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This was another rp done by me and smoothsheppie, this will be a series and will update semi regularly. Thanks for reading guys :)

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Thomas sighed, leaning back into his chair. He was a twinky black panther, 5'11 and 140 pounds. His entire body was black, aside from his yellow feline eyes and white tail tip. He growled lowly in discomfort, pulling his t-shirt down over his white tramp stamp, handcuffs with hearts in the middle of the cuffs.

Thomas was a sophomore in St. Abnerforth University. This was his final required English class, British Literature. He didn't have much of a choice, either this or Mythology in Literature. The panther sighed as the bell rang, an ancient looking squirrel walking to the podium in front of the room.

The door slammed open a final time and Bryce, the hunkiest Akita on campus walked in and sat in the back. He was wearing a white tank top, stretching taut over his very pronounced muscles, and shorts, showing off his powerful legs. The akita was black, having a white neck and underbelly, along with a hint of white under the hem of his shorts.

Thomas always hated the Akita for coming to class smelling of his intoxicating musk. Oftentimes he'd scoff, thinking that Bryce was just another stupid jock. That feeling would always be replaced by thinking of how damn good that canine smelled. It always made his tail curl to think of him, for this akita was the subject of all of his more carnal daydreams.

Thomas never noticed that Bryce was always looking over him too. Every class, Bryce would briefly check out the twinky panther, fully taking in the sight of that sexy feline. The akita always sighed and turned his head away, not wanting to make it obvious. On this occasion, however, Thomas noticed the akita's stares, but shrugged them off to get back to his daydream.

The panther stared blankly at the board. He knew that the book that the class was covering was titled Vampyre, and was about vampires. The teacher prattled on about something, some big essay that had to be due, and that everyone would be paired up to work on it. Thomas had no problem with the teacher; he just thought she talked to hear herself talk.

Bryce on the other hand hated the archaic old squirrel. Anytime he talked about her, it was "Oh, Miss Bitchalot talked forever again," Or "God that Miss Bitchalot is fucking retarded." Most often the jock would sleep in her class, just from lack of caring for what she had to say.

The squirrel continued picking names until finally she finished.

"And Bryce and Thomas, you two be a group."

Thomas shook himself from his stupor as his name was called. He sighed, knowing he'd end up doing all of the work. The bell rang, and every fur in the class split off with their partners. Bryce continued to sit, looking as if he was dozing off. Thomas ran up, standing in front of the bigger canine. His musk was even better for Thomas as he stood there, murring deep in his throat.

"Hey," Thomas began, "Want to go up to my dorm and finish this paper right now?"

The akita looked up at the panther and shook his head. He stood up, muscles rippling and sighed, cracking his neck. He coughed, clearing his throat.

"Yeah whatever," Bryce replied, "Where's your dorm at?"

"I'm in Room 403 A building," Thomas said, "I don't have a roommate so just come right on in, I'll see you up there ok."

"Ok," Bryce began disdainfully, then yelling at the retreating panther, "See you there."

Bryce sighed longingly and walked to his dorm over in building C. He dreamed of the sexy panther the whole way, his sheath slightly swelling. He walked up to his room on the sixth floor and shut the door. His roommate, a coyote named Roy who played on the football team with him, wasn't around. The akita walked over to his drawer and pulled out two diamond stud earrings.

He sighed and put the two studs in his right ear, looking over himself in the mirror. A tear rolled down his face and he quickly wiped it away, adopting the tough and angry jock stance. The akita gave a snarl, showing all of his teeth and stormed out of the dorm room. Bryce headed for the panther's room, flexing and winking at all the girls he passed.

Meanwhile, Thomas fed his spider crab. A spider crab is a crab with long spindly legs like a spider. The crab in question was fairly large, and was kept in a large tank with lots of gauges and readers attached. Bryce walked into the dorm and immediately recoiled.

"Hey Bryce," Thomas began nonchalantly, putting the last piece of meat in the water.

"What the fuck is that thing?" Bryce asked, alarmed.

"Oh you mean Bosco?" Thomas asked, petting the gargantuan invertebrate "He's my biology research project, for my master's degree."

