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“Tonight the Proletariat will not bend their knee to the Bolsheviks… tonight the people will rise against the oppression of the elites… tonight we party hard and drink even harder. Come to my house and share the true meaning of communism and socialism with us.

Comrades, brothers, sisters… rise.

Alexeii.”

Read the invitation on the black board in the lobby of the college’s cafeteria. Many a student stood in front of the poster and were discussing the possibility of a whole night of partying and drinking at the house of one of this year's most popular students.

Alexeii had only enrolled in this college last semester, after he had moved over the great pond last year, but his laid back persona and easy going nature, paired with his good looks had quickly made him a popular student among his peers.

Most found his still pretty much persistent accent endearing, and his eagerness to fit in and learn the ins and outs of his new country engaging.

It helped that he had a great sense of humor and was not above some self aware irony. Hence the invitation sounding like he was going to overthrow a despotic government.

When the evening came, his home was invaded by uprising masses of the people, ready to join the fight for their right to party. Quickly the number of guests overwhelmed the capacity of the house itself and so the party spilled out of the building and onto the front- and backyard. The doors and windows of the house were opened and the beats of some east european hardstyle band blared throughout the neighborhood, serving as a beacon for even more people to easily find the party central for this night.

More and more students and friends arrived, bringing with them more alcohol and whatnot to please the hunger and thirst of the participants of the festivities. Alexeii was everywhere, greeting the guests, joining conversations and being an overall good host.

One of the guests, an already quite drunken bear, came towards Alexeii and two girls he was conversing with. He swayed a little left and right while trying to dodge some of the other guests. In the end he bumped into Alexeii and almost pushed him onto the hyena standing in front of him. Still smiling, the host looked at the girl, reassuring himself that he had not spilled any of his Vodka on her, before turning towards the bear.

“Sweet party dude.”

Slurred the bear and Alexeii grinned widely.

“Thanks man. What can I do for you? Do you need anything?”

He asked loud enough to drone out the loud music. His guest looked at him for a moment and seemed to have lost his thread somewhere.

“No dude. I’m …I’mma fine. But dude, nice house … where did you get that?”

The bear looked around in awe. And indeed his parents House was a nice one indeed, and if they were home, they would have never let him have this party. But they weren’t. They were out of town for the week, over at Niagara Falls for some esoteric workshop and so the house was his and his brother’s for the whole week.

He would have his party with everything that comes with it, and his brother and he would be spending the rest of the week trying to get the house back into livable shape afterwards.

“From a real estate broker I’d say.”

He stated in an amused tone and the bear laughed, slapped his shoulder and shook his head.

“Oh dude, you are the funniest there is…”

The big brown teddy slurred before stumbling away towards some other guests, who were firing up their bong while lounging under one of the trees in the backyard. His hollering was clearly audible over the music, while Alexeii shook his head and turned back to the girls he had been talking to.

“Who’s house is this?”

Asked the hyena girl and Alexeii smiled, sipping on his drink.

“It’s my parents' house, they are out of town for the week.”

He said truthfully and the girls nodded while looking around in shock.

“You do know, that those guys will trash it over the course of this night? Don’t you?”

The other girl, a cute otter wearing a skintight jumpsuit that accentuated her curves, asked and Alexeii shook his head.

“Aaaah it’s not gonna be that bad… my brother and I will get it back into shape in no time… My parents will never know.”

He denied and both girls looked at him in disbelief.

“You have a brother? Where is he?”

Asked the hyena and Alexeii looked around real quick before pointing upwards.

“Actually I have two brothers, but my younger brother is with my parents, Artjom is my older brother, he is more of a loner, not that much of a party popper. He is most likely in his room upstairs.”

He stated and downed the rest of his Vodka. The hyena girl stepped a bit closer and looked him in the eyes.

“Is he good looking?”

Alexeii grinned and presented himself to her.

“Am I not enough for you?”

He asked with a meaningful smile, making the girls giggle.

“All men in my family are good looking, it’s the caucasian genes.”

He added letting his thick accent take the reins for just one sentence, as he was proud of his heritage. His family was proud to have been purebred for generations. All of them, going back for at least five hundred years, had been black wolves. Not one single one had been of any other color. Alexeii and Artjom were no exception.

Alexeii knew he was good looking, and he worked hard for it. He knew he could have any girl if he did so much as offered her a chance.

“Caucasian, ehh?”

Asked the otter and looked him up and down, licking her lips.

“Yeah, all the way from Mother Russia.”

He said jokingly. His family had come to the states from Russia, seeking better opportunities for his father to earn money, and to get away from an ever more oppressive regime.

The cute girl in her jumpsuit sported a sly smile.

