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Maverick was called to a meeting with the rugby team. He wondered why only half the team showed up. The coach took to the podium. Maverick's heart sank when the coach told them that their season was canceled. Turned out most of the players were taking steroids. The coach then took off without another word. Maverick left, shuffling his feet. Derek pushed passed him out the door, bumping into him.

"Watch it ye ass," Maverick called after him.

"Piss off faggot," Derek turned and hissed at him.

Maverick advanced on him, "Got a problem with my preferences?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do," said Derek, trying to be face to face, but Maverick towered over him.

"Why don't you go join your steroid boyfriend, huh?" said Maverick pointing in no particular direction. Derek bit his lower lip and just turned to walk away. "That's what I thought. Tell him thanks for ruining the season!"

The next day came and Maverick had his bags packed. He slung his duffel bags over his shoulders and picked up a box. He dropped his dorm key off at the front desk of his dorm and left. He took in a deep breath of air as he stepped outside. He started to walk down the steps and panicked as his box left his hands, thinking he was dropping it.

"Hey there tiger!" said Jorn as he lifted the box away from him.

"Hey Jorn!" said Maverick.

"Looks like your all set to move," said the kangaroo as they walked side by side, "You could have made multiple trips ye know?"

"I know, but I'd like to get this done," said Maverick, "I want to surprise him. Has Gearr moved into your room already?"

"Hyup," said Jorn, "Last night. Not much unpacking was done."

Maverick shook his head with a chuckle, "I'm surprised that buck can keep up with you."

"I am a handful," Jorn nodded, "He says I'm worth it though."

"Hopefully I'm worth it," said Maverick.

"I've seen how he looks at you," Jorn giggled, "I'm surprised his dick doesn't shoot off his body."

Maverick snorted, "It's on there tight. Trust me; my ass can vouch for that."

"I'm surprised how open you are," said Jorn giving the tiger a shoulder bump, "You're almost as laid back about everything as I am."

"Must be contagious," Maverick said as he pulled open the doors to his new dorm. Jorn pranced on by and half ran to Art's room. He popped the door open and went in. Maverick came in after and dropped his bags onto Gearr's vacant bed.

"Alright, clothes off!" said Jorn.

"What?" Maverick chuckled.

"Gonna tie you up and put a bow on ye before Art gets home," Jorn winked.

Jorn pulled his shorts down, "Hey now!" the tiger cried out. He then found his shirt being lifted off of him and just gave in. He crossed his arms as he now stood bare before the kangaroo.

"I need to cash in on that foursome," Jorn said as he looked the tiger up and down, "On the bed with you."

Maverick hopped onto the bed and lay down. He watched with curiosity as Jorn rope tied his hands on the headboard up above him and then his feet to the bed posts. He pulled against them and was very surprised.

"You sure know your knots," he grinned.

"You're not goin' anywhere," Jorn winked and stuck a bow to his forehead.

"Really?" Maverick looked up at the bright pink bow.

"Ciao stud," Jorn said as he pranced out of the room and closed the door behind him. Maverick heard the lock click. He swished his tail back and forth as he waited. He really hoped Art would come back straight from class. He wasn't all too comfortable with being alone and tied up like this. His ears perked up as he heard the lock turn and the door open.

Art's jaw dropped, "What in the..."

"Surprise," the tiger grinned, "Welcome home."

"How did you..." Art looked him up and down, examining the ropes.

"Jorn helped," Maverick tugged on the ropes.

"Of course," said Art. The cougar slipped his shirt off and then lifted his way onto his bed from his chair. He pushed his pants down and pulled himself up over the tiger to let the bed pull them off the rest of the way.

"I would've helped, but, ye know," Maverick said as Art reached down to push a pant leg off his foot.

"I've managed so far, what says I need you?" Art smirked as he poked the tiger's nose.

Maverick snickered, "So mean."

Art pulled up onto the side of the tiger and pulled his legs around. He then shifted his body on top of the tiger the best he could, "I think Jorn forgot I can't really use my legs." He rubbed his nose against Mavericks.

"Untie me then," Maverick chuckled.

"Nope," said Art as he plucked the bow off and tossed it aside, "I'm gonna see how well this works."

