College, Part II
#2 of College
| This story contains graphic depictions| | of male-male relationships. If this | | offends you, or if you are under the | | age of 18, then do not read it. | | | | If viewing pornographic materials | | is illegal in your area . . . move. | | | | ~Treth |
- * * Donovan suppressed his grin as Kit begain to gently groom Kit's neck in a very affectionate way. Treth didn't seem to mind in the least, in fact, he seemed to enjoy the attention. Donovan kept quiet as long as he could, but as Kit's tail curled around Treth's waist, he couldn't help but ask. "I take it that last night went well, Treth?" He grinned and nodded a little. "I guess I just ran into the right fur at the right time," he said, and stuffed a medium sized chunk of steak into his muzzle. "I guess I just became your friend a little too early, and the whole 'boyfriend' thing had to wait . . ." Donovan nodded and took another bite of his burger, remaining silent as he thoughtfully chewed on it. Treth reached out over the table and clasped his paw on Donovan's. The wolf looked up at Treth. "You'll find your prince charming, Don," he murmured, softly. Don nodded a bit and tried to shake his emotions off. "Oh, Treth," he said, trying to hide the cracks in his voice. "There's a rave tonight. At the club, just like always." Treth grinned broeadly and looked at Kit. Donovan did so as well. After a few moments, Kit began to blush. "What?" he said, softly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" said Treth, mischeviously. Donovan just nodded, then dropped some cash onto the table. Treth nudged Kit out of the booth, then the trio made their way to Don's fully equipped Hummer H2. Kit blushed again as he stepped up on the footrail and hopped up into the car. though it didn't affect how he felt about Treth, he couldn't help but wonder if the cougar's pockets were so deep. Donovan smirked as the car started up. "Kit," he said, as he seleccted a CD from his 18-disk changer, "Soon, you'll realize why I NEVER let Treth drive." Treth whapped Donovan's chest with a paw. "Honestly, do you expect me to pilot this tank of yours?" he said. "Nah. This hunk o'junk is NOT something I'm prepared to handle." "Oh, so you mean that I'm better than you?" needled Donovan. The group bantered happily back and forth until Donovan pulled the Hummer into a parking lot and turned the engine off. As the trio stepped out of the Hummer and began to walk into the dorm, Kit couldn't help but cast a glance at the Enzo Ferarri in the parking lot. The sunlight glinted off the miraculously smooth, fluid paint job, the tires looked as clean and moist as if they'd been put on fresh from the factory mere minutes before. Kit sighed softly as he stepped through the door behind Donovan and Treth. Whoever owned that car sure knew how to take care of it . . . Kit was only mildly interested in cars, but he had learned nearly everything there was to know about Ferarris by taking care of his last Master's car. Treth continued walking right on to his dorm, but Donovan waved Kit over as he walked to his own. Treth purred as Donovan pulled Kit away; that would just make things easier. He pulled his trench coat, pants, boots, and cologne out of his closet, then stripped naked and laid them on the bed. He walked over to the mirror in the room and picked up a fur brush. He began to slowly groom down his chest, purrnig softly at the gentle tug of the bristles as they moved through his fur. After he'd thoroughly combed himself over, and his fur nearly shone, he walked over to the bed and picked up his leathers. He put them on and gave his sheath a hearty grope and fondle, then shrugged his trenchcoat on. He sat down and pulled the boots on, laced them up, then sparingly applied some of his cologne. His secret weapon. He'd paid well for it, but it worked every time. He'd had his DNA analyzed and the genes controlling his sex pheremones were extracted. They were then implanted into yeast bacteria. As the bacteria grew, they synthesized his sex pheremone, which was then collected and mixed into the cologne of his choice. To anyone who smelled it, the cologne was just normal cologne. But those were were sexually attracted to him would be nearly overtaken with lust. The door opened suddenly, and Donovan and Kit walked in. Treth let his interrupted musings leave his mind as he looked over at them. Donovan was wearing his normal outfit, a lasciviously loose pair of jeans, situated to reveal just the start of his shaggier, soft pubic fur, but positioned just right so that his tail kept the hem above sheath-level. Kit was still in his normal clothes, a furious blush reddening his ears. "Well . . ." murred Donovan, as he entered the room. "Look what the cat dragged in . . . " He licked his lips as he approached Treth and laid his paws on the cougar's thighs. "Or are we looking at the cat that will be doing the dragging?" The cougar licked his own lips, then draped his arms around Donovan's neck, closed his eyes, and softly kissed the wolf on the lips. Kit watched silently and fluffed his tail out as he saw Treth's tongue slip into the wolf's muzzle. After several moments, Treth's eyes slowly opened and their lips slowly parted with the quiet, wet 'click' of an ending kiss. The feline let his muzzle rest clsoe to Don's for a few moments, then slowly pulled away. He then slowly talked over to Kit and smiled. The fox blushed deeply again in the familiar vulpine way, by laying his ears and whiskers back flat against his skull. After he