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Life Makes the Grade

by TechCheetah

Brandon walked across the dormitory lobby, struggling to carry a heavy box full of books. Though panting from the effort, there was a small skip in his step as he approached the elevator and hit the call button with his hip. While waiting, the fox breathed deeply, taking in the scents of countless students that had passed through over the years, many of them nearly faded away.

As Brandon reflected on the long prestigious history of the university he was becoming a part of, a large husky let himself into the lobby. The open door brought in a blast of cool, fresh autumn air, relief to the fox's panting muzzle. The large dog, carrying his own box, walked up beside the little fox, just as the well-worn elevator doors laboriously creaked open. The much smaller canine timidly let the husky walk in first, then quickly trailed behind, panting happily. As the doors closed and the elevator lurched upward, Brandon felt the stare of a pair of light blue eyes.

"You're awfully excited," the husky observed.

The fox's ears dipped back slightly, as he shyly responded, "Yeah, I can't wait to start classes."

The husky chuckled. "Always easy to spot a freshman."

The fox shrugged his narrow shoulders and stared into the corner, feeling a little put off by the dog's attitude. He was very excited, looking forward to having his days and nights consumed by study. In fact, Brandon had selected this school for its historic reputation as a highly regarded, no-nonsense establishment.

After being delivered to his floor, the fox approached his room, but stopped when he noticed that someone else was there. It must be his new roommate. He took a deep breath, and nervously walked through the door.

The fox's eyes were greeted with a light golden pelt covered with a beautiful arrangement of black spots. A cheetah was unpacking a neatly arranged box and carefully organizing its contents onto a bookshelf. When the cat heard the stranger entering the room, he turned around to see who had entered.

"Hey, there he is!" the spotty exclaimed, cracking a smile.

The fox gave a bashful smile in return, and muttered, "Hi."

Putting down the books he was organizing, the cheetah walked up and gave the fox a handshake.

"I'm Vincent, you must be my roomy!"

The small canine returned the eager handshake with a soft squeeze, his paw pads a little sweaty.

"Yeah, I'm Brandon."

"Nice to meet you, buddy! You ready for a fun semester?"

Brandon nodded and began to unpack his box, the cheetah turning his attention back to his own organizing. He continued to make small talk, though, asking general questions, to which the fox replied with short one or two word answers. After a couple minutes, the cheetah started for the door to go get another box. On his way out, he caught sight of the fox's belongings, noting how perfectly they had been packed.

"Hey, looks like I've lucked out and been matched with another neat freak! I think we're going to get along just fine, Bran."

As the feline left the room at a quick trot, the fox muttered to himself. He felt that Vincent was being a little overbearing. In fact, he was already using nicknames that Brandon didn't like. Oh well, he thought, better to have a nice, organized roommate than a careless slob. Maybe he should check his attitude and try to be more friendly himself.

A short time later, Vincent suddenly skipped into the room, another box in his hands. Apparently cheetahs are as fast as they say. However, in contrast to the quick way he had entered the room, Vincent slowly and carefully set down this latest package. But despite his best efforts, the telltale rattling of glass came from the box. The fox's ears immediately perked back, and he slowly turned around to give his roommate a questioning look.

The cat was carefully sliding the box under his bed, clearly trying to put on a nonchalant attitude.

"Uh...what was that?" Brandon questioned.

The cheetah turned around and gave a mischievous grin.

"Can you keep a secret?"

The fox eyed him suspiciously as Vincent shot a quick glance at the door. He then briefly lifted out part of a bottle of flavored vodka, showing it to Brandon, and quickly returning it to its place.

Brandon's eyes went wide, and his shyness slipped away in a bought of indignation: "Uh, you do know this is a dry campus, right? And that we're both underage?"

"Oh yeah, I know. My parents think this place will straighten me up" the cheetah chuckled to himself, then broke a mischievous grin. "But not being allowed to do something just makes it more fun, right?"

The fox sat there, clutching a book with a death grip, "um...."

