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Ian walked out of his last class for the day, shrugging and stretching his shoulders to settle his backpack into a more comfortable position. Another week of classes done, his final course on Friday finished, and he was once again free for the weekend!

The grey wolf stretched lazily, flexing every muscle in an attempt to shake out the stiffness of sitting attentively in a chair for two hours. He reflected that he didn't much care for these extended classes. The one hour versions were much easier to pay attention the whole time, but his intro engineering professors insisted they needed the extra hour.

He walked along the shaded paths of campus, working his way back towards his dorm but in no hurry. They were now solidly in the middle of September. This month had a tendency to flash back and forth between cool fall days and sweltering reminders that summer wasn't yet over. Today was a good day, however, and for the first time since starting at Orion Ian felt like his thick coat of fur wasn't choking him with sweat.

Ian toyed with his plans for the start of the weekend. He didn't have soccer on Fridays, which normally took up most of his time. The wolf supposed he should go to the gym in that case. There were no parties or frat rushes he was eager to get into.

His stomach grumbled lightly. Dinner. That was something in his mind. He hadn't eaten since that rabbit he'd caught a few days ago. Wouldn't do to put too much weight on, but still, it had been a while. He looked around surreptitiously at the furs around him.

Students of all sizes and species were moving at the end of the bell for classes. He saw panthers and rabbits, squirrels and coyotes, a dingo over there passing by. The standard mix of prey and predator, the prey far outnumbering the predators as usual. Seeing the little morsels walking past, Ian felt his stomach grumble lightly. Gym first, he reminded himself. He had a schedule to keep to now.

Mind made up, he started more purposefully back towards the dorm he shared with his roommate, Max.

The Bengal tiger was in the room when Ian arrived, typing something on his laptop. He looked up as the wolf entered. "Yo. Finished classes?"

Ian tossed his backpack onto his desk chair and started pulling things out of it to put away and organize. "Yeah, finally. Our engineering professor hates that he has us last thing on Friday, so he drags out every minute to try and make us pay attention." Ian snorted. "Cocky bastard acts like we personally insulted him by signing up for the only available session."

Max chuckled as he finished on his laptop and closed the lid. "Must be hard for these old guys to remember what it was like to be a student. Nobody pays attention on Friday, regardless of the time."

"Exactly! But it wasn't that bad today. Just long." Ian sighed and stretched to the ceiling again. "Anyway, I'm gonna head to the gym since we don't have soccer."

"I'll come with you. We can work up a good appetite. And I can tell you where we can find dinner."

Ian turned around in the middle of rummaging through his closet and peered at his roommate. "You mean real prey, not some restaurant, right?"

"Real as it gets." Max grinned. "Another tiger told me about it, an upperclassmen in my chem class. Apparently there's a big party tonight, hosted by one of the big social prey clubs. We should be able to find plenty of them walking over."

Ian considered the tiger before starting to take his polo off. His voice was muffled as he said "Surely they aren't stupid enough to put up flyers or something, right? How'd your friend find out about it? And why'd he tell you?"

Max shrugged and also started to change, eyeing the wolf's bulging underwear as Ian shucked his shorts off. "He didn't say. But the organizers have to tell someone, or else nobody would show up. Maybe some predator heard them talking about it and passed it along. As for why he told me, maybe he recognized a kindred spirit. Or maybe he heard my belly growling during lecture and took pity."

"Shameless kitty. Didn't your dad teach you better?"

Max hung his head in mock consternation. The two of them, dressed for the gym, headed out of their room. As the tiger locked the door he told Ian "Truth be told, he did try to teach me better. But I could never get the hang of making it growl as loud as him."

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The two roommates walked back from the showers to their lockers, happily clean and just the right amount of sore. Ian watched Max strip the towel off his waist and rub around the blended grey fur of his crotch thoroughly to dry off. The wolf thought back to just a couple weeks before when the presence of the naked tiger in the locker room had caused him no shortage of anxiety and lust. Now he ogled the bengal freely. Max caught his eye, and looking around to make sure no one was in their aisle of lockers, strode over and yanked Ian's towel free. The grey wolf just laughed and wiggled his hips, his sheath and balls swaying side to side.

"Eager cat, aren't we?"

Max growled at him, although his striped tail snapped playful side to side. "Maybe we can do one more workout. I know one that works the glutes real well..."

