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

[b][u][center]Part 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]for nagafide[/center][/u][/b]

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

Dustin Williams stepped off the bus and looked up at his home for the next four years. Dunwating University loomed ahead of him with all the signature bits of architecture that one expected from an older, more established place of learning, with high steeples that rivaled the churches of his hometown, and great trees that cast shade across the grounds and the campus proper. There were long, paved pathways that led between the six buildings that he could see from the front gate, and he knew from several previous google searches that the campus spread out for another six that were currently out of sight.

But most of all, most interesting of all, were the people that were already on-campus, and how different they were to the people back home.

Dustin leaned against the side of the entry archway, looking at the anthros that wandered to and fro with just a little shame. Not because they were there, of course - he didn't share his family's problems with that - but because he knew that he was staring. He hadn't seen many before, coming from where he did, and seeing them now was a bit of a shot in the arm, a reminder why he had picked Dunwating to begin with.

"Wow..."

He stared at them, watching a monkey climb down from a tree before pulling itself together and getting a bag of books from the branch above. Straightening a tie, it hustled on towards one of the nearby buildings as if it was just another day, ignoring the fact that, to him, it looked like something straight out of a fantasy book.

It was no different with the other species that he saw spread out along the campus grounds. There were lizards, spiders, skunks, even nagas here and there, though they didn't quite count as anthro in the same way. They were something else, classified as something...he wasn't entirely sure what. The jury was out on that, and the courts were still figuring out how to classify the different subspecies among the anthro people.

But it was all so different, so new, so unique. They all moved differently, their anatomy forcing them to walk differently to humans. Despite their other similarities, some had longer legs, some shorter. Some walked with flat feet, while others walked more on their tiptoes. It was always different, always something new, and seeing someone slithering for the first time was almost magical. He stared at one blue-scaled naga that seemed to almost treat the paved paths as a runway, slithering with the full undulation of tail and body as it moved forward.

It was as different as one could have imagined from his hometown, and he loved it.

"Whoa, watch out!"

The shout came from behind, and Dustin barely had the chance to turn around before he saw something striped and furry coming straight for him. He dived to the side just in time, hitting the pavement and landing on his suitcase as it went zipping by.

He had a moment to see a skunk on a bike flying past him before the rider hit a tree and went flying. The skunk in question hit the ground and went skidding along the grasses, eventually coming to a stop with torn-up grass behind him and a great deal of stains along his shirt.

Dragging himself to his feet, Dustin hurried over, dragging his suitcase over the grass and kneeling down by the fallen skunk. Thankfully, he didn't look hurt, though he rubbed his head with a groan and shook his head rapidly.

"Last time I do that without a helmet," the fluffy guy said. "Sorry for almost bowling you over there."

"No problem...I think..." Dustin shook his head. "Does, um...do you do that often?"

"Flying? Nah. Just decided to try a hill at high speed. And didn't check my brakes."

"..."

"Heh, I didn't say that I was smart. Why do you think I'm here? Something's gotta cure the stupid, and Dunwating might as well take a shot."

Finding someone that dumb was certainly not what he expected for his first day at University, but he couldn't say that it hadn't broken the ice. He offered his hand, and the skunk took it. Helping the other man to his feet, he noticed that the skunk had a massive tail, one that extended quite far past his head. There was a puffiness to it, a poofiness that made him think that things could get lost in there.

The sudden appearance of a most irate squirrel confirmed that. As the angry little thing hopped out, squeaking at them before running up the tree, Dustin cleared his throat.

"Um...if you're alright, I need to get to my room."

"Oh, new student?"

"First year."

"Same here," the skunk said. "Second semester, first year. What dorm are you in? I'll walk you there."

"Uh..." He reached for his pocket, pulling out his cell phone. Finding the confirmation email, he nodded. "D Dorm."

"D, huh? That's me, too. Come on. I'll walk you there."

"You sure?"'

"No class today. Come on. Let me just get that hunk of junk..."

#

They dropped the bike off at the university repair shop, and then made their way around the main admin building. The dorms were just behind it, arranged in a large U shape with small gaps between the different buildings. They were all considered the same structure, listed as a single over-building in the building codes, but they were separate. A through G, with D in the bottom-center of the U-shape, the dorms basically went D-A-001, with D for Dorms, A for the dorm building, and the number for which room they had.

Dustin was checked in by the naga dorm manager - who was quite pleasant, even if he had something of a hissing lisp - and was told that he was being assigned to D-D-034. His new skunk friend - who went by the name Amaro - laughed.

"What the hell? That's my number."

"You put in for a roommate," the naga said. "It sssseemssss that he'sss arrived."

