College Days: Chapter 1 - Meet and Greet
Welcome to Fawley U!
_ SURPRISE _! A new year and a new leaf as your ever-friendly neighborhood Rough brings you...
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That's right! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! We have sex at last! Mindless furry smut with minimal plot! (Welll... less plot than usual.)
Okay. So my Nargie died and took all of my WIPs with her - That's the bad news. The good news is that I got so tired of the (rather dark) piece I was working on that I decided to change it up and do something light, funny, and (hopefully) sexy for a change. AND THIS IS IT! The bastard child of my mind and the intermittent insight of that fickle bitch, the muse! (Sorry, babe! I didn't mean it! I love you so much! Please don't leave me again... D: )
Happy New Year! Hope you enjoy the sex! ^-^
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Whoopsies! Almost forgot the disclaimer thingie!
Ho-kay! If you are under eighteen years of age, or even twenty-one in some yada-yada-yada... _ DON'T GET CAUGHT _!!! I will not be held responsible if you are too dumb to lock your door or cover your iTracks. If none of the above applies to you, or it does and you don't really care... Please, feel free to enjoy the sex!
_ SMEX STERT NAOW _!!!!!
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"Bat your eyes, girl
Be otherworldly
Count your blessings
Seduce a stranger
What's so wrong with
Being happy?
Kudos to those
Who see through sickness"
Incubus - "Warning"
_ College Days: Chapter I - Meet and Greet _
Maynerd double-checked the number on the plate next to the door with the one attached to the key he held in his hand. 1407. That looked to be right. He placed his key into the slot on the doorknob, noting with a slight nod the smoothness with which the key turned in the lock. This dorm must be a new one, or at least the door was. A full ride, free books and even meals _ and _ they'd put him in a new dorm? There had to be some kind of a catch. The Coyote felt his ears cant back in cautious suspicion. His muddy hazel eyes checked the door number one final time.
Why the hell was he even here? He hadn't gotten the best score on his SATs, he hadn't been top in his class, he'd never even participated in a single school sport. Maynerd was, for all intents and purposes, average. He was thin almost to the point of being scrawny, but his flat feet meant that running track or playing soccer were out of the question, and he wasn't nearly muscular enough to wrestle or play football. He wasn't a good actor, so drama club was out. He was an okay public speaker, but had none of the initiative needed to join the speech and debate clubs, and he hated responisbility, so he'd never even tried to be a class officer (it was all a popularity contest, anyway). As far as the Coyote could see, there was no merit-based reason that he should recieve any kind of scholarship to any school of higher learning, let alone a complete full ride to one of the most exclusive colleges in the state, if not the whole country!
Nobody but nobody made it into Fawley. So it had been a great surprise to both Maynerd and his parents when he'd recieved his acceptance letter to the Fawley University. Maynerd was a little aprehensive about going off to college, but it beat living in his parents' house for the rest of his life. If, that is, his parents had even let him. He was pretty sure they were getting ready to kick him out by the time the letter had arrived, and they'd been in quite a hurry to get all of his things packed into a trunk and ship both it and him off to University as soon as possible. If Maynerd knew them at all, they'd have already rented out his room to the first idiot stupid enough to pay the outrageous prices they would no doubt be charging.
One thing Maynerd was certain of was that this dorm would not be a single. Even with dorms this nice-looking, freshmen never got a room to themselves. He just hoped his roommate wouldn't be too much of a wildcard. He'd seen all of the famous college movies - "Animal House", "Van Wilder", "Accepted" - the whole "college frat-boy party scene' wasn't really his crowd. He didn't want a complete and total bore-fest for a roomie, but if heard the word "bro" even once, he was going to request a transfer. Even if it meant he'd get put in a dorm that wasn't as nice. The one thing he'd heard everyone say about college was that the worst thing wasn't having bad classes, professors, or dorms, but a bad roomie. That was the one thing that could turn a normally do-able term at college into a living hell.
But there he was going again, judging people before he'd even met them! He was sure nobody would have been too thrilled to have him for a dorm buddy. Maynerd had gotten in trouble with that in high school, and it had cost him more than his fair share of potential friends, and even made a few more enemies than he'd liked to have had. He was just going to have to hope and pray that whoever it was wouldn't be too weird or pushy. Maybe he was rooming with a night school student and they'd never even see each other, save for notes on who's turn it was to do laundry or what they were out of in the fridge. Did they have night classes at a place like this? More importantly, did they have a fridge?
