{"sf1_id":46,"sf2_id":"1QQypd71","title":"Study Session","author":"Tony Greyfox","words":5338,"posted_at":"1970-01-01T00:00:00.000Z","tags":["M/M","Raccoon","Skunk"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/46-study-session","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/1QQypd71","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b5/f5/b5f5ef4e-996d-40b4-b684-563d986af880","description":"","content":"Study Session  \nBy Tony Greyfox  \n\n* * *\n  \nBooks.  \n  \nHundreds of them. Thousands, even. Scattered across the expanses of  \nthe library's main room, up the walls, across the shelves, along the  \nstacks... everywhere.  \n  \nErik stood in the open space at the top of the stairs, turning slowly,  \nhis tail brushing the railings.. He'd just come up through five floors  \n  \nof just this - books, books everywhere, and not a sign of anything  \nresembling a directory. Just pages upon pages of information, details,  \ndiagrams, of everything but what he needed... directions to the  \ncomparative theology section.  \n  \nThe young skunk yawned, and checked his watch. About an hour before  \nthe Main Library closed, he noted; hopefully, his little information  \nsearch wasn't going to have to be a two-day thing, he pondered.  \nYawning again and scratching his pointed muzzle thoughtfully, he  \ndecided to take another pass down the stairs.  \n  \nThat technique proved to be fairly worthwhile; a rabbit wheeling a  \ncart of books emerged from the stacks as he reached the fourth floor.  \nHe smiled happily and diverted course. \"Excuse me, Miss?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The lupin, busily searching the shelves, leaped in surprise,  \ncatapulting the book she'd been replacing high into the air. Erik  \ninstinctively stepped back and showed the skills he'd learned playing  \nfootball, making a fair catch of the heavy tome before it could crash  \nto the ground. He grinned sheepishly. \"Sorry about that,\" he  \napologized.  \n  \nShe blinked at him a couple of times, her eyes wide. \"Where did you  \ncome from?\" she stammered.  \n  \n\"I was upstairs.\" He pointed to the stairs behind him. \"I've been  \nlooking for some help, and you're the first person I've seen since I  \ncame in.\"  \n  \nStraightening her spectacles, the rabbit appeared to calm down again,  \nthen took another look at him, noting the black tail with its  \ndistinctive white stripes. Her nostrils flared, something Erik saw  \nentirely too often around furs who didn't have a lot of experience  \nwith skunk-morphs, and she stepped back, her nose crinkling and floppy  \nears drooping. \"There aren't that many people on campus over the  \nsummer,\" she managed. \"What did you want?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm looking for the Comparative Theology section.\"  \n  \n\"Oh!\" she exclaimed. \"You've gone the wrong way.\" Drawing a small map  \nfrom the pocket of her sweater, she stepped closer, then shot another  \nglance at him and stopped the advance, handing him the scrap of paper.  \n\"When you came in, you were on the third floor. That's on the first -  \njust take the stairs all the way down, turn to your right.\"  \n  \nErik took the paper, noting wryly the flinch as he touched her hand.  \nShe'll probably go wash her hands now, he thought; aloud, he simply  \nsaid \"Thank you for your help.\" She nodded and wheeled her cart away  \ndown the aisles again.  \n  \nGrumbling to himself about stupid species prejudices, Erik started  \ndown the stairs again.  \n  \nWhen he ran out of down, Erik sneezed - the dust generated by old  \nbooks often irritated his sensitive nose - and puzzled over the paper  \nagain, then checked his watch once more - he still had 45 minutes to  \nfind the information he needed for the project he was working on, a  \nstudy of the Shinto religion and arts. His Masters degree courses were  \nwell into the toilet, but at least he'd found an interest - and a  \npotential magazine freelancing position for a few different groups,  \nsome of which might be interested in his current studies.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A small sign in the subterranean first floor of the ancient building  \ndirected him to the proper location, and the skunk was soon happily  \nporing over the musty volumes in the obviously less-than-popular  \nsection; some of the books had a neat layer of dust on them, and  \nothers were yellowing, the pages cracking as he flipped the covers  \nopen.  \n  \nEngrossed in an older study of Kamakura-period works, Erik shuffled  \naround the end of the stack, and suddenly found himself flat on the  \nfloor.  \n  \n\"Oh!\" a slightly accented voice exclaimed from somewhere above as Erik  \ngot his tail untangled from his feet and tried to get out from under  \nthe books he'd knocked down on the way down. \"Are you okay, there?\"  \n  \nA paw caught his upper arm and lifted, helping him up; Erik brushed  \nthe fur out of his eyes irritably and blinked at his benefactor.  \n  \nThe raccoon looked at him, concernedly. \"You all right, man?\" he asked  \nagain, the black and white fur around his eyes giving him a worried  \nexpression that looked to be permanent. \"Sorry about that. My tail  \ngets away from me when I'm concentrating sometimes.\" He curled the  \noffending appendage around his ankles like a grey-and-black striped  \nlegwarmer and grinned selfconsciously.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erik found himself grinning back at the shorter fur, leaning against  \nthe stacks and cradling a large book. \"No problem. I should have been  \nwatching where I was going, I guess. I sort of lose track when I'm  \nstudying.\"  \n  \n\"I noticed. You weren't making a sound, either.\" The 'coon bent down  \nlithely to pick up Erik's book, and glanced at it. \"Kamakura arts,  \nhuh? I always liked that period. Very elegant works, but there's a lot  \nto be said for the earlier styles, too.\"  \n  \nErik regarded the fur openly. \"I don't know,\" he replied. \"The thing  \nthat interests me about the 13th and 14th Centuries is how the  \ncreators started working more with their own ideas and deities, rather  \nthan a combination with Buddhism, before Shinto really became its own  \nentity.\"  \n  \n\"Sure,\" the raccoon nodded, his tail sweeping around as he turned and  \npulled a book off the shelf. \"But look at the detail in this  \nsculpture, late Fujiwara. It's almost lifelike! I mean, sure, the  \nKamakura was a regal period, and there was more color to a lot of it,  \nbut this is just... so smooth!\" He brandished the book, with its color  \nplate of a wooden sculpture, towards Erik.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erik grinned at the almost fanatic tone in the other fur's discourse.  \n\"The carvers were excellent, even before that period, but it was  \naround 1200 when they really reached their peak, when the shrines  \nstarted to develop a more Imperial feel to them; most of the existing  \nshrines are patterned after those creations, after all.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, sure, of course anyone creating this stuff would be influenced  \nby something as colorful and gaudy as that. There's a lot to be said  \nabout color, too.\" Replacing the book, the 'coon drew another off the  \nshelf. \"Ugh,\" he grumbled. \"Who let \\_this\\_ in here?\"  \n  \n\"Lowell, right?\" Erik asked, recognizing the paperback. \"Occult  \nJapan.\"  \n  \nThe 'coon looked up at him. \"Yeah. I read parts of this, you can  \nreally tell it was written at the turn of the 20th Century.\" He bared  \nhis tiny, sharp fangs at the tome. \"And that he was overly on the  \nChristian side.\"  \n  \n\"'His accounts are startling in their frankness and objectivity,  \nneither underestimating nor romanticizing the Shinto religion, but  \npresenting its many contradictions with candor and literary grace,'\"  \nErik quoted from the book's back cover blurb, which he had read and  \nscoffed at a number of times - that particular book had been one of  \nthe first he had found on Shinto and had been remarkably bad, he  \nthought. \"That guy needed to relax. Try to understand the religion,  \nrather than try and make it seem so different, so alien. Then again,  \nhis audiences were interested more in the rustic nature of the East, I  \nguess.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His new companion laughed quietly. \"You know a fair bit about this  \nstuff, but I've never seen you around Buchanan, or in the Arts annex,\"  \nthe 'coon noted. \"Are you on the faculty, or something?