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Part 1

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Caleb listened for footsteps. If he heard anyone down the hall, he'd walk straight past his sister's room. But most of his floormates were still in classes. He darted inside. Closing the door behind himself, he locked it, and looked up to see her. He smiled.

"Heyyy."

"Hey," Jean said from her bed.

Caleb slung his backpack to the floor, taking off his hat and gloves. "I was just thinking," he said, "why do they always cut out the 'hellos in movies and shit? You don't just start talking in real life."

Jean took off her sweatshirt, not responding right away. Caleb appreciated when she mulled over his antics, rather than dismissing them outright. He unbuttoned his shirt.

"Probably because half the dialogue would just be characters greeting each other. It's boring. You can do something more interesting with your runtime," she said.

"Yeah," Caleb agreed with some hesitancy. "But you can make 'hellos interesting. A big reveal, an anticlimax. Maybe learn something from how they said it."

"Yeah," Jean said. Her smile told him a roast was coming. She scooted to the edge of her bed, wrestling out of her leggings. "You're all about that anticlimax lately."

Caleb let out a breath, trying hard not to grin. "Shouldn't you be grateful I'm making myself exclusive?"

"Grateful?" Jean scoffed.

Caleb looked down at her panties, hopeful. "Enthused?"

"I couldn't care less if you're acting all monogamous."

"It's not an act," Caleb complained. "I just don't feel like keeping up with it right now."

Jean reached out, pulling Caleb in by the waist. She felt up his jeans. Her fingers cupped his crotch through the fabric, thumb pressing down on his erection. "As long as it's not on my behalf. I don't want to feel guilty."

Caleb stared at his sister.

"More guilty, okay?"

He took a step closer. Jean undid his fly and pulled all the pesky fabric out of the way. She leaned forward and let every inch of her brother slip between her jaws. She made out with his sheath. He savored the feeling of his smooth penis extending, resting comfortably against her broad tongue. She suckled him with a relaxed rhythm, closing her eyes.

Caleb let his thoughts drift away from his sister's talent. "Did you hear about the new admin?"

Jean stopped moving, keeping his dick in her mouth. "Nah ahminh?"

Part 2

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Charles struggled to remember her name from his interview. The secretary didn't have her name visible anywhere on her desk. She poked her head up from her computer, her eyes wide and whiskers twitching. He was harder to miss.

"Good morning, Lexi," the horse said.

"Good morning sir. I-"

Charles put a paw up, large but unthreatening. Lexi stopped. He gave a nod. "Charles is fine."

"Charles," Lexi agreed. She shook her head clear. "Well, I'll be showing you around. It's a pretty small team. I suppose you'll want to meet everyone?"

"Of course," he agreed.

Each new face presented unique challenges. He had mastered the game of standing just far enough away to not loom large but close enough to feel personal. He assured them all he wasn't here to make any big changes right away, merely learn from their experience.

Charles followed Lexi down to the end of the hall. She held the door open for him.

"Well, here we are! Harriet, well, she was gone before we could ask too many questions. But I'm told that she had some resources for whoever replaced her. Other than that..."

Lexi stopped, gesturing to Harriet's old desk. It was solid wood, a dark brown. Charles wanted to ask her more about this Harriet. Was she fired? Killed under mysterious circumstances? The mouse was standing with her lips squeezed together, whatever it was.

He nodded. "Thanks, Lexi. I'll give you-or Stella, or Ed- a call if I'm having trouble with anything."

She flashed a grin. "No problem, Charles."

Charles waited for the sounds of steps to dissipate. He let air pass through his lips, nickering in annoyance.

He squinted at the sunny view of his new office and found a button to control the blinds. He sat down at the computer. A note on top of the keyboard supplied him with login information.

A folder sat in the middle of the screen, yelling "READ ME." He spent the next two hours trudging through a bureaucratic hellscape. Navigating his new team closer to St. Burton's goals would be troublesome, no matter how many folders within folders Harriet left behind.

One guide, placed strangely high in the chain, was particularly confusing.

"Okay," Charles muttered. "But why do they all get special treatment in the first place?"

Part 3

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Jean squeaked into her paw. She raised her hips, letting her brother push the toy in further. He held it there, letting her squirm around it. She looked at him, overcome with need. He finally offered some relief by rocking it, in and out. Caleb watched her tail wiggle. Her paw reached out. She held his wrist, helping him guide the dildo in. Jean had told him she was thinking about getting a new one, one with a knot like his.

Caleb kept pumping it in like it was a form of meditation, mesmerized by her moving flesh. "Can you eat me out?" she asked.

"Ok."

"Stop saying 'ok' like that!" she moaned, trying to be quiet.

Caleb eased the silicone out completely, making all her arousal drool out from her pussy, onto her tail, onto her ass. He lapped her up like water, digging his snout into her muff. He inhaled, savoring her rich scent. His cock dripped on the covers. Her thighs offered a cozy support, unlocking every nook available to his tongue. He muttered right along with her.

"Jean, coming in, okay?" Frenchy called outside. The door unlocked.

Caleb didn't need prompting. He rolled under her tiny bed like he moonlighted as a stunt double. Her comforter hid him away. Jean took her toy and pressed it back in.

"Jeany!" Frenchy insisted.

"Yeah, come in!" she grumbled.

Frenchy smiled at her lewd display. "Ahh, you're busy. I just wanted to tell you we're meeting at the fireplace in like ten minutes."

"Thanks French."

The leopard nodded, blushing through all her white fur, about to close the door. "You know I could help you with that, right?"

"Yeah, and I'm still straight. But thanks," Jean said.

