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There were few better places in the world to get yourself a cup full of social lubricant than a college party, and after her unusual methods of enrolling at the university, Selina was finally settling in and feeling like she belonged.

The fact that she had a full cup of booze in her palm was definitely helping with that, and the fact that the party was taking place in her unit was definitely a plus, but she was getting ready to branch out and visit other parties...eventually, anyway.

"You know the best parties happen across the way at Merlini, right?" Zack asked, as he clinked cups with her and made his way further into the apartment. "You should really try heading over there sometime, instead."

"Tall talk coming from a guy who spends more time in my apartment than I do," she countered, hiding her sheepish grin behind the curve of her cup. "Speaking of...it looks like you brought a little extra riffraff along with you, this time."

"Is that a problem?"

"Maybe run it by Bradley first, next time," she reminded him. "But since you're already here, and they're already here...I'm not about to ask all of you to leave."

"Good thing, too."

"Why's that?"

"They listen about as well as I do," Zack confessed. "A little rough around the edges, if you catch my drift."

The Doberman was a walking pinnacle of the college lifestyle, attending purely for all the sex and booze that he could milk from a building in a four-year span; his drift was always the same, and impossible to miss.

"...I don't suppose you told them about...uhm..."

Selina trailed off when she noticed his grin widening, and a splash of her drink ended up on her top as the Doberman snuck past her, making sure to leave a full, confident spank across her backside.

Knowing him as well as she'd come to, she knew that was the closest thing she'd get to a proper answer, and suddenly, she felt a little too vulnerable.

The hosts of eyes that were wandering into the party, each revealing their own level of inebriation to the rest of the room, weren't helping with her comfort level, and standing in front of the fridge like she usually did at her Bradley's parties wasn't offering her the same sense of relief and safety that it usually did.

For the first time in weeks, she was actually considering retiring to her room early and popping in her earphones, but she'd have to make it there first, and the impossibly small college apartment was already filling to the gills: just wading through the crowd of scantily clad bodies and scattered drink cups was going to prove a herculean task.

"Got a bit of a hole in your chin?"

The comment was innocent enough, at first, until Selina felt the weight of a stare on the cooling stain on her tank top.

"...You're one of Zack's friends, aren't you?" she asked, taking a moment to collect herself and bite back on the kind of greeting she wanted to offer to such a statement.

At first, the wolf seemed genuinely confused by the question. That much was a relief for Selina, who thought that the boys might not be friends at all, keeping her reputation from being tarnished any further.

"Zack? Yeah, we...w-we've hung out a couple times," he claimed, stumbling over his words just as easily as a fallen Solo cup. "He's a cool guy!"

Selina was forced to catch him, her paws landing against his shoulders. It was a miracle that she unclenched them in time to avoid slamming her fists against his neck, but just for keeping him from meeting with the floor, it seemed she'd already captured his interest.

"Totally," she replied, her tongue as dry as the inside of her now empty cup. "...Thanks for knocking that down, by the way. Gives me a reason to start cleaning the floor in the middle of a fucking party."

The wolf was drunk, clearly enough, but he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't pick up on the frustration in her tone. "Who says that you have to clean that up?" he asked, trying to act with greater sobriety than he was capable of, right then.

"If I don't, you might ask if there's a hole somewhere else on my body," she pointed out, gesturing to the rest of the drink as it spilled over her short shorts. "Guess I'll just be sticking to cans for the rest of the night..."

"I bet you've got some really nice ones in there."

"...Did you really just...ugh."

Stepping away from the timber wolf and letting him catch his own weight, Selina swung the fridge open and looked for anything she could consume that wouldn't make a huge mess when it was inevitably knocked out of her paws.

She could have ignored the sound of the canine slumping into the floor behind her, but given that she let him fall without warning, she felt just enough guilt to close the door slowly and stand over him with a condescending smirk.