\"  \n  \nIt was Erik's turn to laugh. \"No, no, I dropped out about halfway  \nthrough my Masters in Asian Studies. I'm a writer, I freelance stuff.  \nOne of my clients expressed an interest in a comparative piece between  \nmodern Shinto and Buddhist artistic styles.\"  \n  \n\"Mind if I steal that for my thesis?\" The 'coon extended one  \nblack-furred paw. \"The name's Colin. I'm just starting my Masters,  \nsame program.\"  \n  \n\"If you want advice, run for it now,\" the skunk commented wryly,  \nshaking the paw. \"Erik.\"  \n  \n\"I can't. The boat already left.\" He tossed the Lowell book over his  \nshoulder and picked another one out. \"Here's one that you'd like,\" he  \nindicated. \"'Buddhism and Shinto: Mother and Daughter.'\"  \n  \n\"Sounds like a Nancy Friday book.\" Erik stepped closer and looked over  \nColin's shoulder, noting the fresh scent of his fur as the 'coon  \nflipped through pages, picking out different photos and details as he  \nwent, displaying a real knowledge of Japanese arts. He stopped  \nfinally, and turned to look at Erik. \"It's a shame this book is so out  \nof date; they really did a nice job of restoring this shrine after the  \nKobe earthquake,\" he explained. \"I was there for the dedication  \nceremony.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erik nodded appreciatively. \"I was wondering how you had so much  \nknowledge about the culture. Thought you were just a bookworm, or  \nsomething.\"  \n  \n\"The only way to really experience that culture is to be there,\"  \nColin remarked, as his eyes took on a yearning glint. \"It's beautiful.  \nYou should go.\"  \n  \nThe two settled in after that, discussing various aspects of art and  \nAsian culture amiably; they obviously shared many interests and  \nthought patterns; both finished the other's sentences on occasion and  \nlaughed about it afterwards. Erik felt himself growing to like the  \nlittle 'coon, something that he rarely did. Most often, his somewhat  \nstandoffish personality, combined with a healthy dose of cynicism, put  \npeople off. With Colin, though, he seemed more relaxed, even for  \nknowing the 'coon for only half an hour.  \n  \nTheir conversation was interrupted finally by the library  \nloudspeakers, which grumbled, then announced that the library would be  \nclosing in ten minutes. Colin stood, regretfully. \"We'd better get out  \nof here before they lock us in for the night with the nuts,\" he said,  \nhoisting his pack and digging out a keyring that Erik remembered was  \nfor an on-campus residence.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gathering his own selection of books, Erik stood as well, thinking.  \n\"Hey, you want to pop out to the Village and grab a coffee?\" he  \nsuggested. \"Maybe we can talk about working together on stuff like  \nthis.\"  \n  \nThe 'coon pondered for a moment, then nodded. \"Yeah, sure. I should  \nsee what's around here for shops anyhow.\"  \n  \nTogether, they moved through the checkout - Erik noticed the lapin  \nhe'd run into earlier duck away and wave a human clerk over as he came  \nup the stairs - then wandered their way north, towards the University  \nVillage area.  \n  \n  \nIf there was one thing the University of B.C. wasn't lacking in, it  \nwas back alleys. Finding one's way around the campus guaranteed using  \nat least one, somewhere along the way. Unfortunately, the campus  \ncowboys often forgot that fact, and problems can occasionally crop up,  \n  \nespecially after dark.  \n  \nColin and Erik were busily debating the differences between Imperial  \nand Shogunate artistic figures, following Erik's familiar exit route,  \nwhen three figures emerged from the darkness near a building. Erik  \nstopped, uncertain, as the large beings moved close.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well, what've we got here?\" someone growled. The bit of light  \nemanating from far-off streetlamps showed a human face, and the other  \ntwo looked similar, Erik thought. \"Someone's come to visit, guys!\"  \n  \nThe other two chuckled in response, and Erik's blood started to run  \na little colder. Colin looked back at them, then glanced over to Erik  \nwith a worried expression. \"Uh, we're just coming through, if you  \ndon't mind....\" he managed.  \n  \n\"No, you're not,\" the large man snarled, as the others moved in behind  \nhim. \"You goddamn furs think you're so superior, but we know better.  \nYou don't even know not to wander alone after dark.\" His hands flexed  \nand he stepped closer, and both furs recognized that an attack was  \nimminent.  \n  \nMost humans around the world accepted the fact that furs had  \nessentially taken over the United States during the Race Wars in the  \nmid-1980s. They hadn't started the war; their creators and masters had  \ngiven them rights, education, then decided they didn't want smart  \nanimals and tried to eliminate their creations quietly. Unfortunately,  \ntheir creations, thanks to a short breeding cycle, were a significant  \npart of the population; thanks to their human intelligence, combined  \nwith instinctive knowledge, the creatures created in 1943 by American  \nscientists were able to organize themselves and face the armed  \nassaults for two full years.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A last resort weapon was developed quickly by scientists, a virus that  \nwould seek out the genomes present in furs and kill them quickly, with  \nno need for ammunition expenditures. The military dispersed canisters  \nof the virus through the country.  \n  \nA mistake had been made. Instead of hunting down the furs' genomes,  \nthe designers had slipped, or the virus had mutated while they weren't  \n  \nlooking, and, while several hundred furs with recessively human  \ngenetic material died horribly, so did sixty percent of the population  \nof North America, mostly south of the 49th Parallel.  \n  \nWhat was left of the Canadian government immediately condemned the  \nAmerican reaction and (after the virus had died off) built themselves  \nan addition that extended south to the Rio Grande; they then offered  \nthe surviving furs, whose population was slightly higher than the  \nhuman population in North America, recognition that they were a  \nunique, distinct society (which upset Quebec greatly) and equal rights  \nwith humans. They accepted, thankfully, and life had gone on.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Unfortunately, some humans had disagreed with that particular  \ndecision. Three of them charged Erik and Colin, the leader aiming for  \nthe distinctively black-and-white marked fur.  \n  \nErik automatically turned the attack into a shoulder throw, watching  \nhis assailant thud onto the nearby lawn. Spinning, another of the  \nhumans charged him; the skunk snarled and charged, raking the other  \nbeing across the face with his small claws. \"Argh!\" the man yelled,  \nfalling out of the fight.  \n  \nAs he set himself for the next assault, Erik noted that the third of  \ntheir tormentors was slowly stalking the smaller raccoon, who didn't  \nlook to be a fighter. Making a snap decision, the skunk charged,  \ntackling the male from behind and winding him. He then grabbed Colin  \nand placed himself between the three, who were regrouping.  \n  \n\"You cut my face up, you motherfuckin' bastard!\" the injured assailant  \nhissed at Erik. \"I'll tear out your fuckin' balls for that!\"  \n  \n\"What, you need replacements, yours too small?\" Erik retorted. The  \nman growled as the two smaller furs backed up, into a darker portion  \nof the alley.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, you're dead, you fuck!\" The three looked at one another, then all  \nbolted forward, trying to close the 40 feet of space between their  \nprey and themselves.  \n  \nErik saw them coming and hurled Colin away from him. Grabbing the  \nwaist band of the baggy shorts he was wearing, he spun, raised his  \ntail, and proved to the oncoming attackers that skunkmorphs are  \nequipped just like their wild relatives - he fired a jet of musk from  \nthe glands near his tail.  \n  \nAll three of the humans went down howling, grabbing their faces and  \ntrying to clear the burning fluid from their eyes, noses and mouths.  \nThe leader had been snarling at the time, and had caught most of the  \nbarrage in the mouth; he was busily retching his dinner all over  \nhimself and his partners.  \n  \nColin was gaping at the three while Erik readjusted his clothing. \"I  \ndidn't know skunks could do that!\" he exclaimed.  \n  \n\"We don't do it very often, unless it's important,\" Erik replied  \nmodestly. \"We have enough of a problem with that whole smell thing  \nwithout people thinking we're going to spray them all the time.