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The jaguar grinned nostalgically down at the camera, already loving the way it felt slung around his neck, feeling its weight in his paws. He had planned, successfully to go to school after college, not even sure what to pursue but eager all the same. After his first year he had to take time off, but now, after a longer wait than expected, he was back, and it felt great.

He gazed around the room at the other students, some looking like they had never touched a camera in their lives. Others had flashier equipment than the school offered and waved off the waivers. Photography 101 was one of those classes where you walked in knowing nothing, or already ready to pass the final. It was a hobby or it wasnt, a passion or something you could manage with a camera phone.

He grinned, already feeling excited for his first day out with the camera. He had planned his schedule with this class last today so he could more casually manage to check equipment out. Luckily his school was only a bus ride from a large park with many trails and scenic locations, as well as the city. With this in mind their teacher expected a diverse portfolio to end the year and had told them as much. Some groaned, but Ark didn't mind the idea of having a reason to get out and off campus for a while.

Still, the jaguar would be lying if he said he had only missed the camera's. He was eager to make new friends outside his usual circle. He glanced up from the camera's screen and around the room. There were definitely a few figures that caught his eye. Grinning to himself he collected his things to leave for the Park. He had all year to scope out the hotties, only a few more minutes of 'new-camera-in-hand-nostalgia' to enjoy.

He stopped, looking around at all the newbies taking pics of everything in the room to test their equipment out. His tongue danced around the front of his teeth in contemplation. He could definitely play dumb. It would be so easy. He flicked the camera back on, loving how fast the newer models booted up. On instinct he checked the battery, focus, memory card and lighting settings. Quick as a whip he was primed, camera up and zooming in on his targets.

There was a bit of giddy excitement that came with this. There was the initial joy sure, but spying so innocently on people didn't even make him feel bad. There was nothing compromising about what got saved to the memory card. Therefore, no second thought.

Beefy bull, awkward looking donkey, hipster lion, stoner tiger. All new to the jaguar and never to be forgotten. All beautiful in their own ways. The bull had on these glasses and a polo, adorable nerd even if he could lift a car on his own. The donkey had awkward fingers, fumbling around the buttons and with lenses, but had deep blue eyes, the kind you got lost in and words didn't need to be said. The lion had sculpted arms and a harem of girls around him. And no wonder, he was being both helpful with advice and had this way of talking with his hands. As for the tiger, he had a great rump. They hugged his jeans just right. Drugged up or not a butt was a butt.

Ark kept looking around the room, being sure to stop now and then to pretend to be confused about something and going back. Then he lifted his eye to the lens and found himself looking at another photographer looking back.

Ark stood upright as if he was caught in some act. But the otter moved on, taking pictures elsewhere. That had certainly been enough excitement, the jaguar had a bus to catch.

He was almost late too. Made it just in time with the last crowd to hope on board. Ark grinned at all the noise. It was different noise than he was used to at home, a happier noise of people he could better relate too even if he didn't know them. They talked about people he didn't know doing things he couldn't imagine for reasons he could not explain; and he still felt at peace.

College was weird that way. You could hear someone did acid and the first nine responses could be "Where did he get it?" but you still listen to that one peorson who asked if he was still okay. All opinions and views were valid again, up for debate and ready for discussion.

"Can I sit here?" A voice rang closer than the others. The jaguar looked up at a grinning otter in a red coat too big for him. He had a camera bag in hand and was at risk of falling over in the motions. The first thing in Ark's mind was how strange the question was on a public transport. But he nodded and the relieved otter sat, adjusting his bags "thanks, name's Andrew."

"Ark." he raised a paw to shake. He was big for an otter, even if the coat was still too large for him. He stood tall and wide which was odd for his species, but not entirely unheard of. "Did I just see you in Fredrick's class?" he asked, sure he had seen the guy before.

The otter looked caught in headlights. "Photography 101? haha if that was the guys name sure, I never remember professors names. I'm terrible with names." he chuckled. "once went a week not knowing some kids name. We're best friends now but it was weird just calling him 'dude' or 'bud' for a few days and then just stopping."

Ark grinned, "Wow nice. I'm headed out to the park for a head start on the projects. We need three separate pieces all at least 5 pictures of any sizes and only displayed in portrait-style." seems like a lot for last minute you know?"

"Yeah...right." the otter offered, "I just want an A in the class you know? Credits and shit. I mean it all sounds fun and different to take pic's for points, but i'm just hoping I didn't bite off more than I could chew. Professor seems artsy."

"He _is_an art professor you know." the jaguar pointed out with a laugh.

"Well I get that!" Andrew replied quickly, "I'm just not artsy. If the pictures have to relate I don't just want to tell him it is because they all have trees in them!"

