The other bed
I was too tired.
A long day flitting about the campus. Class here, and hour wait there, a boring talk about subjects that were mandated by inane educators who wanted to assure their friends had jobs. 'I mean why do I have to prove I can work a computer, when you can't pass a semester without one,' I griped in thoughts that wouldn't allow sleep to take hold.
My tail was pined wrong in my bed, and that kept me uncomfortable as well. Nothing was helping. I tried counting sheep, but just got hungry instead. 'Who thought up that idea? Some sycophant who liked torturing children?' I reached and pulled my tangled longhaired tail from the sheets and let it hang out the side of the small single bed.
Turning, I looked over the dorm room with night sight. The clutter of two roommates with barely matching careers was not evident as much as brazen. My allotted corner was stacked with endless books and clothes that didn't fit the infinitesimal closet and drawers. Gendron's was sparse, but somehow his light load of accounting books managed to take up more space then physically possible. It was a scientific marvel for the brutish jock. 'though his sense of humor in that regard was akin to: Fuck off bitch. Actually I think those are always his chosen words of greeting for me.'
No, he didn't like me.
I guess the only reason we are together in this tiny cell was to punish him for bad grades and me for the sake of karma in a previous life. Maybe they were thinking that putting him with my excessive habits of studying history would rub off. 'We're not amoebas,' I complained once more, further wakening myself. I'm a wolf, a runt, but still... And Gendron is a rather white huge husky. Osmosis will never occur unless he eats me.
I threw off the sheets and opened up the window to let the cool spring night air in fully, grabbed a can of juice from the mini-fridge, then buried my head into the pillows once more, hoping that if I push hard enough my consciousness would be squeezed out.
A while later, I found sleep. I don't recall how long that lasted, but it felt like a minute when the door creaked open and bumped against the wall. 'Gendron's home, thanks,' I railed at the maker. He was back from the pub. Which didn't matter, they all seemed the same to me. A bunch of men with too much energy for mating, and a gathering of fewer bitches who would be more than happy to spend the semesters addicted to indulgence than planning for what happens for the rest of their lives.
"So? Where'll we start," he drunkenly asked his companion with who was just outside the room as he strode through carelessly, a hand tugging on hers to enter.
The soft female voice, a little bit slurred by drink murmured a pleasant expectation of pleasure then remarked apprehensively in a whisper when she likely saw my bed, and me, "you have a roommate?"
Gendron dismissed the concern about my spectating, "sleeping pills. Downs a bottle a week. He won't wake up unless ya drag him out. I have ta every morning to get 'em up."
'Liar,' I corrected in my thoughts.
The girls walked in, hard heels clacking on the linoleum tile floor before softening on the discount throw rug, "that's so sweet of you."
I peered carefully to see who his catch was this time from my covers trying not to move. If he spotted me, he'd probably beat the hell out of me for ruining his night. A small tricolor longhair shepherd, with overt curves. 'She's cute,' I remarked and then realized what I would have to endure. 'Oh come on, can't you take her someplace else? I need to be awake tomorrow morning.'
The white husky started to undress the girl, she helped him out of his as well. I shut my eyes tight and planned an opportune time to turn and face the wall. Their alcohol mixed blood kept them both unsteady, and soon they were bumping into furniture; knocking over college books and notes to make space on his bed to lay together.
I stared at the wall, there was no way I was getting to sleep until they were done. My thoughts reeled in silent protest at the situation.
The two entwined in one another gave off calls of excited breath broken by tongues and muzzles that explored and tasted each other. I couldn't help but listen to the amused and pleased female letting out moans of adulation, or my roommate expressing uncontrollable grunts of exertion in his affections.
Their limbs and bodies twisted and shifted in the creaky bed. A metal spring stretched, there was a sound from the shepherd and husky of pleasure, then their bodies moved once more bumping into the wall or finding another displaced book to knock to the floor. I swore someone kept putting the same one back in place each time it got knocked off to torture me.
It felt like hours, it might have been minutes, but soon Gendron mounted the small woman and the rhythm began. The bed rocked back and forth slowly, methodically. Their exhales of exhilaration could not be contained. I could almost hear the sound of the husky's cock penetrating the bitch. Maybe I did, and just didn't want to acknowledge it? 'Great, I'm being a pervert,' I sarcastically berated myself and tried to think of another topic.
'Maybe if I plan out how to dress in the morning,' I forced into the forefront of my thoughts.
The girl let out a long exhale, pleased. My train of thought derailed.
