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The raucous clusterfuck that was the campus bar faded into the distance as Owen alternately walked and stumbled across the campus. The only reason he even went there was because the drinks were slightly cheaper than the pubs in town, letting him stretch out his liquor budget… or at least pretend to. Plus he was hoping the intrusively loud music would keep a certain anthro out of his head.

But even now, he couldn't keep out thoughts of the guy. And it was all driving him NUTS. Hell, he didn't even know the wolf's name because he b-lined down the courtyard before they could hammer that out. So now he was stuck with involuntary fantasies about the guy, and he didn't even know who to curse for it. Between all the books he still had to read and the pile of essays he had to key smash, the last thing he wanted was a giant distraction he couldn't shake.

God… what was it about that damn wolf that had him so hung up? This was crazy. They'd literally encountered once. For a minute if even that. But apparently that was all it took. Even after loud music, a room full of drunk people, and a couple more drinks than he probably should have knocked back, he was STILL thinking about him… and he was a right flirt in those thoughts. He'd never thought of anthros like this before, and it wasn't because he'd never seen them. He grew up in the city, after all. But even there, he never really interacted with them… or most other people, for that matter. He usually had his head buried in a book, including the day the wolf fell into his life. So WHY was he suddenly picturing this wolf guy winking at him and stripping down- NO STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT! Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, he kept walking to… wherever he was going. He wasn't really sure where.

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The strain of staring at a dim computer screen for hours on end was starting to take a toll on Milton's eyes. Even with switching his terminal display to a black background with white text there wasn't much relief. He'd been fighting with several lines of code for the past couple of hours, having little success in troubleshooting. Figuring he wasn't going to make anymore progress just staring at the text as he was, he simply saved his file and shut his computer off for the time being. Coding was great when everything worked as intended, but when it didn't… it was the closest analog to hell.

With his mind pulled out of computers for a bit, other aspects of the world started coming back to him. In particular, a certain someone he'd inadvertently crushed on a bench had, once again, hopped into the front of his thoughts.

That moment when they both looked up and saw each other kept playing in his mind. Or at least his perspective of it did. He recalled some book covering the bottom part of his face, though he wasn't paying attention to the title. He was busy with what was above it. The few expressions he'd gotten to see were surprised, dazed, and… slightly annoyed. Then he spoke… and asked if he would stop crushing him. Then he hopped off the human like he was spring-loaded, apologized a bunch, and took off down the courtyard. Probably not the best exit, but their encounter left him flushed with his heart pounding in his head. And when he later found himself leaning against some random wall coming down from that huge high, a warm feeling started washing over the… horny anxiety? Yeah, that works. Anyway, nobody ever made him feel like that. Like he just wanted to pounce on them and… do as wolves do when they're horny. And not in the courtyard with an audience… probably.

Then the rational part of his brain returned from vacation and drew out a sigh. They'd barely exchanged two sentences. He knew nothing about this guy, including his name. For all he knew, the dude wasn't even into guys. Hell, he could be a huge jerk or even a homophobe… who was still unbelievably alluring. Imagine how shitty that would be. Being utterly enamored with someone who not only would never love you, but find you disgusting on top of it. All because the heart doesn't stop to think. Really, even if he WAS into dudes, there was no guarantee he was into anthros. And it wasn't like such relationships were met with glowing reviews, either. Yet he couldn't shake the idea from his head. Like it just refused to outright dismiss that something amazing could be there and he'd be foolish not to at least look. But he hadn't seen the guy in a week...

A growl escaped from his throat and he quickly stopped it, looking around nervously. Nobody else was around, thankfully. He hadn't really been checking. But he was insanely frustrated with this. Why couldn't he just decide to either move on or meet this guy? Was he really that afraid of rejection? It wasn't like he'd never been dumped before, and he was still alive. Several ice creams and break-up songs later… and maybe a long period of feeling empty inside. So yeah, maybe rejection is scary. Maybe having things fall through is even scarier. And, more than likely, he was reading way too much into this and really needed to just talk to the guy. But how was he even going to find him? He only knew what he looked like… sort of, and he didn't even know how to properly describe him. What could he do…?

