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[b][u][center]The Dorm Experiments

Part 2

for Nagafide

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It had been three days since getting a handjob from Amaro, and the most that Dustin did was do his best not to think about it. He felt...different afterwards, though not necessarily better. Whereas he'd almost expected to hate himself or the skunk for what they'd done, he instead felt...calm. Relaxed. Released, even, in some strange way, though he didn't like to use that word considering the rest of the context.

It hadn't been the only time that he'd allowed that to happen, either. At least one more time that he'd been aware of, Amaro had offered, and he'd allowed it, provided that the tail was used again. There was something about that long, fluffy thing that sent shivers down his spine and made it so much easier to relax while he was getting...touched.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he looked up from his textbook. Amaro looked up from his, too, rolling onto his side and letting his sheath fall over one thigh.

"Something up?"

"Can't focus."

"Heh, well, it's Friday, no surprise there. End of the week bleughs."

Probably, though Dustin didn't like the feeling regardless. He rubbed his eyes, trying to keep his mind on the history textbook in front of him, but his vision kept sliding along the page. Thankfully, it wasn't sliding all the way across the room to his naked roommate - he had allowed the skunk those touches before, but he didn't want to take it further - but still further than he could manage to keep reading with.

"Need a distraction?" Amaro asked.

"Not that kind, but...maybe. I don't know."

"You're not sleeping well, are you?"

"It's...hard to think when my brain's running a hundred miles an hour." Dustin shook his head. "Sorry. You - I mean, it's weird, but it kinda helps. A bit. But it doesn't -"

"Don't worry. I get it. It calms you down, but it doesn't actually make you tired enough to sleep, yeah?"

It. It. It. The constantly diminished, never-actually-defined thing that they still both agreed to not talk about. Sex. Handjobs weren't sex by the strictest definition, but it was still sexual contact, and he was still straight, and Amaro was still not a human, and -

He needed to not think about that for a while. He needed to do anything that wasn't thinking about that for the moment.

"Does Dunwating have a gym?" he asked.

"Surprised it took you this long to ask," Amaro said, chuckling as he shut his book. "Yeah, it does. And it's not clothing optional, either."

"Thank the lord," Dustin said.

"Too much full frontal?"

"I can barely handle you - no offense. I don't..."

"I get it. I get it."

"Sorry. Still...new."

"I know."

It was almost embarrassing to hear that every time that he felt like he was getting overwhelmed. The kindness was appreciated, even downright needed at times, but the very fact that he needed it made him feel like he was weaker than he should be.

Dustin sighed, sitting up as he put his book to the side. With Amaro getting up and putting on clothes, he did his usual thing of looking at the ground instead, avoiding the temptations - which he still had no idea if they were intentional or not - while the skunk wiggled his tail, his rump, and altogether too many other things. He shuffled about as he stifled the little fears that were popping up here and there in his mind.

Amaro had already said that it wasn’t clothing optional, so he wasn’t walking into a trap specifically meant to make him stare at all the cocks and balls and asses of other anthros. That [i]shouldn’t[/i] had been a concern, but he still worried about it.

[i]What is wrong with me?[/i] he thought, sighing.

For all that he had thought himself better than most of the people in his hometown, he still couldn’t help but think that the anthros were going to be more perverted than he could handle. There were so many stereotypes that everyone carried back home, always thinking that any anthro that came through was just there to corrupt humans into living like animals, hedonistic and hopeless as functioning members of society. Every cat was a prowling tom, waiting to corrupt the farm boys into their wastrel ways. Every bitch was a heated breeder, waiting for a half-human pup to leech off the world with.

Dustin had considered himself better than his relatives, but every time that he felt that anxiety rise, he knew that he wasn’t. Not really. Not as much as he would have liked to be.

“Ready?” Amaro asked.

“Are you dressed?”

“Of course.”