The door relocked. Jean rubbed her fingertips around her clit, letting her arousal soak through her sheets. She kept her dildo pumping, eyes shut.

She hadn't heard Caleb come up from under the bed, but he grabbed the dildo from her and assisted in massaging her insides. She doubled her efforts, one paw on her clit, the other reaching around her leg, rubbing her ass. Her brother licked his lips.

She moaned loud enough to risk being heard next door. The dildo slipped out and was replaced by three of Caleb's fingers. He felt her orgasm, the smoothness of her walls something to behold.

And he did behold. A grin formed, then a full smile, watching Jean come down from her high. She caught her breath. "What?" she laughed.

Caleb leaned into her lips. Kissing quickly turned to making out. He could still taste his cum on her tongue. He backed off, licking her chin clean.

He sat up, brushing the dust off of his fur. He thought about how he was getting out of this room undetected. But Jean tackled him and sat down beside him. Her nearest paw grasped around the red flesh still standing tall from his sheath. She didn't move her paw; she just held him, enjoying his heat.

"I don't think we can get another round in," Caleb said.

"I know."

He let himself flex in her paw, hoping she'd start to rub despite what they said. He fell back onto her bed.

"Uhhhhkk. Gunner is losing his patience with me," he said. "I don't know what to tell him."

"Tell him 'You're right. Sorry for being weird.' Then suck him off or something." Jean squeezed his shaft for emphasis.

"Just in the middle of the meeting?" Caleb laughed, a sad note in his voice.

"Or let down your fly and say, 'your turn.'"

Caleb sputtered, red in the face. "I'll just jump on the table with my dick out. 'Look at me. I am the president now!'"

Jean chuckled, awarding him with actual strokes. "Gunner would actually kill you."

"Still just about as realistic as any option, I guess," Caleb said.

Even though she kept jacking him off, Jean seemed much more interested in his face. "Can you explain it to me again?"

Caleb threw his head back. "I don't know how to explain it! It's just like, everything was going downhill, and the only thing that makes sense is cutting it all out."

Jean sighed, getting up and straddling her brother. She rubbed deeply enough to let his knot pull from his sheath. She pressed him against her belly. "Cale, I can respect your efforts at troubleshooting, but isn't it time to try turning some things on again and seeing what still works?"

"I am turned on," he argued.

Jean scowled, stopping her strokes.

Caleb sat up. He pulled his legs in, looking away. "Not yet, okay?"

"Fine." Jean shook her head and went for the door, still no clothes on her body.

"What?" Caleb said.

"I'm going to see if someone wants a quickie before the meeting," she said, paw on the door handle.

He tried not to roll his eyes. "Okay."

Caleb put back on all his underwear. A very petty part of him wanted to rub one out into her sheets, but the thought only made him feel more remorseful. The last thing he wanted was to prank her.

Each rooms' added soundproofing made it impossible to hear if anybody was outside. He waited until the meeting would be starting, then opened the door an inch. All he heard was Gunner's voice from down the hall. Caleb darted out and walked the opposite direction.

The dorms looped back on themselves. He ended up at the far end of the common area. A small crowd of floormates had gathered near Gunner, sitting with him in a loop of chairs, more gathered behind, standing. Gunner didn't stand out much: six feet tall, thin tan fur, and a built-up torso made Caleb think of the "bros" that couldn't get out of a gym. But his sharp gaze, the way he rarely laughed at anyone's expense, made him harder to hate. It helped that Caleb found him attractive.

"Caleb!" Gunner called out. A few pairs of eyes turned toward the brown dog, splotched with white but fully covered in clothes. Everyone else seemed to be in various stages of nudity. Even Gunner didn't have his pants to hide his prominence.

"What's up, guys?" Caleb said.

No one tried to talk besides Gunner. "I think we're ready to get into it." Gunner clapped, standing up all at once.

"What do we actually know?" one quickly asked. "How bad is it?"

"Relax, relax," Gunner said, pacing around. "We will get into it. We will! But first thing first, could someone interrupt those two back there? No screwing during the meetings, guys. Come on."

Eyes focused back to where Gunner was looking. Jean had her paws up against a wall, giving a smaller canine better access to her backside. The terrier slowed his hasty humps, staying inside Jean for another awkward moment before pulling his knot out, dripping with fluids. Jean caught her breath, not looking at anyone. The terrier apologized for both of them.

"Don't worry about it," Gunner said. "Okay. We don't know much, but I'll tell you all what we know for sure."

Everyone gradually shut their mouths.

"Sometime last month, Harriet from Admissions took a leave of absence. We weren't too worried, because we just got done with assigning next year's students to our Floor. We had time on our side. But it seems the leave was extended, or she was terminated, because they hired someone to replace her."

"Who?" someone asked.

"We don't know yet," Gunner said.

"Is Harriet okay?" Jean asked.

"We... don't know that either." Mumbling went through the crowd. "But guys, calm it with the rumor mill. We did plan for this. I need to delegate some tasks out."

More people shuffled around. Gunner had no problem raising his voice. He gave two comp-sci majors the task of finding out everything they could about the new admissions director.

"Thanks," Gunner said. "Oscar, fucker, you here?"

Oscar raised his hand, shuffling forward.

"We need to talk to Harriet. Can you try to find her?"

Oscar grinned all too broad. "You want me to stalk someone?"

"Bro, I knew you'd make it weird. Just find her, we don't need to know what she had for breakfast."

"Fine, fine!"

Laughs went through everyone. Gunner took another step back. "Okay, uh, yeah. That's it. So, anyone got any tests tomorrow?"

It got quiet. Many looked for their nearest compatible friend like the teacher just asked everyone to find a study partner. Paws started to interweave, grope. Others wandered off to find some privacy.

