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Power Struggle

Study Session - One

"Does anyone know the answer?"

A broad-shouldered polar bear with a thick gut, and a solemn, quiet expression addressed the class. He held a dark-blue marker in a paw almost as wide as the class textbook was long. Eyes the same dark color glanced at the students, about a half-dozen or so, peppered throughout the climbing rows of seats attached to dull-grey desks. Posters featuring pictures of colorful fruit, nutrition panels, food labels, and various nutrition facts adorned the walls. The student instructor regarded the whiteboard behind him, an empty collection of uneven rows and columns--a matrix pleading for answers from the students. Only the names of various digestive system organs labeled the rows, and the blanket term _Mechanisms_labeled the columns, providing a clue for the answers needed in the boxes within.

An odd-eyed Persian longhair raised her paw. The sorrowful expression betrayed her uncertainty. "Peri...peristaltic?"

"Very close!" The bear offered a smile, his black nose arcing back and forth as if sniffing out the right answer buried in one of the students. "Anyone want to help her out?"

Blank stares burned. The polar bear began to answer before the white tiger in the back spoke, his rounded ears poking through a purple cap imprinted with the university's letters. Clad in a purple school shirt and a pair of gym shorts, his thick, muscular legs dangled off the desktop where he inhabited most of the group study session. "Peristalsis."

"Excellent!" The polar bear offered a nod. The tiger sent a grin back at the student instructor as he wrote the word peristalsis in the appropriate box. "After this circular wavelike action propels the bolus into the stomach, what does the food turn into?"

"Chyme." The tiger again. The polar bear glanced over. The tiger's legs swung back and forth as he sat back on his paws, relaxed like a primary schooler with no teacher in class. His big, muscular body bulged, though, betraying his dedication at the gym. Several times the polar bear had walked past, the tiger squatting heavy or benching without the wisdom of a spotter. Legs stopped swinging, drawing in the polar bear's gaze. The tiger smiled, legs spreading slowly apart, pulling in that gaze to the impressive bulge at the center.

"Uh..." Eyes averted. The polar bear focused on writing the letters of the word: C-h-y-m-e. "That's correct. Anyone else want to take a stab at the mechanical processes that occur in the stomach?"

"Mixing and churn--"

"Th-thanks," the bear cut in. "Ero, is it?" The polar bear chanced another peek. None of the other students had a good look of the tiger, everyone facing forward as the predatory feline kept to his lonesome in the back. The tiger nodded with a grin. A paw snuck to one of his pant legs and pulled it up briefly, revealing a flash of flaccid, pink shaft that rested alongside a furry leg, reaching more than halfway down his thigh.

The marker from the bear's hand pattered against the floor. He dashed to pick it up before turning his back, preparing to write. "Does anyone else want to answer?"

The class continued until the matrix brimmed with answers featuring the processes occurring at the various organs of the digestive system. A dog with giant, floppy ears that competed with the length of his tongue correctly understood the role of digestive enzymes--their catabolic process in the hydrolysis of various macronutrients. A couple other students kept quiet as the grin plastered on the tiger's face, his legs still spread. The bear kept his eyes low. Dense, white fur hid the surface coat of warmth that threatened to turn the black skin red underneath.

Ten minutes before the top of the hour: final questions assaulted the bear for answers. After addressing them, the students gathered their things, stuffed their bags, thanked the student instructor up front, and funneled through the doorway into the hallway that soon echoed with their footsteps. Except the tiger. Legs swung, a tail curled high. A grin sliced the air with its sharp-toothed presence.

"N-need help with anything else?" the polar bear asked after having wiped the board clean.

After adjusting his shorts, the tiger hopped down, the visible bulge giving a hefty bounce. Slipping his backpack on, the tiger ambled his way down the steps. "No, not really." His voice was smooth and friendly.

"You seem to have all these pesky nutrition concepts down well." The bear stuffed his bag with the sign-in sheet he had passed out earlier, a couple textbooks, a notebook. He offered a tiny smile. "Glad you think it's still worth coming to my sessions so regularly."

The tiger's eyes sparkled under the pounding artificial lights of the classroom. "Well, I'm glad to have such an excellent student instructor that makes it worth coming!" Extending a paw: "Thanks, by the way. I swear I only got an A on the first two exams because of you."

A quick glance of the paw--Carwyn offered his own, giving two firm shakes before attempting to let go. But the tiger held tight, smiling, showing off all that teeth again, the same clean-white as his fur.

"Uh, yeah...it's, uh...you..."

The tiger raised an eyebrow, his grin stretching wider. His claws poked at the bear's paw pad. After a few seconds, he let go.

"I mean," Carwyn continued, "you make the effort to come. Not many do. You've earned that A yourself."

"The modest type, eh?"

"M-maybe..."

The tiger chuckled warmly. "Well, I do remember you bragging about your 4.0 GPA, Mr. Double Major."

