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Lawrence sighed as he rolled onto his back, setting his phone down on his stomach. 4:43. Somehow he managed to always wake up incredibly early, and every time he did he wished he could just go back to sleep. But he could tell today was not one of those days where he could just roll over and fall back to sleep. Sighing heavily, he set his phone back where he'd found it, and stared up at the dark ceiling.

The golden slid his hand down to grab at his length, giving it a soft squeeze. It gave a throb as blood began to pump into it, and Lawrence let out a short breath as he settled into a quick up and down motion. He kicked the blankets off top of him, leaving his naked form exposed to the cool morning air. His length pulsed in his hand, standing at its full length now as he worked his hand up and down his dick.

"Fffuck," he muttered, letting out a deep breath before he grabbed his phone. He unlocked it and brought up the browser, his free hand taking back to his length to stroke it. Lawrence brought up his favorite site, clicking on the recommended 'Anal' section as he bit into his lower lip.

The video saw a poodle girl with her ass facing the camera, tail raised and wagging as the cameraman stroked his length. He raised his dick up to the poodle's ass, laying it against her rear before pressing against her hole. The girl hissed softly as he popped in, Lawrence working his length even as the cameraman worked himself into the poodle's ass.

"Yeah you like that big dick in your tight little hole don't you," the cameraman growled as he slowly eased himself in, her ass swallowing him.

"Yeah, get that fat meat into my asshole," she whimpered, and Lawrence rolled his eyes.

It's amazing how some people didn't just shut the fuck up and managed to ruin a good thing.

The cameraman's hand vanished from his cock as he finished pushing his length into the poodle's ass. Slowly he began to thrust in and out, Lawrence matching the thrusts with his strokes, his imagination replacing the poodle with Amy and himself with the cameraman. He closed his eyes as he fell into his fantasy, his cock sliding into Amy's rear as the Dalmatian moaned and whimpered.

"Oh fuck yeah, take that cock meat you dirty slut!" the cameraman growled, his thrusts frantic and erratic, snapping Lawrence out of his fantasy. The cameraman's brown paw came slapping down on the poodle's white ass, sending it jiggling with the force of the blow.

"Oh yes, fuck me daddy, fuck me fuck me!" the poodle squealed, pressing her ass back against the cameraman's dick, encouraging it to go deeper. Lawrence's stroking sped up as the cameraman starting thrusting quicker, his breathing deepening as he obviously pushed himself closer to his finish. "Oh fuck, paint my asshole, fucking fill it!"

"Oh fuck, here it comes!" the cameraman grunted, shoving himself to the hilt in the poodle's asshole, his cock pulsing as he fired his load deep inside of her. The golden's breathing hitched as he hit his own climax, his cock splattering his stomach with his load as he watched the cameraman pull himself out of the poodle, her ass drooling his load as Lawrence finished spending his own.

The golden exited out of the video and set his phone down, content to relax in the warm afterglow of masturbation that sent warmth radiating down his spine. Hie eyes closed and he could almost feel himself going back to sleep when he remembered that he had class that morning, and with a groan he stood up, grabbing his phone and walking out of his bedroom towards the bathroom.

The golden grabbed a towel and wiped himself down even as he turned on the shower. The cold water hissed as it splashed along the ground and the golden dropped the towel on the ground as he stepped in, gritting his teeth as the cold water sliced into his nerves. He'd love to not take cold showers, but they offered health benefits and woke him up better than anything else in the morning.

But god damn if hot showers weren't just loads better.

The golden quickly lathered his body with shampoo, racing to get through with his cleansing ritual. Balls, dick, butt, tail, stomach, back, legs, shoulder, arms, chest and head all lathered and rapidly rinsed, and Lawrence slammed off the shower, feeling his teeth chatter as the cold air of the bathroom hit him full blast.

Hopping out, he grabbed a fresh towel and quickly wrapped himself, dabbing off the immediate dampness before setting aside the towel and jumping in the built-in airdryer. He turned the knob and closed his eyes as powerful waves of air cascaded down upon him. He turned about so his back could be dried off before shutting off the machine and stepping out, feeling nice and awake.

Grabbing a brush, he took a seat on the counter and started brushing his fur down, quickly working his way down his body and making sure all his fur was presentably brushed. Twisting and turning in the mirror, Lawrence made sure everything was good before he set down the brush, picked up his phone and walked out of the bathroom.

With a little over an hour until he had to leave for the class, the golden set about making himself a PB&J sandwich for breakfast, topping it off with a cool glass of milk. He pulled up a video he'd missed from one of his favorites videomakers the night before and sat at his kitchen table, all prepped for a morning breakfast of Youtube watching.

Heya :) Amy texted, and Lawrence wiped his hands down and picked the phone up.

Sup?

NM, just woke up. You?

Eating, heading to class soon

hang tonight? Amy asked, the golden grinning.

Yeah sounds good he responded.

Cool, call me later?

Yeah he responded before setting his phone down. Finishing his breakfast in a hurry, the golden dropped his paper plate in the trash and washed out his cup, setting it inside the dishwasher as he checked his phone. Still had fifty minutes before he had to get to class. Clicking his tongue he walked into his room and rolled onto his bed, grabbing his laptop and setting it on his lap.

The golden pulled up his StoryPlace webpage, checking the reviews on his latest story. Since he'd last checked, four more people have left reviews, three of them overwhelmingly positive, one of them telling him how much of a hack, no-skill writer he was. The golden pursed his lips and ignored the comment. He'd been posting his stories online since his first year of high school, he wasn't particularly worried about what some random person in the internet thought.

Sighing, he made sure the account was scheduled to upload the next chapter of his story before turning to his social media sites, sharing funny memes and commenting on friends' posts before he realized it was almost time for him to head to class.

The golden slipped his laptop into his satchel before shutting it, walking over to his dresser to get his clothes for the day. Black thong, black socks, blue jeans and a black tee-shirt made up his uniform, and he dressed himself quickly, ruffling his headfur after pulling the shirt on. Grabbing his glasses, he slipped them onto his muzzle, made sure they were secure, grabbed his stuff and left his apartment.

