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"Influencing Others"

The sound of a loud rumbling like thunder followed by a blasting horn woke Adam up from a particularly sound sleep. He bolted upright, his brilliant white fur soaked from a restless night before he actually was able to nod off. Placing a hand on his head, the young mouse looked down at his feet which were pointed straight up, and for once the blankets hadn't been twisted aside during the night. It was a Saturday morning, an extremely early one at that because the soft glow of the sunrise had barely begun to filter through his window. He turned his head to glance outside and saw that the trash truck was seated out in front of his house. He groaned and fell back, hearing the sound of his pillow flopping as the back of his head struck it and he found himself now staring at the intricate patterns unintentionally made in the ceiling. He turned over on his side and tried to pull his cover up to his shoulder and fall back to sleep.

"(click) And it's going to be a lovely day in Haven, a strong summer day with a high of eighty-nine expected..."

Adam slapped his clock radio's Snooze Button, then sat up to turn the alarm off completely. He was a High School graduate now, expected to attend college come October, he could stand a few days to actually sleep in before trying to find himself a summer job to help pay for his trip. He laid back down, but then groaned at the sound of knocking on his door.

"Adam, are you awake?" The sound of Charlotte Rowe's voice sounded from the other side of the door. "I'm not feeling well today, honey, do you think you could take your brother into town for me? He needs some things for his camping trip."

"Aw, mom. He's almost twelve, can't he go himself?"

"It's five miles into town, and there is no way I'm going to have him walk or take the bus."

"Why does it have to be so early?"

"Because his troop leaves at eight, and he still needs a few supplies. Could you please help out?"

Adam huffed and shoved his face into his pillow. His mother wasn't sick, she was just using it as an excuse to get them out of the house for a couple of hours. Still, he couldn't turn down a request like that. "Fine." He muttered into his pillow.

"Thank you, sweetie." She said with an elated sound in her voice. "I really owe you."

"Mmmhmm." Adam muttered as he slid out from under the sheets.

The shower felt good. Adam let the water pour down his slim back a good five minutes before he even had the urge to turn around, as soon as the water hit his face though he was awake, and he shook his head to flap his ears, finally getting into the vigorous scrubbing of shampoo through his fur. He lathered up, and rinsed off, and still managed to open the shower curtain the minute his kid brother stepped into the room. "Max!" He shrieked, grabbing his curtain and pulling it around his hips. "What the hell? Get out of here."

Max picked up a small blue toothbrush, and turned a pair of green eyes toward the mouse in the shower. "I'm gonna tell mom you cussed."

Adam blushed a bit and sneered at his brother. "You haven't even heard cussing yet, now get out of here I need to get dressed."

"Get dressed in your own room like a normal person."

Adam rolled his eyes. Picked on by his own kid brother, now that was a new low. He stretched an arm out, stepping a foot out to grab the towel hanging on the wall and he quickly draped it over himself. He grunted as he stepped out of the room. "I hope a bear eats you." He said as he closed the door and stormed across the hall to his room.

The mouse dressed somewhat simply for the afternoon, a white t-shirt with a blue buttoned up shirt on top, a pair of white briefs that were a little tight even for him and a pair of somewhat baggy jean shorts. He pulled a pair of thick black framed glasses from his dresser and pulled them on and he looked himself in the mirror. He was awkwardly askance as he looked at himself and tried to right his clothes, his reddish tinted eyes small and beady without his glasses now looked rounder and more pronounced through them. He muttered to himself as he picked his wallet up and started down the hallway. "If you're coming with me, Max, you better hurry up!"

"Adam, don't tease your brother!" He heard echo from his mother's room.

Adam's ears flattened some. "Yes, mother." He said

Adam didn't understand why he had to take his brother out shopping for camping supplies. He was eighteen for crying out loud, he was out of school, he needed to spend his summer trying to cool himself up for college, and being seen out in public with Max was more of a disappointment than taking his beat up Mazda to the outdoor surplus store for camping supplies, but the trip out definitely had its advantages, especially when it came to a particularly burly looking white bear behind the counter.

He was barely able to fit into the polo shirt that was provided to all the employees at this little store, it was rather clear to see that he worked out. As Adam waited for Max to gather the supplies on his list, he wandered up to the main counter and caught a glimpse of the name "Skyler" on the badge before the bear's light blue eyes turned up to look at him. "C'n I help you?" The accent was strong, he was obviously not from around town, Adam adjusted his glasses and resisted the urge to start blushing.

"No, I'm just waiting for my kid brother." He answered, nervously rubbing the fur on his forearm.

"Ah, alright mate. Just let me know if you need anything."

The a sound in his speech was a bit long, so he made a shot in the dark. "You come from Australia or something?" He asked.

The bear raised an eyebrow and eyed the mouse as Adam leaned against the counter close to him. "Ha. Y'got a good ear." He admitted. "Raised in Melbourne."

The bear's smile broadened a bit, Adam admitted to himself he was standing a little too close, but in an open room like this one it didn't hurt to be careful so long as the predator species could get a snout full of his scent, it would work out accordingly. It slowly began to work, Skyler had been quite distracted with his work at first, but slowly began to relax, leaning on the counter and sharing laughable, too much information stories that made the mouse grow more comfortable with him. Adam even braved a couple of grazing touches as they spoke and went over some of the merchandise in the cabinets, for the first time, Adam was using his abilities for the pure fun of getting to know a sexy guy. And where his abilities came in, it didn't even matter if he was gay, straight or not sexual at all, if it had a pulse, Adam could influence them... it came with his pubescence; a strange pheromone that relaxed the senses, made people more prone to suggestion, to needing to be with him. If it weren't for his abilities, he probably would have been much more miserable in school, he always influenced bullies to turn away from him or to be afraid of him, even when they were big, dumb jock tigers that didn't really know any better. He grinned at the thought of losing his virginity to one such jock in the locker rooms when he and Samson Regal had to stay after for detention.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud clatter of supplies as Max dumped at least twenty things in between him and Skyler. "What the--Max, what did I tell you about doing that?" He asked.

"Well I've been trying to get your attention for the last couple minutes." Max pouted. "I'm done."

"What is all this? Was all this stuff on your list?" Adam asked, picking up long strands of rope, a small hand held flashlight and a swiss army knife in the pile.

"Most of it. But I wanted the knife and the flash light." Max said. "For protection from be--" He paused and looked at Skyler who grinned back at him.

"Allo." He said, showing his teeth as he smiled.

"Aaaaadammmm?" The child whined.

"Okay, okay." Adam said, stifling a laugh as he handed Skyler the items one at a time

"That's two seventeen, mate." He said, completing the ring up.

Adam's eyes bulged a bit in shock. "Two hundred and seventeen dollars?" He repeated. "Max, what did you get?" Max shrugged a bit as Adam took out his wallet. An idea came to him that made him chuckle to himself. "Say, Skyler... do you get employee discounts?"

"AH! AHH! F-FUCK!" Skyler cried out as he grabbed hold of the stack of crates in front of him for leverage, but all that did was cause them to thump loudly against the wall.

Max had been given ten dollars to take over to the arcade next door while Adam worked out his negotiations with the polar bear, though three times his size, Skyler was a rather amiable push over. A little pheromone led to this, Adam figured it was probably summer hormones that made him radiate such a powerful scent as he slammed his weight into the bear's backside, pushing that shirt up his muscled torso as he revealed an inch at a time a cool, smooth layer of thick polar bear fur. Adam's shirt was tugged up past his belly, but he could feel the sides of his button up as they flapped against the thick butt in front of him. He felt Skyler's balls swinging as the bear on all fours was actually now crying out into the fold of his elbow with his ass high in the air. Adam felt his tongue slide across his teeth, he hadn't realized he was doing it, and his glasses were getting foggy from all the heat. The slaps got louder as their bodies collided again and again, one of Adam's feet had stepped inside of Skyler's strewn pants while the other stood outside as he more eagerly turned into each thrust.

There was a bellowing growl as Skyler came onto the stockroom floor, the smell of his musk only drove Adam over the edge, and as he whispered the bear's name through his teeth. He pulled himself free, his shaft still twitching vigorously as he threw his head back and let out a silent gasp, suddenly firing load after load of his own musk into the bear's face. "Aww, yeah." He hissed in enjoyment as he took it full on, getting his muzzle a bit messy as he sat there, half seated on the cold concrete floor. "Mmm jus' what I needed." He grinned. "Thanks fo' that, Adam."

Adam smiled back. "And thanks for your twenty percent." He winked as both of them tried to regain their composure.

He was still trying to clean a mess out of his cheek as he left the store and heard a voice behind him suddenly say his name. "Adam Rowe!"

