College I
#1 of College
| This story contains graphic depictions| | of male-male relationships. If this | | offends you, or if you are under the | | age of 18, then do not read it. | | | | If viewing pornographic materials | | is illegal in your area . . . move. | | | | ~Treth |
- * * "Sex!" screamed the extremely well-toned wolf, from his position on a porn advertisement channel. This one word caught enough of the channel-surfing mountain lion's attention to warrant at least a pause in his near-frantic channel changing. "Hot guys goint at it, all for ju-" continued the anouncer, until he was cut off mid-sentance by the cougar turning off the TV. "Bleh," he said, as he shifted around under the blanket on his bed. "Fuckin' faggots . . . well . . . guess it's time to get up." He gave a wide yawn that slowly grew inot a deep catstretch, one which was satisfying enough that he let his claws curl out. After he returned to a relaxed state, he pushed the comforter off of his body and stood up, then reached into his sleeping pants and gave his morning hardon a healthy grope and scratch. He shivered slightly in enjoyment, then hooked his thumbs over the hem of his sleeping pants, and bent over as he took them to his ankles and cast them back onto the bed. "Such a shame that I'll be getting a roomie," he mused, with a wistful glance around his dorm. "I won't be able to do this anymore." With that, he laid his taut, firm male body back down on the bed, and slowly grasped his now-throbbing erection. "Or," he purred, as he slowly began to stroke himself, "Maybe I still will . . ." He let his eyes drift closed. his right paw slowly worked his sheath up over his cock and pullid it back while the fingers of his left paw slowly worked over the sensetive patch of skin just under his large, full scrotum. He hooked one ankle over the side of the bed, then arched his back and pressed his hips up into his paws. As precum bagan to flow, the cougar lubed up his fingers and continued to rub himself. As a result of the lube, as well as of the short thrusting the cougar was engaged in, his fingers slipped slightly and came to rest on his tailhole. He rubbed unconsciously for a few seconds before his eyes shot open in shock. "What the fuck am I doing?" he asked. His fingers answered by pressing firmly to his achingly virgin tailhole and beginning to slip inside. He whimpered quietly and spread his legs, then began to slowly finger himself as he masturbated. After only a minute or so of this, the new sensation pushed Treth over the edge. With a quiet, feral growl, he began pumping his seed all over his chest. "Quite a bit of fun, eh, Treth?" asked the large male wolf Treth hadn't noticed in his room until now. Treth yelped loudly and yanked a blanket up over his body, then looked up at the fur and started laughing. "Donovan," he admonished, as he pushed the now slightly sticky blanket off of his body. "Someday you'll pull some shit like that, and I'm gonna have a heart attack and die." The cougar purred quietly and began to rub his cum into his fur with one paw. "What's up?" asked Treth. Donovan smirked. "Besides you?" he intoned, with a chuckle. "Your roomie is here, and I foresaw this situation. So, I decided to warn you." Treth sighed deeply. "Donovan, why do you have to be like that?" asked Treth. "You know how I am. I'll just end up jerking off in front of him anyways . . ." Donovan gave a small, knowing smile. "That, and so much more," he whispered. "Perhaps so, Treth," he said. "But just do this for me, ok?" The wolf walked over to Treth and smiled. "Now get washed up before I lick you clean," he said. Treth grinned. "I know you'd be only too willing, Don," he commented. He stood up and walked over to the sink in the room, then picked up his familiar washcloth and began to clean the cum off his fur for the thousandth time. Donovan grinned. "Any fur who was into males and in their right mind would," he said. Treth tried not to blush, and failed horribly. "You're just saying that," he murmured, quietly. He looked down at his paws as he scrubbed his fur dry. Donovan smiled and shook his head slightly. After a few moments, Treth hopped off the sink counter and pulled a pair of jeans from the closet, and grabbed a shirt as well after a moment's thought. He