“Oh, confess, you’re a KGB agent here to spy on us.”

At that comment Alexeii looked at her in utter disbelief. It took them all a moment but then they burst into laughing and Alexeii almost snorted his Vodka and coughed two times before regaining his composure and leaned in to the girl.

“Blyat! You got me there! But shhhh… don’t tell anyone.”

He whispered just loud enough for them to understand and they all laughed hard. Alexeii looked in his glass and grinned.

“Gonna need more fuel if I want to keep up with you lovely girl, don’t run away, I’ll be back in a yiffy.”

The two girls waved him off giggling and chittering excitedly, while he went off to the kitchen to get a refill. On his way he greeted some more guests and high fived a bunch more. He smiled wide as he saw some jock from the football team hitting on two girls simultaneously on the couch. That stud even seemed to be successful in his attempts.

“Yoo, get yourselves a room… or even better a bush!”

He called them out and the jock lifted a hand flipping him off. He shook his head and went on. In the kitchen, the party was raging hard, no closet was left unopened and unrummaged. He did not care for the moment, he knew that would happen, he would deal with it later… perhaps. For the moment Alexeii satisfied his need with another glass of Vodka.

As he poured the clear liquid into his tumbler someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“Um, excuse me.”

The lovely voice attached to the tapping hand made herself heard. With a winning smile Alexeii turned around and looked at the beautiful young woman standing in front of him, hand still raised.

“Oh hello beautiful, what can I do for you?”

He asked, letting his accent roll a bit more off his tongue. She smiled sheepishly at him.

“Um… I… someone told me this is your house…”

She began and Alexeii nodded, still smiling.

“... Um… I am searching the bathroom…”

She fidgeted with her fingers while looking at him expectantly. Alexeii laughed out loud and nodded again.

“Sure darling. Bathroom is on the upper floor, second door to the right.”

He said in a jovial tone and pointed her to the staircase, on which a couple of girls were making out. The girl nodded and turned around, following his directions she went off. Smiling Alexeii looked after her, focusing on her swishing tail and her swaying hips.

“Lovely, absolutely lovely. Gonna need to find me one of those later.”

He mumbled and sipped at his glass before looking around in the kitchen and the adjacent living room. Chaos reigned in his house. He shook his head and laughed out loud, leaving the kitchen and entering said living room.

“Heeeey… Party people…”

He shouts out and raises his hand, the crowd hollers their approval in his direction as he crosses through the room and out to the back yard in search for the two girls he had spoken to earlier.

…

On the upper floor, it was much quieter. Sure the loud music still droned up here as well, but there were almost no people up here. It was still too early for most of the guests to retreat to any given “closets” to give in to carnal desires. The girl in her search for a toilet had climbed past the girls on the stairs that were very much too preoccupied with one another to give way to some passer by. When she finally managed to get past them, by more or less climbing over them, she stood in the hallway of the second floor. In her slightly intoxicated state, she was unable to remember what Alexeii had said, which one of the doors would lead to her desired location.

“Which door had he said?”

She asked herself and looked at the identical doors that were placed symmetrically down the hallway. She shrugged her shoulders and simply began to open one door after the next, looking into the room behind it and walking to the next one.

Artjom was in his room. He had been strictly against the party, as he knew the majority of the cleanup would be relegated to him anyway, as his brother, though very intelligent and very popular with everyone he met, was an absolute lost cause, when it came to manual labour.

He had told him, this time he would not let him off the hook. He would drag him out of bed, or wherever he would find him in the morning, together with whoever was unlucky enough to still be there when he would wake up, and they would clean up this mess together.

He would use lethal force if necessary, that much he had threatened his little brother with.

But for the moment he laid on his bed, in his birthday suit, upper body resting on some pillows against the headboard of his bed. He had put on his headphones and was listening to some relaxing music while reading “War and Peace” from Tolstoi.

His coat was of the same color as his brothers, and most of his family for that matter, jet-black. In the semi-darkness of his room, only lit by his reading lamp on the nightstand next to his bed, the dark color of his fur made almost all of his features blur into one black silhouette. Only his eyes stood out as the white paper reflected the light of the small lamp back into them.

He loved laying naked on his bed and reading good old books. It soothed his ever wandering mind and grounded him in reality. Deep inside it excited him, that at any given moment the door to his room could open and some random party-guest could spill into his den, seeing him all “au naturelle”.

He would have his fun looking straight at their faces, grinning his best predatory smile and oh so slowly covering his shame with one of the most renowned books ever written. He would look at them with an expression of: “What? Never seen a naked wolf before?”, letting his eyes wander down his body and ever so slowly uncover his crotch again.

And then he would wait and see what would happen. Thinking of it alone made him all giddy.