Turning around, Adam saw an older badger with rimless, small glasses on his face. His beady brown eyes poking out from behind them as the tweed jacket wearing man ran over to him. "Just the mouse I've been looking for!"

"Mister Roscoe." Adam recognized him from the high school. "Wow, what a small world."

"Your mother said you were out here with your brother." He waved a hand dismissively. "Listen, I wanted to see if I could ask you a huge favor. You know my erm... cousin, right?"

"You mean the huge ass black wolf that you always lamented headlocking you every afternoon for your lunch money in school?" Adam crossed his arms. "Who I still don't think is a real "cousin" of yours for some reason?"

"Right. Listen, he's got a proposition that would be just up your alley for the summer. How would you like to be a tutor to a group of college jocks who are in serious hot water with their dean?"

"Why would I be interested in that?" Adam asked, pushing his glasses up with his index finger.

"Well, I don't know. He just asked me if I knew anyone smart enough to teach his football team how to not be idiots by the start of the semester and you were the first one that popped in my head, Mister sixteen hundred."

Adam rolled his eyes. He never thought that kind of a nickname would stick, but it did; from all of his old teachers, and his librarian was no exception. "Oh come on. I've got better things to do with my summer than... teaching a bunch of dumb jocks college stuff."

"But you've taken college courses before and breezed through them, Dave would be so grateful to you, he's actually offering fourteen hundred a month for this opportunity. The Cougars need you, Adam!"

Adam paused mid stride as he was walking away. "Wait... the Cougars? Like... the most elite college football team in the country?"

"Well, yes!" Roscoe nodded.

"Home of the roughest, toughest, greatest pissing contest cats ever to grace the world of football every single year?"

Roscoe paused, then pointed. "Have you heard of them?"

The sun was already going down when Adam arrived at Argent U. He pulled into the dingy parking lot that opened up into a rather prestigious campus sitting behind a high bar fence. The difference between the street and the university was astounding, going from flat black asphalt to a manicured, green and white concrete trimmed interior. Coach David Timot was standing at the gates waiting for him to show up, Adam didn't have to introduce himself, he simply waved at the guard and saw the mouse into the grounds.

"Wow, I can't tell you what an honor it is to be here." Adam said. "I mean, I'm supposed to start up here in the later semester, so a sneak peek of what I'm looking forward to just thrills me."

"Mmmhmm, glad you like it." The coach grunted. "Argent U is one of the highest paid jobs I ever had, and usually my years coast by so easily that it's nothing for me. My boys have never let me down before, that's why I was really desperate for some help." He continued as he opened a gate to the main buildings. "I mean, they're brilliant when it comes to being on the field, hard hitters. They're the best I've trained... but it's only athletically."

"Mmhmm. Not very smart?" Adam asked.

"My seven best boys are doing so poorly in their academics that the dean actually gave me an ultimatum; he's a big fan of the team, but if we don't get them above a C average by the start of the fall semester, they won't be allowed to return."

Adam cringed. "That's pretty harsh."

"Not when they average an F, even with the curve. Their scholarships aren't going to help pull them out, they won't graduate at this rate." The coach shrugged. "They all agreed to try their best to pull their asses out of the shit they made, but they need help. That's where you come in."

"Well, I'll definitely give it a shot." Adam smiled confidently, though his expression was vague otherwise.

Stepping up to the door, Dave paused and looked at Adam. "Hey, do you smell something?"

Adam froze, he hadn't even realized he was giving off his pheromone scent, it would be obvious the wolf could have picked that up, but he shrugged. "Maybe it's one of our shampoos?" He guessed.

"Hm. Maybe." He turned the knob and pulled the door open to the small room inside.

Wall to wall, there were seven large, very sexy males sitting at the desks throughout the room. He recognized all the greats that were there; Warren Saler and his twin brother Marcus. Two of the largest members of the team, both of them were tigers, and the only difference between them was the fact that Marcus had a tuft of hair that traveled between his ears on his head like a faux-hawk that fluffed a few inches over his scalp. Even their stripes matched in their patterns which happened even more rarely with their kind. Behind them was Nelson Manx, who was a lynx. Often Adam would wonder if the younger cat was ever teased in school because of his name versus his species rhyming. The quarterback was the only one whose race lived up to the name; this massive powerhouse was named Ryley Jordan. His fur was an off-tan color, greyer than a regular cougar but he was a full blooded cougar. He stared at Adam with an intently spiteful glare, but the mouse moved on to the only non-feline member of the team and that was Douglas Creed, who was actually a jackal. Douglas was the only one of the group who had gotten popular in other areas since turning 18, having been a model and even in a couple of adult magazines. Adam had a few vintage posters of him, but felt it would be a little awkward to ask him for his autograph on them. Tyronne Fuller was the smallest in stature, but was also the widest in proportion to his teammates. A cheetah, he had an awkward combination of spots and black markings on his otherwise yellow and white fur. Then lastly was Vincent Mattheson, a sleek black panther with narrow yellow eyes and white teeth that was the only break from his fur to his face.

"Everyone? This is Adam. Mister Roscoe recommended him to tutor you guys so that you'll pass the dean's test in the fall."

"That little squirt?" Tyronne scoffed. "He looks like he belongs in high school."

"Well, actually I just graduated, and I've taken courses at your guys' level in college, so I'm sure I'm perfectly capable of helping you all out."

"Who asks a mouse to come teach a room of cats anything?" Warren asked with a snicker.

Marcus nodded and giggled. "Yeah, you said it, bro. I mean, where's pest control when you need it?"

"Ha, and it's white too." Vincent grinned toothily. "Probably gotta be easy to spot him in the dark.

Douglas rubbed his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "Aw, the cat jokes just aren't going to stop, are they?"

Nelson leaned against the canine and smirked. "Well, I suppose it's better than the dog being in a room full of cats joke I've been trying to work out."

"Shut up." Ryley's booming voice suddenly silenced the room. He was very imposing and stoic as he stood to stare down the mouse, Adam averted his gaze, perhaps he was staring too aggressively for the big ring leader of the room, and he could tell the mouse's latent dominant abilities. But his gaze passed to the coach who was standing behind the mouse, both hands on his shoulders. "Coach, is this some kind of a joke? We don't need a kid teaching us."

"Like hell you don't, Jordan." Dave glared angrily. "All seven of you are way below the bar for your grades. If you don't fucking get your balls out of the hot water, you're going to burn them off and the Cougars are going to be recruiting new players this year. So you're going to sit with Mister Rowe, you are going to study with him, you are going to ask him questions and you are going to FUCKING fall in line!"

The wolf's growl turned into more of a bark at that point, making the mouse jump slightly from the shock and Vincent laughed a bit. "Look'it him, he's scared of us."

"The fur was about to go flying off." Warren laughed, followed by his brother.

There was a moment of silence as the players, the coach and Adam all peered around at each other before Ryley made out a snarl of his own. "Fine. But don't expect me to like it."

"I don't." Dave said. "But you're going to do it if you're going to make it out to the field on your last year. All of you." He edged Adam forward.

"Uh... hey..." He said nervously. "S-so, I'm Adam." He said. "And I want to make sure the Cougars all roar out onto the field next year."

"You follow sports, kid?" Douglas asked.

Adam nodded. "Oh yeah, I've been a Cougars fan since I was a Freshman." He smiled proudly. "When you guys knocked out the Saints in last year's final game, I was literally screaming on the edge of my seat." Adam paused as his tail flicked excitedly from side to side. He quickly put a stillness to it. "S-sorry."

"No, no. I like it." Douglas said. "At least we've got someone who gives a damn about us making it back out on the field." He smiled, giving the mouse a nudge with his elbow.

"Alright." Dave said. "Now that you've all met, we'll get things started tomorrow. For the next three months, Adam will be staying here in your guys' room."

"WHAT?!" Everyone but Adam and Douglas cried out abruptly.

"Don't you guys argue about it either." Dave said, waving his hand dismissively. "We can't afford him running back to his place every day and driving back out here. We'll have a strict Monday through Saturday schedule, if your grades improve, we'll open up Saturdays for you to relax. But Adam gives the say on whether or not you guys get it. Got it?"

"But my girlfriend and I are going out next Saturday!" Warren complained.

"It's sad when you call your right paw a girlfriend." Vincent teased.

"Fuck you." Warren snapped.

Dave groaned in frustration. "LISTEN TO YOURSELVES? You sound like pussies, not like Cougars! Do you guys want to sound like pussies?"

"No sir!" The Cougars all announced at once.

"Then what do you boys want to sound like!?"

"Cougars!"

"What was that?"

"COUGARS! HUAH!" They all roared at once, making the room shake.

"Very good." Dave said. "Now all of you get your asses out of my sight.