A big cat grabbed the nearest horny girl and carried her over to a bench, stumbling past Caleb.

"Remember the towels," Gunner called out. "Animals."

Gunner spotted Caleb still paying attention to him. He waved Caleb over.

Two otters, seemingly mates for life already, had found a chair next to Gunner. Gunner didn't so much as glance at them. "I have a favor to ask," he said.

"Okay," Caleb said, tilting his head.

"I..." Gunner paused, noticing the otters. "This feels awkward. Should I be masturbating or something?"

"Don't you have like ten guys who'd love to help you with that?" Caleb said.

"Har har. I get it. It's cause I'm popular."

"You are!"

Gunner stood up and looked around the room. He made eye contact with the first male-attracted person he could find, a paw on his hip. "I'm president this year, what do you want from me?"

Caleb sat down next to him, pulling his legs in, onto the seat. "Nothing, I'm just giving you crap."

"That's a relief. Anyways."

"What's the favor?" Caleb asked.

A husky greeted Gunner, smiling. "Did you want head?" they asked.

"Yes! I have to talk to Caleb though, if you don't mind."

They were already crouching down, licking their lips. "That's fine!" Gunner was pushed back into his seat, his crotch met with a flurry of wet kisses.

"Woah! Don't worry, you have time," Gunner said.

Licking Gunner's balls perched above his sheath, the husky nodded.

"Anyways," Gunner said again.

"You're going to be taken from three directions before we can talk, Gun."

Gunner laughed in earnest. "No, no! Okay. The thing is, this whole Harriet thing is a bit fucked. I didn't lie or anything, but I'm not sure the plan in its current form is actually going to work."

Gunner looked down, putting a big paw on the back of the husky's head. "You can keep a secret, right babe?"

They were quiet but gave a tiny nod. Gunner grinned and urged them on.

"Well we have time, right? If the first plan doesn't work, we can try another one," Caleb reasoned.

"Mmmh," Gunner moaned. "...Yeah. The only problem with that is we might spook this new Admissions person. And then, well, I don't want to think too much about that. We have a couple aces up our sleeves, still. But if Admissions gets out of our pocket, that's bad news for the future."

"I don't get where you're going with this," Caleb admitted.

"The point is that we need to approach this from every angle we can think of. Kinda like me getting pounded on all sides by my, what, lustful army of admirers?"

"Very funny."

Gunner continued. "Information and blackmail, seeing what Harriet can give us, and then the one where you come in: seduction."

"You want me to seduce the Admissions officer?" Caleb said.

Gunner leaned down, kissing the husky's forehead. They looked up at him, eyes brimming with infatuation. "Getting close. You feel great."

He looked back to Caleb. "Well not if you don't want to. I know you got your own thing going on right now.

"Hey, I-"

"I'm not going to lie to you Caleb; I'm getting concerned. People tend to get distant before they decide to try to do something stupid. So tell me if you're starting to think like that."

Caleb didn't know how to respond. Gunner's stare dug into him.

"Point is, you get someone to seduce this admin, I'll know I won't have to worry. Hell, do it yourself, I won't even care if you succeed. Got it? Oh god dammit."

Gunner let his head fall forward, pushing the husky down with both paws. He jerked his hips, humping their face, shooting cum down their throat.

Caleb stood up, head spinning. "Are you really--We're crystal clear, Gunner. See you later."

Part 4

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The carnations reminded Caleb of the tufts of white fur framing Jean's face. When he would scratch her neck, the fur ruffled out in a similar way. He caught himself smiling.

"Are those ones catching your eye?" the flower shop attendant asked.

Caleb abruptly removed the grin from his face. "Eee-uh-yeah. They're nice. How much is it for a few of them?"

The attendant tapped her fingers together. "A few of... oh, we only sell a dozen or more."

"Okay, how much for a dozen?"

She started pulling them out from the larger bunch. "Do you want a vase?"

"Oh god--I mean--no. No thank you."

She shook her head slightly. "Then these will be about thirty-five dollars."

Caleb screamed inside his head. He managed to keep a calm facade, as if he didn't need more of that money for food.

"On second thought, you sell chocolate for canines, right?"

The girl put on a happy face, putting back the carnations. "I see."

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"Why would you try to buy flowers anyway?! Where would I put them?" Jean said, chewing on the chocolate.

"I don't know! I thought I'd at least give them to you while we're out here."

Caleb stared at the setting sun for a while. It drifted closer to the dorms on the far end of campus. Shaded from the sun, the snow clung to the old leaves and rocks, unable to free themselves from the last snowfall. A large, flat rock had gotten just enough sun to give them both a dry place to sit. But for warmth, they sat shoulder-to-shoulder.

"You wanted to apologize?" Jean said.

Caleb nodded. "I kind of have to explain stuff before I can get to that apology, though."

"What happened?" Jean said.

"Gunner."

Caleb went through his conversation with the president. He had to take a deep breath, trying not to get red in the fur all over again.

"Am I missing something? How is that playing it safe? Couldn't the admin just get you thrown out of school if you tried to get in their pants?"

"Well, that part makes some sense," Caleb grumbled. "The tech wizards might find some dirt, and then someone can play Carrot and Stick with the admin."

"Then find someone! How hard could it be?"

Caleb thought back to the husky lapping Gunner up. "Gunner said if it's not me, they have to get it right. He's just trying to get me to do it."

Jean shook her head. "Gunner is... wait, are you actually thinking about it?"

Caleb kicked the leaves by his feet. "What else can I do? I'm not trusting some horny bastard not to fuck me over. It's not like I have many friends right now anyway."