"I...I didn't mean to brag. A student just asked--"

Another warm, tigerly chuckle. "Just pulling your leg, smarty pants. Got a 3.6 myself--not bad, but certainly not epic polar bear proportions!"

Carwyn only offered a worried grin.

"What got you into becoming a student instructor?" Ero asked, adjusting that bulge of his.

"Uh, oh." Carwyn's eyes darted to that bulge for a split second, at the outline of his glans. "I...like the idea of helping other students succeed--you know, helping them learn both the nutrition content as well transferable strategies like this whole matrix thing. I believe in student potential."

"Well, you're certainly a prime example of a student yourself." The tiger looked the bear up and down. Carwyn ended up betraying a coy sort of nervousness with an unsteady chuckle. "Definitely prime. I should get some one-on-one tutoring. You offering?" A predatory look seemed to take control, the tiger's paw drifting to his own muscular chest, giving it a rub. The polar bear glanced down at the tiger's shorts again, the bulge there growing longer with each pulse of the tiger's heart. The bear sucked in a breath--a quick inhalation as if anticipating a punch to the gut. But the tiger only grinned some more, his malehood: so long and hard that parts of his shaft and thick pubic fur were now visible, his shorts straining.

"I, uh... I need to go." The polar bear snatched up his bag, shoving off a few stray papers and a pen, which danced on the floor before rolling towards the tiger's feet. Ignoring these, Carwyn rushed towards the door but stopped short--a strong paw clutched his forearm.

"Where you going? I've seen the way you look at the guys in the gym. Heck, I even spotted you checking me out when I was benching. Like what you saw?"

"You're on thin ice, Ero." Carwyn glared at the paw clutching him, at the claws poking out. "I can report you to the dean of students."

"You would?" A hurt expression bubbled to the surface, although a grin betrayed its authenticity. "I thought you wanted to help students. Not get them kicked out of college, ruining their future."

The bear let out a sigh before tearing away, a quick tug like pulling a loose baby tooth out with a yard of string. His large body zipped out the door and into the hallway, his steps pounding, echoing like predatory thunder. And two words chased him, making every white hair stand on end.

"I know."

Study Session - Two

The polar bear dressed in his usual business-casual attire kept his head low, several students bent over their phones by the door. The tiger stood there as well, hands in his pockets as earbuds flooded his head with some hard rock tune. A foot's drum rhythm drove the morning with an upbeat tempo. The two didn't lock eyes as the bear punched in the code, the students pouring into the class for their seats. The tiger took his usual spot at the back atop the desk, clad in shorts and the same purple cap from a couple days ago.

Carwyn passed out the sign-in sheet, taking notice of only the students in the frontmost rows. He asked the group to recall what had been discussed in class since last they met, an exercise that preempted most of their study sessions. The tiger raised his paw. Carwyn called on a shy-looking deer who had kept his soft-brown eyes buried in his notes.

"Um, um," the deer said. "I remember the, um, um, teacher discussing two types of fiber: soluble and insoluble. Um...that's all I can really remember, to be honest."

"What else did we discuss in class? Anyone else?"

The tiger raised a paw.

Carwyn called on the thick-set Rottie who could barely fit in his seat. Vanilla-orange soda blasted his mouth with carbonation, the orange liquid sloshing about in the king-sized plastic cup. He shook his head, offering even more of that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look than the previous student.

The tiger raised a paw.

After glancing around the room, the polar bear finally lifted his gaze. "Yes, Ero?"

The tiger's paw drifted slowly to his lap, a smile creeping up onto his face. He then unloaded. Recollections from the class lecture that morning tumbled effortlessly from his maw: the role of the hormones insulin and glucagon, the difference between marasmus and kwashiorkor, the dietary reference intake for protein and how to calculate it, although he noted that protein needs can vary based on life stage, species, and activity level.

"That's...very good." The polar bear offered the other students in the room a few glances. "Anyone else want to add to what he said?" Idle chit-chat from a couple students in the hall buffeted the silence. The tiger raised a paw, drawing Carwyn's attention, only to see the tiger's other paw clutching the base of his bulge, stretching the fabric of his shorts across the mound of flesh along his thigh. His raised paw distracted itself with a new activity: lifting the tiger's shirt to reveal a set of strong abs. Stripes clawed around his musculature, black against white. The tiger sent another grin to the front of the class...and then a kiss.

Again, Carwyn's skin transformed into fire. He turned his back against all the students, snagging a marker from the base of the white board. He bit his lower lip, his eyes peeking down at the protrusion forming in his own pants. His head snapped back up. "Uh...how about we practice some DRI calculations?"

The marker slapped its ink onto the board: 200 pounds.

"Hey, Mr. Student Instructor guy?" The tiger again. "Why are you writing my weight on the board? Of course, it's all from the muscle, but still...I'm shy about it."

