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

Part 3

For nagafide

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The night after the gym trip, Dustin fell into bed and conked out hard enough that he didn’t think that he even dreamed. He was too tired to dream, too tired to wake up in the middle of the night, and too tired to care about the fact that he had dropped completely naked into bed, something that he hadn’t done before around his flirtatious roommate. If he had been any more coherent than he was, perhaps he might have considered it a bit of a bad move, but as it was, he was too tired to do anything but sleep.

That very tiredness carried over into the next day, and as he rolled over, groaning in the tones of one that had gotten all the sleep they needed and still wanted more, he felt something gripping at his ankles. He squirmed against them, too tired to realize what they were right off the bat, but when they didn’t let loose, he had to lift his head and look back. Blinking the tiredness out of his eyes, he finally managed to get a clear vision of –

“What are you doing?” he muttered.

“Just looking at you.”

“Mmmph…feels like you’re doing something else.”

Amaro chuckled. The skunk was holding onto Dustin’s ankles, and the human groaned as he felt the soft warmth of someone else’s breath blowing over his soles. It was a [i]weird[/i] feeling, though not entirely unpleasant. Or at all unpleasant, really, if he was honest, and he was sleepy enough that self-consciousness hadn’t entirely caught up with him just yet.

“Do you mind?”

“Mind what?” Dustin groaned.

“If I take a taste.”

“Mmmph…why?”

“Just curious.”

“Nnngh…whatever.”

He dropped his head back to the pillow, only to jolt upward when he felt the skunk’s tongue dragging from the space between his big and second toe all the way to his heel. [i]That[/i] was weird, very weird, and it sent a feeling that he really didn’t think was normal all the way up to his dick. His morning wood throbbed as Amaro licked his foot a second, then a third time before finally pulling his head back.

“Huh. Not that sweaty.”

“I showered before sleeping, remember?” He groaned, shaking his head. “And seriously? You were checking my feet for sweat?”

“And to see how different they were.”

“Why would that matter?”

“Curiosity, mostly. And Zada was curious.”

“Who’s Zada?” Dustin muttered, starting to roll over before stopping in his tracks. Oh, he was still hard, very hard, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted Amaro to see that. “Where are my clothes?”

“By the door.”

“Can you give them to me?”

“Heh, sure, sure. One second.”

He tucked his feet back under the sheets as he blushed, hardly believing this was still happening. The recollections from yesterday in the showers were strange enough – and the fact that he’d both allowed a giraffe to suck him off and allowed a monkey to hump his back were still sticking with him – but now he was allowing his roommate to lick his feet. What had his life become?

Amaro returned with his underwear and other things. He slid the former on before even bothering to sit up in bed, groaning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“So…who’s Zada and why would he be curious about my feet?”

“Oh, he’s my boyfriend.”

“You’re involved with someone?” Dustin blinked. “Then why…”

“Open relationship. A lot of us are in those.”

“…Oh.”

“Something the matter?”

He wanted to say yes, but he didn’t have the words for why it would be. It wasn’t like he wanted Amaro for himself or anything; that wasn’t even close to the way that things were going between them. And more to the point, why would he want an anthro as a boyfriend when he wasn’t going to be at this university for long? Dunwating was only going to be a small part of his life. Why would he want to build up a relationship for the rest of his life when he wouldn’t be there for very long?

Nor could he judge the skunk for doing what anthros did. That wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t like they were back in his hometown where such things mattered. He didn’t have a leg to stand on, and he didn’t even know why it bothered him.

Shaking his head, he muttered ‘no’ as he continued getting dressed. Amaro shrugged.

“Anyway, he was curious what you were like. He said that you were kind of cute.”

“Why do all you anthros keep saying that?”

“Because you are?”

“But why, though?”

“You just…are,” the skunk said with a shrug. “Maybe it’s the fact that your species is kind of exotic out here, or maybe it’s just because you’re so innocent but still open to things. Whatever it is, you just…grab us.”

It was a weird feeling to be wanted just for being himself. Most people back at home would have thought that was insane, and perhaps it was, on some level. Impossible, arrogant, certainly nothing more than a fantasy, considering that the only way to get a partner was to woo them and show them that you were worthy. You had to earn it, said conventional wisdom.

That said, conventional wisdom didn’t seem to have a place here at Dunwating.

“So, I wanted to ask. You have any plans for the weekend?” Amaro asked, sitting on his own bed.

“Not yet.”

“Well, Zada and a few others wanted to invite you to a study group.”