Art positioned his legs around Mavericks hips and sat back on him. Maverick pushed his hips up to grind his firm sheath against Arts rump, "I think this'll work quite well," he said as he grinded upwards on Art's soft bottom.

Art pressed down onto the tiger, hugging his arms tight around him as their lips met. Their rough tongues clashed together as they moaned to each other in response. Maverick kept grinding up against Art as the both of their cocks stiffened up, rubbing wetly together. Art pulled from the kiss as he pulled his body up, his arms doing all the work as he positioned himself; he set his rump down onto Mavericks cock.

Art reached over onto the side table, grabbing his bottle of lube. Maverick grinned and huffed as he felt the cool liquid getting dumped onto his cock. Art dropped the bottle and started to rub the tigers cock up and down, causing him to pull against his restraints.

Art held around Maverick as he reached a paw back to get the tigers tip against his hole. Art pushed himself back and let out a deep moan as he felt his hole wrap around the intruding prick. Maverick was swollen to full thickness with barbs out. This caused Art to shiver as he felt the barbs rub firmly against his sensitive walls within.

Maverick gasped as Art pushed himself all the way up and slipped down, engulfing the full length of his shaft. The cougar sighed out as he felt the full mass of tiger meat throb hotly in his hole. Art put his paws up onto the headboard, "This seems really difficult now,"

Maverick pulled his arms against his restraints as he bucked his hips up causing the cougar to groan, "I'll help." Art grinned as he started to move his body along, his arms pulling up on the headboard so he could maneuver up and down the thick shaft. Maverick thrust up to meet Art's soft bottom. The tiger's thrusting helped Art along for which he was grateful. He felt useless at first, but Maverick was doing all he could to help despite him being all tied up.

Maverick clenched his fists tight as he bucked up roughly. Art's muscles tensed up as his arms kept pulling onto the headboard, guiding himself back hard as he moaned loudly from the deep penetration of his hole. The tiger bit his lower lip as he rammed his hips up to meet against Art's pushback. The cougar clenched his hole tightly, forcing himself more firmly back wanting badly to feel the tiger's seed fill him.

The tiger bit up into Arts neck. Art let out a surprised yelp as he was pulled down by the tiger. The cougar lay down upon him, moaning out in deepest passion as the tiger just plowed up against him. Art held his arms tight around Maverick as the tiger rammed against his ass. He groaned into Art's neck as he pumped up hard against him.

Art cried out as the tiger slammed up hard against him. He buried his claws into Mavericks back; he then let out a gasp as the tiger released his neck with a roar. The cougar grunted as Maverick just hammered up against him. Thick ropes of seed blasted through his hole. Art pushed himself back and shut his eyes tight as he squeezed his pucker tight around the erupting cock.

"Oh man," the tiger pulled against all his bindings as he just humped up crazily. He emptied out his thick load deep within the cougar's depths. Art squeezed his arms tightly around the tiger's body. Maverick was unable to maintain his motion. His restraints had caused him exhaustion enough, and getting off put him overboard. He collapsed beneath the cougar and just moaned happily. Art pushed his lips against the tigers. They made out lovingly and moaned to one another.

"That was so good, I can't feel my legs," Art joked as he rubbed his paws over the tiger's chest.

Maverick chuckled weakly, "Well, I can't feel my hands or feet right now."

Art squeezed his walls around Mavericks cock, just enjoying the feel of it being deep within him. The cougar pulled on the ropes, trying to figure out how to untie them. Art then started to laugh. "What?" Maverick asked.

"I can't figure out how to untie this," Art started laughing more.

"You're kidding," Maverick said, "That dirty roo bastard."

"I guess we'll have to leave you like this," said Art as he pulled up off of Maverick, the tiger shuddering from over sensitivity as his cock slipped free.

"This isn't funny," Maverick frowned. Art clambered into his wheelchair then found a pair of shorts. After slipping them on he went out the door, "See you later babe, love you!"

"This isn't funny!" Maverick repeated. Art returned a minute later with Jorn and Gearr in toe.

"Oh my, isn't this a site for sore thighs," said Gearr.

"Har, har," said Maverick, "Jorn, untie me."

Jorn squeezed on Mavericks balls, "I dunno, we could take advantage of this situation."

Art chuckled, "Untie him you dork."