"You have friends, Caleb!" Jean said. "It's just awkward right now. I'm barely managing to brush off the incest comments by keeping myself available."

Her brother shook his head. "You shouldn't have to."

"Uh, Caleb, I'm not going to lie, I still do enjoy it. They're not forcing me."

"I know," Caleb agreed. "I think you might have been right, about switching some things back on. I hate being forced into something, but this admin thing might still be a way to do it. So I'm sorry for being dismissive."

Jean turned her head, looking at Caleb instead of the fading sun. She rocked herself against him. "Took you long enough."

Caleb tensed up, waving his paw around, claws out. "You really had to-"

"Next time get me some actual flowers, dumbass." She smiled, her tone rich with sarcasm.

"Fuck you," he said.

She kissed him on the lips, tail wagging. Caleb closed his eyes with warm acceptance, his paw on her thigh. Her paw rubbed between his legs.

"I do think you missed an option though," Jean said.

"Quit school and hope no one notices?" he said.

Jean put her snout on his shoulder, smelling his neck. "There is always murder-suicide."

"Did you have an actual idea?" he asked.

"You don't have to go in there alone," Jean mumbled. "And with the right makeover, I don't think I'd look all that related either."

With his reassuring smile, Jean's paw had slipped under his pants, massaging his sheathe.

He shuddered from the new warmth. "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"I get my best ideas waiting for you to finger me."

Part 5

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The admissions department was inside a tall administrative building, which itself was fit snug among other brick university buildings. It towered over them like a testament to college wastefulness.

Caleb strolled down the sidewalk, waiting for Jean to appear. Outside during the middle of a morning period, the paths were devoid of students. He spotted someone walking to intercept him. He only recognized her from her clothes.

"Wow," he said.

"I feel like such a clown. Who dyes neck fur anyway?" Jean said.

She had dyed all her white fur black, giving the illusion of a diva. "No, you look great."

Jean flashed a smile but focused on his eyes. "Well you look dead."

"I didn't get much sleep. You brought the dirt, right?"

She pulled on her backpack straps. "You really have nothing to worry about."

"Do you know how many ways this could go wrong?"

The building loomed tall over them. They walked in, greeted by an unimpressive lobby, a single student worker, and a set of elevators. Gunner had worked to make sure Caleb wouldn't have any trouble getting in. The student didn't so much as glance at them.

The elevator dinged and opened. Wood paneling, dingy lights. Caleb put the last remodel somewhere in the 90s. Thinking about its design distracted him, kept his chest calm, even as Jean kept glancing over at him. The elevator started going up.

Jean grabbed his paw. Caleb reflexively pulled away. She grabbed it again. "We're not related right now, remember?"

"I guess, yeah."

"I'm not even Jean. If they ask, I'm--shit, I didn't think this far. Doris?"

"Sounds like an office drone. Where were you born, this elevator?" he asked.

"Julia," she tried again.

"You have too much eyeliner for a Julia."

"Wednesday."

Caleb squinted at her, still holding her paw. She wiggled her eyebrows. "I see it," he said.

Wednesday kissed him. He reciprocated, and the elevator opened up to the world. It was a straight shot to the receptionist. Lexi watched them come out of the elevator.

"How could I help you?" the mouse only said out of politeness.

"We have an appointment with Charles," Wednesday said.

"You do? ...I don't see it in his calendar."

"We spoke with him a minute ago," Caleb said, the lies flowing out. "We were told he didn't have any other commitments."

"Well, okay, I'll let him know you're here." Lexi picked up her phone.

Wednesday pointed further down the hall. Caleb caught on.

"That won't be necessary. We'll just knock," he said.

"Hello," Lexi was saying, "a couple lovebirds said they had a meeting with you, but--hey! You can't just--Charlie, they're at your door."

Caleb knocked and found Charles opening the door in front of him. Caleb flinched. The horse was massive, more than a full head taller. And clearly a whole lot stronger, even in a suit. He had taken a step forward.

"Can I help you?" Charles said. He paused for a split second between each word, causing each one to have its own unique emphasis.

Wednesday was wide-eyed, taking a step back. "We, uh."

"We're glad to be able to speak to you, sir," Caleb said, heart pounding.

"Whatever about?" Charles asked.

"Weren't we speaking to you on the phone? We had to meet with you about our dorm floor in Surden?" Caleb said.

Charles shook his stout head, but there was a sudden spark in his eyes. "You two are from Surden Hall?"

The two canines in front of him nodded, finally with confidence.

Charles looked over their heads with ease, down the hall at the mouse. "Thank you, Lexi. Sorry for not giving notice; it slipped my mind."

"You have another meeting in ten minutes," Lexi said, walking back.

The equine stood aside, welcoming the pair into his office with a wave of his paw. Caleb's eyes passed over the expansive desk and focused out the window. He spotted Surden in the clutter of brick, brown grass, and piles of snow.

"So." Charles said. He closed the door. "Are you two here to clue me in?"

"I guess. What do you already know about Surden?" Caleb asked.

Charles sat down. The canines sat across from him. He described how he found out about their ability to transfer students to the building. "But what I don't get is the 'why'," Charles said. "Why students would have that much independence, and how it wouldn't just devolve into squabbling and perversion."

"Well, it could, but--"

Caleb elbowed her. "Not helpful, Wednesday."

"You didn't let me finish!"

The horse glanced between the two, lips mouthing out words. "So I can only assume you want my help? But it's not clear to me that this is worth my energy. You'd forgive me for being reluctant."

"Not really," Wednesday said.

"No?" Charles said in surprise.

Wednesday put a paw on Caleb's lap, sitting up. "My boyfriend and I need to explain the part you're missing in all this."

