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Summary:

(All characters anthro/furry)

After a few days of texting, college corgi Keene invites Jessie over for some fun, expecting a petite beagle girl. His shock at Jessie actually being a big, bisexual bull jock doesn’t quite stop them having a LITTLE fun…

Characters:

Mains)

Keene Pembroke (Male, Corgi, 18) Short and anxious corgi. Big dick, likes sheatheplay.

Jessie Hornmeyer (Male, Bovine, 20) Comfortably sexual bull. Muscular athletic type.

Jessie’s Friends)

Cerulean Arc (Male, Peacock, 20) Prissy and extravagant peacock. Prowlball player.

Bernard du Monte (Male, Saint Bernard, 20) Slow-witted but friendly prowlball jock.

Del “Killer” Oceanus (Male, Orca, 20) Blunt and aggressive prowlball jock.

Honeywood’s Friend Group)

Erisa Concolor (Female, Puma, 21) Desperately wants to be friends. Possibly into girls.

Ursa Middendorf (Female, Grizzly bear, 21) Burly and friendly, but quick to anger.

Juno MacKenzie (Female, Malamute, 20) Sporty, loves winter seasons. Too nice.

Honeywood Winter (Female, Beagle, 20) Self-centered, thinks everyone loves her.

Agrippina “Pina” King (Female, Lion, 19) Learning to be more brash. Currently quiet.

Others)

Bos Middendorff (Male, Grizzly bear/Yak hybrid, 20) Sells weed on campus. Huge flirt.

Owen Lang (Male, Husky, 19) Bums weed off his friend, Bos. Very chill about it all.

Edmi Cuvier (Female, Gazelle, 18) Blunt and often bored at work. Major gamer girl.

Notes:

… Okay, before anyone who has been waiting for years for me to continue this (and… basically EVERY series I’ve started x3), I’d like to say, in my defense… I am an idiot. And I’m very sorry.

I wanted part 2 to be a single chapter, like the first one, but ultimately decided to break it up. Uh, mostly so I could have SOME continuation to this as soon as is reasonably possible. I’ve been getting stuck on the next ‘step’, where they actually meet, and it’s been the biggest obstacle to continuing this series. I’ve written and rewritten it a few times, but each time I’d get stuck there… I think, at this point, I’m just going to skip the complicated conversation that moves things forward. I doubt anyone will be TOO hurt about that, I hope…? There’ll still be some Drama at the reveal, but the talk that gets things moving in a sexual direction will have to be jumped over…

Story Text:

`Oooh, a shower huh? Can I see?' the text read.

Keene's tail wagged, his brown-yellow fur scruffy and messy from a long day of running around to classes and extracurriculars. His white underbelly was exposed, as the only thing the pudgy, 3-foot-nothing collegiate corgi was wearing was a thick baby-blue towel wrapped around his middle, hanging down almost to his blocky footpaws.

He was thankful that the freshman dorms had private bathrooms. The idea of trying to use a public shower, oof...

But, at that moment, showering around other people was the last thing on his mind, shuffling his bare paws on the tiled floor as he waited for his shower to heat up. Staring at the phone in his hand, slotted safely in a plastic bag to avoid getting water on it, he smiled a bit, giving a soft giggle at the teasing text.

Jessie had been texting him for a few weeks at that point. It was... sexual a lot, but it was also about regular, casual stuff too. Movies they liked, events on campus, classwork, hobbies... He was amazed to have found a girl as pretty as the dainty beagle who was as interested in Star Gard games. ... Not that he was the type to think girls COULDN'T like nerdy stuff, too, but Star Gard tended to be low on the totem pole even by nerd standards.

So, of course, it was the shy corgi's favorite game series of all time.

`Hehe... maybeeeee,' he texted back, smiling with his pink tongue sticking out from the side. A habit when he was focused on what he was typing or working on.

`Teeeeeease,' Jessie texted back, and Keene chuckled at that. He glanced at the shower; it was already steaming and hissing, so probably about time to get in.

The short, pudgy 18-year-old blushed a bit, reaching down to fiddle with his towel. I mean, he had to take it off anyway to get in the shower, but `taking it off' with the mental idea of maybe showing off for his several-week texting partner...

He gulped, holding the bagged-up phone in one paw as he removed the towel with a slight, unintentional flourish. A reflexive whimper left him as it brushed at his tip.