rapidly pulled them on, then turned to Donovan and held his arms out to the sides. "Do I look presentable?" he asked. Donovan smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "You look great, hon," said Donovan. The wolf stepped out of the door. "I'll return with your roomie, Treth," he said, over his shoulder. Treth sighed and sat down on his bed, then waited for Donovan to return. He did not have to wait long. Soon, the door into his dorm opened once again and Donovan stepped inside, with a young foxen in tow. "Treth, this is your roommate, Kit," said Donovan. He went on to explain how things worked to Kit, as well as to drop some details about Treth, but the cougar didn't hear a word of it. He was desperately trying not to stare at Kit, and was failing spectacularly. On instinct, Treth's eyes flicked up to the foxen's right ear as it moved. Here, Treth's keen sight grabbed a detail most would miss. There was a small dip in the flesh of Kit's ear, and the fur was slightly out of place. These were the results of a failed peircing. Suddenly, the ear Treth was looking at folded out of view and he felt Donovan lightly push his shoulder. "Treth?" he said. He smiled broadly. "Quit oggling the fox so we can help him move in, ok? We both know he's hot . . ." The fox blushed deeply, but Treth's face just about burst into flames. "Y-. . . yeah," said Treth. Kit turned and walked out of the room. Donovan gave Treth a knowing smile, then turned and followed Kit out of the room. Treth laid his ears down against his head in embarrasment, then followed as well. * * * Donovan erped as he heard someone knocking on his door. He glanced at his clock. "If this is some stupid freshman . . ." he growled, quietly. He stood up and pulled on a loose pair of pants, then walked to the door and pulled it open. He blinkblinked in pleasent surprise as he saw Treth at his door. "Hey, hon," he said. "What's up?" Treth sighed quietly and glanced both ways down the hall. "I really need your advice . . ." he said. Donovan smiled comfortingly and moved to let Treth into the room. Treth stepped inside, then walked over to the bed and sat down. Donovan lowered his ears slightly in worry as he closed the door. "What's on your mind, hon?" asked Donovan, as he gently laid Treth's head in his lap. Treth sighted and closed his eyes as he felt Donovan's paw start to slowly stroke his body. "Kit . . ." sighed Treth. "I . . . I think . . ." Donovan looked concerned. "You think what?" inquired the wolf. Treth rolled onto his back and looked into Donovan's face. "I . . ." he started, sounding like he was about to cry. "Damnit, Don . . . I think I'm in love with him." Donovan softly caressed the cougar's cheek with a paw. "And?" he asked, softly. Treth sighed deeply and rubbed the side of his muzzle against Don's thigh. "Just hearing you so calm makes me feel better . . ." he murmured. Donovan smiled. "When you first start feeling things like this, it's hard . . ." comforted Donovan. "And I don't just mean here . . ." he murmured, as he reached down and touched Treth's crotch. Treht giggled quietly. "I know," sighed Treth. "I'm just . . . confused." Donovan smiled softly. "Stand up," said Donovan. Treht looked questioningly up at his unofficial mentor, but did as was asked of him. Donovan smiled and stood in front of Treth, then gently closed Treth's eyes with his fingertips. "Picture that luscious foxen in your mind," said Donovan, as he stepped closer to Treth. He lowered his voice to a murmur. "Envision his soft fur, and those beautiful muscles . . . that long, fluffy tail . . ." Treth was tyring, but he didn't really feel the feeling he got around Kit. Donovan moved his muzzle right to Treth's ear and spoke the magic words. "Lose yourself in those soft, brown eyes . . ." he murmured. Suddenly, Treth felt himself begin to purr. The deep, filling warmth Treth felt around Kit began to flow through him once more. "Do you see him?" asked Donovan. Treth nodded slowly. He heard Donovan, but he wasn't hearing deep, noble voice of his friend. He was hearing the soft, slightly timid voice of his would-be lover. He opened his eyes and looked at Donovan. The wolf's muzzle and body were similar to that of Kit, so it was not difficult for Treth to lay the image in his