“…Is this a study group, or some sex thing that pretends to be?”

“Well, a bit of both.”

“Pass.”

“You didn’t even hear what they’re studying.”

“I have a guess.”

“Alright, then, guess.”

“Biology.”

“…”

“Knew it,” Dustin said, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know, Amaro. I mean…I’m trying –”

“And succeeding.”

“Maybe, but that’s…that’s not what I mean.” He groaned, shaking his head. “I’m trying really hard to be open-minded about all this, to be better than the other humans, but it’s really hard. You keep dropping me into one sexy situation after another, and it’s like…is this really all that you guys do?”

“…”

“I mean, it’s not as bad as the other guys back home made you guys sound, but is this really all that you do?”

Amaro shook his head, standing up and walking over to him. Dustin pulled his shirt on as the skunk joined him on the bed, taking his hand.

“Dustin. I want you to listen to me seriously for a moment, okay?”

“…I’ll try.”

“We’re not that different from you humans.”

“But –”

“Let me finish. We’re not that different from you humans. The only big difference is that we’re more open about sex. We still study our subjects here at college, we still attend classes, we still have the same sort of meal culture, we still do all the things that you humans do. The only difference is that when it comes to sex, we’re much more open and comfortable about it than you are, and that seems to scare the living hell out of you for some reason.”

“…”

“It’s not like you have to have sex. Every single time, we’ve made it clear that you’re only doing as much as you want to be doing. There’s no forcing it, no making it so that you have to keep going. Dola and Zharu both made sure that you were good with any touches before going forward, right?”

“…They did.”

“And you said yes every time, right?”

“…I did.”

“Right. Everything else is completely the same as what you do. Everything else – your meals, your history lessons, the math, the schedule, everything – is exactly the same as anywhere else in the world. The only difference is that we’re more affectionate, and we allow more stuff. So, with everything else being so similar, what’s the problem when you don’t even [i]have[/i] to participate?”

“…You’re making me feel very small-minded right now.”

“Good. Because that’s what you’re being.” Amaro squeezed his hand. “I don’t want you to feel bad, but you need to start growing up. Just a little bit. Just enough to realize that you aren’t thinking about people as people right now.”

Sighing, Dustin shook his head. Amaro was right, but it didn’t mean that it was easy to admit that. He wanted to, yes, but that didn’t mean that it was easy.

[i]Maybe…maybe I just need to throw myself into it a bit more.[/i]

Instead of holding back all the time, instead of just relying on that tail so that he could blame it all on being manipulated, maybe he should just give it a try on his own. If nothing else, it would help determine whether he was in this for himself or if he was being pushed along by the others around him.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. You get where I’m coming from, though?”

“I get it.”

“Good.” Amaro squeezed his hand again. “So, want to come?”

“…I’ll give it a shot. One session, though. No promises I’ll do more.”

“Heh, that’s all I’m asking.”

#

They arrived at the private room at the campus library twenty minutes later. Amaro opened the door, and Dustin – for once, not in the influence of the tail – stepped inside. He was blushing, half-expecting some sort of swarm of fuzzy and scaled people pouring over him, but there was none of that. Nothing of the sort, as a matter of fact, as there were only four others in the room, and their noses were buried in textbooks rather than crotches.

Two of them he recognized; one was the chameleon from the day before, in the locker rooms, the one that had been getting fucked by Amaro, and the other was the monkey that had been on his back. The chameleon stood up and grabbed the skunk in a hug of greeting, while the monkey – Dola, he belatedly remembered – chuckled and waved.

“Hey, man. How’s it going?”

“…That’s all?”

“Dude, I gave you a footjob, and not even a real one. It’s not like we put rings on or something.”

“Give him a break; he’s still new to this,” Amaro said as he let go of the chameleon. “Zidi, Stephaco, good to see you.”

They were the new ones. Stephaco was the one that he had very much been trying not to look at, considering that the man was half-spider, with a dark, chitinous lower body and many, many, many legs that clicked softly against the wall. He hung from some sort of web string that kept him aloft, and it was enough to send shivers down Dustin’s spine to look at him at first.

Desperate for something else to look at, his eyes darted around the rounded, soundproofed study room, finally settling on a second chameleon that was sitting in the corner. She had one leg crossed over the other, and of those that had gathered, she was the one that was dressed the most conservatively. She had a loose sweater on, a pair of loose pants, and she had everything covered.

