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A faint humming sound came from the video camera. The LCD monitor flashed to life and displayed the image of a chubby, male apricot fox standing with his arms crossed while tapping his left foot on the ground impatiently. His face, like the rest of his back, was apricot in color. Only his snout, front and a birthmark on his forehead was white, but it was hidden behind his blue cap. He quickly moved his hands to his hips, and rolled his blue eyes at the cameraperson.

"Come on Tiny! How long are you going to mess with that thing? I can already see the line for the new Captain Green arcade machine like, NOW!" he said.

"Ok, ok Sparklehead. I think the tripod is going to stay up so let's shoot this thing," replied someone with a more high-pitched voice.

Then, a shorter German shepherd pup entered the frame. He had a dark brown ring over his right eye like someone gave him a punch, but that was how his facial fur looked like. Like other shepherds, his snout was also dark brown while the rest of his face was of a lighter shade. The German shepherd's bright yellow eyes were filled with joy as he placed his arm across the fox's shoulder, and pulled him close.

They were dressed in matching blue T-shirts with the picture of a wolf in a green spandex suit flying on them. The two friends grinned ear to ear as they were about to record their entry to appear on their favorite superhero show

"Captain Green". They were supposed to talk about why they deserved to be on the show. Tiny spoke first. "My name is Tom Gooser, and this is my best friend-"

"Ricky Storm," the fox said, cutting in.

"And we're best friends. That's why we deserve to be on Captain Green. "Cause we are the biggest fans in the world," they said in unison.

"Wo-Woah, dude! I think the camera is falling!"

Ricky warned Tiny, but it was too late. The last thing the camera captured was the panicked faces of the two cubs as the camera fell back and broke into pieces.

"Tom!"

Hearing his voice called out so loudly woke the German shepherd from his sleep. A female German shepherd was looking at him from the front passenger seat.

"Wh-What mum?" he asked.

"Just wanted to wake you up sleepyhead, we're about to reach your new dorm. Aren't you excited?" she asked, her face glowing with pride.

Tom nodded back with a small smile. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he gazed out the window of the SUV. He wasn't paying attention to the passing shops or the young furs hanging out together.

"Weird time to be dreaming about a childhood memory," he thought to himself. Closing his eyes, he recalled the young fox in his dreams. Sparklehead was the nickname Tom called Ricky, because on the fox's forehead was a white star shaped birthmark.

Tom chuckled softly to himself. He wondered whatever happened to his best friend. Two months after that day in the backyard, Tom and his family moved away and he has never heard from Ricky ever again.

At the entrance of the main office, Tom's dad unloaded his duffle bag filled with all of Tom's things. His father took off his spectacles and put his right paw on his son's shoulder.

"Do your best son, make us proud," Tom's dad said. "This degree will be your first step towards success, then your Masters, then your PhD. The world of academics is just bursting with limitless potential. Why I remember when I first got my degree in chemical engineering it was the proudest day of my life-"

Tom cut his father off in mid-sentence. "Dad, please. You're rambling."

"Oh, I suppose I am son. Your mother and I will miss you."

Mrs. Gooser hugged her son tightly; her voice was almost muffled by the tears welling up in her bright blue eyes. "Eat healthy, and if anything goes wrong just call us, and we'll come pick you up ok?" His mother dusted his blue T-shirt and looked caringly at him.

Tom looked at his mother. "Ok, mum. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After another minute of saying their goodbyes, Tom's parents went on their way. Tom picked up his baggage and made his way into the building. Upon entering, he met a young female Great Dane with short electric blue hair. She wore a grey shirt underneath her mini jacket. Tom thought that she was very beautiful. After filling in some forms, the Dane told him where his dorm was located and gave him a welcome pack filled with information about his new alma mater and the dorm rules.