"S-so you all share the same room?" Adam asked as the group crossed the courtyard. The night was well underway, and the lights that lined the sidewalks made it look like a field of stars that they were crossing.

"Conjoined rooms, kid." Vincent said as he strode alongside the mouse. "So I guess adding another body's gonna help even things out."

"You better sleep on your back though." Nelson said teasingly. Rumor has it that Doug's got queer tendencies. And the jury's still out on Marcus."

"Hey!" Marcus sounded off. "It's none of your fucking business."

"Guys, shut up." Ryley said suddenly silencing the others. "It's a shitty situation. No offense Adam but we really don't like the idea of sharing our room with a mouse for obvious reasons." He said. "No one's going to blame you if you decided to back out and have Dave get us a new tutor."

"No way." Adam said assertively. "And pass up the chance to help my team out?"

Approaching the dorm building, everyone stepped inside and Ryley turned to face Adam, putting his hand on the door frame to half bar his entrance. "Let me set you straight. This ain't your team, nerd." He said. "It's not going to be cozy, or comfortable, and frankly, I'm allergic to mice. So you should just take off now."

"Well I'm not going to." Adam said sternly as he pushed his way past Ryley and entered the hall. Turning around he grinned. "And thanks for telling me you're allergic to mice. The head's up on not eating me's definitely put my mind to ease."

Adam jogged up the short flight of steps to the second floor and stepped into the hall, walking down a few doors in the quiet dorm hall, he pushed the door open to room 303 just in time to see Vincent pulling off his shirt and revealing that thick musculature underneath. He felt himself blush, but thankfully, Adam's fur kept it from showing. Vincent stared at him for a moment. "You gonna close the door or what?"

"S-sorry." Adam said stepping inside and closing the door.

He could easily see how the rooms were joined, there was a lot of space, huge perks and amenities for the star players it seemed as there was a big flat paneled tv in one of the corners that Marcus and Nelson were playing at already, and a bathroom stretched between the two rooms where Douglas was already strapped in his tight brief underwear as he brushed his teeth. Unabashedly, Tyronne had stepped into the bathroom and was taking a piss right in the open space there. Suddenly, Adam began to see the appeal of this kind of living. His suitcase had already been brought up and was dropped in the middle of a neatly pressed bed that had obviously not been slept in for a while. He seated himself and began to check through his things to make sure he had his cleaning materials packed properly and they hadn't leaked all over the place.

"Hey." Douglas said, making Adam blush heavily under his fur as the jackal approached in his skivvies. A rather impressive bulge pressed against his underwear as he pulled a t-shirt on over himself. "If you need to get in there, I suggest using it before Ryley does. He spends like three hours in there and takes up all the hot water. That's why the rest of us take showers in the morning."

"Oh go to hell, Douglas." Ryley said from the other room.

Adam smiled. "No thanks, I cleaned up before I came out."

"Good thinking." The canine said as he stepped one foot onto the mouse's bed then hurled himself up into the top bunk, whether or not the show he gave Adam was on purpose or not, it certainly left the mouse hot under the collar.

"It's fitting that our resident dog and cat get their own bunk." Warren snickered.

"Just remember to sleep on your back, mousie." Marcus snickered.

"Just shut up and turn that shit off." Douglas growled from overhead. "Got practice at six, and I don't want to be late."

The twins looked at each other and childishly mimicked the canine before complying to his order. Ryley closed the door, allowing Marcus to pass through first and Warren turned off the remaining light, sending the room into pitch blackness. After a few minutes the sound of a loud roar and a thud was heard from the bathroom. "Okay! Who the fuck did this?!" Ryley shouted.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Warren said with a pleased tone to his voice. "Spiders scare the bejesus out of Ryley."

"Was it alive or dead this time?" Vincent asked.

"AHHH! HAHHH!" The leader's deep voice went up a few levels as there was a loud thumping heard from in the bathroom. There was a very long pause in which there wasn't a dry eye in the house. "Oh, very fucking funny you guys." Ryley said as the sounds of the shower turned on.

"Nrh.." The sound woke Adam up in the middle of the night. He hadn't even realized he was so tired, he fell asleep almost as soon as the room went dark.

It was very early in the morning. There was no way to really check without brightening the whole room, so he estimated it was somewhere between two and three. The soft sound of a clock ticking away in the darkness, followed by the soft snores of the males around him were the only sounds he could hear. The bathroom door was opened on both sides again, and he could hear Ryley and the others sleeping in the next room from there. Still, the eight of them were confined to such a small living space, no outside breeze was flowing through, and Adam could tell his scents were working again. He rolled out of his bed and started across the floor. He'd fallen asleep without so much as changing out of his clothes, which were now sweaty from the room's heat. He stepped into the bathroom and washed the cold water over his face, wetting his lips to clear the sweat.

The boys were all restless, and from his sharp eyes, Adam could see they must have been having *good* dreams judging from the prominent erections pressed against their blankets. Adam enjoyed the sightseeing, but he couldn't give into his temptation; not yet. He needed to lower their defenses, several of them weren't really into the idea of being fucked by a guy or vice versa. It had to be their choice to give in. He slipped back into the bed, and he noticed Douglas' paw was dangling down over the side of the bed. He'd definitely be an easy target, he was already starting to show signs of interest. He put his hands on his chest and slipped his shirt off, he pulled his blanket over his head and soon fell asleep.

Morning came soon after, or so it felt for Adam who awoke sometime after sunrise to the room being empty except for Marcus who sat at the television, playing a video game on mute. He turned around to look at Adam who was just climbing out of his bed. "Oh, hey Adam." He said, returning to his play.

"Hey... Marcus, right?" Adam asked to which the tiger absently nodded. "Aren't you supposed to be at practice?"

Marcus shrugged. "Hurt my ankle a couple days back." He explained. "Doc was relieved it didn't shatter my whole femur." He ran a claw along his covered leg. "He's kind of got me sitting out practice for a few weeks until it gets better. Coach said they're just running drills today, so he gave me the OK to stay behind."

Adam frowned. "Oh, really? That sucks." He said. "Can I see? I took a few classes in massage therapy. Maybe I could help it feel better."

"I dunno..." Marcus said, his voice trailing off.

Adam frowned, after a night in closer proximity to him, he should have a little more influence than this. He figured that the younger tiger was playing shy. "Oh come on, I promise it'll help you feel better.

Marcus shrugged a bit and put his controller down. "I... I don't see why that'd hurt." He said as he got out of his seat. It was immediately apparent that his right ankle was the one giving him trouble. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just take off those pants of yours and lay across my bed, I'll take a look at it."

Marcus frowned a bit. "M-my pants?" He asked. "Why do you need them off?"

"Well, I'd need to look at your leg to work on it, wouldn't I?" Adam asked, sure that his scent was getting to the tiger. "Now, come on."

Marcus could hear a sense of determination in Adam's voice, something about the mouse just made him more enjoyable to be around more interesting to just do things for. He shrugged a bit and removed his pants, revealing a pair of tight, red boxer briefs. Hesitantly, he walked over and laid down across the foot of the mouse's bed, propping his injured ankle up on it. Adam peeled back the bandage and pressed his fingertips against it, producing an immediate wince from the tiger, whose tail twitched violently to the side, giving a good view of the goods hidden by the underwear.. "Ahh! Watch it!" He hissed in pain.

"Just relax." Adam said calmly. The close proximity was already having a somewhat intoxicating effect. Immediately the tiger's ears folded back some and he nodded.

Adam hadn't expected that Marcus would be the first to start feeling the effects, simply listening to a guy and lying out practically naked in front of him was a good stretch to listening to him. Adam's fingers kneeded into the flesh, and he watched the tiger wince and roll his head slightly against the bed's fabric. He inhaled and exhaled as he looked at the mouse working on him. "Y'know you're pretty good at that." He said.

Adam chuckled. "Well thanks." He said. "I'm glad my education is paying off. This might hurt a little." He said as he pressed down on a pressure point.

"RRGH!" The tiger growled, turning his head back the other way for a moment before his muscles loosened up some. "It popped..." He panted. "Much--much better." He said. His voice trailed off a bit as he felt Adam's fingers continuing to massage into his ankle and slowly one hand began to work its way up the muscular calf toward his knee. "H-hey..." He blushed a bit. "I... I don't think my leg's that bad..." He said softly, but not really trying to do anything to stop it.

"No, it's not." Adam admitted, his fingers sliding up under the bottom of the underwear as he ran them along the outline of that muscular tiger rump. "But you don't mind, do you?"

"I..." Marcus shivered a bit. "Not at all." He smiled slightly.