He backed into the room, closed the door and, taking a deep breath, he turned around. It was amazing! He was standing in a moderately sized living room/kitchenette combo that was bisected by what looked to be a bar made of genuine black marble. More astounding than the fact that the dorm even had a living room or kitchen at all was how lavishly the whole thing was decorated. The couch and chairs were all made of matching black leather, and the coffee table in between them was composed of a mixture of black glass and chrome. These themes were carried through the rest of the room as well - from the chrome kitchen faucet and fridge (So they did have a fridge!) to the black lamp shades and wall-mounted flatscreen televsion (With surround sound and DVR? This wasn't a dorm room, it was heaven!) - except for the floor, which was a rich cream carpet in the living room and a warm-looking stained hardwood in the kitchen, and the walls, which matched the floors in a creamy white. If the common area was this cool, what would the bedrooms be like? He had to go look!
He ran from the entrance as though it were on fire, sprinting down the short hallway that led to the rest of the dorm and throwing open the closest door that looked like it might lead to a bed. What he saw when the door was at last opened surprised him beyond the point of words. He stood in the doorway with his jaw slack and his arms falling limp to his sides. His shock was understandable, considering what exactly was staring him in the face from the room's bed. Even with what he'd seen of the school so far, and even the rest of this dorm, he'd never expected to see what was currently locked in his wide-eyed gaze. At least, not in real life!
It was...
It was _ lady parts _!!!
Not a poster, magazine picture, or even a computer image, but actual, factual girl... _ stuff _ practically poking him in the eye, and a girl to go along with it!
And boy, was she a girl! At least, from what he could see of her; which from her position on all fours on the bed really didn't constitute to much more than her rather ample bottom and the offending "lady parts" between them. He knew he should look away, but the more he tried to, the more he found himself staring. Her butt really wasn't that large, but it wasn't flat either. It was... nice. He really couldn't think of a better word for it. Nice shape, nice muscle tone, just... nice. And if her bottom was nice, then the inviting, velvety-looking pinkness that lay at it's center was even better! It was every boy's wet dream, a vision in tan and cream fur with a bushy, curly tail that flagged up and away in the world's most primal gesture of welcome. Maynerd could feel his jeans beginning to grow uncomfortably tight.
"Hey babe, ready for a ride?" she growled playfully from where her head lay at the other end of the bed, arching her back and wiggling the object of his attentions in his face enticingly.
Reality smacked down upon Maynerd like a brick to the crown of his head. He gave a strangled yelp and slammed the door, pressing his back against it and blushing hotly in embarassment. Whatever - whoever that had been, he was _ sure _ that she hadn't meant for him to see that! He ran a brain check. Could he remember how he had gotten here, did he recall actually waking up this morning? Yes? That wasn't good. He ran one last test, pinching himself and biting the inside of his cheek hard. He gave another muffled yelp of pain. This wasn't good at all. If he could feel pain, and if seeing... _ all of that _ hadn't woken him up, that meant that he was actually... He was actually - he felt his tail curling slowly around the inside of his left leg in anxiety.
"Sweetie? Max, are you okay? Are you hurt?" a concerned voice asked from the other side of the door. The knob jiggled and Maynerd felt a pressure against his back. He leaned back harder in panic. He was awake! He'd just walked in on whoever this girl was and caught her in a _ very _ compromising positon, and now she had obviously mistook him for someone he wasn't.
Maynerd was going to be sick.
"L-look miss," he stammered quickly, "I-I'm really sorry, b-bu-but I'm not-"
"Max, what's wrong with y- Wait, miss? Who is this?" Maynerd's ears flattened against his skull and he gulped. This was it - arrest, sexual harassment charges, prison - his fleeting hope of a normal college experiernce had flown out the window with the opening of a single wrong door. He let out a loud "oof!" as something collided with the door and sent him sprawling. A tan blur flew through the open door to land on top of him, driving the air from his lungs in a swift gasp.
"Got'cha!" his female assailant cried triumphantly, smushing his face into the floor with one arm while the other held his own arm behind his back with a grip that was surprsingly strong. The Coyote let out a pained groan as his head throbbed softly where it had connected with the hardwood that made up the hallway flooring. Maynerd felt his face heating yet again as a pair of soft orbs pressed into his shoulderblades and reminded him that his captor was still very much naked. With his head forced to the side as it was, he couldn't help but notice the full length mirror that hung from the wall in the hallway, and the female that was currently on his back reflected in it.