All the muscles in Carwyn's own body tensed. He sucked in a breath, his paw gripping the marker so hard it threatened to snap. His dick strained against his pants. A couple students groaned at the tiger's remark, the tiger dropping his shirt and folding his arms together as some of the students turned to give him a look. Carwyn sensed this opportunity and sidestepped to the front desk with its desktop computer and console switch that controlled the lights, projector, and computer.

"Can we kick this guy out?" the Rottie laughed. "Damn, he's making me self-conscious over here!"

"Dude," Ero said, sticking a finger at the Rottie who could barely turn in his chair, "bellies are hot! Flaunt what you got!"

"Anyway!" Carwyn presented the marker. "Any takers? Calculate the DRI for protein for Ero here who weighs 200 pounds--all in muscle, mind you, but still...he's shy about it. Go easy on him."

This drew a few snickers. Ero hopped off his desk, a quiet sneer snagging his face while his paw produced a calculator from his backpack. "I'll do it. That's my weight up there, after all."

"By all means."

Ero snatched the marker, dividing 200 by 2.2 pounds per kilogram to convert the weight to a number only understood by every other developed nation in the world. He then multiplied the quotient by 0.8 grams per kilogram, the standard for the average sedentary adult and enough protein to cover the needs of most species. Ero circled his final answer--72.7 grams rounded down--with a strong nod and a satisfied look.

"Does everyone agree with his work?"

The tiger's eyes met the polar bear's--two bulky predators, gloved in white fur and black adornments that gave their bodies a sense of presence and power--before Ero's eyes gawked at the sight of the bear clutching his own hard member, its rod-like shape outlined in his pants. The angle of the bear behind the desk offered him safe coverage from the prying eyes of the other students.

The tiger grinned, his tail whipping about behind him. The polar bear offered his own grin. A student dabbed at his scientific calculator, before affirming that the answer on the board was correct.

"Go ahead and take your seat, Ero," the polar bear said, giving the outline of his shaft a couple strokes. The tiger blasted a look: a quizzical mix of want and bemusement. He kept his eyes on that ursine erection, hesitant feet drifting towards his desk in the back. He finally noticed the other students staring at him. He set his eyes on a spot on the wall in the back of class and strode back into a chair.

The study session continued as the bear worked through the rest of the material he had planned, his erection having safely retreated. The tiger had exposed himself from underneath the desk, now that he was seated like a normal student, his long dick hanging thickly, threatening to touch the carpeted floor. But the bear never looked up at him--only addressing the students in the frontmost rows. Ero sighed, stuffing himself back into his pants, and rose a paw to answer a few questions, again with the courtesy of a normal student, although he was never called upon. Short, quick answers burst from his lips just before other students could answer, inviting more annoyed looks. At the end of the session, the bear prompted the group for any final questions. None of the frontmost students indicated a willingness to be vulnerable and spout a question that would betray their lack of nutritional knowledge. The tiger raised a paw, giddy sounds tumbling from his mouth as if they were in grade school. His other hand clutched his raised arm, offering it support.

"I've got a question, I've got a question. Pick me!"

"Yes, Ero." The polar bear regarded him, blue eyes cutting like ice.

"Why are you so handsome?"

"Well, that's a wrap! Thanks for attending this study session everyone."

The students collected their things and began to leave one by one. A bunny girl hopped up to Carwyn, so small no one hardly noticed her during the study session. The bear leaned down, nodding as she spoke in a hushed tone. Ero's ears pricked up, noticing the conversation as he zipped up his bag. The bear glared up at him. "Don't worry," he said to the bunny, "I'll talk to him."

"You sure?" she said, concerned.

"Yeah, don't worry. Good luck with the test next week. Sorry you can't make it for my exam review this Friday."

"I know, me too! You're so helpful!" She adjusted her backpack and hopped out of class with a friendly goodbye, sending the tiger a dirty look before heading out. Carwyn waved back and offered another one for the Rottie who trudged behind her, his soda cup clattering into a nearby trash bin.

"Well, well. What was that about? Not me, I hope."

Only the two of them. A tiger. A polar bear. The room glared with its own white lights, as if competing with the present company. The light seemed to blare off the polar bear, making his fur color look pristine.

"She merely offered to report you. You really think you're invisible? That your behavior would go unnoticed?"

A warm chuckle fluttered from Ero's mouth, prompting a confused look. "It seemed like the best part of you had noticed. 'Take a seat,' huh? Damn, that was tempting. Did not expect that from you!"

Carwyn frowned. "You caught me in a moment of irrationality." His frown deepened.

"Aww...don't pout like that. Trying to hide your nervousness under a veil of staunch solemnity?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Isn't it obvious, Brainiac?"

"You like me."

"Ha!" The tiger shook his head, shirking off his backpack. "They don't hand out perfect grade point averages to just anyone."

"No one hands out such things. They're earned."

