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Finally seeing his spot, Max swerved into the space and parked his car, leaning back after the long drive. The Bengal tiger rolled his shoulders a couple of times as he yawned, before unbuckling and stepping out of his car. He looked up at the neatly kept six story building that would be his home for the next four years.

The dorm was covered in ivy, which Max imagined must be a universal requirement for old dorm buildings, given all the ones he'd seen while visiting different universities. He had to admit the effect was nice though. He turned back to his car and groaned at seeing all of the stuff packed to the ceiling through the windows.

His parents had offered to help, but he had turned them down. Family weekend was in a month anyway, and Max wanted to be independent. Truly on his own, proving he could do it. Looking at his stuff, he was beginning to regret that. "Nothing for it", he growled to himself. Still, he figured he'd better go look at his dorm room first before he brought everything up.

Walking towards the doors, he looked around the parking lot. Furs of all kinds were making their way too and from cars, carrying all manner of dorm room items. Max saw two vixens, mother and daughter presumably, carrying a giant mirror up to the entryway. A husky had his entire upper body in the trunk of a car rooting around for something, and right next to them he could see a family of crocodiles making their goodbyes as the parents prepared to leave.

Everyone here was a predator, of course. Orion University prided itself on catering to the needs of predator and prey alike, and the tiger could see the prey dorms a couple blocks over. There were far more of them, prey naturally outnumbering his kind in most cases. His father had told him about them, telling him of the fences, secured gates and doors, and security cameras that were all in place to prevent an opportunistic predator from snatching prey from their beds. "Of course, no security system is flawless", his dad had told him with a wink and a rub of his belly.

Despite having a few less rules when his father went here twenty-five years ago, predation was still legal. There were rules and restrictions around it, but it was hard for someone to file a complaint while they were digesting. And talkative prey usually didn't last long unless they could remain anonymous. Part of Max admired the courage of the advocates and activists who had fought for prey rights over the years.

"We want more rights!" the prey would cry, demanding protections and laws. "Urrrrp!" The predators would reply, settling down to finish off another uppity reporter or activist. Still, Max reminded himself that they lived in a dynamic world. Predation was legal for all, and while there wasn't much that could challenge a grown Bengal tiger, they were out there.

Shaking his head of such thoughts, the tiger continued his climb. Arriving at the fourth floor, he went down the hall squeezing past families and assorted furniture yet to be moved in, counting off the room numbers. "415, 416, 417!" He pushed open the door to his new room.

Max had gotten his assigned roommate's name and some basic info via email, but the one thing he hadn't gotten was a photo, so the sight of his roommate standing at the window peering through the blinds was the first place he looked.

Damn, thought Max. I wasn't expecting such a hunk. The wolf turned around to greet him, whereupon Max lost sight of his roommate's shapely rear end. Instead, the tiger got a chance to observe the front of the wolf, which was just as nice looking, in his opinion. Most of his fur Max could see was gray, lightening to an off-white on his chest and under his muzzle. His legs were a darker gray. The wolf was fairly muscular, with arms Max doubted he could get a hand around and strong well toned legs. The wolf's chest and abs were both clearly defined as he stepped forward and his shirt got pressed to them.

Max himself was in pretty good shape. He played soccer and was excited to start playing in the lower level leagues here. He worked out regularly, it also being a career goal for him to work with athletes, although it had been a little harder this summer with all of his preparations.

"Hey there, I'm Ian. You must be Max, right?" the wolf said, offering a paw. Max took it and got the firm grip he expected.

"Yeah man, nice to meet you. Looking forward to the year together!" Max grinned at Ian, who grinned right back. The tiger felt an instant connection, something that told him the two of them were going to get along. Or more, Max thought to himself, but it was far too early for that kinda talk. He had no idea what the wolf liked and they'd just met besides.

"I only got here a few minutes ago myself, figured I'd come up and see what we have to work with." Ian stepped back, looking around at the small room. Their bed frames were on either wall, although Max's was lofted as he'd asked. He'd wanted the extra space and heights were no bother.

