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With the help of an all-too friendly wolf, a young fox begins his college life with a bang. Sometimes growing up isn't easy, but writing porn into every chapter won't hurt. A story about leaving your comfort zones. Hoping to expand on this in the future. Critiques are always welcome. Enjoy.

I didn't know what to do for cover art so here are some colored squares. Enjoy.

WARNING: FURRIES, HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, UNCOMFORTABLE FIRST TIMES, DID I MENTION FURRIES?

ARE YOU OVER 18? NO? THEN WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE SHOO! SHOO!

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"Where the hell did you even find that guy Mark?" The husky asked, glancing over his shoulder to take another quick look at the fox. The young man in question was sitting on a sofa in the living room alone. He looked awfully out of place and incredibly uncomfortable. His thick rimmed glasses and baggy shirt made him stick out like a sore thumb from the rest of the party atmosphere.

"Wasn't my idea." the wolf grumbled as he sifted through the ice box. "He's my dad's... friend's... kid. Just got accepted to this school."

The dobie next to him scratched his head. "What's a nerd like him doing at a college like this?"

Mark rolled his eyes as he returned from the kitchen. The beers in his paws were dripping with ice cold water. "I'd like to remind you that I once looked like that, too."

The dobie scoffed. "Doesn't mean you gotta babysit the guy."

Mark shoved his way past the two frat brothers. "Shaddup you two. Go play beer pong or something!" The two dogs headed towards the front yard.

"Good riddance." Mark muttered under his breath.

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"Hey freshie, catch!" The wolf shouted from across the room.

Before the younger fox could even turn around the wolf had already tossed the beverage into the air. The fox squeaked in surprise, shielding his face from danger. The can however, landed with a soft thud on the sofa next to him. Ears folded back in embarrassment, he quickly snatched the beer and turned away. Mark couldn't help but chuckle. The fox was even a worse case than he ever was. He jumped over the back of the couch and landed on the cushion. The seat was still wet from where the beer had landed. The force of his impact was so abrupt he half-expected the fox would have a heart attack right there. Luckily the boy wasn't THAT skittish.

"So I take it you've seen the campus?" Mark asked, cracking open his beer.

The fox's eyes remained trained on the TV in front of them. "Uh... yeah. A little."

"I love it." Mark said, trying his best to keep the small talk going. "It's nice and green. Can be a little too hot at times but ehhhhhh, what's summer without a little sweat?"

The fox shrugged. "My coats pretty thick, so I tend to stay indoors during the summer."

Damn, Mark thought, this kid really knew how to kill conversations.

"Name's Mark. Your dad probably already told you that, but formality is formality."

The fox looked into Mark's eyes for the first time that day. "Danny."

"Danny... I like that name. Good ring to it. Very cute." The wolf gave his best wicked smile.

The fox's eyes widened for a second before quickly turning back to the tv.

"T-thanks." Danny said meekly, sinking into his chair.

The fox hadn't opened his beer. Mark guessed as much. Either the fox was on his best behavior or he was dealing with a grade-A prude. It didn't matter to Mark in the slightest. He knew how to get the conversation going.

"Are you living on campus?" Mark asked innocently.

Danny shook his head. "No. My dad set up a place off campus. Said it was cheaper."

"I remember my first year of college. A little advice? Set some boundaries with your roommate. Now I'm not talking about floormates. Whatever they do behind closed doors is not your business. Roomies are different. You and your roommate are gonna have to learn how to spend every waking moment together. Your space is their space, and their time is your time. It doesn't hurt to sit the guy down and discuss some ground rules. I was a lot like you when I was your age." The wolf stuck a finger into Danny's shoulder to emphasize his point.

The fox looked up at the burly wolf and raised a brow. "Like me? You're kidding."

"Cross my heart. Back in Freshmen year I wasn't nearly as built as I am now, so when I walked into my room and found a six foot four jock of a dragon unpacking on his side of the room, you can bet your sweet ass that I was intimidated." The fox's eyes widened at that.

"Have you ever met a dragon Danny?" The fox shook his head. "They are buff. And big. I swear they must come out of the womb with muscles. And this guy, get this, is standing there unpacking his stuff, in just his boxers." Mark took this moment to take a sip from his beer.

The fox waited impatiently for him to continue. "What? Why?"

