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Chapter 10: VIP

Pages 81-115

Another week of classes passed. Chris found himself buried by essays and other projects assigned by Meyers and his other professors. He was unable to go back to the club to attend on Tuesday due to the grueling workload. Marcus stayed away from the club for the time being while focused on the same out of class work Chris had been assigned. They helped one another with the work as best they could. However, Chris noted that he frequently had to correct Marcus' grammar and spelling and occasionally took the liberty of rewriting entire sentences for him. Marcus offered no small thanks in return. They took frequent breaks from the homework to rest their eyes over Cole's video discs and magazines, which often led to masturbating to the content side by side. Nevertheless, they refrained from engaging with one another.

Chris grew particularly fond of the female felines as if drawn to it like a moth to the flame. He found himself entranced by their unusual genitalia and their powerful ejaculating climaxes. He had never been fond of futa or hermaphrodite pornography, but this was something else. These cat girls didn't have cocks. However, their enlarged clits, which had similar features to the male feline members, were almost enchanting. Of course, their ejaculate wasn't semen. It was some kind of sticky, slimy, and clear lubricant. The size of their clits varied throughout the different magazines and videos he viewed. However, he guessed the smallest he saw was just over an inch long, while the longest neared four inches after using some kind of clit pump to engorge it. During a female climax, they often unleashed a torrent of liquid from their erect clits amounting to more volume than most human males and that included himself.

Of course, Marcus was inherently more attracted to the canine girls with their meaty, swollen pussy lips gleaming with a sheen of moisture. Of all the hybrid females Chris watched, he noticed one unifying factor. They all seemed to produce a great deal more juice than any female he had seen in a normal porno. Of course, the amount of pre-ejaculate the males produced was nearly as unbelievable. He realized he didn't know that much about animal husbandry to know what was normal for the various animal species which had contributed to their DNA makeup. Chris couldn't help but wonder if these were designed features or some genetic code thrown in by a scientist that got off on the idea. Of course, it could just be a side effect of blending human and animal DNA as well. He figured the latter was more likely, once he considered he was the first known human to have sex with a fur. Of course, this wasn't the first time he had noticed abnormalities in their sexuality that he hadn't heard or read anything to support an explanation, either. He had the same thoughts when he had first noticed the impossibly large clit of the mare in the orgy event at the club.

His mind was even more confused as he considered how much pre-ejaculate he had produced while attending the club. It wasn't as if he hadn't masturbated before he had arrived at the university to know what was normal for him. He could attribute some of the difference he had noticed to the amount of time he spent aroused. He would have rubbed one out in the shower quickly before his mother complained about him using too much hot water when he lived at home, but here was different. He would spend hours watching the rutting in the rings with a raging erection. He could have a string of precum hanging to his knees, by the time the club closed or his name was called to participate. He supposed the extent of his arousal could be partly to blame as well. Those were the only two factors, which he could think of to explain the differences. It wasn't as if being a fur was contagious. He only considered the amount of time he had been spending perusing porn lately briefly, before he disregarded it. Even if it was slightly affecting him, he didn't plan to change a thing.

***

The week had turned into a very grueling and uneventful week. The biggest excitement was when a few tremors struck unless you thought the announcement of the earth's near agreement to the Galactic Trade Federation was big news. Of course, Chris thought the tremors were exciting since he hadn't previously experienced one. He thought they were experiencing a full-blown earthquake until he was informed otherwise. Of course, the others delighted in his brief panic and hysteria. He did have to admit he laughed as well. At least, he did when it was over. The biggest concern was whether the inspection of the gymnasium would be done by Friday. Chris understood that all the buildings needed inspected for needed repairs, but the closing of sublevel floors until inspections where complete confused him. As far as he was concerned, there would be little difference if a building collapsed on you while you were on the first floor or in a sub level. You were not walking away from it no matter what floor you happened to occupy.

Chris didn't understand the excitement during the discussion of the world summit any better. There were those in class who seemed to be under the impression that humans would become more accepting of furs as they dealt with the alien races more frequently through the trade deal. Others seemed to be angered by the fact that alien races would be granted greater freedom to come and go as they pleased than they themselves were given. He could see both sides. However, he failed to see why they let themselves become so upset over something they could not influence.

***

As the week finally came to an end with all their assignments submitted, Chris and Marcus bounded from their chairs once class dismissed. They were more than eager to resume their forbidden acts of perversion in the bowels of the University once more.

"Chris... Marcus... could I have a moment of your time," Professor Meyers called as he caught the two young men nearly bolting down the hall from their class.

"Yeah, sure," Marcus replied quickly.

"The dean of students and I would like to have a few minutes of your time," Professor Meyers explained awkwardly.

"What's up?" Marcus questioned more suspiciously.

"It involves the new student. That is all I can say until we reach the dean's office," Professor Meyers replied nervously before he began to lead the young men to the dean's office.

Chris was nearly alarmed when the professor asked for a moment of their time. He didn't know what they could be the trouble but being invited to the dean of student's office was not a common occurrence. Well, he still had the dean checking on him nearly every other day, but he was nearly becoming used to that abnormality. The announcement it was about the new student, caused him to breathe a little easier until they reached the dean's office where the dean was already conversing with Blake. His heart raced as he wondered what was wanted with the three of them. He only knew of one thing all three of them had in common. He didn't even know what course of study Blake was taking and he had no desire to discuss the club with the dean.

"It is good to see you again, Chris... Marcus," the dean greeted with handshakes and a politician's practiced smile. "How are you getting along young man? Blake here assures me you are getting along rather well with the other hybrids," the dean continued without actually waiting for any responses or realizing he had just insulted Blake and Marcus.

Chris was quick to notice their displeasure. Nevertheless, he couldn't say anything about it here. "I am doing well, sir. All of the furs I have met have been very nice to me," Chris replied carefully while he wished he were better at hiding his nervousness.

"You still haven't had any trouble with any hybrid have you," the dean continued to question again without as much as listening to the answers he was given.

"No... no problems, everyone has been real nice," Chris repeated kindly despite his irritation at the use of the term hybrid as much as having to repeat himself. However, he couldn't help but wonder when it had become to bother him. Nevertheless, he was even more frustrated when he realized the dean was still talking.