"Yeah I had the same thought. Not to mention putting off carrying everything up here" Max laughed. "Hey, since I've got my bed lofted and you don't, we could just slide my bed on top of yours to get that whole side free. If you don't mind, that is." The wolf looked consideringly at the space Max indicated and nodded slowly.

"I don't mind being on the bottom." Ian said. He grinned at Max and started to step towards the door to get his stuff. "Long as you're not too loud when you jerk off!" He threw that over his shoulder as he left the room and Max felt his cheeks warming up. Oh yeah, I like this guy.

It took several hours to get their stuff upstairs. Thankfully, Max had Ian and Ian had him, because they never could have managed some of the bigger pieces of furniture on their own. Max soon had even greater cause to indulge his increasingly lewd thoughts of his new roommate, watching him get sweatier and more relaxed around him. The wolf's basketball shorts clung rather scandalously both front and back, and Max was rather pleased to see that he himself struck a good figure in sweaty, clingy clothes. While they worked, they talked, getting to know each other. Ian was studying to be a chemical engineer, while the tiger was going into physiology, to be a personal trainer.

"You'll be right at home around sweaty men then, huh?" The wolf said after hearing Max's major. He happened to be squeezing past Max in the hall when he said that, and put a paw on his shoulder to help him slip by. The tiger lashed his tail, frustrated and excited by the possibilities this wolf offered. He's probably just friendly, Max reminded himself.

They both discovered each other to be avid soccer players, in addition to playing video games, working out, and reading extensive sci-fi fantasy epics, among other interests. Max felt himself loosening up, losing tension he didn't know he had. He hadn't let himself dwell on the possibility that he wouldn't like his roommate. There wasn't much he could do regardless, so he ignored the uncertainty. Now, seeing the two of them click, chatting about the current book series he was working through as he stacked the books on his desk shelf, the tiger allowed himself to recognize just how worried he had been.

"So how'd you end up at Orion specifically? Not the only place with a good engineering reputation around here." Max found himself asking during a bit of downtime where they were both sitting on the floor assembling bits and bobs and sorting out their things.

"Oh my dad's an alum, and we live like forty five minutes from here. Got a good scholarship and all that so it was a no brainer", the wolf replied.

"No kidding! My dad went here for biomed engineering, class of '92. What year was your dad?"

"Class of '89, so they were probably only here for a year together, if they ever met." The wolf frowned at a screw he had stripped in his desk assembling it before continuing, "I'm the middle child, but I went to his old college so I get all the praise from my old man."

Max looked up from his drawers, where he was busy organizing clothes. "Siblings? Wonder what that's like."

"You don't have any?" Ian sounded surprised.

"Nah, only child. My mom says she barely had the patience to raise me, let alone any more." Max shrugged. "I always wanted a brother, but being an only child has its benefits."

Ian snorted. "Your mom might've been on to something. Mine divorced my dad when I was 6 or so."

Max looked up in shock. His parents had their moments, but they'd always figured things out. "Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that".

"Don't be. We all made up and after a few years she came back into our lives. My little brother got the worst of it, being so young, but they're all good now. She helped me pack." The wolf smiled wryly and tilted the suitcase on his bed towards the tiger. It was packed full of sweaters, long pants, and a puffy winter coat. "You'd think she'd understand us grey wolves don't have that much trouble with the cold, being one herself, but it's like she's afraid my fur will fall off or I'll go streaking in the snow."

Max smirked. "I'd pay to see that. Bet I blend in better though. Your gray stands out too much."

"Only if you're naked too." The wolf shot back. He looked up consideringly. "Maybe we'll have to see for ourselves come winter. Nude hide and seek in the snow." He looked back down at his things and so missed the blush rising on the white tigers cheeks. "So did your dad tell you much about Orion?"

"Talked my ear off. Most of it was just stories of the trouble him and his friends used to get into though. I could tell driving in here that half the places he talked about aren't there anymore." Max said.

