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"What the fuck?"

Cash had just finished a day working at his university's store, and when he opened the door to his door he had been hoping and praying to find it empty at 10 at night, but instead he found this.

"Seriously Fisher? Seriously? Why the fuck are there 8 bottles of alcohol sitting in the middle of the floor? And... Jesus fucking Christ! Is that weed!?" The wolf linebacker whipped around when he heard his roommates voice.

"Cash are you fucking crazy?!" The 20 year old jumped up and quickly pulled the large cheetah into their room, sticking his head out into the hallway to make sure no one had heard Cash say the word "weed" before closing it and turning around with an irritated look on his face.

"Why the fuck would you practically shout the word weed in a fucking university! Do you think I want people pounding on my door asking for a hit? This is quality shit I got here!" The wolf's New York accent did little to distract himself from the vulgar scent of bud.

"Oh my God!" the big cat made a face and pinched his tongue, looking down at the open baggie, "How much did you spend on that!" The cat quickly walked over to the window that their room had and opened it, fanning the tainted air out of it.

The wolf let out a big yawn and scratched at his side, "$500, but my guy said that's the best he could have, and it should last for awhile, being that the only people who will be smoking it is me." The cheetah stuck his head out the window and inhaled the clean air a couple of times before returning to the stinky room. He rolled his eyes at the grinning wolf and turned his back to him as he quickly stripped his work clothes from his body.

The wolf raised an eyebrow and turned around too, only looking over his shoulder a few times to watch the cat's muscular spotted body while he got ready for bed. Being caught checking out his roommate would be detrimental to the wolf's reputation. He had been a closeted homosexual since he was 13, and attending a small town university had made him put his plans for coming out on hold for a quite some time.

"Alright Fisher, what the fuck are you going to do tonight?" The cat was sitting on his bed rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, shirtless with some loose boxers on. The wolf let out a chuckle and walked over to his haul, quickly sealing up the bag of weed to store safely under his bed while organizing the bottles into 2 separate piles.

"We, my young friend. Not just me, we. What we are going to do tonight is we are going to get, how do I put this gently," the wolf stood back up and put his weight on one paw, a hand around his chin while he gazed up at the ceiling. A grin came across his face and he looked at the exhausted cheetah and said, "We are going to get fucked up. We are going to get white girl wasted. When we wake up in the morning, the first thing we will think about, once we manage to think over the hardcore hangover we'll have, is, 'What happened last night?'"

The cheetah let out a large sigh and glanced up at the wolf's toothy grin. "Why do you think I will go out partying with you?" he asked simply.

The wolf let out a loud chortle and sat down next to the cheetah, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in close, "Because, due to the fact that you are 20 and still a virgin, we need to get you laid. Badly." The wolf pulled away quickly, yet nonchalantly. Just the scent of Cash was enough for his sheath to swell up slightly. He jumped up and grabbed two bottles of the floor.

"Now these, these right here," the wolf made a gesture to the bottles in his paws, "these are a guaranteed party maker. Tequila and vodka!" Fisher let out an excited bark and set them down carefully.

Cash snorted and shook his head, saying in a sarcastic tone, "Jesus you are one classy motherfucker you know that?" The cat stood up and stretched his back while watching the wolf quickly fill his backpack up with the fragile bottles.

Fisher flipped his hair and grinned at Cash, "C'mon, lets go live a little."

*** "Fisher! Fisher! C'mon Fish we gotta be quiet!"

"You're the one making all the noise dumb cunt, I'm just walking beside you."

Cash stopped stumbling for a second and let out a high pitched laugh. Fisher grinned at the cat and pushed him ahead, fascinated by the Cash's state when intoxicated.

"Fisher," Cash lisped, "Fisher c'mon we need to go to sleep c'mon Fisher hurry up!" The cat let out a girlish giggle and ran towards their living quarters, slipping several times on the slick grass. Fisher, who hadn't drunk a single drop of alcohol the whole night, whistled softly while he followed the sound of the cat giggling like a little kindergarten school girl.

"Cash slow the fuck down! If you pass out somewhere I'm not gonna be able to find you and these fraternities are ruthless when they find guys asleep outside!" Cash had arrived at the front doors to their building and was gently pushing the door in.

"Fisher!" the cheetah whined in a slightly obnoxious voice, "Fisher the door won't open!" Fisher's eyes went wide as the cheetah continued to push on the door, his arm and leg muscles flexing and the look of strain on his face being exactly what he had fantasized about so many times before.