softly stroked Kit's cheek for a few moments, Treth let his intensely gold gaze break from that of the fox and slowly brought their muzzles together. As their lips touched, Kit heard himself let out a soft, shaky whimper. Treth, not one to waste an oppertunity, immediately slipped enough of his tongue into Kit's muzzle that the fox could not stop him from deepening the kiss. Far from trying to arrest his love's actions, as soon as Kit recovered, he closed his lips on the very welcome intruder and sucked more of it into his muzzle. Kit slowly draped his arms around Treth's neck, and slipped his own tongue into the cougar's muzzle. After a few moments, he felt Treth's arms slowly slip under his shoulders and lift him right off his footpaws. The fox responded instantly by tensing his arms and curling his paws a little tighter around his love's neck, and gave Treth all the control that his actions asked for. Treth stepped forward until Kit was pressed against the wall. He crushed Kit's chest against his own and slowly let the kiss drift off. As their muzzles pulled away from one another, he opened his eyes, and met Kit's gaze. Both furs were panting softly. Kit smiled, then slowly slid his paw up Treth's neck, and softly twined his fingers through the cougar's headfur. He gently engaged Treth's lips in another kiss. After this was repeated a few times, Treth released Kit and stepped back. After several moments of scrutiny from the wolf and feline, Kit shifted uncomfortably and blushed. "W-what?" he murmured, softly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Treth purred. Donovan only nodded. Even though Donovan stood behind Treth, the cougar knew what the wolf's response was. The two waved Kit to follow, and walked out to the parking lot. Kit's eyes flicked to the Ferarri, but widened suddenly in shock as the horn chirped and the headlights flashed as the alarm was disarmed. He cast a glance at Treth, and saw a matching set of keys in the felid's paw. The trio made their way to the car and got inside. Kit slowly closed his door, then looked over at Treth. The mixed crimson and ochre light at the sunset set his fur alight, accentuating both the soft white of his creamy-colored underside and the light cinnamon of the coarser surrounding fur. Beyond the magnificance afforded by the sunlight, Treth carried a sense of aloof self-assurance. One got the impression that his grace was more at home in this car than anywhere else. "Hold on tight . . ." he murmured. A fraction of a second later, the foxen was roughly thrown to the dashboard as the car rocketed in reverse. One set of complicated turns, gear shifts, and pedal pumps later, and Kit had his head in Treth's lap. He shivered softly as the vibrations of the powerful enginge flowed through his body. He slowly let himself relax, then looked up at Treth from his very desirable position between the feline's legs. As his firmly muscled legs pumped the cluch and accelerator, and as his powerful arms guided the steering wheel, Kit couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. Far from the contrived circumstances under which most used the phrase, the car truly seemed but an extension of Treth's body. As Kit reluctantly sat up, the view from the windsheild made clear the difference between Treth and any other driver. Rather than taking the direct, simple path of turning the steering wheel where he wanted to go, he'd nudge the chaos of the car's movements such that his desired action was the outcome. Rather than slow down, signal, and turn right, he'd signal, then shift up and press the accelerator down all the way, jerk the wheel to the right, then spin it rapidly back to the left. The car would spin, out of control, nudged into the right direction by the turn. At just the right moment, the tires would regain traction and the car would be rocketing down the next street. After about ten minutes of this, Treth slid into a parking spot. Kit squeeked as he looked at himself. "I-I'm not . . ." he stammered, gesturing between Treth's clothing and his own. The cougar grinned. "I know," he said, then got out of the car. Donovan did the same. Kit whimpered softly as he followed suit as well. Treth and Donovan simply walked on into the broken-down building without even looking back. They knew Kit would follow. As they stepped inside, Kit froze and gasped. It was a clothing store. Mostly. The 1/3 of the room not taken up by the sales floor was taken up in the form of a long stage, upon which some 30-odd furs were engaged in all manner of sexual acts. There wer more males than females, but the balance was close to even. Males held nothing back with each other, but held nothing back from the females, either. This was exemplified as Kit's eyes fell on a vixen with her legs spread wide, as a large black wolf's muzzle dove between her thighs. Said wold had his tail laid flat against his back as a fox that looked to be the vixen's mate pounded into his ass like there was no tomorrow. Kit blushed deeply and laid his ears back, and furtively licked hid lips. Treth and Don, he noticed, had already fanned out into the clothes and were selecting items which were suited to whatever purpose they had in mind. After a few minutes, the two returned to Kit with several garments in their paws. He grinned a bit, then took them and went to the dressing room. As he closed the door, he wondered for a moment why such a place even *had* a dressing room. A few sniffs of his nose and a deep blush later, and Kit realized the room's true purpose. He