Exposed was, of course, the corgi's oversized junk. Well, not INSANELY oversized; just... big on him, really. Fat nuts sagged between his plump, stocky legs, hanging to mid-thigh with their weight; the `white' fur was a bit off-yellow, not from filth or anything, just... tinting, he thought. Scruffy fur trailed up the middle of his sac, tapering off as it reached the base of his meaty sheathe, which was near as thick as his fist, meaty and plump and dense. He'd never gotten the hang of, or the habit of, trimming his pubic fur, so it was a bit of a fluffy, wild mess, thick fluff clumping around his pudgy pubic mound, clustering to either side and near-engulfing his white sheathe in yellow-brown body hair.

Already, an inch or so of his canid dick had slipped out, enticed by the brief teasing of his texting partner. The corgi gave another soft whimper, reaching his free hand down to fondle his fat sheathe; with his short, thick paw-fingers, he couldn't quite wrap all the way around its heft. Giving it a light pump, Keene shivered, watching as another two inches slipped out, red and glistening and thick.

``Hoooh...'' the corgi huffed, toes curling on the floor, nubby tail waggling above his bare bottom. He licked his lips, then held up his phone, tapping the camera icon right on the text conversation.

Still holding his plump sheathe and the 4-or-so inches of doggy cock extended from his middle, he held the phone out to the side, squinting at it as he tried to get as much in frame as he could. His pudgy tummy, his thick thighs, even a bit of the curve of his butt; and, of course, the main attraction of his fat sheathe, balls sagging between wide-set feet, canid taper dripping watery dog precum.

`Click!'

Blushing, and tongue sticking out in focus still, Keene brought the phone back up to eye-level, checking out the photo. It was a good one... At least, it was in line with the ones that Jessie had seemed to like most from him.

Wow... A girl who liked dick pics. How lucky was HE, huh?

His nub tail continued wagging as he used both paws to select the photo, typing a caption, I think the Beast heard you ;3. Silly, sure, but it wasn't like he actually named it.

... Not officially.

Dick twitching from under his plump belly, the corgi pressed send, blushing and heart racing a bit as it always did when he sent something to Jessie. He'd never gotten a BAD response, but... well, sometimes that was what worried him.

After all, what if it was all an act? What if he was just being... strung along, or made fun of behind his back? What if it was just some trick that would eventually blow up in his face-

He shook that thought out of his head, oversized ears flopping a bit as he quickly moved his blocky noggin. Stopping, he exhaled, glancing to make sure he'd hung up his towel, which he had, before stepping through the open curtain into his little shower stall.

Immediately, hot water poured down his small, furry body. He exhaled, turning so his bag-wrapped phone wasn't DIRECTLY under the spray, but not exactly keeping it far away. Keene sighed lightly, ducking his head under the stream; an easy feat, as the general-use dorm was built to accommodate someone easily two and half times his size. If he'd been much smaller, they probably would have given him a specialized `reduced size' room, but as it was, he could function in general set-ups well enough.

Tail wagging still above either plump corgi butt cheek, Keene set his phone up on the nearby ledge, which also had a big bottle of Burly Pup All-Purpose Hair and Fur Shampoo. He... may have let his mom pick out a few toiletries when he was shopping for his dorm at the start of the year, but the stuff was good enough.

`Ping!'

His ears twitched at the noise, which he just heard over the spray of the steaming shower around him. Picking up his phone and turning away from the water, letting it cascade down his back and over his shoulders and chest, he unlocked it and smiled.

Nice as always big guy!' Jessie had texted him, making his tail wag happily and his dick twitch, another inch or so sliding out. Another text pinged in:You gonna put on a show for me in there, or is this a no fun allowed kind of shower? ;P `

Keene let out a chuckle at that. Slipping a paw down to his groin, he casually hooked a finger under the soft, warm meat of his sheathe, slipping it in to the knuckle. The corgi licked his lips, smiling as he lightly fingered at his own `holster', a bit more dick slipping out as he added a second finger, opening up his sheathe with a huffy whimper.

He held his phone up and snapped another pic, this time of him fingering himself, his bobbing red dog cock twitching underneath the curved digits.

`Click!'

Gulping, Keene glanced at the photo, still fingering at his sheathe idly. He'd more or less intended to jerk off in the shower anyways, so... might as well show Jessie the whole `show', as it were, right? The picture did look nice, steam starting to build around his pudgy thighs, fur soaked down against his plump figure, making his pink nipples stand out a bit, the barest edge of his muzzle visible parted in a pleasured gasp as he fingered himself...

