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Deerly Deviants

Feat: Emily and Eros Heartbottom

The day off. Revered by everyone, yet gone too soon to properly enjoy. Completing housework, running errands, and properly unwinding after a strenuous work week oftentimes felt like a task in and of itself. At least, that was the opinion that was upheld by one apartment dwelling doe.

Laying face down, atop messy sheets in an even messier bedroom was Emily Heartbottom, her limbs splayed out bizarrely, no doubt attempting to find a comfortable position. The deer girl, whose short, platinum blond hair was just as unkempt as her sheets, wore little aside from a simple pair of sporty, white panties. Her numerous position changes throughout the night caused them to be riding down her butt, exposing the crack cheekily. Not that Emily cared, as she was still snoring into her pillow. Even as the sun's light leaked in through her dark curtains, the doe blissfully slept the morning away. If anyone else worked the rigorous week from Hell like she had, they would've done the same.

For the longest time, it seemed like nothing was going to stir the woman awake. If it were up to Emily, it would've stayed that way for at least another few hours. The loud, obnoxious buzzing of her cellphone seemed to think differently, unfortunately for her. It took a little while before the noisy vibrations even stirred the doe into consciousness, and even then, she still didn't choose to move herself. Half asleep and quite groggy, the girl grumbled as her hands grasped for her pillow before shoving it over her head in an attempt to block out the noise (or at the very least, wait it out). This method worked for a brief moment, as the phone soon stopped buzzing. Emily let out a small groan from under her pillow, relieved that she could return to sleep. It wasn't until she had shut her eyes (not removing herself from underneath her pillow) that her phone began to buzz again. Emily's eyes shot open once more, starting to grumble in a more irritated manner.

“Guess it's time to get up...” She thought to herself.

Letting go of the pillow, Emily opted to push herself up, letting the cushion land unceremoniously back onto the bed. Her eyes quickly attempted to blink open, though it was quite difficult, as her sudden action to sit up caused her vision to go blurry, her head now feeling incredibly dizzy. As her brain throbbed, her left hoof kicked over a small pile of six beer cans (Emily considered six beers a 'small amount'). Her bloodshot eyes momentarily scanned over the aluminum mess, the sounds not assisting in easing her headache. “Gngh... deal with it later...” She grumbled, stifling a yawn. Her eyes moved back towards her buzzing phone, her vision attempting to focus on the picture that was illuminated on the screen.

Realizing who was calling, as well as the time she had been woken up at (11:43 am), Emily groaned, rolling her eyes as she tried to flip her hair with a free hand. “Fuck, this early..?” She sighed, clearing her throat and attempting to make her voice not sound groggy. After a few seconds, she reached over, picked up her phone, and answered it. “Hey, mom! 'Sup?” Emily greeted, attempting to put on a cheerier tone.

“Good morning, Emmy!” Sang the sugary sweet voice of Emily's mother, making the doe's ears fold back as a fresh wave of throbbing pain came over her head. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything!”

“Uhh...” The doe looked around her room, attempting to get a handle on her hangover. “...s'pose not. Whatcha need?”

“Well, you do know what today is, right?” Her mother asked curiously, causing Emily to pause for a moment. In this moment of dizzy grogginess, the girl could only scratch her side, ruffling her fur without bothering to smooth it over.

“Uh... Sunday, right?” Emily's ears folded back as she was met with giddy giggles, clearly having amused her mother.

“Well, yes, but I mean specifically! It's a really important day, after all!”

“Ah, right...” The doe trailed off, now starting to rack her brain in an effort to understand what was so important that her mom would be calling her out of nowhere. “...pffff, uhhh... dad's birthday?” she attempted after a small exhale.

This time, she was met with a gentle scoff. “Oh, Emily, don't tell me you don't know!” Mrs. Heartbottom huffed, clearly unhappy with her daughter's lack of a proper answer.

“Clearly I don't,” Emily answered, nonplussed with her mother's reaction. The doe flopped onto her back as she held the phone to her ear, starting to feel too lightheaded to sit up properly.

“Well today, Eros will be moving into his dorm room. You know, at college?”

“Oh. Ooooh!” The doe exclaimed, finding newfound strength to sit up once more. It had been a while since she last heard from her little brother, Eros, so updates on him were very sparse. “I totally forgot about that! He's goin' to Cloverpoint, right? How's the lil guy holdin' up?”

“He's excited, though, he's a bit anxious. You know how he gets...” Emily's mom sighed, somewhat worried about having her baby flung out into the real world. The punk doe girl casually picked her ear, silently agreeing.

“Same old Eros...” She thought to herself, starting to speak aloud into the receiver once more. “Yeah. So, like, you want me to give him a call to congratulate him, right?”

Despite not hearing a scoff, Emily could feel her mother scowling at her over the phone, if her twitching ear meant anything by it. “Dear, I think you could do better than just calling him. Don't you still live near the campus?”

Emily shrugged to herself. “Well yeah, Cloverpoint's a college town, basically. Hard not to see students 'round here.”

“Exactly! Poor Eros hasn't experienced the world outside of our hometown yet!”

“Or his bedroom,” Emily thought, suppressing a snicker, though allowing a smirk to form on her muzzle.

“That's why I think,” Her mother continued, “He needs an experienced college graduate to show him the ropes!” Emily paused for a few moments, her eyes widening as she momentarily forgot about her headache.

“...um, okay, and I assume you want that to be me?”

“Well obviously, honey!”

Emily sucked her teeth, grimacing at the request. “Figured.”

“You did so well graduating, after all, that I know you'll give him all the best tips for navigating his new college career!” The doe's mother continued, making her start to feel rather uncomfortable.

“R-right. What's he even going for, anyways?”

“Oh, he won't tell me. Last time we spoke about it, he just mentioned taking the 'necessary' classes first and seeing what he wants to do down the road!”

Emily rolled her eyes a little as she exhaled gently. “So, undecided. Got it.” This was met with another soft scoff.

“Not everyone can have their hearts set on music like some deer I know, honey! The least you could do is meet up with your brother and show him some support! He's been missing you a lot too, y'know.”

“Doubt it,” Emily thought, using a pinky finger to pick at the inside of her ear. “Yeah yeah, fine, Mom, I'll go see him.”

“Oooh, wonderful! I'll let him know you plan on stopping by! Don't go steering him down the wrong path, y'hear?” Her mother chirped happily.

“I won't, Mom,” Emily sighed, rolling her eyes again. “Talk to ya later.”

“Okay, bye honey, I love you!” The doe girl's mother exclaimed before Emily hung up. The doe groaned and tossed her phone to her side, rubbing her eyes and stretching.