mind over Donovan's actual body. He pressed his cheek firmly into DOnovan's paw, and accented the action with a rise and dip in his purring. Donovan slowly moved his muzzle to Treth's, and tenatively kissed the feline. Treth shivered and pressed his tongue into Donovan's muzzle, much to the wolf's deliciously pleasent surprise. Donovan felt Treth's paws gently drape around his neck as the kiss lingered for a few more moments. "Mmmmm . . ." moaned Treth, as he laid his head on Donovan's neck. Donovan smiled. Suddenly, Treth gasped and pulled away from Donovan as he realized what he had done. Donovan smiled slightly. "If you kiss Kit like that," he said, "Then the poor foxen will have an orgasm." Though Treth was turned away from Donovan, with his ears flat to his head in embarrasment, Don knew that the cougar's face was positively glowing red. Treth muttered his thanks and rapidly made his way back to his dorm. When he stepped inside, he saw Kit sitting at his desk, shirtless, typing away at his computer. Treth blushed again as he walked over to the foxen's computer. "What'cha writin'?" he asked. Kit erped and rapidly entered a set of keys that closed the document. Treth smiled and walked over to his computer, then sat down. "If you think you're safe," he commented, "Think again." In a matter of seconds, he had copied the document onto his hard drive and opened it. Kit, who had been watching over Treth's shoulder, whimpered and began to tremble. "P-. . . please, sir . . ." he whispered. Treth looked concernedly at him. "Please what?" he asked. Kit shivered. "Please don't read it . . ." he whispered. Treth closed the document and put his computer on standby. "Ok . . ." he said, as he glanced at the clock. "It's late . . ." He got in bed and turned off his light. Kit got in his own bed and turned off his lamp, then lay shivering under the covers. Treth evened out his breathing and closed his eyes, then perked an ear in Kit's direction. After about ten minutes had passed, Treth was satisfied that the foxen was asleep. He called upon every feline instinct he posessed, and crept silently to his computer. When he started his computer back up, he winced as his speakers announced his actions. A glance assured him that the foxen was still deeply asleep. He sighed in relief, then opened the document and began to read it. He gasped softly and blushed many shades of red as he realized that the story was about him seducing Kit. Just when he was getting to the good part, he ran out of text. He was shivering now, out of a mixture of embarrasment and lust. As he guided his mouse to the close button in Notepad, his paw shook slightly and he double-clicked on an icon. As he muttered a furtive curse, a media application opened. Treth frantically tried to close it, only to start it playing a song. He reached up and turned it off as fast as he could, but when he cast a glance at Kit's bed, he knew the damage had been done. Kit was sitting up in his bed, hackles raised in the surprise of hearing the loud music suddenly, trembling enough to make his bed shake. Treth turned his computer off, gave a deep sigh, and turned his lamp on. He was careful not to let Kit see the obvious erection in his pants as he did so. "P-. . . please . . ." whispered Kit. "Don't . . . hurt me . . . please . . ." Treth calmed himself down and forced his erection to go away. "Why would I hurt you?" he asked, as he walked over to Kit's bed and sat down on its side. Kit whimpered and backed away from Treth slightly. "Because you're gay?" he asked. Kit nodded slightly, and Treth smiled. "I already knew that," he said. Kit blinkblinked in surprise, then backed up until he was pressed against the corner of his bed's footboard and the wall. "H-how?" he whispered. Treth smiled and scooted over to Kit. He moved slowly so as not to frighten the fox. Kit whimpered softly and kept his eyes on Treth's. As Treth slowly moved his paw, palm open, to the side of Kit's muzzle, he held the foxen's gaze with his own. "I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured, hushedly. Kit shrank away from Treth's paw as he saw it move, but when he felt the velvety-soft, warm fur of Treth's paw against his cheek and whiskers, he closed his eyes and let his muzzle fall slightly open in a soft