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The air conditioning blasted him with a cool, refreshing wind, ruffling his gray fur with he laid back in bed, his earbuds caressing his eardrums with the sweet croons of Sinatra himself. Freshmen classes were turning out to be a cinch, and Alex had decided to reward himself amid the retreating summer's day with a couple hours of rest and relaxation. He'd headed back to his dorm room, climbed up the towering ladder, and had lost himself in the gentle blizzard from the vent above, and the soft melodies of the music in his ears, a perfect ending to a laidback Thursday.

And then Mark returned to the room.

With a creak and a resounding THUD!, the door hurtled open, its inward-facing knob bashing in a familiar crater into the plaster on the walls. Alex, once content within the shroud of music flowing from his earbuds, jolted alert as the room rocked, gritting his teeth and snarling beneath his breath. He was _always_too loud! The three-foot mouse shrank beneath the railing of his spacious top bunk, averting his gaze from the hairy mountain of black-furred flesh that lumbered inside.

"Whew! Today's a scorcher, eh?"

A deep, rolling voice again disrupted Frank's soothing voice, and amid the heavy thump of sweaty paws on formerly-clean carpet, the massive bulk of feline towered into view, forcing his gaze from the screen of a miniaturized phone to the senior-behemoth. Great muscular arms flanked a rotund, barrel-shaped torso, its rounded pecs and low-hanging gut bared without shame. Thick, heavy thighs stretched a pair of gym shorts to the brim, an obvious bulge in the groin enough to send the puny mouse's eyes quickly scurrying elsewhere from embarrassment. With the panther's entrance, an immense musk wafted into the room, hot and humid and reeking of masculinity, nearly eliciting an audible groan from Alex upon the bed. Out of all of Mark's obnoxious, irritating qualities, the scent was by far the worst.

The seven-foot feline either wasn't aware of his annoyed little roommate, or simply didn't care. He sauntered in, deep grunts erupting as he tossed a massive backpack upon the lower bunk, shaking the entire bedframe. As Alex grit his teeth the clumsy behemoth continued to rummage about the dorm room, hips mashing between the wall and his gargantuan minifridge. His lengthy ropelike tail whipped left to right, sweeping across the pair of desks on either side of their dorm room, knocking over the rodent's carefully-arranged stack of books, notes, and speakers, sending them tumbling to the floor. For Alex, the dorm room had started out as a spacious pad, much larger than his room at home, with a great bunk bed that dwarfed his tiny frame and a desk that housed both his PC and gaming with room to spare. With the fattened, beefy bulk of the klutzy cat occupying most of the space, however, it had become more of a cramped closet, protesting loudly with each heavy blow the big cat inflicted, like a creaking, quivering servant under an impossible load.

"Oof...man, I could go for a beer right now..." The minifridge that was taller than he was clanked open, and Alex winced as one of those big bottles was plucked from the shelves. The fatass feline was even worse when he was drunk; he'd plop down upon his bed, fumble with the remote until the TV popped on, and spend the rest of the night draining the fridge of his booze, shouting and guffawing at whatever show or game had caught his attention until the early edge of dawn. He couldn't fathom the class schedule the panther had finagled, but it had apparently made morning routines obsolete for him. And one thing was certain; when his wide-load ass hit that poor mattress, and that TV came on, the mouse would find no peace in that shrunken, sweat-scented space.

And sure enough, the bedframe quaked beneath the mouse, and the mattress whined in pain as hundreds of pounds came down upon it. The sharp clank of the bottle's cap upon the desk - his desk - sent the little mouse squirming, the embers of irritation blazing into full-grown flames in his slim little belly at the thought of the dent in the wood he'd wind up paying for. Even those thick, wet gulps managed to interrupt the rising crescendo of "Come Fly With Me", and as a wall-rattling belch signaled the end of that first beer, Alex's growls burst into audible volume, two words erupting from his lips far louder than he'd ever meant them to be.

"Fucking disgusting..."