“Yeah, thanks Mom, let me give advice about the last thing I wanna think about: school,” She groused, deciding it was finally time to stand up. The cans clattered around once more as they were kicked absentmindedly, with the doe making a mental note to throw them away later. Emily emitted another loud yawn, reaching a hand behind her back and scratching it. She also took the time to hook a fingertip into the waistband of her underwear, tugging them up and covering her butt. The doe released the waistband and let it snap against her waist as she began to stumble out of her room. “Gotta brush my teeth at least,” She muttered.

Fortunately for the hungover doe, the bathroom was only a few feet away from her bedroom door. Being such a small apartment, the small hallway connecting the two rooms also opened up to a marginally larger living room/kitchen space. It didn't appear as messy as Emily's bedroom, though this was because it wasn't as cramped or claustrophobic.

Once in the bathroom, Emily turned the faucet on and splashed water on her face, flicking the water off of herself afterward. She blinked into the mirror as her reflection came into view. She took the time to adjust her short undercut, smoothing over any out-of-place fur tufts on her body. Feeling more awake with a blissfully subsided headache, the doe brushed her teeth. The last thing she needed was to have beer stain her breath while meeting her brother.

A few minutes later, she finished up, drying off her mouth as she stepped away from the sink. Her eyes wandered over to the mirror, now that most of her body was visible. She couldn't resist but to give herself a once over, if for no other reason than to make sure she was still herself. Beer made her... extra clumsy.

Her face was there, she knew that already. Black studs pierced both of her ears. Her arms and shoulders, as well as her chest. Perky, yet petite. Emily hung the towel back up as her eyes wandered down her stomach, which was currently bloated, thanks to the aforementioned booze. Another black piercing glistened in her navel. Her hips remained unchanged, however, which were quite wide. The doe's white panties clung to her hips, fitting right over her crotch, yet leaving her large thighs exposed. The waistband read the pair's brand, “PANK!” She turned her back to the mirror, still staring at her waistband as her rear came into view. Naturally, her panties were fitted nice and snugly over her round rump.

“Heh... nice,” Emily laughed, amused with her own behind as she bounced it playfully. “Damn, girl, where do ya shove that thing?” She said to herself, putting on a 'deep' voice. She considered herself average, in terms of looks, though Emily couldn't resist the idea of putting her 'assets' to good use. Usually, this involved getting free drinks from lonely dudes or horny cougars at the bar. The doe was never lucky enough to get any farther; she usually blacked out before then.

After a few more laughs, the doe headed back into her room, looking for something clean (or at least not smelly) to slide on. Emily started with a discarded white sports bra, giving it a quick sniff before doing so. She headed to her closet afterward, tugging out a set of dark green cargo pants, and immediately sliding them up. Once donned, the deer reached for a belt, hooking it around her bottoms. Even though Emily bought them baggy and a size too large on purpose, she still wasn't a fan of having her pants fall out of nowhere.

One tank top and jacket later, Emily began to head out into the living room, feeling ready for the day as she went to fetch herself some water. While doing so, she retrieved her phone from her pocket to text Eros.

Despite having not seen him or heard his voice, the two still messaged each other semi-frequently enough to stay in contact. Of course, as was evidenced by their most recent conversation, they rarely actually talked about anything. The most recent text came from Eros himself, which simply read “STOP”. Before that, Emily had spammed at least 30 or so messages with the same video of a hyper-realistic frog screaming obnoxiously and annoyingly loud. The doe couldn't help but snort a bit as the video played once more on her screen. “Never gets old.”

With that, Emily began texting once more. “Yo Nubs, congrats on getting into college finally! Finally out into the big world! What time are ya arriving?”

“Ugh, good lord, mom, chill out, will ya?” A short buck had mumbled to himself, staring at his phone as it began to vibrate. Again. This would have been at least the sixth time that Eros's mother had interrupted his music since he had gotten off the plane. While greatly annoyed, the young buck knew better than to automatically send his parent straight to voice mail. Instead, he set his phone down, sighing gently as he waited it out. While he was happy to receive his initial congratulations from her, repeatedly blowing his phone up to check on him was starting to wear him down. “At least Dad got the message across with one call..!” Eros sighed, using a free hand to move his shaggy, rather messy brown hair out of his face.

After a few moments, his phone finally stopped buzzing, returning to the gentle, soothing tones of lo-fi music. He needed something to help soothe his nerves, after all. The short deer boy looked between the rest of the people waiting for the bus, standing on the curb just outside of the airport. It was fairly easy to pick out other potential students in the crowd, especially since quite a few of them were talking quite loudly about their prospective majors. Heavy bags and school colors were common among the crowd, though Eros himself would only have the former.

While Eros didn't stand out in the crowd physically (except for his stunted height and stubby antlers), the young buck certainly felt like a sore thumb. The boy never really had much of an opportunity to make too much of a 'popular' name for himself back in high school. Even when he did find himself thrust into the limelight, it was never for anything he wanted to have noticed about him. “You have your pants fall during _ one _ gym class, and you never live it down...” The boy thought bitterly, his face cringing at the memory.

Eros never figured he was worth the attention, regardless of intent. College, in his mind, was for the popular kids who knew they had it made and could live up to the insurmountable expectations thrust upon them during their young lives. Eros, having never imagined himself with an inkling of skill or talent, was still trying to figure out how he even wound up at Cloverpoint University in the first place. Maybe it had something to do with his connections to his family...

The bus finally showed up, slowing to a halt as the crowd of future students soon crowded around the doors, filing inside once they opened. Eros followed along in the back of the line, growing more uncomfortable as the space became much more enclosed. Fortunately for him, he managed to find at least one empty seat in the back of the bus. The buck set his heavy bag to his left after realizing that no one would be joining his side. All for the best, honestly. Any more crowding and the boy's nerves would've shot through the roof.

Eros thought he would at least have the rest of the bus ride to be along with his thoughts as music played in his ears, though his phone would buzz yet again. Fortunately, it would only buzz once, indicating a text message. Somewhat annoyed, the buck looked to his screen, raising an eyebrow as he took notice of who popped up. “Emmy?” He said to himself, somewhat surprised (yet relieved that it wasn't his mother trying to get a hold of him), unlocking his phone to check the message.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rather pleased to see a congratulatory text from his older sister. Even if she did insist on using her embarrassing nickname for him. Keeping his attention on the screen, he took some time to think of a reply to her. It had been a while since the two held any meaningful conversation.

“Thanks so much!” Eros texted, his expression neutral, despite the usage of an exclamation point. “Can't believe I even managed to get in lmao. I'm on the bus right now, heading to campus. Might be 15 or so minutes? Not too sure.”