"That's fucking weird geek," Bryce scoffed

The akita scoffed and threw his stuff down on the floor. He threw himself down on the bed, putting his feet up on the panther's pillows.

"So what the fuck is this stupid project about?" Bryce asked

"Uh, I was hoping you'd know," Thomas began, "I just sparknotes everything for that class."

"Wow way to go dumbass," The akita scoffed in reply, "I thought you were supposed to be smart."

The panther sighed and at sat on the other side of his bed.

"Looks can be deceiving;" he began, "That's obviously not the case with you."

"Oh so what's that supposed to mean, huh?" Bryce replied, snarling, "You fucking queer, I should stomp your fucking guts out."

Thomas recoiled, his face softening and nearing to tears. He turned away, getting on the computer and opening his web browser. He went to a literary analysis website and printed out all of the material they needed as well as checking the teacher's website for the assignment. He set the dense stack of papers on his bed. He breathed in deeply and stood facing the akita.

"I know what we have to do," Thomas began, "We have to write and essay and present a poster on the relation between Aubrey and Lord Ruthven in Vampyre and find parallels in vampire fiction today."

The akita laid back on the panthers bed more, digging his muscular body deeper into the soft mattress.

"Great, sounds like fucking geek talk," Bryce began, "Well stop staring at me nerd, get to work; I need to relax before practice."

"Uhh I don't think so," Thomas began, "We're doing this together, I'm not helping your dumb jock ass through this class, I don't want to be there anymore than you do.

Bryce looked away, staring at the wall. Tears started to flow from the externally tough akita. Thomas scoffed and looked up at the ceiling laughing slightly.

"Oh so what your gonna cry to make the nerd feel bad for you?" Thomas began harshly, "Sorry, I've had my head stuffed down enough toilets to know better than that."

The akita started to sniffle, his voice becoming sweeter and smarter sounding. His aggressive posture melted into that of someone afraid of a person like he pretended to be. He looked back over at the panther, tears freely rolling from his gorgeous brown eyes.

"I'm sorry," Bryce began, "T-this isn't me."

The panther blinked, not used to this show of emotion. Deep down, he was glad. Glad that his daydream lover was more than just a superficial jock asshole. He stood up and grabbed a box of Kleenex next to Bosco's tank. The crab's pinchers clawed at the glass, trying to get the object in his owner's paw. Thomas handed Bryce the box, looking concerned.

"Whoa," He began, getting out his initial surprise, "Well, hey, I'm sorry too. I though you were just another dumbass jock."

The akita sniffled and wiped his eyes, taking care of the small amount of snot dripping from his nose with the Kleenex. He started to cry, albeit softly, his body rocking with effort to hold its self back from full on sobs.

"I know," Bryce began, "I act that way so that I don't get picked on by all the other jocks."

The panther gave a reassuring mewl and hugged the akita. The canid hugged back, crying into the feline's t-shirt. Thomas cooed and rubbed behind the akita's white tipped ears, kissing the top of his head.

"Don't you play football though?" Thomas asked, "Cause I remember you being really good when I watched you last season. You led us to the conference championship."

"Yeah I play," Bryce began, "But the jocks, they're like sharks to each other, any weakness."

The akita had to stop to blow his nose.

"That's it." He continued, "So I've had to act dumb and mean and be a womanizer, even though I'm smart and sweet a-and I'm not even attracted to girls at all."

The akita looked away, ashamed of himself. Thomas gave another reassuring mewl and turned the canid's head back so they looked into each other's eyes. The tears in Bryce's eyes had finally faded, leaving nothing but two bottomless glimpses into his soul. The panther stroked his cheek reassuringly.

"Hey that's nothing to be ashamed of," Thomas began, "I'm gay too, well you already knew that anyway, but there's nothing wrong with it at all. It's not your fault, and you definitely didn't choose it. I'm just sorry you cant be who you really are."

"Yeah," Bryce began, sighing, "It's just, well its just really hard."

The two stared into each other's eyes, yellow felines into brown canines. Bryce inched closer in, his breath teasing the big cat's whiskers. Thomas blushed and did the same, soon being nose to nose with the bigger fur.