Adam's hand was completely submerged into the tiger's underwear now, the tips of his fingers slid down the insides of the male's cheeks. The fur rising up as he stroked against the grain made Marcus groan softly. The very touch was making the mouse hard as a rock as he leaned down, allowing the feline to sniff his neck and soak in that scent. A tongue quickly followed as the willing feline began to enjoy himself. "You okay?" Adam whispered, a sly grin working its way across his face as he nestled against the tiger's shoulder, slowly rubbing the backside that lead against his hand as he did so.

"I'm f-fine." Marcus said softly. "I just don't know how to say it..." He said.

"Say what?"

Marcus whimpered again. "Th-that I want you..."

Adam nudged his weight against the tiger. "You want me to what?" He asked again, knowing full well the answer.

"I... want you to fuck me." He said, burying his head under his arm a bit as his hips rose more abruptly against the groping hand. That was all that Adam needed to be convinced as he drew back the underwear, revealing the striped and white bottom of the tiger's ass. His finger running more teasingly against the cleft, brushing ever so slightly against the dark hole under the tail. "Nnngh..." The tiger let off a soft sigh that turned into a whine.

So willing... Adam couldn't resist the temptation as he spread the cheeks apart and began to run his tongue between them. He felt Marcus' muscles clench slightly from the surprise of the tongue, and cold mouse nose pressing against his rear, but he quickly grew used to it and he moaned. Adam pressed his tongue inward, feeling how tight the tiger was as he dragged the undergarments even further down so he could run his other hand along Marcus' balls. He moved in behind him, tugging the tail back as his saliva began to soak the fur between the cheeks. It was a bit unconventional, but he pulled back the fabric of his own underwear to reveal his cock and leaned against Marcus' ass. Marcus huffed loudly as he reached his hand back, stroking his paw against the mouse's pants, tugging them down to press against the fur needfully. Adam teased the tiger at first by hotdogging himself between his cheeks, letting his saliva and his precum moisten the entryway. He pressed his tip downward and leaned in, suddenly penetrating the tiger who yowled wildly and bucked his hips back to hilt Adam into him.

This was definitely not a first time for Marcus he lustily raised his hips and brought them back against Adam's hips, almost painfully. This wasn't fucking, this was rutting, the tiger suddenly wanted, needed to be filled by the mouse and he didn't care how hard he had to go to get it. Adam didn't argue with it though, he put his hand down and grabbed the tiger's shoulder and he put his hand underneath to give the erect feline a firm fast stroking. He could feel the heat radiating off of him and it was bringing him so close to the edge that he was having a hard time keeping up.

"Nnnfff-FUCK!" He cried out suddenly, firing his heavy load into the tiger. He didn't like making his marks cum dumpsters, but Marcus proved to be more than a match for him and he came hard, shuddering over the tiger's muscular back as he filled him. He pulled Marcus up to lunge into him again and again when the tiger turned and kissed him. In a muffled whimper, Marcus suddenly exploded all over in front of him, launching his own seed halfway across the room in an erratic display of white out in front of him as he roared.

Suddenly the sound of clicking downstairs caught both of their attention. "Was that?" Marcus asked. The slamming of the door downstairs was a sudden indicator that someone was coming back. Quickly the pair scrambled to get dressed and clean up as much of the mess as they could before Ryley came in the door. Marcus had ducked into the bathroom and was already starting a shower as the cougar stared awkwardly at the mouse who had picked up a book and started reading.

"Ryley, it's good to see you." Adam said. "You here for Marcus? He's in the shower, he'll be done soon."

"Thought I heard something..." He observed, looking around the room. "You guys alright?"

"We're fine." Adam said. The glare that the feline gave him though as he left to return to his own room was priceless.

Over the course of the month, despite his best efforts to isolate the boys in small rooms with him so they could inhale his aroma, Adam had limited luck in turning them over as easily as he had with Marcus. Their classes were long, arduous, but they livened up after a couple of weeks after Adam told Dave he was confident the boys were learning, and Saturday nights ended up quieter in the dorm. Marcus' willingness for a good fuck definitely kept the two of them close, and their routines got longer and riskier until once or twice they were nearly caught when one of the boys came back early. When Marcus returned to his practices, however, Adam was left without the constant outlet, and found himself producing more pheromones than ever.

"So then she said she doesn't like how much time I'm spending with you guys." Douglas laughed as Adam stepped into the locker room. The sound of the door opening and closing hardly echoed through the room, and he went on over the sound of the showers. As Adam approached he could see that he and Marcus were talking to each other in the communal area. Adam was tempted to just walk in there, but hesitated a moment to complete his mission to put a sheet of their current grade standings on the bulletin board. "So, she's all upset with me because according to her I prefer a sausage fest than a couple hours with her."

"I don't understand you, I thought you were gay. Everyone says it."

Douglas shrugged. "Never said I wasn't. I play for both teams. Doesn't scare you off at all, does it?"

"N-no. Not at all."

"Hey guys?" Adam asked, not stepping too close to the locker room. "Just thought I'd tell you that I got your latest scores up, believe it or not you two are ahead of the pack."

"Oh, thanks." Marcus said. "That makes me feel a lot better!"

"Hey Rowe, c'mere for a sec."

Adam walked into the shower area, steam came in waves across the room and his shoes slapped slightly in the wet runoff. He tried not to stare at the naked large jackal as he and Marcus showered within a single faucet of each other. They were both still soapy, and the mouse swallowed somewhat nervously, or so he made it seem. He pretended that his glasses were keeping him from seeing anything, but he was enjoying the full view of Douglas' semi-erect ebon member. "Y-yeah what is it?" Adam asked. "It's wet in here and you can see I'm not dressed for the occasion."

"Oh, just wanted to know how long you and Marcus've been fucking around." He asked blatantly.

"Douglas, what the hell are you talking about?" Marcus asked.

"Oh, don't play me on that one." Douglas said sternly as he turned off the water and started toward the mouse whose eyebrows raised in confusion. "Marcus acts perfectly normal when he's around us, but when he's around you it's hard not to notice. The smell of sex in the rooms? I'm sorry but you don't need a sniffer as strong as mine to figure it out, and there's that smell..." He said as he abruptly slammed the mouse up against the wall. A long breath of air as the canine inhaled his scent deep. "I smelled it when I first met you..." He sniffed again. "Like... sex and... something I don't recognize." He made Adam gasp as he pushed him against the wall, grinning wildly as his fingers slowly crawled down the mouse's shirt. "Can I fuck you, Adam?" He asked. "I have this overwhelming need to fuck you..."

Adam maintained a cool gaze, a determined look in his eyes as they locked with Douglas' own set. He found it hard to concentrate though with Marcus already pawing at his crotch. He grinned a bit. "If you go easy on me, you can." He teased.

Douglas wasn't teasing another firm shove into the wall he leaned forward and wrapped his muzzle around that of the mouse and kissed him. Adam grunted in silent approval as his arms gripped the male's waist whose body then pressed firmly against him. He tugged upward in Adam's shirt, stripping it off of him. Douglas was certainly a pushy one as he turned his head, letting their lips pop apart as Marcus helped in removing the mouse's shoes, and tugging his pants down in an urgent fashion as the jackal's cock crossed sword-fashion with the smaller mouse's own member. Another long sniff along Adam's neck and the dog suddenly turned Adam to face the wall behind him. Adam grinned, however and leaned his rear away from the wall and against the growing shaft. Eagerly, Marcus made his way underneath them and ran his tongue along the mouse's exposed member as the canine began to submerge his into Adam's ass.

"Ahh..." Adam sighed loudly, trying to overcome the sudden pressure and size being pushed against his hole and slowly making its way in. He spread his legs out further and found himself uncontrollably being thrust into the tiger's waiting mouth. Marcus gagged a bit and his head bumped against the wall, but he corrected himself and began to reciprocate the thrusts with his own sucking.

"You smell so good... I... I must have you." Douglas purred into the rodent's ear.

"I"m right here. Douglas, give it to me." He demanded as he leaned his hips out and felt a sudden shock of pain then pleasure shoot through his rear as the thick shaft nearly threw him against the wall again. "AHH!" He cried out lustily. "Nnn... fuck... yes..." He panted as his fingers clutched the wall on one hand, while still guiding the lusty tiger's mouth onto his cock, thrusting in hard with each lingering shove from the jackal.

"Well fuck." A voice caused all three of them to freeze as they noticed Vincent standing at the entrance to the showers, sporting a rather impressive hardon under his towel. "It's nice to know I'm left out on these things" The panther purred as he stepped in and ran his fingers along the mouse's chin, leaning in to take a smell from his pheromones as well. "Glad to see that I'm not the only one who smelled something odd about this one."

"Care to join in?" Douglas asked. "I thought you were straight."