The two talked all the way to the park about the class and their previous experiences with camera's respectively. Andrews was a little short lived. He was the camera phone type, but thankfully not the selfies on facebook kind. Meanwhile Andrew just nodded and pretended top understand half the technical words Ark used to discuss what equipment he had worked with. After a short while they were at the park entrance and getting out with only a few others.

It was a successful day to say the least. The sun went down in the second hour of walking and they got good shots with all manner of sky lighting. One of the otters bags was a small snack he shared with the forgetful jaguar who just insisted he was too excited that morning to remember.

At that, the otter offhandedly called the excitement cute. Ark stopped his chuckle to make sure he heard right. Cute? Was he?...he didn't look it, not that Ark thought every gay guy was kinsy six or flaming but there hadn't been any other social or conversational interaction that had set off his gaydar. The ride back was quieter than any part of their day.

The jaguar felt bad about making their air awkward but he didn't know how to keep talking without asking him outright.

At the school they both made their way to return their gear. The building was dark and abandoned at this point, except for the third floor. A tiger was positioned at the stairwell informing them not to venture up for another half hour. There was some large scale streetart themed distopia something or other being put into the works.

Not that it mattered, the photo lab was in the basement with the classic darkroom. The two made their ways down and signed the camera's back in, sure to take their memory cards. "That was fun," Andrew said casually, "We should do it again some time. I uhh...need more shots and all that."

"Definitely. We'll try the city next time. Maybe get some of the nightlife, i've been thinking about one of my pieces going that way. Nightlife in the city and woods. The different colors."

"Wow, cool. Mind if I borrow that?" Andrew asked teasingly.

"Immensely." Ark shot back, facing the guy. He was only 20, a few years younger than the jaguar himself, but bigger. For an otter he had a fair bit of muscle, but his tail slunk to the floor just barely with his height.

"Oh, well sorry." He grinned again. The jaguar only now noticed how close they were. How small the room was. He was backed into a lab table with only a few feet from him and the otter and counting. "I'll be careful not to steal."

"You better." the room felt too small. Ark wasn't even sure if Andrew was gay but all of these little details were too distracting. He didn't want to come on to every handsome straight friend he made. He wasn't that guy.

He tried to walk towards the door, past the otter but a paw settled on his chest, easing him back to the desk. "Was that a threat?" he chuckled. "You aren't very good at it. Threatening that is."

Ark froze, his paw on the otters to force it away if necessary. The otter was big, but he wasn't a small fry himself. "What is this?" he asked simply. Growing up in his town he was used to having a bit of caution around people. Better safe that sorry.

The otter lifted Arks own backpack, pointing at the rainbow paw on a button. "Like I said kitty cat." the otter breathed, pressing forward so his lips pressed into Ark's, his powerful hands and arms already scooping the feline onto the table. They interlocked, feline legs instantly wrapped around Andrew's hips, Ark's arms doing the same to his shoulders and neck. The otter pulled away, just to finish his sentence "You're cute."

They were a collision of hormones and fur. Hands groped around, clothes fell away. The jaguar found the otters firm ass, giving it a playful squeeze. The otter returned the favor by burrowing into his neck and nibbling, licking and sucking way at it.

Ark moaned and murred happily. All of his doubts and discomforts melted away now that all of their intentions were clear. Andrew walked away only to lock the door and dim the lights, returning with a vengeance. Ark wasn't sure when it happened, but he was no longer wearing a shirt. His belly sat exposed to the otters affections. "God damn are you as beautiful as I pictured." Andrew breathed, tongue finding the felines belly button.

The jaguar squirmed and panted now, sitting up. He tugged at Andrews own clothes, successfully making the otter strip. It was all happening so fast. "Wait..." Ark breathed, walking over to the camera's, only then realizing his belt was off as well. Damn did the otter work fast and slick.

Speed wasn't everything though. The jaguar powered up the camera and clumsily put his memory card in. "Now strip for me."

Andrew stood there with a confused look. Obviously shocked this was even happening. "Seriously?"

"Yes." the jaguar huffed. "Slowly please." Andrew didn't move. "Look your fucking hot ok? I just want proof this happened and to remember it." The cat stood there shirtless and his pants falling down, in a classroom asking the otter to strip slower so he could get it on camera. God he was in deep.

But Andrew listened, slowling removing his shirt over his head, giving the photographer a good shot at his abs and pecs which were clearly toned. The belt came next after a few poses, most of which involved a grinning or laughing otter. Then the pants.

"Are you fucking kidding." The cat breathed to quietly for Andrew to hear. He was wearing a damn jockstrap. It's like he knew he was getting laid today. Perfect and on camera.

Next to naked the otter posed once more and walked over. "My turn." He took the camera and switched the memory cards, taking a lot of pictures as Ark just stood there blushing. "Oh come on beautiful, smile for me."

And he did, the cat, despite discomfort, grinned and took off his belt. "Wait, wait, one sec." The otter walked to the wall of equipment again, bending so his bum was in perfect sight. In a flash there was a tripod set up and he held a small high powered camcorder in one hand. "Action."