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He wasn't stumbling quite as much now that the worst of his intoxication had passed. Instead, Owen just putted around aimlessly, unsure what to do with himself. He didn't really feel like going anywhere else, but he also didn't want to go back to his room to either be left alone with his thoughts or to deal with his roommate. Then he realized that, in his aimless putting, he'd just been following the footpaths and not keeping track of where he was going. He looked up for a moment to see the familiar sight of the courtyard. And that damned bench.

It was a little hard to make out at first with only the sporadic lamppost to illuminate the scene, but that was definitely it. He hadn't actually sat there since the encounter out of… something. Actually, he wasn't really sure why he'd been avoiding it. But every other time he saw it, something twisted in his stomach and he ended up going somewhere else to read. Maybe he just wanted to read somewhere with less risk of getting smooshed. Or maybe he was subconsciously worried he'd run into the wolf again and have to face his weird thoughts. Hard to say. But looking at it now he realized the booze had left him a bit woozy and he should probably sit down.

A sigh full of defeat and exasperation escaped him as he walked over to the familiar seat, feeling that memory come back as he planted himself down. He leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands as the moment played over for the hundredth time. In particular, the part where their eyes met kept coming to his mind. That seemed to be what he always focused on. He had to admit, the wolf's eyes WERE very pretty. They were big, and an interesting shade of hazel and green. Then there was that look he gave him. It started off as surprised as his own and then quickly shifted to something else. His eyelids lowered, a weird sound came from his chest, and his tail started to wag. Then he recalled a strange feeling forming in his own chest, which was… kind of pleasant? Minus the whole getting crushed thing. But none of that mattered. He still had no idea who the guy was. He planted his elbows on his hips and leaned forward, grunting and resting his face in his hands. Damn wolf and his cute face…

…and the thoughts are back. Damn it all.

Getting frustrated with his own fantasies yet again, Owen gave up and pushed himself up off the bench. The hell with it. Maybe a good walk to wherever would clear his head.

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The wolf huffed out in relief as he felt the cool night air blow against his fur. Since he clearly wasn't going to get anything else done that night, he opted to just pack up and head home. Between being really tired and having stared at a computer screen for longer than was probably healthy he'd managed to exhaust his steam. He would just have to finish the rest of his assignment in the morning.

There was a light, pleasant breeze blowing through his fur as he made his way across campus. He was avoiding thoughts of his bed for fear of a certain someone showing up in them, instead just focusing on the path ahead of him and where he was going. As he wandered through the campus paths and passed a few by-now familiar buildings he took a light sniff to get a taste of the fresh air. Then a strange scent hit his nose. He thought it smelled familiar, but it was getting mixed up with booze. Figuring he had no better plans for the evening, he stuck his nose up again and began following the scent.

And there it was. After a stroll through the campus courtyard he saw that familiar seating arrangement. Now with that human's scent coming off of it. But he hadn't stuck around… and, apparently, he'd been drinking. Hopefully he was okay. Part of him was tempted to track him down and make sure, but another part reminded him that the human would likely find that creepy and he probably shouldn't. But what if something happened? …and why did he care so much? What was the deal?!!? Ugh…

…goddammit, he was gonna do it. He was actually going to look for him. And try to make it look like a coincidence. Despite everything that could go wrong. Looking like a stalker, scaring the guy half to death, possibly starting a rumor that he was preying on humans… nope, still gonna do it. Well, if he was going to be reckless and impulsive he may as well get to it. Taking another whiff of the air, he got an idea of where the guy was going and started down that same path. Oh God… this was such a bad idea. And yet, his feet just kept moving.