The morning glory of Las Luces University meant there were very few people walking around outside. The sun ascended in the east, and a few joggers ran by Lawrence, chatting with one another as their feet pounded the sidewalks. The golden pulled out his phone as he walked, flipping through it mindlessly. He wondered, just for a second, if he had an addictive personality, but set that aside as he hit the Las Escaleras Rojas. They were the center of the university, separating the lower levels and the main buildings that served as places of learning. They were so named for the red tint they had held when first created supposedly. The university had debated re-painting them, but traditionalists had argued against it.

The golden wondered what they would've looked like when the university had first been established. Or how the students going up and down them might have felt, both then and if they knew that those very steps would be there many decades later. As he hopped up the steps, he grinned.

They would've been carrying books. He had all the information present in his hand, and he mostly used it to look at porn. Funny.

"Lawrence!" a voice called, and the golden stopped and turned to see a horse running up the stairs towards him.

"Hey Jack," the golden said, nodding his head as the pinto pony stopped next to him, breathing heavily.

"I keep forgetting you have class this early," Jack said, hands on his hips as the two of them fell into step.

"I keep forgetting you like working out. Gross," the golden laughed as the horse frowned and nudged him.

"Hey, keeping in shape is a good thing!" the pony pouted.

"Yeah, yeah. I'd just prefer eating to running, but that's me," Lawrence laughed.

"Whatever, I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me and Cody for a night out Saturday," the pony asked.

"Saturday? Prolly, don't think I'm doing anything else," the golden muttered. "Where were you planning on going?"

"The Pit," Jack said with a malicious grin as Lawrence groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Jesus fuck...you two and gay clubs, Christ."

"It's fun!"

"Yeah for the twink pony and the ripped cougar. The fat dog just sits in the corner and watches you two roll off with others," Lawrence grumbled.

"You DO realize that that fox last week was really trying to get into your pants, right?" Jack countered.

"Wha-? No."

"He literally asked if you would dance with him. When you weren't sure he asked if you minded if he danced with you. Then he asked if he could sit in your lap when he got quote unquote tired," Jack grumbled, leering at the golden retriever, who was gaping at him. "He eventually walked off cuz he thought you weren't interested."

"But...I...no, no way," the golden muttered, shaking his head. "He was not."

"You are an absolute moron," Jack laughed. "You are so lucky Amy literally grabbed you by the dick to let you know.

"She did not tell you!"

"Oh she did!" Jack giggled, flicking hair out of his face. "I was out for some lunch with her, Dakota and Olivia and she just so happened to let slip that you did not understand that she was hitting on you!"

"Oh my fucking god..."

"Did you really not get that her prancing around in a sports bra wasn't because it was hot? Her room had air conditioning!" the pony shouted as Lawrence walked away, middle finger firmly flying in the air. However, his thoughts drifted back to the fox, and he re-examined that evening. Had the fox been flirting?

He was just being nice, he bought me a drink and...fucking hell, Lawrence thought to himself with a scowl as he tore open the door to the Humanities' Building and stepped inside. Not that he'd've done anything with the fox, but it would've been nice to notice at the fucking time. His mind turned to what Jack just told him, and he pulled out his phone and pulled up his text messages with Amy.

You told Jack?? REALLY?!?

Hey, it's a funny story :P

Uhhhhh nooooooooOO?

Uhhhhh yesssssssSS? xD

Oh I hate u

<3 u 2, see you tonight!

Lawrence scowled as he stuffed his phone in his pocket and stepped inside his classroom, finding his seat located near the doorway and setting himself down in his chair. His phone beeped, and he pulled it out and saw he had an appointment with Dr. Wassan that afternoon after both his classes. He groaned and leaned back in his seat, pulling out his laptop and setting it on the table in front of him. The room started filling up with students as they walked in and took their seats.

"Good morning everybody," a goat said as he walked in and set his briefcase down on the podium up front. "Who's ready to talk about covalent bonds?"

Lawrence inwardly groaned again as he sat up. It'd be a long day.

† † †

Lawrence sighed as he walked out to his car, head held low, hands tucked in his pockets and shoulders hunched over. The wind had picked up a bit more, bringing the bite of cold with it. He zipped up his jacket and stuffed his hands in its pocket, legs carrying him swiftly across the pavement as he made his way to his dorm's parking lot. A few other students walked by in the opposite direction, one of the guys letting out a loud, piercing laugh that had the golden retriever scowling as he walked by.

The parking lot for the dorms was multi-level, and the golden had been forced to park on the roof the last time he'd left campus. He didn't bother heading towards the elevators at the back of the parking lot; they were almost always out of order, needed repair or stank to high heaven, so it was just a safer (and nicer) bet to take the stairs.

He cleared the three sets of stairs with ease, bringing him to the roof of the parking structure with an almost empty parking lot. Not many students were forced to the roof of the Verde Dorms, especially at 11:19 in the morning. Considering his dorm was the furthest from campus center, this parking lot was usually devoid of students.

His red car beeped as he rapidly pressed his lock button, using the sound to track down where he had parked it, and he adjusted his course appropriately as he spotted the silver car flashing its lights in time with the beeps. A hand-me-down from his mother, dinged up slightly from usage in high school and college parking lots, his car was nevertheless very special to him. Throwing open the door, he ducked down and stepped in, doing his slight contortionist movements required to get his massive frame in the small car. He leaned back against the seat with a sigh, legs stretching out to touch the gas and brake pedals. The car hummed to life when he turned the key in the ignition, softly shivering as the engine went to work.

Lawrence hooked up his phone to the auxiliary cord and let his music begin to play before he took the car out of park and released the emergency brake, pulling out of his spot and onto the driveways within the parking lot. Leaving the parking lot meant almost constant turning and twisting around to go down the appropriate slopes to find the exit, but a few minutes later he found himself out on the road heading out of his university and into town.