He looked up and immediately groaned. The skunk was ‘dressed’ inasmuch as tight, almost painted-on pink shorts and a top that exposed most of his stomach meant ‘dressed,’ and in sandals besides that left his toes almost creeping over the edge. Every garment looked like it was designed to show off his body even more, tight and clinging.

“How do you move in that?” Dustin asked.

“Very carefully. Shall we?”

“...I really hope that I’m not going to regret this.”

“I promise, you won’t.”

#

And true to the skunk’s word, Dustin found that he didn’t regret going. Even with the slight surprise from the raccoon clerk at the front desk, it was surprisingly mundane to get a locker for the day - and some complimentary deodorant, which was a lovely touch - before getting to work. He was the only person in the gym with full-length pants and a t-shirt with a nod towards sleeves rather than going sleeveless or topless, but that was fine. They were all males, anyway.

At first, Dustin [i]was[/i] distracted by the many different anthro species all around him. Despite spending ten days at Dunwating so far, it wasn’t enough to overcome living a life that was almost entirely centered around other humans. Seeing none in the gym was off-putting at first, and the number of anthros that stared at him as if he were some novelty left him blushing most of the time.

Once they got started, however…

“Nnngh…ah…ah…”

“Come on, just a few more reps,” Amaro said.

“Trying…hard…”

“You can do it. Just one more, man, one more at least.”

Dustin wheezed as he slowly lowered himself into another squat, feeling the metal bar trying to dig through his shoulders. His back ached, but in a good way, and his shirt was all but plastered to his chest. Sweat poured off his back and down the small of his back into his pants, and he panted for breath in a way that he usually never did in a gym.

Then again, he never had someone pushing him this hard before. All of the anthros were encouraging each other to go hard, as if there was some great prize for whoever did best and they were all simultaneously on each other’s team and competing against each other. It was insane, and it had left several of the gym-goers completely tuckered out, draped over different machines as they got their breath back, but he couldn’t argue with progress.

Click. He reached the low point, and with Amaro cheering in his ears, he began the rise back up. He felt other eyes shifting over to him, ranging from a monkey lying on a bench press to a giraffe that was just getting off the leg-press. They were cheering for him, all but roaring for him to get back to his feet and show off how good he’d done, and he just took that and ran with it.

“Nnnngh!”

When he finally stood up, he held that pose for a moment before wobbling backwards. Amaro was waiting, grabbing the weighted bar and pulling it out of the way. The gym erupted with cheers, and he barely managed to slump against the standing frame as his legs shook.

“Ugh…ow…ow…”

“Too much?” the skunk asked.

“Nnngh…no…just not used to going that far.”

“Heh, well, we push pretty hard. It’s good for you, though.”

“Mmmph…”

“Okay, okay. Come on. Sit down.”

Letting himself be guided by the skunk to the seats off to the side. A meerkat cleared out of the way, giving him a sideways look and a grin in the process, and Dustin sunk into the chair, rubbing his sweaty face and shaking his head. His roommate joined him on his right.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’ll be okay,” he said, shaking his head. “Wow. I didn’t think I’d get that last one done.”

“But you did. Feels awesome, right?”

“Yeah…for now.”

“Heh, you’ll be conked out exhausted tonight. No more staying up all night thinking when you get a good workout.”

“You’re right about that. Hah. You might need to drag me back to the dorm at this rate.”

“If I have to, I will.”

Dustin blushed. It was hard to remember just how…sweet, he supposed, for lack of a better word, Amaro actually was. The skunk teased him all the time, but he was always there when he was needed. It was one of those things that he always underestimated when it came to having him as a roommate.

“Shower?” Amaro asked.

“...Yeah…yeah, good idea. Sorry for…you know…not getting it.”

“Starting to?”

“Yeah…ho, boy.”

