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I had an idea for another story set in a college setting that really grabbed me, so I wrote it down. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Mike sighed as he lugged his suitcase down the grey-green colored hallway of his new dorm. It was his fourth semester here at J. Calvin University, and the first semester that he didn't know his roommate before moving into his room. Change was good, that was what Mike always told himself. If he hadn't embraced change in his life, he'd be back at home, playing video games and living in the shadows of his five very successful older siblings. The Golden Retriever sighed as he walked past a party behind a closed khaki-colored metal door.

He had hoped he'd be on a normal floor, a place where he could just go to school and hang out with people who didn't party. Mike hated to party. He didn't know why, but he always felt out of place at parties. The Dog had never been a fun drunk, avoided drugs of any kind, and hated hooking up. It took him a lot of time to get ready to go out anywhere. Not because he dolled himself up, but because he needed the time to be comfortable enough with the way he looked.

Ever since the doctor's visit that informed the Golden Retriever that he was technically overweight, Mike's personality totally changed. Before that fateful day in middle school, Mike was a social butterfly who had loads of friends and did any activity that came his way. Now, Mike was very introverted, and enjoyed spending time by himself. The introversion wasn't a totally bad thing, it kept him at home and working on his studies, which netted the Dog a full ride scholarship.

Mike was working on being more social, and he felt that he was doing a very good job at that. He was able to make a few close friends in college and get a job working as a receptionist for the collections archive at the museum on campus. One thing he hadn't been able to do was work up the self-esteem to date, or seek a relationship. That didn't seem to stop Mike from losing his virginity in high school to his cousin's best friend. The whole experience, while physically satisfying, did not make Mike feel valued, like the Golden Retriever thought sex was supposed to. The awkward aftermath of the quick and dirty session turned him off from seeking more meaningful sex elsewhere.

He stopped in front of his new room, room 909, and took a deep breath. There were two names on the door, his own, and his roommate's, Victor. The Dog had no idea what Victor Auxier would be like. When he creeped on the Cockatoo on Facebook, he saw a professionally taken picture of the Bird wearing a suit and tie at some fancy dinner. Mike was nowhere near brave enough to actually send his future roommate a friend request. There was no way the Cockatoo would a friend a guy like Mike without getting to know him first.

Mike hung his head and took a deep breath.

"Come on Mike," The Golden Retriever whined, "You've got to do this. I'm sure he's going to like you."

The Golden Retriever reached into the pocket of his baggy grey sweatshirt and wrapped his fingers around his key.

"Fuck," Mike whined and yanked the small piece of silver-colored metal out of his pocket.

Ever since middle school, Mike had a hard time meeting new people. His weight, coupled with the pressure of meeting the high expectations created by his siblings, gave him self-esteem and self-confidence issues. That was the reason he had stayed with his past roommate for so long. He hated the Ox, and hated his annoying Donkey girlfriend of four years even more, but at least Mike didn't feel the need to impress them. Now Mike just wished he had the patience to deal with his old roommate, if only to get him out of this situation.

Mike put his key in the lock and took another deep breath. He looked to both sides of him, the last thing the Golden Retriever was to show off his weaknesses to anyone on his new floor. Mike unlocked the door and pressed against it with his shoulder. As the Golden Retriever opened the door someone, a woman, moaned from inside. Mike stopped dead in his tracks and peeked around the door.

The first thing he noticed was electronic indie music playing quietly from a small set of speakers on his roommate's desk. The next thing he noticed was the huge rainbow flag on the wall above his roommate's bed. Victor was kneeling on his bed, his head obscured by a pair of white furred thighs that belonged to a busty Samoyed. The other Dog looked over at the door and gasped, closing her legs and rolling away from the Cockatoo. Victor looked towards the door, his white head-feathers sticking straight up.

"Mike?" Victor asked, "Are you Mike?"

The Golden Retriever turned beet red and nodded. The Cockatoo chuckled and jumped up off the bed. He ran up and embraced the very embarrassed Dog, his tight pink and blue underwear pressing against Mike's thigh.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Victor chuckled and pulled back to shake the Dog's paw, "Do you need any help moving your stuff in?"

Mike shook his head.

