Mopar: College Story Part 1
It was quite a cold Saturday night, Mopar sitting on his dorm bunk and reading up on his favorite novel, "I, Sniper" once again, deeply suspended in a cliff-hanging tale where the former sniper took a fatal shot at the enemy. He laid across his mattress, his tail slump over the side of the bed, his ears semi-flattened, and his body still. He shared his room with a pleasant vixen, Haldimir, whom never bothered him much and was actually friendly 99 percent of the time. She wasn't present at the time because she was quote on quote, "Running something back." as she called it. He was thinking of the days' events, him acing his End-Of-Term finals, scoring a 1300 on his SAT, and enjoying his favorite lunch afterward which was a fish sandwich he got from nearby, but he knew the old saying, "This day can't get any better!", well it just so happened after he had returned to his dorm, and was in his own world of reading did he hear a knock at his door, room 357.
He put his book down, looked up and grumbled a bit as he sat up and walked lazily to the door, unlatching the dead bolt and opening it. He never bothered much to look through the peep hole and once he opened it, stood an immaculate, 5'6", blonde haired and quite shy doe. Being a gentleman, he welcomed her with a slight stutter, his usual trait. He closed the door softly and re-latched it, and jumped back onto his bed, the doe taking her seat nice and soft on a plush chair. He asked, "What brings such a lovely female here tonight? Shouldn't you be parting down the Max and them?" he said. Max was on of those "Big Shot", "Get-the-fuck-out-of-my-way" kind of guy, the guy that would knock a nerd into the locker or pants another male for no reason. She comes back with, "Max? That's not my type of group; I'm more of the nerdy, geeky kind of girl you see?" He nodded with her reply, resorting back, "Are you here for help or something?" It took her a while to answer which she came back with, "Yes, I need help with this," and pointed out a few problems on a work sheet. He helped her with what seemed like Physics, solving questions that even stumped the clever wolf.
They sat for what seemed like all night, but it was only 10:00. They were done with answering those questions, but they were talking about summer and all of that, but what even stumped him more was the question she brought to attention, "Have you ever been in a loving relationship?" she asked. He remembers his high-school career which was full of hate and misery, so of course he never had a loving relationship. She tilted her head and looked at him, looking a bit skeptical. He looked over at her and shrugged, being a little pissed because she made him relive that part of his life. She straightened head and she said, "Come here, I got something for you..." and she lingered on the last word as he said smartly, "Well I am here." and smiled a bit. She rolled her eyes and grinned a bit bigger, and leaned into him and gave a quick peak on his cheek.
She left and he sat on his bed, blushing deeply and lost in the deep imagination of his head. Finally he had shared a kiss, well "Shared" a kiss with a female. He heard the door unlock and in came the bouncy vixen which threw a bag of looks like chips on to the opposite bed. She dumped the contents which consisted of chips, some liquor, and looks to be some Dixie cups. He chuckled a bit at the stash, "So we are having a party here?" he teased, taking a bag of chips and popping a few into his mouth. She looked up and giggled a bit with him, "No, figured me and you have a nice little party by ourselves, that's if you aren't busy." she said, taking a pop bottle and a bottle of Kentucky Whiskey, poring half and half. He laughed as she picked up the flimsy Dixie cup and put it to her lips, which the bottle dropped out and spilled all over the front of her body, soaking her in sweet half Cola and half hard liquor. She laughed as well as she took off her shirt and slung it at the wolf's face, splatting and dampening his fur. He picked the shirt up and wrung it over her head, the juices pattering on her head and off her ears.
After that fiasco, they just laid on Mopar's be because Haldi's was covered with pop and booze. Haldimir curled up against the wolf, grinning and nuzzling him softly as he held her close. He had not taken any booze, and neither did she, because her drink covered her body. She looked up and said, "You know I care about you, Mopar." she said, and drew her finger down his chest. He caught her finger, thought she was playing with him and she goes, "Haven't you ever had a girl do this to you?" she teased, taking her other finger and drawing with that one, "You are supposed to let her do that, silly wolf." she teased again.
He had passed out that night, and woke up the next morning with a little dampening of his fur, and his... shirt off... He sat up and found his pants undone, but on him. "What the hell just happened?" he thought, thinking he was pranked or something. He looked over and saw Haldimir sitting there... smirking. He stood up and did his pants and she commented, "You ok there dear?" he said, standing up with him and clutched onto his body. He held her and ran the moment through his head and said, "Did you do this to me?" and pointed down at his pants, still unzipped and exposing his black boxers. She giggled and said, "You don't want to know how good you are or what you did last night." she teased, lifting her leg up and resting it on the side of his body, smiling a bit. He had only just kissed a girl yesterday, and now Haldimir was saying basically she laid him? What the hell just happened?
To be continued!