"Cash," Fisher was bent over with a paw over his muzzle to hide his amusement as he watched the cat struggle with overcoming the tremendous obstacle, "Cash you pull on the door to open it." Cash stopped pushing and took a step back, his mouth slightly opened and in a sort of stupor as he processed the wolf's words.

Fisher arrived beside the wolf and gestured at the door, "Go ahead and pull on it silly. See what happens." The cat took a breath and quickly pulled on the door handle, opening it effectively. His muzzle broke out into a silly grin and flung the door the rest of the way open and took a step inside. He stopped and turned around and looked back at Fisher, or rather Fishers. He saw four Fishers walking through the door frame, and for some reason his normal, composed movements fascinated him.

"Hey Fish," the cat slurred out, "Hey Fish hey, hey did you drink anything tonight?" The cat asked with some difficulty, his tongue feeling like thick glue.

Fisher glanced up and grinned wide at the sweaty drunk mass in front of him, "No buddy I didn't drink," the wolf revealed surprisingly reluctantly, "I knew that you were under a lot of stress and I thought that you just needed one day to let yourself out." Cash stood there breathing heavily through his mouth. He scratched the back of his neck when he felt a bead of sweat tickle him.

"So," the cat spoke in a soft slurred voice, "So you did this for me? Why?" The four Fishers took a few steps towards the big cat and he saw all of them put a paw on his forearm, but only felt one squeeze lightly. Cash looked down at the big paw for a second and then gazed back up into the third Fisher's eyes. He had never noticed how deep a blue his eyes were.

Fisher grinned and licked his lips, shuffling his feet nervously. "It's now or never," he thought to himself. He took another step and could feel the cat's heat radiating off of him.

He gazed into his drunken eyes and said in a low, uncertain voice, "Because, I uh, I did this because seeing you stressed out all the time kinda upsets me. The truth is Cash, you're such an awesome guy, and I really love hanging out with you. I can't honestly remember the last time I heard you laugh, and I mean a real laugh, not something forced just to get people to leave you alone."

Cash was, for some unexplainable reason, simply enamored by Fisher's eyes; he suddenly chirped out, "Fisher I never knew how pretty your eyes are." Fisher's mouth froze mid word and he dared to make eye contact with Cash for the first time. His eyes seemed to be almost transparent, like a muddy puddle that had been disturbed by someone tramping though it, only for it to become clearer than though possible once all the solute had settled.

Fisher could only hear his heart beating in his ear and Cash's unsteady breathing. A million thoughts went through his brain, trying to decide which best route to take, wishing he knew exactly what to do. After a second or two of simply staring into Cash's eyes, something snapped inside of Fisher. He jerked forward and pressed his lips to Cash's, never breaking eye contact with him.

Like ice being put over an open flame, he immediately felt all uncertainties and second guesses blow away from his body. One thing he did know though is that he would have never been able to do this if Cash had been sober, that was a road where he couldn't even begin to fathom where it's destination would lie.

Fisher wrapped a paw around Cash's back and finally turned himself over to his instincts, not allowing himself to think about what he would do next, just doing it. It seemed almost natural to him. They stood there in an embrace for a few minutes.

Cash's drunk brain had been in control of him for quite some time now. In fact, he had been about one second away from kissing Fisher before he beat him to it. Cash closed his eyes and only focused on the one Fisher in his arms, and returned the wolf's touchings with enthusiasm. He murred lightly and deepened the kiss quickly, leaning Fisher back and working one paw up to the back of his neck and the other staying on the small of his back.

Fisher's eyes popped open when he felt Cash take the lead; his tongue had somehow found its way past his teeth and was lightly massaging his own. The bitter taste of alcohol tasted like a cool drink of water after a march through a desert.

Not uttering a word, Fisher broke the kiss by putting his paws on Cash's exposed chest and gently pushing him away. Cash stood there and wiped his mouth with the back of his paw, beaming widely at Fisher. Fisher took a step back and was breathing deeply, his head was swimming like he had been drinking along with Cash. Now that Fisher had abandoned his buffer, the thoughts had quickly returned to him: what should he do now? Was this a mistake? How will Cash react in the morning? But something much more distinguishable voiced it's opinion.

Cash pointed unabashedly at Fisher's crotch, "Gee Fish, I didn't think I was that good of a kisser!" The cat guffawed and then released a loud yawn. Fisher blushed deeply and looked down at his crotch, seeing and feeling his hardness aching to be released. He whined and looked up at Cash, his gaze passing over his crotch. He nearly choked.