gasp of pleasure. As Treth began to softly stroke Kit's muzzle with his thumb, Kit shivered softly and moved his palm to the back of Treth's paw. He laid his ears back against his skull and firmly rubbed his cheek into Treth's palm. A tear slowly rolled down his face. "I . . . I . . ." he murmured. He laid his head forward into Treth's lap and began to cry quietly. Treth leaned back against the wall and pulled Kit into his lap. The nude foxen clung to Treth like a young kit, and curled his tail around Treth's body as he cried into the older male's fur. Treth closed his eyes and purred softly, trailing the tips of his claws up and down Kit's spine, and letting them linger around the foxen's tailbase when they touched it. "Just let it all out," he murmured, softly. Kit's crying began to slow and quiet as Treth continued to move his paws over Kit's body in sensual and less so ways. Kit had managed to arrange his ear directly over Treth's heart, and was falling calm as the sounds of the feline's body filled his mind. Kit smiled softly and began to rub his cheek against Treth's chest. He looked up into the cougar's eyes, and began to slowly rub his paw on Treth's right inner thigh. When he met no resistance, he looked down and moved his paw to Treth's crotch. He stroked the cougar's sheath for a few moments, then closed his eyes and slowly slipped his lips over Treth's opening. Treth shivered and laid his head back against the wall, and put his ears flat against his head as he felt Kit's soft, warm, slick vulpine tongue sliding into his sheath. "G-gods . . ." gasped Treth, as Kit's tongue slid down to the base of his cock and deeper, to pleasure nerves the cougar never knew he posessed. Treth gave a guiet, needy whimper and laid his left paw on Kit's back. As Kit softly suckled on Treth's sheath, he began to kneed the cougar's groin nd belly softly ith his paws. Treth's cock slowly began to extend and grow into Kit's muzzle. Kit murred quietly and rearranged himself so that he was laying on his belly with his legs tucked up under his body, his chest in Treth's lap and his muzzle on Treth's cock as his paws continued to kneed the flesh on either side of the panther's maleness. "He's suckling from his mother . . ." murmured Treth, as he recognized the foxen's behavior. He moved his paws to the sides of the vulpine's muzzle and slowly stroked the foxen's face. "My beautiful little todd . . ." he murmured, quietly. He ran his paw through Kit's headfur and over his soft, short ears. "You are the most handsome foxen I have ever seen . . ." Treth suddenly shivered as an orgasm like he'd never felt before came over him. Kit laid his ears flat against his skull and began to suck very hard on Treth's cock. As cougarsemen continued to pulse into Kit's muzzle, he continued to swallow it down. Slowly, Treth's pulses faded into dribbles as his orgasm ebbed away. Kit sucked and licked Treth's erection right back into it's sheath, then curled up and laid his head in the cougar's lap. After a few moments of stroking Kit's ears, Treth smiled. "So mysterious, little one," he murmured. He laid down in the bed, turned off the light, and cuddled Kit to his chest. After he settled down, he felt Kit's nose softly probing around on his chest. A small vulpine set of lips closed around one of his nipples, and the foxen slowly suckled himself to sleep. * * * The blanket shifted slightly over the two fur's bodies as Kit snuggled closer to Treth. He whimpered softly as he felt wakefulness begin to take his mind. "No . . ." he thought. "I don't want it to be over . . . it was such a wonderful dream . . ." He slowly drew his palm down Treth's chest. "I can still feel him . . ." he murmured. Treth purred softly as he continued to look at Kit's beautiful, sleeping face. Wakefulness had found him nearly a half-hour past, but as he felt the foxen clinging to him like a young kit, and as he looked over the calm, peaceful expression on his face, he couldn't bear to disturb him. As he felt Kit's paw move, and heard him speak, he smiled. "Are you awake?" he asked, softly. Kit opened his eyes very suddenly and jerked back. Treth merped and looked concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked, softly. A trembling paw slowly made it's way to the cougar's