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Peter sighed for the countless time that night and pushed his pillow even harder onto his face to block the noise coming from downstairs. When he went to college he expected a place of learning and maturity so pretty much the opposite of every college movie. What he didn't expect was for the movies to be true. The catch to his education was that he was in the one and only dorm that was filled with the people who didn't know what studying was. They filled Peter's studying time and sleep time with parties. The entire dorm was all diamond spoon fed kids who had parents who could pay for their grades. Peter had his tuition paid for by scholarships. His parents were out of the picture. Quite literally, they traded him for booze, drugs, and prison.

The snow leopard rolled his body so he could lay on his stomach. He couldn't party like the rest of them, he had to work to stay here. That and he wasn't too big on the whole friend thing. He always considered himself a shy person, actually everyone else did. He just never knew what to say or what to talk about. Peter blindly reached for his phone on the dresser that was next to his bed. After a few swipes he managed to feel that familiar metallic lump. He moved his head just enough to read 2:15 on his lock screen. He let out a quiet yell into his pillow. He's probably not the only person yelling into a pillow in the dorm. Though he is definitely the only one who's not getting pounded into at the same time. That thought was enough to put a smile on his muzzle and for the blood to rush to his groin.

He turned himself over again and stared at the white pristine ceiling. Being placed with the rich kids did have it's perks. Having the most ornate dorm was pretty nice, but he would gladly give it up for a cheap, tattered apartment. He reached for his phone again and almost scratched the screen as he forgot to sheathe his claws. His finger found the contacts app and the familiar number . He pressed the call button guiltily.

The line connected after four rings followed by a mumbled." Again?"

"I'm sorry Sal, just listen." Peter raised his phone into the air and didn't even have to put it on speaker.

"Alright alright. I should start having you pay rent. I'll meet you outside my dorm, see you in fifteen." The voice let out a small chuckle.

"Thank you you're a lifesaver." Peter heard the line cut off and proceeded to shake his covers off of him. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a simple tank top that had it's front covered with a bad mouthed superhero. Or is he a villain? Being somewhat of a nerd didn't help make friends either. Sal was a special case, he was the one who showed Peter around campus when he first arrived. The college had a mentor mentee program and Peter was one of the small amount of people who took it. Sal on the other paw was one of the large amount of people who took it to get extra credit. Since that day Sal had someone to help him with his work and Peter had someone who he could call a friend.

Peter was able to pack a small bag that held his phone charger, a change of clothes and his school stuff. He was lucky that he only had one class tomorrow, today actually. Soon enough he was leaving his room and out into the crowded house. The hallway was empty, filled only with a dim red light and the obnoxious sound of the so called "music". Once the leopard made his way onto the staircase he could see where the real party was. There had to be at least thirty to forty furs grinding and drinking with each other unaware of the new guest. Quickly Peter made his way to the door and got away before anyone noticed...almost.

"Hey! Millimeter Peter joined the party." One of them called out from the crowd. He froze. Seriously, how old are they eight. Peter thought. "You staying with your butt buddy again? Give him a squeeze for me." Peter ran out and slammed the heavy oak door before anything else could happen.

The one and only time the shy leopard brought anyone "home" someone had to walk in on them. Getting the view of him on his hands and knees and the husky just starting to guide himself in. Since then, he's been the butt of the joke to his dorm mates. Pun intended sadly enough for him. Quickly he followed the stone pathway that lead onto the main "highway" that wound its way to the main campus, lucky enough for the leopard Sal wasn't too far away. Well, any walk that is at 2 A.M is a long walk but considering the circumstances....

The stone felt nice and cool against his paw pads. It was the ending of fall and it had to be around fifty degrees with a pretty strong wind. He regretted that he only put on a pair of shorts and a tank top as he wrapped his furry arms around his chest. Funny how even though it's cold out and with him being sleep deprived he enjoyed these walks the most.

Obviously since this is a college campus it would always be busy and with him being in the loudest dorm it seemed as if he was never alone or hearing silence. Sal's place was a safe haven compared to his room, also having someone to talk to was a good experience.

After a peaceful few minutes Peter could finally see the shirtless otter leaning up against the dorms fifteen foot black metal fence. Sal raised his paw breakfast club style and pushed himself off of the fence. "I can't thank you enough Sal, Seriously thank you." Peter slowly drooped his head in a small amount of shame.