The corgi was trembling some with excitement, the hot water feeling wonderful against his back, and the fingers working in and out of his sensitive opening feeling even better.

He sent the picture, licking his lips, turning his attention downwards.

Between the water, built-up sweat, and natural `lubricants', the corgi's plump sheathe was squelching softly each time he worked his fingers into its depths, watching the plump flesh bulge with the thick digits. Thrusting them in, he bit his lower lip, whimpering softly as he teased them deep, curling the upwards to stretch it up, then out to either side, grunting as he nudged at his swelling knot, trapped inside.

More inches of throbbing red dog cock had slipped out by that point, and he was drooling watery precum onto the shower floor below. It steadily dribbled and dripped, the fat canid meat twitching each time he shoved his fingers in deeper, gasping softly in pleasure.

He didn't know why he liked fingering his sheathe so much... If he really wanted to analyze it, maybe something about how he'd learned to play with himself as a cub?

Either way, he ADORED it now, happily panting lightly, bagged-up phone clasped in one paw as he steadily fingered his meaty sheathe, watching the throbbing knotted cock slip further and further out, bobbing beneath his plump belly.

`Ping!'

His phone in his paw, still on and still with the text conversation visible. Working a third finger into his opening, he thrust all three in deep, wincing and whimpering and trembling hard as a gush of precum jetted against the wall in front of him, dribbling down messily as he let out a heavy pant of pleasure.

``Aah... Aaah...'' he grunted, face red and chubby body trembling as he glanced at the text.

I could watch you stretch that fat sheathe out for days~' Jessie had texted him, the corgi's little heart fluttering at the words. And, of course, his fat dick throbbing, knot finally slipping free of the well-loosened sheathe.You make it look so fun!'

He chuckled at that, wobbling on his feet a bit as he masturbated himself and began typing one-handed. Opting to get a bit more purchase in the shower, he pressed his shoulder up against the wall beside him, leaning into it and shuddering as he pumped three fingers in and out of his sloppy, well-stretched sheathe, tugging out every now and then to watch as the natural slickness of his canid prick clung to the plump, matted-fur digits.

It's a lot of fun heh,' he texted back, blushing and fingering at himself. He pulled the fingers out again, snapping a pic of his dick, his loosened sheathe, and the messy digits, sending it.Honestly feels amazing~'

He kept fingering lightly, but with how achingly hard his dick was getting, throbbing hard and erect from the slimy sheathe, he gulped. There was no way he was going to be able to avoid stroking himself for much longer, but... He'd need both hands to continue his sheathe-stretching AND paw at his own fat cock.

Keene blushed as, unbidden, the mental image of Jessie came to mind. Sidled up beside him, hands replacing his own to tease his sheathe, stroke his cock, maybe squeeze his knot...

He shuddered, another spurt of pre jetting wetly up against the tile wall in front of him. He huffed.

The corgi shivered, wondering if it would be... appropriate to admit to that little fantasy. Jessie seemed like the type to appreciate the idea if nothing else, but he also didn't want to accidentally overstep his bounds if including his text-partner like that was too much.

`Ping!'

He flinched, blinking at the sound, fingers mid-squelching thrust into his sheathe. He gulped, extracting the fingers clumsily and letting his dick and sheathe breath for a moment. Instead, Keene held the phone up in both paws, reading the text that had come in.

Then I'll have to do it myself sometime ;), Jessie had texted, adding further, `Assuming you'd be willing of course~'

The corgi blushed, his full-erected cock bobbing and twitching from his waist. Ten whole inches, plus some, throbbing fat and thick from the glistening, matted opening of his plump sheathe. He was fully soaked at that point, his pubic fur flush with his mound, the fur of his testicles sagging in sharp droops and trailing water as he stood in the shower.

WAS he willing to let someone else play with his sheathe the way he did?

He'd... never done that before. Even as shy and awkward as the pudgy little corgi could be, he'd managed to have sex in high school, at least a little bit.

Even if that particular relationship was... not something he'd like to dwell on.

Regardless, his short-term girlfriend from high school had heard about his penchant for sheathe-play exactly once, and immediately scolded him for the habit, insisting she'd never do such a thing. In fact, her insistence that enjoying even that little, abnormal form of penetration made him somehow less of a male... Regardless, it had put a kybosh on any further mention of the act.