He went throughout the day without bringing that to mind, closing the even out, making it seem as though it never happened. He went to a park bench and sat there, a slight breeze in the late spring air and as he looked over, he saw a couple sitting under a tree, arm in arm, and making a loving scene. He quickly turned away and stared upon a drama scene which unfolded in front of him. He ignored since his ass sometimes gets into trouble if he intervened, but he doubled-back and took another glance, and saw that the Doe that came to his dorm the other night was in the middle of this bull shit drama ring and seemed to be in some trouble. He stood up, sighed, and walked over, pushing aside a lynx, and made to the middle. He took her and escorted her out of group and held her back, her powerful body trying to launch out of his arms. "What the hell are you getting into Doe?" he asks, a little bit pissed off showing in his voice, "Those girls will entire fuck up your day." he adds. "Then I'll take the risk!" she yelled, cussing out one of the girls, "Those pussies over there are blackmailing me!" she says again. The group approached him and told him to step aside.
He pushed her back, far away from the group, and stood his ground, taking on the group, "Now how about we all do this, grow the fuck up! You are adults now and ranking in your lives fast, and you still resort back to 7th grade drama? Act like your fucking age and stop being little bitches!" he roars, pushing one female back that tried to swing on the wolf, "That would be your fatal mistake missy." he says, cocking his head, and grabbing a purse of another girl, and throwing it to the side. "10-1..." he said in his head, "But then again they have no instinct to not fuck with a wolf, especially a hybrid as well." he sneered after he thought that. He looked behind and saw the Doe sobbing. He crouched and took off with the hole-shot of a long distance sprinter, running at the Doe and picking her up, running at only a cunning speed and takes her out of sight of the girls.
He set her down and tried calming her down, hugging and letting her cry into his shoulder. He couldn't make anything out between the sobs, but he can tell that she was the victim, and that they were tormenting the poor white-tail. He calmed her down to a few trickles of tears here and there, but he stood like a broad statue against her. He looked again, and found himself in an ally. She looked up with her crystal blue eyes and her blonde hair... grinning a bit. He tilted his head and she spoke in clear English this time, not sobs, "Why don't we get to know each other better?" he teased, putting her hand where she shouldn't put it. He stuttered and ran away, blushing and feeling a bit numb. It was dark now and he was lost, roaming the corridors of a dark path way, bumping into dead ends and the doe's voice behind him.
He came to a narrow path, on either side of him brick wall and thought of Splinter Cell for some reason. He scaled the walls, leaning to one side, and traversing up it, the cover of night concealing him. He had felt an overwhelming drive for the doe now, and wanted to seek her, but he held still as she pranced below him. "Shit, don't smell me." he whispered to himself and she looked up, shit!
She smirked and saw the glare of his collar in the bright moon light, "I see you cutie," she said, trying to climb the wall but not succeeding. He traversed more up the wall to a roof top where he ran with, again, cunningness and stealth. He went to a ledge and peaked over, seeing that it is clear. He skidded down the narrow gap and ran for his dorm. He ran in a stubbled on the carpet, gaining too much traction and found two random girls having intercourse on his bunk. He ran into the bathroom and retched, having over-worked himself and seeing that sight finished him. He returned to see that the two left, leaving fluid marks on his sheets. "Fucking great... A hot female chases me, and now I come home to this shit?" he yells, ripping his sheets off and flopping onto his mattress.
He had so much running through his mind that it was hard to comprehend and understand multiple things at once. Why the hell did she do that to him? He doesn't even know her name, and she wanted to get into his pants? It was just getting creepy for him, and all he could think was, 'What if he did fuck her?' He put that aside and grabbed a RC cola. He smiled as he picked it up because one of his bud's name was RC, and that was his favorite drink. "Cheers to RC." he said, popping the top off and listening to the hiss of the carbon inside. He sipped on it and looked out his window and saw that damn doe out there again.
He dropped the pop and spit it everywhere. He could not believe it, that doe follows him everywhere! He walked over and the glass broke.
He woke up with a jump, and looked around wildly. It was still night time, the glass intact, and no spilled Cola. He got up and went outside into the fresh air, the cold night air breezing, the moon bright and up, and the sound of silence. He wondered aimlessly across the lawn, dew dripping onto his paws, and a little frost blowing out of his muzzle. He squinted and saw the worst sight he could see, Max and that Doe. "Son of a bitch..." he whispered, clenching his fist as he watched as he started to fuck her anus, gagging her and bound. He ran back up to his room, reached under his dresser, and pulled out his Smith & Wesson Model 460V revolver, chambered in .460 S&W with 300 grain jacketed flat nosed rounds, hot and ready to rock. He ran back out and found that he was torturing the poor and helpless doe that eventually cried out when she saw him, Mopar raising the heavy barreled 6 shooter and aimed, holding steady.
To be continued!