"...like I was telling Blake here, I... or the university needs your assistance," the dean repeated before he returned to his seat behind his desk. "The new student is humanoid, but not of earth origin. He is from the Gemini quadrant. He is one of the Common Wealth as they call themselves. He will be the first alien life form to attend an earth university and it will happen right here at Furton. That is why I have asked the three of you here. I want the three of you to make sure we extend every hospitality we have to offer to ensure he is comfortable," the dean explained as he struggled to contain his excitement.

"I am sure we will do what we can," Marcus began with a frown. "Who is his roommate?" he questioned as he glanced at Blake and nearly laughed at the large man's frightened looks in response to his suggestion.

"We were hoping, the two of you would volunteer for this opportunity," the dean added with a frown.

"We already have... we are roommates. I don't think there is enough room for three of us," Chris began to protest, before he thought it through.

"That is not a problem. I am glad you two don't have any objection... do you?" the dean asked with a glare that dared them to give any.

"How will... that will not...," Marcus began to stutter in protest but suspected he already knew it was a done deal.

"I have taken the liberty to move all of your things while you were in class to your new dorm now that the construction is all but finished," the dean explained with an eager smile.

"How much money are we talking?" Blake questioned with a frown.

"I don't follow," the dean replied with a faked confusion.

"How much did they offer to get a student admitted in the middle of the school year, into a brand new...," Blake began but felt he had already discovered his answer.

"The young man has invested quite a sum of his own money into this school over the years. He wants to spend some time here. I would appreciate it if you three showed him around while you make sure nothing unfortunate happens to him. He will not stay here very long as I understand it. He wants to do some joint research with our staff while here. He has even agreed to share any patent rights," the dean explained carefully.

"I thought all patents and discoveries were owned by the university," Professor Meyers questioned with a frown.

"Well, normally they are... However, this is such a rare opportunity. Their technology far exceeds ours," the dean replied defensively as he turned on the professor with a scowl.

"I don't know why you chose us," Chris complained but he already knew the answer. They had used him as a guinea pig. He wondered if the last human had been accepted for the sole purpose to make the way for this alien to attend.

"I assure you we will do everything possible to make the man feel at home," Marcus declared with a strained grin.

"That is what I wanted to hear... splendid just splendid," the dean declared enthusiastically as he bounced from his chair to escort the young men to his office door. "You will need these to enter your new dormitory," he added as he handed the two young men a new identification, which would unlock the automated doors to the new dormitory. "I will expect you to meet us at the terminus to welcome our new guest tomorrow at 4:30 sharp. It may be a good idea for all of you to be there early," he added before his data pad began to chirp. "If you can give me a minute," he said once he recognized the sender. He opened the message and felt his heart jump to his throat as he continued. "There's been a change of plans. They are on their way now. I need you four ready to receive the young man as soon as possible at the dome terminus," the dean announced nervously.

"Now?" Blake questioned in disgust.

"Right now," the dean answered more forcefully than he intended. "Now if you will excuse me, I must get to the terminus," he added before he took off at a run.

"What an ass," Meyers, grumbled with a glare as he watched the fat dean try to run down the corridor. However, the stifled chuckles from the young men brought him back to his senses. "Look boys, I am sorry," he continued as he began to lead them away. "I didn't know about all of this. I was told a wealthy investor wanted to spend some time visiting the university. I don't know...," he continued to apologize, but hesitated, before he accessed his data pad. "There doesn't seem to be much information about those from that planet or their society. It says they are very reclusive. According to this they, refuse to meet anywhere besides one their starships. They will not allow any other species on their home planet or any of their colonies. We have no information on their traditions, culture, or society structure. It appears this will be the first time one from their planet has actually visited earth, if you can believe that," he explained in disgust.

"What do they look like?" Blake asked curiously.

"It says they are diminutive in stature but it doesn't have a picture. I suppose we will find out shortly anyway," Professor Meyers answered with a frown. "Well, I guess I will see you boys at the terminus," he added before he turned to leave.

Chris watched the professor leave, while he tried to understand what had just happened to them. "I think I know how we got were stuck with this, but how did you get wrapped up in this mess," he asked as he looked at Blake before the three of them walked casually to return to their dorms, where they would clean up before they met this new student.

"The dean seems to be under the impression that this guy will be accepted by the others if he is seen hanging out with me a few times. Well, that and he actually told me I am to keep him from having his head bitten off," Blake answered with a chuckle. "I think he intends one of you to babysit this silver spoon every minute of the day," he added as he laughed and slapped Marcus on the back as they continued walking.

"You mean the three of us," Chris corrected and laughed hysterically as Blake's mirth ended abruptly.

"Well, I for one don't intend to miss the club tonight," Marcus, declared with a frown.

"There isn't any club tonight. I don't think there will be one tomorrow. There must have been some sort of damage from the tremors, because they have the entire gym blocked off with construction barriers," Blake corrected with a frown.

"Fuck! Please tell me you are joking," Chris complained, as he felt stricken with panic before he realized he had stopped walking.

"Well, haven't you become the regular horn ball," Marcus teased with one of his familiar grins.

"Maybe you can turn the new guy into a horn ball as well," Blake suggested as he studied Chris. He had to admit that the man hadn't been at all what he expected. "Let's keep moving, unlike you two I still have a date tonight," Blake boasted with a hearty laugh at his friend's expense.

***

Chris and Marcus had decided to drop their things off in the old dorm room, before they headed to meet the new student since they didn't actually know where their new room was in the new building. They figured they could take the time to pick up their things and find it after they met the guy.

Chris recognized the male canine security guard as the same one he met when he arrived. He realized there was a possibility of another roughly seven feet tall canine guard covered in dusky and black mid-length fur, which appeared similar to a husky covered in coal dust, but the odds had to be rather unlikely.

"Chris, Marcus, and Blake..." the guard announced as the young men stepped from the train to the transit station platform. "Please follow me," he instructed before he turned to lead the way, once he received nods from the young men.

"Is he here already?" Chris questioned curiously.

"They have been here since about noon and have caused all manner of headaches," the guard replied with a curse and a low growl.

"Since noon?" Chris questioned with a frown.