It wasn’t that bad while he was working out, but between sets, he really started to notice the low-level funk that permeated the gym. In individual bursts, it wasn’t that bad, but if the anthros were naturally this musky, he was starting to understand why Amaro was always insisting that he needed some time to air out while they were in the dorm and why he was so quick to undress. He had never realized that fur tended to hold heat in as much as it did, or the sort of scent that could build up between the strands when that heat started to get too much to be contained.

At least he could get it now, which was better than what it used to be. He took Amaro’s hand and let himself be led along, past the other exercise machines, back to the locker room. It was a hobbling, unsteady trip, and he tried to pretend that the stares and back slaps that he got were all down to the exercise and not just an excuse for the other men to stare at him and touch him.

As soon as they stepped into the locker room, though, they had a different problem. He blushed as he realized that the showers that they’d passed through before were far more occupied now, and he shivered as he realized just what that meant he’d see. He slowed, and Amaro paused, looking back at him.

“Something wrong, man?”

“Just…the…the…”

“What? The showers?”

“And…and…”

“Oh, man. You really gotta relax. We’re not going to do anything that you aren’t okay with.”

“I know, I know, but…”

But there was still that part of him that he really didn’t like that wasn’t okay with it, that was scared, and not just of the other anthros. He was scared of what he might want, of how much he was already changing, and what he was already allowing. What if there was something that they did that changed him even more?

What if he wasn’t what he thought he was?

“Look, I know…I know I don’t usually ask for this unless we’re back at the dorm, but…”

Dustin gestured at the skunk’s tail, and he hated how helpless he felt as he did. Yet, no sooner had pointed at it than the huge, fluffy, black-and-white-furred thing was wrapping around his middle. It coiled around him and pulled him close, and he hugged himself against it, feeling the pressure of the fluff against his face. He breathed in, taking in the calming fumes that were warm, slightly earthy, and just…soothing.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

In short order, he was feeling, if not right, then better. He ground his face against the tip of Amaro’s striped tail, rubbing it under his nose, and he felt the familiar loosening-up, going-limp feeling that he always did when they were back at the dorm. When it hit him there, he usually took some time to lie down, often in the skunk’s arms, but this time? This time, he had to lean against the wall, huffing and puffing and focusing on his knees not going out while his muscles just…relaxed…

It wasn't a perfect solution, considering that he was a little high now - perhaps more than a little - but it was better than going into the locker room a complete mess, which was what the alternative would have been. He slowly closed his eyes, breathed in deep one last time, and then let it out with a deep sigh.

"Thank you," he muttered.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Not really, but...but I'll make it work."

"Heh, right. You'll be okay. Remember. We only do what you say is okay, and that's it."

"You...sure?"

"I never took it further than hands, did I?"

"...No. No, you didn't."

"And nobody else will do anything you don't allow either," Amaro said, patting his back. "Now, come on. Let's get cleaned up before that smell gets any stronger."

Yes. That was a good idea.

Of course, that was a trifle more difficult when he was wobbling with every step and feeling so relaxed. Dustin entered the showers with a real intention of just taking off his shirt and giving himself a sponge bath, but by the time that he was under the shower head, he was on autopilot. Before he realized it, he was down to his underwear, and he was slowly pulling those down, too.

A wolf-whistle slowed him in his tracks, and he looked over his shoulder as he realized that he was butt-naked in front of all the anthros that had terrified him just a moment ago. He hesitated, but only so long as it took for one monkey to approach and offer a foot the way that someone else would have offered a hand. He stared at it, his eyes going from those long toes and strange fifth one that was almost like a thumb up the leg, past a dangling shaft, up to the primate's face.

"Uh...hi," Dustin said.

"Hey, human. Sorry if I shocked you, just didn't expect to see someone almost like me here," the monkey said. "Name's Dola."

"Hi, Dola."

"Need a hand?"

"Uh...sure."

Dola gave him a foot, pushing down on the underwear and helping him step out of it. Before he knew it, he was under the rushing water, sweat getting washed right off him as his new companion was rubbing him up and down, stroking his chest and his back with both hands and that strange foot-hand that was surprisingly grippy.