"Well, hell. That's a coincidence. Well, come on. Guess I get to show you where you're staying, too."

Dustin hadn't expected to have a roommate for his first semester, but it was a little too late to complain about something like that now. More to the point, he didn't want to sound like some of the people from his hometown. All of them would have been all but shouting to be given their own room, and not room with one of the 'Furballs', as they would have called the skunk.

He didn't want to be like them. He wanted to be better.

"Uh...sure."

They went down the hall, and their room was near the end of it. Amaro opened the door, revealing a small-ish dorm, one with a bed on either side, a kitchenette in the middle, and a curtain that had been installed in the ceiling for some privacy at night. Amaro looked like he had been living on the side that faced the door, which Dustin was more than happy for. It meant that he'd get some privacy at night in case the other guy was a bit of a party animal.

"Just toss the suitcase anywhere," the skunk said.

"Thanks."

He put it by the foot of his bed, sitting down. Not bad, not uncomfortable either. He took a few deep breaths -

"So, just to get this out of the way. You seeing anyone?" Amaro asked.

"...That's a little...personal, isn't it?"

"Hey, I'm not hitting on you, if you're worried about that," the skunk said, laughing. "Though it's not exactly a lack of interest, either."

"Um...thanks?"

"No problem."

"But uh...no. Not seeing anyone." Dustin shook his head. "Broke up with my girlfriend before coming out here. She didn't like the idea of me leaving, and basically said that it was me going to university or staying with her."

"Ouch." Amaro winced. "Must have been a bit harsh."

"Kind of..."

It had been on the rocks for a while, admittedly. They had been trying to make it work through the last year of high school, but Jenny had different ideas of what they should do for the rest of their lives. She'd wanted to look into getting married and moving out as fast as possible, finding their own place, and all that jazz. He'd wanted to get out of town, and she...well, that wasn't something that she wanted for herself.

He still remembered how she'd shouted at him for hours after he told her where he was going. She screamed that he was just a furball lover, that he was some deviant, and she couldn't believe that he'd been thinking of having kids with her. That one had been just a bit of projection, but the insult still hit.

"And just to get the other awkward one out of the way -"

"Oh god," Dustin muttered.

"Straight, gay, or something else?"

"Straight."

"Damn."

"Sorry, um...kinda. Is this..."

"Hey, just part of what we do," Amaro said.

Dustin looked up and immediately looked away. He hadn't been aware that the other guy was in the middle of changing his clothes, nor that the skunk had decided to take [i]everything[/i] off. That was more than he had been ready for, by some way, and he groaned as he had the image of skunk-butt right in his mind's eye, now. It wasn't a bad ass, either, but -

[i]Not gay, not gay, not gay.[/i]

Not that there was anything wrong with being gay, but the idea of someone flirting with him when he wasn't ready for it nor interested in it was something that he hadn't been ready for. He wasn't gay, and he had nothing against anyone being that, he just didn't have that same interest. And now he had fluffy skunk butt and fluffy skunk tail burned into his brain without quite giving his consent in the matter.

Shading his eyes to keep from getting another accidental bit of nudity burned into his brain, he shook his head. Amaro continued.

"Where are you from? This your first time with other anthros?"

"First time around them this close...or this intimately. Are you going to get dressed?"

"When I find the pants I want to wear. Lots of choices."

"Underwear?"

"Hmmm, in a minute. Cycling that long tends to leave things a little bit cramped in there. I need to air them out a little bit."

"Mmmph..."

"Is it making you uncomfortable?"

"I'm not used to someone flashing me like this. Particularly after asking me if I'm single and...interested."

"Yeah, you've never been around anthros, then. Not really." Amaro chuckled, and he saw the skunk bend over. He kept his eyes covered. "We're pretty open about this stuff as a general rule. There's no real reason to keep covered up, save for human modesty. I mean, I guess you guys have a reason - what with all the lack of fur - but really, it's not like you have to worry about it."

"I...um..."

"What's the matter?"

"Just...stuff I heard."

"What, that we're all debauched idiots that couldn't stop humping each other if the world caught fire?"

"..."

"Well, there's some bit of truth there, but not the way that you humans keep talking about it." As the skunk finally pulled a pair of underwear on, Dustin lowered his hand. "It's not that we're completely sex-obsessed, we're just more open about it, you know? If it happens, it happens. If someone's interested, if both sides are open to it, then why not, huh? It's just one more way to have fun with each other. And it's a hell of a lot more fun than just jerking off, let me tell you."

"Mmmph."

"You're not comfortable with this, are you?"

"Not really," Dustin admitted.