"So what do these aliens look like?" Marcus asked with a frown and he pictured a walking bowl of jello similar to the blob thing in the cheap sci-fi flick.

"They could be little green men for all I know. The only thing I do know about them is they are not very considerate. I could watch their ship as it landed until it was too low to see and I could swear they had to land right at the doors. Since then the terminus has been locked down. No one is allowed to enter or leave, until this VIP has entered the dome. I don't understand it," the guard complained as he continued to lead them to the exit decontamination area. "I will have your clothes waiting for you when you return," he added as he stopped to wait for them to disrobe.

"Is there anything you can tell us about who we are supposed to meet?" Chris continued to probe as he began to undress without hesitation. However, he couldn't help but realize how much his attitude about his nudity changed in such a short time.

"The dean seems to be convinced the man is some sort of royalty. You should keep in mind that the dean is also a famous idiot," the guard answered with a chuckle as he held the door open for the young men to enter the decontamination chamber.

Chris entered the room and stepped on the conveyer first, while the others hesitated and the recording began to recite the instructions to breathe normally repeatedly. He thought it was because he was anxious to see what the new student would be like. However, it didn't take him long to realize why Marcus and Blake hesitated when they began to sneeze with every spray or sprits of sanitizer. "I suppose having a sensitive nose isn't always an advantage," he teased with a grin at his friends who continued to sneeze until they exited the decontamination area. There was a set of generics waiting for each of them at the exit. "I have to admit it. I am kind of excited," he declared as he quickly dressed.

"I am not," Blake grumbled as he dressed slowly.

"Try to keep an open mind," Chris encouraged as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other anxiously while he waited for his friends.

"So far we know he is wealthy, short, inconsiderate, and possibly royalty. What could go wrong?" Marcus replied sarcastically as he counted his complaints off on his fingers.

"Doesn't look good," Blake, agreed with a nod.

"Oh, come on...," Chris, protested with a frown for their attitudes. "That is the same attitude the humans have," he added but restrained from pointing out the attitude was held towards furs despite thinking it. However, he never received any reply for his observation as they exited the dressing area to the main lobby, which seemed to be overrun with men in fatigues and federal types. "Holy shit," Chris mumbled in surprise.

"It doesn't look good," Marcus grumbled as they proceeded forward.

"Chris, Marcus, Blake," the dean called as he trotted towards the young men. "Please come with me," he instructed as he gasped for his breath.

Chris took the lead once again as they followed the dean outside the lobby to the strangest scene he had ever witnessed. There was what he assumed was the shuttle, which had brought their guest where it landed in the middle of the street, despite the size of the thing claiming it was a full-blown spacecraft. Nevertheless, it covered all the lanes of the wide avenue and beyond. It was huge. It was at least, three to four times the size of the shuttles he had seen at the spaceport in which he had visited on a field trip in high school. The fact that they actually landed the thing here instead of the spaceport was beyond odd in his eyes.

However, Chris thought that paled to the thirty something men standing in a circle around two others in the center. One stood over the other who was knelt down as if bowing. The tallest man forming the circle couldn't have been an inch over four feet tall. He realized they barely varied in height once he began to study them further. "Clones?" he asked once he began to realize they all looked nearly identical but appeared to vary in age.

"Oh, this is weird," Blake, observed in a whisper, before the dean turned on them with a sshhh and a scowl.

Chris was sure there was something different about the man kneeling in the center of the circle besides his all black clothing. He could tell he was larger than the others were because the man standing over him didn't stand much taller than the other man while kneeling.

"Your escorts have arrived," the dean announced nervously before he wiped the perspiration from his brow.

Chris noticed the short man standing in the center glared at the dean for reasons he didn't understand. However, it was the kneeling man, which interested him as the man looked up from his bowed position to reveal he wore a full-face shield, which was tinted black to conceal all of his facial features. "Its Darth Vader," he whispered jokingly, which caused both Blake and Marcus to snort as they tried to contain their laughter. However, it was more than obvious to him the dean didn't seem to find any humor in it as he glared. Chris was sure the kneeling man was looking straight at him now. He felt his face flush as he realized nearly everyone was. Nevertheless, he was startled when the standing man in the center turned to catch the kneeling man looking at him.

Chris watched in disbelief as the standing man snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground as if the kneeling man were a dog. He heard both Blake and Marcus gasp as short men rushed toward the kneeling man, while metal tubes with glowing blue tips seemed to unfold from their hands, before they began to beat the kneeling man mercilessly.

"Dean? They are going to kill him," Chris complained, as the beating seemed to drag on forever. He could see sparks jump from the end of those metal tubes while they made a swoosh noise as they cut through the air. Then there was an audible snap as what appeared to be electricity jumped from the tube to the kneeling man's back, which was followed shortly by a loud thud once the tube connected with the man. He was sure it was over as the men returned to the perimeter of the circle. However, the men who had stayed on the perimeter during the beating rushed in to continue the beating once the others were on station. "Fuck... do something," Chris whispered once the men changed positions once again.

"The escorts are ready to assume responsibility of him," the dean announce with a croak.

Chris wondered if the dean had made it worse, when the man standing in the center turned to glare at them. Then without warning all of the men seemed intent on killing the kneeling man. He felt helpless as he watched them continue to brutalize the poor man. However, it ended as abruptly as it started.

"You may go," the man standing man in the center announced with a smug grin.

Chris wasn't too sure who he was talking to until the kneeling man began to stand, which was unbelievable in itself. He would have thought the man would have died fifteen minutes ago. He did notice the man stumble a little as he stood. However, it was hard for Chris to pay attention to the man's wobbly legs when he was busy gaping for the man's unbelievable height. He had to be nearly as tall as Blake was. "Please come with us," he finally managed to squeak out of his dry mouth.

"What the fuck was that?" Marcus whispered as he followed Chris back to the lobby, while looking back to make sure that the poor man was following them. To his surprise, the man was right behind Blake.

"Fuck if I know. We will get him inside and away from... what the fuck?" Chris whispered a curse in reply.

"Good idea," Blake agreed with sympathy. "Well, I guess he isn't royalty," he added but didn't find it as funny as it had sounded in his head.