slowly changed into the first garment Treth had given him. As he looked into the mirror, he gasped and his eyes went wide. All his life, Kit had been told that he was attractive, but he hadn't believed it. He always wore loose t-shirts and baggy jeans, because people seemed to notice him less that way. As he looked at himself in the mirror, now, he realized the truth in all those many words. He was stunningly beautiful . . . he slwoly ran his paws down his chest and began to murr, then slowly turned this way and that so that he could admire the way that just the first small bulge of his ass was left exposed, the way his sheath opening was just barely revealed no matter how he turned. He sighed softly as he thought about how little his Master knew about his body . . . it had taken his old Master two years to work out where the foxen's 'spots' were, and even then, he could only manipulate them poorly. Kit smiled a bit at himself, then opened the door to the dressing room and slowly stepped out. Donovan just gaped, eyes wide, as Kit closed the door to the dressing room and slowly turned this way and that for his dormmates. While Donovan stared, Treth slowly talked behind Kit. He gently ran the fingertips of one paw up Kit's side, his clawtips shifting in a sensuous, intricate dance that sent shivers like Kit had never felt before up his spine. His Master curled that paw around his pet and pulled the foxen back against his chest, then slowly bit down on the junction of Kit's shoulder and neck. As he did this, he slowly forced a finger into Kit's sheath, twisting and thrusting it very slightly. Kit was on fire. His head was tilted back, his fur stood on end, and he had risen up onto his toes. Treth slowly released Kit's neck, then lifted his paw to his muzzle and licked his finger clean. Kit slumped back against Treth and panted deeply. Immediately, his cock forced out of his sheath and stood at full attention. "How was that, my pet?" asked Treth, in a soft whisper. Kit slowly slide his paw up Treth's neck and pulled the cougar's muzzle to his own, his lips slightly open. He gently slipped his tongue between Treth's lips, eyes closed, ears back.The two kissed passionately for a few moments, then slowly pulled back. "Well," Treth said, as if commenting on the time, "I think we'll be buying these. Now go try on the rest and see how you like them." * * * Kit padded towards the line of furs waiting to get into the club, staying only a step behind Treth and Don. He was still getting used to the outfit selected for him, a tight pair of leather pants and a ringed leather harness with straps that ran over each shoulder and around the chest. Kit sighed ast the line, and wondered how long it would be before the bouncers even noticed them. "What's a puny-ass cougar like THAT doing in front of a fine establishment like THIS?" called Don, as he and Treth walked right up the line to the entrance. Kit let out a soft yip, figuring that the bouncer was about to throw Donovan to the ground. Instead, as he walked up, the two grabbed paws and bumped heads gently. "How's it hangin' sexy?" he said. Don grinned. "Low and lazy," he replied. "You?" Treth padded behind the cougar, waving Kit to follow. He immediately snuggled up against his Master's side and held onto Treth's upper arm tightly. Koishto's eyes tracked Kit. "Who's the new hottie?" he said, his eyes devouring the fox from eartips to toes. Don grinned. "Treth's new playtoy," he said. Kit laid his ears back as Koishto grinned broadly. "Well, at least he finally has himself a peice of tail," he said. "And a rather good peice, too." "Hey!" called a haughty teenage bobcat from the crowd. "Is that how it's gonna be? You let all the fags in while we REAL men sit out here in the cold?" Koishto snarled loudly in the direction of the bobcat. "They generate business, you little fuck," he said. "You, on the other hand, will just harass our female patrons." "Oh, yeah?" he taunted as he saw that people were watching. He obviously percieved this as a chance to boost his ego or popularity. "They suck THAT much cock? What are their rates, three bucks a blowjob?" Koishto reached out and just picked up the bobcat by the scruff. The small cat let out a fascinating yelping sound and went limp. Koishto dug his claws into the small cat's scruff and snalred loudly with his muzzle a half inch from the cat's. His fanges were glistening, and light glinted off the rather intimidating titanium cap that took the place of his lower left canine. "You want to repeat that?" he growled. The bobcat quivered with fear, then mustered up the courage to speak. "O-ok . . ." he said, as he tried to regain his calm and failed misribly. "A bet, then . . ." Koishto grinned a bit. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, as he set the bobcat down on his footpaws. The bobcat thought for a few moments, then spoke. "I pick five judges, you pick five," he said, a slight grin on his muzzle. "We have a rave contest. If I get more votes than the cocksuckers, I get $500." Donovan spoke up. "And if you lose?" he inquired. The bobcat grinned. "I'll suck each of your cocks," he said. Treth laughed loudly. "You're on," he said. The two parties picked out their designated judges, then Koishto lifted his wrist to his muzzle. "Sarkan, I'm coming in," he said. "Man the door for me for a few." As the group made their way to the stage entrance, a very large tiger stepped out of the front door. Koishto stopped backstage and muttered something into his mic, then turned to face the challengers. "Music?" he asked. The bobcat thought for a moment. "Dark Black Forest," he said. Koishto nodded, then spoke into his wrist mic again. "Ice, cue up Sandstorm and Dark Black Forest," he said. Donovan and Treth blinked rapidly as they finished inserting their contacts. Koishto dropped a box of glowsticks down in front of them, then padded out onto the stage and gave a short announcement of what was going on. "And here's our first challenger," he said, and looked offstage at the bobcat. The cat drew in a deep breath, then padded onstage as Koishto moved off to the side. The bobcat took his position as the song started up, then began to dance and rave as the beat picked up. Treth giggled softly backstage. "Isn't that the DDR dance?" he whispered. Donovan nodded. "Granted, it's the dance from heavy mode," murmurred Don. "He's missed four steps so far. He doesn't know what he's up against." As the song finished, he came offstage with a smug grin on his muzzle. "Beat THAT, faggots!" he said. Treth and don grinned, then padded out onto the stage. Immediately, the crowd exploded into applause. The unnamed bobcat snorted derisively offstage. Kit furtively glanced at the bobcat, then looked back out onstage at his Master and friend. "How are you tonight, Socorro?!" cried Treth. He grinned broadly at the roaring response, then held up a paw for silence. "Let's do this, he said. The sage lights went out and the soft opening of Sandstorm began to play. The lights slowly came up and showed Treth and Donovan on the stage, each knelt with their chests to the ground, arms laid out in front of them. The silent air of the room, in stark contrast to the blaring noise of before, was so stiflingly thick with excitement that it was hard to breathe. The pair opened their eyes, which were blowing ice-blue from the black-light active contacts they had in. Slowly, both Treth and Donovan rose to their knees. They locked eyes and froze until the first cymbal crash and pause. Just at the crash, on perfect cue, both jumped to their footpaws. They continually held achingly still as the beat of the music swept past them, waiting for some unkown cue. The contrast of the music's rushing rhythm against their stillness made energy build up in the room until it became almost unbearable. The song built and built . . . then, suddenly, a second cymbal crash broke them into movement. Again in perfect time with their song, Treth and Don ran towards each other. Two steps, a kick, and they had backflipped off of each other's footpaws. They raved at incredible speed, faster than the eye could see. Their movements drew complex lines through the air, making patterns to rival some of the best in the world. Kit broke his gaze from the pair onstage long enough to look at the bobcat. His ears were back ans he had somehow managed to go pale, even through his fur. Kit giggled softly, then turned his gaze back to his lover. He couldn't help but simply love the way the cougar looked . . . that muscular chest, trim belly, smooth ass . . . Kit didn't know what kind of conditioner the feline used, but the softness of his fur was to die for. The song suddenly ended, which contrasted sharply with it's slow, built-up beginning. Treth and Donovan padded offstage t roaring applause as Koishto padded back out, along with the ten selected judges. Treth and Don stood to either side of the now ashen-faced bobcast as the vote was taken . . . seven to three. "H-hey, g-guys . . ." the bobcat said, to Treth and Don, "W-we don't really need t-to go through with the b-bet . . . d-do we?" They both laughed softly. "Be careful about that big, floppy mouth of yours from now on," said Don, as he flicked under the bobcat's chin lightly. "Not everyone forgives debt," said Treth. "You'll get your legs broken. Now get out of here before we change our minds." The bobcat didn't need to be told twice. As he skittered off, Kit snuggled back up against Treth's side. "You were incredible, sir," he said, softly. Treth purred and curled an arm around Kit as he looked over at Don, then Koishto, then Don again. He leaned over and whispered softly into the wolf's ear. "He's lonely . . ." he said, softly. "Go talk to him. Maybe he's not with that slutty otter anymore . . ." Donovan blushed slightly and shook his head. Treth grinned, then gave the wolf a firm nudge. "Go on!" he hissed, playfully. Donovan blushed more, then padded over to Koishto. "What's on your mind, cutie?" he said. * * * Part two. This story originally was going to be two parts, but the character potential has just pushed so far that I'm still going strong. All characters are copyright their players, most belong to me and may be reused with my permission. I'd like to take this moment to put in a personal comment. I read a series of stories by an author named Ravage, about a tiger named Dalan who is a martial arts fighter and is rather young, disgraced from his family, and so forth. If the author of those stories reads this, or if anyone who knows where I may reach him reads this, please inform me! Those stories shaped my entire understanding of myself in so many ways, I would just love to speak to this author at least once to thank him for the deep inspiration he has given me. treth_kittin#earthlink.net <- anti-spam e-mail format. Requests, comments, anything. Flames will be absorbed by mages for energy. This story also will have typos. I will be updating the stories to more correct versions as soon as I get some time to actually perform the proofreading on them. ~Treth