"My parents are taking the rest in tomorrow," The Golden Retriever looked down at the floor, trying to avoid looking at the Samoyed and the slight flash of pink between her legs as she wormed her way back into her black and white striped panties, "Is this a bad time?"

"Not at all," Victor chuckled, "You stopped us from going too far. Angela is kind of a stickler about that."

"Well yeah," Angela rolled her eyes and reached down to grab her jeans off of the floor, "The only reason I even got in here was because you kept feeding me those strawberry Jell-O shots.

"Well I'm sorry that it's always been a fetish of mine to fuck my RA," The Cockatoo walked over to his speakers and shut off the music, "Are you going back to the party?"

Angela shrugged.

"I'll probably have to bust it in a bit," The Samoyed began, "I'm sure the DnD nerds next door are going to call it in any second."

Mike stayed quiet throughout the entire exchange. It had been a long time since he had been in such an awkward situation. Mike and Angela finished their conversation and gave each other a kiss on the cheek. The Samoyed walked up to Mike and held out her paw.

"I'm Angela by the way. Angela Ivanovna," The Samoyed shook Mike's paw, "I'm your RA. If you need anything, just come to my door. I'm at the end of the hall."

"I'll keep that in mind Angela," Mike replied, trying his best to forget what his RA looked like with her pants and underwear off, "I'm Mike."

"Okay Mike," Angela smiled, "Have a good night. Don't worry. Victor doesn't bite too hard."

Angela slid past Mike and closed the door behind him. The Cockatoo sat down on his bed and smoothed his brilliant white head feathers.

"So do the RA's always warn you about which parties they're gonna bust?" Mike chuckled, "How did you make that happen?"

"When you've gone down on two-thirds of the RA's in your building, they tend to see you as a team player," Victor laughed, "I'm joking. I help all of them out whenever they need it. I used to be an RA you know, this building has lots of newbies in need of guidance."

"You've got to have one RA that doesn't like you," Mike smirked, "Maybe one of the ones you didn't go down on."

"I wouldn't have gone down on this one even if I was a serial RA fucker," Victor chuckled, "You'll get to know him quite well. He's a real pain in the ass. I think it's cause he's a Fox. I'm sure the poor boy was brushed off his whole life and now that he has a modicum of power, he abuses it."

Mike nodded and thought about it for a moment. The uptight Fox who gave him his key before he made the trek to the 9th floor did seem to fit Victor's description. From what Mike could tell, the Fox wasn't a bad guy. The Dog figured Victor was right, Justin would show his true colors before too long.

"God it's a bummer about that party," Victor laid back and sighed, "It would have been fun to introduce you around. Most of the people on this floor are totally awesome. We all hang out with each other."

Mike went over to his grey twin sized mattress and sat down.

"I'm okay with not going," Mike replied, "I mean it sounds nice and everything, but it's not for me."

Victor chuckled.

"So nice things aren't for you?" Victor asked, "That doesn't sound too fun. Is there a reason, or are you just antisocial?"

Mike sighed.

"I don't want to bother you with that stuff," Mike shrugged his shoulders, "I just met you dude. You don't need to hear all that crap about my life."

Victor blinked.

"But I do," Victor chuckled and shook his head, "I'm sorry, that totally came out wrong. I want to Mike, I like being able to be there for people. It sounds like you need someone to be there for you right now."

Mike wasn't sure what to say. Victor was absolutely nothing like the Golden Retriever expected.

"Can I get you something to drink?" The Bird asked, "I've got a really great white that I bought today."

"A white?" Mike asked as Victor got off of his bed and pulled a mostly full bottle of white wine out of his fridge, "Oh wine. No thanks, I don't really drink. Besides I'm not legal yet"

Victor blinked and chuckled.

"Neither am I," Victor replied, "But one glass isn't going to hurt anyone. Besides it's an absolutely amazing late harvest Riesling. You'll love it."

Mike bit his lip. It was only one glass.

"Okay," Mike nodded, "I'll have a glass."

"That's the spirt," Victor pulled two wine glasses off of his shelf and poured two hearty glasses, "Sit down and make yourself comfortable. This is your home after all."

Mike smiled. Victor was infinitely nicer than he ever expected.

"I am comfortable," Mike replied as he took his glass from the Cockatoo, "Can't you tell."

