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The end of summer brought with it the new semester. The sweltering heat of August would persist through September until it broke into cool nights and chattering leaves. People raced around campus getting their orientations finished and scooping up any classes that were dropped from higher classmen. The year was starting to show its age with the tips of the trees blending to their fall colors, but the semester was fresh and young. New expectations were being set with each new syllabus and everyone was getting into the swing of college life again. One in particular was looking forward to the new year.

“Yo Michael!” A cheetah in a sky blue jersey and shorts shouted as he jogged up to the bunny.

“Dude! Quill!” Michael shot back, the light brown bun smiled and waved him down, wearing the same jersey.

“Fuck man, how was your summer?” The cheetah came up and did a one hand hug around the bun. “Got a girlfriend yet? Got a boyfriend?” Quill bounced his brows.

“Like I could afford to have one right now,” Michael hugged his friend back, being careful to keep his soccer ball pinned beneath his arm, the bun was tall and broad. He was just over six feet and was filled out with powerful athletic muscle, his legs bulky and calves cut. “Between the time I spend at practice and my classes I barely get enough sleep as it is.”

“Yeah, I get ya,” Quill pulled back, the cat just a few inches short of the bun’s fohawk. “I mean, I’ve been seeing this cutie, but she likes keeping it super casual.”

“Nice dude, I wouldn’t turn down some action when it comes my way,” Michael smiled, bumping fists with his teammate. “I missed you at the frat. You get here late or something?”

“Yeah, I just got in yesterday. My classes didn’t start until today anyway, so I could afford the extra down time.”

“Fuck you dude,” Michael smacked his friend’s chest playfully. “I’d kill for some downtime like that. How’d you manage to get a Monday off as a sophomore?”

“Easy,” Quill smirked. “I came up with my schedule before I registered and did it at midnight to get the slots I wanted.”

“Well, at least I know you’re dedicated to slacking off,” Michael shrugged, his floppy ears having been tied back. “You pumped for this season though?” The bun lifted his soccer ball up and spun it like a basketball on his finger.

“Shit dude, I know you are,” Quill flashed a big grin. “With the seniors out from last year, you’re bound to be the star player. You were first pick for team captain too. Everyone fucking loves you man.”

“Yeah,” Michael sniffed and looked off to the side. “I know.” He finished with a cocky smirk.

“Dude, you won’t even have to work to get bitches anymore. They’ll be throwing themselves at you.” Quill smirked.

“Dude, I just said I don’t have a boyfriend. I got MAD bitches.” Michael lightly shoved his friend as they went out to the quad. “Besides, why do you care?”

“Because all the sluts with no confidence will try to get to you through your best friend,” Quill smiled, a light blush forming on his face as his shorts grew a little tighter. “Fuck dude, this is when college is really going to take off for us.”

“Still riding my coat-tails?” Michael chuckled. “Dude, you can be kind of pathetic sometimes.”

“Pathetic, but my balls will be empty! HEY-O! Up-Top!” Quill lifted his hand for his friend to give him a high-five. When Michael didn’t smack his hand back Quill took his free hand and clapped. “Really, you’d leave me hanging like that?”

“You can be such a dork,” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s my dorky charm that makes you so likeable by contrast,” Quill shrugged. “Either way, I’m sure once we’ve won our first game, we’ll be swarming with people just dying to drop their panties for us.”

The two found a grassy spot on the quad and tossed the ball back and forth, seeing who could keep it up the longest without using their hands. Quill managed to keep it up five or six times, but Michael was bouncing it from foot to foot, his large and powerful feet making it easy to keep the ball aloft.

“Impressed?” Michael smirked.

“Nah, pat your head and rub your belly at the same time and maybe we’ll talk,” Quill joked.

“Shut up man,” Michael smiled and rolled his eyes, only needing to adjust slightly to keep the ball going. “Hey, where is everyone? Normally more people are out.”

“Well, turn around,” Quill grunted. “That little theater nerd’s soaking up all the eyes like some attention whore.”

Michael knew who Quill was talking about before he even finished turning around. There was quite a crowd of people forming a sunburst on the quad and haloing the bane of Michael’s existence.

Merlin, the damn deer fox sat with a simple green shirt that read “CAST” in bright yellow letters and a pair of purple jean shorts. He was giggling, covering his mouth as he held a sandwich in the other. His dainty features still plump with young muscle, his little six point antlers a crown above his head.

Merlin was some Broadway, wannabe, city boy who got the lead role in the university’s production of “Be More Chill” last year despite being a freshman. Even the seniors that year who spent years honing their skills just couldn’t compare to his acting ability or his voice. He stole the show, was the talk of the damn town, printed in every local paper even in the city’s Star Ghazel. Despite having stolen a bunch of people’s dreams, they all still loved him. The university adored him as he packed seats and sold out tickets all year round. Apparently the school’s box office was getting calls all hours of the day asking what the production would be this year and how to get ahold of good tickets.