"Heh. I'll drop it."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. Like I said, the big part is that everyone's having a good time, and if you're not having a good time, then there's no point in keeping on."

At least there was that. Dustin knew that his folks were full of it, that there were so many stereotypes about anthros that they couldn't all be true if they were this integrated into society at this point, but now that he was here, now that he was seeing them for real...Well, there was something about seeing it in person that made it all the harder to think about it in a sane, forgiving, intellectual way.

Amaro was [i]very[/i] physical, and it was very hard not to feel a little intimidated by that. The skunk's casual confidence with his body was something that he had never seen from another man back in his hometown, let alone from someone that he was staying with, and he didn't know how to handle that. He wasn't in danger - he reminded himself of that, he wasn't - but it didn't stop him from thinking of the things that could happen.

Humans were a minority at Dunwating University. They were not the majority species, and were probably less than a tenth of the overall student population. If something happened to him, he wouldn't have the hue and cry that would have been raised at another university for his sake. And that was part of the reason he was here, to learn about anthros, to see what they were like. It was...

Well, that was a bit embarrassing. He rubbed his forehead and face, groaning. Amaro chuckled.

"Just realized that you're attending the 'University Zoo'?" he asked.

"Mmmph. Kinda."

"No worries. Most humans realize what they were thinking within a few days of getting here. Least you figured it out before class."

"God, that's embarrassing."

"Not as embarrassing as it could get, man. Welcome to Dunwating. Now, you figure you need some time to rest from the trip here, or are you done waiting for the tour?"

"How many times have you used that line?"

"Just the one, but everyone used it on me my first week. Get ready for a ton of bad puns."

#

Over his first week, there were many and to spare. It seemed that the 'done waiting' thing just couldn't end, and he was 'Dunwating' for the constant welcome to stop.

Other than the constant use of that one bad joke, though, it actually wasn't that bad. He liked the other classmates, though he found himself avoiding his fellow humans, and there were plenty of good folk around that were willing to show him where to go when Amaro was busy cycling - and crashing - or when he needed a bit of help with his schoolwork. The teachers, anthros all, were fascinating to him, and even those that had different ways of teaching or speaking - the nagas with their lisps, the monkeys with the high-howls to some of their speech, the spiders who seemed to speak as much with gestures as with words - only served to fuel his fascination further.

It was almost a perfect learning environment, save for two things.

The first was the fact that the other humans there were acting...odd. Not bad, not mean, but odd, and even...dating. Not each other, either, but other anthros. The first time that he saw a human on a lizard's arm, being held close like [i]they[/i] were the prized possession, the trophy 'girl' - despite the human in question being a guy - it hit him almost viscerally. It seemed so...so off, compared to where he came from, and it took him a moment to find that bit of bias and bigotry in his system and kill it.

The second was the fact that his roommate was an utter perv, and despite the lack of any approaches or flirtation, it was getting more and more difficult to ignore him. The sounds of jerking off at night, the grunts and moans of obvious toys, the way that Amaro had someone over every third night for some fun, meant that Dustin always went to sleep with a bit of skunk-thoughts in his head. It didn't [i]exactly[/i] make him want to leave, but he was constantly hovering over that uncomfortable line of thinking about things that didn't make sense.

He wasn't gay, and he didn't think he could be turned gay, but there was something about having the skunk being so sexual that made him curious in ways that he didn't entirely understand.

But the big thing was just the sheer annoyance of not knowing what he was going to run into on a daily basis. He didn't know if he'd come back and find Amaro there, there and fucking someone, or -

"Oh, god..."

He pinched his nose as he saw the soft skunk-butt and soft paws pointed back at him from the bed. That too-long tail twitched as his roommate looked back at him, smiling.

"Hey, how was class?"

"Better than coming back to look at your ass again," he muttered, shaking his head as he shut the door. "Can't you wear clothes? Even sometimes?"

"Hey, it's better to air it all out. You don't want a build-up of that kind of stuff, trust me."

"Even so..."

"Skunk butt bother you that much? Or do you have a foot thing?" he asked, going back to reading whatever it was he had in front of him. "No shame here. You got a kink, you got a kink."

"I don't have a kink."

"If you say so."

"Ugh..."

It wasn't that he disliked Amaro for this, but it was just one of those irritating little habits that he hadn't reckoned he'd have to deal with. A nudist human would have been okay, to some degree. A nudist skunk with all the weirdness there was harder to deal with, but he felt like he could have dealt with it if he had to. But having a nudist skunk, the anthro newness, and the fact that he'd been flirty as hell the first day? That made it much harder, almost to the point of feeling like some sort of low-level harassment.