"Right. Then how about a reward?" Ero continued to speak as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a tight, muscular chest, and abdominals seemingly pulled straight from a fitness magazine cover. "You're so good to the rest of us stupid underlings, helping us understand this nutrition shit."

"No one's stupid." The bear kept his eyes locked on the tiger's. "I attended the same study session the student instructor before me had led."

"So modest. Why won't you look me over? I know my eyes are beautiful and all. But I was born with those. I had to work for these babies." The tiger flexed a bicep. He caught the bear stealing a glance. Ero smiled.

"Why are you doing this? Why not just ask a guy out in private like a normal person?"

"Word on the street is that you're as closeted as they come. You practically reek of moth balls."

"Word on the street?" Carwyn exclaimed. "How the hell would anyone know a thing about me? I don't--"

"Open up to anyone?"

"Y...yeah."

The tiger grinned, stepping in closer. He placed a hand on the bulging bear belly that strained against the polo shirt tucked inside his khakis.

"Gotta find a way to open you up somehow." The tiger looked Carwyn up and down. "I have several ideas."

"What are you doing?" The bear plucked off the tiger's paw.

"You want me. Just fucking admit it."

The bear glanced at the open doorway. No footsteps. No incoming conversations.

"What are you so afraid of?" Ero asked, cocking his head to the side as if he were now some puppy in kindergarten class--the wonder of school and the possibility of new friends before him. "People are more accepting these days."

"It's..." Another glance at the doorway. "It's not just that. Look at me." Thick, broad hands gestured at his entire body.

"Oh, I am."

"I know what you guys like. I'm not your typical fare."

"'You guys,' huh?"

"Ripped guys don't go for hypocrites like me."

"Hypocrites?" The tiger's facial expression softened.

"Again, look at me." The bear stamped his foot. "You know how it feels to be studying both health and nutrition, being the smartest guy in class who can calculate VO2maxes with no problem, but when it comes time to practice estimating body fat with skinfold calipers, having to embarrass myself lifting up my shirt as a bunch of my fit-as-fuck classmates pinch and prod me?"

"Dude, what the hell are you talking about?" The tiger snuck in a hug and a belly rub. The ursine maw snatched a breath like a fish out of a floating stream. "You're hot."

Prying him off: "Hot? You can have any ripped gay guy you want. Is this a joke?"

"Yo. Use that 4.0 brain of yours. You think ripped fags like me are only into _other_ripped guys. Logic, much?"

Carwyn opened his maw to respond, but it fell back shut--a failed beartrap.

"Enough talk. I know you want this. And I want you. Fuck...brains and a nice big belly. Me-ow!"

"Wait, stop!"

The tiger's shorts slipped to the ground, pooling around his feet. Another tigerly grin. Carwyn gulped, his eyes trailing past the definition of his torso and each road bump of black stripes before resting onto the heavy, pink organ that hung invitingly from his loins. A pair of full, low-hanging balls completed the set, encased in soft, white fur. "You like?"

"You gotta be kidding me."

"I'm a big boy, huh?"

"Y...yeah."

Ero took a step out of his shorts, approaching the bear who backed into the computer desk, his paw clutching at the desktop. Ero snaked a paw down to his own dick, which grew stiffer, longer, heavier. He gave it a few testing strokes.

"You want this, don't you?" A few more strokes, and his dick angled up, fully erect, betraying the tiger's virility, his want.

"I..."

The tiger leaned into the bear, his hard dick pressing against the bulge of his belly, lips finding their way to Carwyn's maw, hands pulling that broad ursine head close. Whiskers tickled the small hairs on Carwyn's face. For a split second the bear returned the kiss, but then nudged Ero away.

"I can't."

Slipping away, Carwyn snagged his unzipped backpack leaning against the desk and bolted for the door. His arm tugged back--the tiger clutched one of the shoulder straps.

"Don't go."

The polar bear released the carrying handle, the contents of the bag spilling onto the floor: a notebook, the textbook for the Nutrition class for which he served as a student instructor, a large stack of papers, and a black case containing skinfold calipers for his exercise science class. Carwyn left the room without looking back, leaving the tiger standing there, his once firm erection growing limp as the bag he still clutched in his hand.

The smile had faded from his face.

Study Session - Three

The looming exam prompted a swell in attendance. The previous half-dozen students quadrupled in number--a hyperplasia.

Carwyn stumbled into the room with an apology and a small stack of papers in tow, a few minutes behind their usual start time. Earlier, one of the Nutrition instructors saw a mass of students conglomerating in the hallway. Recognizing a few from her own class as she struck up small conversations, she had punched in her code into the keypad to let them in: six beeps and a click. The polar bear scanned the room, then to the front computer desk. A brow furrowed.

No tiger. No backpack.

The day-blue sign-in sheet found its way to the first student. "Again, I apologize. Misplaced some items, including all the practice exams I had ready. I found a few old study sheets, but as far as the practice exam, I'll just pull up what I have on the projector for you."

"Kitty cat to the rescue..."