Noticing his friend's discomfort, the cheetah replied: "Don't worry buddy, I'll be careful."

Brandon wasn't so sure, but he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive as he continued unpacking.

*

In a bustle, Vincent ran up to the library study table with a music history textbook and a travel coffee cup. Brandon couldn't help but chuckle; the cat's loud personality and demeanor always felt so out of place in the library.

"You're late, again," Brandon scolded.

"Man, can you blame me? Last night was wicked!" the cheetah grinned.

"Yeah, I noticed." Brandon replied, sourly. He had to retreat to the library (again) to get away from the drinking and commotion.

The cheetah put his things down and sat at the table. "You really should join us sometime, blow off some steam. You never stop working."

"That's not going to happen."

"Eh, well, alright. We gonna get to studying?" the cat smiled and took a sip of coffee. Except, the smell of something more than coffee reached Brandon's canine nose.

"Please tell me that's just coffee," he said, exasperated, "we're in the library!"

"Okay, it's just coffee." Vincent's face, however, told a different story. "Like I said, wild night." he winked.

Brandon sighed and opened the textbook, though he was doubtful as to how much of their study session Vincent was going to remember. It didn't really matter anyway, because after an hour, right on cue, the cat got super antsy and had to go out for a run. Brandon couldn't believe the cat managed to scrape by on the grades he did. To a certain degree, he resented the bastard for that. At the same time, though, he couldn't stop thinking about the feline's happy-go-lucky demeanor and silly grin. The cheetah just always seemed so happy.

*

Thoughts of the cheetah and his late nights made acing every paper and quiz more and more challenging, until Brandon came up the hardest of them all: his physics midterm. His professor was an overly strict and difficult little ferret who was relentless with his grading. For an entire week, Brandon had been cramming and stressing over the test. He had just finished his last study session with classmates, and was hurrying back to his dorm room to continue stuffing as much information into his brain as possible.

Going over equations in his head, he absentmindedly opened his dorm room door, only to be greeted with blaring music, and a very buzzed roommate dancing by himself in his boxers. Vincent jumped and quickly turned off the music.

"Oh, sorry Bran," the nickname still grated, but Brandon had stopped complaining, "I thought you'd be cramming with your nerdy friends all night," he teased.

Brandon glared at the cheetah, "It's ok. I'll just go back to the library."

Vincent sat back on the bed, and appeared dejected, but his tail was swaying, a dead giveaway that he was in one of his playful moods. Damn cats.

"Aw, I said I was sorry. You know, your brain can only hold so much. At some point, you're just wasting your time cramming all that in."

The fox knew his roommate was right, he was so tense and tired. But he had to keep studying in the chance that his brain would retain some precious knowledge that would help determine his fate the next day.

"You've been so stressed this week," Vincent interrupted his thoughts, "haven't you taken any time to enjoy yourself? Come sit down for a few minutes."

Brandon knew he had no time for fooling around; he was in college to work. But just then, his roommate's playful golden eyes caught his attention. Brandon found himself staring at the slim cheetah relaxed in bed in his boxers, his close fur showing off his lean, but well toned muscles. Brandon felt something strange stir inside him. What could it hurt, sitting down and chatting with his roommate for a few minutes?

The stress and unusual feelings clouded his judgement, and before he knew what he was doing, Brandon sat down next to the spotty. Equations were still floating around his head, but he'd be able to forget it all after tomorrow.

His thoughts were once again violently interrupted when Vincent brought his paws up and touched Brandon's shoulders. Brandon yipped and jumped away.

"What are you doing?" he snapped

"Bran, you're so tense! I don't think I've ever felt someone's muscles be so knotted up!"

Come to think of it, his neck was really sore. Vincent's paws slowly made their way up again, and his pads starting massaging the fox's delicate neck and shoulders. Brandon couldn't help but let out a sigh and lean into the caressing paws. God, that felt nice.

"There you go," he heard the cheetah purr, "take a little time to relax, and maybe you'll be able to focus better."