The viscous flow of chuckles beneath him halted, bringing on a deafening silence that, for a moment, convinced Alex that somehow his prayers had been answered. The mattress squeaked a sigh of relief, and the bedframe rocked ominously. The head of the panther rose up like a thunderhead on the horizon over the top bunk's railing, turning about to face him. The mouse gulped, his blood running cold beneath the glare of that green, predatory gaze and the gleam of sharpened fangs. The growl rolled forth from his fangs to bulldoze the impotent rage he'd kindled within his chest, shoving it all into the swelling hole his pounding heart seemed to be tunneling through his back and into his mattress.

"What the fuck did you say?"

Alex dropped his phone, his earbuds popping free of the pink ears that rapidly flushed crimson. He clamped his teeth together as they began to chatter, the growl he pulled from his throat emerging as a hollow stammer, "Wh-what? Wh-what're talking abou-"

"What. Did. You. Say." The foretelling of the beating Alex knew was coming swirled within those emerald irises, a single fist shattering his bones and rendering him a pile of bruised flesh and fur in his own mind. The gleam from the fangs bared behind dark, scowling lips taunted him with a bite that could halve him instantly, as the panther's ancestors had no doubt done to his. He'd fucked up now. Nothing he could say could stop the beatdown that was certainly imminent, the retribution his big, pompous moth had earned him. Regret slashed his reply to a whimper.

"N-nothing!"

"I wouldn't call "Fucking disgusting" nothing, you little shit." A big, beefy hand launched over the railing, and thick, sausage-shaped fingers squeezed about his waist, clamping his arms down against his thighs in a single motion. His breath fled his diaphragm in a staccato squeak of discomfort, the heavy thumb crushing his belly concave as he was hauled up like a ragdoll in a rough child's grasp. With bulging eyes and a heart that pounded a million miles a minute, he struggled and squirmed as he was lifted effortlessly before that displeased visage, hot, beer-laden breath washing forth from the big cat's muzzle.

"You oughta watch your fuckin' mouth, rodent. I don't take kindly to shrimps who mouth off."

Alex yelped and kicked uselessly in that titanic fist, tail whipping with his tiny feet, his frightened stammers rising to shriek-laced shouts, "S-stop! Get off me! Let me go!"

Mark's scowl inverted into a toothy, wide grin that nearly sent the mouse rigid. "You want down, little mouse? Okay." Those thick fingers fell away, and with a cry Alex hit the carpet far below, a sharp spike of pain erupting in his rump after a fall from twice his height. Dazed and frantic, he fumbled to scramble out from beneath that rotund black behemoth, that towering grin an eclipse that bathed him in ominous shadow.

"Seems maybe I've been too nice around you, shrimp. Maybe I should've taught you a lesson or two when I moved in." That deep, booming chuckle sent the mouse's blood chilling, his limbs freezing in place, fingers locked in a white-knuckled clench in the lawn of carpet strands beneath him. The door loomed behind the leviathan of black fur and scorned feline, a distant, unreachable portal to freedom that taunted him from afar, before being obscured by the panther's great, jiggling gut as he lurched into motion. "I'll have to correct that little flub, eh?"

The feline's foot rose forth from the floor, a thick, wide paw capped with pudgy, black-padded toes that wriggled like the chuckling heads of a chubby hydra. The stench of sweat and feline musk flooded his gasping, open maw, rising to an intensity greater than anything he'd inhaled before as that smooth, vast sole engulfed his gaze. The flabby thigh it was attached to flexed and wobbled in the distance, its ponderous motion giving Alex just enough time to snap from his musk-addled stupor and squeak a plea for mercy before it came crashing downwards.

"Oooh...soft little thing, aren't you?" The bulky panther's throat rippled with a purr high above, idly flexing his toes, letting a small portion of his weight press earthward. For Alex, that fraction of girth became a crushing, choking weight, nearly smashing his midsection flat beneath the wriggle of a mighty sole. His ribs flexed and bent while pudgy, plump toes kneaded and rolled within his fuzzy chestfluff. His jaws flexed airlessly like a drowning fish, the sweaty odor ground into his grey, silky coat, the nauseating aroma nearly gagging him with unbearable fumes. He writhed and fought, kicked and coughed as he tried to summon the breath to scream amid his punishment. And then the big cat shifted forwards.