Unbeknownst to him, his little plan would come to fruition sooner than he had anticipated, as the girl seeking the restroom grabbed his door knob at that very moment. She knocked at the door and without waiting for an answer pushed it open, not expecting the room to be occupied at all. She looked straight at Artjom, and true to his plan, he smiled a toothy grin at her, slowly lowering his book and raising his eyebrows. She looked at him in utter shock, sure she did not see too much, as his body is more or less a contourless black figure laying on the bed, but she was very much able to see he did not wear anything at all. She swallowed, but before he could enact the next phase of his plan, she starts stammering:

“Ba… bathroom?”

At this the black wolf only turned his head towards the small door at the side of his room, leading to his little bath en suite. She followed his gaze and spotted the door which was only slightly ajar. Looking back at him she smiled sheepishly and rushed over to the door and slipped through it, closing it behind her.

Artjom looked after her and with the door to his little bathroom closed, he looked down at his book. He would continue reading, softly shaking his head in amusement.

In his bathroom, the girl quickly pulled down her panties and sat down, relaxing herself. Her face lost all tension as the relief washed over her. Now that the rush for a restroom was over and she had made it without major incidents, she looked around.

As per usual, the bath en suite was a small, slightly cramped room, in which the architect had cramped a toilet, a shower tub, a basin and one of those good old fashioned laundry chutes. For a young man, the room was surprisingly orderly. Only a few things were in here. Sure there were some towels and in the shower there was some shower gel and some shampoo - she realized it was from the same brand she always used - and on the basin’s little shelf were some items for the daily hygiene routine, all neatly aligned and stacked.

“Hmmm nice to see that men are at least capable of living in a civilized manner.”

She mumbled to herself before finishing her business and pulling up her panties again. As she flushed and turned back to the door, she remembered.

“Wait… he did lay naked on the bed now, didn’t he?”

She questioned herself and could feel herself blush. She touched her cheek and smiled. Why did she blush? It was by far not the first time she had seen a naked man, let alone a good looking one. So why had he such an effect on her?

“Maybe it is ‘cause he just did not give a damn about it?”

She mumbled, remembering how much a fuzz the boys normally made out of it, when a girl saw them naked. Most would be embarrassed to the extreme, while others would show off their goods as if they were the gods gift to womanhood. While all of them loved to look… no, stare at girls when they were naked. But he did not seem to care. He had just looked at her, almost as if he wasn’t even interested.

“Maybe he’s gay…”

She mused and grabbed the doorknob.

“... only one way to find out…”

She added in a low voice and smiled, feeling her cheeks glow even more.

Twisting the knob she slowly pushed open the door and looked over to him. He was still laying on the bed reading his book in peace, listening to his music. He looked at peace with himself and the world and she could see his finger tapping in the rhythm the music dictated. Her smile widened as she entered the room proper again, pushing the door closed behind her.

“Erm… so… who are you?”

She asked, trying to keep her voice sounding innocent and cute, while crossing her arms behind her back, pushing out her breasts some more. Artjom looked up to her, slowly pulling his headphones off his head and laying the book on his chest this time, letting her get the full view. Slowly a relaxed smile painted itself on his lips, showing her his vicious teeths.

“Artjom. Nice to meet you.”

He said in his low and quiet tone. His accent was still very thick in his speech, but it only added to his mysterious character, making him even more attractive to her. He raised his eyebrows a bit, looking her up and down.

“And you might be…?”

He asked, still keeping his voice low. She giggled and softly and smiled back at him, her blush reached her ears by now, coloring the insides of them in a nice vibrant pink.

“Oh I am Juliet, but you can call me Julie. And I am very happy to meet you too.”

She said, trying not to sound too excited, but it was noticeably hard for her to hold back. She came a step closer to the bed and looked at him, letting her gaze roam over his naked form.

“So…”

She paused as her eyes lingered a bit on his midsection, making him tilt his head slightly.

“... why are you not downstairs with the others, having a ball?”

She asked as her eyes came back up to his face. Artjom shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“Am not so much a party lion as my little brother. I prefer my evenings calm… and cozy…”

He explained quietly, letting his eyes roam his bed and his own body, before returning to look at her, starting at her knees and slowly walking his eyes up her long legs over her much too short skirt and tight shirt and after scaling her mounds, back up to her face.

Julie smiled and swished her tail behind her in a relaxed fashion, as she clearly saw and felt him checking her out, and going by his reaction to her, he had liked what he had seen.

“Cozy… I see…”

She said and came another step closer, now standing directly at the bed. Artjom looked at her and smiled while slowly nodding.

“It is very cozy here, on the bed…”

He gave back and patted the mattress next to him in a relaxed manner.