"You're right," the fox admitted, "that feels really nice."

The cheetah grinned a toothy smile, "want a little drink?"

At first Brandon recoiled at the idea, replying "No thanks." But as the cheetah looked at him with those handsome eyes, Brandon realized that maybe Vincent had a point. Many brilliant minds in the past did some great things after loosening up a bit, maybe the same would help him. What could one drink hurt?

"Actually, uh...I mean...sure."

The cheetah jumped up excitedly, and quickly pulled out a hidden bottle, mixing its contents with some orange juice.

"You won't taste any alcohol, I promise," the cheetah said, as he handed the fox the drink.

The fox took a sip, and found it tasted pretty amazing. What was even more amazing, though, was the feeling of relaxation that washed over his stressed mind and body.

"That's...pretty tasty" he grudgingly admitted.

The cheetah gave Brandon a little hug from behind, which felt even better. What were these feelings this devious cat was giving him?

"You know, if you take your shirt off, you might enjoy the massage more," the cat cooed.

Not wanting the cheetah's attentive paws to stop their work, Brandon slipped out of his shirt, revealing his soft auburn fur and fluffy white chest. The cheetah scooted a little closer and continued teasing out the knots in the fox's back, while Brandon sipped at the drink.

Before he knew it, he had almost finished the forbidden beverage, and he was feeling a little lightheaded and giddy. Suddenly, the cheetah's words broke into his euphoria

"You know, you're a very cute foxy. I'll bet you haven't taken any time to have some fun with a nice vixen, such a shame."

If he was honest with himself, Brandon hadn't even thought much about hooking up with a vixen. Not just because of his studies, but the thought of approaching a female for sex terrified him. Then a connection hit him like a ton of bricks: were his feelings towards Vincent right now what he should be feeling for girls? His thoughts were starting to become scattered.

"You know, this kitty hasn't had some fun in a while, either," he purred into the fox's ear, the smell of vodka hot on his breath. "Maybe we can help each other out a little."

Before he knew what was happening, the cheetah's paws moved around to his chest and began massaging his pecs. The cheetah scooted up close, so that their bodies were touching, the cheetah nuzzling the fox's neck.

"Uh, I don't know..." the fox muttered, confused.

"We can stop if you're not comfortable," the cheetah muttered.

"No, I, uh...that feels really nice," Brandon said, breathlessly.

The cheetah continued caressing the fox's soft chest with one paw, while the other wandered lower to pet and scritch at the fluffy white tummy. Brandon giggled at the tickling, and leaned back into the cheetah, feeling something hard pressing against his backside.

Come to think of it, the cheetah wasn't the only person sporting wood. Looking down in shock, the fox saw his own pants starting to pitch a tent. He hadn't really ever felt this way around another person before, let alone another male. He supposed it should've felt weird or wrong, but damn did it sure feel nice.

Vincent, taking note of the delicious package, slowly slid his hand past the elastic of Brandon's underwear, teasing his tip with a claw and finger. Vincent buckled and let out a loud moan at the feel of someone else intruding into his pants and touching his most intimate parts.

At that moment, a loud knock at the door caused both of the boys to nearly jump out of their pelts.

Their stomachs sank as they heard their RA speaking, and she sounded very annoyed. "Vincent, I need to talk to you! There's been noise complaints about your music, again."

The cheetah dove for a pair of pants and starting putting them on as Brandon opened the door, left with no choice. A large rat named Erin stood there, looking annoyed. She started to say something, but stopped when she saw how frazzled the boys were. Erin could spot mischief from a mile away, and when the boys saw her nose twitch, they knew they were in deep trouble.

"Are you drinking alcohol in the dorms?" she said, accusingly.

Brandon was terrified, he hadn't been in such a predicament before. Never had he come into conflict with authority, and the alcohol was preventing him from thinking straight

"Uh...yeah," he blurted out, standing there, holding his empty drink.

The cheetah's eyes went wide, and he slumped on the bed when he realized they had been caught.