Slowly, tauntingly, Mark let his whole weight settle upon the mouse. His soft, chubby pads pancaked as hundreds of pounds began to settle, and so too did the lanky rodent's body. Yelps and whines of agony as hundreds of pounds of muscle and fat dropped like a factory press replaced the words of pleas and protest Alex had planned to hurl up at the feline, the air to provide volume to his desperate cries vanishing in a single whuff from his lips. The massive weight upon Alex turned to an unbearable, throbbing pain, his muscles and puny skeleton crushed nearly flat while that wide, pudgy foot rubbed and kneaded atop his middle. With a deep chuckle a second paw descended, the rodent's vision of his smug roommate cut off beneath a sky of black that landed upon his head, the impossible strain evening out atop his poor frame as the chubby behemoth ground his sweaty paws upon his head and torso shifting upon his skull and torso, mashing each into the floor while his tiny brain screamed and scolded. You idiot, you fool...learn to keep your big fucking mouth shut, Alex!

"Mmm...you'd make a decent welcome mat, hehe..." Amid his burning lungs and pounding body, Mark's voice was a distant eruption in Alex's ears, the smother of that hot, sweaty sole upon his face preventing him from answering even if he could inhale enough air to squeak. "Though I bet you'd hate the wintertime..." The paw upon his head lifted upwards, and the rank, heavy musk in his nostrils grew less noxious, his lungs twitching within his crushed chest as they attempted a gasp of relief. He shook and stared in awe as that heavy, chubby paw ascended with the jiggle and flex of a meaty thigh, rising up into the ceiling as if hauled by divinity...right before it plummeted back to earth, mashing his snout and face right back into the sweat-soaked carpet with a blow that nearly snapped his muzzle.

Pain exploded as his limbs wriggled and flailed, the beginnings of the heavy trod lighting his spine up with terror at the coming onslaught of paw. His lungs burst open as the foot upon his chest rose, jaws gulping down near-pure musk with precious oxygen even as his skull bore the giant's entire girth. Then, WHUMP! A piledriver of flesh bashed the air-filled cavity flat, each foot rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic series of painful, powerful impacts that mashed his body flat. WHUMP. WHUMP. WHUMP. Each bash and pound cemented the self-pity and regret left in the wake of the irritation he'd once nursed.

Keep your big mouth shut, Alex. Mark wouldn't be doing this if you weren't such a dick, Alex. He'd insulted the biggest, strongest fur in the whole dorm, maybe the whole school...hell, as far as Alex was concerned, he'd probably pissed off the biggest guy in the whole damn world. And worst of all, as each blow sent tidal waves of discomfort and pain, the mouse knew it was his fault. He could have handled things better, could have been nicer, could have done something besides growl and grumble in his own head, letting himself burn and boil until those two damning words burst from his lips. But the deed was done. And now he'd have to pay the price for it.

_ _ "I'd have to stomp over and over and over just to get all that snow off..." By the time Mark's thunderous voice rolled back into his ears, Alex couldn't quite tell how long the booming mountain of masculinity had been blasting his puny body into the carpet, still wriggling and helpless beneath the hail of titanic paws, their choking weight, and the flood of intoxicating musk that now slathered his entire form. Then, just as his air-starved, beaten, reeking little form was ready to drop into unconsciousness, the familiar _WHUMP!_arrived without a wave of pounding discomfort. Again, the impact sounded, but there was no pain, no smell. Only a wave of near-weightlessness greeted his battered body, and with a trembling wriggle the puny rodent twitched back to life, his quivering gaze managing to stare up, up, up, past the massive paws that rested oh-so-mercifully to either side of his head, over that hill of a belly and the thick-nippled peaks of rounded pecs, to that same toothy, gleaming grin. Upon the feline's muzzle thick lips flexed, stretched broad as he let his question flow forth, thick and viscous and dripping with satisfaction.

"Now, little rodent...you got a problem with me?"