Sal let out a quiet yawn and stretched his arms up to the clear sky. "It's alright, nothing to be embarrassed about. C'mon let's go, mi casa su casa or something like that. Also I got a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah? Is it a free room that someone is donating to me along with my tuition being paid off?" Peter sarcastically spoke out in wonder.

"Even better Mr.brightside. A pullout couch. Trust me you have no idea how hard it was to have this in my room." Sal remarked as he reached the door and pulled on it slowly and silently.

"Why's that." peter asked curiously as Sal bowed and extended an arm, letting his guest in first.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to do anything that involves pulling out? I mean I get paid not too." Something interesting about Sal is that he is a twenty one year old otter who is going to school for finances. And pays for it by being a porn star, well not star but an actor.

"Yep, best job in the world haha." Peter joked and followed the familiar green and yellow trimmed carpet that led to the staircase.

"You know it. Free fur cuts, free sex, free toys, free health checkups, and free recordings of your escapades." The otter bragged while wiping imaginary dirt from his shoulder. Peter reached Sal's door and waited for him to open it.

"Along with chances of getting STD's, being told how to have sex ruining the experience, having a room of people watch you, and the chance of being paired up with someone who is a turn off. Anything else? Oh and a pregnancy risk, but you don't have to worry about that." He smirked at the otter who playfully shoved him into his room.

"Look at you, the porn enthusiast. You know, you would make a good sub on camera. You're super shy, nerdy, have a twinky body shape, and you're easy to make blush and stammer up. Making you" Sal pointed at Peter." A hit waiting to happen."

" Who is also still a virgin." Peter interrupted Sal's dreamy thought in his head.

"But what about the Husky, what's his name Grant?" Sal shot back as he reached for the granny styled couch against his wall and started taking the cushions off. This finally shut the leopard up.

"What? You get stage fright or something?"

"More like walked in on." Peter mumbled and grabbed the last pillow before ruffly throwing to the ground.

"Oh shit. Who was it?" Sal stopped and looked at Peter with a hurt expression.

"No clue, good new is I'm out to my entire dorm and they don't let me forget it." He pulled on the handle that caused the bed to pull out.

"Well, you didn't get off but at least your not a full virgin right? " Sal grabbed a spare blanket from under his bed.

"Well. They caught us right when it was about to go...in. I mean right, right before. Do you know how embarrassing that is." Peter felt his eyes getting moist.

"Come on bring it in." Sal pulled him into a hug and started rubbing his back." That happened once to me, it ruined the entire shoot we had to start all over." He smirked.

A muffled "shut up" came from Peter. Sal held him for a few more moments before letting Peter go

"Come on let's go to bed. I have a class first thing in the morning and I have a shoot in the afternoon." Sal led the tired leopard to the pull out and helped tuck him against Peters will.

"Thank you Sal." Peter chorused like a fun while shaking his head side to side cutely.

"There's another way you could thank me." Sal mumbled as he slipped into his own bed.

"What was that?" Peter questioned.

"Good night." Sal shut his eyes and turned onto his side.

"Night." Sal could hear Peter shuffling around trying to get comfortable. Then a silent " Thank you Sal for. Being here for me. Not a lot of people do that to me." Followed.

"Friends stick together." Sal responded without opening his eyes, he acted like it didn't phase him. But that broke his heart. With that the two fell asleep.

I woke up to sound of footsteps clattering on the wooden floor. From the way I was laying I could see that Sal was moving towards the corner of his room where his desk and computer were. Looks like someone forgot to do homework. The sun was barely out and just bright enough to fill the room with it's light. Peter closed his eyes to fall back asleep.

He was pulled back awake by a loud whispered "SHIT!" followed by a series of what sounding like whimpers and slapping. Peter's eyes flew wide open in surprise. He could see what was on the screen. It definitely was not homework. He could see Sal's back facing toward him as a cheetah was getting pounded into on his computer screen by none other than Sal himself.