"If you are you don't look like it," Victor sipped his wine and chuckled, "Maybe try losing the sweater. You seem like you're trying to hide something."

Mike blushed and shook his head.

"Not just yet," The Golden Retriever began, "I think I'll be more comfortable with it on for a little while longer."

"Suit yourself," Victor took a sip of his wine, "Shall we start?"

Mike rolled his eyes.

"Are you a shrink or something?" Mike chuckled and took a sip of his wine, "Oh my god, am I rooming with a psych major?"

Victor shook his head.

"I'm an art major," Victor smiled, "Hey if you play your cards right you could be one of my subjects. Do you want to see the painting of my last roommate?"

Mike smirked. The Cockatoo was just as hyperactive and impulsive as his feral cousins. Mike chuckled as he thought of his older brother's pet cockatoo Nelly. Hopefully Victor wouldn't be anywhere near as loud and obnoxious as that black-feathered, shrieking monstrosity. Victor walked over to his dresser and pulled out a large canvas from behind it.

"So," Victor turned the canvas around, "What do you think?"

The painting showed an opossum laying naked in a green field, surrounded by white and blue wildflowers. His head was resting on his arm, while his other covered his crotch. Mike blushed and took another gulp of his wine.

"I've never seen an opossum look that attractive," Mike chuckled, "You're a damn good painter."

"Thanks," Victor put the canvas back behind the dresser, "Tyler is a cutie. That's for sure. He moved in with his boyfriend the start of this last semester."

"That's nice," Mike began, "Are you and uh, Angela together?"

"Oh hell no," Victor chuckled, "I enjoy the single life too much. Besides, I don't really see myself with a woman."

"Are you bisexual?" Mike pointed at the rainbow flag over the Cockatoo's bed, "I noticed the flag, so I'm a little curious."

"I suppose," Victor replied, "I consider myself pansexual, but in my experience, it helps in the long run if people call it what they want to call it. It's such a pain in the ass to explain it to people."

"Pansexual," Mike paused for a moment, "That's when you're attracted to everyone right? All genders and what not."

"You're more in touch with this than you let on," Victor began, "What about you? Who are you attracted to?"

Mike took a deep breath. He had known he was gay since elementary school, and had kept it a secret. His first sexual experience was quick and dirty, but it cemented what the Golden Retriever already knew about himself. He was gay, and didn't have the slightest clue on the next step to becoming more comfortable with his sexual identity. From what the Internet said, what he was about to do was the next step.

"Well," Mike looked up at the Cockatoo, "I'm gay."

"Okay," Victor chuckled.

"Wow," Mike chuckled and finished his wine, "That felt really better than I could have ever imagined. Thanks for listening Victor."

Victor's eyes went wide.

"Wait," The Bird set down his glass, "Am I the first person you told?"

"Yeah," Mike chuckled and nodded, "Can I get another glass?"

"Oh my god I'm so sorry Mike," Victor replied as he reached over to fill the Dog's glass, "I feel like a total asshole."

"Why?" The Golden Retriever asked, "It's not like you made fun of me."

"As the president of the Gender-Sexuality Alliance on campus I need to be far more supportive in situations like that," Victor topped off his glass of wine and took a large gulp of the pale yellow liquid, "Especially when someone is coming out of the closet for the first time."

"You're being very supportive," Mike smiled, "I really appreciate this."

"Okay," Victor set the bottle beside his speakers, "The GSA meets every Saturday at 11. We get brunch at the diner just down the road from campus and talk about LGBTQ stuff. We'd love to have you there."

"Wow," Mike rubbed his arm, "It seems a bit fast to me. I mean I don't know if I'm ready to tell more people."

"They all know better than to assume that you're gay," Victor replied, "I guarantee that there will be half the basketball team there."

"The basketball team goes to GSA meetings?" Mike asked, "Are they gay?"

"No," Victor replied, "Last year the team captain beat up a transgender student at a party. As part of his punishment, the court told him to go to one of our meetings in order to get more perspective. He made some of his friends come with him, you know, so he wouldn't be the only athlete there. Once they saw us for who we were, rather than for our genders and orientations, they felt the need to be advocates. They're all great guys, they've even started getting the other sports teams involved in LGBT advocacy around campus."

"Really?" Mike chuckled, "That's amazing."