The cat was rubbing a large bulge in his shorts as well. A teasing look found its way onto Cash's drunken muzzle, and he let out a low moan as he teased his leaking tip. Fisher stood there in complete shock; the only part of him reacting to the show was his member squeezing out a few more drops of pre.

The cat chuckled and tensed up, suddenly spinning around and sprinting down the hallway to the elevator. He took a step inside an open one and stopped with his body in between the elevator and the hallway. As the doors began to close he pulled his pants down, exposing a bright red object to Fisher. He disappeared into the elevator and ascended to their room.

Fisher stood there in the same position he had been in for quite some time. He looked at the one elevator and heard it ding, signaling that it had arrived at the correct floor. Fisher took a few more breaths and then vaulted forward, barreling up the stairs. Several flights of stairs later, he arrived panting and coated in sweat at their dorm door. Only a few emergency lights were on, but he knew their hallway was abandoned as everyone was still at the party.

He hesitated only once more that night. He felt something stop his paw as it grasped the door knob. Was this all a mistake? In just a few short hours, Fisher had jeopardized all that he had worked so hard for, just for a romantic interest. All Cash would have to do was run to the faculty and say that he had gotten him drunk and tried to have sex with him.

Bombs continued go off in his head, and he noticed that the light was on in there room. That split second was all it took for Fisher's impulses to regain control and turn that door knob. Everything was deathly quit, like a flip had been switched by opening that door. Fisher's brain was clearer than ever before. He kept his eyes closed and entered into his room, turning his back to both of their beds and closing the door quietly behind him. A sharp click emanated from it as he engaged the lock.

He took in a deep and tried to let it out slowly, but choked when he smelled something that made his knees go weak. He turned around and gasped when he saw Cash sitting on their window sill, the window thrown wide open, completely naked. He cock completely erect and reflecting the light of their incandescent light like the sun off of a river run red with blood. It pulsated and oozed out a drop of pre-cum.

Cash grinned when his roommate turned himself around and looked up into his eyes, "Took you long enough, I was worried you had chickened out." he said in a mildly condescending tone. He stood up and walked forward towards Fisher who only had eyes for the big thick piece of neat that lay right above two kiwi sized balls.

Cash stumbled over to Fisher and landed on his chest. He gasped when he smacked into the hard muscular body and looked up at the petrified wolf, grinning and letting out another giggly laugh when he saw the look on his face.

"What's the matter Fish baby?" Cash cooed with pursed lips stood straight up, wrapping his arms through Fisher's armpits and pulling him onto his body.

Cash let out a chortle and rolled his eyes, "And you say I'm the one who thinks this much! You don't even know what to do when you see a naked man in your room! Let alone what to do with one when he's in your arms!"

Fisher's jaw opened and closed as he attempted to form coherent words, but he was once again utterly flabbergasted at the situation he had found himself in.

Cash pinched his cheek sharply and growled, sending shivers down the wolf's back, "Snap out of it! I don't want to have sex with a scarecrow!" The wolf suddenly came out of his state of shock when he felt something warm, wet, and firm slide into his paw, fitting perfectly like a piece of a puzzle.

Cash gasped and jerked his hips a little bit into the flaccid palm, moaning and putting leaning against the wolf as his coarse paw hair acts like little harpoons jabbing into his hypersensitive flesh. Fisher coughed as he accidentally inhaled some of his saliva and reflexively tighten the grip on the object in his paw.

Cash let out a howl and and quickly humped in and out of the pseudo-anus, drenching the wolf's pants and hip with his pre. The cheetah lets out another howl of pleasure and falls down onto his knees, thrusting involuntarily as he had only been a few seconds away from cumming. Something lands on either side of Cash's head and shoves him against Fisher's large bulge in his pants. The cat grins and snuffles against the mass, taking in the musky aroma of the alpha male.

"Better get me all lubed up kitty," a deep, dominating voice comes from somewhere above Cash, and he gazes up surprised to see it coming from Fisher's muzzle. "because in a few minutes I'm gonna be fucking you against this door." Cash's cock jumps at this words and he quickly peels Fisher's pants and underwear from his body, and is greeted by 9 inches of solid dog cock.

Fisher grunts and jerks his hips to the side, smacking Cash right in the face with his toy. Little droplets of pre are sent all over Cash's face, glistening on his face fur. Cash leans back and wraps a paw around his fat shaft, running it up and down a couple of times. Fisher groans and his knees wobble lightly.