Ero peeked his head in, catching his breath, his voice at the calm volume above a whisper. No cap this time, revealing messy fluffs of head-fur, and the tight tank top he wore revealed much of his definition and size. Carwyn's schoolbag hung from a paw. Ero handed it over with another smile and a nod, inviting a curious look from the bag's owner.

"T-thanks."

Another student had taken his usual seat; the big cat instead found a secluded corner in the back to set up shop. Carwyn examined the contents of his bag, producing the stack of practice exams he had made before their last session. Soon a practice exam occupied both the students' desks and their attention. Carwyn announced they would check their answers at the end and to treat the session like a real exam--no help from neighbors, notes, or their textbook. "Challenge your ability to recall the information--this will solidify what you do_know and help identify what you _don't."

His eyes wandered to the tiger in the corner busy filling out the practice exam. Those round ears of his lied flat against his head, and a bit of tongue stuck out: signs of concentration. A pen worked furiously through the questions.

Rustling papers, a few stray coughs and quiet comments, and the occasional slurp from a soda cup--the Rottie again--kept the silence of the room at bay. Carwyn walked up and down the rows, looking at the student's answers to his practice questions. Some answers made him wince, while others made him nod approvingly, although most students never bothered to look up to notice his reactions. At the top row, the polar bear paused. He watched as the tiger worked. Teeth gripped the bear's lower lip. A foot chanced a cautious approach, closing the distance. The tiger didn't look up. Carwyn sighed.

"You making do on your lonesome here?" he whispered, peeking over Ero's shoulder. His nose picked up intermingling scents: tiger fur, sweat from a recent workout, the musky male scent of arousal.

Ero's ears perked up, but his eyes remained locked on the paper before him. "Yeah, I'm doing okay. You've written some tough questions."

"Perhaps I can help." Carwyn leaned in, his bodyweight shifting towards his paw on the desk. "Oh, you're a leftie. Just barely noticed."

The tiger muted a chuckle. A student in the next row down shot him a glance. "Yeah... My friends say I'm so unconventional that I can't even write correctly."

"That seems to be your strong suit--your unconventionality. Can't even get a guy to notice you normally."

"Oh. You saying you noticed me?"

Carwyn sank close to his ear, dropping his voice to the volume of a shy wind. "You _did_whip your dick out for me. Yeah, I kinda noticed."

"Oh, that little thing?"

"Mm-hmm." Carwyn reached a hand over, touching Ero's free paw. "Any problem I can help you with?"

The tiger glanced up, flashing a handsome grin. "Of course, but it ain't on the practice exam."

"Perhaps this '4.0 brain' of mine can help you with that other problem." At this point, the bear was urgently hard. He stood straight, letting his dick and balls press against the tiger's muscular shoulder. The tiger glanced sideways, licking his lips. His free hand came up, giving that erection a stroke through the pants fabric. Carwyn let out a breath, glancing at the room below him; the students remained buried in the practice questions. The paw squeezed harder, stroked a little faster. A big ursine paw found its way to the tiger's head, giving an encouraging touch.

A student raised her hand, sending Carwyn into a startled jump and his erection back into hibernation. He helped clarify some confusion with one of the questions before glancing back at the tiger who had kept watch with that same toothy grin.

The students began crossing the finish line of the practice exam, conversations kicking up as they began comparing answers, discussing the upcoming test, or bullshitting over the travails of life and school and grades and work and kids and finances and love. Carwyn worked through the answers with them, inviting discussion and questions, helping students arrive to aha moments--clarity amongst the clouded sky of their misunderstanding, light bursting through. As their time ended, students sent their profuse gratitude.

"You should really become a professor," said the deer from the other day, clutching his book close. He rubbed one of his antlers. "You explain the material much better than the instructor. For instance, the differences between passive diffusion, facilitated diffusion, and, um, active transport make more sense now." Another student overhearing this agreed.

"That...means a lot." Carwyn smiled. "Thank you."

The rest of the students shuffled out, one proclaiming his bravery--trekking to the testing center to take the exam now while their study session was fresh. The polar bear listened as their footsteps disappeared down the hall, then shut the door. Spinning back, he faced the tiger from across the room.

"Alone again," Carwyn said.

"Yes." The tiger filed away the papers into his backpack before zipping it shut. "By the way, I remember my paw doing a little something around that region the other day." A finger painted a circle in the air, aiming at the specified erotic zone.

The polar bear shifted as if avoiding the aim, paws clasping together strategically in front of his crotch. "Thanks again, by the way."

"Oh, for returning your bag?" The tiger slipped down the stairs, his graceful walk barely making a sound.

The polar bear nodded. "I shouldn't have stormed off like that, leaving it behind..."

"I must admit, the thought of a handsome guy like you leaving little ol' me hanging with such a huge boner at the ready...it's...blasphemous."