"Goddamn that hits the spot. Oh, yeah. We'll get to the why later. Anyways. So I'm standing there with my mouth open and my eyes are locked on his package." The wolf leaned in closer to the blushing fox. "And let me tell you that thing was stuffed tighter than that chick's cleavage over there." The wolf subtly pointed at the well-endowed husky in the corner of the room.

"And you know what this guy said to me?" Mark asked.

"W-what?" The fox stammered, trying his best to distance himself from the hovering wolf.

Mark's lips curled into that wicked smile again. "Nothing. The bastard didn't even say a word to me when I walked in. So I just did what he did. I unpacked."

"You didn't say anything?" Danny said.

"Would you?" Mark retorted. "Hell I was so intimidated I didn't speak to him until I had finished unpacking. I was sitting on my bed and he was laying on his, it was late, and I asked him if he wanted the lights off. He said sure."

The fox looked at the wolf, waiting for him to continue. "That's it?"

"Yep. We didn't talk much. Just a few questions here and there. 'Mind if I turn on the AC?' or 'When is your first class?' It looked like he didn't want to talk to me as much as I didn't want to talk to him. Moral of the story is... talk to your roommate Danny. We wasted so much time not talking." Mark said, thinking back to Freshmen year.

"What do you mean?" The fox said, having successfully created distance between him and Mark.

The wolf snapped back to reality. A large scale but quick moral battle waged in his mind. As usual the deviant in Mark won him over. "Well turns out Julius wasn't that bad of a guy."

"Julius?"

"That's his name. The dragon. Turns out we had a lot in common. The only problem is, since we never crossed that communication gap we never really got to know one another. That is, until just after midterms of our first semester."

"What happened then?"

"Well... picture this. Some hunk of a guy is constantly walking around in just his briefs. When he changes he doesn't ever bother to cover himself up. And the worst part is that he is constantly around. 24/7. Now the logical thing would be for you to go masturbate in some bathroom on campus but it turns out you are a bit of a howler." He watched as the Danny's ears folded in surprise. The wolf loved watching the younger man squirm. He knew the fox was too interested to object but too proud to fully enjoy. The wolf leaned in closer.

"So it's the day time and your roommate has class for another hour. You know that this is your only chance to let off some steam before your Adonis of a roommate comes back. You pull off your shorts and go wild. You're barking and yipping in pleasure. There's a slight tugging in your balls cuz its been so long but you'll be damned if your gonna stop just 'cuz your blue ballin'. The wolf is practically whispering into the fox's ear at this point, as to ward away any unwelcome interruptance. "And guess who walks in?"

"Y-your roommate?" The fox asks, doing his best to hide the shame tenting in his pants. The wolf grabs the still unopened beer between the Danny's legs and drags it along the fox's package.

He cracks it open, grinning from ear to ear.

"You're damn right." He takes a sip of the beer. Not as cold as the previous one, due to Danny's inner thigh heating the thing up, but it could've been worse.

"That thing we had in common? Turned out we had been blue balling each other all semester long. If you had asked any one how I had felt about my roommate before that day I would've told you I hated his guts. After that day, he was the best friend a guy could ask for." The wolf's hand had made its way onto the fox's knee. Mark was practically breathing down Danny's neck. The wolf had successfully pinned Danny into the corner of the couch. He doubted Danny even knew how close they were to one another at this point. The fox was too enraptured with the story to care.

"Want me to tell you what happened that day?" Mark asked, slowly moving his hand up along the fox's thigh. Danny swallowed down his butterflies and nodded.

"At first neither of us said anything. He just stared down at me as I sat on the carpet. I think he was the first one to move first. He started stripping. Right on down to his briefs. His eyes never leaving my body. I bet we was just as excited and confused as I was." Mark's hand had made it's way to Danny's upper thigh.

"At this point I had snuck enough peeks at his package to tell that he was hard. Well, not fully hard. He was probably just as aroused as you are." Mark's hand gave the fox's bulge a squeeze. Danny let out a small yip in surprise. A few people gave them some glances of concern, but turned back to their own conversations rather quickly.

"So I'm laying on the floor looking up at the cock I had been fantasizing about for the past few months and I realize. I must look like a fucking idiot spread out on the carpet with my tongue lolling out. So I'm getting up when all of a sudden my muzzle is pressed right into the source of my fantasies. I mean, my nose is literally pressed against his package. The only thing between me and his cock is that flimsy little fabric. I'm drooling. I bet he was drooling too. His cock sure as hell was because his underwear was sopping wet." Mark takes the opportunity to apply pressure with his thumb to the fox's shorts, gently massaging the young man's member.