"Oddly I am... but I'm... just in need to try something out." He said as he walked over to a soap dispenser. His large, black frame falling exposed to the enjoyment of the mouse that watched. Taking a palmful of the liquid soap he began to rub it along the inside of his ass, pressing his finger into the hole as he cringed in awkwardness. "I've been wanting to get fucked by you since we first met, it's only gotten worse over time." He turned as he walked to the wall and dropped to his knees, then down onto his hands, exposing his rear to the others. "Don't make me regret my first time." He said, his tail swaying from one side to another.

"Do you think I'll disappoint you?" Adam asked, slowly pulling his cock from Marcus' eager maw.

Vincent whimpered slightly at Adam's stoic glare. "N-no..."

"I want to hear you say it, Vincent." He said. "I want you to say what you want."

"P-please... I... I want you to fuck me." He frowned, his ears falling back.

Cooperatively, Adam approached, causing Douglas' hard shaft to fall out of him. Leaning on Vincent with an arm and guiding his cock with his other hand, he teasingly glided his tip against the waiting, slickened hole. "You sure?" He said.

"Y-Yes... yes sir. I'm sure!" He spouted suddenly, closing his eyes and waiting for the mouse to make his mark. It came much quicker than expected, Adam half slipped into the hole, making the panther yowl loudly as his virgin ass was penetrated for the first time. He clenched his body tight around as he felt the immediate sting of the mouse's cock pressing into him about half-length in depth at first. But an eager Douglas quickly pushed him in further as he remounted that tempting mouse rump and all three of them cried out lustily.

Unsure where he stood in this, Marcus began to stroke himself, his fingers becoming slick and sticky as he did so. Eventually, Adam did notice the tiger and grinned a bit. "Well don't let that go to waste, Marcus, bring it over here." He said.

Marcus got to his feet and moved over to join the party. He shivered as Adam's tongue licked along the length and he let out a gasp when his cock began to slowly disappear into the mouse's muzzle. "Oh g-gods..." He panted as he leaned back and slowly began to buck his hips against the mouse's warmth, long, thick beads of precum dribbling into his mouth which he happily took.

Vincent was half flat against the floor, moaning as his arousal became more prominent. "Ne-never thought I'd be getting fucked by-by a guy..." He whined as he stroked himself. "Never thought it'd feel so g-good..." He panted.

A needy hand wrapped around Adam's waist as the jackal thrust into him even harder, making both Adam and Vincent cry out in passionate shock. He thrust harder which made Adam fuck Vincent even deeper.

"RRRFUCK!" Douglas cried out suddenly, suddenly bucking himself to the hilt and unloading a heavy flood of canine cum that suddenly filled and spurted out in leaks as the slaps between them got louder and louder. The gyration sent Adam over the edge and he messily slipped out of Vincent's ass in his anxiousness to cum. Spurts shot across Vincent's back before the cock re-discovered his hole and he felt several pulses inside of him, which made him cum as well. Marcus, teetering on the edge felt the mouse wrap his lips even tighter around and he came as well, shooting two shots into the mouse's muzzle before Adam pulled it out and let the mess spray him across the face.

"Oh, that's a good boy." He grinned widely at a blushing tiger.

"Ffff-fuck..." Vincent whimpered, still pressed into the floor and drooling his cum across the ground. "What--the fuck are we going to tell Ryley and Tyronne?" He asked.

"And Warren?" Marcus wondered.

"Oh, leave them to me, by the time we're done with my tutoring, we'll have a celebratory party on your guys' football field.

"Mmm... you promise?" Douglas asked, nuzzling the mouse and inhaling his scent more.

"Guaranteed." Adam said, rubbing some of the mess onto the jackal's muzzle with a bit of a chuckle.

Another day in the class was upon the group and even Adam was getting bored with the material he'd had to explain to them over and over again. As he explained the complexities of Calculus, he kept finding his attention waning. He noticed that everyone in the room was deep into their books, but Nelson was instead, flipping through a smaller one.

"Nelson, you're not going to pass to the semester if you don't start paying attention." Adam called out, making the lynx's ears flatten softly. "What are you reading?"

"Well I've read through the chapter we're in." He pulled a piece of paper out. "I even did the short quiz, I was just waiting on others to catch up."

"Really?" Adam asked, sitting down next to Nelson and looking over the page. "I'm not sure why you're here if you're so ahead of everyone. Could it be that maybe you're just too involved in doing the work and not in learning the material?"

Nelson's ears twitched. "I guess there's that."

A knock at the door distracted Adam as Dave came into the room with a small black box in his hand. "Oh, good. I'm glad you found it."

"Well, it wasn't easy to find, I had to blow a lot of dust off of it." He smirked, handing the mouse the small VHS box.

"Thanks, coach." He said. "Okay guys, go ahead and take a break for a few minutes. I had Dave track down this old video. It helped me understand Calculus when it was still a string of meaningless numbers for me, it's about a thirty minute flick, so you kind of have some time off. But there will be a quiz at the end, so try to pay some attention." There was a mixture of groans and whines, but sharp hoots as the lights turned off. After sliding the tape into the VCR he slumped down into the desk next to the lynx.

As the video began, Adam felt a brush of fur against his arm as Nelson adjusted himself in his seat, resting his foot against the book carriage under the old school desk chair Adam sat on. He glanced to the lynx who smiled awkwardly at him as they both returned to watching the arduous video. Adam glanced at the cat and realized he was breathing deeply, a sure sign that he was taking in the pheromone musk being spread through this tight room. With the others distracted, Adam slid a foot from his left shoe and abruptly pressed it against Nelson's crotch underneath the desk.

Nelson's eyes widened in surprise as the mouse found the bulge in his jeans. He was surprisingly lithe for a football player, but Adam had seen the kind of endurance the lynx put out in his practices. He saw the cat's eyes flutter in enjoyment as his eyes darted around the room as if to be sure nobody was watching; that kinky cat got off on this, Adam realized suddenly as he spread his toes along the hidden length, rubbing the sole of his paw teasingly against it, dipping down into the waistband and tugging at them indulging the further blush response he got. Casually, Nelson leaned back in his seat, caressing the groping foot a moment before unfastening his button and letting the mouse's foot quietly drag his zipper open. He was bare below the jeans, a needful, warm cock popped out under the desk like a Cracker Jack prize and Adam began to worm his toes along it, feeling a slickening mess starting to form, making Adam's toes grip a little looser as his foot slipped along it, from tip to base.

As the mouse worked up a pace, he could easily tell that Nelson was trying, but failing at paying attention to the movie. He put his head down on the desk, nestling his head between his arms to avoid squeaking noises from rocking back and forth. But his attention was always on the potential audience, the risk of getting caught was his biggest high. Even Dave, who had stayed to watch the movie didn't notice from his perch by the window. It was all too perfect and Adam didn't want it to end.

"Ggck...!" The sound escaped just barely in Adam's earshot before a fountain of cum suddenly soaked the top of his foot, his ears even picked up the steady patter of the sticky liquid soaking the underside of the desk as the lynx gripped the front edge of the desk, hiding his orgasm almost too well as a sneeze.

"Manx. Shh!" Dave put his finger to his lips without looking at the pair of them.

"Coach can I go to the bathroom?" Nelson asked.

Putting his foot down, Adam avoided a glance from Dave who nodded, not seeing the mess in the dark. "I'll be back as well." He said as he followed the cat out into the hall.

The bathroom was only two doors down, but the pair's kiss really distracted them from getting to it quickly enough. Adam slammed open the stall door and shoved Nelson in before him. He stepped inside and worked his arousal into the tight hole before the lynx could react.

"YOOOOOOOWWWWWLLLL!" The sound reverberated before Adam could silence his lusty cries. He thrust in hard and Nelson let an enthusiastic moan escape his nostrils, again and again the pair of them fucked hard with all their clothes on, but Adam's free hand worked and grabbed at the cat's hips, hearing the slap of Nelson's renewed arousal as they thumped against the stall.

The bathroom door opened and someone came into the room. Both occupants of the stall froze a bit, but Adam couldn't resist burying himself again and again, feeling the lynx tremble under his weight as he pressed in hard and deep. The visitor finished at the urinal and walked over to wash his hands, neither of them could see who it was by the sink, but they did hear the sound of someone sniffing the air. "Mmm-mmmm!" The sound was barely a whisper, but Adam felt Nelson's hole clench tight around his shaft; already pent up, Adam hissed softly as he too came deep into the lynx's hole, his only sound drowned out by the sound of the running water. The stranger turned off the water and got some paper towels before blowing his nose and storming out of the bathroom, had they been caught? Another heavy coat of white dripping off the stall wall told Adam he'd done a good job with the lynx, and a kiss from the feline renewed his own enthusiasm to continue to seduce the rest of them.