"Same here. I looked online and only two of the professors my old man had are still teaching in the engineering department." He laughed. "Otherwise he just spent time talking about the time he went sledding down Pike Hill naked on a dare."

Max grinned. "Maybe that's what got your mom all twisted up. Hereditary cold weather nudists."

"Maybe. It is pretty hot in here to be honest. Could use some snow." Max looked up at the wolf's movement to see him pulling his shirt off over his head. Max tried his very best not to stare. He told himself it was his best while he drooled at Ian's furry abs. Once again the oblivious wolf missed it, turning to hang his shirt off the headboard of his bed. "He told me about some of his favorite hunting spots too." Ian glanced at the tiger. "I'm gonna have to try some of them out. Cafeteria food will only hold me for so long you know?"

"I know what you mean." Max leaned back in his newly assembled chair. "I know the university has all the rules like no predation in public spaces and stuff, but my dad says so long as you aren't super obvious..."

"That's what mine told me. No pulling them out of packs." He grinned. "Unless you can get 'em all down before someone calls campus police."

"My dad told me one time he snagged a ferret without realizing his buddy was there, but when the other ferret called the campus police the polar bear that arrived just looked around for other people and scarfed down the ferret right there, then winked at my dad and left him alone."

"Man I'm so hungry," Ian groaned. "Talking about food after doing all this work." He looked longingly out the windows towards the prey dorms. "I heard move in day isn't great for hunting though, too many people around, too many extra eyes. We'll probably have to hit the cafeteria."

Max sighed and started to get up. "Unfortunately. Let's run this stuff down to our cars and lock up, then we can come back and get changed for dinner." Nodding, Ian pulled his shirt back on and left with him.

As they walked back down the hall to their room, having finally cleared up and put some of the extra odds and ends in their cars, the two roommates were chatting amiably about their plans for tomorrow. When they got close though, Ian cocked his head. "Someones inside our room," he said. He pointed to the now slightly ajar door, and Max heard conversation now that they had stopped talking. He strode up to the door and listened for a moment.

"....telling you this can't be right. This room clearly has other people living in it!"

"It's right here on the paper dad, this is room 417! We have to talk with whoever moved in here."

"Give me that. Are you sure this is the right building?"

Now understanding the situation, Max looked back at Ian and said quietly "They must have the wrong room. Let's talk to them." He pushed open the door and entered.

He knew there'd be two people. By their ages, and the way they were acting, he assumed the one holding the paper was the father, with the college-aged son gesturing to it. What Max did not expect was that the two were squirrels, rather smaller than him or Ian and quite out of place in a dorm full of and meant for predators. He felt Ian step up behind him and stop, similarly surprised.

Both of the squirrels spun around, and he could see the emotions sweep through their faces. Surprise, a slight bit of guilt on the father's face, followed swiftly by realization and then, last of all, fear. The Bengal tiger was not unfamiliar with those faces and emotions. They were the faces of prey.

Before he could speak, the father spoke up, his voice much higher pitched now. "Oh! So sorry, my son here must have got the wrong building and thought this was his room. We'll be out of your hair in just a moment."

Max felt Ian move a little closer to him and his ears, up and alert now, heard the sound of the door being shut behind him. Smiling and showing just a little of his fangs, the tiger stepped forward at the same time, holding his arms out to the sides - a welcoming gesture, normally, but in this space, with him in the only exit, it had a very different purpose, herding the frightened squirrels. The father stopped moving.

"Don't worry, I overheard. You've got 417 on your assignment right?" The young squirrel nodded slightly. " We can take the time to double check."

"Really it's no bother, we should be going. We'll sort it out with the resident assistant." Max heard the slight click of the door lock behind him. He grinned. The two of them really were on the same page.

Ian stepped up past him. "Oh it's no trouble, you should stay, you look asleep on your feet after a long drive, especially getting here so late in the day. Go ahead and sit on the bed, I don't mind."

