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"Look, Petey. For fuck's sake, man."

"Hey, I am looking. And I'm just saying, you wouldn't need help if you just studied for yourself, you know?" He smiled, always in his self-effacing way. He sat back in his chair, its gas cylinder overtaxed by his paunchy weight. It sagged slightly and the goat squirmed. "But, I mean, I guess I can help you out. You're Sven, right? I can help, since I finished my assignment two weeks ago. Let me just finish this raid I'm on."

The polar bear sat down too, making Petey's bed creak in a way the goat was used to hearing. He scratched himself, rumpling up his muscle tee, briefly showing the simultaneous pudge and muscle that all the bears in the college seemed to sport. "What are you playin', anyway? World of Dragons or some shit?"

"Warcraft. It's World of Warcraft," he said politely and with a chuckle. "What game do you play again? Fewt-bowl, something like that?"

"Real funny." The bear laid back and huffed. "So what do you want this time, huh? Case of beer?"

"No thanks, I don't really drink," said Petey distantly, clicking and typing. He was trying to maintain a disjointed chat with his guild, most of the members of which he was fairly sure were away-from-keyboard at best and mildly retarded at worst.

Staring at the ceiling, the bear yawned. Practice had been rough that morning. His muscles were bruised and stretched, and sweat clung to the downy fur all over his body - but it was especially swampy in his pants. "Um. That faggot towel boy's got Kocaine Kahnso tickets. I could probably convince him to take you along."

Petey was quiet for a few moments. He sighed - the raid was a no-go - and typed AFK into the group chat. "Uh, nah, I think I'll pass. That dude is kinda creepy, honestly." He stretched out and sighed, hooves at the ends of chubby legs scraping against the abused wood floor. "How would you go about that, though? I hear he's kind of a... you know, a loose person..." He laughed. "Would you sleep with him?"

Sven sat up with eyes narrow. "Fuck's it to you what I do with my dick?"

"Whoa, hey, slow down." Petey held up his hands in a show of harmlessness. "I'm just trying to say, like, uh... if you were willing to diddle him to get me a concert ticket," he stood up in the short pause and stretched his arms again, making his elbows pop, "how's about you cut out the middleman and just fuck me?"

The bear was leery. "Fuck you? Come on, man, can you even see your dick? You're a tubby fuck."

It didn't hurt Petey to hear that. He was actually a little bit proud of his healthy figure. Smiling, he said, "And? You got a little flab yourself. Granted, there's a lot more muscle under yours, but I bet your butt jiggles when somebody towel snaps it." He braced his hands on his hips and giggled. "Come o-o-on. Bet you'll enjoy it, and it'll keep you from wasting your tuition money, now won't it?"

Sven grumbled and started to pull off his tee. Petey was delighted and undressed on the spot, ditching his campus hoodie with the Cool Ranch-flavor Dorito dust on it and his comfy black sweat pants for bare fur. "Oh, and as you can see, I actually can see my dick," the goat said with playful relish. "Lucky for you I love it up the butt so much."

The polar bear regarded Petey's impressive, cut cock and nearly furless scrotum with begrudging respect; the nerd was better-hung than he was. But Sven's uncut cock was thicker by a fair measurement, and it was hued an aggressive shade of black. The goat saw as much when the bear pushed down his track pants, which had nothing underneath them. "You better have lube, Petey. I'm not eating your fat ass."

Although he rummaged through his desk and found a half-squeezed tube of lubricant very quickly, Petey was still coy. "That's a shame. My butthole's probably cleaner than your tongue is. Not gonna force you, though."

He tossed the lube on the bed and spun with some grace, putting his thick ass in Sven's face. The bear recoiled, then cupped a cheek with a little reluctance. "I could do worse," he murmured. "I expect a good paper for this, though."

Sven smeared his dark meat with the lube, fluffing at the same time. The goat looked over his shoulder, smiling with an impish quality. He flicked his tail in the bear's face. "Nice dick. Uncircumcised, huh?"

"Yeah." The bear grabbed Petey by the ass cheeks, squeezing until the flesh dimpled around his fingers. "You want to ride or you want me to do the work?"

Riding didn't sound like a half-bad idea to Petey, but physical activity was the bane of his existence. He gyrated his ass into Sven's paws, hoping to tempt the bear into a taste, but Sven only pushed back. Spurned but not discouraged, Petey draped himself across his absent roommate's bed and let his tail wag above his charcoal-colored bottom. "Come do your thi-i-ing," he cooed, looking over his shoulder and through the curtain of his bangs. "You can fuck my brains out. I can take it."

A crooked grin twisted Sven's face. Pushing against Petey and making his round butt deform, he remarked, "Suddenly I get why so many morons on the team haven't gotten expelled yet."

"I'm not gonna say I trade a lot of papers for a lot of cock," said Petey slyly, "but you'd know I was lying anyway, huh?"

Sven ground roughly against the goat, hotdogging his plump, warm cheeks for a hot second. When he pulled back and straightened out, he put a knee on the bed and stuffed his cock between the goat's cheeks again, but this time perpendicular. Just when his cockhead pushed into the pink pucker down in that deep ass crack, he bit his jowly lip and huffed severely through his nostrils.

Even though his anus was a little swollen and very well-trained, Petey was still a tight fuck. He gripped the lip of the bed, breathing slowly through his mouth. He closed his amber eyes. "Ea-a-asy, there, big fella," he sighed. "Just take it easy..."