But... Jessie sure seemed different. Jessie even seemed to like the idea of his particular sheathe kink.

He gulped, red-faced and erect in the shower.

I'd be more than willing,' he texted back finally, heart beating hard in his chest,sometime, yknow.'

He hit send before he could double-think himself. Keene huffed, reaching a paw down and, after a moment of consideration, wrapping his small, pudgy paw around his thick cock, right at the fat swell in the middle of his canid shaft.

The corgi huffed, slowly pumping his moist paw up and down. Water was pretty shit for lubricant, and even the natural moistness of his canid dick was getting washed away pretty fast. Fortunately, he wasn't too inexperienced in pawing in the shower.

His gaze tilted up to the bottle of lube he kept in the shower. Sitting on the `shelf' along with his shampoo and other items.

Okay, maybe a weird place to store it, but hey, he usually needed it more in the shower than anywhere else.

Stopping his stroking, the corgi reached for the bottle, his tongue slipping out from the side of his muzzle as he grasped it. Still focusing, red-cheeked and eyes half-lidded in the pleasure radiating up his spine from his cock and sheathe, he popped the cap with his thumb, tilting it over his red canid shaft. It poured in thick, clear rivulets, some spilling down to drip into the water below.

After a moment or two of dick-lubing, he sighed, turning the bottle back and putting it up without closing the cap.

Oooh...'' the corgi moaned softly, curling one paw around his sensitive shaft, sloppily smearing the glistening lube along his length. He bit his lower lip, his other paw clutching at the base of his sheathe.Mmf...'' he grunted, starting to pump his fist up and down his thick, girthy dog cock in earnest; it was thick enough that he couldn't quite wrap his short-fingered paw all the way around it, but he was more than used to what he could do.

Especially as he once again dipped two fingers into his sheathe, huffing sharply as the backs of his digits pressed against his swelling knot. The pressure in his `holster' sent a surging tingle of pleasure up his spine, the corgi shakily groaning as he leaned against the shower wall. Fingering and stroking himself, he thought...

Thought about what it'd be like for someone else to be doing that to him.

Yeah... soft, tiny little paws wrapped around his fat dog cock. Daintily massaging his girth, feeling it throb red and hot against them...

``Ooh,'' he gasped, head tilting back, as he pictured phantom hands clinging to him from behind, one replacing the fingers he had dipping in and out of his sheathe. Lube had smeared into the opening, squelching softly as he pumped his digits into his depths, toes curling and pudgy legs trembling. Working open his sheathe, slowly and tantalizingly, maybe...

`Ping!'

His eyes snapped open, and he gasped at the sound of his phone. His knotted cock THRUM THRUM THRUMMED in his paw, precum oozing watery and metal-smelling, just barely reaching his sensitive nose in the steamy heat of his shower. He'd gotten three fingers into his sheathe, spreading the sensitive flesh taut, dull-clawed finger tips pushing deep.

Keene gulped, his face red and his heart hammering, as he looked at his phone. Hesitantly, he returned to slowly stroking at his cock, but reluctantly removed the fingers from his sheathe.

One more reason another person playing with it would be nice...

Anyways, the corgi reached for his phone, the fur on three fingers visibly matted and mussed up. He snatched it up from its spot, and unlocked it swiftly, going right to the ongoing text conversation.

His nub of a tail wagged and his cock pulsed in his pumping paw.

Sounds awesome!' Jessie had texted, followed by a winking emoji.We'll have to set it up sometime... I don't have classes this weekend, if you're free~' Keene moved to angle his thumb and text back, only for a second reply from his conversation partner to pop in, his face reddening as he read it.

`Now... how's about you show me how much that fat doggy cock can spurt when you've got some fingers in you, cutie?'

A shiver went up his spine, and Keene found himself jumping to do so. He had to lean the phone up against a bottle of shampoo that he hoped was full enough to not move... It seemed to work, and was set at an angle where, stepping back a bit, he could see his own body from snout to knees on the opened camera.

``Ookay...'' the dog gulped, cock pulsing in his paw. His balls were heavy, but were starting to contract up against his pudgy body; even the gentle grasp around his shaft's swelled middle had his pelvis tingling with the need to cum.

He clumsily tapped the `record' button on the screen, and got to putting on a show.