She was a canine of some sort. From her looks, Maynerd would have guessed a German Shepherd. Her fur ranged in color from nearly black on her muzzle tip and the small of her back, to brown and tan on her sides, and a cream stripe that ran from her throat, down between the inner curves of her breasts, to finally disappear between her thighs. She had the lithe, muscular build of a runner, and every supple curve that any respectible woman who wasn't trying to do an imitation of a stick figure should naturally possess.
"Now, just who the hell is it that barges in on a girl unannouced, hmm?" She asked, tossing the raven tresses of her shoulder length hair and cocking an eyebrow at the Coyote below her in what looked almost like mild amusement.
"I'm really sorry, miss. I was just-" her grip loosened for an instant and Maynerd saw his opening, pulling his arms from her grasp, scrambling to his feet and sprinting off towards the front door. She was after him in a flash, running right past him and skidding to a halt in front of the main door with arms outstretched. Maynerd came to a stop, eyes growing wide as his panic built. Who the heck was this crazy chick? He turned his head left and right, searching for another exit to the room.
"Easy there, killer. Let's just think this through for a second, okay?" she spoke soothingly, icy blue eyes looking him carefully up and down, appraising him, as though he were the one that was naked instead of her. She advanced slowly on him in an effort to back him farther away from the door.
"Just let me go!" he exclaimed, voice high and unsteady in his growing terror. He threw himself towards the door, trying to duck under her arm. She caught him in the crook of her elbow and shoved him backwards so that he landed on his backside on the hardwood, yelping as his tail pinched between his butt and the floor.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa now, killer! I just want to talk! No need to get yourself all worked up over it," she gave an almost motherly chuckle and rolled her eyes as Maynerd whimpered softly and scooted himself backwards across the floor. "What do you say we just walk on back to the bedroom and sort all this out? Would that be okay with you?"
The Coyote felt himself nodding along with the insane girl that was now apparently holding him hostage. There was something about her tone of voice, or maybe it was just those bottomless blue eyes, that made him want to listen to her. Something in the way she spoke and the confident manner in which she carried herself (even while standing butt naked in front of a stranger!) made him want to believe what she was telling him was the right thing to do. He didn't remember exactly how it all happened, but he found himself following the Shepherd (and her pretty rear end; which, Maynerd noticed with a blush, looked even better in motion) back into the room where he'd originally gotten himself into this whole mess. They sat across from each other on the bed. Maynerd held her gaze for as long as he could stand before blushing and glancing away shyly.
"What's the matter?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and canting back her ears in confusion.
"Well, I - Uh... It's just - Erm..." he stammered, clearing his throat and staring at his hands in quiet embarassment.
"What?" she laughed in mock exasperation.
"You're - Ah-hem! You're still... naked."
"Does that make you uncomfortable?" she asked him. He looked up at her, sure she was making fun of him, but there was no joking in her eyes, merely the slight squint of a genuine question left unanswered. He nodded.
"Yes, sort of," he looked back at his hands. She moved up the the head of the bed, climbing under the sheets and pulling them up to her shoulders to cover herself. He stammered out a quick apology, "I'm really sorry! It-It's just that-"
"Settle, killer. Easy boy" she shushed him, "You're alright. I understand completely. It isn't every day you stumble upon a pretty girl like me, is it?" Maynerd surprised himself with a snort of laughter. "There!" she smiled, "Doesn't that feel better? You're alright, I'm alright, and I'm not running after you across a crowded college campus in the nude! Everything's just fine."
She was right, he did feel better. It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he _ was _ alright! After all, he'd been the only one that had freaked out about the whole thing, and she seemed to be okay. At least she hadn't called the cops on him yet. The Coyote let out a breath, feeling his tail wagging slightly behind him in contentment. The fact that he could be content while sitting in the room with a naked female, and an admittedly very attractive one at that, hardly registered to him. Like following her back to the bedroom, his sudden ease just felt right.
"So," the Shepherd sighed, shuffling around in an effort to make herself more comfortable under the covers, "now we get down to business. What exactly is it that brings you here this fine day, hmm?" She propped her head on her arms in expectance, locked her frozen blue eyes with his own muddy green-brown ones, and he was lost. They seemed to go on for miles, and he was diving though them like a cool, deep pool. There was something in those icy, artic pools, like a light, swirling and shimmering just beyond sight, but the deeper he looked, the farther away it got. It was... intoxicating.