Alex's aching snout managed to dislodged his jaw from his teeth, his chest reflating with sweet, precious gasps of breath, bulging eyes slowly settling back into his skull. There was none of the boiling irritation or blazing indignance left within his puny body; the panther had mashed it out of him, drowned it in the sweat that coated his fur in a musky, salty glaze. All that was left was a terrified stare, a jaw-dropping sense of awe at what he'd survived, and that the panther had even allowed him to endure such a display. The knowledge that he could have been crushed, permanently pulped, and that Mark had held back rendered him speechless, and Alex could only gape while a strange swirl of fear and gratitude paralyzed his throbbing brain.

Finally managing the energy to jerk his head left to right, quaking words squeaked into the air, breathy and broken, "N-no! I-I'm sorry, it'll never happen again!" His face burned beneath ravaged fur, bones cricking and creaking as he struggled to bring himself to a seated positon, the throbbing pain slowly subsiding as his nostrils burned less and less under the stink of the carnivore, "I-I'll make it up to you, M-mark...wh-whatever you want!"

Above the gleam in those emerald eyes, Mark's ears flickered, tailtip whipping left, then right. "Whatever I want? Now that's an offer I'd expect of a more generous, understanding roommate." The behemoth crouched, and Alex flinched on instinct, the creak and groan of the bones within those pillarlike legs and the jiggle of the fat lining each muscle audible to him as he held his breath. With a deep chuckle, Mark added, "I think I'm gonna take you up on that one, squirt. And for now, I'm gonna make it real easy on you...all you gotta do is stay put."

Alex balked at the odd order, still paralyzed in the carpet as the colossal cat lurched back to his full height, his chunky frame thumping about in a circle after stepping back, leaving the mouse with beautifully untainted breathing air. Just stay there, laying on the ground? After the pounding of those massive feet nearly crushing him to a pulp, he was more than ready to comply with such an effortless command...until the panther's thumbs hooked into his waistband.

The mouse balked in wordless realization, staring upwards as those shorts tumbled down hills of chubby, rounded black flesh like an avalanche, coming to rest about his ankles as his length of fuzzy tail curled high overhead. The thick mounds of asscheek flexed and rolled, lurching forth like a continental shelf as the gigantic male boomed, "Get ready, tiny...I'm gonna show you the first of your new duties as a _proper_roomie..."

With a tiny squeak of a whimper, Alex could only watch as Mark squatted above, chubby cheeks growing taught as that gargantuan weight came down once more. He didn't dare run as the yawning valley between those soft, heavy hills brushed his snout, its unique, sharp musk bursting back into his nostrils. But where he'd nearly gagged beneath the stench of the panther's paws, the rodent inhaled the scent like a perfume, heavy and warm in his lungs. He didn't like it, not in the traditional sense, but as those cheeks slid around his snout, all he could think of was experiencing more of it. He owed Mark, after his outburst...and as far as debts went, the mouse wasn't sure he could complain with such a task.

With a grunt and a sigh, Mark finally seated himself, his weight plopping upon the carpet. This time, the majority of Alex's skinny, three-foot form was spared the agony of being crushed by hundreds of pounds of feline, his chest, middle, and wriggling legs laying beneath the heavy bulge of the big cat's shorts and between his chubby thighs. But as those asscheeks splayed wide upon the carpet, they wedged his face within the mighty crack between them, heavy fat and soft fur mashing him in a hot, heavy layer of flesh and darkness. His lips pressed against something textured and thick, a hairless, rippled ring of flesh that stank so heavily it nearly sent him tumbling towards unconsciousness. Up above, Mark grunted and shuddered, his entire body rippling about the tiny mouse, deepened voice transmitting through layer on layer of pudge.

"Oooh...you're a quick study, Alex..." The heavy, fuzzy sack sprawled upon his chest shifted and rocked, and a low, distant thumping began, slow and soft as the titanic male commanded, "Now, lick it...your roomie needs proper attention..."

Alex winced momentarily at the thought, but as the tailhole flexed about his lips, those mighty asscheeks squeezed his head firmly. The pressure alone sent him springing into action, his tongue slurping forth in wide, sloppy circles around the ring of surprisingly-clean flesh. Saliva slathered it as it pulsed with the thunderous heartbeat that rippled through the pudge against his ears, his drool rendering the hot orifice wet, slick, and flexing wide, nearly stretching the width and height of his whole snout. He moaned loudly as a great waft of musk entered his jaws, the taste and scent of pure masculinity engulfing him as the titanic panther rumbled a purring, rolling echo high above.