Sal quickly turned turned around to see if Peter woke up by the sound.Instead he was greeted with a pair of eyes that closed right before he could see them." Thank god." He whispered to himself and a sleeping cheetah. A dull slurping sound filled the arousal scented room. Peter decided to wait it out, however after a few minutes he was starting to get affected by the scent that Sal was emitting. He could feel his cock starting to unsheathe itself and fill his tight pink and purple briefs and go up into his waistband. Slowly he started to shift his paw down under the blankets and try to rearrange himself into a more comfortable position. It's hard to do that when your barbs start getting caught on your underwear. His arm quickly shifted as his cock freed itself from it's caught position and caused his elbow to slam into the couch's metal edge. His eyes filled up with tears and a growl was caught in his muzzle. He took a few deep breathes and bit his lip to hold back the noise. Slowly he turned onto his side to face away from Sal and ignored the pain in his funny bone.

The pins and needles slowly left his arm and a dull burn replaced it instead. He didn't have an erection anymore at least. Pants and wheezes slowly started to bounce off the walls from Sal's direction, so did another surprise that caused Peter to jump."Pete, oh Pete, take it." Peter's eyes shot open and his tail sprang out like a bullet. " That's it feline, always knew you would make a good bitch." Peter could feel his cock hardening again, this time he he knew it wouldn't go away as easy as last time. He brought his paw down to his shorts and slowly let his paw pads slip under them and grasp his desperate length. He almost came on the spot as his cock jumped in his paw. Slowly he brought his paw tip to the head of his cock and started to tease the sensitive barbs, making his cock jump yet again.

A dark thought passed in his head and paused his movements, he did have a free show going on right behind him, Sal has sex and people watch it for his living so this isn't too much different right? Peter rolled onto his back and pretended to be asleep again, he could still hear the video playing and the slaps that went with it. After waiting a moment he turned onto his side and brought his paw back down to his shorts and went back to pleasuring himself. Sal still had his back toward him and he could see that his arm was still shaking in that familiar pattern. Sadly after only a few strokes he could feel his climax coming.His eyes quickly squeezed shut and his legs locked up as he came. The pleasure started at the base of his length and followed all the way to his head and stayed there as cum splattered the front of his boxers.

The scent of his cum wafted into his nose as quick as it left him. Joining Sal's musk in the air. As his afterglow left him he opened his eyes to see Sal facing him with a smile on his face. Peters entire body froze and shock quickly lept onto his muzzle. "Enjoy the show kitty cat?" Sal started to laugh uncontrollably as he saw the look on his friends face.

"W-what?" Peter almost silently choked out.

"You know, I usually edge myself a for a few days before the shoot and with you here in the morning I decided to do it while you were asleep. Which I apparently failed at from what I smell. For the past three minutes I've just been slapping my leg. I heard you hit your arm or something." Sal started laughing again.

"So, you're not mad?" Peter quickly muttered out preparing himself to be treated like he is at his dorm.

"Of course not you're a friend, I'm flattered if anything haha. Friends lend each other a paw, which I would have offered if you lasted longer. You're such a cat you know that?" The smile stayed plastered on his face.

"Well it's, I. Y-you know, it's." Peter spluttered out embarrassed.

"I'm joking, I've done that when I was still new to the not jerking off alone thing. God did I just say that?" Slowly Peter could feel himself becoming unstuck as a small smile gathered on his lips.

"Frick this I'm going back to bed." Peter grabbed his blankets and roughly cocooned himself in them and turned around.

"Watch your language! Wait did you just do that to wipe your cum paw on my blankets? Actually never mind, it has plenty on it. I do place it under my bed after all." Sal waited for Peter's reaction and that was him jumping out of the bed as if he was getting shot by bullets.

"I'm taking your blankets." Peter got up and pulled the blanket off of Sal's bed.

"I was joking, seriously." Sal cut himself off and paused."Actually, that may be a good idea." He looked at the ground as he remembered that he forgot to switch that blanket with the clean one yesterday.

"You're nasty you know that." Peter told Sal as he flopped on the pull out with his new blankets.

Sal took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head." Listen, I wouldn't have mentioned it if I didn't think it would help you but." He sighed as he saw Peter stare at him confused." I know It's unlikely but I could bring you with me tomorrow to work to introduce you to my boss. We've been having trouble with our camera guy lately and with you working on a degree to well, film correctly with cameras I think I could land you a job." Sal met Peter's gaze and clasped his paws.