“Why do you ask?” The buck added, raising an eyebrow to himself. To him, it didn't seem typical of Emily to show much (if any) concern for his life or well-being. It took a few minutes for another response, but he kept his phone open so that he could be prepared for it.

Unfortunately, all he would be met with was a simple smiling emoticon, courtesy of his older sister. “ :) “

Eros rolled his eyes to himself, biting his tongue a bit. “What does that even mean?” He asked himself before sending an animated GIF to Emily. Specifically, the one of Frodo Baggins saying 'Alright then, keep your secrets!' to Gandalf. After seeing his message get left on 'read', the boy turned his screen off, the music continuing to play into his ears. He sighed anxiously, slumping back in his seat as he tried to focus on relaxing. Emily always knew how to push his buttons, and today didn't seem to be any different. As he stared lazily out of the window, watching buildings, cars, and other citizens pass by, the young buck couldn't help but think that he was forgetting something. A mental checklist of all of his belongings (twice!) confirmed that he wasn't forgetting anything physically, yet the weird feeling in his gut was still present.

“Maybe I'll remember later. My brain feels fried enough as is,” Eros thought.

After a few minutes of subconsciously drifting off, the bus finally rumbled to a halt at a bus stop. As he watched numerous other potential students stand and walk off, Eros slowly gathered his things and prepared to be the last off the bus. Avoiding crowds was his specialty, after all.

Once he hopped off, the bus driver drove away, leaving Eros to look around at his new surroundings. His eyes grew wide as he moved his head upwards, attempting to take in all of the buildings, each one quite huge and at least three stories tall. While architecture wasn't a subject the young buck was profound in, he could tell that most of the buildings opted for an “Art Deco” approach. Lush, green topiaries lined up the sidewalk in a symmetrical manner, adding to the upper-class aesthetic of the college town. This only made Eros feel even more out of place.

The buck's ears picked up upon numerous conversations, each one bleeding into the next one, creating a bustling cacophony of noise. His eyes scanned around as multiple crowds of people passed him by. He figured many were students, though he wouldn't have been surprised if some educators or otherwise regular citizens were intermingled among the waves of crowds. Feeling some societal awkwardness after standing in place for a few seconds too many, Eros found the motivation to move his hooves forward. With little clue of where he was headed, he let his eyes provide some foresight into his environment.

“No doubt some of these are dorm buildings...” The young buck thought, moving his vision to the right. Small businesses peppered some of the more basic establishments, most of which were places to eat and drink. Naturally, many were hovering around the entrances, curious as to what was inside. Eros pushed his inquiries to the back of his mind as he mindlessly walked down the sidewalk. “Seems to be a _ bit _ bigger than I thought it was gonna be,” Eros continued as he gazed to the left. A decently sized courtyard with an amphitheater flooding with students met his eyes, making his heart rate start to elevate.

“...lots of people here.” The deer's mind interjected, returning to face the front. He was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. “God, I can feel their judgment. They know I'm not supposed to be here? _ I _ know it! I don't even know where I'm--”

Ero's thoughts screeched to a halt, much like the ear-piercing sound of tires skidding on the pavement. “Damn, we get it, hotshot, you're penis is _ huge _,” The deer thought, a sarcastic tone echoing in his mind as he rolled his eyes at the obnoxious sound. Despite the amount of people walking the sidewalk, very little traffic was actually on the road. Cars remained parked to the side of the street, though the young deer couldn't imagine a city without at least one parking garage.

As he continued on his way, the sound of loud revs echoed elsewhere. Eros grew more and more annoyed as the revving of someone's motorcycle (or something similar, at least) grew louder and closer. No doubt trying to show off for a bunch of college students. Some other students who passed by also took the time to slow down, having heard the screeches as well. Many were just as confused and annoyed as he was. The deer kept his attention forward, not wanting to give the show-off biker any of the attention he was fishing for. With the noise growing louder, Eros knew it wouldn't be long before the biker passed by him. “God, he's gonna pass me. Just don't look at them.”

With the buzzing continuing to increase in volume, the young buck couldn't imagine any other sound breaking through the racket. At least until the sound of someone shouting echoed into his ear. Someone awfully familiar.

“ YO, EROS! ” Called the voice, able to ring out over the buzz of the scooter. Hearing his name get called, the deer boy didn't know whether to freeze in place or to keep walking, ignoring whoever was calling him. In just a few quick seconds, however, the buck would lose the chance to go for the second option, as the puttering of a black moped (and not a motorcycle, as Eros initially thought) halted in an open parking space. As he heard the driver start to get off of their ride, the buck slowly turned his attention to the source, knowing that others walking down the street were doing the same.

Eros couldn't help but feel exasperated as he saw Emily walking at him, unable to do or say anything as she quickly scooped him into her body for a tight hug. “Hey, Nubs, how've ya been?” She greeted eagerly, squeezing the daylights out of her younger, shorter (by a few inches) brother. Emily was somewhat surprised that he had hit a small growth spurt since she last saw him.

“Emily?!” He grunted out, unable to hug his sister back, mostly due to her back-breaking hug. He did hear a few giggles in their direction, knowing that the sight must've been amusing to a few students. This made the buck's cheeks start to burn in slight embarrassment. “W-why are you here?” He asked.

As Emily let go of Eros, he let out a gasp of air, quickly getting a few inches of distance between them, much to the amusement of his sister. “Wow, what a greeting,” She joked, putting her hands on her hips. “Wanted to stop by to make sure you knew where you were going! Gotta check up on my baby bro every now and then, don't I?”

“Now and then?” Eros began, a little indignant. “I haven't seen you since you left for college!”

“Ah, time gets away from me,” Emily answered nonchalantly, much to the bemusement of the young buck. “But hey! College is a new world. A scary one if you don't know what to do.” Emily attempted to squish at his cheeks in a playful, teasing manner before he squirmed away.

“...Mom put you up to this, didn't she?” He asked, his eyes squinting suspiciously.

“No. Maybe a little. Look, doesn't matter,” The doe answered, moving beside of Eros and placing a hand on his shoulder. She began to walk him along the sidewalk, forcing him to follow closely. “Ain't no shame in being lost your first few days. You just need to learn the ropes! Which is why you're lucky Emmy's here to help!”

Eros wasn't sure if he was too big of a fan of how suddenly chummy his sister was acting around him, having been used to their usual sibling dynamic for many years. He was still expecting her to put him in a headlock and give him a noogie. Regardless, he knew there was no squirming his way out of this situation. Not like he knew what he was doing, anyway. “Well, uh... alright, then?” He answered in an unsure tone. His nerves were starting to tighten a knot in his stomach again, even if his sister was the most trustworthy figure around.

