Freshman Heat, Part 1

Story by Eva Shadowcat on SoFurry

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#1 of Freshman Heat

Eleanor experiences many challenges her first year in college, but she never expected this to happen.


This is part one of my ongoing four part series featuring Eleanor Shadowcat and a certain college experience. This chapter is relatively tame, though the future ones will be more more intense and somewhat hardcore in nature as the story progresses. This is my first submission and I hope you all enjoy, feel free to provide any feedback in the comments about that may assist me in future installments.


Freshman Heat, Part 1

The faint slippery slurp echoed in rapid succession through the cramped bathroom stall as Eleanor sat leaning back upon the toilet with foot propped upon the handrail , legs spread wide with her skirt hiked up to her waist, her middle two fingers plunging in and out of her plump sable cunny lips as wet splashes of her feminine fluid dripped down into the water from the crimson vulva, thumb swirling frantically across the prominent nub of her swollen clit. Her breath rushed out in sharp huffs through her flared nostrils while her mouth was crammed shut with her panties, stifling her grunts and groans of pleasure as her slaver mingled with her musky vaginal fluid and filled her taste buds with that delicious melange. Her body twitched and quivered with desperate need for release as the tempting spectre of climax coiled in her loins like a viper ready to strike and just as she perceived the peak of that glorious moment approach the soft squeal of the bathroom door cut through her perked, fox-like ears, bringing every motion in her body to a shivering halt. She clenches her teeth viciously into the fabric of her panties as drool dribbled down to her chin, growling low in her throat for a moment as her eyes opened wide, her ears swiveling to follow the patter of feet as they approached the door beside her.

The girl entered and performed her business, the entire ordeal lasting approximately ninety seconds before the roll of the toilet paper and the roaring flush followed. There was of course the visit to the sink for washing of hands and the inevitable self-examination native to every female of college-age, and another ninety seconds later, the intruder was gone. To Eleanor Shadowcat it lasted a century.

As the door squeaked shut again and closed with a soft bump, her body exploded into a flurry of action, her wrist jerking upward to stab repeatedly at the swollen gland just an inch or so inside and upward while her thumb pinched down and rubbed from side to side, her vulva expelling heavy splashes of her lubricating juice she arched her back and reached out to claw rivets into the surface of the wall with her free hand. Her eyes rolled back as she let out a heavy, throaty groan and began to spasm, the whirlwind of ecstasy in her core roaring to life, descending from her lower belly and through her nethers like a tidal wave while echoing up into her breast, her face flushing hotly beneath her pale grey fur, her generous breasts heaving as she panted for air before suddenly taking in one final deep breath. Oh sweet release! With one final heave of her shuddering form, she turned stiff and then thrashed like a caged beast, her cunny expelling a heavy gush of juices right into the water, splattering against the side of the bowl in a wide spray as her cunny clenched and spasmed around her knuckles, her vulva convulsing rapidly as every inch of her nethers seemed to erupt like a caldera. She lurched forward with a defeated sigh as a strained smile spread across her lips around her panties, now soaked in drool.

After a few seconds of tingling, exhausted aftermath, she slumped back against the upraised lid and reached up to remove her panties, groaning as a line of spittle stretched from her maw to the bundle of fabric. Panting in slow, steady gulps for air, she removed her fingers with a loud squelch and brought them up to her mouth to suck the fluid from her digits, lapping her palm and over her wrist, getting every drop of that flavor she could from her mussed fur. The panties slid around her ankles as she lifted up, keeping the front of her skirt in her teeth as she straightened them around her waist, feeling them soaking up the drool of her snatch as it continued to dribble out and would do so for some time, the warm wet feeling wrapped around her groin and waist making her shiver. Her body was still flushed, but the painful need in her was placated to a low, throbbing ache, yet she knew it would only be for a short while - too short in fact. She picked up her messenger back and took a few deep breaths before opening the stall door and heading to the sink to wash her hands, looking down into the running water as she rubbed her trembling digits together, her eyes narrowed beneath her furrowed brow, legs still twitching beneath her as she tried to concentrate on anything else. She turned off the faucet and paused before snatching up a few paper towels and wiped her hands dry, tossing it deftly into the trashcan a few feet away and then set her hands on the edge of the sink, lifting her head up slowly to look into her own reflection.