"So what do you say?" Victor replied, "Are you going?"

"Sure," Mike smiled, "I'd love to go."

"That's great news," Victor sighed happily, "You're going to have a blast. I promise. It's a great group of people."

Mike hadn't noticed the music blaring next door until it was abruptly turned off. Victor smirked.

"Looks like the party is over," Victor began, "I guess my last free night of the semester has turned into a quiet night in."

Mike shrugged and took off his grey sweater. Quiet nights in were what he liked best. He let the hoodie fall to the ground and leaned back, his dark purple tee shirt riding up a little bit to show the golden fur on his belly.

"You should ditch the hoodie Mike," Victor looked over the Golden Retriever, "You look good in a tee-shirt."

The Golden Retriever laughed and shook his head.

"Come on," Mike moved his paw to the two or so inches of exposed stomach, "No one wants to see my pudge."

"There's nothing wrong with a little pudge," Victor began, "You're cute, and the second you realize that is the second you start breaking hearts all over campus."

"I'll believe that when I see it," Mike scoffed, "No one in their right mind would lust after a guy like me."

"What do I get if I can prove you wrong?" Victor asked, "50 bucks?"

"Sure," Mike chuckled, "You're on."

Mike finished his wine and got up from his bed. With a sigh he knelt down and started to unpack his suitcase.

"Do you want a hand buddy?" Victor asked.

"I've got it," Mike replied as he started putting his clothes away, "Thanks for the offer."

Mike finished putting the couple of changes of clothes he had brought into his dresser and started to make his bed. Victor sighed and looked over the Golden Retriever.

"You know," Victor began, "Tyler and me used to just put the beds together."

"Really?" Mike replied as he put the matching navy blue top sheet onto his twin mattress, "And how did that work out?"

"It worked out fine," Victor stuck out his tongue, "To my credit, things only progressed beyond cuddling one time."

"I'm okay Victor," Mike chuckled, "I don't need a cuddle buddy."

"Come on," Victor quaffed his wine, "Everybody needs a cuddle buddy."

"Maybe later," Mike got his blanket on the bed and laid down.

"Okay," The Cockatoo put the wine back into the fridge and got into his own bed, "So what now?"

"I don't know," Mike yawned, "What time is it?"

"A quarter past 11," Victor began, "That's a respectable time for a non-party goer to turn in for the night."

Mike peeled off his tee-shirt and husky jeans and got into bed quickly, trying to minimize the time his body was visible to his new roommate. Victor shook his head and stripped too, going as slow as possible and staying on top of his covers. Mike blushed and rolled over to face the beige wall.

"I'll get the light," Victor began as he threw his underwear to the side, "Are you sure you want to go to bed Mike?"

Mike rolled over just as Victor's slim and perky butt stopped in front of the light switch.

"Wow," Mike chuckled, "Do you always walk around naked?"

"I like to," Victor replied, lifting his tail as he spoke, "Don't you?"

"I suppose I do," Mike began, "I just don't do it in front of my roommate."

"Come on," The Cockatoo chuckled, "I don't mind."

Mike rolled his eyes and reached down to slide off his underwear. He held it up in the air, stuck out his tongue, and let the red boxers fall to the floor. Victor smiled and turned off the light.

"That's more like it," Victor said as he stumbled back across the room, "Does that feel better?"

Mike chuckled.

"Yes it does," Mike replied, "Are you happy now?"

Victor got into bed and squawked.

"No," Victor put his hands over his eyes, "I can't possibly sleep. I've got too much energy."

"I don't know what to tell you Victor," Mike replied, "Just do what I do. Daydream until your daydreams turn into real dreams."

Victor fell silent for a few moments before sighing loudly.

"I can't," Victor rapped his fingers against his bedframe, "It's too boring."

Mike sighed and closed his eyes.

"Boring is good when you're trying to sleep," The Golden Retriever replied, "What do you usually do when you can't sleep?"

Victor thought for a moment.

"Well normally I'd watch a movie," Victor began, "But I hate watching them alone. Tyler used to stay up and watch them, so I always had something to watch."

The Golden Retriever opened an eye.

"So what are you saying?" Mike asked, "Do you want me to watch a movie with you?"

Victor sat up out of bed.