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Owen didn't have anywhere to go or any books to hide in. He'd forgotten to bring one. So he really was just at a loss. Not really wanting to go anywhere but not wanting to stay where he was or go home. Just walking through some odd, disenchanting hour trying desperately to get his thoughts in order. But it was useless. Didn't matter if he counted steps, watched the cracks in the pathways flow by, smacked the odd light post with his hand, or gazed up at the sky. He was still a mess.

Ugh… it was as endless as a void. Wait… what was it that Pavese said about voids? Or was it abysses? Eh, either way. But really, what was it…? Something about the only way to escape being to measure it. Look at it and descend in. Meaning he would escape sexy wolf thoughts by… thinking about them more? Eh, fuck it. Wasn't like he had a better idea.

Owen plopped himself down under a tree with a heave, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. Okay, time to try something crazy. Now then… look at him.

So, a tall wolf man covered in gray fur with a splotch of white over his right eye. Kinda beefy- ERR, a bit on the thicker side. A black nose. Eyes colored like an evergreen forest in a rainstorm… or, you know, just grayish green. That, too. Anyway, frosted tips in his hair?… fur?... headfur? Yeah, that sounds about right. His nose was black- wait, that's been covered. Well, it's kinda shiny, too. And his cheeks were fluffy and cu- …just fluffy. Like his tail… and now he was picturing his rear. And what was the last part of that void analysis again? Descend in- NO! Nope. Not imagining that… or at least trying not to.

His face had gradually migrated into his hands while he was processing the wolf. This was one void… abyss... whatever it was, that he wasn't coming out of anytime soon. And now he was fighting to not imagine what topping the guy would be like… great idea so far. Ten out of ten.

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Following the human's scent was leading him to a strangely remote place. Near the edge of the campus, where the woods started. How did he end up here?! He figured the guy would just go back home, wherever that was. And he probably didn't live in the woods. So was he just looking for the most random place on campus? That was a weird thing to do… he thought, while literally stalking him. To the woods. God, this was all kinds of wrong…

…and yet, he kept walking. Great. So, with the understanding that this did not look appropriate in any way, shape, or form, Milt pressed onward. And hey, maybe he could meet the guy, find out he's a total jerk, and just move on with his life. Or, and this was the preferred outcome, he would like the wolf back. Or nothing would come of this and it would all just be a weird memory… or he freaked out and reported him? Hopefully that wasn't the straw he drew. But he was about to find out. Human spotted at… wow. Literally twelve-o-clock. In the morning. So just to recap: remote location, nobody else around, VERY late, and they were basically still strangers. Yep.

Huh. He… wasn't looking so good. Sitting against a tree, head in his hands, and… rubbing his eyes? Was hard to tell from here. Should he really bother him right now? He probably wouldn't appreciate it… but it probably wasn't a good idea to leave him here, either. He'd obviously been drinking given the smell of alcohol, and this definitely wasn't a place you'd want to pass out in.

Screw it. He wasn't about to leave the guy in the woods like this. Overriding his nerves and every instinct telling him to turn around, he began walking over. Hopefully the words came to him before he arrived.

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The trees rustled lightly as a gentle fall breeze blew through them. The odd cloud moved through the sky without ever obscuring the moon, coating anything too far from a light post in various shades of blue and gray. It was dark enough that it would be hard to make out someone's face but bright enough to see a silhouette against the distance. “Twilight" would be the word if those books hadn't ruined the term forever. So for now we'll just call it Too Early.

And there, in the middle of Too Early, a young human sat down against a tree on the edge of some woods. After a disappointing night of bad music, cheap booze, and what would likely be considered impure thoughts wreaking havoc in his head, he wasn't really in a mood to be around anyone. Going this far out was probably overkill, but hey. Whatever worked. As long as nothing came out from behind the trees.

** *snap***

…or from the other direction. The intruding wolf's fur puffed out just as the human lifted his head and looked up. Then they just kind of stood there, like they were frozen in time. And even though he couldn't bring himself to look the human in the eye, the wolf still felt his gaze trying to burn holes through him. Both had spent so much time trying NOT to think of the other person that it never occurred to them what they'd actually say if they met. Of course, being the one who'd had a bit more to drink, the human's impulses took the first step. “…you."