The otter was he one who acted though, taking his own instructions. He managed to film with one hand and strip the feline with his other. The jaguar was being manhandled, groped and moved and he didn't care. He loved it, the thrill and attention of all of it. Andrew got in close with the camera, inspecting every inch of his now naked form.

"So beautiful." he breathed again. Ark felt the camera looking over him where Andrew groped him. He felt it in his inner theigh and over his hardening cock and balls, and across his belly and chest. Over each nipple and eventually in his face with the little red recording light "From now on you call me daddy got it? Daddy or sir" Ark moaned and whimpered. It was all so much to take in and he was already so hard. How did this even happen? One button? Oh he must have wreaked of submission if Andrew thought this was all so casual. "I didn't hear a yes sir from you."

"Yes sir." he breathed, sweat already forming under his fur, tongue out in a little pant.

"Good." The otter turned the cat over on the table, pressing him into it forcefully but not painfully, bent over. He lifted his tail and made the cat pucker up. "Not used to company back here kitty cat?" Ark only blushed, making the otter chuckle "Guess not." He roughly poked at the jaguars exposed pucker, wiggling his first segment of finger in unlubed. The cat moaned and thrashed a bit, half in pain half in excitement.

The finger withdrawn Ark felt Andrew grinding his bulge into his rear, sure to rub under his tail and excite him more. "You want this dont you?" he asked gently "Yeah you do...tell me how bad you want it."

The cat moaned, mumbling almost impatiently "Very bad sir."

A heavy smack came to his ass "Louder."

"I want it so bad sir!" he tried to no avail, another smack to the other cheek.

"I just dont believe you." he bucked his hips more making the cat groan.

Damn otter. "Please give it to me." he begged, not wanting to shout so loudly again "Daddy please, I want it."

He moved around to the other side of the table. "And the Oscar goes to Ark. Come claim your prize." He set his full jockstrap on the table, an inch from the felines mouth, which watered instantly. It smelled so masculine. So musky and ready. When Andrew dropped the strap his cock flopped out unceremoniously, hard and dripping, hitting the cat in the nose. It was a good length and plenty thick. With one hand the cat fondled the two hanging orbs, and with the other he directed the real prize into his muzzle.

It was worth the performance. The hot meat dripped salty sweet pre, and smell overran his nostrils and the otter cooed and moaned and grunted under his control. "Fuck cat...oh shit that feel nice." he bucked gently, one hand still filming. Careful with the feline, but still pushing the unstated limits.

At one point he put Ark on his back to better get to his throat. It was slow work and riddled with trial and error, but he was eventually pushing past the dulled gag reflex and gently fucking his throat. Balls swinging into the rest of the eager felines face.

It was euphoric.

Eventually the prize was pulled away, leaving the cat gasping. His own cock dripping like a faucet. Andrew worked fast, setting the camera down in site of the panting feline. He worked into his bag and returned quickly with a small bottle and a condom.

"Put it on with your mouth." He instructed, opening the condom and holding it in place over the head of his dripping cock. The cat sat up, eagerness restored again. Tail wagging he worked the condom over the cock he had become intimately acquainted with.

"Good boy." The otter gave him another wet kiss, tongue invading his mouth, before returning to the jaguars tight rear. Quickly, unceremoniously, he popped open the lubed and inserted his pointer finger in all the way on the first slick push.

Ark thrashed, held down by the otters muscled form "Shh shh shh," he cooed "Calm down it's all good." He worked the digit in and out, in all angles, wiggling and adjusting. Why do tops always think verbal assurances make it better? Ark persevered long enough for the otter to at last find his prostate.

"Not so deep, you are in for a wild ride." He assured the panting feline. Andrew lined up his slick cock with the now less than puckered hole and gently pushed on. He was thick, but he seemed to know that and slowly worked his way in. A little more than halfway through he rubbed against the preverbial P-spot again.

Ark moaned aloud, but quieted himself with pants and heavy breathing. Another two inches or so of cock just gliding along his spot. Oh god it felt good. Like all the toys he had ever played with but pulsating and out of his control. Seeing the cat was calm balls deep, The otter picked up the pace and developed a rhythm.

In and out, fat cock into quivering prostate. The ride didn't last long with all the foreplay. Andrew actually stopped once in order to keep it going. It only lasted a second though. Ark was so close he bucked his rear back himself, paws desperately jerking himself for sweet relief.

Then, they came. The otter bucked rough, and fast until they both exploded in ecstasy. Moans and cries and sweat and pants all over each other. They lay there a while in their afterglow and fluids. Cameras all still on. The otter put the camera back in his face again.

"Who made you feel this good?" he asked, still not pulling out.

"You did daddy." Ark managed, panting and laughing. "Fucking-A you did..."