chest, then softly began to stroke the fur there. Kit's eyes looked up at Treth's, a bit questioningly. "I . . . I thought . . ." he murmured, softly. "You thought it was all a dream?" asked Treth. Kit nodded softly, then looked down at his paw as it continued to slowly pet Treth's chest. Treth closed his eyes and began to purr softly, his tail slowly curling over the side of the bed and making the covers ripple. Kit carefully traced the boarder of white to cinnamon fur on the puma's chest with his fingertips, then slowly moved his paw down Treth's side, drawing the blanket off his body. He gasped quietly as his lover's firm, toned form was slowly revealed. "So beautiful," he murmurd, softly, as he ran his eyes over Treth's chest and belly, over his firm muscles, his feathery-soft fur. He slowly traced the outline of every muscle with his fingertips, brailing the larger male to memorize every contour of his body. "I . . ." started Kit, but then stopped, as if unsure of what to say. Treth's eyes opened and he looked at Kit's face. "You what?" he asked, softly. The fur along his side ruffled slightly as Kit drew his paws over it. "I . . ." Kit started again, but again paused. "I want to tell you I love you . . . but . . ." Treth placed a soft kiss between Kit's ears. "But?" he inquired. Kit carefully avoided Treth's gaze by keeping his eyes on the cat's chest. "But . . . it only happens that way in stories . . ." he said. Treth softly forced Kit's face up until they met each other's eyes. He shook his head softly and smiled, then pulled Kit's body forward against his own and softly kissed him. As Treth's soft, warm lips caressed Kit's, their bodies softly settled against each other until the two were fairly surrounded by eath other's warmth and energy. Treth paused as the kiss ended, his lips still touching Kit's. He then started another kiss, and another, until his tongue was sensuously exploring Kit's muzzle. As this kiss ended, Treth slowly licked Kit's lips and pulled back enough to meet the foxen's gaze with his own. He smiled as he saw that Kit had fluffed out his fur in pleasure, which made the fox blush deeply. He looked down at Treth's chest. "I suppose I owe you an explanation for last night," he murmured. Treth shook his head. Kit smiled a bit and rubbed his muzzle up under Treth's chin. "A fur you've known for one day suddenly reverts to an unresponsive state and gives you a blowjob, then curls up to you like a little kit, and you don't want an explanations?" he said. Treth chuckled quietly. "Well . . ." he murmured. "When you put it that way . . ." Kit giggled softly. "I guess it all starts with my birth," he said. "My mother didn't survive . . . my father never forgave me. He would get drunk and shoot up . . . I later found out it was heroin he used. He'd get high and drunk, then he'd beat me and tell me about how I killed my mother." Treth growled softly and wrapped Kit protectively into his arms. The fox shivered softly and paused, then snuggled his body a bit more closely to Treth's. "I . . . I survived him until I was eight. Then, I ran away. I think I walked for only a few hours before I was found . . . I made it to a highwas, and started walking along it. I heard a car slow down and stop behind me . . ." Treth slowly stroked Kit's ears, earning a soft murr from him. "I . . . the driver of the car got out and walked over to me . . . he gave me a thorough sniffing over without a word. He asked me who had done it to me, and I told him. At the time . . . I had a poorly healing broken arm, a large cut across my chest, and a laceration on my arm. He picked me up and put me in his car, then, just began to drive. I sat in the passenger seat . . ." Treth slowly slipped his paw up to the back of Kit's neck, and took a fistful of the foxen's scruff between his fingertips. Kit gasped raggedly and closed his eyes, then went completely limp against Treth's chest. Treth purred softly and rolled onto his back, keeping Kit in his arms and carefully arranging the foxen's arms, legs, and body against his own. Kit moaned softly. "Ma- . . . master . . ." he panted. "Master only . . . did this . . . when . . . when I was a VERY good boy . . ." Treth purred and spread his thighs, allowing Kit's warm, soft body to slip between