Traffic in Las Luces was a bitch. Having gone through several periods of rapid growth and development, street design and city landscape varied considerably throughout the city. Some sections had one way streets, some didn't. One section of the city had roundabouts rather than intersections and so on. This meant that the average driver, who was already an absolute moron, was reduced to a worthless mess when having to navigate the city. It was this sense of overwhelming stupidity that forced Lawrence to drive to his doctor's appointment half-an-hour earlier than necessary; the extra time was required to deal with the idiots of the road.

"Jesus Christ," the golden sighed, rolling his eyes as he slumped into his seat. The car in front of him was in two lanes at once, unable to decide which way he should go. Out-of-state license didn't create any feelings of sympathy for him. An idiot was an idiot, no matter where they came from.

The trip to the doctors was always problematic, but the golden had a decent playlist along with two new songs he put on continuous repeat to feed his newest song addiction. After hearing them both several times and managing to best the other idiotic drivers, he finally pulled into the parking structure across the street from his doctor's office. He grabbed a ticket from the ticket machine and pulled on through, scanning around for a decent parking spot he could pull into. He found one to his particular liking, a corner parking spot that left him entirely free on the left side, and he quickly pulled in.

As the canine undid his seat belt and put his car into park, he leaned back in his seat once more and pulled out his phone. Sighing heavily, he turned off his car and threw open the door, stepping out and shutting it behind him, Lawrence locked it and started walking. A few feet away, his mind suddenly questioned whether he had locked his car, so he locked it again for safe measure.

Better to be safe than sorry.

The structure that held his doctor's office glinted in the sunlight, an impressive 12 stories tall. It didn't have any markings or signs that made it stand out, which was great for Lawrence.

He already hated coming here, it'd be worse to come to a place that served as a constant reminder of why he was here.

"Morning," the receptionist said as Lawrence walked in.

"Hello," he responded curtly, heading over to the elevator and waiting for one to come down. When it dinged he stepped inside, pressing the button for the eleventh floor and leaning back against the wall as the doors slid shut. He pulled out his phone to check the time; 11:53. A bit early.

The elevator dinged against as he reached his stop and Lawrence stepped out, turning and walking down the hallway until he came to room 1111. He pushed open the door and stepped in, noting the empty room save for the receptionist in here as well.

"Well hello Lawrence!" the sheep said with a smile. "Here for Dr. Wassan?"

"Yeah," the golden said, returning the smile shakily. She handed over all the forms he needed from her and dawdled off, leaving him to fill everything out rather quickly. When she came back, he presented her his credit card as well as the papers, and she ran everything through with her usual efficiency.

"OK, I'll let him know you're here," the sheep told him, handing him back his card. Thanking her, he turned and walked over to his seat, sighing as he fell back into it.

"Lawrence, come on back," Dr. Wassan said, and Lawrence groaned and looked at his therapist, who was standing in the doorway and grinning.

He'd been waiting for Lawrence to take a seat before bringing him back. Part of his "sense of humor."

"How're you today?" the bull asked, standing aside for the taller canine to step into the room and take his seat on the couch.

"Alright, you?" Lawrence asked, crossing his legs and leaning his head against his propped up arm.

"Good, good. My son's baseball team won their first game this weekend," Dr. Wassan said with a bright smile, settling his frame into his rocking chair. Lawrence took a look to his right and saw that familiar glass table with a box of tissues at the ready. He wondered how many people used them.

"So, anything on your mind?"

"Not really," Lawrence said with a shrug.

"Nothing at all?"

"Well I got a paper due in a few weeks that I haven't started and I keep saying I will but I know that's a lie," the golden admitted. "No matter how hard I try to not, I always procrastinate. So there's that."

"Mhm. Feeling any stress?"

"No more than usual."

"The medicine isn't working?"

"It's working but I still worry," Lawrence explained. "Guess it's just in my nature."

"Are you taking the medicine consistently?" Dr. Wassan asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Of course," Lawrence lied.

"Mhm..." the bull made a few notes on his notepad. "And how's the sexual anxiety?"

Lawrence's stomach knotted up, bile rising in his throat as a flare of anger swelled within him, but he quashed it down as quickly as it rose up. His face did not betray his feelings as he shifted in his seat. "Still feel anxious, but it's...better."

"Have you discussed your feelings with Amy?"

"No."

"Lawrence, we had this discussion." Dr. Wassan said. "If she's your long-term partner, you have to be able to open up to her and discuss your feelings on this."

"She knows about Cheyenne and the cheating and all that though," Lawrence countered.

"Does she know sex makes you nervous?"

"How do you bring that up casually? 'Hey I know we're about to fuck but I gotta say, sex makes me nervous.'?"

"That could work. Or during breakfast, or lunch, anytime you two are alone and able to speak confidentially about it."

"But sex is fine."

"Everything can be improved," Dr. Wassan countered. "Open and frank discussion regarding sexual preferences and worries is key to a healthy relationship and mental well-being. If one or both parties are unsatisfied, it can lead to strain in the relationship."

"Trust me, I'm satisfied."

"But you're not handling this in a healthy manner," the bull stated.

"I don't care about healthy!" Lawrence burst out suddenly, falling back in his seat. "I don't care about being an adjusted adult or whatever the fuck, I just want this anxiety and self-loathing to be gone. I shouldn't have to rely on others to do that, you said so yourself."

"In a different context," Dr. Wassan replied in a smooth, even voice. "You should not feel the need to be seeing someone to feel like you have intrinsic self-worth and value. But when you are in a relationship, you have to think of yourself and your partner. Think about her," the bull instructed, "and how you would feel if she told you one day that every time you had sex, she was nervous?"

"I'd feel like shit so why should I tell her?"

"Would you change what you were doing if she told you that?"

"Obviously."

"So you'd want to help her overcome her anxieties so she could always just enjoy sex with you?"

"Of course. But it's different."

"Because it's you?"

Lawrence sighed and took a moment to compose himself. "Because..."

"It's either because you think you are so broken that you cannot possibly be repaired and are undeserving of love, or you think she can't help you with your problems because you're a man. And I do feel as if you are a bit beyond the whole "male-female" dichotomy."

"I try to be."