Quickly washed, rinsed and returned to the classroom, Nelson seated himself in another desk while Adam pushed the used one out of sight and returned to his own seat for the film, none the wiser... but who could have been in that bathroom, he wondered.

Another month passed for the class, and Adam began having to fight off the urges to play with the others until he had Tyronne, Warren and Ryley under his thrall. During the weeks, he worked closely with them, trying to expose them to as much of his scent as possible. Supposedly the straightest of the bunch it was difficult, but the more Adam demanded their undivided obedience, the more the others began to respond to him without question. Tyronne was the first to cave in though.

It was late, and Tyronne had been drinking when he caught the mouse in the bathroom. The unexpected grab from behind made Adam squeak, but not loudly as he felt the stubby cheetah muzzle on his neck. There was the smell of alcohol on his breath and he was more or less getting high on the musk floating off of Adam's body. He would be pretty easy; the straight ones were always the ones that were the most easy to turn over. Adam reached his arms back and discovered to his enjoyment that the cheetah was already naked, his slender, fuzzy body pressing against him. He turned around to face him and silently pressed his hand onto the feline's chest, pushing him back against the wall as his other hand grabbed the raging hardon that pressed between them.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Tyronne?" He asked with a toothy grin, to which the feline eagerly nodded, inhaling deeply as the scent continued to tickle his senses.

Quickly turning Tyronne around, Adam knew he had to get him quickly to avoid being caught he spread the cheeks before him and his tongue was already buried between the cheeks before he had a chance to react. Tyronne gasped loudly and let out a low growl, his tail whipping around the mouse's neck who grinned in his enjoyment. Adam's arousal was hard against his pants, causing a prominent bulge that could be seen in the dark. As he was about to pull himself free he heard the door to the other room open which made him partly freeze.

"What---the...." Warren's voice trailed off as he saw the display.

Adam slid his tongue away from the cheetah's rump and grinned at the tiger. "And here I thought it was your brother." He said confidently as his tail swept across the ground. "You can come a little closer, are you enjoying the show?" Warren's mouth was agape, but he didn't seem to be able to speak for a moment, he only nodded in the admiration of his friend getting rimmed by the mouse. He cautiously approached. "Crouch down and take it in." Adam said, guiding the tiger by the waistband of his shorts who collapsed to his knees. His nose was curiously close to Tyronne's member and Adam grinned with his idea. "Go on." He said. "I'll reward you with a good fuck." He egged the tiger on who looked softly at the mouse, then wordlessly began to lick at the flesh of the other feline.

"Nngh..." Tyronne grunted and leaned into the licks. His body twitched from the roughness of the tiger's tongue along his sensitive flesh, but he enjoyed it as he started to purr slightly.

Adam slid out of his pants, not taking his lips or his tongue off that slim rear that belonged to the cheetah. Warren took advantage of it and began to grope the mouse as his tail swayed from left to right in a slow metronome-like fashion. Adam dragged the tiger's shorts down and grinned as it reflected the same shape as his brother's. Edging the tiger closer he slowly pushed himself against the tiger's butt and forced himself into him. Warren growled and momentarily had to gag himself on the cock in his mouth to keep from screaming, the sudden intrusion was an almost unpleasant surprise to his virgin hole. He gasped and grunted, releasing the member briefly as he tried to acclimate to the shaft inside of him. "G-ngh... give me... more..." He begged, looking at Adam. "F-fuck me..." He asked before slowly returning to work on the cheetah's shaft.

Adam was happy to oblige as he thrust himself in, pressing the tiger's shoulder up against the wall at the same time, his fingers and tongue began to work deeper into the cheetah's hole. He slid his long fingers as far into Tyronne as he could, getting a lustful growl and a bump from his hips with every thrust. Each time he did this, Adam felt himself pushing to the hilt again and again into Warren's ass, all three of them breathing heavily and nonchalantly loudly echoing through the bathroom. Adam knew they had to rely on Ryley's ability to sleep through a nuclear explosion to keep them from being caught. The deeper Adam's probing fingers and tongue went the more enthusiastically Tyronne grasped the tiger's head until there was a roaring cry from the cheetah.

Warren gagged and tried to pull away as his mouth was injected with the cheetah's seed, but Tyronne grabbed him even harder, hilting until his balls slapped the tiger's chin. Watching this, Adam came rather suddenly and bucked himself hard into the tiger's hole forcing him to suddenly jettison his own load loudly onto the floor as the pair of them turned the tiger into a makeshift accordion that guzzled with cum.

After cleaning up the mess, the trio went into their rooms and there was a snicker heard in the top bunk as the mouse returned to his bed. The musk was still strong on him, and he realized the reason the canine was laughing. "What?" He asked as he tugged his sheets over him.

"Have fun in there?" Douglas teased, his head dipping down into view.

"Could've been more fun." Adam teased right back. "Oh you guys have a good weekend, I'm headed home to visit my mom tomorrow, so you guys'll have a good time."

The jackal's ears drooped. "Not as much as I'd like to have." He said.

"You'll be pretty normal while I'm gone." Adam winked. "You'll soon forget about my unforgettable smell."

"Oh, I don't think so... I'd do it again even without it." He said as he returned to his bed. The sentiment may have been overestimated, but it still made Adam smile as he fell asleep.

There was a police car outside of Adam's house as he pulled up to it. It wasn't a welcome sight after a three hour trip home. The uniformed bull was so thick he was stressing the uniform he wore as he spoke with Charlotte. Max was sitting there too on the porch and was the first to notice his brother pull up.

"Ooohhh you're in trouuuble!" He mimicked childishly as Adam got out of his car.

"Shut up, Max." Adam glared and then cast his eyes on the officer. "Can I help you?"

The male raised his glasses and peered at the mouse. He snorted a bit and turned to Charlotte. "Is this Adam Rowe?" He asked.

"You have a problem asking me that?" Adam asked, feeling flushed in the cheeks.

"Adam." Charlotte warned.

The bull cleared his throat and returned his glasses. "Alright, Adam. You've been hired as a tutor at the college over in Freemont correct? The Cougars?"

Adam shrugged. "Yeah, I've been there a couple months, why?"

"We've received complaints from the so-called girlfriends of several of the members who claim that you are subjugating them on a regular basis, forcing them to have sex with you against their wills, and otherwise being a disturbance to them."

"That is certainly untrue." Adam clarified, pushing his glasses up. "What we did was completely consensual and you can easily ask them that."

"I find it odd that a teen, barely out of High School... who looks--like you, could so easily sway a team of footballers into having sex with them." He said, clearing his throat. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take you in for questioning."

"Fine." Adam said with a sullen attitude. "But no handcuffs, they chafe like no one's business."

To the disappointed look of his mother and the overjoyed look of his little brother, Adam was led to the patrol car. As the bull swung open the door, Adam felt an extra clutch on his shoulder as the man pushed him down into the vinyl covered seating. He closed the door and as he started around the other side, Adam quickly rolled up his window. He could tell this one would be a stubborn catch. As the bull abruptly sat into his seat and slammed the door.

"Could you close the window? The wind's been giving my allergies a run for their money today." Silently the officer rolled up his window. "So, what's your name?"

"Officer Connelly." He answered gruffly as Adam leaned against the back of the seat.

"Do you have a first name, officer?"

"No." He growled. "And lean back, you shouldn't even be in this car without your seat belt buckled." Adam slid back and silently snapped his buckle on. After a few minutes of silence, the officer spoke. "Why the fuck would seven massive football players bother messing around with you, anyway?" He asked curiously looking at Adam through his mirror. "You're not exactly a catch."

"There's more to people than physical beauty." Adam said calmly. "Maybe they just saw something in me that you haven't seen yet." He looked to see the bull avert his eyes back to the road. "And so far it's only six of them." He corrected him. "I don't even think Ryley's got a girl."

"Well so far, the ones pointing you out are currently dating... Douglas Creed and Tyronne Fuller." He said. There was a long pause before Adam realized the bull was staring at him again. "It's the eyes, right?" He asked.

"What?" Adam asked, thrown off by the sudden look.

"Your eyes." He explained. "There's something about them that really sets them apart from your coat."

"Oh, well thanks." Adam said, leaning to the edge of his belt's constraints and resting his head on the seat. "I do wish you'd tell me your name though."

"I told you before, it's Officer Connelly." he answered, not skipping a beat. "Bill..." He added curtly.

"Bill the bull?" Adam tried not to scoff too loudly. "You must've been a hit in school."

It was starting to work, slowly. Adam could already tell that the bull was breathing in a bit longer now as the pheromones swam through the enclosed car. Occasionally he would glance at Adam out of the corner of his eyes, growing more nervous bit by bit each time. Slipping out of his seat belt, Adam scooted in behind the bull and carefully twined his arms around the man's chest. He could feel his heart pounding like a drum under that tight shirt. "Y-you should... really lean back..." He said softly, but not really fighting the touching. "It's against the law to ride in a patrol car without your seatbelt."

