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[center][b][u]The End of Year Inspection[/u][/b][/center]

Every college student renting an apartment with friends dreaded it. The end of year inspection, when they waited to figure out exactly how their landlord or rental agency supervisor was going to screw them out of their security deposit.

As Travis, Joseph, Taketo and Dylan stood in the hallway while Travis invited the middle aged, tablet wielding fox from their rental agency inside though, the four of them were surprisingly relaxed. After all, they had made their peace with not getting their security deposit back. Instead they had all made sure that this last year had been filled with so much fun, so many good memories of this apartment, that it would be worth that extra cost. Thus all they had to do was get through the formality of the inspection itself, before they could enjoy their last week in the apartment the same way that they had enjoyed the majority of the last year.

"Oh..."

The fox, who had identified himself as Mr Ford with no attempt to seem pleasant by offering a more casual first name instead, furrowed his brow even as he went through the formality of shaking the tenants' hands. His eyes peered beyond Taketo as he held onto the tan and sandy-brown striped lizard's hand for a moment longer than expected, and as soon as he withdrew his hand shortly afterwards, he lifted the tablet and began to tap away.

"I don't see any record of there having been a repair on this wall before you moved in. Would any of you care to explain?"

The rental agent murmured, and as he looked between the four college students, three of them grinned knowingly while the fourth, Joseph, raised a shamelessly guilty hand.

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"Where's your bedroom?"

The lion growled to the red ruffed lemur as Joseph pulled both him and the tiger through the apartment's front door by one hand apiece. The door shook in its frame as the tiger shoved it violently closed behind them, and as Joseph squeaked and trembled, seeing the muscles rippling in the tiger's free arm even through his lush fur, he shook his head.

"Forget the bedroom. Just... please, here. Right fucking here. Both of you. [i]Take me[/i]."

The two big cats glanced at one another, with a raised eyebrow apiece. They knew why they were both here. They'd known what was coming since the lithe twink of a lemur had spent ten minutes stretching right in front of where they were spotting each other on the weight benches in that skin-tight spandex outfit that highlighted Joseph's surprisingly round ass and even betrayed the shape of his amply sized balls cradled within the material. In that moment though, they made the decision once and for all. All the fooling around they had done together until that point, all the times they'd jerked off and sucked one another and rubbed their cocks together in the showers after a late night session at the gym, it had been possible for them to tell themselves they were just bros being bros. Helping out another bro blow off some steam until they could find a hot lady to get with. Now though, they couldn't help but admit it.

They were gay.

They were gay as fuck, and even if they were probably head over heels in love with one another... they sure as hell weren't going to pass up the opportunity to double-team this cute, horny guy who seemed to already be totally at ease with his own sexuality and libido.

Less than a minute later the lemur's gym shorts were around his ankles, not a stitch of underwear to be seen beneath them, and he was clawing at the hallway wall with trembling fingertips as the lion's rough tongue delved inside his asshole. No sooner had his pucker been suitably slathered with saliva though, Joseph squealed as he was lifted off the ground by one of the taller, more broadly built men, and though he was too worked up, too horny to acknowledge the slight pain as the tiger drove him hard against the hallway wall, he heard and felt the drywall crack and dent inward behind him. His toes curled as the tiger's already freed, thick cock pressed up against the base of his swollen balls. He whimpered as he felt the lion's hand slip between them, guiding his buddy's cock to the hole which the lion himself had freshly lubricated, and as the tiger's thick cock speared him just a moment later, pressing him harder against the wall and causing yet more cracking and splintering of the drywall behind him, all Joseph could do was wail for the tiger, for [i]both[/i] those guys to fuck him as fast and as hard as they could.

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"Yeah, I... uh, I tripped one night after I was at the gym. Fell against the wall while I was taking off my trainers..."

Joseph scratched the back of his neck absent-mindedly as he gestured at the large, vaguely torso shaped dent in the wall that had been poorly and hastily repaired with a foam filler a couple of days later, though never painted or papered over to try and match the rest of the wall. The rental agent's frown deepened as he glanced down at the lemur's footpaws, as bare as all the others present, with no sign of any shoes whatsoever in the hallway, then back up at the still innocently smiling student.