"Then it must be because you consider yourself broken?" Dr. Wassan proposed, the golden staying silent and avoiding eye contact. "Cheating is an incredibly painful and traumatic experience for most. It takes away that feeling of trust and love and replaces it with questions of inadequacy and self-doubt. Where you might've thought you were doing an amazing job as a boyfriend or girlfriend you suddenly feel as if you weren't good enough for them. Women talk out their problems because they're not told they have to keep emotions bottled up. Not to say they discuss everything, but they're willing to turn to their friends and future lovers and ask for help. Women more readily develop emotionally intimate relationships and consider it normal, because it is. Men, as I'm sure you know, are told to 'grow up', 'man up' and 'get over it.' So when you stew in something like that for months and years without talking to someone else about what you're feeling, it can create these long-term problems."

"So I'm supposed to forgive Cheyenne?" Lawrence shot, eyes beginning to sting.

"That's entirely up to you. But you should talk to Amy about what you're feeling. Would you ever hesitate to tell her what she means to you if she asked?"

"No."

"Do you think she'd lie to you if you asked?"

"Yes," Lawrence admitted. "She wouldn't want to hurt me."

"You think she doesn't love you?"

"I don't know." The golden took off his glasses and wiped at his eyes. "I want to say 'Yes' but...last person who said she loved me left me. Wrote me an email, blocked me on all social media and told me to leave her alone and never bug her."

"Is Amy the same kind of person as Cheyenne?" Dr. Wassan asked. "Is she the kind of person that would do that?"

"Everyone has the capacity for cheating."

"Even you, then." Dr. Wassan leaned forward. "I may be wrong, but Amy doesn't seem to have any problems telling you what you mean to her."

Silence hung over the room.

"I hate feeling this way," Lawrence admitted. "But I'm too scared to try and change it."

"Scared of what?"

"Scared of not being me when I'm done. Of being someone else." The golden sighed and put his glasses back on. "I don't want to lose myself just to be healthier."

"Do you think Cheyenne's actions made you a good student?"

"No, but it did make me more...driven. Like I had to beat her."

"At what? Love?" Dr. Wassan pressed, eyebrow arched. "Career? Money? Sex? Would you take her back?"

"Never."

"Then why impress her?"

"I don't want to impress her I want to..." Lawrence shrugged as his voice died off. "I want to get over her."

"Then stop focusing on her. Focus on yourself and focus on your life. Your academics, your relationships, your career paths. Focus on things that make you happy, rather than what makes you sad."

"Let the past die. Kill it if you have to," Lawrence muttered. Dr. Wassan smiled.

"I loved that movie. I feel that quote is a bit...misguided. And I especially do not condone murder," he chided, getting the golden to bark a laugh and smile. "But to some extent I do agree; the past is the past. As far as current science stands, we cannot change it and you cannot let it define who you are. You merely have to accept it has happened and try to find a way to come to terms with it before moving on with your life."

"Talking's hard."

"Everything worth doing is," the bull responded as Lawrence snorted and shook his head.

"I dunno, napping is pretty easy. So's eating."

"You got me there," the bull said with a casual smile, settling into his chair. The two settled into comfortable conversation for the remainder of Lawrence's session, covering topics from Lawrence's interest in an advanced degree after graduation to political tensions in the modern media and how stressed the canine felt regarding such. When the time came, the bull thanked Lawrence for coming and implored him once more to mull over what advice he had been given.

The golden scheduled his next appointment and left the building, taking the elevator to the ground floor and walking outside, giving a polite 'Good-bye' to the receptionist before he stepped out the glass doors. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up the phone book and letting his thumb hover over Amy's number. He pushed the dial button and raised the phone up, standing still as it rang. "Hey," the Dalmatian said as she answered her phone, Lawrence's stomach flipping as he licked his lips. "How'd it go?"

"Pretty good, I wanted to...umm..." he muttered, foot bouncing on the sidewalk. "Ask when you'd be back and if you wanted to go to dinner?"

"You paying?" she asked, and he could picture the soft smirk on her face as she did. He laughed.

"Yes, I'm paying."

"Oh my gosh then I'd love to," Amy giggled. "My biology group and I are headed to the library to work on our project so I'll meet you at your dorm at 4-ish?"

"Damn, how long you planning on working?" I asked incredulously, crossing back over to the parking structure.

"It's less how long we're working and more how long will it take to get them to work," she whispered.

"Ahh, good luck," I laughed.

"Thanks," she replied sarcastically. "See you at 4?"

"See you at 4."

† † †

"Hey," Amy said as Lawrence opened the door to his dorm. "Can I drop my stuff in?"

"No, carry it with you," Lawrence said, stepping to the side. Amy stuck her tongue out at him as she leaned in and dropped her backpack on the ground right next to the door. She brushed past him and stepped outside, the golden following and shutting the door behind him. "How was working with the group?" Lawrence asked as he made sure the door was locked before stuffing his card key back into his wallet and putting it away in his back pocket.

"It reminded me of why I hate group work," the Dalmatian answered with a roll of her eyes. "They were all texting and playing on their phones and not even paying attention to the project and I just...ugh!"

"Well at least you'll get an A for them," Lawrence offered with a smile. Amy scowled and poked him in the ribs.

"Just you wait until you have another group project. I'll be laughing my ass off as you complain about your stupid group mates," she promised.

"Hey, at this point I'm used to it. I've had bad group mates since Kindergarten."

"Sucks to be you. So where you taking us?"

"La Tortuga."

"I'm getting flan, then," she announced.

"Cool, we can split," Lawrence responded, the two of them stepping down the stairs and out of the dormitory complex.

"What did Dr. Wassan want to talk about today?" she asked as they stepped outside, the Dalmatian shivering. Lawrence removed his jacket and handed it over to her, the lady canine beaming as she slipped into it, the massive coat covering up her entire torso and serving almost as a mini-dress.

"The usual stuff, the medication, blah blah blah," Lawrence muttered.

"Did you tell him you're not taking your medication?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "He told me I'd see results if I took it consistently but...side-effects are too worrying for me."

"Did you tell him?"

"No. He'd just prescribe another medicine with similar side-effects, or worse. I just...gotta learn to deal without them. Easy," he told her, shrugging casually. The Dalmatian sighed and rubbed her arms as they walked into the parking lot.