"Well you're both getting written up! And I need not remind you that you only get one warning! Next time you could be expelled!"

*

"OK, you have an hour to complete the test, starting now!"

The ferret hit a button on his stopwatch, and the midterm began. As Brandon looked down at the test, he tried to clear his head of any thoughts not related to this crucial exam. It was difficult to do; he still couldn't believe that he had messed up so badly, that his perfect record was ruined. It gnawed at him, knowing that somewhere the school had noted that he had been caught drinking on campus. Above all, he was angry at the cheetah, who was the cause of his downfall.

Absentmindedly, he began working out the physics problems, calculations droning on. Vincent had known Brandon was vulnerable when he conned him into the drink and massage. Why would he do that? Brandon couldn't believe he had experienced sexual feelings for someone that would hurt him so badly.

"There are 40 minutes remaining on this test."

Shit. Brandon looked down at his paper, realizing he was way behind the pace. He'd never had problems with keeping time on an exam before. Focus. He blazed through the next few problems, but when he looked back over them, found errors in his trigonometry. Amateur mistakes. He quickly went back to fix them.

His relentless professor, who had been solemnly walking amongst the seats, drifted towards Brandon, as if drawn to a flailing student. Once he reached Brandon's seat, he stopped, hovering, staring at the fox's trailing work.

Now being scrutinized by his professor, his poor performance laid bare, Brandon's anger towards himself and Vincent began to flare. What would happen if Vincent was caught with booze again? Being expelled from this school would be the greatest disaster Brandon could possibly imagine. How could the cheetah be so stupid?

Suddenly Brandon caught himself panting. Panting, during a test! He never had test anxiety. He began to panic, and, losing his focus even further, began to forget the solutions to the problems. His stomach sank to his feet.

"Time! Pencils down."

Brandon looked in horror at his half-completed test. He had failed. He would never be able to recover an A in this class; his GPA was ruined. He put his head in his hands, feeling sick.

"Please bring your tests to the front."

Like a zombie, Brandon went through the familiar motions of getting up, turning in his test, and leaving the room. The weight of everything that had happened the last two days was simply too much to handle, he had to find some escape. He feet led him to the one place that was always a refuge, the library. He automatically wandered to the shelf that held one of his favorite books, The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas.

He plopped himself into an armchair with a depressed sigh, and began to read, burying himself in the romantic novel of betrayal and revenge. Just as he was finally beginning to find some respite in the first few pages, he suddenly became aware of someone standing in front of him. He looked up to see Vincent smiling at him with a stupid smirk, his tail swaying. Brandon's eyes narrowed as he just stared back. This was the last person he wanted to see right now.

"Hey Bran! Fancy seeing you here. How'd the test go?"

Brandon simply stared at him, incredulous that the cheetah could still be so upbeat despite what had happened the night before. Did he have no empathy at all for the pain he had caused? Before he knew what was happening, a growl reached his throat. Brandon was such a passive person that it was almost a foreign feeling.

Hearing the wildly uncharacteristic response, the cheetah's demeanor changed instantly, his tail coming to a standstill, ears perked attentively forward. "Uh, I guess it didn't go so well?"

Brandon suddenly stood up, the book falling to the floor. He roughly grabbed the front of Vincent's polo, and pulled him back amongst the bookshelves into a corner.

"You ruined this for me!" It was an effort to be quiet, his words coming out in an angry whisper.

"I'm really sorry, I was trying to help...."

"Turn around"

"What?"

"I said turn around!" The fox said, with a snarl.

Vincent, shaken and confused, complied, and when he was facing the bookshelf, Brandon reached his arms around the cheetah's tight waist, and began to unbutton his pants.

"What are you doing?" the cheetah exclaimed.

"Shut up, someone will hear!" Brandon ordered, moving on to the zipper.