"Right. Well, I'm glad you didn't hurt yourself. Would you show me to the living room next, please?"

Joseph nodded warmly, and with the other three guys following behind himself and the fox, they filed through the apartment's hallway to the room where the four of them had probably spent more time in the last year than anywhere else other than their individual bedrooms. It was actually in a pretty decent state. They hadn't made any great effort to clean it so there was still a sweater draped over one of the chairs and an open bag of chips on the coffee table. Besides a slight stain from where a soda had been spilled on the annoyingly light coloured carpet though, they genuinely hadn't caused much visible damage to that room at all. Except...

"We don't have a throw-cover listed for the couch there. Could you remove it, please?"

Travis was the one who approached the couch first. As he began to remove the cover though, the wolf glanced back over his shoulder with a slight blush beneath the fur upon his cheeks, and began to pre-explain to the fox what he was about to see.

"The throw's mine. I'm happy to leave it here for you to keep using on the couch when we move out though, since, uh... I was responsible for the worst of the stains."

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"Do it. Ohhhfuck, fucking do it... cum... please..."

Travis whined as he squeezed the knotted base of his own cock with one hand, while the other ran mindlessly up and down the matted, cum-stained and tangled fur of his bare torso. The wolf's head span and his eyes rolled as he stared up at the half dozen guys standing in a semi-circle around him where he was sprawled out on the couch. The thick, patterned fabric of the couch's rather dated, probably nineteen eighties style cushions was already streaked with cum in various states of dryness. It wasn't all from that day, indeed some of the stains were a few months old, from as far back as when the guys had first moved in and indulged in a house-warming party with the four of them and a couple of their most frequent booty calls. The vast majority of the stains and streaks of cum had been added in the last twelve hours or so though, since midnight on Travis' birthday, when his friends had revealed the gift they'd organised for him.

"Ah! [i]Ah!![/i]"

A chubby, five foot tall white mouse squeaked, gasped, and jerked his thick four and a half inch cock even more desperately for a few final moments before he began to spray a surprisingly large volume of cum across Travis' writhing, needy body. Hearing him squeal and whimper so blissfully set off a chain reaction, and within ten seconds the zebra to the mouse's left was pumping his foot long, flared cock with both hands and bellowing his way through his own obscenely productive orgasm. The rabbit to his left followed soon after, then the raccoon to the mouse's right, and not long after that the two men to the raccoon's right too. For a few moments though, they were all cumming. All six of them were raining down strings of glistening white cum all over Travis, from his face to his footpaws, with many a strand splattering across the back and seats of the couch even as they all tried their best to hit the moaning, growling, and soon once more yelping, thrashing target. Travis howled in rapture as he began to cum too, painting his own chest and the underside of his wide open muzzle with hot, urgent spurts of seed regardless of how many times he had already cum since his [i]party[/i] had begun. He arched his back and milked his knot as he mindlessly stared at the twitching, spurting cocks all raining down upon him, and with cry after strangled, overwhelmed cry, thanked them for every last droplet.

A short while later, the wolf lay back on the couch in a limp heap, whining, giggling as Taketo slipped over to offer him a glass of water and a breakfast bar. Meanwhile the six freshly spent guys left their stations around the couch with fond wishes of happy birthday to the wolf, and allowed another six naked, eagerly erect guys to take their place. Travis gulped down the water. He swallowed the fruity, cereal covered breakfast bar in two urgent bites, and then, though he was still clearly exhausted and freshly spent, he stared up at the new arrivals with unabashed greed blazing in his eyes.

"Don't wait for me to start jerking off again. Stroke your cocks. Cum for me. Cum all over me, and... o-ohh fuck, the more shameless you are in trying to get off, the more of a mess you make all over me? The faster I'll be cumming again, too."

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"I was gonna eat here while I went over some of my class notes. But, I forgot I'd put my laptop on the ground, and tripped over it... threw a whole plate of spaghetti carbonara all over the couch. Totally my bad."

The wolf shrugged to the fox, who was frowning again, but also, unless Travis was mistaken, blushing too.