"I wish you would at least try a few different medications," she muttered. "It might help you."

"Maybe," he concede, unlocking his car so that the two of them could step inside. "Could hurt." He grinned. "What if the side-effects was loss of penis?"

"Loss of penis," Amy said, shaking her head and burying her face in her hands. "Oh my god you're a moron."

"Hey, you've heard of medicine doing all sorts of weird shit! 'Hey, take this medicine if you have back pain. Side-effects may include diarrhea, paralysis and death.' How is any of that better than just back pain?"

"You're right. Why try something if it might hurt," Amy admitted. "Like butt stuff."

"No we gotta try butt stuff," Lawrence insisted, face burning as he pulled out of his parking spot.

"But it might hurt you."

"Oh shush," Lawrence laughed, Amy laughing at him. The Dalmatian brought out her phone and hooked it up to the car, her music coming through the speakers as the blonde turned the volume up. "Hey, what happened to driver picks the music?"

"Driver can't pick music while he's driving, that's dangerous!" she chided, breaking into song with her music, dancing and wiggling next to the golden as he sighed and rolled his eyes. The golden pulled out of his parking spot as Amy leaned against the window, grinning at him before he turned about and drove out of the parking structure.

As an older city, Las Luces' roads were varied and wild. Some streets were one way leading to another, while other streets led to roundabouts. Amy took delight in Lawrence's frustration as moronic drivers weaved in and out of traffic, cutting him off and honking at him. He got back at her by squeezing her boobs, to which she lightly slapped his thigh.

"I hate stupid drivers," Lawrence declared once more as he pulled into the parking lot of La Tortuga. "I swear, everyone should be required to-"

"To take a test before getting their license? I think they already do!" Amy gasped, covering her mouth. Lawrence scowled and bumped her hip with his before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"You're so mean to me."

"Learned it from you," she responded as they strolled up to the door, the golden reaching out and pulling it open for her. She slipped by him with a casual 'thank you' and walked up to the desk to ask for a table of two as Lawrence slowly let the door shut behind him. The maitre d' grabbed a couple of menus and led them away through the restaurant towards the back, where she sat them in a booth. Lawrence smiled as he took the menu from the maitre d', laying it underneath his arms as Amy opened hers up.

"Hello you two what can I get ya?" a sheep asked as she strolled up, bouncing as she stopped at their table.

"Pepsi," Lawrence said.

"Tea," Amy said.

"Awesome, and did you need a moment to look over the menu?" the sheep asked.

"Yeah, maybe just a moment."

"Alright well my name is Trish if you need anything," the sheep said, shooting them both a smile before she turned and walked off.

"We come here so often and you feel the need to look over the menu?" Lawrence asked, smirking as the Dalmatian flicked between the pages.

"Hey, sometimes I wanna get something new." She stuck her tongue out at him, looking back at the menu. "I normally get the fajitas but today I was feeling this chicken picado."

"It's good," Lawrence told her, devouring a chip drenched in salsa. "Not my favorite but you know."

"Sticking with your usual?"

"Mhm!"

Trish came back with their drinks, setting them down before pulling out her notepad. "So what can I grab you two?" she asked.

"I'll have the number 14, cheese enchilada and shredded beef taco," Lawrence said as he handed over his menu.

"And for you?"

"I'll have the chicken picado and a salad with Italian dressing," Amy told her, passing her menu over. Thanking them, Trish took their menus away and walked off, leaving the canine couple at their booth.

"Do you ever think they're jealous that we get to eat and they don't?" Lawrence asked, shoving another chip down his gullet as Amy dipped hers in the salsa.

"Maybe around their breaks," Amy said. "Though if I worked around the same exact food every day I'd only be jealous that they were eating, not what they were eating though."

"I don't know, I could eat Mexican food every meal of every day for the rest of my life and be fine," Lawrence laughed.

"Yeah but you're a nerd like that," Amy shot back, Lawrence pouting and looking under the table to step on her foot lightly, the Dalmatian squeaking and withdrawing her foot as the golden retriever grinned at her. "Honestly do you eat food besides Mexican?"

"Why does everyone ask that? I eat Italian all the time!" the golden protested as Trish brought Amy's salad and set it down. The Dalmatian thanked the waitress before she walked off, the blonde canine setting her napkin on her lap and stabbing at the lettuce on her plate. Lawrence reached over and quickly snagged up a tomato, popping it into his mouth with a self-satisfied smirk as she scowled at him.

"Nasty."

"Oh don't even," Lawrence scowled.

"I don't know where your fingers have been!" she said.

"Oh you know full well where my fingers have been," the golden snorted, Amy's face going red as she rolled her eyes. "Besides, I didn't touch anything else on your plate."

"I'mma clean my ear then pick food out of your plate."

"That's different than what I did! My fingers aren't dirty!" the golden protested. "But by all means if you wanna grab something off my plate without digging in your nasty ear, then go right ahead." Lawrence waved her off before eating yet another chip.

"Sometimes I wonder about you..." she said with a smile.

"You wonder how you could bag someone as awesome as me," he said, leaning back in his seat and spreading his arms out.

"Yeah," she responded, flashing him a wink. The golden squirmed and coughed, taking a drink as he looked around the room. His stomach twisted. The Dalmatian grinned at him from across the table, taking delight as he squirmed across from her.

"So uh...any plans this weekend?" the golden asked, grabbing another chip, dunking it in the salsa and popping it into his mouth. The Dalmatian dabbed away some ranch from her mouth as she nodded.

"Yeah, Alice was planning on taking Dakota, Nicole, herself and down to Saihojodo for a girl's weekend," the Dalmatian told him.

"Oh shit was that this weekend? Thought it was next week," he muttered, taking off his glasses and scratching the bridge of his muzzle. "Welp, guess I'll be alone for the weekend. I'll just have to walk around naked by myself..." he sighed dramatically even as a grin broke out across his face.

"Yup!" Amy said with a broad grin. "Don't worry, I'll be walking around naked with the ladies," she said, the golden frowning and sticking his tongue out.