It wasn't much, but it was enough to get the wolf to look up at him. And there, even in the dim light of the moon and lamps, the connection still caught the two off-guard. That same strange desire built up in the wolf, eventually making him turn away again, while the human found himself in a tug-of-war between incredibly frustrated and drawn. After a few more seconds he started pushing himself up off the ground, figuring it easier to just face the problem head-on. Whether or not the wolf was ready.

He gave his back and rump a quick brushing with his hand before finally stepping forward, quickly walking toward an increasingly antsy wolf man who was still having diction trouble. The few moments where the gap was closing between them had the wolf's head going like a Grand Prix. What was the guy going to say to him? What was HE going to say?! And why was this so hard to figure out?!!

When the sound of footsteps stopped he looked forward to see him. The human. Same perturbed look on his face, not any taller, and yet somehow more intimidating now that he was only about a meter away. So much so, in fact, that he had the wolf's fur puffed out yet again and even got a startled “YIPE!" out of him. They both jumped back a bit at the noise, with the human immediately shifting from surprised to perplexed. Did he actually just scare this guy? This big wolf guy? By walking up to him?

While the wolf was wilting under how embarrassing this situation was becoming, the human was trying to process the absolute irony of his situation without breaking down into a laughing fit. Still, a small snort managed to escape his nose before he got a hold of himself. “Ahem… right." While he still had his composure, he continued. “So… you."

Milt's ears perked up slightly and he looked over to the human, who didn't sound angry but rather like he was amused. “Yes?"

“You're that wolf with two left feet." He tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms. “The one who fell on me."

Milt slumped over a bit more. “…yeah, that was me."

“Well, I- umm…" The look on Owen's face shifted to stumped. “Wow, I… didn't actually plan this far ahead."

“What?" He shot the human a confused look.

“I had 'two left feet' and 'you fell on me.' Nothing after that…" With so many of his thoughts ping-ponging between attempts to avoid the subject and involuntarily pining in some way, he hadn't really processed how he felt about what happened. He didn't even think… “Wasn't even sure we would see each other again… wait. Why ARE we seeing each other again?" He straightened up and slid his hands down to his sides. “How did you find me here?"

Milt immediately cringed at the question and blurted out his stock answer. “Oh. Uh… just, you know, out for a stroll? I was at a computer all night and just… wanted a break."

“Right…" Owen pointed is thumb toward the woods behind them. “And you were planning a walk into the woods?"

“No. I saw you from the path and… wanted to make sure you were okay, I guess." He couldn't help scratching at his arms a bit from his nerves.

Owen's gaze became a bit more suspicious. “I don't think anyone walks by the woods at night as part of a random stroll."

“Then why are you here?"

“Hey! We're talking about YOU." The hypocrisy of his statement wasn't something Owen really wanted to work through. Though it did spark the idea that he was possibly just being paranoid. “…and I just kind of stumbled this way."

“Yeah, literally…"

“And what is that supposed to mean?"

“It means I can smell the alcohol on you."

All Owen could do was blush in frustration and embarrassment. Damn canine noses… they caught everything. “Oh, please. I just had a couple of beers."

Milt just shot him a raised eyebrow and pointed to his nose again.

“…fine. And some whiskey." Every. Single. Thing. “I had a long week."

“…and now you're the one with two left feet." He couldn't hold back a light snicker at his own joke.

While initially a bit surprised at the shot, Owen found himself smirking in amusement. “And yet, I managed to avoid the benches."

Milt just smiled over at him. “But not the woods."

“The woods are bigger."

The two laughed together for a moment and then took a look at one another. Milt found himself looking over the human's face now that he wasn't so frazzled and he could see him better. He was… oddly cute. In a hot librarian sort of way with his glasses. He was interrupted from his archetyping when Owen spoke. “You keep doing that."

Milt felt his cheeks flush and his nerves flare up again. “Uhh, w-what do you mean?"