"Oh, alright," Jorn rolled his eyes. He then had Maverick untied in mere moments. The tiger rubbed his wrists, "Where the hell did you learn to tie knots?"

"My dad's taught me," Jorn grinned as he wrapped his rope up.

"Dad's?" Maverick gave him a quizzical look.

"Yup!" Jorn giggled, "My dad figured out he was quite queer sometime after my mum passed on. He found a wonderful guy that I totally approved of."

"I never knew that," said Art.

"We'll be meeting them soon," said Gearr as he sat down on the bed, "Apparently they're quite a surprising couple."

Maverick realized he was still nude and covered himself, "Would be a delight to meet them."

"We should go clean up tiger," said Art, trying to save him.

"Aww, but he's so adorable like this," said Jorn as he hugged his arms around the tiger.

Maverick goosed Jorn's rump, "I'll show you adorable."

Jorn giggled and swatted playfully at him, "We'll leave you two be. We'll be down at PaddyPaw's Café, come hit us up when you're done."

"Sounds good," said Art as they all said good bye.

Gearr handed Jorn a cigarette as they walked out into the cool fall air. Gearr zipped up his hoodie a bit more then lit up his own cigarette, "Good to see they're working out well."

"They'll wear themselves out soon," Jorn chuckled, "That Maverick, such a beefcake. I'm surprised Art can handle him."

"I'm surprised I can handle you," said Gearr with a chuckle as he puffed smoke out his nose.

"You're such a posh gentleman, I'm surprised too," Jorn smirked, "All Hallows' Eve is on the curve, do we have plans?"

"I think Sampson is having a cave party again," said Gearr, "It's under the dorm buildings. I'm pleasantly surprised the dean is letting him do it again after last years red paint fiasco."

"Great!" Jorn exclaimed, "And that was no fiasco, that was phenomenal."

They entered PaddyPaw's Café. It was a small place, cramped with shelves full of books and a small work station with the espresso machine. A few paintings made and donated by students over the years adorned the walls with what little space was left. Wallpaper covered in roses that could have easily been from a century ago were hidden behind everything.

A short and slim fox was working behind the counter. He kept flipping his brown hair to the side when it brushed over his eyes. The owner of the shop was a rotund and jolly fellow. He was a white tiger with the most stunning blue eyes anyone had ever seen. He always wore dad shorts and a button up vest with his an apron draped around his thick neck. Despite his round appearance, the tiger obviously hit up the gym far too much as his arms were easily as thick as his employee's body behind the counter.

"Gearr, Jorn!" the tiger exclaimed, obviously having a very good memory despite seeing thousands of students every week, "Good to see you again!"

"Hey Leif," said Gearr, "Our usual's please."

"Comin' right up," he went behind the counter and whipped them up their beverages, "You boys going to Sampson's party?"

"We'll be there," said Jorn as he leaned onto the counter, "Plan on going?"

"Alex here invited me," he nodded over to the fox.

"You gonna dress up?" asked Jorn as he took his coffee from Leif.

"I sure am," the tiger winked as he handed Gearr his coffee.

Gearr handed him money for the drinks, "I somehow can't trust that wink." Gearr paused a moment, "Wait... We need to pick out costumes."

"Already got it taken care of," said Jorn as they waved good bye to Leif, leaving the tiger in a sing-song sort of mood, "My parents sent us outfits. Arik is a leather worker after all, and he wanted us to look our best."

"Can't wait to see what we got," said Gearr as he blew on his coffee. The two of them took a seat outside on the patio to wait for Art and Maverick. The two of them popped up about thirty minutes later, "About time," Jorn teased.

"There were complications," Art chuckled as Maverick looked embarrassed, "Pretty boy slipped in the shower."

Maverick stuck his tongue out, "Maybe if you weren't so damn thick, it wouldn't have hurt as much."

"Go get our drinks," Art shook his head with a chuckle. Maverick went inside to get them some coffee. "Thick, eh?" Gearr eyed Art with a flirty grin.

Art blushed, "Heh, yeah.

Gearr sipped his coffee, "I'd never seen you out of sheath come to think of it. The rest of you is quite distracting though."

"Well, I had always thought we maintained a level friendship, and I kind of never really knew I had desires. I'm still shy about things," Art smirked.

