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The only good part about waking up was turning over and going back to sleep. I hate that initial feeling of grogginess, of knowing I'd need to leave the warm comfort of my blankets to start the day. And the damn 'urges' my body had made evident by pressing into the mattress. It used to be the worst part of my day.

And it got a whole lot worse when I met my dorm roommate.

They said college would be the 'time of my life'. Years of parties, alcohol, drugs, and sex. Promises of bonding with lifelong friends over sleepless nights completing assignments. As a young, hormonally-driven wolf, it sounded like a blast.

Only now it was two months into the semester and things hadn't turned out at all as I hoped. For one, the parties were hosted by the older students and they wouldn't let first years in. Two, that was where all the drugs and alcohol were. And three, all the chicks I tried to speak with ended up as stuck-up bitches.

Now I'd also heard the horror stories about roommates. You know, the slobs or drug dealers. Or the people without any inkling of how to be an independent adult. Yeah, those ones, and I always thought I'd be able to deal with it or find a reason to change rooms if it came to it.

Enter scene left, my roommate.

The first time I met Jacky was orientation day. I opened the door to my new home and saw a slinky cheetah unpacking books and a computer from a cardboard box on one of the two beds. Now I wasn't speciest. Sure, a few friends I knew back in high school believed in the whole 'dogs versus cats' stereotype, but that wasn't me - regardless of my heart sinking just a little bit.

Of course, it got a just a little bit worse again when the feline chucked a rainbow coloured pride banner against his pillow. But hey, it's twenty-nineteen - it's 'current year' - and that sort of stuff is to be expected in college. As long as he knows my boundaries, we'd be fine.

"Hey," I said as I closed the door, startling the cat on the bed. He whipped around, beaming up at me with a gleaming smile, and practically slithered from the bed. The cheetah slipped right past my offer paw and closed the remaining distance. I nearly jumped when he slipped a paw through my belly fur and up under my shirt.

"Oh my god I love puppies can I play with your bone?" the cheetah said in a rush, not bothering to pause between words. I back peddled, but every step I took was matched until my back bumped against the door.

Needless to say, I got out of there real quick and headed straight for the administration building to request a room change. It took forever waiting in the crowded lobby for my number to be called and a whole lot less time for them to deny my room change. The exhausted looking clerk cited multiple reasons about it being the first day, and that my roommate being 'flamingly gay' isn't a respectable reason. Defeated, I trudged back across campus to meet the guy who literally molested me at first sight and would be sharing my room for the next too-many-months.

Our second time meeting went much better than the first. The cheetah introduced himself as Jacky and apologised for coming on so strong. Not wanting to be at odds with him, I told him it was ok. Then he promptly ruined the moment by informing me his body was free for me to use for any sexual desire I wished.

Sleep on that first night was fleeting. I laid awake for hours even after the soft purrs of the sleeping cat could be heard across the room. Eventually I drifted off and awoke to a sight I'd be getting familiar waking up to.

See, Jacky had zero shame with his body, and his lack of boundaries with my body was true with his as well. A small part of me had to admit as he was prancing around our room, nude and very erect, that he did have an attractive body. Lithe and fit, with a round ass, it was what my dream girl would look like - minus the barbed cathood bouncing in front of him.

I looked away when he bent over to store a pile of folded clothes in the dresser. The way his tail naturally flipped up along his back and exposed his ass and sack would be burned into my mind forever. I guess the movement alerted Jacky to my wakefulness because the next thing I heard was the cheetah's bright voice.

"Morning sleepy head."

I grunted in response and rolled onto my back and immediately regretted the action as my morning problem became apparent. Jacky must have noticed it too because I felt the light weight of his ass settle against my covered erection, and opened my eyes to the feline straddling my hips.

"I can take care of this for you," he said with a tilt of his head.

"No." I blushed and rolled away from him to face the wall.

"Come on," he pleaded, dragging out the words. "Let me ride you... please?"

I didn't answer and he eventually gave up and left me alone. But it didn't stop him from trying again, and again, and again every single morning. And it started getting harder to resist. Thoughts entered my mind, like a small voice locked behind a heavy wooden door.

Just a paw, I don't need to do anything.

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A blowjob is a blowjob, doesn't matter who it comes from.

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He'll do all the work.

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I bet he moans like a girl.

Jacky wasn't helping in the slightest. His actions were starting to drag unwanted and embarrassing reactions from my body. I woke up each morning now with my hard cock laying in a puddle of pre soaking into my sheets, and fell asleep gritting my fangs and trying to shut out the sounds of his pawing and moaning. His state of dress went from sometimes clothed to always naked and he pranced around the room with his ropey tail hoisted behind him.

It all came to a point months into the semester. I lay awake in bed, tossing and turning, my paws clenching into fists. I'd been trying to hit on chicks whenever I could, trying desperately to get laid and nothing worked. I growled at my hard cock pressing against the mattress, refusing to let me sleep.

Across the room from me, Jacky slept peacefully. I could hear his soft purrs from his deep sleep. I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the sheets to the ground and fell from my bed. Stumbling over, I practically collapsed against the side of his bed. It felt as if my body was possessed. Driven forward by my twitching, knotted cock and the tightness in my heavy balls.

I look at the sleeping form of my roommate, stretched out on his back and purring like a kitten. His arms stretched above him and rested against the headboard. The warmth and humidity in the air, and general lack of modesty meant Jacky had forgone his sheets. His body lay bare before me, from the tips of his spotted ears to his short, feline muzzle, down his sleek chest and belly. My eyes locked onto his sheath, a hint of pink showing from the end.