Brandon yanked the cheetah's pants over his hips, revealing the spotty's ass. Brandon put his hands on the fluffy cheeks, and gave them a tight squeeze, his claws digging into skin. When Vincent began to shake, Brandon shoved him against the bookshelf. Good, the cheetah was scared, he'd better be. He was going to get what was coming to him. The fox licked his lips at the thought. He grabbed the cheetah's tail and yanked it up, exposing Vincent's sensitive, pink pucker.

Brandon's hard cock pulsed at the sight of his roommate's vulnerable tail hole, and he unbuttoned and freed it from his pants. He was now completely unaware of where the two of them were, his senses all a wash of anger and lust. Brandon used his tip to tease the other male's tightly closed hole, slickening it with pre. The fox grinned in satisfaction as the cheetah whimpered in response to the teasing. Still pushing the cheetah against the bookshelf, the fox suddenly violently thrust forward, burying his entire cock up Vincent's ass. As Brandon's foxhood was enveloped in tight warmth, the cheetah cried out in surprise and pain.

"Boys, that is not appropriate behavior for this library!"

Brandon suddenly realized that he was still sitting in the library armchair, staring at a librarian breaking up an argument between a large wolf and an even bigger tiger. A painfully hard erection reminded him of the daydream. What had he come to, imagining himself roughly raping his roommate in a public place? He was disgusted with himself; would he never stop spiraling out of control?

There was only one thing left to do. He had to confront Vincent, he had to find another roommate. The cheetah was poison to his future. The fox got up from his chair and left the library, attempting to cover the bulge in his pants with his book.

*

Vincent, focused on typing out a term paper, nearly jumped out of his seat when the dorm room door suddenly flew open and violently slammed into the wall. He stood up when he saw the fox standing there in the doorway, a look of rage and disgust on his face. He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Brandon, what's wrong? What happened?" the cheetah asked, frightened.

"I bombed the test!" Brandon snarled.

"What? How?"

"How?" the fox exclaimed, "What happened is that you got me in trouble! It was all I could think about!"

Vincent looked the fox in the eyes, his ears back and tail sagging. He looked truly devastated.

"Fox, I'm so sorry, I was trying to help, honest."

"Trying to help? How did you think convincing me to drink the night before a midterm would help?"

"I messed up."

"Yeah, well I can't make a mistake like this again. I'm going to ask to be moved. I...can't trust you anymore."

The cheetah just stood there, shaken, and now clearly hurt. Now that the words were out, why did Brandon feel so guilty for saying them? He looked into the cheetah's sincere eyes, and knew that he was putting the blame in the wrong place. He didn't know why fate had ruined his plans, but how could he think that Vincent got both of them in trouble on purpose?

Suddenly, all of the emotions from the last couple days welled up. The stress, remorse, sexual feelings, and anger spilled out as the fox started crying.

As Brandon stood there sobbing, the cheetah briefly hesitated, then slowly approached the fox, putting his arms around him. Brandon fell into the hug, letting his emotions flood, burying his head in the cheetah's t-shirt. He found refuge in that furry chest, the lean, toned arms that surrounded him, the lithe body he was hugging.

After the much needed release of emotions, Brandon stayed in the embrace, letting out a long sigh.

"Are you okay?" the cheetah gently inquired, as he played with the fox's head fur.

"Yeah," Brandon replied, sniffling a little, "sorry I said that."

"I should be the one apologizing," the cheetah said, giving the little fox a bit of a squeeze, "I should have known I was overwhelming you with too much before that exam, but I never meant to hurt you. Can you forgive me?"

The fox pulled back out of the hug, composing himself. The cheetah was still standing there, vulnerable, apologetic. Brandon grinned as a naughty idea crossed his mind.

"It's gonna take more than a hug to make this up to me," Brandon said, staring playfully into the cheetah's eyes.

"What..."

The cheetah's words were interrupted as Brandon grabbed his shirt, swung him around, and pushed him against the wall. The fox forced his pretty muzzle up to the cheetah's, stealing a kiss. The cheetah's surprised, wide-eyed reaction was adorable, but sadly only lasted a few seconds. He recovered himself, and focused on the fox, golden eyes staring deep into amber eyes. Vince parted his lips to the canine's exploring tongue, accepting the kiss.