The polar bear draped his body over Petey's, gut on the goat's back and jowls near an ear. "Pretty good for a fatass nerd."

Petey laughed. "Flattery will get your face sat on, pal."

Slowly but ceaselessly, the bear worked his dark meat into the goat. His balls with their plush white fur inched closer and closer to Petey's with their gray mottled flesh and lewd stripe of dark hair. Sven was actually jealous that Petey such a stripe, but he couldn't grow one himself. Leaning around the goat's head and nearly bottomed out, Sven growled, "Want to make out?"

The thought of that big, broad bear tongue in his gay mouth was an interesting one to Petey. He answered the question with an action, pushing his lips against Sven's jowls, slurping the bear's palate and of course that enormous, beautiful tongue. Sven puffed through his nose and pushed his muzzle in tighter to Petey's, locking lips and tangling tongues right as his hips met the goat's ass cheeks and made them flatten out somewhat.

A low, pleasant moan rumbled through Petey, shared by Sven an octave lower. In spite of the clumsiness of the position and how limited the kiss made his strokes, Sven fucked the goat eagerly. He wasn't fast or particularly steady, but the passion was what Petey enjoyed, and he ground back into the bear's sloppy work. He was going to write a wonderful paper for the bear, he was sure of it.

Petey panted into the kiss. Drool ran down his chin, making a dark smear on his roommate's comforter. "Ugh--, oh-mi-gawd," he gushed around Sven's giant, slobbering tongue.

Sven broke the kiss entirely and straightened out, resting his sticky jowls in Petey's blonde heartthrob hair. Still with a knee on the bed, he pounded the caprine with brutal, repetitive bucks, each one causing the goat's round ass to wobble and jiggle like a gelatin dessert. "Fu-u-uck... you better not tell any of your friends I was doing this..."

Quickly Petey said: "I--, ah, I doubt anybody in my guild knows who you are anyway."

Sven laughed and gripped the goat fast, mashing his hips flush to that wide ass. He jerked to the side and suddenly Petey was on top with a gasp, clenching violently on the bear in the shock of the moment. This made him wince; it made Sven shudder and curl his toes. "Ride me, tubby... I'll jerk that big dick of yours."

"Yeah! Yeah, all right," panted Petey, leaning forward, starting to bounce. He was clumsy about it, just lifting his ass and letting it drop. Gravity did the brunt of the work for him.

The bear didn't seem to mind it; he was grinning, all teeth, and he sat up with a bit of difficulty. "C'mon, lean back into me. Lemme get at your cock."

So Petey rested his back against the taller, stronger bear, and his bouncing suffered for it, yet Sven seemed fine with that too. He panted into the floppy length of Petey's ear and tightly, possessively gripped his cock, squeezing down until its head flushed a purple shade. Although Petey yelped in pain, he also shot a fat and sloppy runner of precum through the bear's fingers.

Sven slid his tough digits down Petey's cock, letting the glans breathe. While Petey tried clumsily to ride him, Sven gave him a rough and dirty handjob. He tugged and squeezed and tweaked the shaft, and his work left the goat clenching and wincing. Even then, as Petey was almost still save for some token shifts and grinds, his anal muscles were gripping and massaging the bear's cock in beautiful ways.

"C'mon, Petey," he growled down into the cup of the goat's ear. "Pop for me. Let's see how hard you can shoot."

Petey's rubbed around the bear's flanks and his back, chubby fingers dragging through coarse white fur. Hanging off the bed, his hooves scraped on the floor, knocking tunelessly as his muscles tensed. "You're being so rou-u-ugh," he crooned. "Gawd, and my butt really hurts too."

"It oughta," Sven growled just before he bit down on Petey's ear. He wasn't trying to punch a hole in it, just gum it in his jowls and hold it with his teeth, which was precisely what he did. He wrapped his free arm about the goat's belly, holding him with the same firm possessiveness that was in his bite. "C'mo-o-on," he grumbled around the goat's ear, his paw making a cacophony of wet smacks and sucks with each tug on Petey's meat.

With cheeks red and flushed and sweat rolling down his plump body, Petey was near his climax and he made it abundantly clear to the bear with his squirms and grabs. He gnawed his lip, leaving sore, swollen marks inside of it; his eyes rolled back before they closed. With his ass clenching like a vise on the bear and his cock throbbing a shade of purple again in that meaty, white paw with its tough black pads, Petey shot like a rocket. A streak of jizz arced high and splattered into his bouffant hair.

Sven snickered and growled into the ear in his mouth, easing off in both his grips but still tugging the goat's cock. He took some care to aim it at the goat himself, and to his amusement, Petey painted his own face and fat belly with crisscrossing stripes of sticky white spunk. With a guttural growl in his chest, he took his lips off of Petey's slimy ear and his sticky fingers off the goat's penis. Moving like a brute, he manhandled the happy goat and putting him face-down again. Just as before, he didn't pull his hips away from Petey's rear.

"My turn now, tubby - and then you're gonna write me a paper."

While Sven bucked and humped, Petey rested his sticky chin on his arms and sighed. He wasn't worried about the paper. He wasn't even worried about how pissed his roommate was going to be when he found jizz on his comforter again. In fact, Petey was thinking about joining a different World of Warcraft guild.