"This is my dorm, 1407," he aswered almost automatically, hearing more than feeling the words leave his mouth.
"Oh, so you're the roomie!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together and giving forth a bark of a laugh. "Well, I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then. I was just telling Max - You know Max, right?" Maynerd felt himself nod no, "Oh that's right! You haven't met Max yet, have you? Well, I guess you will soon. You two will probably be seeing a lot of each other, too. Oh, I just know you two will get along so great! Max brought his video games with him and he was dying to find somebody to play with. He's likes all of that online stuff with big guns and lots of explosions that I never could get into - You do play, don't you? What am I talking about, you're a guy, of course you play games! Anyway, I was just telling Max that-"
Maynerd mentally face-palmed himself. He'd gotten her talking. Girls liked to do that, didn't they? His mouth alternated between open and closed like a fish out of water, knowing that there were places where he should respond, but missing all of them as the shepherd's mouth continued to race along at a mile per minute. An odd thought occurred to him then - He still had no idea what this girl's name was.
" - Um, miss?" he interjected when she at last paused for a breath.
"What?" she asked distractedly, as though she had just now remembered that he was in the room at all.
"I don't think I ever got your name..."
"Yes you did," she replied evenly.
"No I-"
"Yes," she said, adding a little more force to her voice the second time, "you did. I told you earlier, remember?"
"No. You-" he began, but the sentence was cut short by her eyes, "...R-Rachel?" he asked. She nodded yes. Confusion spread itself through Maynerd's mind like a cold, wet blanket. How could he possibly have known that her name was Rachel? He didn't remember her ever telling him that... did he? He wracked is brain to try and find how he could possibly have known that this girl's - Rachel's - name was... Rachel, but no matter how hard he tried, he kept coming up blank. He _ knew _ that her name was Rachel, and he _ knew _ that he had never met this girl - Rachel - before today, but other than that he was stumped.
"How did -" he began.
"The hell's going on in here?" A very gruff, very male voice asked from somewhere to Maynerd's right. Surprised, Maynerd gave a frightened yelp and tried to jump up from where he sat on the bed, it's downy surface knocking him off balance and sending him sprawling over the far end.
"Max!" Rachel cried joyfully, "I was wondering when you'd get your sorry butt in here! Meet the roomie!"
"Okay," Maynerd heard him say from the door, "where exactly is he?"
Rachel looked around in confusion, "Oh!" she gasped when she saw Maynerd on the floor. The place where he'd fallen was at such an angle from the door that it made him completely invisible to anyone standing in the doorway, and for his part, Maynerd wasn't doing much to make his presence known. The Shepherd practically leapt over to him, bending over the edge of the bed and grabbing him by the scruff of his neck to haul him up like a prize catch. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed with a smile as she proudly displayed the confused Coyote. "Maxie, meet Roomie. Roomie, Maxie!"
Maynerd eyes grew wide as he saw exactly who - and what - Max was; namely, a very large and extremely muscular stallion ultra-male. The horse had massive biceps and pecs, and abs that Maynerd could have swore numbered in the double digits. The hulking, mammoth Clydesdale's Adonis-like phisique was further emphasized by the fact that his rippling musculature was glistening with beads of liquid and his gargantuan frame was covered by nothing more than a small white bath towel. The fine, steamy mist which hung about him did nothing to help Maynerd's assumption that this goliath had just stepped right off the opening scene from "Terminator" and right into his dorm. Maynerd's gaze darted between the Clydesdale and the Shepherd, whimpering soflty as he did so.
"_ WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE NAKED _?!" the Coyote shouted, letting forth a loud whine of anxiety and attempting to squirm his way out of Rachel's grasp.
"I could ask the same question," Max chuckled as he gave Rachel a quick once over. "Couldn't even wait for me to get out of the house to start cuckolding me, huh sweetie?" His gaze shifted to where Maynerd still struggled futilely in Rachels' vice-like grip.
"W-what?' Maynerd stammered. "W-we w-w-weren't - I mean! I wasn't t-trying t-t-to-"
"And where were you?" The Shepherd asked in mock anger. "This deviant was chasing me all through the dorm! If he had caught me," she gave a theatrical shudder, "Lord knows what he would have done to me!"