"Is it against the law to find your 'perp' irresistible?" Adam whispered, licking the bull's neck.

He felt the bull shiver. "N-no..." He admitted.

"How about the urge to be fucked by a mouse who you think is "not exactly a catch"?"

He could see a thick bulge had appeared before the steering wheel, it was too far to grab, but too much of a temptation to pass up. "I n-need to take you in." He said, his resistance was stubborn, but it was losing fast.

"Oh, there's plenty of time for that. Why don't you pull over somewhere a little secluded, and we can get it out of the way, hm?"

The sudden, jarring turn nearly threw Adam into the car's door as Bill took an immediate hook to the right. Then another one to the left which went over some train tracks. Adam was literally bouncing from one side of the back seat to the other as they drove out into a more desolate section of the town. After about twenty minutes of driving, the car came skidding to a halt. Adam could hear the distant wails of trains driving up and down the tracks as he realized they were in the back lot of the abandoned train yard. Bill gruffly exited the car and pulled open the back door. "Out." He said commandingly. Adam grinned as he got out and suddenly was picked up by the bull's single right arm. "There... there's something about you, kid." He said. "Something I didn't see earlier, but I can't tell what it is..." His ears flicked cutely as he deeply inhaled the mouse's musk and let out a long, groaning sigh. "Is it your smell? The way you handle yourself?" He asked... "Why do I find you so... so fucking hot?" He asked.

"Maybe it's all of the above. Do you want me to fuck you, Officer Bill?" He said, his fingers groping the officer's tented pants.

He could barely keep a straight face as his clenched teeth. "So badly." He said.

"Then lean up against your car and we'll see what we can do."

Bill didn't even seem to resist at that command. He put Adam back down onto the ground and thumped down hard on his elbows, leaning over the hood of his car. He didn't need a pelt of fur to hide the blush on his face. Adam grinned as he reached around the bull's waist and unfastened the buckle of the officer's pants and let them fall rather easily down due to the weight of the equipment on his belt. The mouse was pleased that Bill didn't wear any underwear at all. He grinned and ran a hand along the exposed rump, his finger slid down the crack and back up as he spread them apart with both of his hands. He knew that they wouldn't have much time as he began to squeeze his cock within the crack. He realized he was standing on his toes at this point. Almost demandingly he pressed down on the man's hips allowing him to reach the warm hole as Bill crouched further down almost sliding off his hood as he accommodated for Adam's lack of height.

"Nnngh fuck!" He cried out as he felt the shaft penetrate him. Adam placed a palm on the small of Bill's back as he slid further and further into the warm hole. He heard Bill grunt and snort like a feral bull as he bumped his backside out against the mouse as they slapped together loudly. "This... is more like it!" He roared in enjoyment as he felt Adam's hand around his cock, the warmth of his shaft deep within him as he began to lustily press against the flesh.

Adam grinned as he grabbed the bull's muscular rump and lewdly slapped himself harder into the man's hips. The reflection of the bull's cock was almost too good to look at. He felt the warm seed trickle down his fingers and his grip slicken along the warm, wet shaft as he stroked him, feeling the fluid squish between his fingers as the bull's cum spouted copiously and drained along the length as they bumped together, and held their position. He could feel Bill's heavy balls as they swung back and added a heft to his own hanging orbs. It wasn't long before Adam could feel that burning sensation wash over him and he gave in with a sudden violent shake. He pulled himself out and spat his cum into the warm opening that it left behind, streams of white trickled down the bull's thighs as he turned Bill around and his lips came in contact with the warm, throbbing shaft. Adam was a stickler for the classics, as he felt the head of the bull's cock as it slipped into his muzzle, a heavy stream of cum coating his tongue and mouth as the mouse lapped up every drop. Bill had sat against his squad car, soaking that part of his hood with the leftovers of Adam's cum but he didn't seem to mind. He moaned and put his hand on Adam's head, rubbing the mouse between the ears as he thrust and pushed down on it at the same time, getting a perfect depth right down the mouse's throat.

"Oh--g-god..." He panted suddenly and threw his head back.

The moan was deafening, Adam barely had time to react as he felt the cock flare and suddenly start jutting the bitter sweet cum into his throat. The mouse grunted and took the first several rounds before he tried to pull away, but Bill's hands kept him in place. A more dominant trait than Adam had expected. He felt his gullet fill and his cheeks puff with the extreme amount of cum that was making him ready to pop like a tick. Giving off a very bovine huff and putter, Bill finally released the mouse's head who projected off the cock and shot a pool of cum down onto the officer's pants. Neither of them seemed to care as they rested for several minutes after, each of them recovering from a pent up explosion of passion.

There was the squawk of the radio from the patrol car that suddenly got Bill's attention. "Car nineteen, car nineteen. Have you collected the Rowe boy yet?" The voice said then cut into a whisper as Bill scrambled pantslessly toward the radio. "These girls are driving me crazy now that their boyfriends are here trying to calm them down."

"Yeah, yeah, Mabel. Car nineteen reporting in." He said breathless. "Just a minor detour, we'll be at the station in twenty."

Scrambling to get back into the car, Bill pulled on a spare set of pants that he pulled from his trunk, Adam could only assume that it was a good idea to have spare clothes around, but he was almost disappointed that he didn't have to explain the mess and smell to his boss as they rocketed back to the station.

Once there, the flush-faced Officer Connelly aided in checking the mouse in as he explained that Adam didn't seem to be a danger to anyone while the girls tried to argue over him. It didn't last long as he turned a gruff eye to them and silenced them. Soon he disappeared, leaving Adam with the bookie and two girls along with Douglas and Tyronne who constantly bickered.

"Shut it!" The female Lieutenant shrieked angrily at everyone. She adjusted her glasses as she stepped out of the back office. "Now, I want to know why the hell you five are standing in my station and why I had to send one of my best officers out to arrest this boy and bring him in?"

"Because he's been raping our boyfriends!" Audrey, the ocelot female said as she pointed at Douglas. Douglas groaned and put a hand on his face.

Alexandra, a hyena nodded as she grabbed Tyronne and pulled him away from the mouse. "That's right, officer. We're making a citizen's arrest here to prevent him from corrupting our babies anymore."

"Alex." Tyronne groaned, rubbing the back of his neck.

"He didn't fucking rape us." Douglas continued. "What happened between us happened, but we were all willing participants."

The confident expression faded from Audrey's face. "Wait--what?"

"You're saying you guys actually had sex with him?" Alexandra asked.

"And you liked it?!" Both of them shrieked at once.

"Well... yeah!" Douglas admitted. "You know I'm bi, Audrey." He said. "I guess he just helped me admit it."

"And what about you, you dick?" Alexandra asked, grabbing Tyronne firmly by the arm and yanking him down to her level. "You never mentioned fucking guys before."

"OW!" Tyronne grunted. "Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but you're way out of line if you think you can tell me who I'm supposed to like. Trust me, you've been cold to me the last few months too, and well... Adam was willing to help me see past guys and girls."

Disgusted, Alexandra slapped the cheetah and then clenched her fists. "So, you'd rather fuck around with guys than be with me for a single fucking weekend?!" She shrieked.

"And what about you?" Audrey asked.

"You unfairly judged Adam." Douglas shrugged. "He's a good guy with good intentions." He looked at the lieutenant. "He was never out of line with us, and what we did in the privacy of our own dorm was completely and willfully..." He turned to the girls "CONSENTED!" He shouted loud enough to make the girls' hair flutter back as they stared at him in shock.

"Well then. I guess that's that." Audrey said with a glare.

Alexandra crossed her arms and looked at Tyronne. "I guess that goes double for me."

Finally frustrated, the lieutenant growled. "If you're not here to report a crime then, and I don't see anything like that here, then get out of my fucking station before I throw ALL of you in the holding cells for obstructing!" She snapped her arm and pointed toward the door.

Out on the street, Adam watched as the girls each angrily parted ways with Douglas and Tyronne before storming down the street. The pair of them walked up to the mouse, frowns on their faces.

"We're really sorry about that." Tyronne said.

"Thoroughly embarrassing." Douglas added.

"You guys didn't have to do that, I mean... what if what you do with me is just in your heads?"

Douglas shrugged. "Hey, doesn't matter to me none." He admitted. "The way I see it, you've made me happier than I've been in a long time with Alex."

"Yeah same here." Tyronne nodded, then looked at the glance that Douglas gave him. "I mean, with Audrey."

Adam smiled. "You guys mean that?" He asked.