"If you hadn't been staring at my cans, you might have been able to catch yourself," she teased. "And for being such a tool the second you walked into my party, I'd say this makes us even."

"...Feisty," he answered. "I like that."

"Actually, it's Selina," she corrected him. "And you've got no idea how feisty I can be, though you're definitely on the right track to find out..."

Her tone wasn't sensual enough to turn the canine on as much as it should have, but from the flat of his back, he couldn't help staring right up the length of her body, catching just the slightest glimpse of her panties as she shifted her stance.

"Wheeler," he introduced himself in the middle of a simply awful first impression. "And I'd love to know what I've gotta do t-to...to stay on that track."

Temptation ran through each of Selina's fingertips as she popped the top on her fresh can of beer, wondering if it would be a waste to simply pour the whole thing over his face and leave him in a puddle on the kitchen floor.

...If he's friends with Zack, he's probably friends with Rivard, too, she thought. With my luck? Pouring this out on him is just gonna give him a fucking boner.

"Got a feeling you couldn't keep up with me on my track," Selina replied, thinking she was keeping things simple and clean with that. "Though it would be kinda funny to see you try."

"Wait a minute...you...you actually race?"

"Competitively, yeah," she was bewildered by how anyone could miss the fact that she was still wearing her jogging shorts; tiny as they were, they were comfortable to wear for occasions other than hanging out on the track. "Don't tell me that you're from some rival school or something? I'd be more than happy to dust you later on..."

Suddenly, her attitude toward the wolf was shifting, but it was quick to shift right back when he shook his head. "Nah...I actually race."

She was in the middle of offering him a paw to help him up when he opened his mouth, and this time, Selina started pouring the beer right on his face, letting out a huff.

The whole can might have gone to waste, if the sound of the spilling ambrosia hadn't alerted the rest of the party to what was happening.

" Party foul!"

Eyes started turning to the kitchen, leaving Selina with no alibi for what she was doing: tilting the can back to herself and chugging her way through it, she noticed Wheeler looking for something of an answer for the crowd; he picked up on the rattling of a can quickly for being so drunk, and his paw reached for it.

Selina was doing him a favor she didn't need to, but with everyone's attention on them, she was taking credit for the victory in their first race.

"It wasn't a foul...he just thought he could take me in a chugging contest," she explained, smiling knowingly to those who'd watched her have a real drink. "Come on, doofus. Let's get you cleaned up..."

Taking her paw this time and looking around, Wheeler was so bewildered that he didn't even notice the way that people were staring at him.

He was too busy trying not to trip over himself as he was tugged down the hall.

**

"You really bailed me out, didn't you?"

A bottle of water thudded against his chest. "Yeah, but you only get one, so...chug this, cause if you yack in here, I'm not gonna bail you out a second time."

It was plain as day that Wheeler had been overserved, and a gulp of water had never been so refreshing in his life.

"Thanks...guess I shouldn't have been so quick to judge you about the kind of racing you do."

"At least you're a fast learner ," Selina teased. "No doubt in my mind that I could beat you in a footrace, but with your attitude about it, I'm guessing that's not the kind of racing you do..."

"Like I said, I do re-..." he cut himself off, took another gulp of water and pondered his words very carefully in front of a piercing glare. " Auto racing. I race cars. Different kind of racing."

"Better choice of words, but...not a better choice of racing," Selina argued. "Certainly not as taxing on the body as the kind that I do."

There was no questioning how well the cheetah took care of herself: even the comfortable clothes she picked for the evening allowed the occasional wisp of her midriff to show, and slender lines were evident on her stomach, even after a whole evening of throwing back drinks with the best of them.

Wheeler was smitten, but the words to admit that were the slowest part of their rather rapid conversation.

"Everyone thinks that auto racing is easy, but you'd be amazed at how hard it is on the body," Wheeler argued. "It takes a lot outta you to put in a hundred laps."

"I'm sure it does...but try doing a hundred laps on foot ," Selina argued. "Then we can talk about how hard your races are."