He hadn't made a fuss, mostly because he didn't want to make waves for the wrong reasons, but at the same time, it was getting more and more difficult to deal with. He needed to find some way to get his point across.

As he sat down, though, Amaro rolled onto his side, and for the first time, he had a good glimpse of the skunk from the front. The sight of him was...well, striking, and something that he could already tell was getting seared into his mind's eye from the burning feeling in the back of his head.

It wasn't that it was a disgusting mental image or anything like that, but he wasn't used to the fluff on the skunk's rump, nor the tail, and now, he was forced to see an anthro's sheath. It was quite...full, too, with the head poking out of the end, and with that reddened color at a point where he was only used to seeing human shades, it was just too much. He grabbed his pillow and threw it across the room, hitting the skunk in the face.

"GAH!" Amaro grunted.

"Put on some underwear!"

"Come on, you've got the same stuff."

"Not even close!"

"Okay, okay, not the same sort of anatomy, but come on. What's the problem?"

"You're...mmmph."

"...Okay, seriously, what's the problem?" Amaro asked, getting off his bed and walking across the room. "You're weird today."

"Just...not comfortable."

"With what?"

"With...all that."

"With me?"

"No, not you. I'm not like that, I'm just..."

It was hard to find the words for it. Despite everything, he still had a wall against the world of anthros. He was still learning how to deal with all the differences, and all the new things in life, and how it felt to be alone, and -

And he was starting to crash in on himself. He leaned forward, pressing his head into his hands, and it wasn't until he felt a pair of furry arms around him that he realized that his roommate wasn't just walking towards him, but cuddling him. It wasn't sexy, either, just a hold, just someone keeping him company and keeping him from being alone while he wasn't feeling himself. He leaned sideways, allowing himself to be cuddled more tightly, and he enjoyed it.

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Nnngh...I don't want..."

"It's okay. Just relax. I think...I think I get it."

"Nnngh..."

He was whining. God, that sounded pathetic. His breath came in a few sharp hiccups, and he tried to force himself to breathe deeper, or do just about anything that might have made it easier to calm himself down.

Then Amaro brought his tail around, and things...changed. There was an odd scent in the air, and at first, he worried that there had been too much of a build-up of skunk-musk, but it wasn't the reek that was. It was...it was something different, something lower, earthier, rather than something that bitter. He groaned, trying to turn his head from the striped tail, only for it to push that much harder against him.

He breathed again, and the fumes, while not quite burning his nose, went deeper. He groaned under his breath as it went further and further, pulling him down, dragging him into a different sort of state of mind. He rolled his head back, but the tail followed, the oversized thing coiling further and further around him, rubbing along his face and cheeks, drowning him in the thick fluff and fuzz.

It was comfortable, but strange. Another little groan escaped him, and the smell seemed to get thicker and thicker the tighter that the tail wrapped around his neck and head. There was no more whimpering, though, nothing that made him feel pathetic.

Instead, there was just a soft wheeze, a gasp, and then another wheeze. His head felt stuffed full of cotton, so hard to think, so much easier to just sit there and be held. It was nicer to let someone that cared about him take care of him for a little bit, to mentally check out and just...let it be.

"That's better, right?"

"It's...it's okay."

"That's all?"

"I just...I'm so..."

"Just relax, okay? Just relax. I'm here."

That was all that he needed right then. Someone to be there. Someone to help him muddle through this. He...he could take that.

And if that meant that he was being held a bit tighter, that he was pulled a bit closer to the naked skunk, then Dustin could deal with that, too. He found himself getting dragged down a bit, falling back on his bed, and his head...

His head rested on Amaro's chest. There was something nice about the soft fur, and nicer still about the thick tail wrapped around him like a blanket. That smell, that thick, almost purple-ish smell cloud that clung to him on all sides, was still there, too, and it was getting stronger the more that he breathed it in. He was lost to it, and he didn't mind. The more that he breathed it in, the further away the real world was, and the more that it was tolerable to just be here, despite the fact that the skunk's nudity had perturbed him so much mere moments before.

"That's better, isn't it?"

"Mmmph."

"Feel better just lying down?"

"Feel something."

"That's probably going to be a boner later."

"Huh?"

"Heh, nothing. But hey...do you trust me?"

Amaro said it with just a hint of reluctance, almost like he was a little unsure. Or at least, Dustin thought that was the sound behind the words. He didn't really have an easy way of thinking and comparing right at the moment.

The skunk had scared him a few times, surprised him at others, and he was...he was rubbing...rubbing over his arm and head now. Petting him. Dustin groaned, not sure what to think about the feeling, but it wasn't bad. Just...just comforting, and handsy, and, and physical. Amaro had been physical from day one, and was only getting more so now that they were lying together in bed.