Ian smirked and admonished Max, slapping his hip with his wagging tail. "Now now, there'll be plenty of time for that. Don't want to be late to the party." He leaned in closer and gently caressed his sheath. "How about we stuff ourselves and then I'll stuff this into you?" Max growled, but it quickly modulated into a deep purring.

"Promises promises. Let's go if we're going. Any longer and I won't be able to pull my underwear on." He turned away from the lewd wolf, but not before Ian saw a black cocktip peeking out of the tiger's own grey sheath.

Without any more teasing, the two dressed and headed out. They stopped by their dorm room to drop off their things and then headed out. It was just past sunset, and there was still some light in the sky, but Ian knew how quickly the tree-shaded paths would grow dark. Perfect conditions for hunting.

As they walked in the general direction of the house said to be hosting the party, they passed a number of other furs. Prey far outnumbered everyone else, and moved in large groups. They learned that from the beginning of their lives, and any of them that forgot didn't often get a chance to correct their mistake. Predators like Ian and Max moved solo or in small groups, laughing and chatting with each other. And some of them were clearly hunting, or had already done so. Ian's experienced eyes saw a bear he knew from soccer walk by with a wriggling stomach. Max pointed out a moose and a clydesdale that were trying to discreetly follow a couple of small cats as they went into a campus building.

Open predation in public spaces was technically illegal, and the university had even stricter rules than the basic laws. Ian had attended an orientation presentation where the head of security, an enormous copper-scaled dragon, had promised any rule breaking predator could consider themselves on the menu. The dragon's bulging belly had indicated the threat was very real. But as the saying goes, it's only illegal if you're caught. And eating someone tends to leave very few witnesses who'd want to report the crime.

Nighttime was not safe for prey, as a result. The darkness was far easier to hunt in without being seen by prying eyes. Ian watched as, between one building and the next with the light going down, the masses of prey seemed to flow away. They turned into secure buildings, or down paths leading back to their dorms. The paths were reasonably well lit, but no prey truly trusted the night. And, Ian thought to himself, why should they?

As they walked along, getting closer to their intended target, Max turned to Ian and asked "So, family weekend next week. Any of your family coming to visit?"

"Just my dad. My mom didn't really want to come at the same time as my dad. They get along decently now, but he's the alumni and she said she was giving him the weekend with me alone. My sister lives too far away now. and my brother is with my mom for the weekend. We talked about having him come visit anyway, she's not uptight about the custody, but my mom wants to visit at some point so he'll come with her later." Ian looked over at Max. "How about you? I tell you, it's gotta be easier organizing family stuff when your parents are still together."

Max grinned. "You would think so, wouldn't you? Just my dad visiting too. My mom asked off, but somebody got injured and they need her to cover shifts next weekend."

"Big father-son weekend huh? That should be interesting."

Max nudged Ian with his elbow. "If they're anything like us they should get along."

Ian snorted. "If they're anything like us we probably shouldn't leave them in a room together. Are we there yet? Surely we're not walking up to the actual building they're partying in."

Max started looking around at the bushes and trees on the side of the path. It was now fairly dark, and the streetlamps created islands of light, but that only made the darkness outside of them deeper. "Yeah let's find a spot. If we cut over through the trees to the right here we'll hit the path to their party spot from the dorms. Probably gonna be more traffic that way."

Ian followed the tiger wordlessly as they pushed off into the sparse group of trees. It wasn't very thick - he could see the faint light of the other path ahead of them. Instinctively, now that they were on a hunt, Ian and Max both walked silently, the big predators moving with surprising stealth as their soft footpads muffled any noise.

Once they got close enough to see the path itself and the few figures walking on it, they paused for a moment. Ian scanned the area and then nudged Max, pointing silently to a large group of bushes that grew right at the edge of the walkway. The tiger nodded and they crept towards the spot. It was a classic technique, hide along a travelled path and snag the unwary. Ian's father had taught him how to hunt like this. Sometimes the old ways were the best.

Ian looked a little until he found what he was looking for - a tiny gap between branches that led to what was probably a hollow interior, made by generations of predators hunting the same way he and Max planned. His father had impressed on him that being clever wasn't always necessary - if you had to eat all the time, saving a bit of effort here and there was good.

In fact, this spot was such a popular hunting area that as Ian pushed through into the inside of the bush, he realized it was still occupied. He froze and felt Max stop behind him. The light filtered through the leaves just enough for them to see a sleek black panther similarly frozen, looking at them, the lower half of a rabbit sticking out from his mouth, legs kicking frantically. Barely a sound could be heard, though Ian was sure the rabbit was not being quiet inside the panther's throat. After a moment, seeing they didn't plan to interrupt him, the cat gave a tiny shrug and tilted his head back, bolting down more of his prey.