"You need to undress here. We will go through a decontamination room to enter the dome," Chris explained as they arrived at the entrance, which now had screens erected for privacy. However, he couldn't contain his frown as the man returned to kneeling as soon as they stopped walking.

"Proceed... I will follow shortly," the man replied with a deep gravelly voice.

Chris didn't argue, but he didn't like leaving the guy behind. Nevertheless, he could understand if the fellow wanted a little privacy. He remembered having the same reluctance not that long ago. He did notice he wasn't the first one onto the conveyer this time.

"What the fuck?" Marcus questioned again.

"Have you ever heard of anything like that," Blake asked as he and Marcus looked to Chris.

"Why are you looking at me?" Chris asked defensively.

"Because we have never even been allowed outside of the dome before today," Marcus explained with a scowl before he started sneezing at the damn spray nozzles. "We have... just been... following... you," he added between sneezes as he shook his head and snorted.

"I hadn't even thought of that," Chris admitted with a grin for his forgetfulness.

"Ah, fresh air," Blake declared with relief as they exited the conveyer of torture.

"Let's get dressed and wait for him outside," Chris suggested as he began to dress quickly.

"Don't you want to see what he looks like?" Marcus teased with a grin.

"I didn't know humans grew that big," Blake grumbled with a frown as he hesitated donning his clothes to stare at the exit of the torture device.

"He isn't human... remember?" Chris corrected with a shake of his head as he realized his friends had only donned their shirts. "Now you are just showing off," he teased as Blake's flesh began to reveal itself.

"Because I can," Blake replied with a chuckle before he sneezed on last time, which invoked a stifled curse.

"He has already been nearly beaten to death. I don't think it would be fair for you to assault him with that pipe of yours before he has time to recover," Marcus continued to jest with a snicker.

"Come on," Chris urged before his friends finally slipped on their pants. It seemed as if they had to wait forever for the stranger to exit the door. He was actually starting to become concerned before the man exited to kneel before them. "Ah, you don't have to kneel all the time," he assured awkwardly.

"Yes, young master," the man replied but remained kneeling.

Chris looked to both Marcus and Blake for advice. However, they just shrugged their shoulders at him in reply. "My name is Chris. This is Marcus and Blake," Chris continued with a shake of his head. "What is your name?" he asked in frustration after a long awkward silence from the man.

"I have no name," the man answered.

"How can you not have a name? What do people call you?" Marcus snapped in frustration.

"Please, young masters... Please do not ask me questions at this time. Please lead on young masters," the kneeling man begged.

"Oh, yeah this isn't good at all," Blake, grumbled as he began to stomp away in frustration.

"Chris... Chris...," the guard called as he noticed the young men with the new guest in tow. However, he was puzzled when the strangely dressed man knelt once they stopped walking.

"Yeah," Chris replied with a sigh. "He likes to kneel a lot evidently. It must be part of their culture," he explained weekly once he recognized the guards questioning looks.

"Well, that is odd. Did you explain he doesn't need to kneel here?" the guard suggested but realized his question was foolish. Of course, they did. They wouldn't want to be seen with this man kneeling every time they stopped walking. "I forgot to tell you that all four of you have been given V.I.P. status. That grants you access to nearly everywhere in the city except for the labs. I understand he has special access to some of those as well," he explained as he found himself frowning at the kneeling man.

"Thanks... come on," Chris replied as he went to pat the poor man on the shoulder. However, he was startled as the man dropped lower to the ground before he could. "Oh, sorry I forgot," he apologized once he realized the man was probably rather sore from his beating. He couldn't help but to sigh once he realized how difficult this could be, before he caught himself shaking his head at the man's strange behavior. "Damn, he's a tall fellow," he heard the guard comment as they continued to the train, which had evidently been held for them. He boarded it first and took a seat. However, he nearly laughed at the groans from his friends as the man knelt in the middle of the floor. "You can sit down in one of the seats," he offered in disbelief.

"Yes, young master," the man replied but remained kneeling.

***

By the time, the four of them arrived at the university they decide to escort the strange man to the new dorm by every back alley and narrow passage they knew to avoid being seen with him kneeling or any other strange thing he may do. "Where do you swipe the key card?" Chris asked as they came to the room labeled with a one. It wasn't hard to find their room. It was the first room past the large empty lobby. "It unlocks as it senses your identity approaching," he heard the once again kneeling man explain. "Well, that is different," Chris, replied with a raised brow to his friends. "Thanks," he offered, but didn't wait around as the kneeling man offered his welcome. Instead, he opened the door to their new dorm room. He wasn't entirely sure what to think as they entered. It looked so similar to their old room. The colors were identical, down to matching sheets. At a glance, it was almost the same except for the third bed at the back of the room, which gave the room three identical bed, dresser, and desk sets. However, as he walked to which would normally be his bed he began to realize the enormity of it. "Is that a king size bed?" he asked in disbelief.

"Hell yeah," Marcus declared enthusiastically as he threw himself on the huge bed. He wouldn't have any problems rolling over in this thing.

"I'll be damned," Blake mumbled as he eyed the oversize beds with envy. He barely fit the standard size bed in his dorm.

"Please young masters. I beg of you for permission to ask questions," the kneeling man pleaded.

"You don't have to beg. You don't have to kneel," Marcus snapped in frustration.

"Ask what you wish," Chris replied with a sigh as he scowled at his friend for his temper and brash answer.

"Have you seen any of the people here? Have you seen someone from the common wealth or any one new who doesn't belong or doesn't seem to have a purpose?" he asked as carefully he kept his face to the floor.

"No...," Chris replied hesitantly.

"Just you," Blake grumbled and he was rewarded with a stifled chuckle from Marcus.

"This is important. You are sure," the man looked up at the hybrids and held their eyes one at a time while they answered until he was satisfied with their response. "Please forgive. I will do my best to... ascim... assimilate. It will not be easy. I beg for your... understanding," he explained after he stood.

"We will help if we can," Chris promised but was disappointed when Marcus and Blake remained silent.

"May I?" the man asked as he reached for the hood covering his head.

Chris realized for the first time that the man wore gloves as well, which was rather strange considering the temperature outside. He supposed the man may be used to a much warmer climate, but is still struck him as odd. "Make yourself at home," he offered with a smile, while he waited in anticipation to see what the man looked like.