\" He  \nglanced at his victims, writhing on the pavement. \"Now let's get the  \nhell out of here before they recover!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The 'coon, in complete agreement, followed his companion as they ran  \noff the campus.  \n  \n  \n\"So how long have you been in Vancouver?\" Erik inquired, lapping a bit  \nof the foamy whipped cream from the mocha in front of him and enjoying  \nthe silky feeling as it eased across his tongue.  \n  \nAcross from him in the booth, Colin peered out the window and watched  \na bus drift by. \"I came in just after the end of last year's school.  \nThought I'd get here and get settled well before courses started.\" He  \nsipped at the strong coffee in front of him and nodded. \"This is great  \ncoffee. You know, I've never been here,\" he added, casting a glance  \naround the room.  \n  \n\"You kidding? The Varsity's a favorite with UBC students. Their food  \nis even better than the coffee.\" Erik grinned at the counter man, an  \nolder Chinese gentleman whose family had run the restaurant for 30  \nyears and knew Erik by sight. He smiled back at the compliment and  \nwaved. \"I come here a lot - I just live a few blocks away, and I find  \nthis is the perfect spot to bring people for business.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The 'coon regarded him over the rim of his mug. \"And pleasure?\"  \n  \n\"Well, that too.\" Erik grinned at his companion. \"Not that I've had  \nmuch of that lately.\"  \n  \n\"Hmm.\" The 'coon looked out the window once again with a pensive  \nexpression. \"This sure beats the weather back home,\" he breathed, as  \na smattering of rain scattered across the street, sending pedestrians  \nscurrying for cover.  \n  \nErik watched for a moment. \"Where's home?\" he inquired quietly.  \n  \n\"I'm originally from New Zealand, my folks bailed out just before the  \nWar. We raised sheep, believe it or not. Nice place, but it's got even  \nworse weather than this place.\" Colin sighed, swirling a mouthful of  \ncoffee, then sat straight up. \"When this opening came up, I jumped at  \nit. I don't want to deal with sheep for the rest of my life.\"  \n  \n\"I know what you mean, Colin. I came here to get out of the forests -  \nmy dad's a logger. I like the outdoors, just not that much.\"  \n  \nA long silence drifted down over the two furs, broken by occasional  \nlaughter from another table nearby, where a grey fox and wolf were  \ngiggling and trying to feed one another noodles with chopsticks, with  \nless-than-perfect results. It was kind of depressing - relationships  \nwere one thing that Erik was quite poor at, and his last one, with a  \nhuman freelancer he'd met several months before, had fallen apart when  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; she decided he wasn't as interesting as his dark furry body made him  \nout to be.  \n  \n\"They look happy, don't they?\" Colin's question brought him out of his  \nreverie, and he turned to see the black-masked male looking in the  \nsame direction he had been. \"Eh, relationships are overrated.\"  \n  \nWith a chuckle, Erik drained his coffee. \"You're probably right. The  \nfringe benefits are nice, though.\"  \n  \n\"Who needs a relationship for that?\" Colin murmured, still watching  \nthe other furs, who were giggling wildly over the contents of a  \nfortune cookie. Erik regarded him for a moment, trying to interpret  \nthat comment, then shook his head slightly and tossed one of the  \ncookies from the middle of the table at the rapt 'coon.  \n  \nBreaking his open, he munched down on half, and unrolled the scrap of  \npaper. \"Take chances; sometimes a chance is all you need for  \nhappiness,\" he read aloud, then cocked an eyebrow at it, brushed fur  \nfrom his eyes and looked over at his companion. \"What's yours say?\"  \n  \n\"Uh...\" Glancing down, the raccoon actually looked embarrassed; his  \nrounded ears flickered. \"It says, 'Friendship can lead to love with  \nthe right nurturing.' Silly, huh?\" His eyes met Erik's, questioning,  \nthen dropped again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erik reached across the table and touched Colin's paw; the 'coon  \nlooked again into his eyes, and smiled. \"It's not as silly as you  \nthink.