"I don't think that I've ever seen a human before," Dola said. "Are they all so...hairless as you are?"

"Mostly," he said, feeling surprisingly detached from the situation. He should have been freaked out, but maybe the tail was doing more for him than usual. He leaned into that, and in doing so, leaned even more into Dola's supporting arms. "I mean...some of us have a bit of hair, but I'm pretty...pretty smooth."

"And so soft."

"...Thank you," he said, cheeks burning softly.

"You feel so good, too. So smooth, but there's so much muscle, too, and - do you know you're hot? I hope that Amaro's been telling you that."

"He's mentioned...yeah..."

He wasn't sure why this wasn't bothering him, but it wasn't. As a matter of fact, all the flattery was kind of...kind of starting to make him feel...good.

Dola didn't stop, either. With Dustin's mind somewhere else entirely, he struggled to think of anything besides the simple concept of 'this is fine', because, for once, it was. Despite the fact that he was getting stroked and damn near fondled from head to thigh, he didn't actually mind. It felt...good, like he was being appreciated, like he was someone that was treasured and wonderful for the monkey behind him rather than just some other guy that happened to be convenient. Despite the fact that it was another guy -

[i]A monkey.[/i]

Somehow, that made it better still. The fact that it was an anthro touching him like this rather than a human took away some of the awkwardness that would have come from his sexuality. He was 'straight,' yes, but that was...that was straight for humans. Maybe there were other classifications that came from being attracted to anthros and allowing them to do things with him. Maybe that was something that...yeah, yeah, that made sense.

He groaned, leaning forward until his head rested against the tiled wall, and only then did he realize that Dola had all but climbed onto his back. Monkey on his back, a concept that almost made him laugh, and might have done if it wasn't for the fact that he was newly fascinated by the sense of someone just...being that light, being his size but being so much lighter than he was, so much gentler. He could have walked around all day with the monkey on his back, and it would have bothered him as little as his own bookbag did while he walked around college. How did that -

"Mmph..."

"You don't mind me touching, do you?"

Dola's hands and feet were rubbing along his torso, fingers or toes - he couldn't tell which - all but groping at his pecs, while other digits were running down along his stomach and his legs, never quite coming to his crotch but getting very close. His legs shook every time that they stroked along the inner thighs, teasing him, making certain things respond more than they normally would, but...but it was good, he had to admit. It was very good.

"I don't...I don't mind..."

"Heh, that's awesome. Thanks; I never got the chance to do this before."

"Room for one more?"

A new voice, and both Dola and Dustin turned. One of the giraffes from the gym had just entered the shower, and the big guy was smiling as wide as Dola was. Long-necked and standing more than two feet taller than either of them, he had a long muzzle and was just as naked as the human was.

Oddly, Dustin wasn't so bothered by that. The effects of the tail should have been wearing off -

[i]They're not. They're not.[/i]

But he still felt so relaxed, and he was able to look down and see that the giraffe had a low-hanging shaft that had already dropped from its sheath, dark and almost brown in color. It was still lowering, getting ready to pop back up any second now, and he kept expecting to feel the heat of a blush spreading across his cheeks, but there was nothing. Nothing but the odd sense of satisfaction of...of people being...interested in him.

He chuckled, the sound feeling foreign in his own ears.

"I guess."

"Mind if I..."

The giraffe gestured to his mouth, slowly sticking out his tongue. It crept from his muzzle like a snake from a hole, getting longer and longer until it was fully extended by more than a foot from his lips. The sheer length of that tongue was vaguely disturbing, but more strange was the fact that Dustin could feel his dick twitching just looking at it.

[i]Am I...am I...[/i]

He didn't know if he was starting to get more interested or not, but he didn't mind this time. He'd always turned Amaro down, but this...he didn't mind this. The attention, the affection, the gentleness that Dola and the stranger were offering, all made it okay.