“Awesome! Now, first thing's first, we gotta getcha settled into your dorm. Need to lighten your load before ya go exploring, y'know?” Emily prompted, starting to briskly walk with Eros down the sidewalk. The doe managed to weave around people with ease, though Eros seemed to fall behind just a tad, occasionally bumping into random people.

“Sorry... 'scuse me..! S-sorry!” He would utter out each time, being met with brief glares before they went about their own business.

While they walked, Emily would give a tour of sorts, though it wouldn't be as in-depth (or professional) as any usual tour. The doe spent most of their walk pointing out her favorite places to hang around, or which spots had the best vegan tacos. To Eros, it was just more information that was being shoved into his brain, and his head started to spin once more.

As Emily began to ramble about the multiple classes she slept through in one of the education buildings, the buck felt the need to speak up. “Uh, hey, Emmy? Not that I don't appreciate 'story time' or nothin', but do you think we can head to my dorm? I... I think I need a breather,” He explained hopefully.

The older sister looked at her brother, quieting up as she took in his expression. It was clear he was overwhelmed, and it wasn't until this moment that Emily realized that she was only adding to it. She gave a small, sheepish grin and merely nodded. Her grip on his shoulder loosened up a bit as well. “Oh, sure thing, dude. Prob'ly still jet-lagged, huh?” She began, looking off in the opposite direction. “I think that most of the dorms are that way. Which building did they stick ya in?”

“Uh... um...” Eros started, not knowing the answer. “Gimme a sec.” He pulled his phone out, scrolling through something as he attempted to look for any info about his living quarters. Despite being the type to keep all of his information fairly well organized, it didn't seem like he was having much success with finding what he needed. His ears folded back as his eyes widened, panic beginning to set in even deeper. “Uhhhhh... I can't find it..?!”

Emily could see that he was starting to lose his cool a little, so the punky doe placed a hand on his shoulder again, albeit in a more comforting manner. She also flashed a relaxed smile. “Yo, chill! We can just go ask the admission's office and find out from there!”

“Admission's office...” Eros began, reassuring himself. His ears popped back upwards as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah, let's go there.” The buck looked around, still unsure of where exactly he should go. “...uh-”

“This way, Nubs,” Emily teased, playfully grabbing his chin and turning his face in the right direction. With that, she began to lead him once more, making sure to walk slowly enough that the boy could keep up. “While you're there you can have your student ID made.”

“Oh shoot, I nearly forgot!” Eros exclaimed. “They won't let me in without that!”

“Hey hey, don't worry! It's why I'm here,” the blonde doe replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

Eros remained quiet, not wanting to annoy the only person so willing to help him find his way around. “Thank you,” He muttered, swallowing what little pride he had.

“Ah, don't sweat it. Now let's go before the line gets too long.”

Unfortunately for the deer duo, the line was full of many new students. Some were eagerly chatting with each other while many others kept to themselves, opting to wait in silence while scrolling on their phones. Eros would be one of them, trying to satiate his jittery nerves. He still wasn't used to being around so many new people, and being in public was starting to wear him down a lot. Emily stayed by his side, choosing to be moral support. Naturally, the doe was a lot more chill, leaning against a wall with hands in her pocket as she opted for people-watching instead. As always, she was keen on voicing her opinions about her observations. The nervous Eros was just thankful that his sister was being a little more quiet about it, this time around.

“Oooh, she's cute...” The blonde had muttered, her eyes lingering on a rather tall, slim Irish Setter girl, who was in an exciting conversation with another, much shorter Papillion girl. If Emily had to guess, she would've assumed they were talking about sports of some kind, if their letterman jackets were anything to go by. “Do ya suppose they're dating or..?” She asked Eros, smirking a little at the thought of asking the Irish Setter out. She was met with silence, however, which piqued her curiosity enough to look over at her younger brother.

Currently, he appeared to be in his own little world, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched. His fingers rapped anxiously against his leg, and a hoof would occasionally tap out of anxious impatience. This was a feeling only rivaled by the TSA line at the airport, except worse. After all, Eros didn't have to go to school with everyone he was in line with.

“Yo, wake up, Nubs!” Emily said, sharply nudging the boy in the side. This snapped him out of his daze, though it startled him enough to let out a small, surprised yell.

“Ow! S-sorry..!” He answered, rubbing his side with his hand as he finally stopped tapping his hoof. “Not used to-”

“So many people?” The doe finished, already knowing what was eating at him. She was met with a nod from the buck, affirming what she already knew. Emily couldn't help but roll her eyes a little bit, not finding his social anxiety surprising.

“Let me put it to ya this way: everyone's here for the same thing, so they won't linger around. Worst that can happen is that your pants fall down when the picture gets taken!”

“WHAT?!” Eros exclaimed, a little louder than he meant to be. Despite a few other students momentarily looking his way, Emily couldn't help but snicker a bit. She just couldn't resist pushing his buttons.

“Kidding, kidding!” She laughed, watching as his brother looked downwards and tightened a belt that was around his waist. “They only use your face anyways.”

With a small sigh, the boy ran his fingers through his messy hair, attempting to move it out of his face. Seeing as how most of it flopped back to the front, Emily found this action unnecessary.

“Poor guy... his nerves have to be like jello-noodles at this point,” She thought, feeling concerned for Eros.

As he sighed and attempted to soothe himself, Emily continued, wanting to help loosen him up and get him in a better mood. “...hey, you remember what Dad used to tell us for school picture day?”

As she expected, the buck's nervous face would quickly give way to a more tired, almost annoyed one. “How could I forget, when he told us every year?”

“Don't stand like a deer caught in headlights!” The two siblings repeated simultaneously. They chuckled at their shared experience, the two able to hear their dad's boisterous voice even without him being there. Emily was just happy to see her brother finally crack a smile.

Thankfully, the line didn't seem to be held up for too long. The sibling duo moved along with the others at a fairly reasonable pace (“Better than the DMV, that's for damn sure!” Emily observed). Finally, after approximately ten minutes, the two deer found themselves in the front of the line. The doe remained outside the room as Eros was led inside. It certainly had the same feel of a DMV, in some ways. Two volunteer students were printing the ID cards, and each one was stationed behind a camera. The cameras were positioned in front of two plain white backdrops, with a piece of neon red tape on the floor to show students where to stand.

“C'mon in! Stand right there on the tape there,” Called one of the volunteers (a shaggy, bearded bear man). Eros wordlessly nodded and stepped right up, anxiously flipping and adjusting his hair, smoothing his shirt out at the same time.