"Well I mean," Thomas began, "I guess... I guess I kinda know what you mean."

The panther turned his head to start telling his story, of how his last boyfriend left him for his best friend, who was a girl. A tear rolled down the panther's cheek. Bryce looked over the morose panther and turned his head back to face him. He leaned forward, and kissed the panther, his lips burning with passion and romance.

Thomas's eyes opened wide in shock, and closed, fluttering, in bliss. He turned his head to the left slightly, still kissing back with his lips closed. The two's paws rubbed over the other's neck and head, trying their best to make the other feel as good as possible. Bryce broke away panting.

"I-I'm sorry," Bryce began, blushing, "I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you, you're just so hot."

The panther kissed the akita again, holding the canine's neck and head. It was a quick kiss, Thomas parting with a lick over the akita's lips with his raspy tongue. Bryce shivered, his tail wagging frantically.

"I've fantasized about you since freshman orientation," Bryce said, blushing as well.

He kissed Bryce again, the sheer passion and force behind it pushing the akita into the mattress. One of the canine's strong arms came up to hold the panther close to him. The pair's lips worked seamlessly over each other, none daring to slip their tongue into their kissing partner's maw.

Bryce panted into the kiss, his paw rubbing under the panther's shirt. Thomas broke away, looking into the akita's eyes tenderly. Bryce tried to sit up, only to fall backwards, still panting. Thomas lay beside the akita, draping an arm tenderly over the canid's broad chest.

"Oh my god," Bryce began, still panting, "Th-That was frigging amazing!"

"Well we can kiss again later," Thomas began, "We need to get started on this paper."

Thomas got up and grabbed his little Acer notebook, opening a word document as he returned to the bed. He lay back down, pressing his body flush against the musky akita. He sniffed deeply and murred again.

"So, how to start," The panther began, idly tapping the spacebar.

"Well," The akita began, listing off idea after idea.

Thomas smiled, Bryce holding him closer as he typed. Every now and then, the akita would kiss down upon the panther in his arm. Thomas would try to kiss back as best as he could, often times pausing to rub over Bryce's neck and cheek. In no time at all, the pair had finished, celebrating with another long kiss.

"So," Bryce began, "What now?"

Thomas looked back at him.

"Well I don't know," he replied, looking over at the crab, "Want to play with Bosco?"

"Well," The akita began, twiddling his thumbs, "I-I was thinking we could try something that's more... fun."

The black panther looked intrigued, his now slowly twitching tail.

"Well," he began, "Like what do you mean."

"Well like," Bryce replied, rubbing the panther's chest with a paw.

The akita's paw moved down to the feline's jean covered crotch. Thomas blushed and mewled, the paw slipping into his pants and fondling his moderately sized junk. The akita slid off his tank top, his body emanating that sweet sweet musk. Thomas whimpered and pulled away, standing at the side of the bed.

"B-Bryce," Thomas began shakily, "We just met, I'm not ready for this."

"I just wanted to give you a blowjob," Bryce began, sighing, "Well ok, I'm sorry, I get, well, really carried away when I'm horny."

"It's ok really," Thomas began, patting the akita's shoulder, "I'm just not like that Bryce, I don't like sex without a meaning, ok."

The akita sat awkwardly and stuttered out.

"I am sorry, but will you go out with me?"

Thomas smiled and kissed Bryce tenderly, rubbing over the canines shoulder's and neck. He broke away, kissing the akita's cheeks over and over.

"I say yes yes yes!!!" He replied, "Want to have dinner at my place on Friday?"

"I'd love to," Bryce began, looking at the clock, "Oh shit! I have to go Thomas; I'll be late for football practice."

The hunky akita jumped out of the bed, throwing on his shirt and running out into the hallway. The panther jumped up after him, sprinting to try to catch him. "Bryce!" Thomas began, "Wait up!"

The akita stopped and Thomas ran into his arms. They embraced and kissed each other tenderly, a true lover's kiss. The pair broke away, Bryce starting to run off again.

"Text me after practice?" Thomas asked.