"W-what? I wouldn't have done any-" Maynerd tried to say.
"Deviant?" Max laughed, "He looks more like a fuzzy maraca! Especially with you holding him like that! Jeez, Rae, put the poor thing down before he wets himself! - No offense buddy," he added quickly to Maynerd once Rachel had reset him on his feet, "I know exactly how Rae can get when she 'wants' something". He gave the flustered Coyote a knowing wink.
"She didn't - I-_ I _ didn't - Th-that _ is not _ what was going on here!" the Coyote stammered.
"Oh really?" Max cocked an eyebrow. "Let me get this straight. I go away for five minutes to take a shower, and then I come in here to find you and my girlfriend -"
"Well..." Maynerd said hesitantly.
"In bed -"
"But I -"
"And she just so happens to be naked." He gave the Coyote a small smirk.
"You have to admit, killer," Rachel snickered quietly, placing a hand to her mouth to cover her grin, "It _ does _ look pretty bad, doesn't it?"
"Oh, shut up!" Maynerd could feel a smile forming on his lips despite himself, and to his own amazement, he began to laugh. He couldn't help it! The situation was so absurd that he feared he would faint if he didn't do _ something _! So he laughed. And as he did, he realized that so were Rachel and Max.
All three furs, two of whom were either naked or nearly so, burst into fits of laughter so potent that tears began to form in their eyes. Maynerd himself was bent over double, holding his sides in a (failing) effort to hold himself together. Max had propped himself against the door to keep from falling over. He blushed fiercely as a high-pitched whinny punctuated his normally bassy boom of a laugh. Rachel, for her part, had disappeared somewhere under the covers of the bed, snickering madly as her shaking frame and wildly wagging tail churned the sheets into a roiling sea of linen.
"W-why are w-we la-ah-ha!-aughing?" Maynerd managed to choke from between frantic sobs of mirth.
"W-who c-c-cares? Just f-fucking laugh d-damn you!" Rachel's muffled voice cried from beneath the sheets, the twin tents of her canine ears shivering in time with her own manic, bell-like peals of giggling.
"So - haha! S-so Rae..." Max chuckled, wiping his eyes and pushing himself away from the wall, "Just _ why were _ you in this 'position' in the first place, huh?"
"Surpri-ise!" Rachel called in a sing-song voice once she had disentangled herself from the sheets,
"Roomie here walked in on your 'Welcome to College' gift -"
"- And decided to open it early," Max finished with a nod, "I get it."
"No," Rachel interjected. "Actually, he was telling the truth there..."
"So... what _ did _ happen?" Max asked, his equine ears flicking back and forth in curiousity.
"He ran."
"Ouch." Max winced in sympathy
"And I had to 'convince' him to stay."
"You tackled me to the ground and put me in a half-nelson!" Maynerd exclaimed, fur bristling and cheeks growing hot in embarassment.
"Details, details," the Shepherd shot back with an off-handed wave. "The point is we're all here now; so are we gonna' get this thing started or what?"
"Thing?" Maynerd questioned, ears flattening back in confusion, "What thing?"
"My gift," Max explained, casually stripping off his towel and making his way over to the bed.
"Well?" Rachel asked expectantly, getting back into her original position on all fours at the bottom of the bed, "Are you going to get up here or what?"
"You're... You're joking, right?" Maynerd asked, eyes widening as he stared (or rather, tried not to) at the Clydesdale; who had begun to stroke his already rather large equine member into full hardness while he got himself into position between Rachel's legs. "You're making fun of me, aren't you?"
"Not at all," Max assured, "I'm willing to share if she is. Rae?"
"Fine with me!" Rachel affirmed with a nod, "Hop on up!" She patted the open area of the bed in front of her invitingly.
"You can quit the game," Maynerd said coldly, beginning to get annoyed at the perceived prank. "I get it, you want me out of here. Fine!" He started for the door.
"What's wrong", Max asked, craning his neck to keep the Coyote in view even as he continued to absentmindedly rub his rod to full staff "I'm okay. She's okay. What's there to get mad about?"
"I don't have to sit here and take this," Maynerd said, hackles raising as he went from annoyed to straight _ angry _! "I'm not an idiot! I can see when I'm not -"
"Killer!" Rachel called, "Up, boy!"
Maynerd knew it shouldn't have surprised him, but once again he was amazed to find himself responding almost on instinct to the Shepherd girl's command. It was as though he'd just been poked with a cattle prod, jumping nearly a foot into the air, turning on the spot, and backtracking his way to the bed.