“Now, first and foremost, I'll need your name and student number, please,” The bear requested, typing something into a laptop, which was resting on a table beside him.

“Oh, uh, Eros H-Heartbottom-”

The bear couldn't resist a snicker, stifling it as he did so. The buck's ears folded back in bemusement.

“...number 449-691.”

“Nine, one... ah, there you are!” The bear responded, having found the deer boy in the student database. After a few more clicks, the volunteer turned his attention back to the front, manning the camera. “Alright, now I'll just need your picture! Look this way, please.”

“Remember, Eros... just act naturally... no 'deer in headlights'...” He thought to himself, staring at the camera after being prompted to do so. Despite his advice, the buck was starting to feel his anxiety bubble up again, his eyes wide and his body eerily still.

“Okay! Now gimme a smile!” The bear asked, seeing how the deer's face was in a steely neutral expression. Eros responded by flashing an awkwardly large, toothy smile. This put off the camera-bear, as he raised an eyebrow. “Uh... okay, um, I enjoy your enthusiasm, dude,” He began with an unsure chuckle. “But, uh, maybe try acting more... natural!” He offered, sensing how uncomfortable the deer must've been.

Another wordless nod was how Eros responded, leading him to close his eyes and take a breath. “C'mon, Eros, stop being weird! Smile like a normal person!” He thought, chiding himself. “Let's see... just think of something that'll make you laugh... but what?”

Despite trying not to take too long to compose himself, Eros couldn't help but hear the voice of his sister echo in his brain. “Worst that can happen is that your pants fall down when the picture gets taken!”

A small grin began to form on his muzzle as the buck began to think of something to help ease his nerves...

“I'm ready for my close up!” Emily joked, standing in front of the camera-bear. Her hands were on her hips and she was cracking the biggest smile anyone's ever seen! She was ready and willing to have her new ID printed out, which only pleased the volunteer taking her photo.

“Excellent! This'll be a quick one,” The bear replied, readying his camera as he prepared himself.

Emily stood in place, blissfully unaware of the fact that without a belt around her waist, her shorts were starting to fall. Even her large hips weren't enough to keep them from sagging.

Just before the volunteer was ready to snap Emily's photo, gravity finally decided to grab hold of her shorts and yank them to her ankles! Because the event was spontaneous, the spunky doe didn't realize what had happened at first.

The volunteer certainly took notice, however. The action was so sudden that he couldn't help but angle his camera downwards. His eyes widened as the lens soon focused rather perfectly on the doe's crotch. “Puh-puh-panties?!” He exclaimed, unable to look away from the sight before him. Apparently, this was the day (of _ all _ days!) for the girl to wear sky-blue panty-briefs, patterned in multicolored smiley-faced flowers. Due to being dazed, the bear accidentally let his finger slip on the button.

“Panties?!” Emily exclaimed, her entire body shrouded with a sudden flash of light, with the unmistakable 'click' of a camera not far behind it. It wasn't until then that Emily realized her embarrassing state of dress. Staring downwards, the doe soon saw the pastel flash of colors that betrayed her spunky, punky attitude, and quickly attempted to cover herself, yelling out in the process.

“Ah, shit! Uh-uh, oops! F-fuck, sorry! My bad!” Emily blathered aloud, feeling her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. How could she forget her belt at home? She felt awfully dumb, especially since she had flashed her undies to a random volunteer (and a rather cute one at that!).

The doe reached down to quickly shimmy her shorts back up to their proper position, with the bear volunteer looking away in an attempt to be polite. This was despite the fact that he had both _ seen _ the doe's underwear-clad body _ and _ printed off a student ID with her half-nude waist as her identifying picture.

Both Emily and the bear's ears perked up as a new sound joined the sudden chaos. Looking to the right, both students watched as a small, toaster-sized card printer churned out a new ID card, electronically grinding in a loud, obnoxious way. The noise halted as the card plopped onto the table, glinting in the lights. As expected, the doe's crotch was on full display, along with the rest of her personal school information.

“Are you SERIOUS?!” Emily exclaimed, her cheeks flushing a deeper hue.

“O-oh god..! I'm sorry, miss-”

“It's _ fine. _ Just gimme a redo!”

“Uh...” The bear began, rubbing his neck. “W-we actually... can't?”

“WHAT?!”

“The um..! Uh, the, er, the school policy doesn't allow us to-”

“_ AAAUGH! _”

“H-hey, are you okay?!”

“-yo, are you okay?”

“...hm-what?” Eros started, blinking as he snapped out of his thoughts.

The weirdly familiar clatter of an ID card brought the young buck's attention to the right, watching as the volunteer plucked it off of the table. “Oh, here ya go. One fresh pic of ya!” The volunteer said, passing the card off to the buck, who accepted it wordlessly.

Naturally, the first thing Eros looked towards was his picture. Fortunately, he looked much more natural and normal, at least compared to what he must have looked like before the picture was taken. In fact, it almost looked... smug. Cocky? Those were the best words he could think of.

“Dude, you have to be a yoga master or somethin',” The bear replied with a small smile. “Cuz, like, your face went from 'creepy Halloween animatronic' to 'charismatic model' in like three seconds.”

“R-really?” The buck asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked over his picture again. True, he had little to no idea how people looked at him, but to himself?

“...meh,” The deer thought, shrugging as he looked over the rest of his info, making sure it was correct. “Personally, I don't see the appeal. Guess thinking about Emmy getting a peg knocked down helped me to relax!”

“Sure, man!” The bear replied, giving a wave. “Anyways, I'll see ya around. Gotta keep the line moving, y'know?”

“Oh, r-right! Sorry,” Eros continued, returning the wave as he hurried back into the hallway. “Phew... that was easy.”

“Wasn't it?” Replied Emily, who didn't waste time in joining his side, a rather proud smirk in her snout. “See? It ain't so hard! Especially with dad's voice in your head!”

“Heh, yeah..!” The buck said, hoping that his sister didn't suddenly gain the ability to read minds. Otherwise, she'd be able to know that he wasn't thinking about their dad while getting his picture taken.

“Yo, uh, are you two next?” Interjected a new voice, belonging to a squirrel girl. She was talking to Emily, considering that her head was craned upwards in her direction.

“Oh! Nah, just here to help a freshie!” The doe answered, playfully jutting her elbow into Eros' ribs. He let out a pained grunt, flashing an unamused scowl.

“Dammit..!” He grumbled.

“Ooooh. Heh, gotcha,” The squirrel replied, a rather amused smirk on her face. As she walked forward, she turned to a goat boy standing right behind her, nudging him more subtly. “Check out the chick he's with.”

“Dude, bet she's a senior,” The goat whispered back. The duo shared a bout of snickering as they moved the line forward.