\"  \n  \nThe other fur closed his paw, warmly, around Erik's. \"No. Maybe not.\"  \n  \nPulling out his wallet, the skunk tossed money on the table, and  \nstood. \"C'mon.\"  \n  \n\"Where are we going?\" the 'coon asked.  \n  \nErik smiled. \"Let's go nurture some friendship.\"  \n  \n  \nAn odd silence had held between the two while they walked the four  \nblocks to Erik's rented house; neither seemed to want to disrupt the  \nconnection they had made leaving the restaurant. Nikki, Erik's  \noccasionally constant companion, meowed a hello from her perch over  \nthe door as he rummaged around and found his keys. \"Decided to stay  \nhome tonight, huh?\" he grinned at her; she cocked an ear and looked  \ncuriously at Colin, who returned the look.  \n  \nSwinging the door open, he flipped on a light and dropped his gear in  \nthe hall closet, then waved the raccoon in. \"Come on in, make yourself  \nat home,\" he invited.  \n  \nColin peered around the living room, taking inventory of the various  \ntrinkets and pieces of furniture scattered around. He stopped right  \nwhere Erik expected him to, and his eyes grew large. \"Oh, my,\" he  \nbreathed, stepping closer to the mantel and the sheath that hung over  \nit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I got that a couple years ago, from a friend in the antiques  \nbusiness,\" Erik said, smiling and stepping past the amazed 'coon and  \ngently taking the katana from its hook. \"He thought it was a piece of  \nshit, was going to throw it out. As near as I can tell, it's from the  \nmid-13th Century.\"  \n  \nThe jeweled scabbard glinted as he drew the keenly-honed, curved  \nblade, its working still showing the thousands of folds its long-dead  \ncreator had slaved over, likely for six months or so, probably on the  \norders of a samurai warrior. Hilt-first, he offered the weapon to his  \nnew friend. \"Feel the balance of that thing. It's absolutely  \ngorgeous.\"  \n  \nGently, Colin took the katana and looked carefully at the damasked  \nedge and the silver wrappings of the hilt, then flipped the sword in  \nhis paw. Shifting quickly, he made three practiced cuts of the air and  \nplanted himself in a classic Japanese pose. Erik grinned at the  \nincongruity. \"Ooh, ronin raccoon!\" he chuckled, starting to laugh.  \n  \nThe 'coon held the pose stoically for a second, then broke down  \ngiggling, stepping forward and resheathing the sword. Erik, still  \ngiggling, tossed the blade onto a nearby chair, and turned to find  \nColin standing close to him. Two grey-furred arms slid around his  \nchest and tightened, drawing him in. He regarded the 'coon's face as  \ntheir laughter stopped, felt the softness of him pressed to his body,  \nthe pleasant warmth of his arms, and returned the gesture.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You feel tense,\" Colin whispered. \"Worried?\"  \n  \nErik nodded slightly. \"This has never happened before... I've never  \nfelt this sudden attachment to someone before. It's sort of weird.\"  \n  \n\"I know what you mean,\" the raccoon murmured, as their lips met.  \n  \nMuzzle to muzzle, the two males held each other tight as their lips  \nparted slowly, Erik lightly brushing the other's teeth with his  \ntongue, having them open, and the soft, hot flesh of the raccoon's  \ntongue meeting his followed. He moaned, drawing his claws down the  \nfabric covering Colin's back, getting a muffled \"mmph!\" and a flexing  \nof the muscles in response.  \n  \nFinally, the kiss broke, reluctantly, and the two gazed at one another  \nfor a long moment. Untangling himself from their embrace, Colin  \nstepped back and drew the blue shirt over his head, exposing a  \nwell-formed upper body, a light layer of muscles flexing under the  \ngrey, black and white fur there. Erik followed suit, removing his own  \nlight vest, and looked at the 'coon once again. Both of them giggled,  \nand Colin dove at him, knocking him onto the floor, where they rolled  \ntogether, tickling one another, scratching in the spots each knew were  \nthe tender ones, trading kisses and nibbles until both were exhausted  \nand stopped, curled together in a ball of sleek fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Erik trailed one paw down his partner's back, coming to the base of  \nthe ringed, bushy tail, caressing the firm muscles there and squeezing  \nthe sensitive barrel. Colin hissed, and rolled his body against  \nErik's, pressing his groin to the skunk's hip. \"Like that, huh?