"It wouldn't be permitted at my home," the man replied as he hesitated from removing his hood.

"He means go ahead," Blake corrected with irritation. He really should have already been gone but he couldn't deny he had grown curious about the stranger.

"Thank you," the man replied as he pulled back his hood before he deactivated his mask. His eyes blinked until they adjusted to the brightness of the room. "It is brighter than I requested," he added while he became comfortable.

"Well, that is new," Chris, admitted after watching the man pull back the hood on his odd clothing to reveal his entire head was incased in another material. He found himself blinking in denial as the material disappeared into a collar around his thick neck with slight whoosh noise. It made the way the man blinked several sets of eyelids of varying shades once the dark mask no longer covered his face almost seem normal.

"Please excuse," the man, asked as he passed the two gorgeous hybrids blocking the front of him to go to where his things should be stored.

Chris watched as the man went to the desk to remove something from the drawer as if he knew it would be there. Then he heard a pssst... pssst... noise before he realized the man's gloves had disappeared.

"That is better," the man declared as he turned to examine his escorts closer. "What a magnificent specimen. You look simply... my words fail me. You have no idea how honored I am," the man proclaimed.

"You still haven't told us your name," Blake accused as he glared at the large man who was looking at him like a lab rat.

"Yes, I am forbidden to take a name. It is not a punishment, which I would risk willingly. You may pick something to call me but it must be something generic," the man replied.

"Generic?" Marcus questioned with a frown.

"Forbidden to take a name?" Blake protested at the absurd notion as his scowl deepened.

"What are you normally called?" Chris asked curiously.

"The people are telepathic. They don't actually call me, but I am... sometimes I am referred to as One. It is less unpleasant than other designations," One replied hesitantly. He could not claim the name one, because it was forbidden.

"One is a number not a name," Chris complained with a frown while he wondered when the man had replaced his gloves once again.

"I am one of seven. I am eldest. I am one," One explained carefully.

"What else do they call you," Chris asked with frustration.

"It means excrement," one replied with a frown for his distaste for that designation.

"You let them call you shit?" Marcus asked with skepticism.

"It is complicated," One insisted with a sigh. He knew this would be difficult. However, he hadn't imagined it would be this difficult. "You may choose a name to call me, which may reflect what I am. You could call me soldier, or warrior, or something of that nature," he continued to explain.

"Have you ever done any hunting," Chris asked curiously.

"In a way," one replied with a sigh.

"Hunter is a name you give your dog," Marcus snapped in irritation.

"Well, do you want to go around calling him one all the time," Chris protested before he heard the psst... psst... noise again. "What is that?" he asked curiously.

"Mostly tranquilizers... it helps me stay calm so I can concentrate. I am not real familiar with this language," one explained as he held out his applicator.

"Why are you excited," Chris continued to question.

"They excited me," one replied nervously. Psst... psst...

"You are not going to overdose on that are you," Chris questioned with concern.

"Why do we excite you?" Marcus questioned with a scowl.

"I can't overdose. I have tried. You excite me because... look at you... excellent specimens of hybrids... just marvelous... fine physical condition... gorgeous," One answered honestly, but didn't understand the glares he received for his answers.

"We prefer furs," Chris corrected as he remembered it wasn't long ago he made the same mistake.

"Furs? ...But not all hybrids have fur," One protested in his confusion.

"I tell you what. We will call you Hunter and in exchange you will refer to hybrids as furs," Chris proposed and knew he had a deal when the big man shook his head vigorously while showing his hideous teeth in his oversize mouth. Psst... psst... "Okay, Hunter it is," Chris agreed with a sigh, while he tried not to stare at the large man. He was sure the man was actually a couple inches taller than Blake was now that they were standing close to each other. However, it was the features of the man's face, which made it hard not to stare. His nose was just unnaturally wide. He could swear the man had the makings of a very short muzzle once he took in the way his square jaw jutted out and his oversized lips stretched to the side of his face. His ears were definitely human in shape despite being too big. However, one seemed to be missing pieces of it. He couldn't help but wonder how the man had earned the numerous scars adorning his odd human like head. There was a rather jagged line, which ran from his forehead and across his eye to his cheek. The other side of his face had one that went from his mouth to his ear, where it became lost in what could have been an old burn or something. The overall effect made him appear like the Classic Frankenstein monster.

"Do you need anything from me? I need to go. Leah will already be pissed at me as it is," Blake complained once he decided he had enough of this man. His curiosity could only hold him here for so long and that time was long passed.

"Is there somewhere I can purchase new clothes? I would like to stand out a little less," Hunter explained after a little thought. "Who is Leah? Is she another hy... ah... fur?" he asked excitedly once he realized he might be able to meet another gorgeous specimen.

"Nothing will be open this weekend and she is Blake's girlfriend," Chris explained as he began to study the man's strange clothing. He had no idea what kind of material it was, but it resembled the stuff people wore in the retro martial arts flicks. "Blake could you drop off a couple pairs of sweats he can wear until we get to a store," Chris suggested more than asked. However, it only took a glance to know Blake didn't care for the idea.

"I have to go, but I can drop off a pair in the morning," Blake agreed reluctantly.

"Thank you," Hunter offered as he nearly fell to his knees to kneel. "Sorry, I will get better. I promise," he swore nervously. He hadn't anticipated how exciting this would be for him and it clouded his mind beyond what he anticipated.

Blake let out a sigh before he turned to depart while he shook his head in disgust all the way out the door. "Good luck babysitting," he called from the hallway. He couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard Marcus groan at his teasing.

Hunter didn't understand the joke. He didn't ask either. He knew it hadn't gone as he had hoped. Instead of asking for an explanation, he turned to inspect his new accommodations.

"They had better bring my computer tomorrow or I will go steal the one from the old dorm," Marcus declared once he realized there wasn't a monitor in the room.

"These are the best on the intergalactic market," Hunter corrected with a frown.

"What are?" Marcus asked in his confusion. He tried to hide his flinch as the he heard an unseen computer at his desk began a boot up sequence. Within seconds, his personalized desktop was shining with stunning detail above his desk. "What the hell?" he asked as he crawled off his massive bed. "This is sick," he declared in open amazement at the holographic image floating in the air. "How do I operate it?" he asked in his excitement.