"Go ahead."

"Wow, if I'd known you were good with that -"

"You snooze, you lose, Dola," the giraffe said, tossing a towel over one of the other shower heads before getting down on his knees. "Now, let me get a look at what the human's got down here. Hey, not bad, not bad at all."

He knew that it was smaller than what Amaro had - they'd been close enough that he'd seen it more than once, and felt it a time after that - but he didn't know if he could ever match up to what the other anthros had. Everything that he had felt in his hometown - that the anthros were nothing but humping beasts, that they were there to fuck first and have relationships afterward, that they were savages that were more concerned with pleasure than they were with intimacy - fell by the wayside, however, as the giraffe started gently rubbing his balls.

Grinding his cheeks against the wall as he was massaged, groped, and rubbed by the monkey from behind and the giraffe from below, he glanced off to the side to see what his roommate was doing. Almost instantly he looked away again; the skunk was busy getting it on with a chameleon that was eagerly taking him under his tail, the two of them getting it on in one hell of an aggressive way.

He blushed worse as he realized that his dick was as hard as it could get, huffing under his breath. The tail was probably going to wear off soon, some part of him thought, but while the pheromones were working, he was going to enjoy it.

That tongue flicked out again, and Dustin gasped as it touched his tip. He arched his back, forcing Dola to grab him tighter from behind, squeezing him in a four-limbed hug, while the giraffe chuckled.

"Sensitive?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm."

"Hey, Dola, mind holding him steady?"

"You were the one that had him bucking, dude."

"Yeah, heh, sorry about that. Anyway, feet?"

"Yeah, yeah, one second."

As the monkey adjusted his grip from behind, Dustin was trying to wrap his head around what was about to happen. His thoughts were creeping through at a snail's pace, but he could feel that fear buried beneath the fog in his head, that worry about what he was doing, whether this was changing him or if he was doing something wrong. Nobody just offered this sort of thing back home without wanting something in return. Humans didn't do that; they all wanted something for their pleasures, for their love and affections. His girlfriend had refused to put out until or unless he would stay with her in their hometown for the rest of his life, and the minute that he said that he wouldn't do that, she had all but demanded that he leave.

There was no way that the anthros were better than that, was there? If he got this, would they want -

"Ah...ah..."

The curling toe-fingers of Dola's feet were so strange, with a different, slightly rougher texture to someone's hands. They bent and curled easier, too, and there was a softness and warmth to them that he didn't expect. The slightly rougher texture combined with the light oils of sweat made them feel so...so stimulating, too, and he blushed as his cock got that little bit harder.

"Looks like he's pretty pent-up. Hey, Amaro, I thought you were saying this human was sexy. Why haven't you -"

"Because - nnngh - he's been - fuck - really shy. I didn't want to - mmmph, yeah, that's it - I didn't want to push too fast."

"Heh, well, he's ready now."

"Then blow him, Kharu; he'll love it."

"Oh, I'll make sure of that."

The giraffe lowered his head, but despite everything, Dustin couldn't make himself watch the actual event. He turned his head ever so slightly to the side, keeping his eyes on the tiles so that it was just that. Just a feeling, not a reality. That was something that he could allow, even if he couldn't imagine himself getting sucked off properly just yet.

[i]Coward.[/i]

He put that thought to the side, which was remarkably easy once that tongue got to work.

"Ah...ah..."

Amaro was right about one thing; he loved the feeling of that giraffe tongue slowly coiling around the head of his cock. It was so [i]long[/i], and he shivered as he felt it working its way further and further down his shaft, gradually swallowing up more and more of his dick until it was completely swallowed up in the wet coils of that dexterous thing. His breath came in short gasps as he pressed himself more and more firmly against the wall.