Eros and Emily looked at the two with horrified expressions, both figures making varied scoffs of disgust. “Hey, firstly, she's graduated!” Eros started, a bit too loudly. The surrounding students who happened to be overhearing this weird exchange giggled at this. One even let out a cheeky wolf whistle.

“Uh, and second: WE'RE SIBLINGS!” Emily shouted, apparently wanting to let everyone in on the conversation. Despite the incredibly embarrassed look on the buck's face (Emily imagined hers was a lot more noticeable), the two quickly hurried off, leaving a wake of awkward, ashamed mumbling. Even the wolf-whistle kept themselves hidden, opting to whistle a much quieter tune.

“Sheesh. Let's get your keys,” Emily huffed.

“Let's,” Eros added.

A short, silent, and awkward wait next to the admissions office later, the Heartbottom siblings found themselves seated across from a fox woman; from what the deer could tell, she was aged somewhere between 40 and 70 years. It wasn't easy to estimate.

As expected, the fox asked for the buck's ID, who complied in showing it off. “Heartbottom,” She said to herself, repeating the name.

“Yes ma'am,” Eros quietly replied.

“Let's see...” She began, squinting her eyes and typing something on her computer. Both of the deer took notice of the fact that she seemed to type at one word a minute, using a single index finger to hit each key.

“Oh _ god _,” The duo thought to themselves, doing their best to try and keep a straight face. There was no denying the cracks of frustration peeking through their strained smiles, however.

“Heart...bottom...” The fox repeated, adjusting the glasses on her snout. “Say, I believe I've heard that name before.” A finger was shakily pointed towards Emily as the older fox woman turned her attention to the tall blonde. “I think it was you, wasn't it?”

“Uh,” Emily answered, her eyes widening. The girl seemed to forget how to blink, her ears twitching as the voice of her dad echoed in her head as if attempting to help her.

“Deer in headlights...”

“A-hem,” Eros prompted, clearing his throat to snap his sister out of her daze. “Uh, Em, you good?”

“Y-yeah!” She coughed, finally remembering to blink as she looked between her concerned brother and the confused fox. “Uh, I mean yeah. Yeah, I used to go here,” Emily finally answered, pivoting her initial reaction to a more nonchalant one.

Even if Eros could tell something got to her, the receptionist didn't seem to notice, nodding and giving a wry smile. “Ah yes, I never forget a name. You seem like a lovely young lady!” Eros had to hold back a snort as Emily kicked his shins.

“Uh, thanks.”

As the fox woman handed the buck's ID card back to him, she returned to her computer, completing whatever other online forms she needed to. “I heard about the story of another Heartbottom on campus. Apparently they got in trouble for something.”

“O-oh really?” Emily asked, a guilty look starting to form on her face. Eros could only squint his own eyes at her, also growing curious about what the receptionist was referring to.

“Mmhm, yes. Don't know much about it, though,” The woman shrugged, as if not caring about the story to begin with. “Heard it through the grapevine, y'know. Probably just a rumor.”

“Yeah, prob'ly,” The doe answered, making sure to not look at her brother's eyes.

Before he had a moment to ask or say anything, the fox woman stood up, turning towards as cabinet behind her. “One moment, let me fetch the young man's key.” As she searched, Eros flashed an even more skeptical look to Emily, who merely responded with a sheepish smile and shrug.

“Alright, dear, here you go! Room 307 in the Petunia Building,” The fox said, handing a small, gold key to the buck. “I hope you don't mind a roommate. It shouldn't be long before you meet them.”

“Thank you very much,” Eros replied, taking the key. “Is there, uh, anything else I need to do?”

“Don't believe so, dear,” The fox answered. “Just make sure your class schedule is correct! You should be receiving an e-mail about it sometime soon.”

With that, the deer duo soon left, heading over to the Petunia Building. Emily led the way, naturally, though neither of the two seemed to have much else to say to each other, causing a bit of an awkward silence. What was obvious to the older sister was the fact that Eros looked quite tired, as he was trailing behind little by little. Wanting to help, the doe offered to carry her brother's bag for him, which he wordlessly allowed. Even if he didn't say much, he was still very grateful for this action. His back was starting to kill him.

The door to room number 307 creaked open, revealing the dorm to the deer siblings. As the two walked in, they took a quick look around, with neither one of them seeming too 'blown away' by the simple, dated decor. Emily had to wonder if the interior designer of this dorm assisted in creating her apartment, as she recognized the living room layout. A simple couch with a coffee table in front of it, attached to a kitchenette. Thankfully, the sink seemed to work, as did the refrigerator.

Emily plopped the heavy bag onto the couch, sighing in relief as she watched Eros walk in, shutting the door behind him. “...not that spacious, is it?”

“Nah, colleges don't really splurge for this kinda thing. Not when there are so many students,” Emily answered, stretching and groaning, thankful that she didn't have to lug Eros's luggage around any longer. “Phew... what, did mom pack you extra undies in this bag?” She joked, snickering as she watched her younger brother whirl around to face her, his unamused face blushing deeply.

“N-no!” He stammered, hurrying over to wrestle with his sister, as she began to unzip his bag. It was like she was trying to get on his nerves (or at least prove that she was right). “Emmy, stoppit!” He whined, grabbing her wrists as she began to cackle playfully.

“Aw, c'mon! I know she hooked you up with some fresh, new briefs for your fat butt!”

“Knock it off!” Eros begged, wrestling with the doe for a few seconds longer.

Emily looked into his tired eyes, feeling how little the buck seemed to resist. She knew his tone was insistent, but his energy was lacking. He really was tired. Feeling somewhat guilty, the doe let go of his bag and backed off, scoffing and rolling her eyes.

“Okay okay, fine! Ya big baby.”

The two stood in front of each other for another few seconds of awkward silence. Eros rubbed his arm as the doe looked to the side, not feeling comfortable enough to keep eye contact.

“...hey, I think that's your bedroom over there,” The doe pointed out, pointing to one of two doors. If her memory served her well, she figured one was a shared bedroom, while the other was a simple bathroom.

“...oh, yeah,” Eros answered, wasting no time in heading over to the left door. Once opened, he popped his head inside to take a peek, with Emily doing the same from behind him. The bedroom was about the size of the living room, with two beds on either side. Two desks and two drawers also furnished the room, so that Eros and his dormmate could at least store their clothes and do their work. Normally, the idea of having to share a bedroom with someone would make Eros' stomach churn, but at the very least there was a thin wall separating both sides, with two thin curtains acting as 'doorways' to either side of the room.