them. He slowly extended his claws and began to knead Kit's scruff in his paw. "Do you like this, Kit?" asked Treth. "S-sir . . . " murmured Kit. "I . . . make me your pet . . . claim me . . ." Treth slowly rolled over, gave Kit a deep, smouldering kiss, and ground his hips against his pet's. He glanced up at the bedstand, and grinned boradly as he saw a dildo and a bottle of lube cleverly hidden such that they were only visible from the bed. He met Kit's gaze with his own. "Roll over," he said. His voice was gentle, yet very commanding. Kit felt his body tingling at the sound of Treth's voice, and began to obey before he gave the action a second thought. "Lift your tail to me," he commanded. Kit began to murr softly as he slowly laid his tail up over his back. Treth licked his lips, then slowly drew his clawtips down Kit's side and over his rum. The fox shuddered visibly and let out a soft, lustful moan. "Take me . . ." he begged. Treth slowly pressed his hard cock into the crack of Kit's ass and slid back and forth a few times, then began to push forward into Kit's body. The fox arched his back and relaxed the muscle ring of his anus, urging Treth deeper. The cougar eased forward until he was hilted inside Kit, then held still and gave a soft, deep moan. He had been with a few females in his life, but he had never felt like this with any of them. The tightness, the slickness, the heat . . . Treth's inner fires felt different, too. There was a deep connection there he'd never felt before, and it took sexual pleasure to a whole new level. He wasn't merely engaged in an attempt to bring himself to ograsm, he was making love to Kit. A gentle squeeze around his cock brought Treth back to the here and now, and he began to slowly thrust. Kit shivered and began to do as his Master always instructed him to, squeezing as he was thrust into, relaxing as he was pulled out of. His feline lover moaned softly and began to nibble gently on the back of Kit's neck. He always felt a deep-seated desire to bite down as he came, but he's never found a female who enjoyed it. The fox moaned softly and tilted his muzzle back, softly begging to be bitten. Treth was too deep in his sex trance to be surprised, so he simply took a muzzlefull of Kit's scruff and bit down firmly. Though his slow, deep thrusts were clearly designed to draw the sex out, his orgasm was rapidly approaching. As Kit squeezed down particularly hard on an unusually deep thrust, Treth felt his most intense orgasm ever wash over his body. He bit down on Kit's scruff, and hilted inside of the foxen's rump. Kit dug his claws into the bed and arched his back, pressing his rump against Treth's hips and holding his neck still for his cougar's lovebite. Treth slowly relaxed down against Kit's back as his orgasm receded, then rolled carefully onto his side. He pulled Kit with him, becuase he didn't want to withdraw until he had to. A glance at Kit's cum-soaked chest prompted Treth to reach wodn and enclose the foxen's knot in his fist, which earned him a grateful murr and squeeze on his cock. "So . . ." Kit murmured, softly, after a few minutes. "We've had even more sex, and you still don't know my life story . . ." Treth smiled and softly licked the back of Kit's neck. "Perhaps we should get up and get lunch, then?" suggested Treth. Kit snuggled back agaisnt Treth and murred soflty. "I dunno . . ." he murmured. "I'm not a good actor . . . everyone'd know we were a couple . . ." Treth purrred and laid his arm over Kit's chest. "Twenty-eight percent of the student body is ga, another twenty is bi," Treth said. "We won't be given a second glance." Kit blushed deeply, but nodded. After the two had snuggled for quite some time, and Treth's erection has slipped back into it's sheath, the quiet peace of the room was broken by Kit's belly growling loudly. He blushed and Treth giggled, then nudged him out of the bed. They both put on enough clothing to walk down the hall, then grabbed their respective fur shampoo bottles and headed for the showers. Treth led the way into the bathroom, listening to any sounds he heard, searching for signs of the presence of another fur. A smile crossed his muzzle as he found none. "Looks like we have the place to ourselves, sweetheart," he said. He walked over to the