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Raleigh stepped tentatively into the dormitory hallway, sniffing the air lightly before cringing. The scent of musk was stronger than it had been an hour ago, and while the (saner) part of him wanted to call it quits and start apartment searching, the werewolf was tired of not being able to sleep in his room because the jock next door was constantly having sex--and when you're a werewolf who turns into a slavering, horny beast when you're turned on too much, that doesn't generally end well.

Three doors down on the right was his room; the fourth was the footballer's. Every step brought the tantalizing smell closer, and the Biology major's cock rubbed up against his jeans, getting harder and harder to ignore. Lupine ears flicked back in anger at the soft sound of masturbating came from the offender's room; hackles raised, he banged on the door to no response, proceeding to force it open, golden eyes and guns ablaze.

The footballer had headphones in his ears, a look of pure bliss on his face. He'd looked about ready to blow before the door had slammed open. Pulling the headphones out, he got up from his chair, cock still out and rock hard as he stared at the dude. "What the fuck, why'd you do that?!" he blustered.

Raleigh had to admit--he was hot with short, shaggy auburn hair and stubble. Ever-so-slightly pointed ears that looked almost natural on a human; his build was thick set--thick legs, thick gut, thick arms. Hairy, too. The amount of mush in the room was unbearable to the poor werewolf, yet the footballer seemed not to notice. Teeth bared, Raleigh barely restrained himself from yelling--yet in doing so, accidentally tinging it with a small growl. "Because, asshole," he glared, "you're either jacking off or fucking someone at all hours of the day and I can't even stay in the dorm without it reeking of sex, and it's pissing my friends off that I have to crash in their dorms so often!"

"Well someone must have a good nose to smell it from however the fuck far away you live down," the other quipped, smirking. "Raleigh right? You're in that one class with me," he stared for a moment, actually remembering his name before looking to the door. "Shut the door or I'm going to be flashing everyone who walks past. I'm not putting shorts on in my own room." He was still rock hard, now with a bit of pre dripping from the tip onto a set of boxers that laid on the ground.

Still glaring, Raleigh took a step to the right and slammed the door shut, leaving it shuddering. "You could say that. And yeah, you're in Biology 301 with me, Basil." Glancing down at the man's dick caused the poor wolf's instincts to kick into overdrive, and he wasn't entirely sure if the prickles of fur he was feeling spreading across his arms were just his imagination or real. "And holy shit, put some on for my sake, then!"

"Fine. Sheesh. Always so demanding with your senses of smell," he turned away from the man before pulling open his dresser drawer. Pulling out a jock strap, he bent over to get his legs into the slot, showing off his rather toned and fuzzy ass. Pulling them up in on swift motion, he turned back around, still with his erection in full force, not even ashamed of showing it off at this point. "Better?"

A full-fledged growl ripped through the room that Raleigh couldn't hope to disguise as a cough. "I swear to fucking God, man, don't fucking test me if you know what's fucking good for you." Ears shot straight up and pointed directly at the man, tail flagged, and it was with the greatest effort the werewolf clenched his fists to hide the signs of claws.

A smug look formed across Basil's features as he just smirked. Crossing the room, he leaned in uncomfortably close. "You're a werewolf. No need to conceal that from me you know..." he whispered in a low, husky voice before pulling away just a little bit.

Everything shuddered to a stop as Raleigh blinked in surprise, brow furrowing in confusion before shaking his head, trying to laugh awkwardly. "You fucking high or something, man? I was trying to intimidate you..." It was a pathetic excuse, but it was much less awkward than having to explain to the Dean that he'd accidentally given away the whole "There's-a-secret-magical-world" because of miscommunication and the resulting, very complicated, very expensive memory charms involved.

Grinning, Basil just snapped their fingers. A small 'shattering' sound could be heard as pieces of the magic melted away, revealing horns growing from his head, furry legs ending in dark hooves. "Please, don't even try, Raleigh. I'm not that stupid."

Of all the things that could have been said, that was the final straw. Letting out a feral roar, Raleigh tackled the athlete--now turned satyr--to the floor, pinning him, claws shredding the jockstrap to pieces as he furiously kissed him, face already shifting into a muzzle, fur bristling, growling and snarling, scratching deep red furrows into Basil's skin as he thrust against him. Basil grinned as he kissed back, the muzzle shifting doing nothing bad to him as he grabbed two handfuls of ass. He felt the werewolf's claws scratching at his hips, and breaking away from the kiss, he just smirked. "Wondered when you would come," he said, feeling the lupine cock prod hard against him, his own getting even harder.