Her eyes were a bright golden-opal color with flecks of green just about her broad, penetrating pupils, the grey fur of her face tufted out slightly around her cheeks and jawline and turning smooth along her slender, tall neck. Her ears were lofty and sharply-pointed in vulpine fashion, tipped with prominent tufts of black fur while tufts of white extended from the insides. Above the crest of her rounded, cat-like snout the fur turned grey in a triangular shape down her muzzle and the front of her throat and before spreading out around the curve of her broad and ample bosom of which her low-cut lavender tank top provided a generous view. Her hair was long and thick, sable black with both quality that was simultaneously thick, sleek and bushy, and it had a tendency to become rather unkempt. Her moderately wide shoulders and toned, yet slender arms twitched as they stretched down to her large and long-fingered paws resting on the counter's edge. She had a generally hour-glass shape to her body, though she had not grown in to the voluptuous form of her mother quite yet, having only reached the first glimpse of maturity, yet her wide, child-bearing hips belied the plump and perky backside hidden beneath her knee-high black skirt. Her long feline tail was broad and muscular, tipped with a thick tuft of black fur and it twitched and wriggled in a stiff and anxious manner behind her. She was altogether a fair and even mixture of her feline mother and vulpine father.

She regarded herself in both vocal and mental silence, the heavy throb of her heart beating against the inside of her skull as she stared into those deep black pools of her opal irises, her normally cool and composed expression showing cracks of anxiety and desperation, eyelids and ears twitching as her jaw clenched and ground slightly. She was losing control and she had no conceivable explanation.

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As she marched briskly through the hall with her eyes downcast, brow furrowed with a smoldering fury, she considered her situation carefully. She had always prided herself on having authority over her body and desires, yet these feelings were not completely alien to her; she had experienced several periods of heat since hitting puberty in her eleventh year, but never before had she felt so utterly and despairingly lost beneath the power of her physical urges. Even under that agonizing spell when she was sixteen and her lust had driven her boyfriend, a particularly randy wolf she had managed to capture, to shun here over sheer physical exhaustion, she had not known any such urges before, and they were only getting worse.

The last three days had built into a crescendo this morning when she awoke in the dark of early morning sweating and drooling between her thighs and worn out the battery of her vibrating rabbit. She managed to pull herself together enough to make her way to a nearby gas station, twitching and sweating, her messy black hair hanging disheveled about her shoulders. The store clerk had regarded her with a curious and suspicious expression as she purchased five more packs of batteries and practically ran from the store before returning to her dorm for several more hours of self-satisfaction.

After passing out in exhaustion, she awoke that morning groggy and somewhat satiated, but that had not lasted long and the heavy regime of morning classes which stretched out into two in the afternoon had been utterly torturous. Now things were building again toward some terrible apex that seemed to dwarf anything she'd faced before and mingled with her mounting fear was a roiling fury buried deep inside her heart. Why hadn't her mother told her anything of this? She had never been shy or wary of speaking about sexuality with her before, and surely she must have gone through something similar at her age. It seemed unfair and irresponsible to leave her without any guidance. The thought crossed her mind to call her and let loose her frustrations, but something inside told her that would be a pointless endeavor, and besides, maybe things were different with vulpines.

The hybrid sighed heavily as she swayed a little and put a hand to her head, feeling the throb of that approaching fever begin to burn upon her brow. Perhaps it would be best to take her mind off things - occupy her thoughts with other things. She grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria and headed off toward the Phys. Ed compound, making her way to the football stadium, a fine place to relax and read and enjoy the comfortable warmth of the mid-autumn air. Her dark hair danced about in the steady, fragrant breeze as she marched along the sidewalks, avoiding the curious gazes of the other students as she passed them by, her messenger bag clenched tightly around the front of her waist to hide the faint stain of her fluids steadily soaking through her panties, but the scent was unmistakable, palpable and musky - hoping the wind would make it's origin faint and difficult to detect. She did catch the sharp glance and heavy intake of breaths from a few individuals, one especially curious male tiger stopping in his tracks and giving her a narrow glower before moving along, but she paid them no heed, she was safe in the public eye, from herself even moreso than others.

She trudged through the entrance of the stadium and made her long weary way up the stairs to the second tier of seats, trying to set herself apart from the various other groups that would convene for reasons such as her own. Though, more often than not this was a place many came to flirt, a prospect she was not unaware, but she made her posture particularly off-putting to avoid any such occurrence. This was, after all, her freshman year; she was not yet nineteen and had always been shy or at the least solitary. Having come to a new school, not to mention a new city had left her alone and without any friends to speak of, though she had gained a few acquaintances, her general demeanor kept many at a distance.