Michael was the youngest team captain in nearly thirty years! He was projected to carry his team to the nationals! Where was his adoring fans and throngs of friends? Sure, he had his teammates, but they had to fall in line and like him. He had his bros at the frat, but they liked him for his ability to drink and party, not his athletics. He was a fucking master soccer player with scouts already working with his coach for deals once he graduates. What did that little horned fox prick get all the attention.

“Catch,” Michael ordered and kicked the ball to Quill who caught it right in his solar plexus.

“Fuck dude! That hurt. Maybe give a guy a little more warning next time.” Quill griped.

“Shut up, you’ll live,” Michael waived off his concern, but kept his eyes trained on that fox. He hoped he could feel his hatred burning on him, searing into his forehead. “That little shit needs to be taken down a peg or two.”

“I agree, but, um…how would you do that?” Quill carried the ball under his arm. “The dude is Teflon. I tried to sniff some dirt up on him last year but all I heard was that he’s got a cunt.”

“He’s a cunt boy?” Michael raised a brow. “You’re joking?”

“No fake dude,” Quill lifted his hands. “That’s why they gave him his own dressing room to be more comfortable.”

“Or it’s because he was the star of the show, dumbass,” Michael rolled his eyes.

“I heard it from Terra, his friend,” Quill smirked. “They were pulling some serious middle school shit and were asking me, if I’d ask you, if you’d want to go out with Merlin.”

“What? Seriously? Why am I just hearing about this now?” Michael crossed his arms, his sneaker tapping on the ground in annoyance.

“You were nailing that one chick after that game you scored like half our goals,” Quill smirked. “You think I was going to interrupt you nailing a rival team’s cheerleader? Hell no!”

“I mean, why didn’t you tell me before now?” Michael sighed.

“Why do you care,” Quill shrugged. “You were always so vocal about how much you hated the guy. I told Terra to lick rust and went and nailed the chick in the mascot costume. Surprisingly spry that bitch. I can’t even remember what her name was. All I remember was that gopher mask…”

“Yo!” Michael clapped his hands to pull Quill out of his memories. “Focus! You’re sure it was Terra saying this? Do you remember what she said?”

“Dude, that was like, almost a full year ago,” Quill groaned and ran his hands over his face, pulling at the bottoms of his eyelids as the ball fell from his arm. Michael stopped it from rolling off with his foot. “I don’t remember, but apparently the little horned vixen thought you were…I don’t know. I think Terra said the word hot? Either way, I told her no.”

Michael looked back at the deer-fox. He swore he caught those emerald eyes locking with his for just a second. The bun gave a sly grin as a very dark thought played at his mind.

“Ya know, why don’t you send Terra an invite to the frat party this weekend. Make sure to tell her that Michael wanted to give her a plus one.”

“Sure, but why?” Quill shrugged.

“Just listen to your captain,” Michael crossed his arms. “I’ll be sure that the only thing anyone’s talking about this year is going to be how we took nationals.”

…and how everyone’s favorite thespian dropped out.

***

The frat house was actually quite well maintained despite the numerous ragers that went on. Most of the pledges cleaned well enough and the owner of the actual house was an alumni who knows how boys can be, so he kept the place well maintained and turned a blind eye to the amount of empty alcohol bottles in the recycling bin. The parties were always legendary, especially when everyone came back to town. It was a huge night of drinking, partying, hot tubbing, and most of all, rutting! There would be hardly a dry dick in the house by the time the night would be over, and everyone knew that. Anyone looking to fuck or be fucked could walk through those doors and leave with empty balls or with a happy limp.

“You sure they’re coming?” Michael asked, leaning on the railing of the veranda that wrapped around the old Victorian home. He wore a ball cap with his ears pulled out the back, a cutoff tank and some tight shorts.

“Dude, yes!” Quill groaned, “I promise you, they said they were coming. You want to see the DMs?”

“Nah,” Michael groaned before gulping down some beer from his solo cup, his powerful Adam’s apple bouncing. “I’m sure they’ll come.”

“Yeah, I bet they will cum,” Quill chuckled at his own joke. “Fuck, how many beers have I had?”

“Four,” Michael huffed. “A skinny thing like you should slow down. I won’t be able to help clean your puke this time.”

“Yeah, your big mysterious plan that’ll somehow get rid of our Merlin problem,” Quill rolled his eyes. “I’m just hoping to go down on that Terra girl. She’s hot as hell.”