Brandon, encouraged, pushed the cheetah's shoulders harder against the wall, holding him fast. He pressed his snout hard against the spotty's, lapping and exploring the inside of his mouth. Vince moaned, helplessly pinned against the wall, letting the fox take control.

Still exploring the cat's mouth, Brandon pushed his waist against the spotty's. Brandon's throbbing member was greeted by a fully hard feline cock. He broke a toothy, mischievous fox grin, pleased that the cheetah was so turned on by his punishment.

The fox's dark hands, now free, wandered up the cheetah's shirt to his chest. He felt and massaged the other male's pecs, teasing and pinching his nipples with his claws, eliciting purrs and chirps from the cat. He slowly moved down the sleek, furry torso, feeling over his ribs, tight compact navel, and finally down to his hips. Brandon slipped his hands down the cheetah's sides and just past the waistline of his pants.

Brandon broke the kiss to catch his breath, his mouth wet with the combined spit of fox and cheetah.

"Oh, foxy...", the cheetah moaned.

"Take your sh...shirt off," the fox stuttered, trying to sound commanding.

Without a word, the cheetah slowly took off his shirt, obviously making a show of it. Brandon allowed himself a moment to admire the cat's lean, toned, very sexy body. How had he not taken the time before to admire this beautiful cat? His own cock throbbed in his pants, pushing hard against them.

"My pants are getting a little tight", Brandon hinted.

The cheetah, without question, dropped to his knees before Brandon, and began undoing the fox's button. While the cheetah slowly pulled down the zipper, Brandon slipped his shirt over his own small torso, revealing his plush auburn fur and soft tummy. As he finished, the cheetah admired the heavy bulge poking at the fox's underwear, and began teasing the cock through the fabric with his paw pads, licking his lips. The fox yipped and moaned, and saw that he was beginning to make a sizable spot on his underwear.

"s...suck my dick, cheetah," Brandon managed to say, breathlessly.

Without question, the cat pulled down the elastic of the fox's underwear with a single claw, his full length springing out right in front of the cat's face. Fuck that was hot. As the cheetah pulled the underwear the rest of the way down, the gave the fox's shaft a teasing lick, sending shivers down Brandon's spine. With his hands freed, Vince massaged Brandon's fuzzy balls, and again slowly licked up the length of his shaft, the cat's rough tongue teasing his needy dick.

Finally, the cheetah took the fox's cock into his mouth, slowly, taking a good part of the length.

"Oh my God," the fox exclaimed, his cock enveloped by a warm, slick muzzle for the first time. He began panting, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. It felt better than he could ever have imagined.

The cheetah continued playing with the underside of Brandon's dick with his tongue, while he began to work his head back and forth, stroking the fox cock with his mouth. The ridges at the top of the cat's mouth pulled and teased at his shaft. The fox's thoughts slowed as he lost himself in the rhythm.

The cheetah briefly pulled his muzzle off, "Shouldn't you tell me to take a little more?"

"Uh...yeah, you can take more than that, can't you?" the fox said, trying to keep up his role as master, but struggling to find the breath to talk.

The cheetah looked up into the fox's eyes, and took the cock back in his mouth. He grinned around the slick cock, and suddenly pushed his muzzle all the way forward, burying his nose in Brandon's fur. Brandon cried out as he felt his tip hit the back of the cat's throat, and he instinctively thrust forward, pushing the cheetah back against the wall. Bracing his hands against the wall, he started to pump his cock into the cheetah's mouth, the cheetah reaching his hands around to guide the fox's hips and massage his butt.

Damn, this is one dirty cheetah, the fox thought to himself.

Minutes went by, and the fox started to recognize the familiar building that happened when he pawed off. But he wasn't ready to finish this yet. With an effort, he put his hands on the Vince's head, holding it against the wall and grudgingly pulling his cock out of the warm mouth, a mess of pre and thick spit from the back of the cat's throat.