"You really think what you do requires more endurance?"

"I'd just about promise that it does," she claimed. "Of course, there's no way for you to prove that you have more endurance than I do, and I doubt you fancy your chances with a race through the quad...even if I could see you being dumb enough to challenge me."

She was practically begging him to step up to the plate and give it his best shot, but she was equal parts impressed and shocked by the bold method that he finally suggested.

"You're a cheetah...so...you might have a chance to outrun me, but I'm still not convinced you could outlast me," he mentioned. "But you're not driving a race car anytime soon, and I'm not going to run on a track for three hours, so...how about we meet in the middle?"

"What? Half and half?" she asked, arms crossed over her chest. "Not gonna happen unless the wheels are on a bike, dude."

Selina could have guessed where he was going with the conversation, but she didn't think he could be so bold in the first place; that was the only reason she missed his point.

"No, n-no...I meant a different kind of endurance race," he said, chuckling. "But I doubt you'd be up for it."

"Any kind of race, any time," she countered. " Bring it."

"...Okay. Take off your pants."

"'Scuse the fuck outta me, dumbass?"

"You're a collegiate athlete, so that's not really a fair matchup...and I'm a professional driver, so you wouldn't have any chance, anyway...but both of our sports require endurance, right?"

"You'd better have a very good point that you're getting to."

"My point is that the only way for us to test our endurance on a level playing field is to see which one of us can outlast the other...and we're already in your bed."

Selina watched the wolf guzzling through the chilled water she offered him, pretending not to notice how the excess streams eased over the side of his muzzle and poured against his shirt, leaving it taut against his flesh.

Since coming to the college in the first place, she found it nigh impossible to control her urges, but this was just a drunken wolf that had stumbled into her at a random party...

...And she was still ogling him like they'd already slept together a few times.

"Okay."

" Seriously?!"

"I wanted to get back to that party out there," Selina confessed. "But I was looking at my options for who might get to come to bed with me tonight, and now...you're gonna be playing against the field."

"...Whatcha mean?"

"I mean if you're bragging about your endurance this much, and I'm back out there looking for another guy in the next two minutes...I'm gonna tell them exactly why I look so disappointed," she warned him. "You still wanna try your luck?"

Whether it was drunken bravado or a sincere knowledge of his abilities, Wheeler nodded firmly. "Luck's got nothing to do with the kind of stamina I have, Selina."

"We'll see if you're still saying that when you're begging me to slow down...because I'm not going to."

Can't imagine wanting you to slow down, Wheeler thought, but Selina was so much quicker than he anticipated: the water bottle was knocked from his paw and the last droplets of refreshing liquid were captured in the middle of a vigorous, passionate kiss, revealing that he was the one moving too slowly for her , flipping the his usual paradigm.

He was so bewildered that his arms barely had a chance to sneak their way around her upper back before she was running her claws down the front of his shirt.

You'd damn well better keep up, mutt...don't get me all riled up and then leave me waiting at the finish line.

Her thoughts were moving along just as quickly as she was, with clawtips that reached the tight embrace of denim, only to stroke deep marks across the fabric and into the leather of a snug belt.

It was his only warning to start unbuckling it, before she'd take care of it for him.

Can't believe this is actually working.

His thoughts weren't so confident, but they were just as delighted with the turn of events and the rapidly increasing pace: Selina gave his belt that tug, and immediately, he dropped a paw from her body, thinking that he needed to take advantage of the only chance that he might get.

Quick as he was, the feline was faster, and she was holding his belt before he had a chance to release it...but the loose jeans went slack and revealed his boxers, bringing Selina one step closer to her ultimate goal.

"Mnn...nfo... off ," she grumbled, pushing back on his lips and breaking the kiss that she started with even greater intensity than she'd started it. "Take 'em off already, dude. We're not making love here or anything like that."