"Oof...m-more, rodent...I want more..." The distant thumping grew louder, heavier, an occasional pant rushing between words, "Unf...get in there...a big boy needs a big toy, hehe..." A single thick, heavy hand gripped him about the waist, and with a grunt the panther laid back against the creaking bunkbeds, shoving the mouse firmly between those hefty hills of flesh. "G-get in there, you little fuckboy..."

Alex's snout plunged forth into that dark ring of flesh. He wriggled and thrashed in alarm, but those heavy fingers stayed firm upon his waistline, and his flailing legs met only air. His own saliva lubricated his entry, the wrinkled portal into a realm of hot, humid, and unbearably rank blackness swallowing up his entire head in a series of wet pops and slurps, each eager flex of the strong, stretched orifice drawing him in like a serpent scarfing its meal whole. Simultaneous moans of eagerness and whimpers of distress were drowned amid the wet sloshes, gurgles, and squelches that surrounded him in that musky blackness, lost in the purrs and grunts that rattled the fleshy colossus, the grunt and gasping whines while his face slid and mashed against the walls of that cavernous rectum audible only to him. He soon found himself sliding forth without the need for the feline to forcefully shove him in, each squirm sending him into the smelly void. That fleshy cavity grew stretched and cramped while the hungry tailhole slurped up his chest, his waistline, his thighs like a furry noodle. It stank horribly, it was dark, and hot, and wet, and yet the mouse couldn't help but grind and nuzzle and lick at the sensitive flesh, unable or unwilling to fight his gargantuan roommate.

The noxious air Alex gagged and choked upon sent his head reeling amid the earthquake of every rock and twitch, the deafening echo of every moan and grunt, and the rhythmic, unending impact of fist upon what must have been a throbbing tower of malehood. The blackness was broken only as a fat thumb popped his paws into the stretched, stuffed tailhole, the brief flicker of dim light vanishing as gravity sent him sliding ever backwards, the reek of the blorping, burbling intestines beyond sapping the mouse of his energy. Feeble pushes and scrabblings of frail arms and legs for some sort of stability slowed to a pitiful crawl as his lungs pulled in more fumes than air. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think...all he could do was wriggle and slid against the shifting, rippling walls of wet, reeking flesh, hoping and praying that he was repaying his debt. All the while the steady slap of hand upon shaft cracked in an ever-increasing pace, until it rose above the gurgle and grumble of the chubby titan. A deep, airy gasp echoed like a distant gale through the flabby predator as the slap of throbbing, pulsing flesh reached its crescendo.

Outside, Mark roared and threw his head back, ears folded flat as the entire dorm halted while the behemoth sounded his satisfaction. Gush after gush of thick, milky seed spurted, a geyser of virility that coated the hill of his great belly and broad, hairy chest, flowing forth like milk and honey upon a fertile Promised Land. The thunderous eruption of sound brought Alex back to consciousness with a start, the final, heavy THUMP of bulk upon bedframe accompanying the humid gale from his lips. Within his rectum, a dwindling, dazed Alex, fur coated in sweat and the musk of feline rump, sighed shakily in relief, going limp within that snug cavity. It was over.

"Unf...now that's_more like it..." The feline's booming chuckle, dampened by flab, rolled back into Alex's ears, its proclamation sending his heart thumping alert once more, "We'll be doing this _often, little fella..." A soft slap to his gut sent the flesh engulfing Alex jiggling gently, and for a moment, his heart plummeted into the surrounding blackness, a wriggle of resistance seizing his arms and legs before his addled mind churned out a thought.

It wasn't so bad in there, really. Warm, snug, and the rank, humid musk flooding his lungs had almost grown tolerable. His limbs fell back to limpness, entire body sapped off energy as he lay swallowed up in the feline's rump. It was a fair punishment, his to bear, and as far as punishments went, Alex figured he could almost get used to this one...as long as Mark remembered to let him out, of course.