I reflexively imagined her under his muscular unclothed body, half closed eyes with a lolling bright red tongue. My penis was starting to feel a surge of blood.
'So twenty years ago,' I switched to recalling notes from class earlier that day trying to override their actions. 'When the parliament..."
Her moans rose in volume, matching the rhythm of the husky's thrusts. He joined her with soft notes of effort. My imagination in the dark room facing the small space of blank wall shifted back to the vision of their two bodies writhing in pleasure. My member was pronounced now and urging to be part of the coupling not ten feet away.
'Please stop them,' I begged the maker. 'Make the ceiling fall down or something.'
Then hopeless plea went unanswered. Gendron and the shepherd continued their love making, their voices and motions growing louder and more pronounced. Labored and excited.
I cringed as I slid my hand down to keep my cock from touching the soft sheets that brushed the tip. A wave of energy strode through my body as my hands pulled the briefs up over the length to try to stifle the infectious sexual encounter.
Their bed rocked back and forth with fury as the two mated in the room, while I used all my presence of mind to let my eager sex stay untouched in my bed, waiting for the torment to end. The two continued to engage each other with unbridled passion. But finally, thankfully, the husky let out a muted howl of release. He continued to press against her with slow long thrusts, and finally the girl breathed a sigh of orgasm. They had both finally came.
Both still played with one another for a time, muted, quieter, less energetically. And soon they were asleep. The alcohol had finally claimed their last bit of energy. And with the peace of their deep exhausted breaths, I found sleep too.
***
I was cold, lost in the dark of a starless midnight. I felt the air around me easily moving my fur like grass in the fields. Then there was a shadowed face that emerged from the dark out of the corner of my sight. My dreams showed an uncertain form muted by darkness that came from behind and wrapped around my body. The warm presence encapsulated me and drove away the wind.
I asked in thoughts, imagined in this dream, "who are you?"
"Be still," the voice came slowly, carefully. I could not tell who, or even what gender it was by the whisper. It touched my ear and I felt the chill return. But it was a welcoming one. I imagined my paw and brought it to search along the fur. The long hairs parted by my pawed fingers absorbed the warmth from this interested form.
I remained silent, not wanting to corrupt this moment. Good dreams like this are hard to come by. Usually for me they entail running someplace or being out of place wholly, having a partner to enjoy was a welcome break from those pseudo nightmares of confusion.
Its nose slid along the back of my neck and I could feel teeth carefully nipping at my scruff. The sense was unusually strong, but that was only filling my desires to be joined with my imagined companion. My paws explored the furred form that pressed from behind. I caressed the unclothed thighs and stroked its coat with appreciation.
The form held tight and complied in turn with my actions. A paw of its own let gentle claws run along my chest and stomach till it found my waist. There the form hesitated. For now, its tongue took hold my ear and began to close playfully on the edge in several places before I let out a soft pleased murmur. Another pronounced surge of pleasure traveled through my body when it found the spot it was looking for.
The forms hands began to head downwards and carefully encircled my member. They brought out the length and gently stroked it. Bringing out as much blood from me as could be contained in the girth. I let out a soft sigh at the attention, and let my eyes focus on who was with me, unable to retain the curiosity.
'Was it an old girlfriend? Maybe that one from second class with the short dyed orange hair,' as I speculated, my eyes found light and form. I concentrated, and before me, there was my bedroom wall. 'Of course I ruined it,' berating myself I relaxed some laying on my side.
The paws of the companion continued in my waking dream. The warmth of my bed was not just me. Someone had entered into the cramped little mattress on a cheap little metal frame. 'Was it the shepherd,' I questioned, trying to determine what a great fortune this was to have a bitch decide to have sex with me because Gendron was unappreciatively out cold.
Playfully, my hand rose to find this companion's ear. Carefully, and somewhat unskillfully, I let my padded fingers caress the girl's while she continued to stroke my member that was quickly approaching climax.
Her mouth breathed alongside my cheek. I could smell the strong liquor still on her breath. 'She must be horribly drunk, but I won't bother to offer the sobriety of questioning her actions,' I selfishly plotted while burrowing my free hand under my body to reach for hers.
I could feel the hot body at the touch of my fingertips. Cautious not to give her pause to stop, my hand explored for the sex between her legs. Wanting to make sure that she was not the only one to find elation in this moment.
There was not what I expected. I almost jumped in shock and horror, but the weight of the furred body almost pinning me and the paws that attended my cock dutifully, dulled my senses to the point that when I found my fingers had come across this slick hard dick, I could only hold myself still, frozen in panic.