"What could that be?" he said.

"Floor Three isn't some kind of unruly mob. We elect a president every year. Another team manages the admittance changes. We have goals for the Floor."

Charles frowned. "You'll forgive me. What are the goals, exactly?"

"I guess it's all kind of like a social experiment. We're helping to find out how students behave under relaxed circumstances." Caleb said.

"Like... social media?"

"Not really," Wednesday said.

"Then what is it like?"

Caleb and Wednesday exchanged glances. She shook her head imperceptibly.

Caleb faced the director, making eye contact a priority. "I wouldn't have believed it myself when I was brought in. Not unless it was right in front of me... Sometimes it's amazing. Sometimes it's the worst thing ever. But when it works, it's great. It's like--glue. Social glue. We all know each other so intimately."

Charles couldn't find a way to ask a question without risking falling into some trap.

Caleb continued. "You're welcome to stop by and see it for yourself."

"Whenever you want," Wednesday added. She gripped Caleb's inner thigh, which did more to stimulate him than anything more direct.

Charles laughed once in a purely reflexive gesture. "This is ridiculous. It sounds like..."

"What?" Wednesday said.

He sputtered. "I don't know, a cult? It sounds like it should be shut down, but you're asking me to maintain it!"

"Well, not without seeing it first," Wednesday said.

"You can't expect me to go down to a dormitory just to poke my head in!"

Caleb tried not to recoil at his volume. "You don't have to yet."

"We can show you," Wednesday said. Her paw slid to his clothed crotch, nestled between Caleb's legs and his balls. His flesh bulged out further, under the table.

Caleb perked up. "We're very serious about all this. It goes beyond students, up to staff. You just happen to be in a position to do a lot of good or cause some trouble."

"There's no way any of this-" Charles said.

"Like we said. Seeing is believing," Wednesday said. Her paw slipped under Caleb's denim, clutching his balls in her soft hand. Caleb put his paw over his crotch as casually as he could.

"I think I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"How do you think we got past the lobby, anyway? How do you think we know about Harriet?" Caleb said.

Charles stared at the direction of the female canine's arm under the table, hidden from view. He picked up the phone and dialed. Wednesday's hand froze. Lexi picked up.

"Yes, Charlie?" she said.

But Charles looked Caleb in the eye and took the phone away from his face. "You know Harriet?"

Caleb nodded.

"Sir?" Lexi said.

"Sorry, Lexi. I know it's last-minute, but I'm missing the next meeting. The lovebirds require my full attention. Please pass on the message."

"Alright," Lexi agreed with a shrug in her voice. "Anything else?"

"No. That'll be all. Thanks."

Charles put the phone down. Wednesday's fingertips slid against him again, rubbing up and down.

"What happened to her?" Charles asked.

"We found where she lives, her address. We still aren't sure exactly why she left." Caleb sat back with a sigh. He let Wednesday have free reign in his pants. "But five years ago, she's the one who started this whole thing."

"I'm still not sure I get what this whole thing is," Charles said. The horse looked more ready to jump from his chair any second. He blushed in a shade not too far from the deep red highlights in his mane. He couldn't take his eyes away from Wednesday's hidden strokes.

"Maybe you want to take your pants down?" Wednesday said to Caleb.

"Oh. Only if Charlie wanted to know more," he said.

Charles waved his hand dismissively. "Better be pertinent and not more of this--harassment." His voice cracked.

Caleb swiveled over to face Wednesday. He let his legs sit apart, wide. His dick tented in the boxers of his unzipped jeans. "I don't know. I'm starting to get the impression he likes the show."

Caleb took down his pants, dick sliding out of hiding in a hurry. Wednesday knelt down in front of him, keeping Charles in the corner of her eye.

"Anyway. The short of the long is that the Floor is where like-minded, horny students live together in harmony."

"Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation-?" Wednesday interrupted.

"You could stand to suck my dick, girlfriend," Caleb said gayly.

Wednesday returned his smile, an innocent label for something so forbidden. She sunk her head down, making her affection fully known.

"Jesus Christ," Charles muttered.

"He's not here," Caleb said. "Did you have a question for us?"

The equine grumbled, the shock still in his expression. "So you guys just don't close your doors, is that it?"

"Oh no," Caleb said. "Well, we all have our favorites. I'm sure you can guess mine. But most people are down as long as sexualities align."

Wednesday pulled off, stroking him firmly. "I think it's fair to say people are more willing to leave the opposite gender than average."

"True! Helps that guys really know their way around a dick."

"That makes at least the two of us." She squeezed his balls. She looked at Charles innocently. "Maybe three?"

"What, I--" Charles spun around to hide his face. He noticed the blinds were still open and rushed to close them. "I'm not answering that!"

"Oh, but I think you did!" she teased.

"Maybe think about it," Caleb said. "A big horse like you has a lot to offer." He played with Wednesday's hair. Gradually, he pushed down between her ears. Her muzzle fit around his whole cock, the horse unaware just how familiar her tongue was. Caleb moaned for a second, rocking his hips.

"You really have to try this," Caleb said.

"Right here? No, I mean. No. What I meant to say was: how do you get away with all this? Surely word gets out."

"It does, but no one believes it. It's just another rumor. And the ones willing to investigate a rumor are usually the ones who want in. And the others, well."

Wednesday dug her claws into Caleb's thigh. "We kill!"

"No!" Caleb laughed. "We lie, blackmail, gaslight... but no killing!"

"At least we have standards!"

Charles chuckled, shutting his eyes at the absurdity. "Thank you for clarifying."