“Staring at me." He stopped directly in front of the wolf, looking up at him. “And now you have me staring back. So we should probably get to exchanging names." His open hand extended out toward the wolf. “Owen."

After staring at the hand for a few seconds, the wolf's own hand moved out and clasped the human's. He quelled the feeling of excitement he got from the contact and got to the task at hand. “Milton."

“Huh." Owen's brow furrowed slightly in confusion at what he heard as their hands returned to their sides. “That's… not what I expected."

The wolf just smiled sheepishly. “I get that a lot."

“Yeah, I'll bet." Owen found himself admiring the white patch around the wolf's right eye, contrasted against the rest of his fur in the dim lighting, before he continued. “Aaanyway, it's uhh… nice to finally meet you. Milton."

“You can call me Milt."

“Okay. Milt." He was about to ask him something else, but the wolf beat him to it.

“So wait. Are you mad about the bench thing or not?"

“I… don't know, actually." He wave his hand back and forth a bit as he spoke. “I mean, sure. I don't like being interrupted in the middle of a book. Or smothered in the middle of campus." Another snort escaped his nose. “But watching you run down the courtyard was pretty funny."

Milt rolled his eyes and pouted his lips a bit. “Oh shut it. You're the one who said 'stop crushing me.'"

“I mean, you DID stay on me for a good ten seconds. Speaking of…" He shot the wolf one more curious glance. “Why did you do that? And why was your tail wagging?"

Milt had never been more happy to have fur covering him since he turned red pretty much all over. He didn't want to just blurt out that he found Owen incredibly attractive, but then what has he supposed to say? Then a particularly stiff breeze blew by them and through the woods that were still there, reminding them both of where they were and how late it was. When they both caught a weird moaning sound coming from somewhere within the trees, they exchanged nervous glances. And Milt jumped at the chance to change the subject, at least for now. “Err, wanna go?"

“Yeah. Let's go."

The two immediately pivoted and started their stroll back to the main campus, not realizing at first that they were walking side by side. The realization initially surprised the two, who lightly jumped away from one another and blushed slightly. The human coughed into his fist a couple of times and then looked back at the wolf, trying not to get fixated on how cute he looked. “Do you, maybe… wanna walk back together?"

“I mean, I guess we should." He laughed lightly. “You're probably still a bit tipsy."

“Nah, I'm fine now." With his own sheepish expression lightly pushed the wolf's arm, lighting up a bit at the familiar feeling of fur. “But I have been enjoying the company." When he saw the wolf's tail start wagging again he couldn't help himself. He laughed and felt himself blush at the gesture. “It's wagging again..."

Milt blushed in turn and looked away, slightly embarrassed but also undeniably excited they were walking together. “It just means I'm happy…"

“So you were happy you fell on me?"

The wolf's ears slightly lowered as he tried to think of some response that didn't outright admit he found the guy adorable. He ended up rubbing the back of his head and taking the middle road. “…maybe?"

“Well, then." He turned to the wolf with a light smile. “If it's that fun, maybe I should fall on you sometime."

The two shared another laugh, with Milt's spine tingling a bit at the thought of the human sprawled on him. But he pushed the thought away for the time being, deciding to just enjoy being around him as they walked back to the main campus.

The two walked silently for a bit after Owen joked about falling on the wolf man. As the trees faded into the dark and the two made their way along a path back to the courtyard they resumed their exchange. They initially just covered the basics like what programs they were in, when they got there, how classes were going, and what drew them to the school in the first place. Eventually the topic of where they were drawn from came up and they found their backgrounds to be quite contrasting.

“Nope, seriously. You really are one of the first humans I've genuinely talked to. I think there was, like, one out where I lived. And we never interacted much."

“Just never encountered them, or…?"

“He wasn't there long. Guy got bullied almost constantly by nearly everyone at school. Eventually, it got so bad the family decided to leave entirely." His mind briefly went back to the day he saw the family driving away from the town with everything from rocks to full on bricks being fired at them. “It was… really fucked up."