" Listen Sal I don't think." Peter started to look away from Sal and rub his cheek in embarrassment. Sal could swear that Peter could be a natural sub star.

"No one around here is hiring, if they would it wouldn't be a shy snow leopard who has no free time because he is enrolled in college and has no previous experience with a job." Sal said bluntly." You need to get out of your dorm and get your own place. And get money for your loans."

Peter stayed quiet as he stared at the poster decorated wall. "Please think it over." All Peter could do was nod. "Well, we might as well get ready my class starts at 8." Sal stood up and stretched, showing off his pronounced bulge in his underwear nonchalantly.

"Dick." Peter turned his body to face away from Sal and sat up.

"Was that a question? You know I have one, you want to check again?" Sal inquired on the border of sarcastically. With that comment the leopard almost made the room glow red from his embarrassment.

"M-my class starts at 8 too, after that I'm free all day." Peter stammered out before getting up and reaching for his bag with his clothes in it.

" Which leaves plenty of time for the inter..." Peter cut Sal off.

" I'm going to shower good luck with your class." He quickly left the room and the smirking otter.

It took Peter a few minutes to find the dorms showers, funny. By now he should know the layout of the dorm inside and out.

The showers were almost empty except for the four or so running shower heads. He walked over to the farthest one in the white tiled musk and steam filled room and swept the curtain aside. The smell of wet fur and old musk, thanks to the foxes, filled the entire room. It was almost like a sauna except for the steam not being a few hundred degrees.

He dropped his pin covered bag as far as he could from the shower and its drain before pulling out its contents. Shampoo and conditioner, a comb, towel, and moisturizer. With a sigh of relief he slid his tank top over his head revealing his blinding white fur to the world. He wasn't a muscle builder by any means but he was lucky enough to be flat and have a nice looking V going. No six pack for him, Peter ran track in middle school and high school. Being a leopard had its advantages in the sport, but he mainly did it for the fun of it. In return he got a shapely everything from the waist down.

He threw his tank top on top of his bag and put a finger into his shorts before sliding them down along with his underwear. They soon followed the tank top on his bag.

He reached down and adjusted his freed sack and sheathe which allowed his red tip to emerge. Some dried cum clumps some of his fur together.He let his paw drop/That's as far as he would let it go, getting caught jacking off in a dorm shower was too easy. Everyone within a one hundred foot could smell radius could smell the wonderful yet potent scent. Peter walked to the shower head and stood to the side as he turned the water on. Hundreds of cold water droplets slapped onto the floor before flowing into the fur clogged drain. Yuck, yet another bad smell in this place.

After fiddling with the handle a few moments the water started to come out the magical way he wanted it, hot enough to feel it but not enough to burn him. Peter stepped into the waters path and instantly the hot droplets pelted onto his fur, matting and soaking up in the absorbing fur. He reached for his shampoo and started going to work.

Sadly soon enough his showering ritual was over and he had to dry off his now strawberry scented fur. The shampoo was bought in the women's section making him smell a lot less musky and ' manly' than the average male. His dirty secret. Peter stepped toward his bag and grabbed the blue striped towel and began to rub his fur dry. A fur dryer is so much easier, sadly only hotels or well off people had them.

He started rubbing his towel into his ears first to get the remaining water out of them before drying off his head, then chest, then legs. He dried off his waist and crotch last because they took longest.

Oh balls, what a blessing and a curse. They take so long to dry. he thought. As he finally stopped rubbing them dry after five minutes. He hated wearing clothes when he was wet. It felt to him as if it turned his cloud like fur into a porcupines needles. Reluctantly he picked up his form fitting boxers and slipped them on, reaching around to undo the tail hole button so he could slip his tail in. Afterwards he quickly adjusted his cathood to a comfortable position. Next were his cargo shorts and then a tight orange shirt and green button up T-shirt. Peter sighed as he tried to flatten his exposed fur but to no avail.