Wheeler leaned back against the small, cheap headboard and gripped the edge of his boxers, refusing to argue with a good thing when it fell into his lap.

"Tell me again how we aren't making love, exactly?" he asked, aware that he was drunk...but he wasn't that drunk.

"This is a race...I dunno about you, but that's not really something I'd consider romantic," Selina argued. She kept that racing spirit alive and well; her tank top wasn't long for her flesh, and she was out of it so quickly that Wheeler was sure he'd only blinked, before she was fussing with her sports bra and giving him a demanding look. "...You gonna finish pulling your pants down, or are you gonna make me do literally all the work here?"

Nodding eagerly once more, Wheeler gripped his waistband and tugged down, revealing the warm, pinkish-red flesh of his canine manhood, peeking out of the end of a sheath and offering her a bead of precum for her strip show; it was too quick to be considered a tease, but the wolf wasn't complaining in the least.

Even if he was foolish enough to complain, he would have lost the words to do so when the cheetah slipped out of her short shorts; she really was treating the whole act like a race, and her own cocky attitude left her believing that she could make a fool of him in no time...

...And some part of her was proud of that idea, believing that her sexual prowess was the stuff of legends for a reason.

"That enough work for you?" Wheeler asked, as he tried to roll up on his knees...only to be pushed back against the headboard once more. His legs splayed out in front of him as Selina climbed right into his lap, her shorts falling down her legs and her panties catching on her ankle: there was no time to worry about minute details like moist, clingy fabric. "W-woah! I...guess that wasn't enough work..."

"Let's be honest...even if you were on top, you wouldn't be able to keep up with me," she suggested, and her actions backed up her claim, as quick as she stripped right out of her clothes and pinned the lucky canine down. "So all you have to do is last long enough for me to cum...a race like this should be a cinch for someone as arrogant as you are."

He wanted to tell her that those words would be just as fitting if they were turned on her, but opening his maw only released a brief gasp, as tender, heated petals brushed against the tip of his cock. The tapered end slipped easily between the moisture upon her folds, and where he tried to contain his shifting expression, Selina was grinning all the while, as if to assert her dominance and prematurely declare her victory.

She had to bite her lower lip as she sat on the offered tool, finding there was still a bit more left to emerge from the sheath...but she didn't dare to back down, after such an extravagant display.

"Not...n-not too bad..." she whispered, hoping that the background music of the party would drown out the obvious sounds that her bed was about to make. "But you know it doesn't count as a race if you just...f-fucking sit there...right?"

He thought he was being a gentleman by letting Selina take her time, but if she was so determined to rush through the act, he wasn't going to argue with her.

Fighting with her arms and trying to take control, he rolled up at the hip and pumped into her, leaving her filled with his cock...but her momentary gasp was met with a bounce of her own hips; they were off and thrusting at each other as quick as they could, right from the starting gun.

"I thought you said that doing a hundred laps while sitting would be easy?" he asked, keeping his breathing under better control and taking advantage of Selina's arrogance. "I don't think you're even gonna make it halfway before you burnout..."

The feline kept fighting with Wheeler to try and pin his arms back, but she was only able to lock her digits with his and use that form of purchase against him: her passage was tight, and sitting in his lap, she could focus on clenching her inner muscles all she wanted, rushing him right through the early stages of his pleasure.

"I could go all night-

"And all morning?" he interrupted her. "Maybe don't go making those kinds of promises if you c-can't keep them..."

Her backside slammed down against his lap, almost knocking the breath out of him. "Speak for yourself, big guy...if we're still up at 3 AM, you'd better have a damn fine reason to keep me awake!"

The side of the bedframe was thumping against the wall as their bodies met again and again, pounding into each other with greater intensity by the moment. They were putting everything on the line, but after just a few minutes, Selina's confident expression was wavering; as long as he was seated, it seemed that Wheeler actually could keep up with her impressive, blissful pace.

"If that's how long you want to go, we've still..._nnfuck..._s-still got a few hours to go, kitten..."

