than what we get in class."

Sampson pulled out his book and Logan had to cock his head in amazement. There were hundreds of sticky notes hanging out of the sides of the book. Each one had numbers and small commentaries on them. Sampson looked at Logan, "What? I'm organized, alright? Let's just do this."

Logan had his work cut out. After going through a chapter of sticky notes, Sampson started being more polite and chatty. Logan figured maybe his irritable attitude was just him stressing over his grades, which the wolf still thought was ridiculous, but to each their own.

Sampson stopped Logan when he was midway through explaining something, "I'm not holding you up, am I?"

"Not really," said Logan.

"It's already seven, and not once have you had any regard for doing what you want to," the Jerboa leaned onto the table as he stared at the wolf, "You have friends and aspirations, yes?"

"Well, yeah," said Logan, he felt really on the spot now, "I just, I don't interact much. I'm usually the wall flower. My friends do make their best attempts to drag me out of my shell though."

"Yet, you've chosen to hang with me, a high status, dodgy bastard with an attitude problem?" Sampson nailed himself down.

Logan let out a panicked huff, "You asked me to help you, so I am."

"I like your generosity wolf," said Sampson composedly, "Allow me to be generous. How much do I owe you for helping me today?" He pulled out his wallet.

Logan looked taken aback, "I'm sorry?"

"I've taken your day from you," said Sampson, "You could've been studying for yourself. Playing games with friends. Getting a good fuck in. But you chose me, so I'm going to pay you for your services."

"That's not necessary," said Logan.

Sampson looked a little befuddled, "What's your game, wolf?"

"No game," Logan said as he closed the biology book, "I'm just doing this as a friend."

Sampson smirked at that, "You don't even know me."

"Well," Logan huffed as he stood up, "Maybe I'd like to." Logan threw his bag over his shoulder, "When do you want to meet next?"

Sampson nodded as he accepted defeat, "Alright. Fine. Tomorrow, same time?"

"I'll be here at five," said Logan. The wolf turned about and left Sampson to sit and contemplate. After a few minutes, the jerboa decided to pack up his things and head for home.

The next day, him and Logan met up at the cafe. Sampson insisted he buy Logan his coffee, and the wolf gave in. Sampson took this as a small victory. As hours passed Sampson tired of studying and decided to break Logan off, "What do you do for fun?"

Logan paused and perked his ears back, "Uh, well, not much. I play games I guess. I mostly just tag along with my friends."

"Well," Sampson said willfully, "What do they do for fun?"

Logan shrugged, "Well, one likes to play dress up. And they all do table top games."

"Table top?" Sampson inquired.

"Like, role playing games." said Logan, "With character sheets and dice."

"Huh, I've never played any of those," said Sampson, "I've only ever passed nerds playing it in the commons. Never thought it would be interesting. I guess if a guy like you does it, maybe I can too. You should show me sometime."

"Yeah, sure," said Logan.

"If you ever want to hang, here's my number," Sampson handed Logan a business card.

How pretentious thought Logan, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

After several weeks of tutoring, the study sessions between Logan and Sampson became fewer. The jerboa was starting to understand his assignments better. On one of the days they were supposed to study, Sampson showed up empty handed.

"Are...we not studying today?" Logan asked.

"Nope," said Sampson as he handed Logan his coffee, "We're hanging out today. You deserve a break."

"Thanks," said Logan as he took his coffee, "What'd you have in mind?"

"Whatever you want to do," said Sampson.

"Oh, uhm..."the wolf scratched his head, "I guess we... uh... We can go for a walk?"

Sampson rolled his eyes, "Alright man. Let's go for a walk."

The both of them wandered the campus in silence for a while. Logan was just sipping on his coffee, and Sampson was kicking up any debris that came near his feet. Sampson looked over at the wolf.

"So, where's your funny accent from?"

"I'm from Scotland," the wolf replied.

"Nice, nice," the jerboa nodded, "I'm from upstate New York myself. What brought you all the way over here?"

Logan chuckled, "Apparently I'm very smart for a fisherman's son. This was one of the first places to accept me, and half my tuition was covered. So I decided to come here."

"Oh?" said Sampson, "You got the Dunburr Scholarship?"

Logan looked surprised, "Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

"My dad's the dean here," said Sampson, "He pushed me to get it so he wouldn't have to sink too much money into me. Unfortunately for him, I didn't get it. It's such an obnoxious essay to write."

"Yeah," Logan agreed, "I was quite amazed I had won."

Sampson gave a small smirk, "So, how did Halloween work out for you?"

Logan blushed as he recalled that night, "It was, life changing."

"You and the professor hit it off?" Sampson asked, "And don't worry. My dad can fuck off. I'm not a snitch. Hardik's a nice guy."

Logan nodded, "Yeah, things went great. We've seen each other only a few times since though. I've kinda been doing things with friends lately."

"Did he take that massive sausage of yours?" Sampson teased.

Logan blushed, "Heh, yeah, he did."

"I'll have to take it for a test ride sometime," Sampson bumped his tail against the wolf playfully.

Logan chuckled a bit, "What makes you think I'd let a dick ride my dick?"

Sampson smirked at Logan's bold comment, "Cause you know I'm cute. And I gave you good advice."

"Yeah, I guess you did give me that push," said Logan.