Dola was helpful with that, the monkey's hands gently massaging his shoulders, the primate whispering little sweet nothings in his ears to encourage him to relax and enjoy himself. His feet remained right at the base of the human's shaft, holding it steady as that tongue started -

"Nnngh!"

It went from simply licking and stroking his cock to actively squeezing around it, just like a coiling snake. He closed his eyes tightly, huffing against the tiles as Dola whispered in his ear.

"That's great. You're so hot like this. Come on. Just relax. It's just pleasure. You like that, don't you, human? You like to feel good?"

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. We want you to feel good. We like you. We [i]like[/i] you."

He groaned, panting as he shivered from the intense stimulation down below. He could feel just how hard Dola was against his back, the monkey's shaft throbbing up and pressing against his spine. Each little squeeze down below, each massaging stroke against his shoulders ground that dick a little bit harder against his back, but it was never a hump or an outright grind, just something incidental. They were telling the truth, but good god...good god, he was glad that he'd been all high on the skunk tail before they got started with this.

[i]It's with anthros. You're still straight. Still straight for people.[/i]

Dustin realized that he couldn't rock his hips; the constant pressure of those feet against his cock and the way that the giraffe - Kharu - was leaning against his thighs meant that he was pinned in place, made to take it and enjoy it the way that they gave it to him. In some ways, he was grateful. He could pretend that this wasn't something that he was doing, that it was just being done to him.

At the same time...god...he didn't even know if he wanted to participate, but some part of him kind of did. Kind of. Somewhat. Sort of.

He moaned as the tip of the giraffe's tongue finally touched the top of Dola's feet, meaning that his cock was completely encased in monkey soles and giraffe tongue. The soft, coiling, clenching, milking motions were driving him nuts, and his breath was coming in shaky pants and moans. His balls were rising, then falling, then rising again as the slithering tongue twitched and pulled and pushed, and he knew, somehow, that his dick was only held, not sucked. There was no blowing, just licking, teasing, and -

"Mmmph!"

That was Amaro in the background, the skunk finishing with his partner. He imagined the striped male thrusting forward one last time, those leg muscles bunching up, and he panted as he felt himself go over the edge, his toes curling against the tiles as his own orgasm overwhelmed him.

"Yeah! Paint his tongue, human. Give him everything."

It was just as enthusiastic as they had been in the locker room, just as eager and encouraging. He panted as he felt his cock throb, his balls churning, the giraffe pressing his lips gently against the cock tip and sucking away. He felt the light pressure there, the sucking, the swallowing, the use of his dick almost like a straw to everything out that the other guy possibly could.

Pulse.

Throb.

Squirt.

Suck.

And then it was done.

He shivered as the tongue slithered away and Dola climbed off his back, the monkey giving him a couple of pats and Kharu giving him an approving smile.

"That was great. Maybe I'll get to do more next time, human," Kharu said.

"And maybe I can show you what else I can do with these things," Dola said, lifting one foot. "You liked them?"

"Kinda...and...and the name's Dustin," he managed to say.

"Dustin. Got it. I'll remember that," Dola said. "Thanks."

And with that, they went back to their showers as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and perhaps for them, nothing had. It was so strange, so surreal, and he was still buried beneath the fog of the tail-scent to the point where he honestly wasn’t sure if what had happened had been real or not.

He looked down. His shaft was still hard, and he was still oozing just a bit. Yeah, it had been real.

Amaro patted his shoulder, the skunk’s dick in the process of retreating back into his sheath. Dustin blinked as he looked up.

“I’ll be in the locker room. Let me know when you’re ready to head back, yeah?”

“Yeah…yeah, sure.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah…yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

He hoped.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Dustin continues to learn the difference between human and anthro culture, as well as the difficulties that come with his own upbringing.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Monkey, Human, Skunk, Giraffe, Chameleon, Embarrassment, Corruption, Series, Musk, Shower, Groping, Foot Fetish, Fascination, Oral, Long Tongue, Tongue, Orgasm, Cum,