The young squirrel spoke up now, trembling slightly but stepping in front of his father. "I must have misread the paper, it's totally my fault." He gestured with the room assignment in front of him. "Really sorry to bother you-"

The tiger snatched the paper from the squirrel's hand. Stepping up to him, the poor guy barely reached Max's belly button. Max looked over the paper. Right away he spotted the mistake. Bldg A4, Rm 417b. Well, this was certainly room 417, but it was building B4. Easy enough mistake to make in the stress of moving. It was going to have big consequences though. Grinning, the tiger looked over the paper at the squirrel.

"Well you got the right room number, but as you can see there's only two beds in here and we've got them spoken for." His gesture took in Ian as well. "But I've got an idea. Somewhere else you can sleep in this room..." With perfect timing, the tiger's stomach growled, alerted to the possibility of meat and hungrier than ever. Max noticed Ian's body was perfectly still, his tail half raised behind him and all his muscles slightly tensed.

The older squirrel had actually closed his eyes, breathing rapidly and shallowly. The younger one was made of sterner stuff, managing to meet Max's eye. And then he said "Please don't eat me." The room was quiet for a few moments. The father opened his eyes to stare at his son. Ian cocked his head slightly.

Then the wolf burst out laughing. It startled the two squirrels, who looked even more frightened, if that was possible. Ian controlled his mirth and said "Sure kid, not a problem. My new buddy here promises not to eat you. Deal?"

Max looked incredulously at Ian, unable to believe what he was hearing. He'd certainly planned on devouring the little rodent. What was the wolf doing? But Ian looked over and winked, so Max kept his mouth shut - for now.

"You mean it? You're not gonna eat me?" The squirrel looked up at Max, a bit of hope starting to appear in his eyes.

"Yeah pal, since you asked so nicely I promise, he won't eat you." Ian interrupted, grinning, showing all his fangs. "He's gonna eat your dad. I'm gonna eat you." There was shocked silence once again, and Max watched the hope leave the little squirrel's eyes. He felt his gaze dragged up to the older one, though, and a little growl forced its way up through his chest.

"Yeah, Max's got a bit of a size advantage on me, so I was gonna suggest he take the bigger one of you anyway. And since you asked so nicely, who could say no?" Ian moved closer to the squirrel, starting to lift his hands towards him.

The squirrel quivered for a moment, then bolted. Max rolled his eyes. Ian leisurely turned, and walked towards his prey, now struggling to reach up to the latch set high on the door. A fact Max was only now appreciating might be a deliberate design choice for holding shorter prey.

He opened his mouth to scream as he saw the grey wolf coming towards him, but Ian crossed the gap quickly and wrapped a paw over his mouth. "Now, don't bother with that. You really want to yell in the middle of a predator dorm? You think someone's gonna save you? You're food now. Even by law, you walked into our room, like you were serving yourself on a platter. "

The squirrel whimpered, tears leaking down his face into Ian's paw. "Aww don't be like that. At least I can get you down whole. I saw a coyote down the hall. If you had escaped or walked into his room instead and he got you, he'd have to do you in pieces."

"I doubt you're making him feel better, Ian," Max remarked, walking towards his own prey. The older squirrel was rigid, staring straight ahead. In shock, the tiger thought. He frowned. He liked them to squirm. He'd have to snap the squirrel out of it. "Alright old man, your turn. Since we're being polite, apparently, how do you want to go down?"

"We just... took a wrong turn." The squirrel shivered. "A wrong number on a wrong building and that's it? Eaten?"

Max frowned. "What are we supposed to do, turn you away? Like my roommate says, it's a miracle you made it up here without getting snatched up. You wouldn't make it back to the stairs before someone else scarfed you down." The tiger considered for a moment. "If you came home to your house and found a pile of money on the floor you'd take it, wouldn't you? Whoever was stupid enough to leave it there doesn't deserve it. Well, we came back to our room and here you both were. Simple math." Across the room, Ian's belly growled in counterpoint.

"Listen, time's wasting. I'm trying to be nice here, old man. Feet first, headfirst?" Max considered him for a moment then smiled showing all of his teeth. "Pieces?"

"....Please don't eat me."