"Must have been a big plate of carbonara..."

The rental agent murmured under his breath, his cheeks and the insides of his ears growing brighter pink as he did so. No sooner had he finished tapping away at his tablet once again though, he continued a more cursory inspection of the rest of the room, before turning back to the assembled tenants who were quite happily and casually sitting down on the uncovered, stained surface of the couch.

"Right. The kitchen next, please."

The kitchen was smaller than most of the rooms in the apartment. Frankly far too small for four guys to share. For that reason, Taketo led the rental agent there on his own while the other three sat chatting on the couch. The linoleum floors, while scuffed and worn from age, meant that cleaning had been easy and thus the fox couldn't tell just how many loads of cum had been spilled there in the hour or so before classes in the mornings. As the rental agent opened up the cupboards though, going down his electronic inventory to ensure that the various piece of old and cheap kitchen equipment that had been present in the flat at the beginning of the year were still all accounted for, Taketo's mind drifted to one particular morning just a week ago.

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"Hey..."

The lizard murmured wearily as he stood before the slowly gurgling coffee maker, urging it to drip the liquid through the filter and into the pot faster, though that only seemed to make it slow down. Dylan muttered a sleepy greeting of his own back, and scratched at his sheath idly as he moved to stand next to the smooth scaled reptile. Both of them were naked, and both were sporting morning wood, the sole part of them that seemed to be immune from fatigue.

"You just put it on, huh?"

Dylan nodded his short-antlered head to the pot, no longer scratching but just idly fondling his sheath with one hand as his long, slender cock twitched. Taketo nodded, glancing over at the roe deer's erection and feeling his tongue slip out to dance around the edge of his lips.

"Yeah. It'll be a few minutes."

For a few seconds the two men just stared blankly, sleepily at the gurgling coffee pot and the mere half inch or so of dark liquid that had gathered thus far within it. Then, without another word, they both turned. They let their bodies lean forwards until their faces bumped together in a dreamy, relaxed, open mouthed kiss, and with both hands they each reached out to start fondling and stroking their friend and frequent fuck-buddy's hard-on.

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"Everything seems to be fine in here, so if you could... o-oh..."

The rental agent began as he turned away from the cabinets, only for his voice to catch as he saw Taketo staring rather dreamily off into space, idly rubbing the front of his pants and the slight bulge starting to swell there. The fox swallowed thickly.

"If you could... um, show me the bathroom next, Mr Yaminaki?"

Taketo blinked. His own eyes widened, and though he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment beneath his scales, he couldn't help but notice how the fox was reacting. Surprised, sure, but not aghast, not annoyed or offended or honestly upset as he had every right to be. Taketo hadn't intended to start showing off in front of the rental agent. None of them had. Horny as they all were, they didn't want to get anyone involved with their antics who didn't want to be. Thus the lizard genuinely was ashamed of his actions, and immensely relieved that he'd been so lucky, because the more he looked at the fox, the more certain he found himself that the rental agent wasn't just trying to be professional and avoid a scene in the moment. He was flustered for sure, but only because he hadn't expected to see something so bold, and so [i]enticing[/i] as he went about his work.

As they left the kitchen, the others joined them while they walked down the hall again towards the bathroom. Dylan stepped inside with the fox, while Taketo hung back for a moment to say something to the other two. From within the bathroom though, they could immediately hear the rental agent addressing the deer.

"Would you be able to explain to me how the towel rack became detached from the wall?"

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"A-ahh! Cold! Ohmygodfuck!"

Gasping and laughing all at once, Dylan staggered out of the still running shower with his date still wrapped around him, still impaled upon his cock. The deer could feel the tortoiseshell cat's cock still twitching against his belly as his hands cradled the feline man's ass, and as the cold water that had briefly doused them as the apartment's shower had one of its unpredictable mood swings clung to their fur, he swore the cat's ass was gripping him tighter than ever.

"Want me to stop? We can dry off, warm up, get into my bed?"

Dylan offered, but the cat just shook his head and nibbled on the deer's neck. Dylan chuckled and squeezed the guy's ass.