Hoo...'' Keene huffed, pressing his side against the shower stall again, his eyes locked on the display of what was recording. He could see his long, pointed snout in frame, complete with the red blush and slight, eager smile he hadn't realized he'd had. That fat cock of his practically pointed right at the camera, seeming massive... which, well, it was, but the angle he was recording at sure seemed to skew the perspective.Ah...''

His toes curled as he squeezed his shaft, whimpering softly under the hot shower spray. Slipping his free paw back to his groin, he gave his soaked pubic mound a slight rub and squeeze, slowly working his other hand up and down his length, from knot to positively DROOLING tip.

``Mmf...'' Keene grunted, tongue once again protruding from his lips in focus. His hazy eyes were locked half on his own cock, half on the phone recording him.

No longer slowly, he shifted and plunged three fingers into his sheathe. It was a tight fit, especially as the angle made him have to press the digits past his near-baseball-sized knot to get into the opening. But it was worth it, as he groaned lowly and openly, watery dog precum spurting from his tip for the camera. Fingers pushed deep, curling and stretching the sensitive sheathe flesh, while at the same time he gave his knot a squeeze with his other paw, hips BUCKING forward by reflex.

Ah... Ah, fuck...'' the chubby, big-dicked corgi whined, pressing against the shower wall more firmly. He pumped away at his cock in earnest, teeth grinding for a moment so he could jaw-droppingly moan in pleasure. While one paw was a blur along his red shaft, the other was plain and deliberate, drawing back languidly, before pressing IN and grinding those dull-clawed fingers into his sheathe, the top and side of the meaty sheathe bulging profusely with his thick digits.F- Fuck...''

He whined. His balls contracted, his plump ass cheeks clenched, his tail wagged and his legs trembled... His chest heaved, and he whimpered sharply, throwing his head back and bucking his hips to-

``Fuck!'' Keene yelped, eyes clamping shut as he pumped his paw all the way to the base, and gave his oversized doggy knot a TIGHT, CLAMPING squeeeeeze...

Jets of hot canine semen spurted hot and thick from his tip, unable to stop his wide hips from pumping rhythmically and desperately, whimpering and whining like a feral in heat as he milked himself. The shots clung in gooey ropes against the shower wall, lacing all around the phone he'd set standing to record... as well as making a mess all over the protective bag, ensuring one hell of a money shot.

None of that was on Keene's mind, though.

The short-stack, chubby corgi was too busy nutting his brains out, back arching forward and hips trembling as his balls disgorged a veritable flood of seed onto the shower wall. After a good six or so SHOTS of ropey cum jetting against the wall, it trailed off into surging gushes of pearly, virile dog nut spilling from his tip, cock pulsing in time with each shot in his hand, his engorged knot throbbing in his firm grasp.

``Gaaah... F- Fa... Aah...'' Keene panted heavily, entire face red as he came. Even the surges were quickly settling; his fingers curled in his sheathe, and his other paw clamped around the base of his knot, it made him pump his load fast...

The corgi trembled and shook and surged potent jizz into the shower floor for a few moments. He panted heavily, chubby belly rising and falling with each deep, shaky breath.

Finally, though, he collected himself some. With a whine, he released his grasp on his knot, letting his swollen dog cock sag down between his legs; it wouldn't go soft very quickly, remaining out of his sheathe for a time, but its weight made it dip downwards at a stark angle, practically swaying between his thighs. He groaned, wincing as the sensitive girth twitched and leaked pearly seminal fluid to be swept away by the shower water pooled shallow at his feet.

``Gah...'' he grunted, withdrawing his digits from his sheathe as well. He clumsily wiped his hands off on his tummy fur, letting the water cascading down his shoulders and over his front help in cleaning up a little bit.

The phone!

He perked, clamping his maw shut and reaching for the device. Damn, he'd gotten distracted... But, he stopped the recording, blushing as he saw how it was easily a good six or seven minutes long. Well... hopefully Jessie wouldn't mind waiting for a good show... He returned to the text conversation, attached the video file, and sent it, blushing warmly and tail wagging happily as he `showed off'.