"I'd apologize for leaving your dick hanging, but you must certainly realize you're coming across like a dump truck, burying me with all this sexual feline energy. I hardly know you."

"You really don't remember much of me, do you?"

"Remember?"

"Freshman year. I was in your English 1010 class. I sat in the back while you were always up front like the goody-goody student you are, showing off that big brain of yours during the discussions. I remember that foreign student begging you to tutor him personally at his place."

"Oh...that's right." Carwyn's eyes darted back and forth, as if his eyes were scanning through the memories. "You were always so quiet."

"Well, duh!"

"Duh?" Carwyn folded his arms. "What are you talking about? You're the caricature of an extrovert. They're rewriting the dictionaries as we speak! 'Cocky' and 'obnoxious' aren't enough to describe you."

The tiger's face went solemn, and the sparkle that spun like fire in his eyes dissipated. "You know why I'm cocky and obnoxious?"

The polar bear stared back blankly.

"Because that's the only way to get you quiet book nerds to notice a guy like me."

"A...guy like you?"

An unsure smile replaced Ero's typical cocksure grin. "You know: all brawn, no brain. I dated a smart guy like you. Maybe not quite as smart, but a thinker. The sex kept him around for a few months, but he quickly grew bored and dumped me via text--like a true introvert, am I right?" His eyes shimmered under the glow of the lights overhead. "But...I'm a white tiger with black stripes and no color, intellectually speaking. Just a gym cat with no opinion on the mysteries of the cosmos, the political travesties of our day, the socioeconomical struggles of our generation, the myriad societal problems requiring tremendous philanthropic efforts to improve...none of that shit we learn in class."

"What do you care about then?" Carwyn's eyes softened.

"God, I just want a simple life, you know? Watching movies, eating out, playing video games, fucking...all with a guy who can do enough thinking for the both of us. Smarts are just such a turn on...maybe because it's something I lack in myself."

"Didn't you say you have a 3.6 GPA? That's impressive, and you still make time to work out and take care of yourself--look where I'm at?" Carwyn gave his belly a jiggle. "And I'm studying health and nutrition, but I don't look the part. I'm an actor who knows all the lines but is cast in the wrong role. I'm a fraud."

"A fraud?" Ero shook his head. "But you're a bear. You're built this way."

Carwyn shook his head. "No, that's just an excuse I used to tell myself, too. We don't hibernate anymore like we did in paleolithic times where excess body fat was a necessity. Plus, I've seen plenty of bears ripped like you. I'm just...a mess..."

"Oh, Car... don't worry about any of that...you're fucking hot, trust me on that." The tiger looked the bear up and down, flashing an approving smile. "I love the brains and the belly...."

Carwyn's brow furrowed. "Oh, Car, is it? Nicknames already?"

"Yep! Mind if I drive you like one?"

"I...uh..."

"Come on...you just let me spill my mushy guts, and you were oh so kind enough to listen. Time for your reward." Ero traced a finger along the polar bear's chest, at the crevice there. "My, my...I feel some muscle here. I did spot you doing some overhead presses last week. One-fifty. That's impressive!"

"Yeah, but all my gains are buried beneath all this fa--"

"Ssshhh...god, just whip your dick out already and let me play with it." The tiger fell forward, forcing the bear to catch him. Ero threw an innocent look up, as if he were a kitten looking for affection. Up close, his eyes gleamed a tremendous citrine color. "I'm practically throwing myself at you and you keep playing hard to get. I turn you on, don't I? Like I said last time, I've caught you peeking at the gym boys down the hall. Hell, I've caught you ogling me at the squat rack--taking in all this delicious kitty booty." He gave his rear a slap.

"I admit it. You've got a great body..." The polar bear bit his lower lip, his erection pressing against the tiger he still held. "But...this isn't how I imagined getting together with somebody. Plus, I can't date other students attending my sessions; we'll have to wait until after the semester ends--"

"Fuck no."

The tiger sunk his paw into Carwyn's pants, grabbing a hold of the hardness there. Their lips pressed together, Ero burying his maw into the polar bear's. The tiger moaned, slipping his shorts off and letting them pool around his ankles, revealing his malehood once again--but then he retreated from the embrace.

"Dammit, Car...kiss me back. Let go of your inhibitions. What are you so worried about?"

A hesitant pause divided the two. A patient but earnest expression settled on the tiger's face, a look that sent the bear's nose pointing downward and a paw scratching the back of his head. Carwyn glanced at his own crotch, the tiger's paw still buried there, then at the tiger's thick shaft hanging heavily between black-striped thighs.

Finally: "I'm...nowhere near as big as you."

"How big are you? Wait, wait...let me guess!" The tiger stroked the entire length a few times as best he could, his arm straining against the belt. He chuckled, making the bear tense up. "Five?"

A slow nod.

"That's plenty!"

Carwyn fidgeted, the tiger still holding onto his maleness, the soft paw pads on his sensitive flesh keeping him hard. "You're double my length."