Both were panting hard, and it took Brandon a few seconds to catch his breath to talk. This time, he knew exactly what to say.

"Get up and take your pants off."

The cheetah jumped up and quickly pulled his pants down. The spotty's cock must have been aching for release for some time. As Vince's underwear came off, his own pink feline shaft fell out, glistening above fuzzy white balls.

"Go bend over the coffee table."

The cat did as he was told, bending over to rest his hands on the coffee cable, his tight, adorable ass facing Brandon. The cheetah looked back to see the fox gawking, and slowly raised his tail in invitation.

The mix of scents that hit Brandon's nose were more than he imagined in his daydreaming. The scent of feline, sweat, and musk drew him. His own cock dribbled pre onto the floor. He reached out and spread the spotty's cheeks wide, inviting more of the scent, exposing the cheetah. Just like in his daydreams, the fox traced his pointed tip around the outside of the cheetah's tight hole, teasing it and slickening it with pre and spit.

"Please, punish me!" the cheetah whimpered.

Brandon needed no more encouragement. He slowly rocked his hips forward, sending his tip into the eager cat's hole, spreading it open. He gradually inched in, savoring the moments of his first time as a top, until he reached his swelling knot.

"Fuck me!" the cheetah whispered, hoarsely.

Brandon starting rocking back and forth, his red length sinking deep into the cheetah and reappearing again, the tight asshole clinging to his length as he pushed and pulled. He quickened the pace, engulfed in the pleasure and the smells, the sight of the cat sprawled in front of him, submissive.

"Yeah, angle down a little bit. There!" Vince instructed the first timer. "Aw fuck yeah!"

Brandon complied, nailing the cat's prostate with each trust. Vince murred and began to dribble pre onto the coffee table, creating a little puddle.

Encouraged by the cat's dirty talk, Brandon picked up the pace, fiercely fucking Vince's asshole. As instinct took over, he urged his knot forward, thrusting hard.

"Ow! Whoa, easy. You gotta stretch me out a little bit first," Vince guided again, "Try going a little further with each trust"

Brandon slowed a little, and looked down at his dick sunk into the cat's asshole. He gradually pushed forward, the hole stretching and clinging close to his knot. He pulled out and pushed again, stretching the tight hole a little further each time, his knot getting deeper and deeper. Every time he stretched the cat wider, Vince let out a loud moan of pleasure.

He finally worked halfway up the knot, when he was suddenly sucked in, his full length buried deep in the cheetah. As the cheetah yelped in pleasure, the pressure sent Brandon over the top, as he shot load after load into Vince, riding the wave of climax.

As he fell from the peak, the cheetah pleaded with him, "Please, I'm so hard..."

Brandon wrapped his paw around the cheetah's dripping member. He began pumping his arm, jerking off his obedient bottom. The cat purred and thrust into his hand, and after only a handful of strokes, his whole body shook. Brandon felt the cheetah's insides clench around his buried dick as the cat shot his seed all over the coffee table, mixing it with his pre.

Once Vince had ridden out the wave, the two collapsed on the floor, tied together and panting heavily. Brandon hugged Vince tight, and without a word between them, both laid in each other's arms, catching their breath. Once their pulses had slowed, Vince grabbed a pillow from the bed and put it under their heads, sleep coming quickly. Brandon fell into a deep, relaxed sleep that he realized he hadn't had in a long time.

*

The fox's dreams were interrupted by his alarm signaling that it was 6 AM. Time to wake up for study group. He quickly turned it off, and turned back to look at the still snoozing cheetah. Like a typical cat, Vince loved his sleep time, which usually took more than an alarm clock to interrupt. Brandon looked down at the cat's cute butt, now a dried mess of spit, pre and sperm that sharply contrasted with the cheetah's neat, light golden pelt. Brandon felt a stirring in his sheath and, with a devious grin, decided to cuddle back next to the cat, closing his eyes.

There'd be time to study later, after all.