Ah... he supposed he should actually wash up, huh?

~~~*~~~

``Jeez...''

Jessie reclined on the couch in his shared dorm room. The others were out, so he had no shame whatsoever in jerking off in the middle of their living room; the white and brown-mottled young bull found it more comfortable than doing so in the privacy of his tiny room. Even if that was more appropriate.

Yes, Jessie was no dainty dalmatian girl with tiny paws as Keene still, at that point, thought. Of course, neither had any idea of the deception that had led to their `meeting'.

He was a broad-shouldered jock of a bovine, and at that moment he had one hand wrapped around his freshly-spent, uncut humanoid cock. His varsity-styled jacket still hung over his muscular body, but his shorts had been discarded, jockstrap shoved down so he could jerk off to the pictures and video sent by his unaware corgi companion. In fact, a shot of bovine cum had managed to jet up onto his snout, dripping heavily and clinging to his pink nose. Stains visibly dotted his T-shirt, wet and glistening.

``Hah... Hah... Fuck, Keene,'' the bull panted, chuckling as he leaned back in the seat and looked at his phone, where the video of Keene cumming a massive load had just finished.

Jessie licked his lips, tasting his own cum on his face. But damn, he really wanted to get a taste of that corgi jizz... After a moment to collect himself, the bull shifted his phone into both hands, sending another text. This time, more directly asking:

`So... Saturday, at like 5? My place is no good, but I can come by your dorm if you're free ;3 '

The bull was smiling, eager and pleased. He hoped Keene would agree to the meet up; he just HAD to get his paws on that sexy corgi...

~~~*~~~

The small on-campus store was fairly well stocked, all things considered. White florescent bulbs hummed softly above him, white and black tiled floors beneath his paws, shelves stacked with amenities basic and college-dorm-resident luxurious alike.

Keene... hadn't really been sure what to get. Even if the store had had alcohol, he was only 18; with a drinking age of 20 in their region, he wasn't exactly going to be toting beer along to his and Jessie's...

D- Date? Meeting... hookup?

The short and pudgy corgi reflexively blushed, his face turning red as he tucked his chin down against his chest in embarrassment. Okay... so `hookup' was a bit of a... STRONG word for the young canine to be thinking about. Even if it was maybe, possibly, the most straightforward. After all, that's why she was coming over, right? No more sending pics and videos of himself jerking off and fingering his own sheathe, no; she was going to... touch him. Herself. Maybe even have-

``Shit,'' the little canine huffed, tilting his head back, ears folding down as he gave a soft groan of annoyance. He... very much did NOT have condoms, if it came to that.

``Scuse us, dude.''

That time, Keene jumped, ears snapping high and blocky head turning to where the voice had come from. He'd been thinking in the chip and snacks aisle, and had inadvertently paused right in front of the racks of chip bags and tubes.

And, judging by the fact that the two slightly older students standing behind him were facing him and the chips, he was also standing right in their way to snacks.

``S- Sorry!'' the corgi stammered out, hefting the little shopping basket he'd grabbed at the door. He'd already gotten a small assortment of chips, among other things, and had just been wondering if he should grab a spicier variant for himself when he'd gotten lost in thought.

``No worries, pups,'' the first of the older students chuckled back. He looked to be a hybrid; definitely some grizzly bear, by the broad muzzle and ursine paws, but the thicker fur around his neck and the little horns atop his head spoke of something bovine. He flashed a broad, toothy grin... definitely bear teeth, Keene half-noted, flushing a bit at how jagged they looked baring down on him.

The hybrid's companion, a more conventional husky with a pudgy build that near-matched Keene's, drove a sharp elbow into his friend's big gut. ``Ignore him,'' the taller canine told Keene, stepping ahead of his friend and casually grabbing a large bag of cheesy-something-poofs.

Havin' a party?'' the hybrid questioned lightly, glancing down passed the pudgy corgi at his basket of snacks.Or just a snacker?''

Keene's cheeks felt warm as he held the basket, shuffling on his feet. ``Um, n- not really... uh, either. I'm... having someone over. A, uh, a... girl.'' He winced; between the stammering and the no eye contact, it must have really seemed like he was lying through his teeth-

Oh, cool,'' the bear hybrid nodded, easily accepting the answer. Well... that was easy. Then, the larger male leaned down a bit, glancing to either end of the aisle conspicuously before asking a bit quieter,You and your lady friend have any interest in somethin' to smoke while you hang...?''

S- Smoke?'' the corgi asked, eyes going wide. Was... he seriously being solicited to buy weed in the college corner shop? Jeez, those awful videos his mom watched were right...Um...''