“She’s the leading lady for a reason,” Michael sipped his drink, but then he spotted them walking up the sidewalk. Merlin was wearing a light wind breaker and those purple jean shorts. The fox’s crimson coat was spackled with white spots like a fawn would, his mixed heritage being a buck vixen showing. His long fluffy tail wafted behind him, his silky fur glinting in the streetlamps glow as he walked up with Terra, the busty lynx giggling as she walked them up.

Michael smiled, his whiskers twitching as he did so.

“There’s our Jeremy and Christine!” Michael called the two by their stage names from last year’s play. “Glad you two could make it.”

“Yeah,” Terra scoffed, her teal hot pink top showing her nips were hard and braless. “After our last little run in I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with us.” She crossed her arms as she glared up at the two guys from the walkup.

“You kidding me?” Michael hoisted himself over the railing and landed on his feet with a powerful thud, his drink not spilling a drop as he walked over to the two, getting so close he had to look down over his pecs to see the little deer-fox’s antlers. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

“Uh huh,” Terra cocked a brow. “You could have come seen our play for that.”

“Terra,” Merlin finally spoke up, his face glowing red. “No need for the third degree. You said you’d let it go.”

“Yeah, I say a lot of things, I’m an actor,” Terra flipped her hair back. “Not every day someone has the balls to tell me to eat glass and flirt with a dude in a mascot costume.”

Quill nearly spat out his drink, but gulped it down before answering.

“A dude? No, their mascot is a girl,” Quill managed to shuck out a response.

“Either way,” Michael stopped the conversation from getting out of control and slipped an arm around Merlin’s shoulder. The bun’s natural musk and deodorant wafted from his pit as he guided Merlin away from his friend. “He doesn’t speak for me. I hear you wanted to see me specifically, cutie?”

Merlin’s face turned beat red, his words soft and inaudible over the music.

“No need to be shy,” Michael smirked.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going with Merlin?” Terra huffed and made to go after them, but Quill came over and blocked her.

“Hey, Michael is just making sure Merlin feels welcome,” Quill slung his arm around Terra’s shoulder. “Ya know, show him the frat and get him a drink. Nothing your male lead can’t handle.”

“Yeah, but he’s not used to these kinds of situations—”

“He’s in good hands,” Quill cut off Terra and guided her in, the feline giving little resistance until Quill said the magic words. “Here, let me show you where the Jell-O shots are.”

Michael didn’t quite catch the rest of their conversation as the first part of their plan was put into action. Divide and conquer through liquor. That’s when Michael felt Merlin starting to duck, almost to slip out of his arm, but the big bun stopped and looked down at him.

“Hey, you doin’ okay?” Michael put a finger beneath the deer fox’s chin and had him look up into his eyes. The fox’s face burned red as his emerald eyes practically glowed. “Just stick with me. I’ll keep you safe. Ain’t no one gunna fuck with ya while you’re on my arm.”

That did the trick. Merlin clung to Michael closer, the rest of the party goers giving him a wide birth to the card tables that were overflowing with booze.

“Oh…I…” Merlin finally spoke up.

“What? Hard liquor not your thing? We got beer in the kitchen,” Michael popped the lid off a container, bloated gummy bears filling it to the brim. “Or are vodka gummies more your speed?”

“Oh,” Merlin picked up one of the bears and it slipped from his fingers, the thing hitting the floor and was kicked somewhere onto the dancefloor where someone complained about the sticky floor. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

“Hey don’t sweat it,” Michael clenched his fist in his other hand. He had to keep it cool or he’d chase him off. “Plenty more where that came from. How about we play a game. I’ll take two gummies and you take one. Sound fun?”

“Sure,” Merlin nodded.

Michael had to suppress a devious smirk. He was going to love nailing this bitch’s ass to the fucking wall.

“Bottom’s up!” Michael took two gummies and tossed them in the air, expertly catching both in his maw and slurping them down.

***

“Yeah! I love this song!” Merlin shouted over the thrum of the bass, using his empty solo cup as a microphone as he screamed along to the lyrics.

“Look at you, little thespian,” Michael smirked, having only been sipping on beer to maintain a light buzz and nothing more. “Looks like you’re finally coming out of your shell.”

“Oh, I’m the life of the fucking party!” Merlin shouted over the music. “I just don’t usually go to these kinds of things, but I’m so glad it’s, like, this amazing thing! No wonder you guys throw parties all the time.”

“Looks like you’re empty, want another drink?” Michael asked.

“Fuck yeah!” Merlin shouted and gripped Michael by the arm, the little guy lead him back into the kitchen. As they passed through the archway, it was much more quiet. Michael chuckled and wrapped his arm around the little deer fox and brought him over to the mixers.