He reached for the shower curtain and pulled it open, reaching for his bag in the process and slung it around his shoulder. He was sure that his paws had a grip on the wet tile before he started to walk towards the exit. The last thing he would want is an embarrassing bruise to top off his already embarrassing day. This thought got him thinking about Sal's offer, he let his legs go into auto pilot as he began to think. "I mean could it really be that bad? Embarrassing yes, but it's not like I would be on screen. I would be the one recording everything." He reached for the door that led out of the shower room and yanked it open, feeling a huge gust of colder air and lower humidity. His paws met a nice soft carpet.

"I could maybe even get enough money for my own place or at least a good starting job to put my foot in the door. A film studio would rather have someone who shot 'adult films' and graduated than a newbie out of film school, right?" He reached the exit to the dorm, passing a few other students either zombie walking to class or drinking their much needed coffee. Or both. " What else will I do, sleep in my friends dorm until I graduate and then what? Apply at a, um. I don't even know where to to apply for Felis sake!"

Thoughts like that filled his head until he got to his building and got into his classroom. He had thirty minutes to kill so he decided to look up Sal's place of work. There wasn't much he could do except watch some behind the scenes videos. He did that for ten minutes before someone else walked into the room. There was a hot naked wolf on the screen and Peter couldn't even get hard that's how stressed out he was. He slipped his phone back in his pocket, making sure the volume was down and the window was closed.

Thinking of nothing else to do he decided to kill time by looking at the previous classes notes and breeze through them. That's pretty much what he did the entire two hours breeze through, he had to create a ten to twenty minute film that showed everything he learned first semester so he just jotted down some ideas and places where he could shoot. When his professor dismissed them Peter was one of the first ones out of the room, speeding his way back to Sal's dorm.

_ Where do you want to meet?_ Peter texted Sal on his out of date phone.

_ entrance of dorm. Ur really going? :0_ Sal responded back, Peter was one of the only people Sal knew that typed normally in text.

Yep Peter responded back, afraid that if he says more he'll back out. "I don't have to stay if I don't want to, just go and check it out. If you don't like it you don't have to do it." He told himself, feeling his claws stab into his bags straps. He didn't bother sheathing them, they always did that when he was nervous. Slowly he could see Sal's dorm come into his vision. He ended up waiting at the gate where Sal was waiting last night. Sal showed up before Peter could talk himself out of it, Sal wearing a sleeveless hoodie and a white pair of shorts.

"Ready to become a man Pete." Sal joked and lightly punched him in the bicep.

"Pfft, I'm more of a man than you otter." Peter snapped with grin after rubbing his bicep.

Sal pretended to cough." *Cough* says the virgin who wants to film porn *cough*." Peter sighed, already regretting telling Sal that info and started to walk to the parking lot with Sal a step behind him.

"So, um. Any tips or... Shut it." Peter said as he saw Sal smirk at his accidental innuendo." Any advice? Is that cleaner?" He joked.

" Be yourself. Scratch that, don't be you be someone who's not embarrassed and blushing whenever a naked person gets in your line of sight" Peter turned to the side with an amused face." Seriously though make sure the camera doesn't hit an actor and be quick, the money shots don't last too long. I can only say you're a good and skilled cameraman, after that it's all you." Sal pulled his keys out of his pocket and started swinging them around his finger as they walked to the car.

Small tips, sorry advice were exchanged during the car ride as Sal drove drove them to 'All Fur' .The place where Peter would lose his oh so innocent childhood in Sals words. Sal parked his car in the employee parking behind the building. " Oh yeah one more thing, Sal is not my name while shooting it's Ty so if you see me." Sal gave him a you know what to do shrug.

"I got it." Peter choked out gazing up at the intimidating sleek black five story building.

"You'll be fine, you get solid grades and your not bad on the eyes. They don't care about the first one but..." Sal smirked and let out a yelp as Peter punched him in the arm. "Ow, easy that's my jerking arm."

"I can't believe you just said that." Peter told him as Sal opened the glass door for him. Taking a deep breathe he stepped into the building and was greeted with huge waiting area filled with grey carpet or black tile and quite a few love seats and chairs. A desk with a female doe was the centerpiece along with the 'All Fur' logo covered in different fur and scale types.

"Let me do the talking for now. When you do talk make sure you don't just let out a squeak, you do that when you're embarrassed." Peter could only nod. Sal led the way towards the lady and put on a smile showing his bright white teeth.