Ian backed up a little, feeling his tail brush his roommate's crotch, and Max moved out of the bush to let him leave as well. The two stood there for a moment before they heard a small, quiet, and very satisfied sounding burp from the panther. The big cat appeared a moment later.

"All yours. They're coming by in droves tonight, more than a normal weekend." The panther slid past them gracefully.

The two grinned at each other and stepped in. They made themselves as comfortable as possible at the front edge, peering out. Max leaned over a bit and whispered "We should let a couple groups pass without trouble. If too many people stop coming from this way to the party, they'll probably start to wonder and call people to warn them off." The grey wolf nodded. It rarely paid to be greedy with these things.

They waited for a while. A group of sheep walked by first. Even if they had wanted to, the two of them could never manage five people like that. After the sheep came a few smaller mixed groups. A couple of mice and a ferret, a pig strolling along with a cluster of squirrels, then a weasel, parrot, and sparrow walked by, all chatting quietly and looking around them with fear. Ian rather thought, though, that they looked excited. He shook his head and mentioned it to Max in confusion.

"Well, it makes sense, doesn't it?" the tiger answered, his voice a whisper. "Probably protected by their parents their whole life, kept to curfews and told how dangerous it is to go out at night or in small groups. But now they're in college so they try to live it up." Max smirked a little. "Turns out their parents are smart, to live long enough to have kids. Not that I'm complaining. Hang on, here's a likely pair."

Ian followed his gaze and saw another sheep, with a skunk by its side. As they watched though, Ian saw two dark shapes detach from the trees behind the pair and approach them. The wolf sighed. "Damn. Somebody else got 'em." They watched as the lion and the crocodile, now visible in the light, moved in unison to sweep their arms around their prey's head and chest, muffling their cries and nearly immobilizing them thanks to the difference in size. The predators quickly carried their newfound meals into the darkness.

Max grunted appreciatively. "Nice form. I know it's riskier, but I kind of like tackling them. Probably best to do it like them here though. Sound carries too well." Ian shrugged.

"Personally I'm glad. Never much liked sheep."

Max turned an incredulous eye on him. "A wolf who doesn't like sheep? Are you sure you're not adopted?" Ian grinned.

"You sound like my mom. She loves them. But for me, too much wool. Makes me sneeze something awful and it always scratches and tickles my throat."

"I could tickle your throat."

Ian looked at the big cat next to him, the white fur almost ghostlike in the darkness. "Oh yeah? With what?"

"With my dick."

"Not much for subtle foreplay, are you?"

Max grinned at him and Ian felt the tiger's tail brush across his back and twine with his own tail. "All that stuff is overrated. Don't you remember how we spent like two weeks stuck in our own personal hells because we couldn't talk straight to each other?"

"Wasn't talking straight the problem?"

"You'd be a lot cuter if you had your mouth full and you couldn't make bad jokes like that."

The whole conversation was barely audible, and both predators watched the path for prey aside from occasional glances at each other. Ian reached over blindly and rested his paw on Max's stomach. He felt the tiger flex under his paw. "Showoff," he murmured. He slid down lower and felt the bengal tiger's bulge through the thin material of the shorts.

A moment later the wolf felt Max's hand rest on Ian's own pride. The two gently rubbed and massaged each other. Ian was the first again to up the ante, sliding his paw beneath the waistband of his roommate's shorts. As Ian had expected, the tiger was commando. He heard Max's breath catch slightly when Ian's slightly rough paw pads slipped over the sensitive sheath.

The wolf traced the opening with one claw tip gently. The tiger was getting very aroused, and Ian could feel the sheath swelling. He bit his lip as Max got into his own shorts and started to tease him the same way. Ian felt a warmth as Max's cock started to push out of the sheath slightly, and he felt his own red rocket spill out.

Abruptly Max reached over with his other paw and pulled Ian's shorts totally down, exposing his crotch and continually lengthening cock. "You've got the better night vision," Max whispered. "Keep watching. And stay quiet. No howling."

Ian grinned down at his roommate as the tiger twisted his body to mash his face into the wolf's length. "Pretty high and mighty to think you can get me howling with your blowjobs. I'm not sure you're as good as you think you are."