Sampson grabbed Logan by the paw and pulled the wolf down to him, "And I'd like to give another push." The jerboa hooked his other paw behind Logan's head and pushed into a kiss with him. Logan blushed at the sudden affection, and didn't fight it at all.

Sampson grinned as he pulled away, "Wasn't so bad."

"Come on," said Logan. Minutes later the door to Logan's room was being slammed shut as a very forceful Sampson pushed the wolf into his bed. Logan was quite shocked at how such a small guy handled him. The jerboa ripped Logan's boots off and kicked off his own. He then slipped his jacket, shirt and pants off, and immediately unstrapped Logan's kilt as the wolf stripped himself of his jacket.

Sampson didn't give him time to take off his shirt. The jerboa was straddled over the top of him and forcing him back into a very passionate kiss. Their lips slipped tightly around each other. Logan blushed as he felt a very large erection slipping up against his abs that wasn't his own. Sampson was very well endowed, not quite as large as Logan, but quite decent.

Sampson broke the kiss as he arched his back, lining his hole right up against the fat tip of Logan's cock. The wolf let out a gasp as Sampson forcibly engulfed half of his cock into his silky smooth walls. The jerboa let out a deep gasp as he started to ride hard along Logan's shaft. Logan didn't know what to do as Sampson had taken full control. He was rocking his hips back and forth hard and rough, letting more and more of Logan slip his way into the tight depths. The wolf was creaming his insides with his thick current of precum. The small increments of personal lubricant helping him ease in further.

Logan blushed hotly as Sampson was already riding hard over his fat knot. The jerboa was not letting up on his ride. He was vigorously riding atop the wolf, taking every inch with ease. Logan hadn't felt such a wild sensation from anyone before. Sampson rode him like no other. The intensity of his need left the wolf speechless, only useful for the feral moans of sexual passion shared between them both.

The wolf huffed and puffed as the wild beast was now trying to force his knot into him. Sampson tried and tried, ramming his ass down harder every time he dropped. He couldn't help but moan uncontrollably as his ass was starting to get sore. The incredible mass of wolf cock was almost too much for him to continue taking. He let out a deep moan of regret as he felt his ass widen over the knot, and the wolf instinctively slammed his hips upward, causing him to tied deep within the small.

Sampson let out a deep yelp as the pressure getting slammed into his hole caused him to cum across Logan's chest as he rammed back against the wolf's cock, trying his best to dislodge it. This only caused Logan to howl out as he shoot his large load of seed into the jerboa. The pressure even more intense in him. "Fucking hell," was all Sampson could get out, he was struggling with this new pain as Logan was just over his limit. He bit into his lower lip as he breathed heavily over the wolf, sweat tricking down off the bridge of his nose. He gripped a paw around his cock, jerking himself off to make sure he got all the cum he could to paint over the wolf's body.

Logan could only lay there and breathe heavily. Sampson had rode him into oblivion, and his orgasm was definitely above any he had. He felt incredibly burned out as leaned his head back, feeling his cock throbbing deep in Sampsons ass. His salty wolf batter dribbling into those tight confines as he knew his tie would take awhile to break. He let out a wheeze as Sampson collapsed on top of him, the both of them wrapping their arms around one another.

"Fuck man," Sampson gasped out, "Please tell me this doesn't last long."

Logan chuckled, "Thirty minute minimum."

"I regret and love this," Sampson pushed his head into the wolf's chest, his hole massaging around that fat pole as he tried his best to relax and wait it out.

After a half hour of the two of them laying there, Sampson felt the wolf's knot loosen up. He popped off with a lewd slurping sound, lifting himself off the cock with great relief. He put a paw back onto his hole and let out a loud sigh of relief. He then leaned into Logan and gave the wolf a very satisfying kiss.

"Can't believe I just fucked the most pompous ass on campus," Logan teased.

Sampson grabbed around the tip of Logan's cock and squeezed on it over and over, causing him to squirm, "Can't believe I took the biggest dick."

Logan pulled his hips back, trying to pull out of the barrage of squeezes to his overly stimulated and sensitive shaft, "Hey now!"

Sampson laughed and gave the wolf's nose a lick, "We'll have to do this again sometime."

Logan sat up as Sampson started to get dressed, "Just fuck and run, huh?"

"Nah," said Sampson, "Nothing like that. I've got a group session in a few minutes. You're not the only one that helps people pass their classes."

Logan chuckled, "I'll see you soon then."

Sampson zipped up his jacket, "Catch you later wolfy."

Logan finally slipped his shirt off and laid back into his bed as Sampson left. His exhaustion had him out shortly. He woke up in the early morning to find his roommate Pierce cuddled up next to him. Logan thought this odd. He pulled himself out of Pierce's grip and sat up, scratching behind his head as he looked down at the lion. Pierce half opened his eyes.

"Mornin'," he said sleepily.

"Morning," Logan chuckled, "To what do I owe the honor of having you in my bed?"

"I'm sorry," said the lion as he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, "My boyfriend broke up with me last night. I really didn't know who to turn to for comfort."

Logan frowned. He stared down at the lion for a moment, then dropped down and hugged the lion up. Pierced turned into the wolf and hugged about him tightly. What surprised Logan is that the lion wasn't crying. He'd known he was in his relationship for over a year. Pierced buried his face in against Logan's chest.

"Thank you," he whispered.