"It's cool you got friends to do that with. The weekend trip thing, not the naked thing. Though," he said, taking a moment to consider, "I wouldn't mind walking around naked with friends."

Amy coughed something that sounded suspiciously like "pervert." Lawrence crumpled up a straw wrapper and expertly through it into her cleavage.

"If you want, I could probably get Alice to agree to bring you along," the Dalmatian laughed, wiggling her chest to get rid of the wrapper.

"Hahaha, funny," the golden laughed, rolling his eyes. "I don't like that whole pamper thing. I had to do it for prom and it was god-awful."

"You got pampered for prom??" Amy squeaked, pushing aside her finished salad plate and leaning forward, eyes gleaming. "Oh do tell!"

"Nothing much to tell, my date demanded we show up to prom looking our best so I had to pay to get a full-body groom."

"Full-body?!" Amy squealed, covering her mouth as she laughed. He scowled and rolled his eyes, flashing back to having to strip down to nothing for the hair-dresser to manage everything. "Did you at least have good sex after?"

"We didn't even have sex after," he grumbled. "We left at like eleven-thirty and drove back home and by the time we got there she was passed out in passenger's seat. I had to wake her up and help her back to her room and then her dad was all pissy and I tried explaining she was exhausted and...it was a fucking nightmare. I really don't get why girls seem to fetishize it in high school; it's an overexpensive shitty experience."

"Hm, speak for yourself, mine was great," Amy said with a smirk. "I even got some."

"Wow, your boyfriend put out? I'm so surprised!" Lawrence said, his eyes wide as he leaned forward. "Did you have to get him drunk?"

Amy kicked the golden under the table as he laughed. "Way to go being an ass," she congratulated me. "And if you must know, neither of us were drunk. We were just, you know, horny high schoolers. Plus he took Nicole and I so we gave him our v-cards."

Lawrence spluttered and choked on his water, slapping his chest as he set down the glass. "Wait, both of you?!"

"Didn't I tell you this?" she asked, tilting her head. "Her and I lost ours together."

"No?!" the golden squeaked, wiping his muzzle free of water. "What the...you're joking," he demanded.

"Nope, text her and ask," Amy said, gesturing at him. Lawrence ripped his phone from his pocket and quickly pulled up his messages with Nicole, shooting her a quick text before setting it down as the Dalmatian grinned. "We've been best friends since pre-K. I'm pretty sure we made, like, a pinky promise in middle school to lose it together."

"In middle school?" the golden retriever asked incredulously.

"Well as soon as we learned what sex was and someone was like 'Oh women have to do it with someone they care about' or something. We just kinda...misinterpreted that," the Dalmatian giggled, looking up at the ceiling as her body shook with mirth. Lawrence's phone rang.

Sure did, Craig Johnson in the Hotel 13 off the freeway :P Nicole wrote. Lawrence's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he looked at the text.

"Craig Johnson at Hotel 13," Amy told him, leaning back in her seat. "Why's this such a big deal?"

"Fucking..." the golden muttered, rubbing his face. "That's like, a dude's fucking DREAM and y'all just acting like it's nothing."

"It wasn't for us," she said with a shrug. "He and I only started dating, like, a month before prom and both agreed we'd break up during summer break for college. It was high school, you did stupid shit too."

"My stupid high school shit was ditching school to go see the last Gary Potter movie or sneaking my video games in to play during TA period, not fucking have a threesome to lose my virginity," the golden said.

"Well...that was high school prom for me!" she laughed again as Lawrence rolled his eyes and slumped in his seat. "Oh don't mope."

"I'm not moping about what you did, I'm moping cuz that little bastard got a fucking threesome in high school," Lawrence said. "Jesus fucking...was that his first time too?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck me!" the golden said, throwing his arms up in the air.

"When we get back to the campus, sure," Amy said right before the waitress set down the tray near their table, carefully lifting the hot plates to set them down in front of either of them.

"Do you two need anything else?" she asked politely, smiling at them.

"No I think we're good," Lawrence said, looking at the nodding Dalmatian. "Thank you." The waitress beamed at them before picking up her tray and walking off.

"What was your first time like?" Amy asked, stabbing at her food.

"Hm?"

"Your first time," she reiterated.

"With men or women?"

"Both."

Lawrence leaned back in his seat and thought. "I was a freshman in high school when a friend's brother hooked up with me. That ended about as well as you'd think," he muttered with a scowl. "And my prom date and I had sex a few months before prom. It was short, messy and made me feel anxious."

"Anxious?" Amy asked, eyebrows arched.

"Well my...I guess boyfriend? Iunno. He made me feel like shit, and then she went on about what she imagined sex was supposed to be like? You know, guy being all in control and pushy and in charge and...like she had a really pornographic movie expectation when the reality was I was a high schooler with self-esteem issues who'd never had sex before. It didn't go well the first couple of times."

"Damn," she muttered, biting her lower lip as he picked up a taco and took a huge bite. "Well, any consolation? Sex with you is pretty great," she said with a grin.

"Yeah, sure."

"OK, I'd rather laugh and have fun during sex rather than only get in bed to get fucked." She paused for a moment as he arched an eyebrow at her. "You know what I mean."

"Not quiet," he countered and she sighed.

"Sex is supposed to be fun, not a workout. If it's just thrust-thrust-thrust-spurt, I'd rather do something else."

"So I should work in some standup comedy in my routine?" he laughed, an uncontrollable grin spreading over his muzzle. "What's the deal with condoms?"

"You know what, I don't think we'll have sex at the campus," she said, biting her lower lip as she delved into her fajitas.

"Wha-? No come on!"

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Lawrence sighed as he walked next to Amy, the Dalmatian wearing his hoodie as they strolled through the campus headed towards Amy's dorms. The cool air blew in from the ocean that provided a great chill contrasting with the heat of the day, and being a weekday meant no huge parties were going on that would disturb the rest of the dormitories.

"Well, thank you for walking me back to my dorm, g'night!" Amy said quickly, side-stepping inside her dorm and faux closing the door as the golden retriever gaped at her. She opened it up, laughing quietly and jerking her head for him to follow her in.