"It is the same as your other computer but it is actually integrated in your desk. You can activate the computer by pressing the upper right corner of the desk surface. If you touch, the surface of your desk while the computer is activated everything you require is there. All of your personal files should have already been transferred. However, I would not be surprised if they were not. There isn't anything that has gone to plan," Hunter grumbled as he looked around the room again. "It doesn't offer much as far as privacy does it," he added with a frown, which must have been the funniest thing to say, because his roommates burst into laughter. After a while, he even smiled despite not understanding the humor. However, his mirth was short lived.

"Nudity doesn't bother furs as much as humans," Marcus announced with a toothy grin as he began to undress. He found it difficult to keep a straight face as Hunter stared with his wide mouth hanging open.

"I... I... got to go," Hunter, stammered before he gave himself a few more injections and stumbled towards the facilities while forcing his gaze away from the beautiful canine.

Chris watched Hunter as he stumble towards the doorway between his bed and Hunter's. "I don't know if I would sleep in the nude if I were you," he teased as he looked over at Marcus.

"And why is that?" Marcus asked with a frown.

"Did you see the way he looked at you? Hell, he may try to mount you in your sleep. Who knows how they behave where he comes from?" Chris teased with a chuckle.

"He looks at me like I am a lab rat," Marcus complained with a scowl.

"Now that is denial. He was...," Chris began until he heard the muffled groans from the bathroom. "I think he just befouled our bathroom. He was probably thinking of you," he continued to tease.

"He didn't...," Marcus began but he could hear the man as well. "I don't think I have to worry too much. I could just make him kneel," Marcus replied as his eyes looked toward where the man was in the process of turning their bathroom into a jerkatorium.

"I don't know if you could make him do anything. He is as big as Blake," Chris replied with a chuckle for the look on his friends face.

"If he is hung like you, I will be fine," Marcus bantered with a chuckle for his wit.

"If I was eight feet tall like him and Blake you wouldn't make that claim. Sshhh, I think he is done," Chris declared quickly. However, the man didn't reappear. "I wish to check one of the other rooms," Chris heard Hunter declare from around the corner. "There are other rooms?" Chris asked curiously.

"Well, yes," Hunter replied. "Do you wish to join me?" he offered nervously.

"Okay," Chris replied as he looked over at Marcus who still seemed rather upset about the whole ordeal before he went to follow Hunter. He found the man waiting in the short hallway that he had assumed led to the bathroom, which it did. He could see it, and the scent of bleach hung in the air, which was rather odd. However, it wasn't as odd as the elevator doors across from it. He followed Hunter into the elevator and actually witnessed Hunter's gloves or whatever they were as they slid over his hands. "How does that work?" he asked curiously.

"Sublevel one... They cover me whenever, it is likely for me to touch someone," Hunter replied as he felt compelled to stare at the floor. However, he forced himself to look forward.

"You don't like to be touched?" Chris questioned as he looked at him.

"I don't know. Actual physical contact is forbidden. Punishment for noncompliance is rather unpleasant," Hunter admitted reluctantly as he found himself staring at the floor. "It is something I intend to change," he mumbled weakly. However, he was relieved once the door opened to sublevel one.

"Holy shit," Chris declared as they entered the largest gym that he had ever seen. It only took a glance to see it had been equipped with all manner of free weights to every type of exercise equipment imaginable, while leaving an open area five times the size of the boiler room where they attended the club. It would have dwarfed many large university basketball arenas.

"I have a feeling I will be spending a lot of time here," Hunter said with a sigh.

"Why is that?" Chris questioned before he noticed Hunter was disrobing.

"This has been more difficult than I anticipated. It is difficult to contain my excitement. I will do better if I am exhausted," Hunter explained as he hung his coverings on a hook, which extended from the wall to accept his clothing. "Do you wish to join me?" he questioned nervously.

"I... sure," Chris replied as he eyed the strange man. He was at least as thick as Blake was, maybe even more so. The man's head seemed to disappear into his muscular shoulders to give the impression he had no neck. The only indication he had a neck at all was the strange collar that contained his mask slash head covering. "What is that material?" he asked curiously, as he continued to study his strange new roommate. He noticed the man had bands on his wrist, ankles, and waist, which matched his collar. He figured they were what generated the man's tight black spandex outfit.

"It is called nanomesh. It works similar to what humans call nanobots. However, it is only useful for a protective barrier," Hunter replied as he proceeded to the center of open part of the room. "Matting," he instructed orally for Chris' benefit and waited.

Chris disrobed quickly to catch up with Hunter at the edge of a large open area. He hadn't ever heard of a nanomesh, but he realized the human race wasn't exactly the most advanced species on the galactic scale. However, what he witnessed next was overwhelming. Four posts, approximately an inch square rose from the ground before they lit up the floor until a solid covering seemed to appear. "How?" was the only word he could force out of his mouth.

"It is similar to a particle field. There is technically nothing there but light. However, the color allows for proper depth perception. It is used to absorb impacts and such for sparing," Hunter replied as he stepped out onto the white surface, while he did his best not to stare at his nude roommate.

"It feels... odd," Chris replied as he followed in wonder.

"It is quite effective. Fall to see for yourself," Hunter suggested as he sat with his legs spread wide to begin his stretches.

Chris flopped to the mat and was surprised how it did absorb his impact. The surface was giving but not exactly soft at the same time. However, as he turned he couldn't help but notice the man's thick member as it was held against his left thigh under the nanomesh material. He would have guessed the man had to be near fourteen inches and a couple inches thick. He couldn't resist imagining what the man would be like if he was erect. Of course, the impressive pole had a matching bulge to suggest a rather unlikely large set of testicles in compliment. "I am sorry. It is... you seem... very well made," he apologized when he realized the man noticed him staring at his package.

"Thank you. How old are you?" Hunter asked to refresh his memory about his roommate.

"I am nineteen," Chris answered as he sat across from him.

"Ah... you are not fully grown yet," Hunter observed with a knowing grin. He knew this, but he had forgotten. There had been too many things on his mind to keep all of his thoughts in proper order recently.