"How... How did you do that?" he asked, voice tinged with the slightest hint of fear. Only half-knowing how he had gotten there, he found himself once more staring the Shepherd in those ice-blue eyes as she began to nonchalantly undo the button of his jeans, lewdly groping the bulge in their front the whole time.
"We'll worry about that later, 'kay killer?" Rachel soothed. "Right now, all that matters is making you feel 'welcome' ". She fumbled slightly on his zipper as Max became impatient for his 'gift' and entered her in one smooth thrust. Maynerd winced, fearing the horse had hurt the poor girl. Far from being injured however, the Shepherd looked as though she was loving the rough treatment, tongue lolling from her mouth as a loud whine escaped her lips. The stallion's hefty shaft spread her wide, her inner muscles clenching down as though to try and pull even more of the fat member inside.
Zipper forgotten, Rachel practically ripped Maynerd's pants open in an effort to get at what was inside. She vocalized her exasperation with a throaty growl when she found her way impeded further still by Maynerd's boxers. These, she actually did rip open, tearing a hole right in the crotch and yanking the prize inside out into the open air.
Maynerd blushed as the lusty canine eyed his member, icey hues glazed over in pleasure as Max began to pump himself into her with the wild abandon typical of his more feral ancestors, filling her repeatedly to the brim yet still leaving her wanting more.
Not that there was anything for the Coyote to be embarrassed about! At seven and a half inches, Maynerd was actually a bit larger than your average anthro mutt. None of that changed the fact that he'd rarely ever gotten the change to use said equipment. He'd been with a girl or two (or four), but his social awkwardness was doubled in the presence of the opposite sex, so the times he had 'spent' with girls were few and far between.
All thoughts of embarrassed awkwardness left his head as Rachel dipped her own and expertly slid him into her mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from the male at the end of her treat as she began to suck gently upon his tip of his shaft while simultaniously working her hand in slow, twisting circles around its base where already his girthy canine knot was beginning to form. Max winked at him from over the Shepherd girl's shoulders, apparently familiar with the move. The stallion had a hand on either hip of the female in front of him, pulling her back onto him with each thrust and grunting quietly all the while.
One of Max's hands dipped out of site behind Rachel. Maynerd couldn't see exactly what he was doing with it, but whatever it was it must have been working, because the Shepherd was panting hard around his member, letting out small moans and whimpers every once and a while and jerking in time with Max's thrusts.
"Jesus Christ, Max" Rachel snarled, pulling Maynerd out of her mouth; not even bothering to wipe away the string of saliva that still connected his tip to her lips, "Would you quit being such a tease and just _ screw _ me for fuck's sake!"
"As the lady wishes", he replied with a calm shrug, replacing his hand and furrowing his brow in concentration. The speed of his thrusting doubled, and Maynerd could feel _ himself _ begin to move along with the swaying of the headboard above him, the rocking of the bed below, and now the wanton wails and moans of the female in front.
"What's wrong, killer?" Rachel asked, startling Maynerd with her sudden change of tone. "Shy? Well, we'll quickly cure you of that, won't we?"
With that, she deftly popped Maynerd back into her warm, wet muzzle and began to quickly bob and twist her head in countermeasure to the stallion's firm humping. Maynerd blushed as he heard himself moan hotly, clenching shut his eyes, baring his teeth, and grabbing fistfuls of sheets in his hands at the sheer potency of the pleasure that assaulted him. Rachel was a pro; that much was clear, and while Maynerd was no stranger to the bed, this was the first time he'd experienced the unique stimulation of oral sex. He was edge within mere moments, actually humping himself up into Rachel's muzzle as his shaft throbbed and dribbled hot strings of pre into her eager maw.
"Easy, killer" she exclaimed when she paused for a breath. "We don't want that pretty red rocket of yours going off too soon, now do we?"
Somehow she had sensed that he was getting close, pulling back on the intense level of pleasure she was giving him and settling into a slower, more deliberate nod. While it didn't leave him with nothing, Maynerd was finally able to get himself under control enough that he found himself beginning to enjoy the pleasure instead of simply trying to hold it back.
He moaned again, louder and longer.
"Ah, fuck!" he gasped as she changed tactics, sucking hard as she pulled away only to scratch softly along his shaft with the tips of her teeth when she came back down.