"How nice of you to offer!" The Cockatoo jumped out of bed and bounded to his television, "I'd love that."

Mike sat up and chuckled.

"Okay," Mike replied, "Don't get mad at me if I fall asleep."

"I won't mind," Victor turned on his small flat screen TV and jumped back into bed with the remote, "Do you have any requests? I've got an Apple TV, so we can watch anything."

The TV sat on Mike's dresser at an angle the Dog couldn't see from his bed.

"Well, I could care less about the movie you pick," Mike replied, "I'd like to be able to actually see the TV though."

"Oh," Victor sat the remote down while he loaded up Netflix, "Come on over here."

Mike sighed. Normally, in this situation, he would say no. Victor was different. He was nice, and the things that he had been saying had been nice. There was no way cuddling could hurt anything.

"Okay, you win," Mike chuckled and walked over to the bed, "How do you want to do this?"

Victor smiled and laid on his side close to the end of the bed.

"You're okay being the big spoon right," Victor replied, his eyes lingering on Mike's crotch for a little too long, "I really hope you are."

"That's fine," Mike rolled his eyes as he climbed onto the bed and laid on his side, "And to think I looked at your Facebook profile and expected you to not be a pervert."

"You creeped on my Facebook profile?" Victor picked a movie and looked back at the Golden Retriever, "I suppose that I can't be mad about that, I would have done the same thing if I had been somewhere I could have checked it."

"Where were you?" Mike asked as he draped an arm over the Cockatoo, "I thought you could check Facebook anywhere on the planet."

"I spent Christmas break in the African jungle going birding," Victor moved his hips back and pressed his rump into the Dog's crotch, "If you actually sent me a friend request you could have seen my pictures."

"Sorry," Mike replied as the movie started playing, "Your profile was a little intimidating."

Victor and Mike fell quiet, the movie taking their attention away from their conversation. Slowly, Mike realized he had no idea what they were actually watching. On the screen was a young boy, getting scrubbed by what Mike presumed to be his mother, in a bathroom, while she spelled the word quarantine.

"What the hell are we watching?" Mike asked, "Is this some kind of weird sex movie?"

"No," Victor gasped, "It's The Aviator. Weren't you paying attention? They had a cool title thing right before the movie started."

"Huh," Mike replied, "I haven't seen it."

"Then shush," Victor reached up and gave Mike's muzzle a soft squeeze, "Cause I haven't seen it either."

Mike smirked and wrapped his arm tighter around the Cockatoo. He had never done this with anybody before. When he and Martin hooked up, the Salamander didn't stick around. Being close to someone like this, without sex, was intoxicating. The Golden Retriever lost himself in the moment, ignoring everything around him but the feeling of Victor against him. All too soon, that feeling was lost, when Victor rolled his hips back, rubbing the Dog's sheath with impossibly soft feathers.

"I fell asleep," Victor yawned, "What did I miss?"

"I don't know," Mike chuckled, "I wasn't really paying attention."

Mike looked back at the TV. What Mike presumed to be the main character was at a restaurant or something, talking to another man about airplanes.

"Did I pick a boring movie?" Victor rolled over so he faced the Dog, "I'm sorry Mike."

"Oh no," Mike looked down into the Cockatoo's eyes, "I just got distracted."

"By what?" Victor chuckled as he understood what was going on, "Oh, you liked being pressed up against me didn't you?"

"Yeah," Mike replied with a blush, "I've never got to cuddle with a guy like this before."

"Really?" Victor asked, "Have you done anything with a guy before?"

"Well yeah," The Golden Retriever blushed even harder, "I had sex with a guy once. He was on top."

"So you've never topped before?" Victor asked, a dirty grin forming on his face, "Really?"

Mike chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Really," Mike sighed, "I haven't felt the urge to change that lately."

The grin left Victor's face.

"Was it not good?" The Cockatoo asked, the Dog's silence and pained expression in response to the question telling the Cockatoo all he needed to know, "Oh no. I'm sorry Mike."

"I mean it wasn't bad," Mike began, "He just, well, it didn't feel like it mattered much, you know?"

"I understand," Victor rolled back to face the TV and turned it off with the remote, "Do you want a do over?"

"A what?" Mike asked, "I don't know what you mean."