Eros wasted no time in moving towards the left, flopping himself onto the bed and sighing blissfully. “Auuuugh, yes... bed... comfy bed...” He murmured peacefully, nuzzling his muzzle into the pillow cutely.

Despite the cute display, Emily couldn't help but feel somewhat disgusted. Not with her brother, but more so with the fact that she had no idea who used the bed last. “Yeesh. Hope they at least sprayed that of bugs...” The doe paused a moment and snickered. “...or at least hid the jizz stains, right- Nubs?”

Eros couldn't react to her sister's gross attempt at humor, as he was now in a nice, deep sleep. He snored gently, not caring about much else other than getting some rest. Emile gave a small smirk and leaned against the doorway. “...welcome to college, Eros,” She sighed, shaking her head as she began to leave the dorm altogether.

“I'm sure he'll let me know if he needs advice... or at least ask his dorm mate whenever he arrives. Or she? Do they still not allow co-ed?” The doe thought to herself, standing in the main living room for a few seconds to think to herself. She looked around once more, giving a nostalgic sigh. “Damn... just like old times... 'cept I'm passing the torch.”

For a while, Emily didn't move from her spot, drinking in the rather disquieting silence. Guilt began to seep into her nerves as one of her hands scratched the back of her neck. Hoping to get her mind off of things, she pulled her phone out, opening one of her most well-used apps.

“...he's gonna be hungry when he wakes up. Let's see... here we go! Ming Moose!” She thought, beginning to place an order for Chinese take-out. “Who can say 'no' to lo mein and dumplings?”

After placing her order, the doe waited by the door, keeping it open to keep an eye out for the delivery person. She didn't want to wake up her tired brother, after all. After intercepting the rather large order, she thanked the delivery person and dropped off the two, heavy bags onto the coffee table. Not before rummaging around and sneaking out a box of shrimp fried rice and a fortune cookie, however.

“Nice... dinner!” She thought eagerly, smiling to herself as she sneaked back out of the dorm, closing the door behind her quietly. As she walked back to her scooter, she couldn't help but crack open her cookie, making sure to pocket the wrapping to toss away later. After devouring the cookie itself (even she couldn't deny her sweet tooth), she unfurled the tiny paper to read aloud.

“ The world begins anew ,” She read, scoffing a bit as she crumpled up the paper, tossing it inside a nearby garbage can. “How original.”

Once the doe reached her apartment once more, she sighed loudly, setting her food down on her counter and closing the door. “There ya go, mom... showed your 'baby boy' the ropes... what now?” Despite expecting a text message, or at least a missed phone call or two (or three... or five) from her mom, she was met with none when she looked at her phone. Setting it down on the counter next to her fried rice, Emily looked out into her apartment, sucking her teeth as she cringed at her mess.

“...yikes,” She exclaimed, seeing the irony in how she allowed her own living space to become so filthy, at least when compared to the clean (if boring) dormitory that her brother was now residing in. Leaning against the wall, she scanned her eyes around, observing different piles of clothes and trash.

“...the world does begin anew, huh?” She said to herself, sighing as she shook her head and began to pick up after herself. “Man, I hate having to learn lessons... and from a cookie of all things!”

As Emily cleaned up after herself, she realized that no, she wasn't doing this because of a cookie. She was doing this to be a better sister. A better person, even. She remained quiet, for the most part, chiding herself for allowing herself to be so... lazy.

“Even if _ I _ can't continue college...” Emily thought, tossing a pile of dirty shirts and panties into a hamper. “Then at least I can be proud of Eros. At least _ he _ still has a shot at this school thing.”

One set of underwear caught the punk girl's eyes, slowly lifting it as she eyed it over. “Oh shoot, I forgot about these...” She held them out with her fingers, stretching out the fabric to look over it better. “College Doe?” Emily read allowed, her eyes on the stretched-out, somewhat faded print of the rear end, which was surrounded by cartoon graduation caps and diplomas. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, tossing it with the rest of her clothes. “Aw man, I forgot mom made those for me. 'For good luck, Emmy!'” She mocked, shaking her head as she chuckled. “Shit, yeah right... thanks for the good luck, Mom...”

After a few seconds, she looked back at her underwear, turning her attention towards the window. She could see the skyline of the city reflecting the Sun, as the infamous “Golden Hour” began to illuminate the city with a charming, warm glow.

“...maybe one day I can finish what I started.”

Eros slept for only an hour or so before the scent of soy sauce and lo-mein began to invade his subconscious, stirring the young buck awake. “...zzzz-snrk, WHUH?! Oh... oh yeah! I'm... here,” He stated, yawning as he slowly sat up. The blinding light of the golden Sun made him wince a little, with light seeping in through his windows. “Damn..! Forgot where I was for a second,” He said to himself, his ears perking up. “...wait, shit, Emmy!”

He quickly scrambled out of bed, pushed the curtain aside, and hurried back into the main living quarters. He sighed and shook his head, putting a hand against his face. “Shoot, she must've left. Dammit!” The smell of food aroused his curiosity once more, making him look over at the coffee table. His eyes and ears perked up as he spotted the hefty bags of food. For a moment, his gurgling stomach didn't allow him the chance to think about where it came from as he soon began to dig through one of them. He didn't even seem to notice that it was already opened, with one item missing.

“Oh heck yes... dumplings! Oh, and veggie lo mein, my fav!” He beamed, his tail wagging a little bit. The incredibly long receipt that dangled on the paper bag caught his attention, causing Eros to tug it off and look at it. “Hm... 'E. Heartbottom'? I didn't order any-” The buck paused looking up in sudden realization. “...aw, dang. Well, thanks, Emmy...” He sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at it.

The only notifications that caught his immediate attention came from his mom, who had blown up his messages with plenty of texts, making sure he was okay and well-accommodated. With a scoff, he tossed the phone unceremoniously to the couch, letting it bounce uselessly. “Aw, geez, mom!” Eros groaned, setting the bag of food down. He'd have to thank his sister later. “Damn..! Well, at least I'm here now.”

Eros looked around the small, yet empty dormitory, a small smile growing on his face. “...I'm here... alone. By myself.” The buck giggled, starting to feel a little giddy. “Heh... no wonder Emily enjoyed college life so much,” He stated, narrowing his eyes. Feeling a little cheeky, Eros reached down to the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head and removing it.

“...eheh... no nosy sister to annoy me...” He began, twirling the article around playfully before letting it fly off, landing somewhere. “No parents to walk in on me...” He hummed, reaching down to unbutton and unzip his shorts. Instead of simply tugging them downwards, however, he lifted his hands, wiggling his hips in a teasing manner. It wasn't long before gravity took effect and made his pants tall down to his hooves, which he soon stepped out of and kicked off to the side.