Laughing while receiving oral put the strangest sensation through him, his cock bobbing in her mouth. He put his hands on hers and waited for a second. "You sure you didn't want to have a go? Sounds like you just cleared a whole hour from your schedule."

Wednesday took a breath, ready to add her own flavor to the conversation.

Charles cleared his head with a shake. "No, this is all very cute," he said, "but can you both be quiet for a minute? I need to see something."

The horse sighed and slouched at his desk, cradling his head in his hand. Wednesday watched from below Caleb, jacking him off a few strokes whenever she got bored. He gave her scratches to the head.

Charles typed into his computer. He looked back and forth from the monitor and the canines. "I'll give you credit. This does explain a lot. But maybe you can confirm something for me."

"Yeah?" Caleb said.

"Wednesday is a really uncommon name. So uncommon, in fact, that I was pretty sure it was an alias. So I looked Caleb up instead. Floor 3, same as his sister."

Caleb's heart found the bottom of his chest. He stared at the director.

"Well, yeah. I think your faces told me all I needed to know."

Part 6

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Wednesday collected herself. It took her several paces to be calm enough to sit.

"It's just... we figured out where you were going with that. I'm not his sister. That'd be-" her paw rubbed her forearm. "That's gross."

"There's not a single Wednesday in the entire school. If you're not her, who are you?" Charles said.

"I'm not from here. I just visit," she said.

"I don't know. You look a lot like Jean Herdow."

"You don't know what you're talking about!" she said too loud.

With a sigh, Charles stood. He wet his lips, looking the two of them over.

"You had your fun today, but I'm not interested in helping two jokesters. I'm also not interested in spreading gossip that Jean and Caleb Herdow are in bed with each other, but I could. You overplayed your hands."

Wednesday's lips were scrunched together. Her paw hid her face, but Caleb saw her burning right through. She had tears in her eyes. She went for the door without looking at either of them.

"Jean. Wait," Caleb said.

Jean stopped in her tracks.

Caleb stood. He sighed, looking back at Jean. He felt like he was able to breathe for the first time in weeks. "You're right, okay? We're related."

He looked at the floor. "Every time I look at her, I have this split second where I get scared. We have to hide everything we do, everything we've done. It's exhausting. I'm not going to pretend it wouldn't suck if word got out, but at least I wouldn't have to look at her and feel scared."

Caleb put his paws on Charles' desk. "We have dirt on you too. If we're going down, we're taking you with us."

Charles hummed acknowledgement. Caleb thought he looked upbeat, which he couldn't comprehend. But then the director stood and walked around his desk. Caleb adjusted his stance, ready to stand off. The horse placed two heavy paws on his shoulders. Caleb tried to duck away. But he grabbed Caleb into a tight hug and waited for him to stop resisting.

"It feels better, doesn't it?" Charles said.

"What the fuck?" Jean said.

"What is going on?" Caleb murmured over Charles' shoulder.

Charles unwrapped himself, paws still on him. "I don't know what you have on me, but whatever it is, I can tell you I got rid of the shame from holding it a long time ago. I can't change the past, just like you can't change who you love. And if we can be honest about that, I can see us working together."

It was quiet enough to hear a cold wind push on the window. Caleb heard Jean breathing, then choking on words. "That is so stupid!" she cried.

"Why do you say that?" Charles said.

"Because you tried to-you know about... Can we just go now, Cale?"

Caleb looked back. "Well..."

"We can work out maintenance later," Charles nodded. "Saint Burton's has your phone number, so I have your number."

Caleb looked around the room, confusion unending. He struggled to decide if he should look the gift horse in his mouth. His smirking mouth.

"Come on, Jean," Caleb said, then looked at Charles. "I think we can do better than maintenance, don't you?"

Charles' lips pursed, tilting his head. Caleb got close again, puffing out his chest. He pushed the horse back against his desk.

"Woah," Charles said.

"It did sound like he wanted some head," Jean admitted, voice cracking.

"That's not necessary," he said.

"No, you two should have fun," she said. Her brother looked back, trying to change her mind with his confused expression.

Caleb looked back up at the horse, the canine's whole world sliding. It pulled him in a direction he wasn't expecting, towards something he had almost forgotten. But the tastes were still there on his tongue, the texture so intriguing in the heat of things. Those rare instances, before him and Jean, when he'd be the one receiving. They came over him with warmth.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the horse said.

"You said you're willing to cooperate, right?" Caleb said. "This is how we shake hands."

"What?"

"You know. Sweeten the deal?" Jean said.

"The cherry on top?" Caleb added.

"Grease some... palms?"

Caleb's paw slid across Charles' pants. The horse leaned back. "It's possible that I could be persuaded to... make your lives a little easier."

Caleb wet his lips. He felt the shape of his balls under his business attire. "Make the Floor's lives easier, or ours?"

"Yours," Charles confirmed.

"How so?" Jean asked.

"I'll have to get back to you on that," he said.

"You don't know?" she said.

"I have an idea," Charles said. "Just thinking over the details."

"Oh, then we have something in common," Caleb said. He squeezed the front of the director's pants, feeling fabric stiffen. It bulged out. He knelt down, his paws finding the buckle of his pants.

The director huffed, putting his paws over Caleb's own. Charles helped him slip the belt ends back through each loop of his pants. The canine wet his lips, feeling Charles' pants, waiting for him to undo his clip.

His loose pants came down in a smooth motion. His dick became more pronounced under the soft cotton, bending down to his sack. Caleb squeezed around the width of the shaft. He took a deep breath, letting heated air out over the director's crotch. Inside him, a clock suggested urgency. Another class was starting soon, and he was already missing lunch. But his other paw reached below, pressing up on his balls, bulging him out even further. He didn't dare to remove his underwear. To let Charles have direct contact with his bare fur, maybe his salivating mouth, would have been too much too fast.