Something about that screamed that it was more intimate than he wanted, but the calming smell and musk from that tail was keeping him from feeling too bad about that. He almost felt a little high, and that made him giggle. High off of skunk tail. That had to be a new one.

"Do you trust me?" Amaro asked again.

"Yeah..."

"You sure?"

"Mmmph...no, but...but you're good..."

"Heh...good enough."

"Mmmph?" he groaned.

"Don't worry. I'm going to make you feel good. A distraction, you know?"

"Mmm...okay..."

Not entirely there, he barely noticed as one of the skunk's hands went down to his jeans, pulling at his zipper. He felt it go down, but then time went a bit funny. One second he was on his side, leaning against the skunk's chest. The next, he was on his back, and Amaro was leaning on him, and one soft hand was down between his legs, giving him a slow rub, teasing his cock up.

His cock.

His very hard cock.

"Nnngh?" he groaned, trying to think of how they'd gotten here and failing. "What...how..."

"Just relax. It's just a bit of fun. Nothing serious."

"Nothing -"

"It's just fun. Two guys. Doesn't mean anything, right?"

"...Doesn't mean anything..."

"After all, not like the people you jerk off to mean anything to you just yet. It's just a bit of fantasy, something to make it fun. Let me make it fun for you right now, huh?"

"Mmmph...okay..."

"That's it. Just relax. Take a few deep breaths. Cuddle into my tail if you have to."

There was something odd about that suggestion, but he took it, pulling that tail close as the padded fingers of the skunk continued to dance up and down his cock. The texture was so different from his own, and he shivered as he bit off a moan. The soft fur should have been a friction nightmare, some part of him thought, but the pads along the palm kept him from feeling it. All he felt was the soft squish and give that they had, and he groaned as they pumped him good and hard.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"That's it. Just relax...relax and enjoy it."

It was easy to relax, he supposed. Easy enough to just drift and let that hand work its magic. Up, down, up, down, his cock getting stiffer and stiffer the longer that the handjob went on. Dustin closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the feeling of something so different.

It was like that moment of wonder when he'd first stepped on campus, when he'd seen all the other anthro species on the grounds. The way they walked, the way that they talked to each other, the differences that so many different species offered just in the nature of their biology. He remembered how wonderful it had been to see that kind of variety, and held onto that, comparing it to this.

This, he realized, was better. Much better. Mostly because there was a lot of pleasure attached to the wonder, too.

"Ah...mmmph..."

"Never thought a human cock could get this hard," the skunk muttered. "I thought that you'd be all soft and squishy, but you're as hard as a dog, easily."

"Mmph..."

"Guess you don't need a bone to have a boner, eh?"

"Heh...hehe..."

"Getting close?"

"Mmmph...yeah..."

"Want me to use my mouth to finish it, or -"

"Mmmph...mmm-mmm..."

"Okay, okay. No worries. First time, just hands, right?"

"Just...just hands," he moaned from his stoned, out-of-it mentality. "Please..."

"No problem, man, no problem."

There was, however, a bit of spit added, just enough to make the stroking a little slicker, a little faster. Dustin panted as a bit of hot breath blew over the head of his cock, both wanting it and afraid of it on some level, but the moment passed. The stroking got faster, and tighter, and he could feel his balls rising up, dragging him closer and closer to getting off. He panted, his eyes closing tighter.

One hand went to his balls, giving them a little roll and squeeze, and that was all that he needed. He gasped, arching his back, and he came.

"Nnnngh!"

The splatter following that moan went all over his stomach, staining his belly and the hairs over it. He panted and thrust away against the skunk's fingers, his eyes rolled back, his balls rising up and his body tingling all over. Amaro tilted his cock down, making sure that the mess didn't spread, and kept holding him.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"That's it...that's it...let it all out...man...you were pent up."

The pleasure still rolled through him, but so did the sleepiness that always came post-orgasm. Dustin tried to open his eyes, but it was so much easier to keep them closed. Not just for the sake of tiredness, either, but also just because some part of him wasn't ready to see what he knew he'd see if he did.

He could feel the skunk boner against his thigh, and he didn't know, even in that high, tranced state, if he could entirely think about what he had just done. So, instead, he let himself drift off to sleep.

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

Summary: A young man goes to a college mostly attended by anthros, and faces both some cultural differences, as well as some questions of his sexuality.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Musk, Tail, Skunk, Human, Human/Anthro, Handjob, Freakout, Calming Down, Dubcon, Series, Nudity, Nudist, College, Orgasm, Cum,