"Humans don't grow much after eighteen," Chris corrected with a blush for his small stature. He wasn't small as far as humans went but when surrounded by studs such as Blake and Marcus; it was difficult not to be a little self-conscious about his size.

"I think you will find you are a late bloomer," Hunter tried to reassure as he wondered if having this man present here would be a mistake.

"I doubt it," Chris mumbled as he tried to mimic Hunter's movements.

"Which are you attracted to?" Hunter questioned curiously. "...species of furs?" he added when he recognized his roommates confusion.

"Felines fascinate me," Chris admitted reluctantly while he wondered how the man had known to ask the question in the first place.

"You should push yourself farther. Flexibility is very important. Especially in your case then," Hunter explained carefully. He would not want to explain further than he already had. He wasn't sure if the man could be useful or trusted, yet.

"Well, I don't believe I will ever be able to fold up like that," Chris replied doubtfully as Hunter continued to fold to impossible positions.

"We should begin to work on balance. We can continue with strength training afterwards," Hunter suggested without arguing. "I may help you with your speed training later. I will have to run a few tests first," he added reluctantly.

"Yeah sure," Chris agreed reluctantly despite the shiver that ran down his spine for the mention of testing. He did not intend to let the man run experiments on him and he hoped it wasn't what the man meant as well. "Your collar matches your wrist and ankle bands. I assume they generate your mesh suit," he observed more to change the subject than to actually know more.

"Among other things," Hunter replied but decided he could elaborate a little more. "I am often required to travel to planets with varying gravities. These work similar to your anti-gravity platforms but in opposite. They restrict my movements while simulating heavier gravitation in case the need arise to travel to a location with higher gravitation. For example, earth has approximately one quarter of the gravitation pull of the heaviest planet I have been sent for an assignment," he answered carefully as he moved to his next position. No, more vertical," he corrected his roommates position after a glance in his direction.

"Like this," Chris questioned as he tried to mimic his roommate.

"It is better. You will get better with time," Hunter encouraged with a wide grin. He could always use a powerful friend. He could use a friend powerful or not. A friend was something he had only dreamt of in the past.

Chris continued to do the best he could, but felt sorely inadequate. He let his roommate demonstrate how to use the lifting equipment, which was unlike anything he had ever heard of previously. Each piece of equipment was linked to a database to track your workout and adjusted automatically to your settings as it felt you required. However, his first attempt at every machine forced him to struggle against its immovable mechanisms until it had taken a measurement of his existing strength. It would adjust and instruct him on the suggested repetitions. Nevertheless, he was beyond exhausted by the time he made his way around the room. His body gave him a dull pain of fire as he panted for his breath. "I think I need to head for bed," he announced as he watched Hunter move to the free weights.

"You have done well for your first day. I hope you will continue when time permits," Hunter replied with a nod as he watched his roommate dress to leave him alone once again. It was odd to feel so empty once again after being with someone for only a few hours. Maybe he could become used to the others faster than he had feared earlier. He had to make this work or all was for naught.

Chris took the elevator back to their room and smiled at the familiar sound of Marcus' light snoring. He didn't realize how late it had become as he checked the clock. "Shit," he grumbled after noticing it was nearly one in the morning. How in the hell had he spent hours working out? Hell, he had never spent that much time, in an actual gym his entire life. He realized it wasn't an accurate thought but damn. Of course, the sight of the pornographic images being shown above Marcus' desk made him smile.

"Did you have fun," Marcus grumbled as he rolled over.

"You will not believe the gym we have," Chris replied as he undressed once again. He spared a glance to the pornographic images once again before he realized he was too exhausted to be horny. Maybe, Hunter was right about the advantages of being exhausted. "By the way, he is hung like a horse," he added and laughed once his recognized his roommate's skepticism.

"He actually undressed on his first day? You didn't even undress your first night," Marcus replied skeptically.

"No he had what he called a nanomesh outfit on underneath his other clothes, but it is similar to the spandex some people still wear for workouts. It was impossible to miss. I bet he could give Cole a run for his money," Chris continued to tease.

However, the way his roommate nervously glanced at the pornographic images still playing over his desk made him laugh hysterically. "Don't worry I think we have a long way to go before we will have to worry about him mounting you in the night," he assured with a grin.

"So do you think he will be a good candidate for the club?" Marcus questioned skeptically as he studied Chris.

"Oh, definitely... I can't wait to see what he can do with that meat of his. However, it will not be very soon. I think he has several mental and social blocks before we can even think about taking him there, but he will be into it. I am sure of that much. Maybe we should take him to Cole's next week, to see what he does," Chris suggested eagerly.

"Maybe... let's see if we can get him through a week without getting his head bitten off first. I have never heard of such strange behavior," Marcus complained as he remembered how frustrated he had been before he had gone to sleep. "What is he doing now?" he asked curiously.

"He is still exercising," Chris replied as he lay back in his huge bed. Damn if this wasn't one of the most comfortable mattresses, he had ever experienced.

"Good, maybe he will sleep all day tomorrow and we will not have to deal with him," Marcus declared as he lay back and closed his eyes.

Chris slept soundly until he finally heard Hunter return from his work out. He continued to lie still as he waited for the man to crawl into his bed. He wanted to know how the man would react to the images displaying above Marcus' desk. He heard the steps as Hunter approached his bed until he paused half way there. Chris heard Hunter's curses as well as the 'psst' sound of his injector as he shot up with tranquilizers several times before he headed for the bathroom once again. Chris failed to restrain his chuckles once he heard Marcus' snickers and laughter in the next bed. "Horney bastard isn't he," he observed as they listened to the man begin to huff and moan.

"You think? He is worse than you," Marcus teased before he rolled over to return to his slumber.

Chris waited for Hunter, but the man didn't return. He heard the door to the elevator and realized the man had returned to the gym once again.

***

Chris woke to the sound of a knock at the door. "Come in," he called as he forced himself from his bed to witness a still disgruntled Blake enter the room, while carrying a set of sweat pants and sweat shirt. "Oh, thanks," he said as he began to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

"Where is the weirdo?" Blake asked louder than he intended as he looked around the dorm room. However, the porn floating over one of the desks caught his eye quickly.