"You're so mean to me," he whined, pouting as she smacked their hips together.

"I'm just a regular bully, that's me. Now give me your lunch money, dork," she demanded, reaching behind him and squeezing his ass. The golden squealed and jumped, slapping her hand away as he laughed nervously.

"Stop you dork!" he yelled at her, tail flicking happily behind him. Amy grinned and pushed him towards the elevator at the back, the possum behind the desk flipping through a magazine whilst sparing them a passing glance.

"Gonna spend the night?" Amy asked as they stepped into the elevator and she pressed the button for the seventh floor.

"Got class in the morning if you're alright with that," the golden said. A hand grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled him, and he squeaked as he found himself backing the Dalmatian into the corner of the elevator.

"Probably not, but I'll make it up to you," she grinned, grabbing his head and pulling him in for a kiss. A leg came up to rub against his, and he whimpered into the kiss as she slipped a hand under his shirt to rub at his sides.

The elevator dinged and the two broke apart quickly as they stopped on the fifth floor. The door opened and another couple stumbled, breaking their kiss when they noticed Amy and Lawrence standing there.

"Us too," Amy joked, and Lawrence and the red panda of the other pair giggled. The door closed as the red panda's otter date pressed the eighth floor button. The two couples waited about as the elevator started its ascent once more, the golden noticing that the otter had her hand down the red panda's pants ever so slightly in the back, the red panda blushing and biting her lower lip. The door dinged again and Amy pushed Lawrence out before turning to the couple. "Have fun!" she laughed, the ladies laughing and waving them off as Amy guided Lawrence down the hall.

"Awfully handsy tonight," the golden muttered with a grin as she stepped around him to open the door.

"Mexican food really does it for me," she joked, turning the handle and pushing the door open.

"Hey, Amy!" the Dalmatian's doe roommate said, waving as Amy stepped in. "Oh, Lawrence too!" she squeaked, grinning.

"Hey Jenny," Lawrence said, waving at her as he closed the door behind him.

"Hey Jenny, anyone else here?" Amy asked, beaming at the doe, who looked between her and Lawrence, the golden's face a bit flushed.

"No, and I was just about to go for a thirty minute walk," Jenny said, grinning as she stood up from the couch. She looked at Amy. "Forty-five?"

"Sounds about right. I mean, uh, good walking time!" Amy said, and the two giggled at each other, leaving the golden feeling like he was left out of some sort of inside joke.

"Alright well, I'll see you then. Maybe. Have a good night," she said, flashing the Dalmatian a wink as she walked towards the door. After opening it, she twisted a university pin near the top upside down, grinned at Amy, and left.

"What the hell...?"

"Little system we came up with. We kept walking in on each other with company," Amy said, slipping out of Lawrence's jacket as she walked into her dorm room. "So we decided that we'd turn one of our door decorations into a warning symbol."

"Really?" Lawrence muttered, following her in. "That's fucking brilliant."

"We picked a small one that random dickheads wouldn't just turn about. If it was too obvious and overt it'd draw attention to it. We just wanted a signal for each other."

"What happens if you see it though?" Lawrence asked as Amy set his jacket down on the chair near her bed.

"We wait down in the lobby, just check periodically. Maximum wait time is one hour," the Dalmatian said, unbuttoning her pants as Lawrence looked around her room.

"Intricate system you got," Lawrence muttered as Amy took off her panties and flung them at him, though they missed, flew over and slapped the door, leaving him unaware. She sighed and rolled her eyes, taking off her shirt as he fiddled with a music box on her dresser.

"It's helped stop some embarrassing moments," she said, removing her bra and standing naked near her bed. The golden was fascinated with the music box, and Amy sighed and cleared her throat.

"Hm? Oh!" the golden squeaked, laughing nervously as he set down the music box. "Sorry, I..."

"Am a dork," she muttered, grabbing the golden and pulling him onto the bed atop of her, working hands under his shirt as the two kissed. White paws slipped the black tee-shirt up and over the golden's body, tossing it aside as he fell back down to kiss her, his own hands roaming over her body gently. The Dalmatian giggled as she unbuckled his belt, tugging it and unbuttoning his pants before pushing them down, leaving him clad in red briefs as he wiggled and kicked himself free of his pants, clambering onto the bed as the Dalmatian spread her legs in welcome.

"You know you're awfully mean right before we do it," the golden muttered, hands squeezing at her breasts as he kissed her.

"You're mean the rest of the time so it's fine," she countered, pushing on his head. Lawrence stuck his tongue out at her as he slid down her body, hands resting on her hips as he kissed the tip of her slit. Amy huffed as she snatched his glasses off and threw them to the side, the golden giving her an incredulous look. "I like how you look down there without them," she said with a grin, lithe fingers gripping onto his headfur and pushing.

Lawrence swore as his tongue slipped over her slit from bottom to top, his eyes closed as the Dalmatian let out an appreciative huff. The golden squeezed her thighs as he slipped his tongue between her folds, running it up her length again as she shuddered and squeezed his head, the tip of his tongue catching her clit with a soft flick. Amy let out a tiny whimper as Lawrence slipped a finger inside her, his tongue swirling around her clit as he gently slid his digit in and out of her. The Dalmatian's tail flicked underneath them as Lawrence grinned.

"Fffffuck..." she whimpered, running her free hand through her hair as Lawrence worked his tongue over her folds. He added another finger, twisting his hand around to rub the top of her insides, sending waves up her spine and throughout her body as she writhed underneath him. Her hips undulated as he suckled and licked at her clit, running circles around it as she squeezed and gripped at his head.

"Little faster...little faster..." Amy begged, looking down at the golden. He nodded and sped up, his fingers pumping a bit quicker as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Amy squeezed his headfur as she yowled, her toes curling as she spasmed in the throes of orgasm, squeezing down on Lawrence's fingers as he pushed her further and further.

"Fuck fuck stop stop!" she begged, squeezing her thighs together and pushing him away from her slit as she came down from her spikes of pleasure, hand resting on her abdomen as she panted and breathed heavily. Lawrence grinned and slipped out of his briefs, his length bouncing as he kicked them away. "You're an asshole," she laughed, gesturing him close as she spread her legs again, the golden crawling between them and bending down to kiss her.