"...You wanna play that game?"

Her eyes sharpened on him, but her actions contradicted the fury in that gaze, as she finally allowed his paws to push her back: slapping her ass into his lap with such a rapid pace, she slipped off of his shaft _seemingly_by accident...and grinned, daring him to push her onto her back and reset the tone.

"Either call me Selina...or...if you insist on calling me a kitten... treat me like one."

She didn't think he'd rise to the challenge so effectively, but drunken confidence was heaped onto his already cocksure nature: Wheeler didn't hesitate at all to push her arms back, right past her head and down to the mattress.

Her body rolled back with his efforts, and then, his cock came to settle against the delicate pout of her folds, already stretched just slightly by the first leg of their sensual race.

"Too proud to admit that you were getting tired?" Wheeler asked, rolling forth on his knees and mounting the cheetah in a proper, deep missionary pose. "I could see it in your face, you know..."

"And I can see that you're already trying not t-to cum," she stammered, adjusting to the weight of his member as it took her from a new, satisfying angle. "Can fucking feel it, too..."

Selina could try to lie her way through the act, but Wheeler filled her up too perfectly not to feel her inner walls quivering beyond her sense of control...and for his part, she was too tight not to notice the pressuring kiss of his knot against her already stretched labia.

They were both acting like they had plenty of time left, but they were in the final turn of the race before they knew it...and Wheeler embraced his inner canine, pounding into the slender feline and shaking the bed beneath her with a series of rapid, hammering thrusts.

Clenching around his shaft and leaning up, Selina was just able to lean up and bite the corner of his neck, muffling her cries; had they properly escaped her, there wouldn't have been a sound system in the world that would have kept their secret from the rest of the party.

"There goes my fucking eardru-

"Shut up and fuck me...keep fucking me...d-don't you dare stop now!" Selina shuddered and reached up, clinging to the wolf and nipping at his shoulder once more, needing that extra sense of purchase.

She reached for it a moment too late, and her inner walls spasmed around his shaft just before his knot tried to seal itself within her...she was too competitive not to give it her all from start to finish, and too honest to lie about the timing, but she blinked when she felt that thick, canine lump spreading her body wider.

"Actually, w-wait...fuckIcan'stopcumming...d-dude, you've gotta...pu..."

"Push it deeper? I'm trying, but you're soooo fucking tight, I ca-

"Pull out , you idiot!"

His answer was to roll forth on trembling knees, having exhausted himself in the process of keeping up with her. Inner muscles continued to clench and milk at his shaft, and finally, her efforts were rewarded with the schlip of his knot stuffing her to the brim...and the full, thick gush of canine seed, painting every inch of her passage and flooding her womb with just the first throb.

She would have lashed out with greater fury, if she wasn't biting her own lip to keep from crying out louder than ever.

How do I keep forgetting how much these fucking dogs are able to produce?

Holding on the best that she could and quivering in place, Selina's claws raked over the lucky winner, her body twitching at each deep, thorough pulse of Wheeler's orgasm...and each virile pump of his seed into her already flooded bodice.

**

"Sorry that I didn't feel like taking you to a fancy place for dessert...I'm sure you understand. College salary and a-all that."

Wheeler wasn't planning on knotting Selina, and for her part, the cheetah wasn't planning on spending the whole night tied to a drunken wolf, but he was sobering up quickly: spending the evening with his head between her legs, drinking his own seed from her leaking petals was _surprisingly_effective at bringing him back around.

"Didn't think you were one for creampies, though..."

Giggling at her own joke and reaching into her nightstand, she kept her legs tightly clenched around the back of his head, making sure he'd lick every drop of his own cum out of her...but he knew that no race _actually_ended at the finish line.

Licking that mess out of her wouldn't stop the feline from being knocked up, even if she thought it might work...and using his tongue to apologize for the mistake wasn't going to stop her from fastening the strap-on to her hips.