"Pretty neat, huh," Chris said as he reluctantly forced himself to dress despite his protesting muscles. "He is probably in the gym," he added with a yawn.

"The gym is closed," Blake replied with a frown. "I heard it will be closed all week. That means no club on Tuesday either," he continued to complain.

"Oh that sucks, I am so horny. I will explode by next week," Marcus complained at hearing the bad news.

"You mean you will be jerking off to your new desktop all week," Chris corrected with a slight chuckle before he continued. "We have our own gym," Chris explained with a grin once he recognized Blake's envy. "Would you like to see it?" he offered quickly. "I am sure you are welcome to use it if you wish," he added as he recognized his friends scowl.

"I do not wish the man to continue to look at me like a lab rat," Blake continued to complain as his scowl deepened.

"Chris seems to think the man is more interested in experimenting with you than experimenting on you," Marcus teased as he watched Blake for a response.

"Actually I warned you that he may mount you in your sleep," Chris corrected as he tried not to anger Blake further.

"I am not sure which is worse, him expecting us to be his lab rats or his fuck toys. I don't care how much wealth the man has," Blake barked angrily.

"I don't get the impression it is like that," Chris tried again but realized it was hopeless. It would take time. Time, which he had plenty of since he was sure it would take just as long for Hunter to become used to those around him as well.

"He is a horny bastard. I don't know how many times he turned our bathroom into a jerkatorium last night. Every time he came in here, he would watch the porn for a few seconds while injecting himself with that tranquilizer before he headed to the bathroom," Marcus announced with a chuckle before he stifled another yawn. "I considered turning it off just so he would quit waking me up," he admitted as he continued to laugh. "I don't know what kind of tranquilizers the man is using but they are definitely not working for him," he added as he reluctantly began to dress.

"Leave them off," Chris suggested with a grin as he began to undress.

"Why?" Marcus asked with a frown. He wasn't sure what his roommate was up to but he was sure he wouldn't like it.

"Let's go to the gym," Chris suggested as he looked at Blake. "Trust me," he added quickly.

"Fine let's go," Blake, agreed reluctantly.

"Hell no, if I am going nude so are you," Marcus snapped with a scowl. "Whip out a little of that horse flesh while you are at it. We will see if it scares him," he added with a laugh.

"Now, this is going to be funny," Blake, laughed as he undressed before he began to rub himself to a semi erect state.

"I think that is enough. We have to ride an elevator down to the gym," Chris complained as Blake's three foot long pole began to harden quickly.

"I thought you had a date with Leah last night," Marcus questioned with a raised brow as he began to follow his roommate to the elevator.

"I did and unless you want to take care of what I started we will not talk about it either," Blake snorted as the door opened to the biggest gym he had ever seen.

Chris stepped out of the elevator first to witness Hunter doing what could only be described as hand standing pushup with only his fingertips, while his legs were split to the side in a perfect 'T' shape. "Fuck," he mumbled as he eyed the man's hanging cock and heavy sack. However, his view was restricted quickly as the nanomesh covered the man in a flash. It was odd to watch as it spread from his adornments to cover him in a seamless black material. However, the entertainment wasn't over as Hunter had opened his eyes as they left the elevator to collapse to the floor in a heap. It wasn't over until the man somehow flipped to his feet from his back in a flash of movement.

"I am... You... startled me," Hunter stammered as he tried his hardest to look the other way. "I... ah... Do... you... ah... Join me...," he continued to stammer as he tried to make it to his clothing. By the time, he made it to his robes his mind was being assaulted by the visions in his head. Psst... psst... psst... "That should do it," he tried to assure as he panted. He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, but he couldn't concentrate. Psst... psst... "Okay, I am better," he declared as he felt the warmth run through his veins.

"We would love to join you," Chris declared with a grin as he noticed both Marcus and Blake were fondling themselves to keep themselves semi erect. "You will have to show them what to do," he added quickly.

"Yes, of course," Hunter replied as he tried to wipe the dampness from his face. "Fuck! This is challenging," he snapped as he returned to the open area of the room. "Stretching will be important for you today, after the workout you had last night," he tried to instruct as the others sat in front of him. He tried to look them in the eyes but it was impossible not to ogle the rest of them as well. Psst... Psst... It was obvious both were in excellent physical condition.

Chris almost felt bad about their treatment of their new roommate by the time they had made it through the whole workout. The man had tried very hard not to look at Blake or Marcus, but there was no missing to where his eyes had been drawn. He couldn't miss the man's covered but shaking hands as he tried to help guide them through the some of the stretches and positions for balance. By the time they had finished the man seemed to vibrate as his whole body shook constantly. "Thanks Hunter. I will try to eat some protein today," he offered weakly once he recalled the man's earlier instructions while he looked back as they entered the elevator. "Will you be okay," he inquired once the man collapsed to the floor where he appeared to weep.

"I... I... this is difficult. I never imagined... I will live," Hunter replied as he waved them away. It wasn't the first time he had been around with other species or humans for that matter. However, his interactions with those species as well as humans were usually under a completely different settings and circumstances. This was the first time he had attempted to interact with in a social environment and he found it less comfortable than he had ever imagined it could be.

Chris let the door on the elevator close, before he turned to Blake. "Well, what do you think?" he asked curiously.

"I am surprised he didn't mount Marcus in his sleep," Blake declared with a hearty laugh. "I think it may be quite possible the man will simply explode when you bring him to the club but he will be into it. It is more than obvious he will not have any reservations with the male on male as some do. I feel sorry for either of you if you draw him, though," he added as he exited the elevator. The man was large in every proportion. However, it was his obvious strength, which concerned him. It would take someone special to force the man to submit to a proper buggering. "Just make sure he is ready for it before you bring him. I almost look forward to see what he does when he is ready," he admitted as he dressed before he departed.

"Well, he has approval. All we have to do is prepare him," Chris declared proudly as he dressed.

"That man is a wreck. Good luck to you with your project," Marcus declared with a frown.

"What do you mean?" Chris questioned with disappointment for his roommate's attitude.

"I mean I don't want him mounting me in my sleep," Marcus complained before he heard the elevator door.

"I... I... thought we might go get some breakfast. After... I... I... take care of something," Hunter stammered in his embarrassment before he entered the facilities.