The bun was surprised at how much fun he was having. He thought he’d have to grin and bear having fun with the little shit, but it was a surprisingly fun night with the little guy.

“So, do you want a light one, or do you want to feel something?” Michael asked as he filled the little deer-fox’s cup with ice.

“Oh, I want to feel something,” Merlin leaned in and ran his hand over Michael’s abs.

“See, now you’re getting brave,” Michael smirked. “You know. If you wanted to go upstairs, all you needed to do was ask.”

“Yo! Mikey!” A bull walked into the kitchen.

“Bryce! My Man!” Michael did the typical one-hand bro hug with the big bull. “You enjoying the party?”

“Hell’s yeah, but I wanted to ask about your little butt buddy over there,” Bryce nodded to Merlin who was mixing his own drink, his emerald eyes glittering as he poured a generous amount of vodka over his ice. “You I couldn’t help but notice he’s good to go.”

“Excuse me?” Michael cocked a brow.

“Dude, he’s primed and ready for a good pounding. I’m not going to let that sweet piece of ass pass out and miss out. You gunna fuck him or what?”

“What’s happenin’ over here?” Merlin came over, sipping on his drink and curling his nose before sipping again.

“Hey cutie, how you doin?” Bryce smirked, slicking back a loose lock of hair that had fallen from his man bun.

“I’m doing great,” Merlin chirped.

“Hey, you want to—gak!”

Bryce was cut off as Michael lifted his leg, his foot slamming onto Bryce’s thick bull neck and pinning him to the wall. The bun was extremely flexible, still able to stand up right and put an arm around Merlin’s shoulders.

“Back off Bryce,” Michael huffed. “The bitch is mine.”

Merlin jumped, spilling some of his drink, but he got closer to Michael in the process.

“I…Chill dude!” Bryce tried to say, putting his hand on Michael’s calf, only for the bun’s thick toes to grip harder on the bull’s throat.

“Why don’t you get something to drink,” Michael huffed, removing his paw from the bull’s neck. “Sounds like you got something in your throat. You’re speaking nonsense.”

Bryce coughed and snorted, but staggered off towards the drinks, giving the big bun a dirty look.

“Oh…so…I’m your bitch?” Merlin looked up at the bun.

“Oh, yeah, sorry didn’t mean no disrespect,” Michael chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “It’s just the way some of the bros talk. Must have been out of habit.”

“No…that’s okay…You can call me…your…bitch…” Merlin’s face glowed red. Michael’s brows rose in surprise, but then his mouth melted into a sly smirk.

“You’re a kinky little fucker, aren’t you, little thespian,” Michael pulled him closer, using his other hand to force the deer-fox’s chin up. “You like it when I call you my bitch?”

“I…yes,” Merlin blinked.

“You like being roughed up a bit?”

“I…I like it a lot…” Merlin nodded.

“You want me to rough you up a bit?” Michael smirked darkly.

“I…yeah,” Merlin nodded.

“Good girl,” Michael rumbled softly before gipping Merlin’s scruff roughly and forcing his head back. Merlin gave a little yip, spilling his drink on the floor. Despite his rigid body, his face still burned red, his lips parting for him to pant.

“That’s a good little bitch,” Michael leaned in and dove his tongue into Merlin’s muzzle. The little thing chirped and murred, his tail swishing back and forth as they made out in the kitchen. “Now, you going to be my good little slut?”

Michael could feel Merlin trying to nod despite the grip on his scruff. It almost looked like Michael was forcing the deer-fox to nod.

“Good, now, how rough do you want it? You want a little slap here and there, or,” Michael leaned into the deer-fox’s ear. “Do you want me to bang you around so hard I void your warranty?”

“Oh ffffff-that one,” Merlin moaned. “Please?”

Michael didn’t need any more encouragement. He reached down and scooped up the vulpine and threw him over his shoulder, his meaty hand gripping Merlin’s firm, round ass cheek. Michael swaggered out of the kitchen, several of the bros whistling and clapping as the bun took his prize up the stairs, the thrum of the party dissipating as they found themselves in the star soccer player’s bedroom.

Michael closed the door, the room relatively clean from moving in recently, but some of his dirty clothes lined the floor. He shirked the deer-fox off his shoulder and had him fall onto the bed. Merlin bounced with a surprised yip before splaying out on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and his toe beans flexing. He was about to prop himself up on his elbows when Michael’s large foot paw pushed down on his chest, pinning the little deer-fox to the bed.

“Oh no, bitch,” Michael grinned darkly as he peeled his shirt off, exposing his strong chest. “I’ll tell you when you can get up.”

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