"But I took my time. I did exactly what I'm doing to you. You'd never expect it from a big guy like him, but he let out these soft whines as if he was pleading for release. Just begging for it. I couldn't even get off his briefs before he-"

"F-FFFFffffffuuuuu~" The fox gasped, grasping the couch as his hips bucked forward. Spurt after spurt of seed coated his shorts. Suddenly, a cold liquid splashed his thighs. His cry of pleasure soon became one of shock. Mark's drink had 'accidentally' fallen into his lap and drenched the couch.

"Oh shit!" Mark cursed, still grinning wickedly as he helped the freshmen up. "Party foul! My bad!" He called out to the room at large. "Sorry for getting that all over you Danny. You can go clean up in the bathroom. It's just down the hall and to the right. I'm gonna take care of the couch." He winked, pointing towards the bathroom.

Danny hurried down the hall, squeezing his way through the crowds. He turned right and opened the door. He stood at the door frame in confusion. This wasn't a bathroom. The clean room had little to no furnishings besides the large bed in the middle. The walls however were covered in detailed landscape portraits.

"Hello?" A deep voice called out from behind him. The fox jumped in surprise. He turned around, one hand still cupped over his wet shorts. Mark had been right. The dragon was huge. And muscular. And hated shirts. "What are you doing in my room?" The half-naked dragon asked, stepping towards the fox. Danny swore the man must have been twice his size.

"M-Mark told me this was the bathroom?" He squeaked, cowering in the presence of such an intimidating figure. The dragon sighed and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"Give me the shorts and pants. I'll add it to the laundry bin. My bathroom's behind that door over there. Wash up and we'll... talk." The dragon said. A hint of impatience in his tone.

"Y-you want me to strip?" The fox asked.

"Unless you want me to yank your clothes off." The dragon offered. The fox quickly began to remove his clothing. "You can keep the shirt though. Unless you came on that too." Blushing, Danny openly stripped in front of the large dragon. The wet boxers and pants peeled off and landed to the floor. Cum clumped in his pubic fur and trickled down his thigh. To make matters worse his cock hadn't fully receded into his sheathe yet. The fox clumsily tried to cover his crotch with his bushy tail, looking away from the dragon's intrusive gaze. He handed the clothing to the dragon and turned toward the bathroom.

"You know, I never said anything about stripping in front of me." The dragon called out. A throaty chuckle was muted as Danny quickly shut the door behind him. What the hell had just happened? Sex, for one thing. Well technically it was cumming with an extra hand. And then the dragon? And he... undressed. Oh shit. He just came in public with a wolf he had just met, then stripped in front of a dragon. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"Oh shit." The fox cursed out loud.

"You okay?" A muffled voice from behind the bathroom door shouted.

"Y-yeah! Just assessing my life choices!" Danny shouted in reply.

Danny could hear a deep chuckle from the other side of the door.

"I left a pair of Mark's shorts outside the door."

"Oh! Thank you!"

"No problem. If you need anything else just holler."

Danny sat on the lid of the toilet, one paw pad tapping uncontrollably on the tiled floor.

"You don't do this often, do you?"

"No."

"This wasn't your first time, was it?"

"...It was."

"God... dammit... Mark. Damn. Are you okay?"

"Uh..." Danny hadn't thought about that. Sure he was taken up in the moment, and sure he may be having a slight panic attack right now, but that didn't mean that he wasn't okay with what happened. "Y-yeah. I'm okay. I enjoyed it."

"Good. Mark really doesn't know his boundaries. I'm sorry about that."

"No no! It's okay!" Danny replied meekly. "So... are you Julius?"

"Oh dammit! Did he tell you the-? The story? About how we first-? Dammit! You should know I lasted a lot longer than that! He came first!"

Danny giggled, wiping some of the excess cum off his thigh with a wipe.

"So you know me then." The dragon continued. "I take it you are that freshmen? Our new roommate?"

Danny's smile disappeared. "I'm your what?!"

An awkward silence filled the two rooms.

"I... take it... Mark didn't tell you. Did he?"

To Be Continued If I Ever Feel Like It

(Probably Not)

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