"That's it, killer!" she encouraged, "Now you've got it!" She murred as a particularly deep stroke on Max's part hit her in just the right spot, leaning up and grabbing the back of Maynerd's head to whisper huskily into his ear, "Come on, killer! Talk dirty to me, baby!"
Maynerd obliged, letting forth a long string of curses as the Shepherd proceeded to take him into her muzzle, knot and all, and suck down hard.
"Shit, man!" Max gasped, as much in pleasure as in mock-shock, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"No," Maynerd snarled, "But I kiss yours with it!"
"Ooh-hoo!" the big horse exclaimed with a pleasured nicker, "I think you've found a keeper here, sweetie. He can give as good as he gets!"
"Now, now, babe," she replied, continuing to work the Coyote in front of her with her hand as she spoke, "We'll find that out in a few minutes..."
"You bet your sweet ass you will!" Maynerd shot back. He let a yelp as the Shepherd pinched him hard on the thigh.
"Let's not get too worked up now, shall we killer? I _ am _ still a lady."
"Sorry..." Maynerd said in a whimper of mixed pain and pleasure.
"Don't be, I was just trying to be a bitch". Her muzzle lit up in a predetory smile to match the playful scowl that had appeared on Maynerd's own. She squeezed Maynerd's knot, watching amusedly as the Coyote jerked.
"Oh, would you just shut up and suck?" Maynerd moaned, legs kicking involuntarily and toeclaws digging ragged furrows in the sheets below.
"My pleasure," she murred, gleefully returning to her task. She ran her tongue over the full length of Maynerd's shaft, licking him from knot to tip only to return and do the some thing again and again and again.
Maynerd had thought he had been on edge before, but this latest torture left him riding a new and thinner edge than he had ever dreamed possible. He was on the sharp end of a razorblade, surfing the line between maddening pleasure and the blissful oblivion of release in a pipeline that felt like the warmest, wettest sea of pleasure he had ever had the privilige to dive in. All he had to do was lose his balance for a split second and it would be over.
And suddenly it _ was _ over!
Well... not exactly _ suddenly _, but Maynerd had only enough time to half-choke a garbled warning before it hit. And he was done. No longer just surfing that sea, but in it. _ Inside _ of it. Not only riding those waves, but feeling them crashing into him one after the other; driving him farther and farther down into an endless, bottomless ocean of white hot _ joy _!
He was in the deep end now, feeling it pressing him from all sides; crushing him, smothering him, drowning him and he _ loved _ it! He loved every second of that breathless, mindless assault on his very being. He couldn't get enough. He didn't _ want _ to get enough!
He didn't even remember what Rachel had done to drive him over, but whatever it was it had felt _ good _! So good he wanted to scream. So good it took him a few seconds to realize that he _ was _ screaming, and so were Max and Rachel. All three furs crying out in a single moment of simultaneous, perfect bliss. Pleasure so potent it brought tears to the eye. Joy to the Nth degree.
He looked down and watched. Watched Rachel's own eyes clenched in climatic rapture. Watched himself spurting string after string of his seed onto her muzzle and his own stomach, chest, and even face! He watched Max - hulking tower of masculine virility that it was - flexing every muscle he posessed as he released himself deep inside of Rachel's own clenching, dribbling sex; a mixture of their combined fluids forming a stowly spreading stain on the now-destroyed sheets.
Shepherd, Coyote, and Clydesdale collapsed in a slick, sweaty, panting pile of exhaustion. The two canines hardly flinched as the resounding boom of Max falling off the too-small queen-sized bed hit their ears; content to merely chuckle at what would otherwise have had all three rolling around the room in hysterics.
"That's... That's one hell of a way to make a guy feel welcome," Maynerd panted, not caring that the angle at which his neck rested against the headboard was beginning to give him a terrible crick.
"You *gasp!* You can say that again!" Max replied from where he lay in a crumpled pile on the floor.
"Say, killer?" Rachel asked from where her head still rested between Maynerd's legs, licking a strand of seed from her nose as she did.
"Wh-what?"
"Now that you know us - I don't think we ever actually got _ your _ name..."
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And that's the way the cookie crumbles, my friends! You have just witnessed the birth of a story series I might actually _ continue _ for once!
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Thanks for reading! ^-^
Rough out!
P.S. Be on the lookout for _ College Days: Chapter 2 - On the Naming of Coyotes _ coming soon...