Somehow, that gentle modesty was enough to make him blush and feel more comfortable almost instantly. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment as she looked up from her book while he was still staring, and he sputtered slightly.

“Uh, hi.”

“Oh, yes. You’re the human that Zada was telling me about.” She smiled, taking off her reading glasses. Her eyes lacked the full-on bugged-out quality that he had seen other chameleons – though not Zada – have, and he wondered if there was a different breed of chameleon that had flatter eyes. She stood up, shimmering from green to gold to red and back to green again as she offered her hand. “My name is Zidi.”

“N-nice to meet you.”

“Heh, skunk got your tongue?”

“Kind of.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

It was more than just being shocked at the sight of a pretty lady, though that was definitely having an effect. It was the fact that she was the first anthro female that he’d seen at the college that had given him more than a passing look and anything at all with conversation. He wanted to keep talking, and his eyes were trying to go wild.

They wanted to look at her chest, to look at breasts.

They wanted to go to her hips, and to run wild with ideas.

They wanted her to turn around so he could see what a chameleon rump looked like.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

The one good thing was that he wasn’t popping a boner just thinking about all that. He was more than slightly concerned that it would happen, but it was staying down for the moment, despite all the excitement.

But at least it told him that he was still interested in females, even if she was an anthro and not his own species by any stretch of the imagination. Not even the same family, considering that it left mammals behind. He shook her hand for a little longer than needed before she finally pulled it back, and he let go with a bit of a blush of further embarrassment.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So, you, uh…”

“I study biology with them, but I think it might be best for me to be somewhere else for this one.”

“Oh, um…is it…”

“Heh, I’m not bothered by anyone getting hot and heavy, but Zada [i]is[/i] my brother, and it’s just a little awkward, you know?”

“Oh. Right. Right.”

For a split second, Dustin wondered if he’d actually be okay with something semi-incestual as long as she stuck around, but that thought got booted out the mental airlock as soon as he had a second longer to think about it. Incest was incest. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he that desperate to be ‘straight’ just for that?

“Amaro. Everyone.”

Zidi nodded at the rest of the group before gathering her books and walking out. Dustin turned to watch her go, unable to help himself, and her ass in those pants did not disappoint. He shook his head slowly, only jolted out of it when Amaro gave him a little shake.

“You still with us?”

“Huh? Sorry, sorry. I just…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Zada said, the other chameleon rolling through colors the way a lava lamp rolled through shapes. “She gets everyone the first time.”

“She’s…very lovely.”

“She’s great.”

“Now, everyone. Zada and Dola met him yesterday, but Stephaco, this is my roommate, Dustin.” Amaro patted him on the shoulder again, and the spider waved at him with fingers that were just a trifle too long, too pale, too slender, and his eyes – oh, the eyes. Eight of them was far too much. “He’s going to help us with studying human biology today.”

“Help you – what?” Dustin blinked. “You…you didn’t mention that part.”

“It’s okay, man. It’s okay. I promise. Nothing more than you’re comfortable with,” the skunk said, giving him a one-armed hug. “Isn’t that right, everyone?”

Dola and Zada nodded eagerly, while Stephaco’s was more somber and gentle. It helped, considering the spider was still just hanging there and looking down at him with those beady, glittering eyes. He bit back a shiver as he felt one creeping up his spine, trying to keep himself as calm as he could. It wasn’t easy.

“I…guess I can try,” he said. “How…”

“Well, nudity’s a good start,” the chameleon said.

“…Right. I should have…I should have expected that.”

Reminding himself that the only difference between this and a human class was that the anthros had so little shame and modesty, while humans would have been completely infuriated or embarrassed at the slightest crotch or nipple bulge, Dustin reached for his zipper. He hesitated, hand shaking just a bit, but he told himself that he needed to at least try this without using the fumes from Amaro’s tail. After being pushed into it – however gently – this many times, he needed to find out what he actually wanted out of these sessions.

He dragged his zipper down just enough for the white of his briefs to show through before his roommate cleared his throat. He blinked.

“What?”

“Maybe you might want to start with your shoes before taking off your pants?”

“…Oh. Right. So they –”

“Come off easier, yeah.”

“Right.”

“It’s okay. Just take your time.”

They were being gentle, and he was glad of that. Even Dola’s teasing grin and obvious eagerness were tempered behind a nod of encouragement. Stephaco’s clicking footsteps as the spider moved across the ceiling were slightly disconcerting, but the long fingers on the other man’s hand were surprisingly gentle as he reached down from above and stroked across his cheek.