"A do-over," Victor began as he let the remote fall to the brown, thin-carpeted floor, "You said you never topped right? It would be like losing your virginity all over again."

Mike blushed and fell silent. Victor did seem to like him a lot. Maybe it would be better the second time around.

"I don't know Victor," Mike began, "What if things get weird between us?"

"They won't," Victor ground his hips back against the Dog, "It's just sex. It doesn't mean I expect anything of you afterwards, or that you should expect anything from me."

"That makes no sense to me," Mike cocked his head, "What's the point if it's just sex? Isn't sex supposed to mean something?"

"Yeah, if you follow that Sunday school bullshit," Victor looked back at the Dog sheepishly, "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," The Dog replied, "My parents were the ones who taught me that."

"That doesn't matter," Victor laid his head back down on the mattress, "What matters is that sex feels good, I mean, why else would people do it?"

"I don't know-" Mike's next words caught in his throat as Victor reached a hand back to stroke the Dog's sheath, "W-what are you doing?"

"Making a point," Victor chuckled, "Don't worry. You're in very good hands."

Mike blushed and rolled onto his back, giving the Cockatoo more access to his crotch. The Bird chuckled and sat up, his soft hands pulling back Mike's sheath and revealing his hot crimson cock.

"Are you a shower or a grower?" Victor murred as more and more of the Dog's member emerged from its golden sheath, "Oh jeez... How big are you?"

"A grower I guess," Mike moaned quietly, "Have you been with a Dog before?"

"Oh yeah," Victor chuckled, "Dogs are my favorite."

"Good to know," Mike panted as he grew to his full length, "So, what now?"

"Oh puppy," Victor murred seductively as he ran a finger up the length of Mike's cock, "How big are you? Eight inches?"

"Eight and a half," The Golden Retriever murred, "Counting the knot."

"Goddamn," The Cockatoo replied as he reached over and grabbed a small bottle of lube from his dresser, "I'm a lucky boy."

Mike replied with a quiet murr as the Cockatoo spread a hefty dollop of the strawberry scented lube on his cock. When he had lost his virginity, Martin ate him out, something he was eager to try with the Cockatoo.

"Hey," Mike blushed, "When I lost my virginity, we used spit."

"Oh my god," Victor shook his head as he worked the lube over Mike's cock, "That had to have hurt."

"No," Mike tried Victor's dirty grin on for size, "I got eaten out before hand."

Victor looked up from his work.

"What do you say?" Mike continued, "Do you mind if I give it a try?"

"I am a lucky boy," Victor's head feathers and cock stood up to attention, "I would most certainly not mind."

The Golden Retriever licked his lips and gestured for the Cockatoo to come closer.

"Come on up here then," The Dog, "Let's do this."

"Wait," Victor straddled the Dog's crotch and bent down, "I want to do something too."

Before Mike could wittily respond to the Cockatoo, Victor bent down and kissed the Dog on the lips. Mike shuddered and kissed back as best he could, gently pressing his tongue against the Bird's lips. Victor shivered and gripped the Golden Retriever's shoulders as the Cockatoo's tongue made contact. Mike maintained restraint, not wanting to overwhelm Victor's mouth with his powerful canine tongue.

"Wow," Victor replied once he pulled away a couple of minutes later, "You are an amazing kisser."

"Really?" Mike asked, "Cause that was my first kiss."

Victor, possibly for the first time in his life, faltered.

"I'm sorry Mike," Victor sighed, "I'm not the kind of guy you want your first kiss to be with."

"What?" Mike put his neck on the pillows and looked up at the Cockatoo, "It's just a kiss right? You said that it wasn't going to change anything."

"First kisses and first times always complicate things," Victor sighed, "I'm sorry."

Mike sighed. He was a little attached to the Cockatoo, but that had to have been a momentary thing. When he and Martin had sex, he felt a similar sort of attachment. This attachment was more though, something the Golden Retriever chalked up to being a side effect of Victor's infectious personality. As far as Mike was concerned, this revelation changed nothing. He was feeling good, and if Victor was alright with it, he wanted to keep going.

Without warning, Victor started to cry. Mike moved back, unsure of what to do. The Bird pressed himself into the Dog's chest, and started to sob into the Dog's golden fur. Mike tentatively embraced Victor, his paws gently rubbing the Cockatoo's shoulders and upper back.