“It can imagine, since it's far from being an isolated case." Owen saw the curious look the wolf gave him and jumped in to clarify. “Humans don't tend to live far from cities for a reason. Anthros dominate rural areas, and we know they don't welcome us given how we've treated them in the past. I mean, even here you see the bastions of that heritage."

“What do you mean?"

“See that building over there? The one you probably spend a lot of time in?" The human pointed forward to a short stone building lined with columns, arches, and some larger windows. The archway over the main entrance, which looked a bit more modern than the rest of it, had 'Computer Science' chiseled into it. “Built almost 200 years ago. By slaves." He gave a light sigh before continuing. “A lot of them died in the process, too."

“Oh…"

“Yeah. Then the school decided to make things even worse by selling the furs of the dead slaves to turn a buck. Just because they could."

“That's… horrifying."

“Yeah, it really is." Owen took on a look of genuine anger. “And then some jerk-off in my PoliSci class was defending this by saying they used that money to fund scholarships. 'Cause, you know, that definitely erases mass murder. Nevermind that none of the dead people benefited from that, or even got recognized." Catching himself before the litany swept him up, Owen paused and pushed his glasses back. “Anyway, I guess… I get why they're angry. Humans have been terrible to them, and they have no reason to trust us. Especially with the more… unsavory characters getting louder." He recalled the growing Skinners United movement, which called for re-segregating cities in response to rural anti-human sentiments and restricting citizenship to humans, effectively making anthros property again. But speaking of rural sentiments… “What about you, though?"

“Oh. Uh… what about me?"

“How did you feel about humans before you got here? Be honest." Seeing the wolf hesitate a bit, Owen raised his right hand. “I swear not to prosecute you for your answers."

“To be honest, I didn't think about them all that much until I saw what happened to that guy and his family." Milt shoved his fingers into the pockets of his shorts. “I heard a lot of the horror stories… minus the ones you just told me, and I guess I was a bit wary of them, but without really knowing one I wasn't sure what to think. And even though I never really got to know the one in my town, he didn't seem anything like what we were told humans were. He tried to stay invisible most of the time, and never actually hurt anyone. So when he left, or got pushed out rather, I got curious."

“What about?"

“If you were all as awful as everyone said." The wolf shrugged. “It just didn't seem that way. What about you?"

“Well, I don't think I'm awful, but some people-“

“No no, not that." He chuckled. “What did you think of anthros before you got here?"

“Ah, but of course." Owen laughed a bit and then continued. “It honestly didn't change much. Anthros have their own districts in pretty much all cities, and they wander outside of them pretty frequently. Plus they de-segregated schools long before I started going, so I've at least been around them since I was a kid."

Milt looked over to the human and tilted his head curiously. “Just around them?"

“They can put us all in rooms together, but they can't make us talk. Beyond the occasional class project or assembly we were forced into, there wasn't much… friendly interaction between the groups. And I didn't interact with people much in general, so yeah. Mostly just around them."

“What about outside school? You mentioned districts?"

“Oh God no. A human going to any of those would be a death wish. Imagine what happened to that guy from your town but, like, ten times worse. Not to say the odd idiot didn't wander by to tag the walls…" He gave a light eye roll, recalling the boundaries of the districts having various spray-painted slurs.

Milt recalled the occasional tag on some of the buildings back home, only they would be anti-human instead. Then a thought occurred to him. “So wait… am I the first anthro you've really talked to?"

“Hmm…" He thought back for a second before replying. “First in a long time, at least. Speaking of firsts, I, um… hope I'm making a good impression?"

The wolf just laughed. “Considering I almost crushed you before, I think I'm the one who should be worried about that."

“Don't worry about it too much. I'm fine." The two were nearing the corner of campus where the dorms were concentrated. “Have to say, it's pretty amazing that same guy just walked home with me at midnight talking human-anthro relations."