Kicking off his shoes, he slowly pulled off his socks, all too aware of all eyes on him. They were fascinated with his body for some reason, and while it was embarrassing, it was also making him feel…well, flattered. Again, it warred with that feeling that he always had from his hometown, that need to prove himself. Here, he didn’t have to. They were curious about him as a natural thing, wanted him because of that, and…

And as much as it shouldn’t, some part of him wanted to embrace that and just be like that, be wanted and enjoyed that way.

He got his socks off, then his pants followed. Amaro helped him out of his shirt –

Thump.

And then Stephaco was on the ground, the black-bottomed, albino-topped spider skittering around the room, walking this way and that, slowly rotating around the display that Dustin was putting on. The sight of the big spider almost scared him off, but the more that he made himself watch the other guy, the more that he realized that there was a genuine sense of grace there, something to be admired.

Once he had that, he felt more comfortable. Something admirable, something cool, was enough to shatter the fear that the spider’s lower parts made him feel.

“You feel ready to take off your underwear, too?” Amaro asked.

“…I…”

“Yes?”

“…I think…I think so.”

“Do you need –”

“I want to do it without that. Just…just to see.”

Even if it was tarrying him to a low-key level. Even if he was thinking that this was kinda scary. Even if he was getting all kinds of turned on and there was nothing about the tail and its fumes to explain it.

[i]It’s me…it’s…it’s all me.[/i]

It should have been humiliating to think that, considering that it was turning his sexuality completely upside-down, but there was something comforting, as well. If he wasn’t what his hometown wanted him to be, was there as much to be afraid of, really? The anthros couldn’t change something that wasn’t there.

[i]I’m not gay…but…[/i]

But that was something to think about another time. Sexuality was a fluid thing, he was starting to feel, and the opportunities that they offered him might not mean the same thing.

[i]Just…take it off.[/i]

With a deep breath, Dustin grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, letting them rest around his ankles for a moment before kicking them away. His cheeks burned as hot as they ever had as he stood naked, completely on display for the skunk, chameleon, monkey, and spider. God, the idea of having them all stare at him like this was…was…

[i]Hot.[/i]

It was sexy in some strange, weird way, and his dick slowly twitched between his legs, rising up little by little as he felt their eyes on it. Dustin’s heart hammered away in his chest, and his face was on fire.

“Hey, do all humans get hard that fast?”

“He’s got a lot of dangle down there. It’s weird not seeing a sheath.”

“Hmm. Considerable thickness,” Stephaco said.

All eyes went to the spider. He smiled.

“For my species, girth is appreciated more than length.”

As the others laughed, Amaro patted his back, and Dustin focused on breathing. Breathing and staying on his feet, considering that the latter was feeling less and less doable as his legs shook. Here he was, showing himself off nearly without a care in the world, and he had an audience that were eager to look at him from all sides.

“Let’s sit you down,” the skunk muttered.

“Yeah…yeah, good…good idea.”

He was lightheaded as he could get as he was guided to a chair and eased into it, his head spinning and his mouth hanging open slightly. As he got comfortable, Dola slid forward, sitting down at his feet before picking one up by the heel.

“No fur, no scales, no pads. Just…skin, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“And you don’t even…”

Dola flicked at his toes, and he blushed.

“No, uh…no, they’re not very good for gripping.”

“Wow.”

The monkey leaned back, pressing his more flexible foot up against Dustin’s sole. It was such a weird feeling, and he didn’t know how to process it. It just felt like…like he was almost an exhibit for them.

And it was fascinating.

And fun.

And…more than slightly arousing.

His cock stood up between his legs, and the others, dressed as they were, just made that little fact more than slightly embarrassing. He tried to ignore it, shuffling about in his chair as he did.

As Dola played with his feet, Stephaco tap-tapped over to him. The spider leaned forward, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other stroked his thigh. Dustin shivered at how close they came to him.

“Does it feel at all worrisome, having that in the open?” the spider asked.

“What – compared to what?”

“Even the others have sheaths. You humans are…unique, in that you have so much exposed.”

“It…isn’t something that we really think about.”

“Ah, you teach yourself to forget your vulnerabilities.”

“And – and kind of an – an honor code…between ourselves.”

He was panting, not so much out of fear anymore, but rather from an intense anticipation as those fingers came closer and closer to his dick, so near to stroking him, so close to pushing him over an edge that he didn’t know how to handle. His breath was coming faster and faster, too, and his cock twitching without actually being touched. It oozed down its sides as his arousal and his nerves fought each other for supremacy.