Gearr looked at Jorn, "I guess this goof is right then. Maybe we should branch out and have fun. It could really spice things up." Jorn giggled into his coffee.

Maverick came back out and handed Art his coffee. He noticed Art was flustered, "What's up?"

"Nothing at all," Art said as he sipped from his cup.

Maverick noticed a big smirk plastered over Jorn's face, "Nope. No. Whatever you're thinking, absolutely not."

"Don't blame me, he started it," Jorn jerked his head towards Gearr.

"He's a bad influence on you," said Maverick as he took a seat with them.

Gearr cupped his paws around his cup, "How do you know I'm not the real monster?"

"With that rack and cute grin, you very well could be," said Maverick as he raised his cup towards him in a mock toast.

"Let's find out then," Gearr smirked over his cup, "Art, wanna swap tonight?"

Art nearly choked on his coffee, "What?" Coffee splattered down his chin.

"Me and you," Gearr continued, "Jorn with Maverick."

"Nope, nope," said Maverick shaking his head.

Art rubbed his forehead, "That's up to Maverick."

Maverick pursed his lips a moment, "Wait. What?! You're ok with this?"

"You afraid of Jorn?" Art grinned, "Big giant like you."

Maverick huffed, "Well, I never. You know what, fine. We'll do it." The tiger set his coffee cup down and pouted his bottom lip out.

Art pulled Maverick against him and gave him a smooch. The tiger softened up and gave Art's nose a playful nip, "I'm going to regret this I'm sure."

"Better bring your A-game, or whatever," said Jorn.

"Gearr, I apologize in advance if I break him," Maverick chuckled.

"Don't forget, I'll be holding Art ransom," Gearr chuckled.

"We should get going, we'll see you boys after dinner," said Jorn as he bounced up and gave them both hugs and kisses. Gearr followed after the kangaroo as he danced away, "We'll see you guys later," Gearr winked.

Later came sooner than anticipated. Art and Maverick were in their room playing games. Neither of them expected Jorn and Gearr to actually follow through. Till there was a knock on the door and Jorn poked his head in, "May we come in?"

"We didn't think you guys were all too serious," said Maverick as Gearr and Jorn came in.

"Aww, you expect so little from us," said Jorn, "What a terrible waste. Come on." Jorn grabbed Maverick by the paws and pulled him up to his feet. He was unimaginably strong for being so scrawny. Maverick chuckled and shook his hands free from Jorn, "Well, if I'm not back in an hour, send backup." Maverick leaned down and gave Art a kiss.

The cougar smirked, "Well, we did agree to this, so I think I'll let you suffer a bit longer."

Maverick and Jorn departed for Jorn's room, the kangaroo in a fit of giggles as they went. Gearr closed the door to Art's room and then turned on Art. The buck took a seat on the bed.

"Had I ever known, after being roommates for over a year," Gearr started, "Even having the slightest clue that you were into guys. I probably would've treated you to some good times."

Art chuckled, "Well, it's as much a surprise to me as anyone else."

Gearr leaned down and cupped a paw around the cougars chin as he brought his face in close, "Better late than never right?" Art suddenly found himself being pushed into a kiss with his longtime friend. Gearr's tongue met with Art's own, jolting the cougar into wanting more as he wrapped his arms around the buck. Gearr let out a deep moan of pleasure, letting Art know that he was really enjoying this. Gearr started to undo Art's pants, pulling them down to his knees. Gearr then found that Art was already rock solid and wrapped a paw around his friend's thick dick.

Gearr then broke from the kiss and knelt down in front of Art. The buck pushed his pants the rest of the way down and pulled them off, placing the cougar's feet back onto the foot supports on his wheelchair. Gearr sniffed deeply into the cougars crotch, shivering from the overwhelming scent. The buck wrapped a paw around the cougar's length, pawing over him slowly as he started to lick over the giant orbs that accompanied the fat cock.

Art let out a startled moan as Gearr managed to wrap his maw around the entirety of his balls, "Holy fuck Gearr." Art grabbed hold of the buck's antlers, squeezing on tight as his balls were sucked heavily on. Gearr rubbed over the head of the cock only while teasing the hell out of the balls. Gearr then released the orbs and licked up every inch of the cougar's dick. He then sucked over the tip of the pre gushing shaft; he then slid his whole muzzle over it. Art instinctively pulled down on Gearr's rack, forcing him down on every inch.