“Oh. Uh, thanks…"

“You're welcome. Now answer my question." He gave the wolf a quick wink.

“Huh? Oh! Um…" He didn't have to think it over too much before answering. “Yeah, you did."

“Good. Then hopefully you'll let me make another one." Owen turned around and stopped on a path leading to a prismatic, plain-looking brick building with Gregory Hall posted on it in metal letters. “Maybe over some coffee?"

While Milt tended to go for energy drinks over coffee, since they burned his tongue less, he was definitely eager to meet with Owen again. He quickly smiled and nodded. “I'd love to! When are you free?"

“Hmm… how about two days from now, around lunch?" He rubbed the back of his head and smiled awkwardly. “I, uh… have some work to catch up on."

“Haha… same here." Milt remembered that assignment he still didn't have finished… that was due tomorrow. “So yeah, two days works for me. Wanna meet at The Mug?"

“Sure. Sounds good." With that, the time had finally come to part for the evening… or morning, really. Much as the idea teased him in the back of his brain, Owen managed to resist joking about staying the night. Even though the wolf's tail was wagging again. “So, umm… guess I'll see you then?"

“Yeah, guess so." Milt couldn't really hide how excited, and relieved, he was. Despite everything, this actually DID go well some crazy how. Granted he'd eventually have to admit that he didn't just stumble upon the guy, but that was a chat for another day. For now, it was time to part once again. This time without running down a courtyard. “Uhh… thanks for, you know, walking back with me. It… I enjoyed talking with you."

And another light blush adorned Owen's cheeks. Even if he wasn't trying to be, the wolf was oddly charming. “Haha, thanks. Me too." He was about to start walking toward the door of the dormitory, but before he did a sudden urge made him reach out and shake Milt's hand. “Have a good night… Milt."

The gesture was pretty unexpected and surprised Milt in turn, but he managed to smile and shake back. “You too… Owen."

The two slowly let their hands part and, with a final smile and wave, began walking apart. Owen toward the main door of his dorm, Milton to the entrance of his own. Right before opening the door Owen took one final look back and saw the wolf heading toward one of the dorms further from campus, where he'd heard most of the anthro students stayed. He'd also heard more than one person call it “Animal House," and he wasn't sure if that was a movie reference. When he saw Milt look back at him he quickly turned back and went into his dorm.

Milt chuckled to himself as he turned back around and continued to his dorm. “Guess I'm really not the only one staring."

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Owen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his roommate wasn't around. After the night he'd just had there was a LOT to process.

He still found it a bit funny that the wolf tried to play the meeting off as coincidence, given that he came from the same direction Owen had and could have easily just tracked him by scent. Not that he could prove anything, but he seriously doubted they just met by chance. That said, nothing about him from their conversation came off as malicious. Awkward, maybe, but still very friendly and… kind of adorable? Still, best to hold off on giving out his phone number or any other ways to communicate until he saw how their next meeting went. Just in case.

That said, he did have really high hopes for it. Milt seemed like a good guy, and at least part of him had started to care what the guy thought about him. It may have been the part that had been having weird fantasies about him for the past week, but that was still something. Speaking of his weird fantasies…

The human shut and locked the door, kicked off his shoes, ripped off his shirt, and crawled into his bed. Putting his wallet and keys up on his headboard, he pulled out his phone to quickly check if he had any messages or e-mails. Seeing none, he moved to put his phone up but then suddenly stopped. For some reason, which may have involved several recent events, he felt a strange urge well up in him. An urge to… see naked anthro men? And… fucking. He wanted to see them fucking. He initially felt his thumb move over to open his internet browser, but quickly caught his senses and immediately put his phone up on his headboard with everything else. Fuck, that was the last thing he wanted anyone finding on his phone…

Still, the urge to see some fur in action was working in his system and, before long, he found himself once again fantasizing about Milt. Only this time he found that the wolf's character was less a projection of his own personality and more a reflection of Milt himself. Awkwardly charming, sweet, and… maybe submissive? Would that really be case, or was he projecting again? Well, either way, the next thing he was thinking of was that same cute wolf turning around and stripping down for him. “…God dammit, I am such a pervert." Having accepted this racy side of himself, or at least given in to its demands for the night, Owen quickly undid his belt and pushed his hand down into his pants, cupping his hand over himself and grinding into it as he imagined the scene unfolding.