"Close, huh?"

The cat nodded and trembled. Dylan looked around, not wanting to sit on the toilet given how cold its ceramic lid could be, not wanting to rely on the free-standing sink to support the cat's weight, nor to lean him on the glass of the shower cubicle from the outside. Pinning him against one of the open stretches of the bathroom wall seemed like the best bet, and so he began to move towards the far side of the room where...

"F-fuck!"

Having left the shower so quickly, they hadn't put down towels or given time for their fur to drip dry even a little. As such, the brief amount of time they had spent standing relatively still had been long enough for puddles to form on the bathroom's smooth tiled floor. It's smooth, annoyingly slippery when wet tiled floor. Dylan's equally smooth, firm hoof met with the damp tile, and ever so briefly slipped. Not enough to send him tumbling to the ground outright, but enough to catch him off balance at a time when he didn't have his arms free to catch him, and he had a whole second person's worth of mass altering his centre of gravity. Thankfully the cat's reflexes were as sharp as any stereotype of his kind might have suggested. He wrapped his legs tighter around Dylan's waist, and threw back his own arms to grab at the nearest solid object with which to brace them both. Unfortunately for the cat who didn't live there and had never visited before, he didn't know how precariously the towel rack had been held into the wall by a couple of semi-rusted screws since before Dylan and his buddies moved in. Thus he grabbed it, pulled on it with the intention of holding himself steady between it and the deer, and instead ripped the towel rack off the wall with several large chunks of painted plaster too, while causing Dylan to lurch forward and overbalance. Thankfully Dylan was able to drop himself down onto his knees as he fell, and by the time he had toppled forwards the cat's hands had released the useless towel rack and pushed themselves out behind him to brace their fall. They ended up in a tangled heap, panting, trembling, wide eyed but unhurt, just in time for Joseph to burst through the lockless bathroom door with concern at the recent cacophonous crash, and immediately smirk at what he saw.

"Dude!"

The lemur chuckled at the sight of the deer hunched over on all fours with the cat wrapped around him from below, the towel rack lying close by as a few more fragments of plaster tumbled off the damaged wall. He grinned at Dylan, then winked at the blushing, panting cat peering up over one of the deer's shoulders.

"Hey, man. Don't worry, I like it rough too. You have fun with Dyl, and wreck whatever you like. We already know we're not getting our security deposit back anyway, after what we did to Trav's bed."

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"I uh... tripped and fell coming out of the shower."

Dylan explained truthfully, in a sense, to the fox. The rental agent murmured as he looked at the towel rack where it was just leaning at an angle against the still damaged wall, but he didn't even register the slightest trace of disapproval as instead, after tapping at his tablet just a few more times, he glanced back out of the bathroom, craning his neck as though hoping to see something in particular. Or, perhaps someone. A certain lizard, perhaps.

When the fox and Dylan emerged from the bathroom soon after, the deer grinned as sure enough his suspicions were proven right, the fox's ears perking up and his tail twitching as soon as Taketo came into view. Before he could say anything though, the lizard himself spoke up.

"Hey, I dunno what your form there says, but... wanna see Travis' bedroom next? If you're looking for big spots of damage, that's really the only major one left."

Dylan blinked in confusion, surprised that Taketo would volunteer that information so readily even if they knew it would be an inevitability at some point on the tour. When the other two grinned broadly in response to Taketo's suggestion though, Dylan decided to go along with it, and followed the rest of the group as they all wandered down the hallway one more time, before Travis led the way into his bedroom.

When they had first moved in, they'd held a brief rock-paper-scissors tournament to decide in which order they got to pick bedrooms. None of them were awful, but the one which Travis had secured for his ultimate victory was undeniably the best. The biggest, the one furthest away from the main road with its traffic noise throughout the night, and the only one of the four rooms to have had a double bed. A king sized double, at that.

As the rental agent moved into the bedroom though, he gasped audibly. He saw, resting directly on the floor of the bedroom, a king sized mattress covered in tangled sheets. And propped up against one wall in a shattered heap of broken wood that seemed to have been split in two, the wrecked former frame of the bed that had once held that mattress.