"You've been practicing haven't you?" the wolf inquires between gritted teeth. Cash smirks at Fisher's words and grunts as a bolt of pre splashes onto his face, "I have a lot of time to myself, when I'm all done studying I've gotta entertain myself somehow."

Cash drops his muzzle open and places the sticky cock tip on his unfurled tongue. He winks up at Fisher before inhaling the meat into his mouth like a vortex, his tongue dancing along the hot flesh. Fisher cringed and grabbed onto the door handle to keep from collapsing right there; the cat's rough padded tongue caused the wolf to elicit a whine of ecstasy with each pass over his spongy tip.

Cash's paws were quite busy. One was gently squeezing the wolf's distended balls, and his other was race up and down his shaft, his thumb and forefinger forming a tight grip as he squeezes his glans with every pass. Cash lets out a loud groan and nearly chokes on a spurt of pre from the wolf, quickly putting another three inches down into his throat.

Fisher's paws were on top of Cash's head trying to push himself as deep as possible into the cheetah.

"Oh fuck Cash, fuck Cash c'mon I'm gonna cum right here if you keep this up!" Fisher let out a loud whine and smacked his paw against the door, and quickly through the cheetah off of his dick. The wolf's tongue was lolled out of his mouth with saliva dripping from it as he began to thrust into the air, his member shooting ropes or pre several inches into the room.

Cash's cock wasn't any better; Fisher could see the thing jump with each heartbeat from where he was standing. Cash moaned as his paw seemed welded to his cock and quickly stood up, turned himself around, and spread his legs wide.

Fisher's eyes went wide when he saw Cash's tight pink pucker tremble and then open up, and stay open, almost like it was begging to come and have something fill it with hot cream. The wolf lunged forward and shoved himself right into Cash, his balls swinging forward and smacking into the cat's slightly larger ones.

Cash let out a gasp and stumbled forward to the window, smacking into it and rattling the glass. The heavy humid air weighed heavily on his shoulders and so Cash flung a paw up to unlatch it, sending the window swinging open. The house who was hosting the party was located right across the street, and they could hear the music playing loudly.

Fisher grunted and set his hips, tenderizing the cheetah's ass, his pre leaking out of his tight virgin hole only increasing the wolf's fervor. Cash had half of his body hanging out of the window, his arms dangling limp. Every time the wolf's knot slammed into him, pushing his anus further and further open with every smack, the cheetah would squint his eyes and grit his teeth.

The cat suddenly sucked in a loud gasp and arced his back when Fisher managed to nail him right on his prostate.

Fisher licked his salty lips and growled, his orgasm growing with every passing second, "Get ready for it! I can't stop now!" The wolf growled loudly and leaned over the cheetah, taking his scruff into his muzzle as he utterly dominated the big cat. Cash let out a loud groan as he was opened up almost enough to fit the wolf's knot into him.

Fisher brought his cock almost all the way out and slammed into the cheetah one final time, his knot popping into him like a stopper. The cat's muzzle contorted into a grimace and his lips split as he let out a tremendous growl, right as Fisher let out a deep howl. Their combined call was luckily drowned out by the music across the street, otherwise they most certainly would have been found.

The wolf wrapped his paws under the muscular beast he had attached himself too and pulled him into the room. Cash's limp body willingly let Fisher pull him in from the cool and clean air and he pushed Fisher down onto the floor, along with himself. Cash let out a light moan as he felt Fisher's cock pulsate and shoot rope after rope of his thick, white hot cum deep into his bowels.

Cash tried to sit up, his inebriated brain not sure how to handle the situation he was currently in, but he collapsed back onto Fisher in a heap and began to drift off to sleep. Fisher lay under Cash and panted loudly as his body came down from its climax. His cock was still hard as sheet rock and buried deep into Cash's bowels. The immense pressure put onto his dick from his ejaculate felt like he was floating on a cloud.

After a couple of seconds the linebacker grunted and lifted himself and Cash up, flopping onto the nearest bed. He groaned again and hugged the cheetah close to his body, wrapping his paws under his body with one on his stomach and the one on his wet and sticky shaft. Fisher blinked and sniffed the air, smelling only his spunk. He smiled widely as he realized that Cash's load must have somehow been shot out of the window. He released a low chuckle and snuggled into the big cat's neck fur and promptly fell asleep. A low breeze swept over the two of them and the music from across the street tinkled in while they slept in each others arms.