Caleb spoke a couple words, pushing the director to sit on his desk. Charles obliged. Standing briefly, Caleb pulled down his own pants. The spit still clinging to his penis reminded him that Jean had never finished him off. Caleb lowered his head, putting his nose down to the huge crotch in front of him. He began to hold himself below the desk, stroking gently.

His fingertips dragged across the director's rod. The cloth supplied a soft contrast to what was beneath, the skin behind pulled along. Groping around the pronounced head of his dick, Caleb felt Charles pulse in his palm, drips of pre soaking through a spot in his underwear. He nipped at the cloth, absorbed by the scents.

Jean's paw jerked Caleb out of his haze. She knelt down behind Caleb, her arms hugging him. "Don't be nervous," she said.

Her paws wasted no time slipping lower. She pushed aside Caleb's own paw and put hers around his dick instead. Caleb moaned in surprise. Her grip was wet, slippery. He could only guess from what. It made him swell. His knot was held by her other hand, just as slick as the first. With both paws free, Caleb couldn't resist further. He pushed aside the thin layer of fabric separating him and Charles, and he wrapped his paw around him. He had blotchy pale flesh, pulled from a white sheath. Charles inhaled.

"Better, right?" Caleb said.

"Yeah, let me just-" Charles began. He sat up from his desk. His dick slid across Caleb's cheek, bringing his nose into contact with the thin fur at his thick base. Charles' groomed appearance did little to stop the fragrances on display. Caleb's knotted cock dripped into his sister's paw.

Despite the depth his muzzle was gifted by his canine genetics, Caleb couldn't imagine fitting in all of what was in front of him. Even his tip, as wide as the rest of him, was difficult to think about fitting around. But with his first lick along the bottom of his width, tongue curling around him, those concerns evaporated.

"Oh. Oh my god," Charles breathed. His paws gripped the edge of the desk, straining the wood.

Caleb struggled to breathe and lick the director's length as much as he wanted to. He grabbed the equine's base, fapping him while his tongue focused on the front. Jean was jacking him off in a hurry. Every time his knot grew, she only gripped him harder. His hips jerked against her lubricated paws and their enveloping warmth.

Curiosity got the better of him. Caleb held the horse's dick still. He opened wide and began to sink around. It slid against his teeth, so he opened wider. Half of the cock disappeared in his muzzle before he had to pull off and gasp.

"Jean, I'm about to cum," he said.

Charles breathed deep. "Don't make a mess on the carpet."

"I got it," Jean said. Her paw around Caleb shifted, holding his tip gently in her palm. She got around his base, gliding over his lobes as he thrusted. Her hips pushed against her brother's butt, stalling his thrusts into her paws.

Caleb gasped, breathing hot air onto the director's shaft. Jean squeezed his hard knot as he spasmed. Cum shot into the palm of her hand, pulsing out into a pool. Caleb returned the director's dick to his mouth, muffling his groans around it. He stroked the back half of his cock with both paws, the horny bliss subsiding. Jean's paws suddenly disappeared, his drops all squeezed out. The dick in his mouth had become too big to wield, and he pulled off.

"Hey," Jean said. She had stood up between them. The paw holding his seed came down on top of Charles' cock. She spread it over him, around the topside of his length. Her other paw insisted on pushing Caleb away.

"Is that his--?" the director asked. Caleb's cum oozed over him, drooling over his sheath, over his balls.

"Hey, this was the only way I was going to get involved," Jean explained. "You have to taste like Caleb."

Charles laughed, leaning back. "You two are on another plane of existence."

Caleb scooted out of the way for his sister. Her lips found the director's sack. She licked up Caleb's cum before it could ooze out on the table. She worked up, alternating between sides of his glistening package. Once the cum stopped leaking down, she was able to pull back and focus on the rest of him.

Caleb watched her kiss the horse's tip, opening her jaws just to immediately sink down around him. She made it seem effortless.

"I just realized that the dentist must love you," Caleb said.

Jean eyed him, mouth full. As if to prove his point for him, she sank lower, further than Caleb could dream. Her throat bulged around his cock. But she grunted, pulled off, and gasped.

"You're going to make her choke," Charles said.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," Jean murmured. She took her face off of his thigh and licked him steadily. Her tongue slid all along his shaft, from base, over his lower ring of flesh, to his tip. Her heat transferred easily, making Charles sweat. His dick strained, shaking, harder than ever. His balls were pulled up tight.

Caleb noticed his own dick had stopped its retreat back into his sheath, starting to grow out again. He couldn't take his eyes away from the other two. Jean's kisses grew more forceful, spit drooling down her chin, down the shaft she licked with dogged determination. Charles' eyes closed, huffing quietly. The director's arms and legs strained to stay still under the constant wash of licks and brief journeys between her jaws.

"Caleb," the director gasped, "why don't you help your sister?" He spread his legs wider.

The view pulled him in in an instant. Jean stopped her licking. Caleb knelt down beside her, and Jean leaned forward, her cheek rubbing on the director's cock. She kissed Caleb without remorse. Her tongue passed between his lips. He greeted her with his own, meeting the mix of flavors that made his own cock continue to swell. Caleb rubbed himself, not wanting the kiss to end, no matter how much he needed fresh air.

Jean pulled away. She was still in her panties, one of the many pairs stained with cum from someone on the Floor. But she wiggled out of them. Her paw slipped between her legs, joining Caleb in self-pleasure.

