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Jerec glanced up at the clock. The lecture was dragging on, already ten minutes or so after it was supposed to end. He sighed, a faint nickering sound. This professor always droned on too long, but freshman physics was required, so he suffered through it along with everyone else. It was annoying standing for class, but he didn't have much of an alternative.

Jerec was feral-bodied, the medical term for a fur with the body of a feral. All furs are somewhere on the continuum from a hairless, tailless, long-fingered biped to an animal of one kind or another, and Jerec's body was very much that of a dark chestnut-brown, black-maned stallion, if a little short for his species, with shoulders just above four and half feet high. At least he could look people in the eye. He had to strap complicated attachments to each solid hoof every morning to be able to pick up objects, write, and even turn doorknobs. He certainly didn't fit in any chairs that weren't specially designed, and even using regular bathrooms was tremendously awkward. At least his mind was normal, and he could talk, hear, and see just fine. He'd heard terrible things about feral-bodied furs not so lucky.

He shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, conscious of the students behind him whose view of the professor was probably obstructed, although they had no doubt long since ceased to care. For a fleeting instant he was acutely self-conscious, aware that he was standing at the front of a crowded lecture hall, completely nude. He had worn clothes through high school; his parents had them specially made for his shape, in increasingly embarrassing attempts to adapt recent styles. It was always odd for people to meet a clothed horse. No one expected it, although they came to accept it after a while.

Jerec had spent his previous summer traveling with a friend, a mouse named Keb. Keb was a normal: two feet, two arms, long tail, liked fast cars. One morning, waking up in a european hotel room, Keb had walked in on Jerec getting dressed, an annoying and clumsy affair.

"Why do you bother?" Keb sighed. They had talked about this before, how people might even find it more normal or acceptable to meet a feral-looking horse who wasn't wearing clothes.

"What, you not going to get dressed today, either?"

"You know what I mean. Try it. I know you've wanted to. If you don't like it, hell, we leave town tomorrow, and no one here will ever see you again." There was a lot more debating, arguing, coaxing, and swearing after that, but ultimately, Jerec gave in to the experiment.

It was nerve-wracking. Stepping out for the first time into a public hallway, and then outside, completely exposed, blushing furiously under his fur. He'd shivered at every draft, pricked his ears at the faintest distant voices, worried before turning every corner.

People didn't bat an eye. Some of them were a little taken aback when he spoke to them, but it wasn't the first time he'd been mistaken for a true feral. It took a lot of time to get used to, but going naked saved time with the clumsy process of getting dressed or using the bathroom with the hoof attachments, and saved him the embarrassment and expense of badly-designed custom clothes.

He still felt exposed whenever he was around his parents, or anyone he knew from high school, but when he went off to college, he made a point to meet new people this way. Aside from the usual strangeness of his condition, no one thought a thing of it.

"Well, I think we'll leave off here for today. See you all next week." Jerec looked up. He'd been phasing out. The lecture was over. People were collecting their notebooks and heading out, striking up conversations as they left. Jerec looked down at the notes he had abandoned some time before, and began the slow process of packing them into the bag he kept over one shoulder.

Lucile and Geskin stopped to wait for him to finish. The fact that they were holding up traffic only made Jerec more embarrassed, although he wouldn't show it.

"Lunch?" asked Lucile. The three of them had been largely inseparable since they met during orientation, but in the weeks since Lucile and Geskin had started dating, Jerec felt increasingly like a third wheel.

"Why don't you two go on ahead. I'll catch up." Jerec feigned having difficulty packing a notebook with one of the hoof attachments.

Lucile gently took the notebook from him, and packed it neatly into his bag.

Geskin leaned close: "We'd rather not. Actually, there's something we'd like to ask you." He and Lucile shared a mischievous glance. For a moment Jerec thought they had been feeling awkward about the third wheel thing, but no, that wasn't it . . .

Lucile was a snow-white rabbit. Her ears stood up for about half their length, and then became floppy, usually falling just to either side of her breathtakingly blue eyes. Her small breasts, long legs, slim figure, and slightly shorter-than-average height gave her the impression of fragility, although her rather adventurous personality didn't seem to match. Jerec had never dated anyone in High School, but he had to admit he had seriously considered going after her. When she and Geskin got together, however, he couldn't risk losing both of them.