Climbing onto the bed, I eased a leg over his midsection. I sat taking the majority of my weight in my legs and straddling his thighs. My heavy cock stretched along his dormant sheath, bathing his fur in my scent and sticky precum.

I could smell him now, even over my potent musk. I edged my muzzle closer to his neck and breathed in deep. He was distinctly male, but light like a gentle breeze across a flat grassland. In my sleep-deprived and desperate state of mind I found it intoxicating. I had to take him.

Lifting his right leg was as easily as tucking my paw behind his knee and bending it back towards his body. Jacky remained oblivious in his dream while I exposed the tight little star beneath his tail. The sight made my cock jump against his stomach, landing with a wet smack against the small puddle of pre that had seeped out in his fur.

I shifted back until the head of my wolfhood slipped below his sack and wedged up against his hidden entrance. My instincts drove me to thrust forward and claim this feline as my breeding bitch, and I so desperately wanted to listen to them. The muscles in my thighs tensed with barely restrained energy. But I had to take this slow.

His relaxed rim parted easily around the slick battering ram knocking at his gate. My fat head slipped past his defences and wedged under his tail. My gasp was mirrored by the sleeping feline. I paused to let his unconscious body become accustomed to the entry, and to marvel at how he remained asleep with two inches of cock in his ass.

Slowly, carefully, I pushed my hips forward. My shaft eased through his parted rim like a hot knife through butter. It took no time at all before I had my knot resting against his tail and the rest of my wolfhood buried deep inside.

I waited again, panting from the exertion of restraining myself. Jacky's sleep purrs were louder now and intercut with little meows. The only other reaction he showed to his predicament was the sporadic twitching of his tail as it lay off to the side.

Keeping my eyes on his relaxed face, I began pumping my hips in careful motions, only pulling out half way before kissing my knot against his ass. I snarled softly each time his relaxed ass tensed and massaged my cock with his rippling tunnel. My unoccupied paw clenched and kneaded at the sheets but I was careful to keep the paw holding his leg steady, lest I stab him with my claws and wake him.

Suddenly the foot I was holding kicked out and collided against my side making me grunt at the impact. Perhaps more surprising than the blossoming pain in my ribs was when his half-erect, partially limp cock jumped against his stomach and lazily pumped out a river of pearlescent cum to soak into his fur and the sheets below.

I paused, panting over him as I watched his face for signs of waking. I almost couldn't believe it when his movements calmed down and he started sleep-purring once again. If he could sleep through that, then he'd sleep through my knot.

I started again, slowly at first and quickly speeding up to my previous pace. My knot throbbed against his rim, demanding entry, and I was going to give it. At the base of each push when my knot pressed against his ass, I paused and kept the pressure. Each time, I wedged more of my knot in his ass, gradually and surely stretching him. On the final thrust, my knot popped in.

The feeling was intense. Tight, rippling muscle tugged behind my knot as if pleading for me to give up my seed. I gave in as easy as plucking a blade of grass. My sack jumped and my knot throbbed deep inside my bitch. I felt the first distinct pulses of my cum seeding the male beneath me and groaned out low and long. Each spine-tingling rush of cum was like a brick lifting from the weight on my back

I panted, a lazy grin plastered across my muzzle. I rolled my shoulders in their sockets and felt relieved at the lack of tension across my whole body. My body felt refreshed, like I'd jumped in a cold lake.

I let Jacky's leg back down to where it lay resting across my thigh. The cheetah looked peaceful in his sleep and a hint of guilt began to creep in when I trailed my eyes down to the visible bulge my cock made in his abdomen. Every so often I saw the slight twitch corresponding to the uncontrollable throb of my balls breeding the hole I was buried in. There was nothing I could do now but wait out the tie.

At one point, his sheath hardened once more and his breathing sped up. He panted and squirmed and clenched around my cock until he tensed up and came for a second time. Strings of cum spat from the inch of pink peeking from his sheath, creating an abstract art piece along his front. I grit my teeth and rode through his spasming tunnel while his body subconsciously milked me dry.

The rest of the duration of the tie passed without incident. When my knot deflated, I pulled out one last time, stumbled over to my bed and collapsed.

I awoke the next morning to my bed shifting beneath me. Easing open my eyes, I saw Jacky straddling me in much the same way I had to him the previous night. Guilt and worry spurred me awake. I couldn't be sure what his expression was telling me, it was too early in the morning. I figured the safest bet was to assume he was pissed.

I gulped. The fur along his belly, chest, and even face was heavily matted. Even had I not been the indirect cause of it, the musky smell of sex would be enough to tip off anyone.

"So I had an interesting morning," Jacky's neutral tone was worrying. "I woke up with an unbelievably sore ass, and as full as if someone had shoved a fire hose shoved under my tail. That is, if the fire department used wolf cum instead of water to put out blazes."

My ears folded. "I had a bit of pent up frustration." I couldn't help the whine in my voice.

"You had a lot of frustration all right." The gradual smirk on the feline's muzzle had me worried for a completely different reason.

"... Jacky."

He was grinning now. "Never knew one person could store so much frustration inside of them."

"Jacky."

"Really filled me to the brim with your hot, sticky frustration. Like god-damned, your body does realise it can't get me pregnant, right?"

"Jacky! Stop!"

"No. You're gonna lay there and I'm gonna fuck myself on your fat knot. You owe it to me for stuffing it in while I slept."

I looked away, ashamed at how I'd acted. Jacky didn't seem nearly as mad as I was expecting; part of me suspects he's only angry that he wasn't awake at the time. But he is right, and even if he was part of the problem that got me so riled up in the first place it still wasn't ethical how I took advantage of him.

"Just remember, if you do find yourself with excess... frustration, my tail is always lifted for you puppy."