"Definitely." Tyronne agreed.

"Alright then." He said as he leaned up and pulled the two men down into his arms, lifting up to his toes slightly. "So then, we'll have to make it official. Saturday, two days before the semester is due to start, we'll have a bit of a celebration out on your guys' football field." He grinned. "Assuming you guys can get the coach out for the day."

"Even better. He'd probably be down with a little celebration with the boys." Douglas winked. "What're we going to do?" He asked.

"Oh... just leave it to me, I'll think of something."

"What about Ryley?" Tyronne asked. "I don't know if he'd be down for it."

"You just leave him to me." Adam said with a wink."

"Hey, Ryley, you here?" Adam asked, shrugging off the chilly evening weather as he stepped out onto the football field. Looking down toward the fifty yard line, be could see the massive cougar down on one knee, adjusting the football into the place kicker stand. The mouse seated himself in the stands and watched as Ryley stalked away a few yards, he lined himself up and charged at the ball. His kick lined perfectly and the ball launched itself into the air at his command. It spun as it came in and straight between the goal post exactly at the mid point. Adam clapped, surprising the cougar who hadn't even noticed he'd arrived. "Very nice, very nice!" Adam complimented as he stood up and jogged down the row, jumping over the short fence onto the field.

"You shouldn't be on the field." Ryley growled, causing the mouse to slow his run. "But I guess it's okay if I'm here. What's up?"

"Oh, well I wanted to give you this." He said as he approached and handed the cat a slip of paper. He unfolded it and his eyes opened wide. "Looks like you all did it, it's still a B score, but you've learned a --LOT?!" He grunted as the cougar let out a loud hoot and scooped the small mouse up in his arms.

"This is amazing news!" He said cheerfully, laughing hard as he hugged the mouse against him. "I've never gotten higher than a B in my High School or College career! This is great!" His hug lasted a bit long and was actually compressing the mouse's chest against that rock hard set of pectorals of his.

"H-hey... I thought you were allergic to mice."

"OH even if I was I wouldn't care." He said, nestling his face against Adam's neck. "Y'know, I really had my doubts with you, man but I really..." His voice trailed off then returned with a brief sniff that tickled the mouse's neck. "Really appreciate it."

Adam let a chuckle escape from his nose as he stroked the big cat's fur and neck gently. "I'm sure you do."

The kiss was sudden and completely unexpected, Adam's voice of shock was muffled out as the cougar moved his hands up to hold the mouse's head still. He gasped and found his tongue wrestling with the jock's own rough-surfaced one as it scraped along the inner lining of the roof of his mouth. Adam quickly fell into the motion of the kiss and let off a satisfied moan as his hands slid down Ryley's tanktop bared shoulders, dragging the straps down some as his fingertips pressed into the firm muscle as the feline shredded the mouse's shirt straight down the middle.

This was hot; way hot. Adam's glasses were fogging up with the aggressiveness of his new quarry, and Ryley hadn't even bothered to put him down just yet. He couldn't free his mouth to tease him, to ask him if he wanted to be fucked, somehow Ryley knew exactly what he wanted as he found a moment to free a hand and unfasten his pants' drawstring and tug them down. He laid Adam down on the ground and slipped his balls over the mouse's thin muzzle. Adam was moaning heavenly as he ran his tongue along the thick shaft as he began to poke his fingers on the exposed hole as he felt the warmth of Ryley's muzzle tighten around his shaft. Ryley grunted a bit and shifted his hips forward, letting Adam's tongue roam upward toward that tempting dark pucker as he tugged back the cat's tail and began to make deep licks at it, salivating it until it glistened under the fading dusk light. He twitched as he felt each of his balls get picked up into the cat's maw, then dropped down heavily. Then a tongue bath with both the under and oversides of Ryley's tongue which made Adam's toes curl in pure madness as the cougar basically seated his firm rump hard against the muzzle licking it and letting the muscles loosen up some. There was a long slurp as Ryley lifted his head and looked at the mouse.

"I've never done this before..." He frowned.

Adam panted. "Tru-trust me, you're doing really well."

Ryley smiled, his ears folded back indicating a hidden blush as he turned around and rested his cock squarely on the mouse's chest, but he froze a bit, as if unsure to move on. Adam could feel his moistened crack resting against him and he realized what the cat was waiting for. "Go on..." He smiled. "Try me on for size."

Ryley nodded slowly as he reached back and took hold of the slick shaft. "Feels... funny." He spoke simply as he leaned back a bit. "Ahh! AHH!" He grunted in pain, but insisted on pushing past it as the mouse's tip pressed against the hole before finally popping in. Adam's hips raised some as he rolled his head against the grass. Ryley's pained look slowly faded as he began to rock slowly against the mouse's hips. He looked almost cute in a way, lifting and falling responsively to Adam's clasp, one of the shoulders of his tanktop had sunk just past his shoulder. Despite his position, Adam knew that his control was absolute, Ryley quickly forgot about the pains of his first penetration and began to rock back and forth at Adam's movements, his member slapping against his chest, splattering a bit of precum each time it did so. He rested back on his ankles and slowly rose and fell against Adam's length, purring like a house cat as he did so. "That's it..." Adam heard himself whisper as he hilted himself again and again, feeling his balls twitch and contort with the compression of nearly falling into the cat.

The tightness was too much for the mouse, who caved first he fired his seed deep into the big cat who gasped and began to pick up the pace as Adam began to thrust in faster and harder, feeling the flood of warm sticky fluids drool down and slowly drip out over his stomach as it escaped Ryley's hole. Ryley's tongue was hanging out now, almost dog like. "Go on, you know you want to." Adam said between breaths. "Cum for me, Ryley!"

As soon as the words escaped Adam's lips, Ryley let out a bellowing "RRRAAAAAAHHHH!" Followed by a feral scream that quickly retracted itself as a fountain gushed across Adam's chest, soaking him before the slapping meat tried to mat down the puddles into the mouse's fur. The streams seemed to keep coming, and once they subsided, Adam felt the wince from the cat that he was finally exhausted of his seed. Growling a bit he looked down at the mouse. Adam reached up and tugged him forcibly downward to kiss him again.

"Now, you're mine too..." He whispered.

"W-wouldn't... have it any other way..." The cougar purred and grinned at what he thought was nothing more than a prey species not three months before.

Saturday was upon the group fast, news that the Dean would allow them to continue the semester was worth a celebration of epic proportions, he would keep an eye on the boys of the Cougars, and allowed the induction of Adam to live in their quarters at the start of his own semester. The day was bright and sunny as the crew pulled up in a small caravan of cars and began hoisting lawn chairs, coolers, and other "hidden" essentials for a day; their last day on the field before the semester began on Monday. They were dressed appropriately for the pool, which was only about half a block from the field; Adam wore a pair of blue trunks, Douglas in a pair of red board shorts while Vincent wore a white button up shirt open over a pair of speedo shorts while Tyronne went a little smaller with a pair of speedo briefs under a black tank top shirt. Warren and Marcus dressed alike; again. Having both sported a pair of short purple swimtrunks and Ryley wore nothing but a tan colored speedo that left so little to the imagination.

A little gust of wind turned Adam's attention up to a lone feline strolling up the walk. Out of all the members of his class, Adam had almost forgotten all about him. Nelson was the quietest of the bunch, walking along the road barefoot with his nose in a book, the hope renewed that he was actually there gave Adam a little hop in his step. He smiled as the mouse approached.

"You, always with a book under your nose." Adam winked and surprised the lynx with a grab to his firm backside.

Nelson blushed a bit. "Well you're not the only one who cracks books every once in a while, nerd." He teased.

"Come on you two." Ryley shouted at the pair.

"It's a shame I couldn't introduce you to Skyler." Adam said, slipping a blanket under his arms. "Now that's what I call an accommodating bear." He winked and chuckled as they made their way down to the field.

"Hey kid!" Adam barely had a chance to look before he was pounced from behind with a hug from the massive canine. Giving the mouse a generous sniff and a sloppy lick on the neck. "I just wanted to say that this has got to be one of the best summers I've ever had. School or not. So thanks."

"Hey!" A gruff voice called out as the group approached the field where Coach Dave sat in a lawn chair, sipping from a clear bottle in his paw and wearing nothing but a broad brimmed straw hat. Ryley, who was in mid-sip of his own drink suddenly spit it out at the sight of the hung wolf basking in the glow of the sun in full daylight. The rest of the group simultaneously dropped their jaws while Adam grinned from the unexpected surprise. "So? What are you waiting for?" He asked. "This is my last real day off for the year, let's put it to good use!"

Looking at one another, Adam and Douglas grinned. "And it just keeps getting better!" They announced at the same time with a laugh.

THE END