According to the map, there were four dormitories behind the main office. His was just a five minute walk away from the main office. The main campus was not too far away either - it was just right across the street from dorms. As he made his way to his dorm room he watched the area. The dorm buildings were identical to one another all painted white like milk. His dorm was the second building on the right while his room was on the first floor. When he entered the dorm it was exactly two in the afternoon. The hallways were quiet on the ground floor. "Everyone's probably in class," Tom thought to himself.

He went up the front steps and found his room very quickly. It was the third door to the right. His heart thumped with excitement just thinking about starting his new life. Yet, when he opened the door with his key his jaw dropped at the sight of a naked male fox curling a massive dumbbell.

The fox wasn't completely naked for he was wearing a blue cap that covered most of his forehead. The fox was equally surprised to see Tom standing at the door. He nearly dropped his dumbbell when he realized his throbbing erection was visible to the German Shepherd. The fox dropped his dumbbell on his bed, and frantically tried to cover himself with a small sweat towel he had on the bedpost. "Whoa! Whoa! Haven't you heard of knocking?" he said.

"Me? You're the one working out with a freaking boner! Cover that thing! Nobody wants to see it," Tom replied while partially shielding his eyes with his paws.

"There you satisfied, Tiny?" the fox asked. He simply draped the cloth over his cock which did little to hide its immense girth and size, Tom guessed it was roughly seven inches long and as thick as his own wrist. Tom blushed as he replied, "What did you call me?"

"Tiny. Dude, you are like literally a third of my size-" the fox proceeded to do a double bicep pose. "Twenty-two inches of hard steel muscle in one month, managed to beat my own record."

"What record are you talking about you crazy exhibitionist?" Tom closed the door behind him and proceeded to unpack his things on the bed to the left, which he assumed was his since it didn't have any of the fox's things.

"My 'No Fap and Grow' challenge. I don't fap till I see some growth in my build. This time it was 2 inches of sweet arm size. Last time it was just 1 inch and it took me 3 months," the fox replied.

Tom rolled his eyes and wanted to get back to unpacking when the fox started walking towards him. His erection was still holding up the towel and at that point it looked like an accessory just to accentuate his foxhood. Up close, Tom was wowed by the sheer size of the fox. He was nothing like the usual slim foxes he met; this guy was huge with pecs bulging out the size of volleyballs. The fox's arms rippled with power with each bicep pumped up to the size of a soccer ball. Despite his thick white fur that covered his front it didn't hide his tight six-pack abs. Tom couldn't help setting his eyes lower and nearly jumped at the sight of the fox's oaken thighs - so thick they could squeeze a watermelon dry between them.

The fox placed his paws on his hips and spoke, "Hey, what's your name by the way? If we're gonna be roommates gotta call you something, unless you like being Tiny."

"It's Tom Gooser."

"What? Gooser? Tiny Gooser? Holy shit! I can't believe it's you!" the fox said. The massive fox threw his arms onto Tom's shoulders and started shaking him excitedly.

"Whoa! Calm down. Why do you sound like you know me?" Tom pushed against the fox's chest which made the jock suddenly squeak.

The fox pulled himself back. "Don't you recognize me?" He took off his cap, and bright as day there was a white star shaped birthmark on his forehead.

"Sparklehead...?" Tom said, almost whispering.

When he heard his old nickname spoken, Ricky jumped with joy and grabbed Tom into a powerful bear hug. "Argghh! I missed you so much Tiny!" Ricky shouted.

"I missed you too Sparkle-whoa. Shit, you're leaking pre on my shirt!"

In their excitement the small towel covering Ricky fell off and the friction was too much for the fox's pent up cock. Tom pressed a finger against the translucent blob of slime on his shirt and looked at his old friend with an annoyed expression. Ricky stuck his tongue out and apologized. Tom then decided to clean himself up before they had any more 'leaks' while catching up.

As the canine closed the door and was about to go to the washroom, his ear perked up. He could hear the moans and groans of Ricky inside the room. The fox was masturbating! Tom's right paw reached for his crotch, and he felt more confused than ever before, and class hadn't even begun.

To be continued...