Geskin was a buck of average build, deep brown eyes, and dark mahogany fur mottled with white spots. He was handsome in his own way, and witty when he chose to be. He kept his antlers relatively short, after the current fashion, just two rounded points on each. His hands and feet resembled hooves only superficially. He had black, leathery fingers, and judging from the shoes he wore, his feet were soft as well.

As the three set off toward their usual cafe, Geskin took a sudden turn around the agricultural building. Jerec turned to Lucile, who motioned for him to follow. They ended up in a small, empty courtyard, all the other students (and most everyone else) having gone off to some other class or having lunch.

"We've, um, been thinking," began Lucile. "We've well, been experimenting, with, um, you know, -"

"And we both really like you," Geskin cut in, "and, well, we've noticed that you feel kind of left out sometimes, because-"

"Do you want to try a threesome with us?" Lucile blurt out, breaking through the awkward justifications.

Jerec didn't know how to respond. "You really don't have to feel like you need to . . . er . . . include me," he said hesitantly.

"We want to," Geskin assured him.

"And it's not like we haven't already seen you . . . " Lucile chimed in.

"Well, I, um, I've never . . . er . . . and I don't want to . . . get in the way . . . or hurt you," the last point was a whisper.

Lucile's voice was almost pleading: "Jerec, we want to try new things, and it's not going to change what we already know about each other, and," she drew closer and lowered her voice, "we'll be very slow, and very gentle."

"Can I just . . . think about it?"

"Alright, but don't keep us waiting too long," Geskin patted Jerec on the shoulder. It felt familiar in a very new scenario. Jerec relaxed a bit.

"OK, so, lunch?" Lucile was bright and cheery, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Uh . . . just, um . . . give me a minute." Jerec desperately wanted to move on to a more normal situation, but he couldn't go out into a crowd just yet.

It was perhaps the one main problem with not wearing clothes. Given his physique, it had been difficult to conceal back when he wore clothes, but these days, well, he had gotten really good at controlling himself, for the most part. Now, however, his body had betrayed him, and to his embarrassment, Jerec was erect. His cock was two feet long, not quite fully hard and hanging between his legs, arching downward. It was pink and mottled with black spots, with a wide, flared tip, about five inches across.

"Well," Lucile noticed, "we'll just give you a few moments while you . . . think about your decision." She grinned, took Geskin's hand and lead him away.

Jerec had always, if he was really honest with himself, been at least a little bi, although he had never thought about Geskin that way. Nevertheless, his body clearly wanted this. He knew he did as well. It might be fun, he thought, but he did worry about hurting them, their relationships, not to mention . . . It took a few moments to collect his thoughts, get himself under control, and carry on with his day.

At lunch, it was like nothing had happened, but he couldn't stop thinking about the offer all afternoon. He imagined Lucile, her pure white fur all the way from her perfect cheeks, over her perky breasts, just the size of those wide champagne glasses, down her flat stomach, her narrow waist, up her long, slender legs, to her waiting, pink folds, so delicately guarding her depths. He imagined how it would smell, taste to lap at her furry, eager sex with his tongue, how it would feel to slide his cock into her stretched, clenching pussy.

He even found himself imagining Geskin, his sleek, short fur, a cream colored belly stretching from his chin all the way down to cover his sac, what it would be like to see his length fully exposed, run his rough tongue along it, feel Geskin's stomach against his back while his fist held the base of his tail up, and his cervine member pushed into his soft, pink star.

It was distracting, to say the least, not to mention the . . . embarrassing difficulties he dealt with for the rest of the day.

"What the hell, let's try it," Jerec whispered as he stood next to Geskin at dinner. His neck was long enough to allow him to stand at dining tables. The college cafeteria food was notoriously terrible, but the vegetarian selection wasn't so bad, and it's what Lucile, Jerec, and Geskin usually went for. Today, however, was some terrible eggplant creation.

"Great. Come by my room at eleven. We've already got everything we'll need, unless you think of anything particularly . . . unusual." He shot Jerec a conspiratorial glance. It was only half a joke.

Geskin had been ridiculously lucky in the housing lottery. His dorm room was meant for three people, but one of his assigned roommates never showed up, and one left to live in a fraternity after the first few weeks, so Geskin had the huge room all to himself. Lately, he had shared it with Lucile.

And so it was that Jerec found himself, at 11PM, braving the stairs (stairs were tricky, especially going down), up to Geskin's room, not sure what he'd do when he got there. He stood outside the door for a long time, considering the possibilities. At long last, he knocked, as quietly as you can with a hoof.