Max growled, looking up at the wolf, Ian's balls resting on his snout and his cock covering the tigers eye as it lay on his face. "You're insolent, wolf. I can make you weak at the knees with a flick of my tongue." To prove the point, Max let his tongue drag out and dragged it in one smooth motion from Ian's unformed knot to the very tip, licking off the bed of precum that had formed there.

Despite his best intentions, Ian bent his knees slightly at the sensation, reacting on instinct to get his cock closer to those sensations. Max chuckled, a low rumbling sound, before he reached up and grabbed the wolf's balls, tightly. "I told you to watch the path, horndog. I can take care of this without your help." So saying, he opened his jaws wide and swallowed Ian up to the base in one motion. The wolf groaned, but turned his attention to the path obediently, trying to focus while ignoring the lewd sensations and slurping below.

They had missed a group of some kind of avians, walking left past them already. In close proximity was a pair of chihuahuas Ian would have loved to gobble down, but they were too near the larger group for safety's sake. Ian waited, occasionally thrusting into his talented roommates mouth as the urge struck him. Despite his teasing, Max was a pretty accomplished cocksucker.

Then he saw a likely pair. He reached down and grabbed the back of Max's head, forcing him all the way down until the tiger's nose was mashed into his stomach and his lips were around the wolf's knot. "Got something," Ian whispered. "Come up and see." He released the tiger who slowly drew off his throbbing length.

As Max looked around, Ian pointed out his targets. As luck would have it, another chihuahua and a small tabby cat, walking slowly together. "I like both kinds. Do you have a preference?" Ian slowly pulled his shorts back on as he spoke. It didn't hide the tent, but it would be better than tripping over his own tied up legs.

Max slowly stood, stretching his joints out slowly. "I like the thought of slurping a little doggy like you down, to be honest. What's another canine down my throat?"

Ian grinned. "Then I'll think of you while I finish off the kitty cat. As soon as they walk by?" Max simply nodded, focused on his dinner. As the predators watched, the two soon to be prey walked past. They were talking quietly together. Ian read a certain amount of nervousness in their body language, but the voices were light and high pitched. Trying to show off to each other, he thought. Act like they aren't scared.

As one, Ian and Max slipped out of the bush with barely a rustle, crossing the distance to their meals in a silent rush. Ian focused on the cute little cat in front of him and, in one motion, clapped a paw around his mouth and nose, using the other to wrap around his dinner's waist and hoist it off the ground.

A smack of the chihuahua's tail was the only way for Max's prey to struggle. The two grinned quickly at each other. Then Max's ear twitched. "More behind us. Back to the bush." Ian followed, the cat struggling in his arms no more than a mild annoyance.

As they slipped into the darkness, Ian was salivating. The scent of his prey was close and overwhelming now. The two roommates held their prey and their breath, subduing the struggling, as a large group of people, all prey and different species, walked by, talking louder than most, safe in numbers. At the noise, both Ian's and Max's prey struggled violently, trying to get a sound out to let someone, anyone know they were trapped.

Ian saw Max lean down, mouth open, and bite very gently on the small chihuahua's neck. The dog went still. Ian simply shoved the tabby he was holding into the ground and sat on him. He felt his still aroused length settle on the kitty's head.

As the prey outside passed, Max and Ian relaxed. Ian reached down and started to rip his dinners clothes off. He saved a few scraps, and lifting the cats face up, shoved the material in his mouth as a gag. With both hands free, the wolf finished shredding his pet's pants and underwear, tossing the phone and keys he found to the side. Then he flipped the kitty face up, spread his arms out on the ground, and knelt on them. This straddling placed the eager wolf's cock directly on his meals face, and Ian pulled his shorts down so the slick, throbbing red length was out in the open. The cat squirmed, twisting side to side, but it couldn't budge Ian and there was no way to avoid the wolf dick.

Max had also gagged and stripped his prey, and was standing tall with a tent in his own shorts. Ian gestured to him. "I've gotta return the favor. While you swallow that dog, I'll swallow you." The tiger grinned, and stepped over, careful to avoid stepping on Ian's prey. He thumbed his shorts down and hooked them under his gray furred balls, revealing the barbed black cock he was so proud of. It sprang out and hit Ian's snout.

Ian wasted no time, starting to lick and suckle on the tiger's meat. Above him, Max groaned slightly, then hefted the terrified dog in his paw easily. "Dinnertime, pup. Try and squirm for me." Max opened his jaws and used his other paw to feed the chihuahua's footpaths into his mouth. Ian felt the tigers purr as the barbs on his cock vibrated. The wolf paid them special attention, before opening wide and swallowing Max to the root.