The husky didn't seem to care who he laid with, or maybe he was so drunk that he had no idea what he was doing. It was likely the later, but what could I do? Gratefully my member was slowly calming to flaccid.
I looked down and watched as the white furred paws caressed my sack. His large paws were almost too big to handle me, but even despite his condition, he brought such pleasure. The sight of this performance stirred reactions that were not supposed to happen, but it felt so good, so warm.
I closed my eyes and tried to not see what was happening, but instead found the senses and feelings were more potent. I could pretend he was a girl, I submitted to the encounter. I doubted I could stop this. 'Maybe I wouldn't want to,' I worried.
Gendron shifted his weight and position slightly, and I could feel his muzzle closing in on mine. The scent of alcohol was almost unbearably strong, but the air he breathed tasted intoxicatingly potent. I tried to hold still, but his tongue reached for my maw, and attempted to slip inbetween my lips. I let him within me inexplicably.
The bite of mint caught my tongue. It tasted strange and unearthly. My body reacted on its own and returned the affectionate play of tongues. I could feel my penis once more growing hard and eager with seed. There was little I could do now but let it proceed.
My paws held him close, my head turned to give him no trouble in exploring my mouth with his own. His ministrations of my length continued and increased in fervor. I could feel the limits of my reserve building and preparing to release.
The husky could feel it too. His paws began to slow, and pull down along the shaft with force and purpose. Unconsciously attempting to bring the semen out earlier and completely. His instincts had no fault. I dove into his maw with elation, fearing that if there was a space between us I would cry out and wake this man.
No matter who would have been in this bed, the feeling of the coming release for such perfect pleasure brought my body to stretch in mirror to the feelings that coursed through me. My legs and arms entwined with the large husky trying to impossibly find a way closer to his flesh and muscles and warmth.
My cock swelled beyond experience, holding onto the cum as long as possible within my sack, finally broke in release that has never felt so surreal. So exceptionally perfect.
The sensation of the ejection was a pent up need he had built up within me and finally completed with just as much mastery. Each slow milking by his paw sent an excess of cum to strike into my fur and the sheets with force, coating in warmth then slowly seeping into wherever it landed.
I breathed laden, relieved, alive. The scent of my sex in the air welcomingly filled my muzzle. Gendron too reacted to the new aroma, letting his body press and slide along mine. His hard, too long ignored dick, was trying to force itself between my legs.
The glow of revelry was sadly shortened by the comprehension that he would not tolerate any delay in his own pleasure. He was here to have sex, not apologize for having a bitch while I was in the room. Worrying that if he was not attended to immediately, Gendron might regain some sense of consciousness and then this would, at best, get horribly complicated. I had to accept my part and bring him to the same elation I enjoyed.
I turned in the bed with displaced sheets and took careful hold of his dick with my paw and gently let the hot slick length slide between my hesitant padded fingers. Carefully, I began to encourage him with my bodies gentle nudges to find a place underneath me in the center of the bed.
It was not difficult for the husky to let me have to do all the work, and soon I found myself laying atop the large muscled man nearly twice my size. His arms held me easily and wholly. The lingering memories of that dream still held on to me. It made it easier to accept this mating of wolf and husky.
My mouth continued to attend to the tongue of Gendron, while my hand stroked slowly and methodically. I could hear his breath finding rhythm with my attentions. But as I brought out pleasure to the engorged member, I could feel his powerful arms pressing down on me. Not away, but forcing me to bring my mouth closer to his cock to feed on his sex.
I almost revolted at the concept. I should have screamed blood murder and ran out like any sane man should do. But I don't know if I ever was that man. It worried me that I didn't mind this act enough. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me, but the easiest thing to do is get it over with and escape when he falls asleep once more. I planned for the best of the worst.
Drawing my body downwards along his by unavoidable insistence, I felt each of his muscles tense and adjust to make himself more comfortable. A small part of me felt strangely content. I didn't want to think on it, that was a topic best left for the morning.
The strong pungent scent of previous sex and emerging pre filled my nostrils. There was a warning that went off in my thoughts, but it had to be ignored, better to see this through. I rested each hand aside his waist and brought my body to all fours over his legs. My eyes shut calmly and my lips opened partway to let the long tongue stretch and run along the slick member.
The taste of salty pre-cum gathered on the tip of my tongue. It was strangely good. It shouldn't be. It should be the most revolting thing in the world. I worried, hanging my head just millimeters from his elevated sex.
Gendron reached down and placed his paws along my ears and massaged them roughly, eagerly. His maw breathed in anticipation of my consumption of his seed. I had to continue.