"So?" The belt unbuckled. A zipping sound made the polar bear fidget. His pants slid partway down his thighs. The tiger kneeled, then tugged down Carwyn's briefs. A pair of large, white balls plopped out, and the bear's erection angled upwards: dark and hard and ready. "That's what I wanted."

Before the polar bear could protest, the tiger worked his mouth around the stiff dick jutting before him. He pressed a paw against the fat-pad of Carwyn's crotch, revealing more length as he bobbed along. The rough tongue made Carwyn's breathing erratic, and his paws found its way to the tiger's head as if unable to resist touching him. Clutching at the fur, Carwyn moaned louder. His knees buckled. A tongue lolled out.

"Damn..." Carwyn sucked in a breath through his teeth. "So that's what it feels like."

With each heartbeat, Ero's large dick slowly stiffened, angling upward as he focused his attention on the bear. Even as his dick reached its full size and hardness, Ero didn't touch himself, his paw roaming over the bear's excitement. Ero eventually brought himself up to the tip, sucked there momentarily, elicited a grunt, then released. He settled for pawing the bear off. Grinning, he asked, "Never had a blowjob before?"

Carwyn answered first with a grunt and a lustful sigh, but then said, "You think I got a perfect GPA from sleeping around with everybody?" The tiger gave a quiet expression as he continued to jerk off the bear, inviting another sigh and a pleasurable wince--emotions mixing heterogeneously like oil and water. "To be honest...well...you're my...you're my first."

"Score!" The tiger rocketed to his feet, planting a kiss on the bear's maw, dicks smacking into each other. The bear grunted. "First timer, huh? You nervous?"

"My heart is about to deflate from exhaustion. It's pounding so hard."

"I'll pound you so hard." Ero laughed, giving the base of his dick a squeeze--more than ten inches of hard tiger cock. The broad head bulged from the pressure of the squeeze. A few prominent veins ran along the length. A bead of precum oozed from the slit. "Ready to bend over and take this?"

A gulp and stare. "Uh..."

"Dude, I'm kidding." Ero winked. "We gotta break you in first. Here..." Ero took the bear by the wrist, placing the broad paw on his dick before taking the bear's member in his own paw. Offering a reassuring smile, the large cat began the ritual of stroking off his partner, prompting the bear to follow suit. "That's it," Ero whispered.

Sounds of their pawing filled the classroom. Carwyn eventually offered a few whimpers of pleasure, his free paw clutching the front desk. Ero purred, said a few dirty things under his breath, encouraged the bear to keep going. A few times the tiger snuck in for a kiss as they worked each other, the bear's tongue finding the courage to sneak in a few licks, to taste the cat's saliva. At one point, Ero reached in to fondle the bear's ass, finding the small tail there and giving it a playful tug. Ero kissed again, nuzzling the long snout that was hesitant to return the affection. Pre-fluid leaked, the musky scent sending the bear's black nostrils into a furor.

"Hold up for a sec," Ero said, slipping off the tank top and tossing it onto the front desk. His muscles flexed and bulged, Carwyn's eyes darting across all the heavy lines, all that definition. Fluffier white tufts ran down the medial space between his abs, trailing into a thicker mass of pubic fur. "Give you some more eye candy. Wanna touch?"

"C-can I?"

Yet another grin. "You are adorable."

Ero moved Carwyn's hesitant paws for him, settling them onto his abdominal muscles before returning to jerking him off. Paws rubbed cautiously, testing the texture of soft, well-conditioned fur and the firmness of muscle underneath. Carwyn moved up to the bulging chest, the bumps of nipples there. Ero moaned words of encouragement, stroking off the bear faster. Roaming to the broad shoulders, Carwyn suddenly pulled the tiger in close, his lips finally loosening into a confident, passionate kiss. Ero pulled him even closer--kissed him back. He released to make a comment, but the bear locked lips with him again, his paws exploring the musculature of the tiger's back.

"Make me cum, Ero," Carwyn said, catching his breath. "I want you so bad."

Paws found their way to each other's erections, still hard and aching for attention. The clock on the wall pressed its minute hand forward in steady increments. The two students breathed and moaned and lusted, their bodies tensing and jerking from the pleasure the other's paw brought.

"Oh, fuck...I'm gonna..." Carwyn whimpered, his hips bucking forward.

"Fuck, me too, Car..." Ero moaned, his tail whipping back and forth. "God, use that big paw and jerk us both off."

Their dicks collided--one dark, one a fleshy pink--Carwyn taking both in one massive paw simultaneously, stroking the bulging, sensitive heads. However, the disparity in penis sizes required some adjusting to get the stroking just right, but the polar bear soon found a good angle and rhythm. One of Ero's paws snuck down to fondle his low-hanging nuts, his other clutching at Carwyn's free hand. Their fingers interlocked. Quick, shallow breaths warned he was close. Carwyn worked faster. The cat made mewling sounds, his grip tightening.