Gearr breathed heavily as his nose was buried into Art's fur. The buck then slid his way up to the near tip and dropped back down, slamming his chin into the two huge, fuzzy orbs. Gearr didn't let up now as the balls slapped against his chin and he took every inch like a pro. The buck was good at what he did as Art couldn't help but squeeze into the arms of his chair and leaning back as far as he could go.

The cougar then let out a loud yelp of surprise which quickly turned into whining moans. Gearr had shoved two fingers into his tight pucker, rubbing the digits against the prostate. Art wasn't sure how much of this he could take as he just struggled with moans of pleasure. Gearr took great care to prod his fingers just right and kept a tight seal of lips around the dick. The buck worked hard on every inch, enjoying the hot pulsing prick against his tongue and enjoying the hot jets of pre to accompany his hard work.

Art couldn't take it. The cougar gripped against the base of Gearr's antlers, and started to forcefully face fuck him. Gearr moaned in response and didn't mind at all. He just now concentrated on massaging Art's depths as he anticipated getting the back of his throat plastered with seed. Gearr wasn't disappointed as he felt his head get forced down. Art leaned forward as he groaned out loudly, the familiar ache of his loins exploding as did his cock.

Gearr moaned happily around Art's dick, guzzling down that thick rush of come blasting into him. Art kept a firm grip on the antlers as his orgasm was overwhelming. He could feel Gearr rubbing his tongue along his length. The sensation made him shiver as he emptied out into the buck. Gearr wanted every drop, just savoring the flavor of the sex that erupted in his maw. The buck hugged his arms around Art's midsection, forcing himself even more if possible onto that dick.

Art finally regained some composure as he felt his orgasm start to die off, "That was incredible," he managed to get out. He released his paws from Gearr's antlers and immediately regrets it. The buck grabbed hard around the base of his dick and sucked off hard on the tip of his dick. Art let out a cry of disapproval as his sensitive flesh was tortured.

Art pushed back on Gearr's antlers; the buck started giggling, "Hey, I wasn't done."

"You're dangerous," Art chuckled as he slid his hands under Gearr's arms, pulling him up against him.

Gearr saddled up onto his lap and gave his nose a kiss, "And you're delicious." Art blushed as he held his arms around the buck. Gearr leaned against Art, just resting against him as they enjoyed the moment.

"I suppose I should treat you now," Art grinned.

"Another day," Gearr chuckled as he nuzzled their noses together, "My everything down below can use a break."

"Does Jorn even know the meaning of libido?" Art joked.

"I'm pretty sure it's infinite," Gearr nodded, "I need an after cigarette."

"I kinda need pants," Art said as he leaned down to pick his pants back up, pulling the briefs out from them and just sliding those on, "This should do."

Gearr gave Art a firm grope, "It'll do just fine." The two of them gave into a final kiss before leaving to head out to the balcony. They both stepped out into the crisp, night air. There was another person out there. He was tall, thick, and was wearing a kilt. His black fur blended into the night and it was slightly eerie when he blew cigarette smoke out of his nose. He turned to see who had stepped out to join him and Art saw the wolf go from stoic and mysterious, becoming thrown off guard and getting embarrassed.

"Logan!" Gearr exclaimed, "Great to see you."

"Of...of course," Logan managed to say, a rich Scotch accent airing from him, as he exchanged a hug with Gearr.

"I haven't seen you in a while," said Gearr, "Everything ok?"

"Just lots of school work," he said with a nod.

"Oh! This is Art," Gearr said, introducing them to one another, "I found Logan out here one night. I've been trying to get him to open up since," Logan shifted a bit uncomfortably, "You should hang out with us sometime, loosen up a little," Gearr playfully punched the wolf in the arm.

"I'm just not used to...." Logan started.

"I'll hear none of that again," Gearr said, "You'll have fun, I promise."

Logan looked contemplative and finally nodded, "Alright, fine. We'll hang out."

Art looked back into the dorm hall, "Do you think Maverick is still alive?"

"I'm pretty sure Jorn has eaten him alive by now," Gearr chuckled.

"That doesn't sound very comfortable," Logan nodded, causing Gearr and Art to laugh.