Carefully, my long tongue wrapped around his girth and drew it to standing, then slowly, fearfully, with eyes closed, I let it enter my mouth.
The husky let out a soft breath of gratitude, and for some reason, I felt the same way. Holding my head in position, I allowed his dick fully into my mouth. A small portion of pre exited the tip and spread across the roof of my jaws. The warm mixture was persistent. I could smell it just as well as I could taste it on the back of my tongue. Below, my own member was rapidly stirring once more.
The husky nudged gently on my head, begging to have me consume his length once more. I didn't oppose the act. I should have. There was no reason I should want to perform for him no matter the size.
Drawing back slowly, letting the taste of his seed spread along my mouth entirely, welcoming, I came to the point where his cock had almost left my mouth. I let my tongue trace along the portion just below the head for a second, then ran its length once more. The tip running along the roof of my mouth tickled slightly, but it was more acceptable, wanted.
I continued to feed on his member. Each time, the act felt more and more natural. I didn't want to accept it, but a small part felt it was right. There was only Gendron and this bed's scents of sex gently creaking with my movements. Each rocking of the frame reminded me of the sex that my roommate and the shepherd enjoyed earlier. The imagery of their encounter, and the acts I was slowly learning to enjoy were as unsettling but more energizing. 'Was I jealous?'
My own dick was painfully hard as I serviced his cock. My hands had almost a mind of their own, as my body positioned itself to take hold of his legs and lift them up slightly to relieve some of the weight from his pinned tail. The grateful pleasure that the husky let slip from his muzzle gave me greater desire to please him.
As my tongue played gracefully along his sensitive length, my maw found a quicker pace to milk his sex. Little by little, I could hear his breath revealing that the climax of my efforts was going to arrive. I didn't concern myself with what would happen at the end. I was too engrossed in the moment, and the acts. His appreciation was something I never thought I would care for. But now, here, I wanted nothing more than for him to be pleased.
His hands cupped my ears and grew tighter and more desirous. The bucking of his hips with each stroke of my mouth let me know that I had brought him to climax. My tongue ran along the length hungrily with my muzzle, and then, finally Gendron's hips thrust out and a stream to hot semen struck against the roof of my mouth.
I tried not to choke on the cum that came far too quickly. The musky taste filled my mouth, attempting to breech my tongue and strike directly in my throat. Quickly I tried to swallow all I could, luckily the excess contents escaped the sides of my mouth instead of forcing me to choke on the seed.
I continued to engulf and release his cock incapable of stopping myself. 'What is wrong with me, why do I want this,' I screamed in my mind, failing to be able to reconnect my body to my horrified consciousness.
My attentions slowed as the surges of cum subsided. There was no helping this. At this moment, with the large man, I was enjoying the act as much as he was.
Gendron relaxed and laid spent on my bed with fur dotted by my own semen and his that escaped from my maw. The husky's eyes appeared closed, and it seemed that sleep had thankfully taken him for now. I reflexively let my tongue gather up what it could from my muzzle trying not to comprehend the encounter between us or why I wished to stay and taste him once more.
Cautiously sliding from the bed I drew the sheets up from the foot and let them cover him over before I turned to gather some possessions and head to the bathroom to clean up, 'and maybe find sleep myself in the common room before classes later this morning.'
As my eyes turned to find a towel and some clothes, I realize that Gendron's bed still has a small form covered in sheets buried within. It was too large to be debris from studies.
Padding carefully towards the bed and peering over-top the drawn sheets I see the tricolored shepherd. Still here and sleeping quietly. I stared astonished, trying to grasp what this meant about my roommate, 'but the drunken brute Gendron? Was he desperate? Lost? On some drug of some kind?' Then that question fell away to make room for a more important concern, myself. 'Not now,' I pooled some self restraint to set that aside in promise. 'Later.'
The only conclusion I would arrive at at the moment was that when he finally came around today, the last place I wanted to be was within shouting distance. 'Hopefully he will not remember a thing.'
Slipping out the door, making sure the keys were in hand, the light from the hall shined in distorted yellow against the backdrop of the sleeping white husky and the brown, tan, and red shepherd, one of them shifted and mumbled at the intrusion.
Too fearful to determine who it was, or what was said, I didn't turn around. Instead, quickly, quietly, I closed the door. A click of the metal latch marked my departure.
Considering the night as I walked to the showers I asked no one in particular, "wonder if the pubs are still open this late. I mean early. It's very early. What am I saying, that'll likely make things much much worse."