All Your Beds...
Grant learns a very important lesson when he makes fun of his new college roommates. And of course, that lesson comes in the form of a vintage paraphrased meme. :3
This vignette was written for Ebni as their Patreon flash fiction reward for July 2019. The story contains sexual acts involving multiple consenting adults. :3
All Your Beds...
"...are belong to us. What the fuck does that mean?"
Grant murmured as he stopped at the front door of his dorm block, a picture stuck to the door with a thumb tack upon which a purple caped, rather low resolution wolf was looming forward with the words printed beneath his grinning face. Rolling his eyes, the lion pulled the paper off the door, stepped inside, and...
"Holy shit!"
A strangled cry of shock escaped him as no sooner had he opened the door, Grant was greeted by the combined sights and sounds of sex. On the hallway floor Carlos from the college Wargaming society was eating out a plump vixen whom Grant recognised from the anime club's table. The tabby feline's fingers plunged in and out of the fox as his muzzle slurped and suckled at her clit, and with her hands clutching at his hair while her thighs clamped down around the sides of his face, she barely managed to look up and acknowledge Grant's presence before with a strangled, echoing howl of bliss, she began to cum hard. Shaking his head in confusion, the lion scooted past the pair as the vixen continued to squeal and cum, in search of one of his roommates to ask if they knew anything about the situation he had just witnessed. When he found Andrew though, the mouse was in no state to be questioned. Dressed in the same elaborate cloak he'd worn while manning the LARP society stall, but now nothing else, the mouse was on his knees with cock in hand and no fewer than six other guys standing in a semicircle around him. His face was already streaked with cum, and as Grant stared in red cheeked confusion one of the four men still urgently jerking off before him grunted, gasped, and began to paint the grey furred rodent with rich streaks of cum.
Backing out of the living area and past Carlos where the cat was now urgently fucking the still shrieking vixen, Grant hurried up the stairs to his bedroom. Of course his room was at the end of the upstairs corridor, and between him and that room there were no fewer than five wide open doors, from which the sounds of even more abundant and wild sex was going on. In Ken's room the raccoon was kneeling on his bed while Maria, the rabbit with whom he'd been manning the Book Club table, humped him savagely with a sizeable, equine shaped strap-on. The raccoon's eyes met with the lion's as Grant paused helplessly in the doorway, and a twisted smile crossed Ken's face for just a moment before it was replaced with an expression of pure overwhelmed bliss, and he began to paint the sheets with his own hot, potent streaks of cum.
In Michael's room the hyena was lying on his back with cock in hand and a tall, lean donkey looming over him, pounding him rather roughly in the ass to the hyena's apparent delight. Trip's room held no sign of the coyote himself, but was occupied by no fewer than five ladies from the college Marching Band locked in a sprawling mini-orgy of their own that had long since outgrown the rather tangled and sodden looking sheets of the bed. The bathroom held yet more musicians, as well as several members of the college theatre society including Francois, the otter sandwiched between a shuddering, blissfully mewling tigress and a tiger grunting loudly as in that very moment he flooded Francois' backside with cum. Within the otter's own bedroom a giraffe and an antelope lay side by side, masturbating furiously as they stared into one another's eyes, transfixed and utterly unaware of Grant's presence as the lion passed them by.
The door to his own bedroom was shut, but even before he reached it Grant could hear the sounds from within. His cheeks burned scarlet. His whole body shook. His chest heaved as he panted heavily, and his trousers strained tight with the erection that had been helplessly roused within them. Despite knowing full well what was going to greet him though, Grant twisted the handle and pushed the door open. Sure enough not only occupying but filling his room to capacity were at least a dozen and a half individuals all writhing, gasping and wailing in various forms of pleasure. He recognised most of them from the society's faire that afternoon, but only knew one of them by name.
"O-okay, Trip... Christ, you've made your point. I'm sorry."
Grant yelled over the shrieking of a squirrel as a large, chubby bull pulled his cock out of her just in time to watch her squirt violently over its length. From where he was lying upon Grant's own bed, the coyote lifted his head from the throbbing cock of a ringtailed lemur, but didn't stop pumping his own hips against the face of a gurgling, giddily masturbating snow leopard lying happily beneath him.
"Mmhh... a-ahhh... that's great, Grant. But, it's not just me you have to apologise to. Say it... ahhfuck, say it loud enough for everyone to hear."
The lion's cheeks burned hotter still, and he whimpered as he looked around and realised that even amidst their orgy, all eyes were suddenly upon him.
"I'm sorry."
He growled a little louder, only to groan when Trip raised an eyebrow towards him.
"I... I'm sorry, okay!"
The lion yelled.
"I'm sorry I said no-one would join your clubs. That I said only virgins and losers would. I... h-holy shit. I was way, way off the mark. You folks are wilder than any of the guys on the football team."
Trip grinned, and the rest of the room beamed too for a moment or so, before going right back to their orgiastic fucking. Grant groaned.
"C'mon, guys... I... I said I'm sorry, and I meant it. Are you all really gonna keep on fucking around the whole house? In my bedroom, even?"
The coyote beamed over at the lion, fixing him with the same wild-eyed glare that he had shared with Grant after the lion had made those flippant comments while passing by the Chess club table at the societies faire earlier that day with some of his football buddies.
"Fuck yeah we're gonna keep on fucking. You think all this is just for your benefit? That we weren't itching for an excuse to have our first orgy of the new semester?"
Trip groaned in pleasure as he started to pump his hips more urgently against the snow leopard's hungry maw, both his hands working the cock to which he had been tending as he kissed and licked at it between comments.
"But... hey, even though you're on the football team, and probably have way cooler, more fun, wild, sexy things to do than us nerds you're stuck rooming with this year?"
The coyote added with a playful grunt, shuddering, gasping, but pulling out of the snow leopard's muzzle before directing her and the lemur to tend to each other instead. He dragged himself off the bed, darted around two or three other couples or small groups making wild and varied forms of love between himself and Grant, before finally coming to stand before the much larger, stronger lion with a dazzling, fearless grin and a still rock hard, saliva coated, pre-cum oozing cock straining between his legs.
"If you really mean that you're sorry, and you really do accept that us nerds have way more fun than your buddies ever will drinking and poking fun at anyone without a six pack..."
One of Trip's hands fell to the knotted base of his own cock, while the other reached out and squeezed at the bulging tent of Grant's trousers. The lion mewled, groaned in ecstasy, and began to fall to his knees before the coyote's cock before Trip had even finished his sentence.
"...then prove it. One cock. One pussy. One hot, horny nerd at a time."
By Jeeves
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