“Just to clear my head. That's all." Or, at least, that's what he planned to tell himself as he mentally undressed the guy he was still slightly unsure about. He had to outsource the naughty bits by pulling from some old artwork he'd seen, but before long he had the big wolf down on all fours in front of him and beckoning him with his raised, wagging tail. For whatever reason, the idea of his tail raised like that sent a surge through Owen's groin and made his breath shake. He unbuttoned his pants with his other hand and started shifting his pants down with his underwear, taking proper hold of his cock and pulling it out. He huffed a bit as he started stroking his meat in earnest.

At first, he just thought about teasing the wolf. Groping his thick, furry asscheeks, spreading them, hot-dogging him, laughing a bit at the idea of hot-dogging a dog, and ultimately wondering what fur would feel like rubbing him down there. Then he moved to the bigger question: what it would feel like to mount him. To shove his cock in his big, wolfy ass and just grind into him. Initially he stuck to just picturing his rod sinking in and out of the wolf's hot butt, but then he let himself go deeper into the fantasy. He hadn't really picked a setting, but wherever they were having sex would fill with the sounds of the wolf panting, grunting, and whining needily. A gasp when he thrust particularly hard or slapped their balls together, a groan when he reached around to pinch his nipples, even begging him to thrust harder. By this point Owen was practically slamming his cock into his fist and letting out light gasps of his own, his breaths quickening as he lost himself in thoughts of fucking the wolf. “Yeah… good boy."

Thoughts of this wolf had been teasing him for almost a week, so it didn't take him long to feel the edge approaching now that he was shamelessly picturing screwing his brains out. By this point in his personal porno he had Milt by the shoulders and was slamming his hips into the wolf's ass, sweating onto his back as he pushed back into his thrusts. Thinking of the wolf's tongue lolling out and him whining as his butt was pounded had that familiar pressure building up at the base of Owen's groin and his balls pulling up. In one moment a wave of desire ebbed out through his body and had him furiously jerking his cock, starting to groan out himself as his crotch tingled. He pictured giving one last hard slam into the wolf and making him groan out in unison as he filled him with thick globs of jizz, which began erupting from his cock back in the real world as his orgasm took him.

His hand slowly continued pumping up and down his shaft as he rode out his climax and came back down. While he was enveloping the hunky wolf in a hug and grinding into him in his head, back in his actual bed he was just making a mess of his groin. Once he was finally done stroking himself, he laid still on his bed and just enjoyed the imagery he'd made for himself. He was too distracted by the idea of cuddling the wolf to notice that his semen was starting to get runny and run down off his sides… right onto his bed. When he finally came to and moved his hand he felt the wetness and cringed. “Oh, fuck me…" Well, this was going be messy. He kicked of his pants and underwear and got up off his bed.

There was a small stain on his bedsheet from where the product of his labor had run off of him, which he just wiped up with a towel as much as he could after wiping himself down. He was way too tired now to bother showering and just wanted to get to sleep… partly to avoid wondering if what he just did made him the creepy one in this new dynamic. Really, now. Jerking off to thoughts of fucking the guy the same night… day… shortly after really meeting him. Did the wolf make him lose any and all self control? Or was he just really pent up and in need of sweet release? He sighed out in frustration and just crawled back into his bed, opting to work through those questions when he wasn't so tired. And his roommate could just deal with the smell of his… shame. Wouldn't be the first time one of them milked the worm in that room. As he settled into his pillow and drifted off to sleep, and away from shame, he started dreaming of the two of them again. This time as free-roaming steampunks wandering the world, getting into trouble, and of course being “great friends" as they would say.