At this point, Eros stood in nothing but his underwear. In his opinion, they were awfully... stupid. Given the fact that his mom made him this specific pair, however, it wasn't surprising. This pair was meant to be “good luck” for the young buck, supposedly. In his opinion, though, he failed to see what was 'good luck' about a tiny, snug pair of white, blue, and yellow briefs patterned in cartoony graduation caps and diplomas.

There was no denying the confidence boost the boy felt while wearing them, however. In fact, Eros wanted to see for himself just how good they looked on him. The boy sashayed towards the bathroom, his fluffy deer tail waggling happily the entire way. It wasn't a long journey, but the buck just couldn't help himself. Eros flicked the light on as he pranced inside of the bathroom, soon revealing himself to the full-body mirror. Taking a quick peek around, he was thankful that the bathroom was large enough to fit a shower, toilet, and towel/medicine cabinet. He also made a mental note to stock up on toilet paper at some point. And shampoo. And medical supplies. “Maybe mom could help..?” He thought to himself.

Not feeling deterred by his lack of supplies, Eros looked back at the mirror, his eyes trailing over his slender, half-naked body once more. The buck recognized his slender and somewhat scrawny build. Knowing that he never really worked out, he never imagined that he looked like a Greek God, in terms of muscle or build. In his opinion, he looked awfully... asymmetrical. Despite his skinny, somewhat bony chest, slender stomach, and noodle-like arms, his waist and hips revealed a slight hourglass shape. His butt and thighs were rather fatty as well, and there was no denying those feminine hips.

Usually, the young buck would feel nothing but shame as he looked over his pathetic body, knowing he could do more to make it look more 'acceptable', in terms of how the boy viewed society. Right now, however, as he turned his back to the mirror, looking over his shoulder to view his fat ass in his underwear, he couldn't help but feel pride. Even with the embarrassing printed text of “Mommy's Special College Buck!” stretched out over his bum, Eros stuck his tongue out teasingly, reaching a hand back to jiggle and smack his cheeks. As he watched them wobble, he couldn't help but snicker at the sight, repeating the action even harder. Loud swats were audible to the giddy deer boy, which only added to his enjoyment.

“Dang... now this is a cake worth eating!” Eros joked, laughing as he shook his rear some more. “Yessir... got that patented 'femboy bubble butt' that ya see online!” He said, hyping himself up as he danced around in his underwear. Eros felt his erection start to stir awake, stretching out his underwear ever-so-slightly. This only tightened his underwear, adding to the erotic nature of his little personal strip tease.

“Mom may be a bit much, sometimes, but damn, she can make some undies!” He whistled, patting his butt a few more times as he hummed and danced. “Mm-mmh, boy! Any bigger, and I'll have to size up!”

Eros giggled and shut his eyes as he danced happily to himself, gripping the doorframe and rubbing his body all over the walls. In his head, he was covered in glitter and baby oil, dancing to hyperpop music before an audience of hundreds. “Nnf, ah... hah!” He huffed to himself, humming to a song only he could hear. “Nnf... yeah, ladies... gentlemen..! This is all 100% authentic venison!” He giggled coyly, starting to rub his hands over his body. “A lovely amount of lean...” He cooed, rubbing his hands over his chest, gasping gently as his fingers caressed his perked nipples.

“...and a delicious amount of juicy, juicy fat!” He groaned, smacking his cotton-covered behind a few more times, as if doing so before the crowd of people in his head.

As Eros stepped away from the bathroom, he began to strut back into the living room, arms stretched over his head as he shut his eyes. “If y'all wanna see more, y'all better line up!” He laughed, using a finger to cheekily tug at the waistband of his underwear. “Cuz this buck don't reveal his badonkadonk for nothin'! Get them dolla-dolla bills out, baby, cuz this boy's ready to reveal everything for-”

The buck looked over his shoulder, his eyelids fluttering open for a brief second. Instead of an empty room, as he expected, Eros' eyes met the gaze of a very tall, yet somewhat tubby giraffe. Their eyes were wide, though seemed much smaller than usual due to their thick glasses. Much like what Eros had been wearing earlier, the stranger's outfit was simple, casual, and somewhat nerdy. Baggy blue jeans and a simple, black “Skyrim” t-shirt adorned the tall, rusty red-haired giraffe.

“...someone,” Eros finished, his tone quickly changing to a bashful, awkward one. How long have they been standing there?! For what felt like the longest time, both Eros and the giraffe stared into each other's eyes. The buck could see his eyes flick downwards every so often, no doubt looking at his underwear-covered booty cheeks. Finally, Eros dug up what little dignity he had and spoke directly to the giraffe. “...hi.” The buck flashed a highly embarrassed, cheeky smile to the stranger, standing upright and blushing a deep crimson hue. His hands clapped over his ass, as if that would solve the issue of him being exposed.

“Hey..!” The giraffe finally answered, their face flushed a deep pink color. This certainly wasn't what they were expecting when they retrieved the keys to their dorm. Their eyes kept glazing downwards, as if subconsciously wanting to see more of this deer's fat butt. It was clear that this situation was less than ideal for the two of them, so the giraffe finally turned their head away, clearing his throat awkwardly. This gave Eros enough time to scramble forward, using the bag of Chinese food as a cover for his nudity.

“I... am so sorry..!” Eros began, a nervous look growing on his face as he began to explain himself. He was lucky the bag of food was covering his crotch, otherwise his giraffe roommate would definitely see his firm brief bulge! “I-I was alone, and-and I had just woken up..! And, y'know, I haven't uh, b-been away from home before! I'm not used t-to this kinda privacy, s-so uh, I-I... uh, I... well, I took off my clothes- not to do anything weird, obviously! B-but it felt good to, uh... b-be n-naked, s-so-”

“Dude... nice undies!” The giraffe cut in. Expecting something more mocking or cruel, the buck was quite surprised when his roommate showed nothing but non-ironic admiration for his state of undress. He didn't even laugh at him! Looking for any sort of tell of a lie, Eros could only see the giraffe's tail swish around. If he didn't know any better, he could even see a... smile? Not a mean one, but one that showed eagerness and solidarity.

The buck had no clue how to respond to this. At least not initially. “Oh! Um... thank you?” He replied with a large, bashful smile. His fluffy tail waggled slowly behind him as he shifted around awkwardly. The giraffe stepped in a little farther, shutting the door behind him as they bit their lip.

“N-no prob. I'm Eugene.”

“Eros,” The buck answered, a small smile forming on his face. Peeking down, the half-nude boy reached into the bag, pulling out a large, foil box and offering it towards his dormmate. “...dumpling?”