"Of course!" Bryce replied, running down the stairs, "Bye Thomas!"

Thomas chuckled, remembering that they hadn't exchanged phone numbers. He walked back to his dorm, sighing. Now he'd be bored until Bryce finished up with practice. Oh well, he could always mess around with Bosco.

Bryce ran into the locker room, his team already on the field. The akita strapped on his gear, running out fully dressed onto the field in record time. They had just started, and Bryce found it easy to slip into place. They started off running plays, a simple running play for the akita.

The quarterback hiked the ball, and Bryce was off; clearing the ten yards in no time at all. His roommate Roy, played cornerback, and tackled him down, violently pulling him down by his facemask. The akita shook himself off, the coyote cornerback glaring at him. The entire practice carried on like this, Roy being extra rough.

The akita made it in the locker room first, and stripped down naked, smiling at a well done practice. He walked into the shower, whistling idly and turned it on, getting it to the correct temperature in the same motion. Bryce stepped in the warm jet, rubbing his body to soak the cleansing liquid into his sweat matted fur.

He stopped, looking around the shower room. His head cocked, normally the other guys were with him, idly chatting about life, girls, and whatever else came to mind. The akita shrugged it off, putting shampoo in his paw's and sudding himself down.

The rest of the team was in the other part of the locker room, crouched down behind a row of lockers. They were all gathered around Roy and a large tiger.

"I swear on my life I saw Bryce kissing that queer panther," Roy began, whispering.

"So what do we do?" A husky asked.

"You guys just watch, me and Will have this under control," Roy said, whistling sharply.

The team walked into the doorway between the showers and the lockers. The akita turned, looking surprised by the sudden show of numbers. He backed against the wall, paws flat against it.

"G-guys?" Bryce asked, "What's up?"

"So faggot," Roy began, advancing on Bryce, "You in love with queer nerds now?"

Will swooned and made kissing faces, making the other jocks behind them laugh.

"Well hey buddy," Roy continued, "Maybe we can go easy on you. There's just one little thing you got to do."

"Wait what?" Bryce asked his fear showing as he backed even more against the wall.

The tiger chuckled and locked the door, leaving the team in the other room.

"You cant tell anyone what happens here," Roy replied, pouncing and forcing the akita to the ground.

"Wait," Bryce began, struggling up against Roy, "Let me go Roy."

The tiger walked up, holding out a knife. Meanwhile, Roy lifted up Bryce's tail, starting to rub his brown sheath against the akita's white furred taint.

"You suck me off or I'll castrate you," Will began, holding the knife under Bryce's chin.

"N-no," Bryce whimpered.

Will snarled and slashed across the akita's broad shoulders. The canid yelped in pain, the tiger slamming his hardening member into his open maw. The tiger violently facefucked the akita, who was now sobbing around his thrusting cathood. The canine whimpered and closed his eyes, biting down hard.

The tiger snarled and pulled back, his dick dripping blood onto the wet floor. He started to stomp on the kneeling akita, kicking at his head and chest. He yowled, kicking the akita across his muzzle and feeling the bone break.

"JUST FUCK HIS ASS RAW ROY!" The tiger yelled.

Bryce started to cry harder, struggling against the stronger coyote's hold. He punched and kicked and bit, trying to escape his two assailants. Roy nodded and entered roughly, the ripping sound of his entry audible even to the team in the other room. Bryce screamed, Will advancing upon him.

"I'm gonna give you something so every knows what you really are," Will said, starting to carve into Bryce's back.

Roy was fucking into the akita at a breakneck speed, making Bryce his bitch like a dog in heat. Will continued to carve, soon stepping away to survey his work, a crooked "Faggot." Bryce screamed and cried, blood seeping from his many wounds. Roy snarled and slammed the akita's head into the tile floor, knotting roughly and cumming.

"Don't tell anyone who did this to you Bryce," Roy began, ripping his knot out roughly, "If you do, that fag boyfriend of yours is dead."

Will and Roy walked out, collecting the team and leading the whole band out of the locker room. Bryce was left alone, his crying form curling up into a little ball. He felt around his abused hole, whimpering, and passed out, the shower still running.