"I'm sorry Mike," Victor said between sobs, "I'm a horrible person."

"Why?" Mike asked, "What's wrong Victor?"

The Cockatoo broke away from the Dog and wiped his eyes.

"I guess it's my turn to dump my life problems on you," Victor chuckled and sighed, "I got dumped last October, and I'm still beat up about it."

"Oh," Mike replied, "I'm sorry Victor. I don't know what I can say to make it feel better."

"Yeah," Victor rubbed his arm, "I don't know either. What I do know is that I've totally changed. I would never dream of hooking up with people the first day I met them before Carter left me."

Victor scoffed.

"It's why I had to go to Africa this winter break," Victor replied, "My family went to Greece for Thanksgiving, and they caught me in the Jacuzzi with four of the hotel staff. They didn't want me to embarrass them again."

"Jeez," Mike whistled a low tone, "Well look. It's not worth changing who you are for other people."

Mike looked down.

"Even if that other person is yourself," The Dog sighed, "I learned that the hard way. I wish I never let myself change."

"Well," Victor smiled slightly, "Looks like we both have stuff to work on."

"Yeah," Mike brought a paw up to Victor's face and kissed the Bird's cheek, "Looks like it."

Victor smiled even more and nuzzled the Golden Retriever's paw.

"Enough of this crying crap," Victor began, "I promised you a do over."

Mike blushed as Victor kissed him firmly on the lips and pressed him into the pillows.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked as Victor reached back to re-lube the Dog's cock, "I mean if you aren't feeling up to it."

"I'm feeling up to it," Victor blushed, "We deserve this as far as I'm concerned."

"You're the boss," Mike blushed as the Cockatoo lined himself up, "Are you sure you don't want me to get you ready?"

Victor blushed and shook his head.

"I can handle it," Victor replied, "Besides I'd rather just get to it."

Mike bit his lip as Victor started sinking down onto his cock. This felt way better than his first time. The Dog moved his paws to Victor's hips and moaned quietly.

"So," Victor took a deep breath and hilted Mike's cock in him, his soft taint flush against the Dog's already formed knot, "Better than your first time?"

"Much," Mike chuckled and tentatively ground his hips against the Cockatoo, "I'm kinda bummed I'm not all the way on top though."

Victor moaned loudly and dug his fingers into the Dog's golden chest-fur.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Victor cried out as Mike rolled his hips again, this time going slower and deeper, "Cause you're hitting all the right places."

"I'm positive," Mike sat up a bit and blushed, "I'm really close already."

Victor put his arms around Mike's broad shoulders and slowly started to roll his hips. Mike shuddered and bent his head forward, resting it against the Cockatoo's soft and slender chest.

"There you go," Victor gave the Dog's chin and neck a few gentle nibbles with his beak, "Just like that."

Mike panted and moaned as he started to steadily thrust upwards, making Victor pant and cry out with each one. The Golden Retriever was in heaven. He never knew sex could feel this good. Victor gripped the Dog's shoulders and panted.

"How close are you?" Victor stopped his rolling motions and shuddered as Mike took the opportunity to hump hard against him, "O Oh god."

Mike growled dominantly and pulled out of the Cockatoo. He didn't know what came over him. All he knew was that he wanted to give Victor the ride of his life.

"Why don't we switch it up?" Mike smirked, "I want you to get off just as good as I do."

Victor blushed and looked down at the Golden Retriever's hard cock. Mike could tell Victor didn't expect this at all. The Cockatoo laid on his belly in front of the Dog, and raised his hips and tail. Mike murred, time to try out what he had wanted to try from the beginning. He bent down and started to kiss and suckle on tender flesh above the Cockatoo's hole.

"Oh Mike," The Cockatoo moaned and pressed back into the Dog's mouth, "You are a natural."

Mike moved lower, dragging his tongue against Victor's still tight hole.

"You must do squats" Mike murred and squeezed the Bird's ass with both paws, "You have an incredible ass."

Those words felt strange coming out of the Dog's mouth, but Mike didn't care. The tight ring of muscle he was assaulting with his tongue more than balanced the equation for what felt right vs. what felt wrong. He licked harder, penetrating the Bird with his hot pink tongue and dragging it along the Bird's tender flesh. He continued this for what seemed like forever and lost himself in the sounds of Victor's quiet moans and his tongue's earnest licks.