“...wanna join and relax a bit, before you go back down to the others again?”

Artjom added in a jovial tone and winked at her. Julie felt herself warming up a bit more and giggled softly.

“Would I need to get rid of my clothes?”

She asked in a suggestive manner and brought her arms to her front, faintly covering herself up before shooting him a meaningful look. Artjom tilted his head the other way and raised one eyebrow.

“Well, I will not stop you from losing them. It would most likely be a lot cozier with you cuddling up to me in your birthday suit.”

The black wolf answered her and slowly closed his book and laid it on the nightstand together with his headphones. Julie smiled wide, showing him her own fangs.

It was way past midnight and Alexeii had a nice buzz going while watching the jock from earlier getting his ass handed to him by the girls he had been hitting on. Alexeii shook his head in disbelief over such blatant overconfidence in one's own abilities. Looking at his glass he realized that he still had an empty glass and that he had not yet gotten the refill, for which he had gotten back into the house in the first place.

Slowly he made his way into the kitchen, by now that room looked like the ruins of Pompeii after the volcanic eruption. Slowly he sifted through the plethora of empty bottles, until he found one which still had some liquid left. Not bothering with filling it into his glass he sipped directly from the bottle.

“How many did I have already?”

He questioned himself and started to count up the glasses and shots and other beverages he had already consumed. His heritage had helped him develop an unhealthy resilience when it came to getting drunk from hard liquor. Most others would have already faltered, as evident by the many students and party guests that already littered the premises. Most of them had fallen asleep after consuming vast amounts of hard alcohol, since he had not bothered with getting huge amounts of that god awful american beer. He had always opted for Vodka and some selected other beverages which sported a decent amount of rotations.

His newly acquired booze in hand, he slowly made his way back out to the garden to claim a recliner for himself and relax. The party was about to slowly tucker out and he would see the majority of the still awake guests off soon, before finding himself someone to drag to bed with himself. Stepping over sleeping people on the ground he came out to the back porch and breathed in the clear night air. The distinct lack of alcohol, sweat and other odors made it fresh and pleasant to breathe.

He had only just taken a seat as someone approached him from behind. The slow and careful steps told him that the one coming to him was not fully drunk, interesting…

“Have you seen Julie?”

Asked a young, clearly female voice behind him. He smiled and slowly turned his head, looking at a young woman, who seemed to be a bit worried. He beckoned her closer and turned a bit more on his chair.

“Who’s Julie?”

He questioned the woman standing in the doorway to the house, letting his accent take a much more prominent role once more. The young woman looked at him and he could see the wheels turning in her head.

“Julie’s a good friend of mine, she’s said to be at this party. She never came home late before, I am a bit worried.”

She explained and Alexeii nodded, keeping his smile.

“Well she might be here, but I don’t know any Julie. Who does she look? What did she wear?”

He questioned further, his interest awoken. Her friend came out to the porch.

“She is a white furred Timberwolf, this high…”

She showed the height of her friend on herself…

“... she has sky-blue eyes and wore a black shirt and a red skirt.”

She continued and saw Alexeii nod. He remembered that young woman speaking to him a while ago. Hadn’t she searched for the bathroom?

He tilted his head and scratched his chin.

“Yeah… yeah I do remember seeing her earlier. She went upstairs for a bathroom break. That must have been at least an hour ago.”

He said softly and looked at Julie’s friend, but she shook her head.

“She would never take that long to pee…”

Alexeii shrugged his shoulders slightly and slowly got out of his chair.

“I don’t know… maybe… we should take a look…”

He responded and already had a suspicion of what had happened to the girl. If so, she either was fast asleep or in good hands…

He led Julie’s friend inside again. Entering the miasma of odors inside the house again was like moving through a thick soup, there was a real resistance to push through. Slowly they made their way to the staircase, careful not to disturb the people laying on the ground.

Upstairs, in Artjom’s room Julie was moaning loudly, as she was grinding hard on the black wolf’s lap. They had cuddled for some time, the younger woman had snuggled close and had enjoyed being with him, but at some point she had felt her clothes as being cumbersome and hindering her enjoyment of Artjoms body.

When she got rid of her clothes and cuddled back against him, the path had been predictable.

It had not taken long before they had started kissing, and after that they had enjoyed their bodies to the fullest.

And now she was grinding her hips hard on his lap, enjoying his rock hard member inside her, making her feel all the pleasure her friend was not able to let her feel, while he was kneading her breasts equally as eagerly and was obviously enjoying his time just as well.

When the door to his room was opened, they both did not realize at first, but the loud gasp, Julie’s friend let out, let her turn her head around and look in shock at her friend and Alexeii standing in the doorway.

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