Zada was there, too, and he was stroking down his back. Dustin leaned forward without thinking, only to feel a sudden pinch right at the base of his spine.

“Gah!”

“Sorry, sorry. Just…so weird to look at someone without a tail.”

“That’s how I feel every time that I visit my ape cousins,” Dola said, laughing. “How’s it look back there?”

“Smooth. [i]Very[/i] smooth.”

“I…” Dustin swallowed, barely keeping himself from apologizing. “It’s just the way that we humans are.”

“How hard is it for you to keep your balance like that?” Zada asked.

“I…I guess it’s not that hard?”

“Well, what do you mean by that?”

“I mean, we’ve never had tails. I don’t know what it’d do.”

“So, does that mean it’s easier for you to take it up the ass?”

Dustin’s mouth just hung open at that question, and he slowly looked over his shoulder at the now-purple chameleon. Zada just cocked his head to the side, clearly not seeing anything weird about what he had just asked. Dustin sputtered, trying to find some way of saying that it was completely inappropriate, but finding no words to actually discuss it.

Amaro flicked his tail, and he finally took the invitation. The human grabbed it and pulled the long, fluffy thing against his face, burying his nose in the stripe at the top and curling around the underside, all but hiding his face in the fluffy limb.

“What? What’d I say?” Zada asked, his voice muffled.

“He’s still straight,” Amaro said.

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. He’s not interested in that.”

“But he –”

“Questioning, at best.”

“…Oh, man. I’m sorry. I’ll give him an apology when he’s out of the tail.”

“I think we should take a break, guys. Let’s let Dustin calm down.”

Dustin stopped listening. With the tail around his head and the low-level fumes, the soft musk, the earthy sort of smell that he had come to enjoy, he was slowly floating off into a state that was much more relaxed than he had been for a long, [i]long[/i] time.

#

When he finally came out of it, the others were gone, and it was just him and Amaro in the study room. The skunk sat nearby in a low squat, while he was flat on his back, staring at the ceiling as he opened his eyes. He groaned.

“Welcome back,” his roommate said.

“How long?”

“About two hours.”

“…God. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You pushed yourself pretty hard.”

“I guess, but, still.”

The fact that he’d been all but broken by that stupid little question still wriggled at him. He should have been better about that, more confident about what he was offering them, and what he was. As it stood…

[i]Does that mean it’s easier for you to take it up the ass?[/i]

Just hearing that question had made him imagine being bent over and getting fucked, and the thought had been…weird. Not wrong, not right, just…weird. And that had scared the fuck out of him.

He’d needed to get away from the question, about whether he was straight, bi, or gay, and that tail had been the only thing that he’d known would keep him from thinking for a while. Hell, it would have let the others experiment, if they wanted, but…but from the feel of things, they hadn’t. They’d given him space. They’d not taken advantage of him when he was buried in the tail.

“Sorry,” he said again.

“It might have been a bit much for your first time sober,” Amaro admitted, shaking his head. “It’s something to remember, that’s all.”

“I guess.”

“You want your clothes.”

“Very much.”

As soon as he was dressed, they got up and left. The library was as quiet as one would expect a library to be, but he kept expecting to see someone from the group and be pushed right back into that moment. Anxiety? Anticipation? Some sort of want that he didn’t understand? It was all there, all bubbling up in the back of his head, and god, he had no idea of how he was going to handle it if someone did show up.

But nobody did. They left the building and started the long walk back to the dorm, and for the entirety of it, he kept babbling.

“So, uh, Stephaco was nice.”

“Heh, he’s a quiet guy, but kind.”

“I didn’t think I would. Spiders are scary.”

“He’s different from your regular spider.”

“Very different. Does he always…”

“Climb?”

“Yeah.”

“Yep. He likes to stay out of the way. Wait until you see him climbing the walls and the ceiling down the college halls.”

That image was enough to make him shiver. He knew that Stephaco was different to the spiders that he had crushed as a kid, and that there was no real danger from the arachnid, but at the same time…

Well, phobias were phobias.

He sighed. College was going to take a great deal of getting used to.

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

Summary: Dustin has another moment with other anthro students and tries it without the tail, and he actually does pretty well.

Tags: M/M, M/Many, Human, Species Play, College, Drider, Skunk, Chameleon, Orientation Play, Monkey, Foot Fascination, Body Study, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Questions, Series,