As the predators reveled in their feast, Ian made sure to grind his cock into the gagged cat's face underneath him. He was hungry, but he would get to the cat soon enough. He focused on Max, slipping his long tongue out to fondle and lick the tiger's balls while he tried to swallow around the cock in his jaws.

Max was in heaven, with his hunky roommate sucking on his cock for all he was worth while he swallowed down the canine in his jaws. He gulped around the foot paws, drawing the canine in up to his thighs. The tiger ran his tongue over every inch, delighting in the flavor. He swallowed again, putting his hips into his mouth. His tongue now slathered saliva over the little chihuahua's sheath and balls, but aside from some extra taste, there was no reaction.

Max gulped again, at the same time Ian swallowed around his cock. The dog was a squirmer, fighting every inch, but that was what Max liked. He swallowed heavily, the chihuahua's chest slipping past his jaws and leaving only the dog's face exposed.

Ian felt Max's paws on his shoulders, urging him up. The wolf reluctantly slipped off his roommate's cock and stood, keeping one foot on his own meal. Max gestured at his prey's gag, and mimed pulling it out. Ian nodded and reached over. He grabbed the wad of fabric and looked at the terrified canines eyes. He leaned forward, and in one swift motion he yanked the cloth out and planted a kiss on the dog's mouth.

Calling it a kiss wasn't really accurate though, since the chihuahua was certainly not interested and Ian was really wrestling him with his mouth to keep him from crying out. As the chihuahua opened his jaws to scream, Ian drove his tongue into the dog's mouth, effectively gagging him. Both heard the deep swallowing sound as Max continued.

This swallow brought the dog's head inside Max's jaws, and Ian slowly withdrew as he felt Max start to close his mouth. They timed it so that as the doomed dog got free of the wolf tongue, Max's lips closed around Ian's and the two kissed, feeling the vibrations of the canine yelling for help. Ian and Max parted, and Ian watched the bulge in Max's neck as the tiger gulped again, sealing the chihuahua into his stomach for good.

Max stepped up close to Ian, pressing their hips together and mashing their erect cocks around. The two kissed again, deeply. Ian ran his tongue over Max's teeth, trying to pick up the faint hints of the chihuahua's flavor that still remained. Finally they broke apart. As one, they looked down at the tabby cat being held down by Ian's foot, still gagged to prevent any noise. Ian bent down and wrapped a paw around the cat's throat, hoisting it into the air effortlessly. He looked at his roommate and growled "All fours, kitty. I'm gonna stuff myself while I stuff you, just like I promised."

Max purred, then turned around, smacking Ian with his long tail, before kneeling down on the ground and getting onto all fours. He lifted his ass invitingly, whipping his tail back and forth. Ian growled lustfully, before looking at his prey, wriggling helplessly in his grip. "Sorry kitty. I'm gonna need my hands for this one." The wolf opened his jaws wide, wide enough to engulf the tabby's head with clearance for the sharp canine teeth all around. Ian lifted the cat close to his mouth, then quickly yanked the makeshift gag free, and jammed the tabby's head down his throat before it could react.

The grey wolf felt the typical struggling redouble as his dinner made that self same realization it was moments away from sliding into a stomach. He didn't care. He grabbed around the kitty's naked waist and lifted, swallowing strongly at the same time to get the head down his throat. This pulled enough pressure off his lower jaw to release the small cat. Ian then turned his attention to his roommate's needy ass.

Max felt Ian step up right behind him, felt as the wolf bent his knees to line himself up properly. Finally he felt the hot, wet, leaky tip of the canine's red rocket. Ian smeared his pre around Max's entrance. This was fast becoming familiar to both of them, and Ian couldn't wait - to finish his dinner or blow his load.

Satisfied his friend was lubed up enough, Ian stopped moving his cocktip around and left it right at the entrance. Then he pressed forward, leaning into the tiger and letting his tapered dick slowly slip inside. He groaned around the struggling cat in his mouth, and felt an answering shudder from the cat he was penetrating. Ian pressed in deeper and deeper, until he timed his last push with a toss of his head to swallow his dinner to the waist.

The warm, velvety interior of his tiger was enthralling to Ian, but he couldn't stay still. He had to fuck, now. His knot was fully swollen and Ian wouldn't be satisfied until he jammed it into his bitch. He pulled back, letting Max feel every inch sliding out again and hearing the kitty's moans and purring, before thrusting in deeply again. Another few short strokes established the rhythm and Ian started to get into it.