Charles still huffed above them. Jean's other paw was jacking him slowly, sustaining him near his peak. She winked at Caleb, and she bent down to lick the equine on the right. Caleb's eyes closed as he joined his sister on the left. He felt her licks push the hard flesh towards him. He licked back harder, fighting for control, navigating only by feel. He heard Jean moan, her tongue sliding so close to his. He could hear her other paw rubbing in and out.

Their tongues met at his tip. The canines wrestled for control, barely keeping balance. Jean held the horse's base, and Caleb's paw found hers. Together, they help him through the final waves of anticipation.

Charles groaned, muttering something. Caleb couldn't look, he couldn't hear, but he knew from instinct that an orgasm wouldn't be far. He tried to push the equine down his muzzle to get the first dose, but Jean pushed him off. She leaned in, kissed him.

"This one's mine," she said.

Jean pushed herself deep down his cock. His ring met her canine lips, the rest of the inches twitching along her tongue. Charles' hips bucked. She barely pulled back in time, opening wide. A first jet of cum gushed over her mouth, over her face, and down her back. Caleb came cheek-to-cheek with his sister, getting in the way. Cum shot over the siblings' snouts, into the maws. Their lips became drenched--cum-soaked, panting muzzles fighting for the next spurt.

But soon, the spurts stopped. The two smeared the director's cum back onto him with nuzzles, only to lick it back up. Caleb stopped Jean with a paw on her shoulder. He licked her face clean. The taste barely registered any more. Jean returned his favor, licking up cum from just under his eyes. Caleb's dick sat unattended, but Jean's far-off tongue almost made him go off again.

"Proud of you, bro," Jean said.

His mouth opened then closed. He let his face fall and hit her boobs. "You have the worst words."

She hugged his face. "Thanks."

Charles smiled, patting Caleb's head. Caleb gave Jean a look similar to when he had been hugged. The horse went and secured some tissues. He took a few for himself, then offered the whole box to the siblings.

Charles leaned back against his desk, but nowhere near as straight-backed as when they first propositioned him. He left his tie askew, shirt unbuttoned, and his legs crossed.

"You know, I really thought I'd regret that more afterwards," he said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jean asked.

"Oh. You were... good. Great. Anyways. I said I was going to scratch your back."

Caleb dabbed a fresh tissue against his chest, trying to find all the cum still clinging to his fur. "Right, what was that all about?"

Charles circled back around to his desk and made another search. "Do you guys know where the old Springwood Apartments are on campus?"

Jean sat up, looking away from Caleb's swollen knot. "Yeah?"

Part 7

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Charles tapped the wheel, watching the clock. He was never earlier to things than he needed to be, but he got out of his car anyway. A cold breeze hit his face, chilled air blowing down his sweater. But besides the wind, the neighborhood was quiet. Bony trees overhead made the air seem still. He put his hands in his pockets and walked up to Harriet's door.

Harriet didn't answer, but an antlered deer in blue scrubs. He wore a mask, making him difficult for Charles to read.

"You're Charles?" he said.

"Yes. Hi."

"Come in."

"Did you want tea?" Harriet asked.

She was sitting on her couch, a blanket on her lap. Charles sat across from her. He held his hands between his legs. All the public visits in the world didn't prepare him for avoiding glances at all the medical equipment, or at the thinning of what must have been beautiful fur.

"Tea would be great," he said.

She raised her head. "Benjamin, do you mind?"

Charles waited in silence. He shifted in his seat, taking the tea. "I'm sorry," he said.

"What for?" Harriet said. Charles sipped the liquid. The question sat there long enough for her to notice his discomfort. "Oh. I suppose you wouldn't have known."

He shook his head.

"Nothing you can help," she said. "Or anyone, for that matter. Benjamin helps with the pain. Now, enough of that. I am curious too. How are things on campus?"

He took another gulp of tea to think. "Fine. I was told you knew about the arrangement on the third floor of-."

The way Charles blushed tipped her off. "Yes. I'm glad you picked up on that."

"What led you to start this?" he couldn't help but ask.

She managed to take a sip of tea without the cup shaking visibly. "I have to admit, I was quite horny." She looked up at Charles. "It's okay sweetie, you can laugh."

"That can't be the only reason?" Charles chuckled.

"Well, no. A lot of coincidental timing, for sure. But to be honest, that first year was a blur. A blurry, smelly mess, but so much fun."

Harriet sat up. "I think the biggest surprise was just how willing those first students were. You'd think they'd have more reservations. It is a damned religious institution. But turns out, not really. You cut away all the responsibility, the risk of pregnancy and STDs, the red tape. Those kids fly."

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"Caleb?" Frenchy said.

Caleb was sitting on her bed, barely dressed, reading a book. He looked up at her. She looked back, flushed, holding her paws in front of her.

"Hey, so, I was thinking about getting involved with the Floor again. Do you know anyone who might be interested?"

The snow leopard's long tail raised up. "Uhm, yeah! Right now?"

"Yeah."

Frenchy sat down beside him, unbuttoning her flannel. "You're sure?"

Caleb kissed her. Her paws hesitated on her last buttons, settling on gripping Caleb's bare-furred chest instead. His dick poked up from his boxers.

He pushed the leopard down with his weight. She growled at him, then licked his neck. He licked her right back, drifting lower. After a brief tasting of her crotch, he licked his lips clean. He climbed on top of her and wasted no more time sinking his dick inside.

Caleb stalled out in utter wonder. The heat took his breath away, squishing around her soft flesh. Frenchy looked so cute with a dick spreading her, her flannel pulled open for her fluffy breasts, her knees lazily raised and tail drifting to the side. She grinned at the face he was making.

"Don't stop now!"

He grinned back. "Okay, okay."