Max rolled his eyes and looked at Ian. "We're wasting our time." He leaned down and grabbed the front of the older squirrel's shirt, then unceremoniously ripped it off. Behind him, Ian grinned and, with his own claws, ripped the pants off his prey. Both of them started to struggle.

"What are you doing?!" the younger one exclaimed.

"Clothes taste bad, and they give me awful indigestion." At this, the squirrel went dead white, and then opened his mouth again to scream. He barely got his breath in when Ian slammed his open jaws down over the rodent's head. The scream was considerably muffled by the wolf's mouth. Ian calmly proceeded to shred the squirrel's shirt and underwear as he worked his jaws down over the shoulders.

Max finished stripping his prey, the weak struggling nothing much to his toned body, then grabbed the squirrel by both arms and lifted him into the air above his mouth. The older squirrel started to kick, and yelled out "No please! Put me down! Let us go!"

In answer, Max opened his jaws and snagged one of his footpaws, getting his first taste of meat. Slightly sweaty, it was nonetheless full of flavors and he slathered it in saliva. The squirrel struggled frantically, before trying to kick at Max's face with his other foot. Max waited, then snapped his jaws open and pulled down with his arms at the exact moment he tried to kick the tigers face. Instead, both feet went straight into the entrance to Max's throat. He growled with pleasure, vibrations traveling up the whole of the rodent's body, before he swallowed. The first swallow brought the calves inside his throat, and ended with the squirrel's ass and bushy tail sitting just inside his mouth.

Max washed his tongue over his prey's crotch, always one of the more flavorful areas. He closed his eyes in bliss, the panicked gasps and scrabbling above him music to his ears. The Bengal tiger reached up and grabbed both of the flailing arms, pulling them down to his sides. He swallowed again, trapping them in his throat. His prey fully immoblile and largely in his throat now, Max lowered his head back down so that the squirrel stuck out horizontally from his mouth. He could feel the pressure on his throat - had he swallowed his prey more, he'd have broken its back leaning down like that. He looked over at Ian to see the wolf's progress.

Ian now had his prey naked, and was likewise gulping down squirrel. His victim's crotch was hanging just outside his mouth, the legs kicking frantically with everything else inside, but as Max and the father looked over, the wolf tossed his head, gulping down another fifth of his prey. He looked across the room at Max and grinned, then started to walk over, prey still kicking in his mouth.

He sat down on the bed next to Max. The tiger didn't miss the bulging shorts of the wolf as he came over. Max couldn't look down, but he could feel he too was rather excited. Live prey always did that to him. It seemed his roommate was similarly inclined. Time enough for that later though.

With the two pairs next to each other, it looked almost like a whole squirrel was still outside of their mouths, the upper chest of one and the kicking legs of another. The older squirrel, nearly resigned to his fate, just whimpered as he saw his son's kicking legs. In sync, both predators tossed their heads back and gulped, another portion of the squirrels vanishing. The head and feet were the only parts outside of their jaws now. Smiling with his eyes at his new roommate, Max swallowed again at the same time as Ian, the squirrel's head now completely inside his mouth, the younger squirrel's feet inside Ian's. Feeling impulsive, Max leaned forward, pressing his open maw against the wolf's. Seeing what he was doing, Ian pressed back, a sloppy, open mouthed kiss with their food inside. Locking eyes with his hunky new roommate, Max snapped his jaws shut, blocking the light away from his food forever, and swallowed as Ian did, both of them gulping for all they were worth.

They leaned back to watch the bulges in each other's throat slide down and fill out their stomachs. The tiger closed his eyes in bliss at the squirming sensation. Then he felt an entirely new rubbing sensation - he opened his eyes and looked down to see Ian rubbing his belly, squeezing down as his prey tried to escape his gut. Max laid back on Ian's bed and reached an arm over to rub his roommate similarly. If Max or Ian let their hands wander lower, neither of them had the energy to do much more right now. The seed was planted, and that was enough.

The white tiger and the grey wolf drifted off, hands on each other's gurgling bellies as the sun set, content in the start of their new life together here at the university.