The tabby in his mouth was nearabout exhausted, but the swaying motion induced by the wolf's fucking caused its body to swing from the canine's mouth. Ian tossed his head back again and gulped, the kitten's knees and lower legs now the only thing outside his mouth.

Below him, he heard Max mutter "Fuck, Ian. I'm not gonna last long like this. Your dick hits every spot I havvvvve" The drawn out final word occurred as the wolf, mouth too full to reply, jammed his cock in and pressed his knot against Max's hole. "That's it wolf, stick that knot in me. Stuff me full. God I want to feel every inch of that thing inside."

Ian wanted to oblige, but his meal was still distracting him. Instead, he pulled totally out of Max and slapped the side of his ass, telling him silently to roll over. As the tiger flipped onto his back, legs spread, Ian saw the cat's own bulging belly, stuffed full of chihuahua. The wolf reached up with his paw and clenched the two legs poking out of his mouth together, before swallowing loudly. The feet slipped in, and Ian snapped his jaws shut behind them. He gulped again, and now Max was treated to the sight of a bulge traveling down his roommate's neck. As the tabby dropped into Ian's stomach, the wolf dropped to his knees and lifted the tiger's legs to his shoulders.

"Now we've gotten that out of the way, I can fuck you properly." Ian leaned up and over the tiger, looking into his eyes as he slipped his cock back in. "What were you saying earlier? Begging for my knot?"

Max growled back at him. "Asshole. I already told you I wanted it."

Ian lightly ground his knot against Max's ass, flexing his cock inside. Despite the tiger's persona, Ian could see and feel every hitch in his roommate's body as he tested him. He had the cat in his lap, literally.

"Tell me again. I wouldn't want to stuff this fat dick in someone who didn't really want it."

"Fuuuuck you man. Fuckin shit, don't tease me like this! Do it! Fuck my ass with your knot. Fucking fill me up with your big dick Ian!"

The wolf grinned. "That's what I like to hear." And without further talking, he started to thrust. Short, heavy thrusts shoved him into Max with all the strength of his body behind it. Max started to slide across the dirt floor and slippery leaves. "Fucking cat. Stay still!" Ian leaned over him and pressed down with his paw, using his extra weight to keep the tiger pinned in place.

Max was hissing and purring, barely able to form words as his prostate was mashed by the canine cock ravaging him. He lost speech entirely as Ian grabbed his cock with his free paw, pumping it between their stuffed stomachs as he continued to rut the bengal tiger, his knot squeezing a little more in each time.

Ian gave a particularly hard thrust and stayed locked in, digging his back paws into the dirt and rising up, lifting Max's ass into the air. He growled and groaned as he tried to force the swollen bulb of flesh on the end of his dick into the cat beneath him. Max felt himself nearly bent in half by the big wolf's forceful entry inside. It slipped past his asshole and was swallowed up in total.

Max swore he saw stars as he came, hard, painting their stomachs and chest white with his hot cum. Ian continued to stroke Max and the tiger couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe as he was rocked by his orgasm. Above him, he saw the wolf's face twist as his knot was squeezed and stimulated. Too late, Max saw Ian raise his head towards the sky...

Ian howled into the night from within their bush hideout as he came, short thrusts pumping a load of wolf cum into the tiger's rectum, every pulse as good as the last. Ian howled and howled as he emptied his balls, finally dropping off as his orgasm waned, panting and looking down at his roommate, impaled on his cock still.

Max looked up at him in horror. "Are you fucking serious Ian? They probably heard that on the south campus! Every prey with a braincell left will bolt back to their dorms."

Ian grinned. The wolf's face was dopey with pleasure after a meal and a drawn out orgasm. "We got our food. And what can I say? You've got an ass worth howling about."

The tiger put his paws on his face, still tied to his roommate. "Who knew fucking wolves came with problems like this?"

Ian shrugged and gently laid down on top of Max. They'd be stuck like this for at least 20 minutes. "You can ask my dad, I guess. Its probably genetic."

"Sure, I'll just ask your dad if he howls at the moon whenever he blows his load, that'll go over well."

"Well if you don't want to ask him, kitty, just get him to blow a load and see what happens."

Max looked up at Ian. "Family weekend is gonna be real awkward with that image in my head."

"Relax. First time meetings are always awkward. We'll see what happens next weekend."