"Car, fuck..."

That large, ten-inch dick pulsed and pulsed, thick streams of cum shooting upward before splattering down over Carwyn's paw. The sight of all that white spunk seemed to trigger the polar bear. He reared his head back, letting out a low, pleasurable grumble as hot, white bursts erupted from his own dick. He pawed and pawed, Ero spasming from his touch. Spurts of cum intermingled, drenching the polar bear's furious hand.

Ero let out a satisfying sigh, a thick line of cum dribbling from the tip as Carwyn gave a final stroke, milking the last of it, which oozed onto the bear's softening member. The smell was potent: the scents of two lustful males and their mutual climax.

"God, that felt good," Carwyn said.

"Wait until we try some booty action," Ero replied with a grin. "If you're up for it sometime."

Carwyn smiled sheepishly, offering a couple slow nods as he snagged a couple tissues from the front desk to clean up.

Six beeps. A click. The door unlocked.

One of the Nutrition instructors stepped into the classroom, a slim lioness wearing large hoop earrings and a calm but serious visage. Her whiskers twitched. Her eyes settled on the two students in the room.

"Carwyn?" she said. "Are you using this room?"

"Oh, sorry, Professor Thomley!" He clutched the skinfold calipers in one paw, the other pinching a stretch of skin from the tiger's waist who stood with his back turned. The waistband of Ero's shorts squashed the base of his tail, the rest of it hanging over the top instead of through the back hole. "Thought I could use a little privacy here for my exercise science class. Calculating bodyfat percentages."

"Oh, dear!" Noticing the half-naked tiger, she averted her eyes. "I'll stop by later. Didn't mean to intrude."

The door clicked shut behind her. The tiger and polar bear exchanged relieved looks.

"That was way too close," Carwyn said, his fingers fidgeting.

"Quick thinking, Car." Ero adjusted his pants, slipping his tail through the back hole. He had pulled them up haphazardly as soon as he heard the keypad beeping. "I dig it."

"You turned on by my quick wits?" Carwyn slipped the skinfold calipers back into his schoolbag, grinning like mad. "Because I'd love to be there every time you are."

"I'd like that." The tiger slipped on his tank top. "Why do you think I'm taking this 1000-level class? It's certainly not for the information. I've already studied nutrition on my own--max out my gains." He flexed, demonstrating the results of his study.

"Why are you then?"

"For you. To get to you!" The tiger shook his head. "Students talk about you, and your study sessions. How much you've helped them. I signed up for this class so that I can attend these things and learn about you more. See if you'd be...into me."

The polar bear looked stunned. "Well, you certainly got your answer."

"I did," Ero affirmed. "And I want more."

Carwyn chuckled, slipping on his backpack. "But how about we try the other things you like first?" He gave a hopeful look. "How about a dinner and movie first?"

Ero smiled at that.

Study Session - Four

Half a dozen students piled in, finding their usual spots, most of them regulars. Ero had been leaning against the front computer desk, hands clasped behind his head, giving his chest muscles a nice stretch. The polar bear stood with a grin that wouldn't go away. Their conversation hushed into secretive whispers, and a warm, dirty chuckle rumbled from the tiger's throat.

The tiny bunny girl from last week gave a quizzical look, prompting the bear to raise a finger to his maw, shushing the tiger.

Top of the hour. "All right, let's get this session going," Carwyn announced. "Go ahead and have a seat, Ero." He gestured with his eyebrows.

With a grin, the tiger leaned into the polar bear, dipping his maw to an ear to whisper. Carwyn caught a hint of that morning's toothpaste of choice--cinnamon and clove. "I want to kiss you so badly, in front of everyone...boyfriend."

The polar bear bit his lower lip, his head dipping of its own accord. The tiger's tail whipped about as he turned, gliding along the bear's thigh. Ero found his usual seat at the top row. Carwyn spoke with a smile, his voice cracking as he introduced the agenda for that day's session: nutrition as it applies to exercise and weight loss.

"Not my favorite section, I'm afraid." Carwyn gave a few joking pats to his belly, instigating a few lowly chuckles. "Don't really apply the knowledge here as I should."

"Well, you're in luck!" the tiger said, drawing the attention of a couple students. "Because you've got a guy who does." He flexed a bicep.

"You a little shy about your weight?" the Rottie said. "I mean, at least you're working out. I'm just a pile of pudge." He guffawed.

"Well, yeah, a little."

"Oh, you shouldn't be!" The bunny girl now. "My husband is a big guy, too. Don't worry about it. Some people like a little meat."

"Hear that, Carwyn?" An earnestness colored Ero's voice. He sent a kiss his way. "Some people like a little meat."

The polar bear chuckled, an arm hugging himself. "Okay then, who can recall what we learned in class earlier today?"

The tiger raised his paw. He raised it higher. "Call on me, call on me!"

Carwyn smiled at that.