Breaking the kiss for a moment as he began to bulk up, muscles growing and twinging, fur spreading across his skin in waves, Raleigh looked at the satyr in shock. "You've been doing it on purpose?!" he exclaimed in one of the few lucid seconds left before he knew he'd give into the beast--as he always did.

Giving that satyr trademark grin he laughed. "Well, you gotta do what you gotta..." he stopped himself from talking before kissing the werewolf again, grinding his ass against the monster's dick. "What are you waiting for?"

Snuffling, Raleigh bit down on Basil's shoulder, teeth pricking the skin as he suppressed a howl, breathing heavily as he thrust his hips in the cleft of the satyr's ass. His cock had grown from its modest five and a half inches to a towering ten, a scarlet, rocket-shaped wolfhood tinged with purple-ish blue veins, pulsing with each heartbeat, drooling and squirting sticky, clear pre. Raleigh as a human would have recognized how dangerous it would have been to take Basil without lube, and in general; Raleigh as a wolf didn't care--half-formed thoughts and instincts were all he felt, the feel of his teeth clenched around the satyr's shoulder, the sensation of fur against skin, the frustration at not being able to find the satyr's hole.

Then with a growl low as thunder, Raleigh found his mark.

Basil groaned as he felt the throbbing meat pulse with life against him, each squirt smearing pre and coating his ass. He had already been preparing to ride the wolf; he had been intentionally doing it for quite some time. Now would be the real deal, however. Groaning again, he felt the bite to his shoulder, and it quickly turned into a loud and pleasured bleat. The cock had found its mark and it plunged into him deep. "A-Ah! Fuck!" he practically screamed out, curling his fingers into the werewolf's back fur before silencing himself with more sloppy making out.

Heart beating a furious pace, Raleigh started thrusting methodically, in halfway, out halfway, in a bit more, out a bit less--which would have been a blessing, if it weren't going at a jackrabbit pace, hips blurred almost. Consumed by lust, the beast was panting and growling, meaty hands on the satyr's hips as he raised his prey up before bringing him back down to spear him further on his cock, leaking pre into a puddle on the carpet.

Basil was moaning lustfully into the kiss, bouncing up and down on the other's cock as his own grinded against his partner's stomach. A lewd gasp and a shove off from the ground, the satyr swapped the position so the werewolf was on his back and the satyr himself was on top being rapidly thrust into. Pre was staining fur and not so much the carpet anymore as his own cock was leaking pre, feeling his prostate get struck with each singular thrust. It was something he enjoyed far too much, and he felt like he was about to burst from just this.

Raleigh groaned, deep in his throat, as he felt his knot pop free of his sheathe, bumping against the satyr's hole with each thrust. Dimly, the human in the back of his mind rationalized that the melon-sized bulge was too big to fit, that he'd practically spear him in half...but the human in the back of his mind wasn't in control, though, and all he could think about was the need to tie, to fill the satyr with cum and mark him as his bitch. Panting, he fucked Basil even harder, growling and barking all the while.

Basil grunted, holding on for dear life. Low bleats escaping his lips as he looked into the eyes of the beast that was fucking him so roughly. His mind was in a state of utter bliss and he didn't want to leave. Not now, not ever. This was too good to give up. Before he knew it he felt the knot pressing hard with each thrust against the ring and he felt it spreading and giving up. His entire body was shaking before he let out a startled yelp that turned into a loud moan. "Oh, fuck yes!" he screamed out in pleasure and pain as the knot popped in. His cock twitched before giving its payload, spraying the thick, pent up seed across the fur of his partner. It was just about as much as his large furry nuts could hold and he was in the throes of ecstasy for quite some time.

Biting the satyr's shoulder once more, Raleigh fucked him with what little he could before giving a ragged howl, tail hitched as he came inside of the Basil's ass--burning hot cum flooding the poor creature's insides even as they shot their load all over him, some getting into the werewolf's panting mouth. For a solid two minutes the wolf came, fucking long and hard all the while, before collapsing and rolling onto his side on the ruined, sopping carpet. He slowly began to come to his senses as he shifted back, fur melting away, muzzle shrinking and teeth becoming blunter; legs popping and cracking as they shifted back to plantigrade stance, but the cock remained huge and knotted as Raleigh drifted to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal, one arm draped over the satyr with his body curved around the knotted partner.

Basil shivered, holding onto the shifter even still after the rough and oh-so raw fucking session. His senses were tingling and with how long he had been cumming and he thought his gut would be swollen with the pup's seed. Holding close to the werewolf as he shifted back he simply kissed the man, giving a lot of tongue action. "Love you," he whispered softly still unsure of what the fuck to do about the carpet. That was a dilemma for another day, though, as he fell asleep too, ass sore and scratch marks aching.