Bos, for fucks sake, you idiot,'' the husky scolded again, turning with three bags of chips tucked under one arm.There's a TIME and a PLACE for that, dumbass,'' he snapped, throwing a bare-pawed kick at his friend's shin.

The hybrid, Bos apparently, let out a bark of laughter, stumbling back on his hooves. ``Fine, fine! Never mind, pups. Unless you're interested? Oh, don't fuckin' scowl at me like that, Owen, you never know!''

Keene, still blushing red in embarrassment, struggled to find his voice. Finally, though, he got out, ``N- No, um, I don't... I mean, I've never... uh... w- with that... stuff. Or others, um...''

``No worries, no worries!'' Bos chuckled, waving a paw dismissively. He still had that broad, friendly grin on his face, his other hand tucked in his pocket where, presumably, he might have had a small stash of weed to sell around campus. In fact, when he slipped the other paw out, Keene let out a reflexive yelp, half expecting to see a baggy of something, or... something.

Sue him, he didn't know anything about drugs...

Instead, the hybrid held out a plain index card, upon which was scrawled a big, clumsy handwriting. Keene blinked, stumbling back a moment, before peering at the card.

All it said was the bear's name, Bos, with two phone numbers after. Both looked to be cell phone numbers.

``Uh...''

In case you wanna try it out!'' the hybrid grinned, waggling the card a bit.Not for everyone, granted, but it can be a fun way to relax.''

The husky gave another tired sigh, lowering his head and ears in defeat. ORTUS, you are insufferable,'' he grumbled, shaking his head. He met Keene's gaze, offering a similar friendly smile, albeit more placating then his broadly-grinning buddy.Take it if you want; he DOES get good stuff, especially for beginners. AND, well... you're pretty cute, so guaranteed if you flirt a little, he'd give you a discount, hehe.''

C- Cute?'' Keene echoed, his already wide eyes getting a bit wider as his cheeks burned hot thorugh his fur.U- Um, I mean, I-``

Ach, spoilsport,'' the hybrid complained, shooting a sour look at his friend before smiling back down at Keene. All of a sudden, only coming up to most people's bellies felt very... compromising for the pudgy corgi.I admit, that WAS a bit of motivation, hehe...'' he said, looking embarrassed.

``I... E- Er, I mean, I'm... n- not gay.''

I know, you mentioned having a girl over,'' Bos shrugged.Just figured, it IS college, so you might be willing to swing the other way in the right context.''

`Theright context' is NOT gonna be high off his ass for the first time, laid out on your couch, while YOUR dumb ass tries to play with his dick,'' the husky pointed out, crossing his arms as much as he could with three bags of chips tucked under one.

``You'd be surprised how often it is, baby.''

I- I mean!'' Keene stuttered aloud- a bit louder then he meant to, really, flushing and quickly lowering his voice once the two were looking at him,I just meant... I- I'm not... er... into guys.'' He hesitated a moment, still blushing, as he added shakily, ``Er, I think. I mean, no, I'm not, I just, aggh. I'm- I'm not, er. Interested. In you. Guys! Um, men...''

Bos blinked confusedly at that, seemingly caught off guard by the embarrassed little tirade. He'd still been holding the index card out, so Keene quickly snatched it, suddenly desperate to be anywhere but there.

``Um, sorry! S- Sorry,'' he stammered out again, the corgi tucking the card in his jacket pocket and, tucking his basket of snacks up to his chest, started bolting towards the end of the aisle before either the husky or the hybrid could respond.

He quickly shuffled towards the cashier, a bored-looking gazelle with what seemed to be an irresponsible amount of eyeliner on. Still red-faced, the short canine strode up and lifted his basket up onto the counter, setting it before her, trying not to pant exhaustedly at the swift retreat from the apparently-flirting male bear. Damn, he was REALLY out of shape...

``That all?'' the gazelle asked bluntly, already retrieving a little handheld scanner and starting to check all the items in his basket, tucking them in bags on her side of the counter.

Keene swiftly tugged out his wallet, going for his credit card. Then, a thought occurred, barely cutting through the embarrassment of what had happened a moment ago... only for it to be a new kind of embarrassment.

U- Um,'' he stammered a bit, looking up at her, then peering behind her where racks of cigarettes and condoms stood tall and open. The corgi gulped nervously, inquiring weakly and pointing reflexively behind the worker,C- Could, um... could I get a pack of condoms? The, uh... the large sized...?''