Sitting down with a heavy sigh, she removed her sandwich and proceeded to devour it ravenously, purring with satisfaction as the delicious mixture of meat and bread and sauces mingled together upon her tongue, providing instant relief to her primal needs, her eyes easing shut as she wrenched chunks of it apart with her teeth and chewed desperately, swallowing with heavy groans. She was glad she'd set herself apart, for she made quite a spectacle of the meal and finished in less than three minutes. She licked her lips and fingers clean, leaning back and wrapping up the paper, setting it into her messenger back to dispose of later, her hands moving to rest on her belly as she felt it churn with satisfied grumbles, a lazy smile spread across her face. After a moment of respite, she reached into her bag and snatched out her novel, a science-fiction/noir piece about robots and a gruff bulldog detective. It was an interesting story, while someone simple in nature, but the simplicity easily distracted her from the problems at hand and within a few minutes she was deep into the story.

If things had continued this way, her day probably would have gone much differently, but alas, life has a funny way of setting pitfalls in the most inconvenient ways.

At first there was the steady rumble and chatter of deep male voices coming from the entrance of the stadium, followed by the thump and stomping of heavy feet beating together against the grass, the heady masculine scent of sweat and testosterone mingling with the broken blades of grass beneath their cleats and above all, that which finally broke her concentration, the sharp whistle of the football coach calling the team to attention. Dear Lord, she thought as she lifted her head from the rain of words before her vision and opened her eyes wide in agonized delight, gazing upon the mass of muscled bodies, her jaw slackening as she took in a deep breath through her mouth and flared nostrils and drank in that delicious mixture of flavors, not today.

She began to tremble immediately, her knees knocking together as her thumbs dug into the pages of the book, one of her eyes twitching as she glowered at the towering male bodies organizing upon the field, the coach and his assistants setting the various groups to one task or another. Even had she known much of the sport, her mind on it's current path would not be able to follow any of what transpired, only that desperate desire that started to grow deep inside her core. She clenched her eyes shut and stared down at the book once more, clenching her jaw as she tried to shut out any thoughts beside the story spread out upon her knees. For the first few minutes, she was mildly successful, but with each heavy, fleshy smack of muscle upon muscle, that sinewy strain followed by groans and roars of effort, the deep throaty cries and victorious bellows that followed, the almost militaristic chants, call and response, commands and shouts and wild laughter - it all began to mingled together into hurricane of desire she could dismiss no longer. Her trembling eyes trailed up toward the source of the sounds as she let out little whimpery groans as she swallowed hard, licking her lips as she began to salivate heavily while a corresponding drool began once more between her thighs, soaking her already damp panties.

She watched with terrified fascination, shivering from time to time, and unable to pull her attention away for even a moment, all rational thought fading back into silence as her primal mind rose once more to dominance. She couldn't say how long she sat there staring from one to another, her spasms becoming more and more pronounced as her cunny drenched through her panties and even began to soak into the bottom of her skirt, but she knew what broke her attention at last, and it was wholly unexpected. Some kind of fight broke out between two of the players, a tall and well-toned stag and a broad-shouldered, stockier rottweiler. There was a short burst of shouting devoid of any of the regular humor followed by some posturing and a few heavy grunting shoves. The skirmish rapidly escalated until it appeared the stag was about to throw a swing, but was blocked by the sudden intervention of several other players who quickly threw themselves between the two. The shouting increased into a cacophony, and soon everyone in the stadium was looking down upon the field with the excitement and interest that only violence can draw before the entire situation was called to a halt beneath the sharp squeal of the coach's whistle.

Eleanor blinked rapidly, having been drawn back to attention herself by the end of hostilities and quickly slipped the bookmark into place, shutting it and shoving it back into her messenger bag before lifting up to her feet and fastening it over her shoulder. She started to make her way down the stairs, taking care to not look upon the field, but after a few rapid shouts from the coach she noticed that the two players were quickly sent away toward the locker room, the entrance of which lie in the direction she was headed, presumable under the threat of further remonstrance.

She walked briskly, trying not to give them any heed, but her eyes kept darting toward the direction of the two males who were marching sulkily parallel to her upon the field. They made it to the locker room before she did, thankfully and she took a deep breath as she walked by with every intention of letting out a heavy sigh of relief. It was the breath that doomed her, for what entered her nostrils was a saturation of musk and sweat and masculine flavor that only males under violent duress can create, and that scent sent her nerves into violent convulsion. She shuddered and held that breath, her eyes rolling back as she bit her lip and almost stumbled forward onto her knees, her body convulsing as she rocked to one side and caught herself against the wall beside the locker room entrance, which was an open stone passageway that turned to the left before twisting inward once more, providing privacy without stifling the airflow. Her eyes opened wide as she let out a groan, her pupils dilating to enormous black pools as her head twisted inward and took a rapid series of snuffling gasps, drinking in that delicious scent until her face contorted in a bestial grin, drool dribbling from one corner of her lips. Any kind of control she'd maintained, however feeble and narrow in it's breadth and strength was gone, this was a female in heat without conscious restraint.