"Let me guess..."

He croaked rather weakly, his face scarlet and his eyes drifting around the four college students, though lingering most frequently upon the lizard.

"...you were jumping up and down on the bed to celebrate a successful exam, and it broke."

The four guys chuckled, but Travis shook his head.

"Nah. Honestly we all kinda suck at school, we've just barely scraped past pretty much every exam this year."

The wolf glanced around at his friends, both Joseph and Taketo nodding, while Dylan just raised an eyebrow, out of the loop, but shrugged. Travis' grin widened, he looked back to the fox, and nodded to the broken remains of the bed.

"Actually it broke the very first night we spent here, because of how hard all four of us were fucking each other on it."

The four of them didn't need to fantasise about that night. Barely a day passed when it didn't cross their minds at least a couple of times.

They had all been fuck buddies throughout their sophomore year, but this apartment they'd got together for their junior year of college was going to give them so much more freedom. No having to keep it down for dorm-mates who didn't want to hear their friends fucking across the room. No having to be respectful of public spaces in dorm buildings for fear of getting expelled, no matter how much the shower blocks in their corridors were practically begging to be fucked in. When the four of them had rented that apartment together, they had agreed on one simple rule. Where sex was concerned, they could do it wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted, however they wanted. They could burst into their roommate's rooms at 3am and plough a screaming twink directly on their buddy's bed while they were trying to sleep. They could bring home any number of lovers at any time without any notice. They could be as loud as they wanted. As rough as they wanted. They could do anything and everything they wanted, and of course, that included fooling around and fucking together whenever one of them so much as glanced at one of the others with the faintest flicker of arousal.

Needless to say, Travis' bed hadn't survived that first night of celebration, and the apartment bore many scars and stains as testament to how eagerly they had lived up to their agreement throughout that entire year.

Now though, with only a week to go until they moved out, Travis, Dylan, Joseph and Taketo had been prepared to accept the consequences of their actions. Not just not getting their security deposit back, but probably getting slapped with an extra cleaning and repair bill from the rental agency too. They had been ready and willing to accept that penalty in exchange for that entire college year of non-stop, utterly uninhibited sex.

And yet...

"You know..."

The middle aged, though still pretty dang handsome fox cleared his throat, his tail swishing rapidly behind him and the insides of his ears practically scarlet.

"...I don't think this form was filled in correctly by whoever did the report last year. Most of this wear and tear; the stains, the walls, was probably already here. I should really make sure this is updated, so you guys don't get blamed. After all, you're just... y'know, four buddies, right? Wanting to have a good time in their apartment?"

He chuckled softly.

"I just wish I'd had some... [i]buddies[/i] like you, back when I was in college."

The four students looked at one another. Their eyes twinkled, and though they all looked up at the rental agent, grinning mischievously at practically the same moment, it was Taketo who spoke first.

"Mr Ford?"

He drew the fox's gaze to him alone with those words, his smile widening as the fox whined bashfully and squirmed on the spot.

"O-oh, please... I should have said earlier, call me Derek."

Taketo beamed, he nodded, and he stepped forward with one hand outstretched. Gently, easily he plucked the tablet from the fox's hand, and handed it off to one of the other guys.

"[i]Derek[/i]."

The lizard added in an intense, intimate whisper.

"You can be our buddy."

He stepped closer, reached up, and began to loosen the fox's tie.

"And... hey, if you put in a good enough word for us, maybe we can stay here next year too, and you can pop by for one of those unannounced, surprise rental inspections [i]whenever[/i] you like."

As the fox gurgled, as Taketo began to undress him, clothes were falling to the floor all around the room.

Soon not four, but five bodies were sprawled out on Travis' king sized mattress, and as Derek gurgled with rapturous lust while Taketo's cock began to push into his ass, Joseph's filled his mouth, and he squeezed and stroked those of both Dylan and Travis within his trembling hands, he found himself thinking something that in seventeen years of work as a letting agent he had never, ever thought before.

Right now, as cocks throbbed and drooled and humped against him from all sides... the fox [i]loved[/i] his job.

By Jeeves