\" Erik  \nwhispered into the rounded ear, trailing his tongue along the rim and  \ngetting an appreciative shudder for his trouble.  \n  \nRolling back, Erik lifted his hips up and yanked off his shorts,  \ntossing them aside, then grasped the waistband of Colin's own shorts  \nand drew them off. He knelt next to the smaller fur, admiring the view  \nfor a moment, then slid his paw up Colin's right thigh, barely  \ntouching the tightened sac there before softly encircling his furry  \nsheath, the pink tip of his erection showing. A sharp intake of breath  \ntold him his actions were having the desired effect, and he stroked,  \nfeeling the blood rushing to engorge the member he held. Sliding even  \nwith the 'coon, he pressed their muzzles together again, tongues  \nwinding almost on their own, and his other paw stroked Colin's head  \nand ears again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A paw moved down Erik's back, following the wide white stripe, and  \ntrailed along his tail, which lay in a fan across their thighs as he  \nstroked Colin's erection to life. The paw located his own sheath,  \nwhere his own excitement was already in evidence, and gripped his  \nprick firmly, moving up and down the shaft with determination.  \n  \n\"Hang on,\" Erik whispered as he felt waves of ecstasy starting to  \nbuild from the soft, manipulative paw that was working him, and eased  \nback onto his knees. Dropping down, he looked up at Colin's face once  \nagain, then engulfed the 'coon's reddening cock, tasting the sweet  \nflesh as he pressed it deep into his muzzle.  \n  \nColin moaned incoherently and held Erik's head with one paw as the  \nskunk started to lick his way up and down the long, narrow shaft,  \ncurling his long tongue around the head, then nibbling down the length  \nbefore sucking the length back into his muzzle. Once again, the  \nraccoon managed to reach down and take control of Erik's member, which  \nwas hardening even more, he thought.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The raccoon's hips started to jerk in response to Erik's minstrations,  \nand he abruptly stopped, raising himself to his haunches, a string of  \npre-cum stretching from his own sheath to Colin's hand as he did.  \n\"C'mon,\" he ordered, grabbing one hand. \"This carpet's starting to  \nmake me itch.\"  \n  \nColin obediently followed along as Erik led him up the stairs to the  \nbedroom; as soon as he turned on the light, the 'coon tackled him onto  \nthe big queen bed, kissing him firmly, then pushing him back when he  \ntried to roll over. \"My turn,\" he smiled, before taking Erik's thick,  \nfirm erection into his warm mouth. Erik smiled blissfully and lay back  \nto enjoy the sensations.  \n  \nColin gripped the shaft at the base and licked all around, rolling  \nErik's balls gently, and finally sank it deep into his throat with a  \nsoft sucking sound. He bobbed up and down, the head bumping against  \nhis tight throat, changing speeds, first quickly driving up and down,  \nthen slowing to an agonizing crawl that had Erik squirming and pushing  \nhis hips up to meet his lover's strokes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Gods, that's so nice,\" he whispered; the 'coon lifted up, pumping  \nwith his fist, and smiled over Erik's chest at him, then dove back  \ndown.  \n  \nThe skunk felt it building, a fiery ball of sexual release low in his  \nbelly, and he grunted, his entire body twitching. Colin caught the  \nsignals and slowed his pace until Erik's face relaxed and he lay back  \nwith a wry grin, then redoubled his efforts. He repeated that pattern  \nthree more times, until Erik actually growled with anguish as the  \npressure built, then drove the skunk's cock entirely into his mouth.  \n  \nWith a yelp, Erik came, a pulse that started somewhere in his chest  \nand ran like a wildfire through his body, firing a stream of cum into  \nthe 'coon's cheeks, then another, yet another, and again, until the  \nlast pulse released a tiny dribble of hot semen, which Colin swallowed  \nwithout hesitation. Panting, the skunk lay back, the glow of his  \norgasm settling in. He looked down and grinned at his lover as the  \n'coon scooted up and nestled next to him, one arm over his chest.  \n\"Mmm,\" Erik murmured. \"That was nice, Colin.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Glad you liked it,\" the other fur smiled into his chest, licking one  \nexposed nipple. \"You tasted so good, I can't wait to do that again.\"  \n  \nStroking Colin's tail, which curled around his upper thigh, Erik  \ncaught his breath, then kissed the raccoon's head, just above the  \nblack mask. \"Neither can I.\" He looked down; the fur's penis was still  \nshowing some life. \"I think it's your turn for something, though.\" He  \nreached down and chuckled as Colin's weapon leaped back to life.  \n  \n\"What would you like?\" Colin asked, his eyes half-lidded as he soaked  \nup the teasing touches of Erik's paw.  \n  \nThe skunk released him, reached over the bed and produced a bottle of  \nlubricant. \"I think I'd like to try this stuff out,\" he replied,  \nhanding it over. Colin regarded it, then grinned and raised up to his  \nknees as Erik rolled himself onto his belly and raised his wide,  \nstriped tail.  \n  \n\"Careful where you're pointing that thing,\" Colin warned as he moved  \ninto place, his paw running through the black fur of Erik's buttocks,  \npushing it out of the way for easier targeting. He dipped one finger  \ninto the lube and pried Erik's cheeks open, slipping it carefully  \nthrough the tight ring. Erik raised himself up and hissed as his anus  \nconstricted around the intruding object, which rotated slowly,  \nspreading the cool, slippery stuff around.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Colin spread a thick layer of lube onto his ready prick, then lifted  \nErik's tail up over his shoulder and moved forward, pressing the head  \nof his cock to Erik's waiting hole. \"Ready?\" he asked; Erik just  \nnodded, looking back over his shoulder, then stretched his neck  \nforward and closed his eyes, his ears laying back as Colin pressed,  \nfeeling the sphincter ripple against himself before it opened and he  \nslid deeply inside the skunk, his balls pressing against the black  \ncheeks.  \n  \n\"Oh, Gods...\" Erik moaned as Colin pulled out and pressed in, out and  \nin, settling into a rhythm, his paws gripping Erik's waist and pulling  \nthe skunk in, pivoting at the knees to meet each stroke, feeling his  \ninsides rearrange as the long cock worked inside him. The 'coon gasped  \nand whimpered as Erik's tight asshole gripped him, a sweet friction  \nthat he knew he couldn't handle too long.  \n  \nErik's elbows gave out and he collapsed forward, carrying the pumping  \n'coon with him into a horizontal position. He felt Colin's furred  \nchest pressing against his back, the paws gripping his shoulders, warm  \nbreath blowing faster and faster against the scruff of his neck as his  \nactions became more frantic.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally, Colin couldn't hold out any longer; Erik felt him lift  \nhimself up on his arms and drive deeply in; with a scream, the 'coon  \nerupted, and Erik felt the jets of semen course into his bowels; he  \ngroaned as the feeling spread and his again-erect cock pulsed as well,  \nspurting his lust into the covers and across his belly, the pulsations  \nconstricting his ass around Colin's gushing cock.  \n  \nExhausted, the raccoon collapsed, slithering out of Erik as he fell  \naside, whuffing for breath, his chest rising and falling against the  \nskunk's shoulders. Erik turned onto his back and pulled Colin to him,  \ncurling against the recovering fur and nestling into the fragrant fur  \nof his chest. \"Thank you,\" he whispered softly, feeling Colin's paw  \ncaressing his head fur and neck.  \n  \nColin kissed Erik's forehead, smiled and licked his nose gently. \"So,\"  \nhe whispered, \"want to be research partners, Mr. Skunk?\"  \n  \nThey looked at each other for a long moment, then dissolved into  \nlaughter - laughter that Erik felt would go on for a long, happy time.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\"Study Session\"  \nCopyright (c) 1997, Tony Greyfox  \nDistribution limited to electronic media not-for-profit use only.  \nAll other rights are reserved to the author.  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \n\n"}