showers, stripped naked, and stepped inside. Kit blushed lightly, then slowly took his pants off and laid them with Treth's . When he turned and looked at the shower, he saw Treth leaning against the frame of the door, sexily waving his long, sensuous tail from side to side. Kit blushed again, then walked over and stepped inside the shower with Treth. The fox, out of habit, poured some shampoo on Treth's chest and began to softly kneed it into the cougar's fur. After a few moments of this, Treth began to purr, leaning back against the wall. "Why . . ." Treth murmured, softly, "does everything you do have to be so damn erotic?" Kit blushed deeply and continued to expertly groom his lover while at the same time making any tension the feline posessed melt away. "Turn around," he murmured, as he finished with Treth's front side. Treth turned around and braced his forepaws against the wall, lifting his tail teasingly and laying it on the foxen's chest. Kit murred softly and began to rub the soap into Treth's back, slowly working his way down. He carefully avoided Treth's ass by rubbing his tail down, from base to tip, twice. He then slowly made his way down the back of Treth's legs. "Avoiding something, Kit?" he asked, coyly. Kit blushed deeply, then straightened and put his paws the cougar's rump, rubbing him there firmly, teasing the flesh with his claws from time to time. "Mmmmmm . . ." moaned Treth. "You have a magic touch, sweetheart . . ." He dropped his paws from the wal, then stood under the water, letting the shampoo wash out of his fur. The fox continued to absent-mindedly rub down his fur. Treth purred and began to return the favor, slowly waorking shampoo into Kit's chest. "So," he said. "We left off with you being picked up by this guy . . ." Kit turned around and leaned back against Treth. "Yeah . . ."he murmured, softly. "He . . . where was I? Oh yes . . ." "He drove home, with me in his car . . . he had a beautiful house, two stories, big place . . ." Kit murred softly as Treth's paws worked over his chest and belly. He wasn't used to such attention. "I went inside . . . he gave me a short explanation, then took all my clothes off and had his slave help him clean me up. They groomed every inch of my fur . . . cleaned up the wounds, and used an osteo-regenerator on the arm . . ." Kit murred and nuzzled Treth's chest. "Try to imagine, laying naked on a bed and being tonguebathed all over by two beautiful furs . . ." Kit nuzzled Treth again. "A-anyways . . . from that day forth, I was a lot like his son. When I got home, I shed my clothing. I spent most of my time naked. I worked as his slave, preparing his food, pleasuring him when his other slave was either away or getting boring . . . he had a very nice cock, a lot like yours . . . your taste is different . . ." Treth began to massage Kit's back, letting his paws groom as they worked. "Your taste . . . it . . ." Kit shivered visibly. "Oh, sir, it's so wonderful . . . it makes my skin tingle . . . Master's taste never did that, not even the first time . . ." Treth blushed slightly. "Anyways . . . he treated me like a son, except for the sex. 'Sent me to private school, helped me with my homework . . . he's paying my way through college." The fox turned around in Treth's arms ands smiled a little. "The last thing he did was to tell me to get a good education and fall in love . . ." He blushed slightly and laid his head against Treth. "One down, one to go . . ." he murmured. Treth blushed again, and simply held Kit close to his body for the next few minutes, rocking form side to side. After Treth decided to stop using up hot water and turned on the dryers, the two separated and lifted their arms and tails enough to ensure that all their fur was dried. Once that was done, the two put their clothes back on and headed to their dorm. They selected more modest clothing, then Treth rang Donovan to see if he wanted to join the two for lunch, and he heartily agreed. * * * NOTICE: This is part one of a two-part story. If the ending seems a bit open-ended, that's why. Forgive the low-yiffage content, please. Send requests, interests, or other inquiries to treth_kittin#earthlink.net (anti-spam; replace hash symbol with an @). Flames will be absorbed by mages for energy. ~Treth