"Like you said, I'm mean the rest of the time," he whispered, his length rubbing against her slit before he pushed forward, the two gasping as he slipped inside of her.

"A-always," she groaned, hand scratching down his back as he slowly worked himself in, allowing her time to adjust to his girth. "Ffffffuck..." she whimpered, kissing him as she wrapped legs around his length. "Remember when you just...rammed it in?"

"In my defense" he hissed, gritting his teeth as she clenched down on him. "I thought I was small."

"Stop watching porn and listen to the person you're shoving things into," she chided, rubbing his side as she wiggled around his length. "Trust me, the least likely time we'll be trying to boost your ego is when you're going in."

"Yeah yeah yeah," the golden said with a snarky grin, hilting himself inside the Dalmatian as she huffed. "I know that now."

The two lapsed into silence as he kissed her, his tongue invading her maw as he slowly fell into a rhythm, pressing their pelvises tightly together. Amy's muscles squeezed down on him each time he bottomed out in her.

He gave a hard thrust, and Amy squealed into his shoulder, clutching at his back as he grinned and kissed her cheek.

"Again," she said, kissing the nape of his neck. The golden obliged, stuffing himself into her hard once more. Her squeals drove him on, and he pushed himself to go harder and faster, her cries picking up as he gripped her around her back and held her close to him. The headboard of her bed slapped against the wall, and they both stopped and looked at eachother sheepishly.

"Think people heard that?" he asked, gently gyrating himself inside her.

"Maybe," she whispered, grinning at him. "Let's make sure."

The bed shook and rocked as the golden pounded into the Dalmatian, her cries echoing in the room around her as he rocked the bed with her thrusts. Her hands raked down his back as she arched hers up to meet him, their tongues wrestling one another's as he fucked her.

"S-switch," she gasped, and Lawrence huffed as he slid out of her, pulling back even as Amy rolled onto her hands and knees. Gripping himself, he lined up and pushed into her once more, the Dalmatian groaning and lowering her head to the bed as he ground himself against her. Tail wagging, the golden picked up his pace, , grabbing onto her hips and pulling her back even as he thrust forward. Her hands gripped and twisted the sheets even as she moaned into her pillow, the headboard smacking against the wall. Lawrence bent over the Dalmatian, eagerly thrusting into her as he kissed her back, hands reaching around to grope her breasts. Their slaps bounced around the room, and neither doubted that their neighbors knew what was up.

"Get some!" someone outside yelled, and Lawrence and Amy laughed as he humped into her, her wetness dripping down onto the sheets below her as his balls swung with each thrust. She groaned and reached between her legs, fingers finding her slickness as she rubbed her clit furiously.

"Just a little more..." she panted to the golden. "P-pull my tail," she asked, and Lawrence sat up, leaning back as he grabbed her tail and pulled. Amy squealed and clenched her eyes shut as his girth split her open. Her second orgasm hit her and she screamed into her pillow, body going stiff as she clenched down on the invading member.

"Wh-where...?" the golden huffed, shortening his thrusts as he felt his own orgasm stirring in his loins, that familiar warmth tingling his balls.

"Inside!"

The golden grabbed both sides of her hips and pulled her close, pushing himself hard against the Dalmatian as he grit his teeth, pleasure ripping through him as he unloaded himself into the white canine beneath him. Each pulse sent another rope of cum shooting out his cock and into her tunnel, Lawrence's hands squeezing Amy as he throbbed and pulsed inside her. She groaned at this, squeezing in time with his pulses as she fell down the last wave of pleasure.

"Holy hell..." the golden muttered, sweat dripping down his brow as he released his iron grip on her sides. Amy fell forward, slipping off his length as she collapsed onto her bed. Lawrence sighed as he collapsed next to her, breathing heavily.

"You stayin'?" she mumbled, wiggling on the bed.

"Morning class, remember?" he muttered back, trying to stave off a wave of drowsiness. "Don't wanna wake you."

"Mk...see you tomorrow," she muttered, blindly leaning forward and kissing his cheek. He chuffed as he rolled off her bed, grabbing his briefs and stepping into them.

"Jacket blanket please," she asked, gesturing in the vague direction of where she'd put down his jacket. The golden sighed as he grabbed it and draped it across the Dalmatian, a smile spreading across her face. "Thanyu..." she mumbled, pulling her pillow under her head as Lawrence pulled his jacket over his head.

"Night," he muttered, bending down and kissing her cheek before stepping out of her room, closing the door behind her. Slipping on his shoes, he opened the door to the apartment and saw two girls standing there, grinning broadly.

"Hellooooooo Lawrence," Jenny said, grinning as the golden's face burned red. "Hope you two had as much fun as I did on my walk."

"Sounds like it," the ferret next to the doe giggled as the golden flipped the flag on the door. "Oh he knows the sign!"

"Y-yeah...uhhh I gotta...later," he said, laughing nervously as he stepped around them and walked down the hall.

"Bye Lawrence!" the two echoed, stepping into the dorm and shutting the door behind them.

The walk across campus from Amy's dorm to his was quiet and cold. Hands stuffed in his pockets, the golden walked with his head down and his shoulders hunched as he headed back to his dorm. His mind wandered and he went through the motions of entering his dorm and going upstairs, finding his apartment and slipping inside.

The golden sat on his bed, stripped of clothes and staring at the wall. His dorms were quiet, and he collapsed onto his bed, uncovered and exposed to the open air.

The world felt lonely and cold in that moment. The golden sighed as he pulled a green blanket under his head, closing his eyes.

You're not alone.

Then why do I feel lonely?

His phone beeped, and the golden rolled around, grabbing it from his pants pocket and pulling it open. A message from Amy.

Thanks for tonight <3 See you tomorrow? I'll cook for us :3

Yeah...sounds good he responded, putting the phone on his bedside table. He lay back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe I'm not as alone as I'd like to think, he thought to himself, closing his eyes with a smile on his face.