"Mike," Victor said shakily, shaking the Dog from his daze, "Please fuck me."

Mike pulled back with a slurp and chuckled. Victor's cock was hard and leaking pre. Mike had never seen a Bird produce that much, his roommate's hand and scrotum was dripping the clear fluid. The Dog did as he was told and mounted the Cockatoo, putting one leg up and holding it close to the Bird's hips. With more sexual confidence than Mike ever knew he had, the Golden Retriever smoothly penetrated his roommate and started up a fast and hard rhythm. Victor cried out loudly, and pressed his hips up as far as he could, increasing the time Mike spent inside him with each thrust.

The Golden Retriever held onto his roommate's hips as he pounded away against them, each thrust making his knot press a little further into Victor's rump. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer, at this rate, he probably wouldn't even have to tie to finish. Mike started to thrust more erratically and powerfully, doing all in his power to get his knot into the Cockatoo.

"Oh god!" Victor squawked and came hard over the sheets.

Mike growled and shuddered as he grew closer and closer to blowing his load. He got off a few more thrusts before finally getting his knot into the Cockatoo's tight ass. He fell still, whining as he felt Victor spasm around his cock, and came, hard. In that moment, Mike saw stars and his body felt lighter than air. He was too overloaded to feel anything except heat that pulsed throughout his body. After a few moments, he fell forward, panting and groaning in pleasure, in ecstasy. Victor moaned quietly and pressed back, somehow getting Mike's sex-addled brain to roll onto his side.

"Wow," Victor panted and reached back to grab the Dog's paw, "That was amazing."

Mike squeezed the Bird's hand and nodded.

"I think I like sex a lot more now," Mike chuckled, "Do you mind if I sleep over here tonight?"

Victor smiled and shook his head.

"I was just about to ask if you would," Victor sighed, "I haven't felt this good since Carter left me."

Victor blushed and chirred happily as Mike bent his head down to kiss and nuzzle over the Bird's neck.

"You may have Carter beat," Victor rolled his hips back as the Dog's teeth teased his collarbone, "We never cuddled like this after sex."

"I'm glad I didn't disappoint," Mike held the Cockatoo tighter, "This was nice."

"Yeah," Victor turned his head and kissed Mike on the lips, "It was."

Before Mike and Victor could start making out again, someone firmly knocked on the door three times.

"RA on duty," Angela began, "Are you guys finished?"

Victor rolled his eyes.

"Why are you bothering us?" Victor asked, "We were sleeping."

"Uh huh," Angela chuckled, "I could hear you guys all the way from the stairwell. Keep it down from here on out okay?"

Mike blushed and held the Bird tighter.

"How long were you standing out there?" Victor asked, "Were you just standing out in front of our door like a creep?"

"I stood out here long enough to find out what was going on," Angela replied, "It's late and past quiet hours. If you have a round two keep it down."

"Will do Angela," Victor chuckled as the sound of her footfalls got quieter and quieter, "That's a little embarrassing. I don't ever think I've been told to keep it down before. You should consider that a compliment."

"Do you think lots of people heard us?" Mike asked, his confident, dominant persona melting away, "They won't know it was me right?"

"Oh?" Victor smirked, "Am I not a good guy to get caught with?"

"No," Mike rolled his eyes, "Any guy isn't a good guy for me to get caught with. At least not yet."

Mike sighed and nuzzled into the Cockatoo's shoulder.

"Now Angela knows I'm gay too," Mike continued, "Who knows who she'll tell."

"Hey," Victor squeezed the Dog's paw, "She won't tell a soul. Trust me, she knows better than to do something like that."

"Okay," Mike breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good to know."

"Don't stress about it," Victor snuggled in and closed his eyes, "Let's get some sleep."

Mike nodded and wrapped his arms tightly around the Cockatoo.

"Goodnight Carter," Victor yawned and smiled, "I'll see you in the morning."

Mike didn't respond, mainly because he didn't know how. For a moment, he feared that he may have done something irreversible. What if Victor's worry was misplaced, and Victor would be the one to develop feelings. Ultimately he decided to take his roommates advice. He could worry about that tomorrow.