She stumbled her way into the passageway with a quick look behind and to the side to make sure she wasn't being watched, a frantic look in her eyes of a burglar on the prowl, her body tense as she threw her back against the wall and crawled toward the entrance to the locker rooms. The scents grew more and more powerful as she drew closer, turning her head around the corner to catch the sight of the two wrenching their helmets and padding off with rage and frustration, her ears catching their angry back-and-forth without registering any words or giving them any heed, only staring at their virile, sinewy forms with greedy lust.

"Goddamnit Marcus, why'd you try to swing at me? You know coach would'a been fine with a little shoving, but now we're both fucked!" growled the sneering rottwieler as he tossed aside his shoulder pads and began to peel his sweat-soaked shirt from his body, untying his breeches with sharp yanking motions and glowering at the stag.

"I know, fuck, I know it Brad! But you shouldn't have started talking shit, you know how it gets on my nerves. And besides you know you let me get sacked on that last run on purpose. Made me look like an asshole out there!" barked back the sneering stag, his long brown muzzle dripping with sweat as he untied his cleats and tossed them into his locker, working on his leggings.

"I did not do it on purpose, alright? I just wasn't paying attention and you had to call me out on that, so yeah, I talked some shit! That's what we do out there, no need to get your damn panties in a wad!" the wolf cried back.

Panties! Some deep, faint remnant of Eleanor's rational mind shouted into her bestial one. And without hesitation, she set her messenger bag down and reached into her skirt, dragging her soaked underwear free with a sight effort, her body twitching as she balled them up and shoved them into her bag before turning back to look into the room. They two males must have been in a hurry because when her eyes were cast upon the room, they had undressed, leaving what was left of their clothing on the benches and the last glimpse of their naked forms disappeared into another room, which must have been the showers. She slipped into the locker room, tucking her messenger back into a crevasse between the end of the lockers and the wall, her legs shaking as she snuck upon the balls of her feet toward the area. She paused only momentarily to pick up the two jock-straps which sat on different benches and brought them up to her face, shoving her nose into them and taking in a heavy, throaty breath, her eyes rolling back as her body spasmed violently, her cunny letting out a rush of fluids across her thighs as she let out a heavy sigh and stood there twitching and purring. No time to waste! Must hurry! No time!!!

With this last, desperate cry, her rational mind went quiet once more and she dropped the straps and took steady, determined steps toward the showers, a crazed, almost idiotic look spread across her face, her tongue hanging free from her slack jaw, teeth glistening with slaver, her hands twitching on either side of her. Her lids hung low, twitching as her tail swished and slapped around behind her, stiff and bristling, every fur upon her body standing on end. She felt tense, determined, like a feral cat ready to pounce upon it's prey as she turned the corner into the showers and took a step upon the cool tile floor, gazing upon the backsides of the two males still bickering in a more subdued manner, having resigned themselves to their fate. But oh, how wrong they were about that.

"Probably gonna put us through the ringer tomorrow... what a fucked up day this turned out to be." muttered the canine in a grumbling manner, his taunt, muscled backside clenching from the cold as he reached out to touch the faucet before him.

"I heard that..." replied the stag as he made the same motion. But before either of them could turn the faucets, they were frozen in place by a sound they did not expect, and probably could not have.

"Please..." Eleanor spoke in a soft, trembling voice which cracked as the word came to an end, standing with her skirt lifted up to her belly, her legs spread slightly, exposing the swollen, plump mound between her glistening thighs, their cushy mass twitching and clenching up as the slit beneath the dark and soaked patch of black fur, contrasting sharply with the white belly just above it let out a long, oozing line of fluid, shimmering in the cold light of the room and landing with a splatter upon the tiles beneath her.

They turned, their hanging members and hefty sacks filled with young, potent seed swinging from side to side, upon which her eyes danced from one to another admiring the contrast of each. The stag was longer, thick around the base and tapering to a flared tip, with a smooth brown surface and streaked with veins. The canine's was stockier, like himself, a good deal thicker and swelling outward around the middle before coming to a more tapered, spear-like tip, and it was smooth and crimson-red.

The two males stared at her with absolute astonishment, blinking with confusion and letting their jaws slacken with surprise.

"Please... help me..." she let out in willowy whisper, tears welling up in her eyes as her knees began to buckle slightly, the scent of her heady musky now flooding the air as it danced toward them.

Their faces changed almost simultaneously, curling into grins as they took in heavy breaths through flared nostrils and they took one quick glance at each other and nodded.


Tune in next time to see what happens to poor Eleanor at the hands of these two feisty males.