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The second floor of the university library was a rumble of students hunting for open computers, empty desks for studying, or the rare available book that would help them ace a college paper. For some, the place served as a respite from the dreariness outside, warmth tucked behind an overcast sky. And through the shuffle of college kids, one student sat patiently in his seat, a wolfish glare upon him as one may expect from his species. Except this wolf, whose fur was as dark and sultry as his voice, stared intently across the room at another wolf, although this one was pure white. Aside from their shared species, they were (except in the best of ways, the black wolf hoped as he adjusted his crotch) practically opposites. He couldn't help but lick at his chops in anticipation--a predator biding his time for the right moment to pounce.

Across the room, the white wolf had seated himself at an open desk, books on kinesiology and biomechanics stacked evenly in the corner. Clean fur billowed from the short sleeves and over the collar of his neatly tucked button-down shirt, and, with a hairbrush, he groomed himself until everything fell just right. After polishing his glasses clean and setting them in their proper place on his snout, he opened up his handbook for fitness professionals, then perused his class notes.

A fresh thought emerged, and he shuffled through his messenger bag for a pencil to annotate a key passage, then for a yellow highlighter to mark important words and phrases. Thankfully, the orange and green highlighters weren't needed quite yet--those were for exam concepts and words whose definitions he needed to look up, respectively. Before he could properly focus on his studies, the wolf adjusted the blue bowtie that matched the iciness of his eyes, ensured his suspenders were properly aligned over his broad shoulders, and he smoothed over the wrinkles of his loose-fitting chinos. Just as he was about to begin, another student approached: a red fox from their Exercise Prescription class clutching her own set of books.

"Hey, Dewey," she said a notch above a whisper. "Thanks for all your help on the first exam. Care to help a gal with the second after class Friday?"

"This Friday?" Dewey said, testing the weight of her question as if she had asked him something deeply personal.

Sensing his hesitation: "Please? I just don't understand any of the math. See?"

She flipped through her notes and jabbed a finger at a question from class: How fast would someone with a VO2 max of 50 ml/kg*min have to run on a treadmill at a 6% grade to be at 75% of their max? Their instructor had warned his students that if they couldn't answer this question on their own, they would likely fail the exam due this Saturday.

"That's easy," Dewey said, a pinch of nasal tone to his deadpan delivery. "I can show you now if you want--"

"Oh, I wish I had time to stay, but I'm heading to my next class...."

"This Friday, though?" He bit his lower lip. But, gosh dang it, he could see that her eyes were wild with desperation. "I just have D&D with the guys and--"

"It'll only be an hour, promise." She lifted up an honorable paw. Even her white-tipped tail gave a resolute flick. "Only an hour, just so I can review all the math you know so well. I wouldn't be begging for help if I was a straight-A student like you."

One hour may not seem like a lot, but with his 18-credit class load, he needed every last ounce of studying he could squeeze from the day. The pressure to maintain his grades felt as heavy as the grey, overbearing sky outside. In fact, scheduling some time with the guys was probably too much as is, and he considered cancelling the next session altogether.

Dewey's ears flattened as he relented. "Okay, but only an hour."

"You're the best!" Just as she was about to turn to leave, she paused. "Hey, do you still need a volunteer for the final project? One of my girlfriends can probably help. Honestly, she's been trying to find some motivation to lose a few pounds. Been lookin' for a date to the coming Foam Bash." A delicate paw perched on his shoulder. "Perhaps having a guy like you measuring her weight, her waist circumference and blood pressure--you know, pinching her with those skin calipers and all that, this might finally provide the motivation she's been looking for."

"I'm... fine, really." He paid no mind to her touch. "I have a few friends I'm gonna ask."

"You sure?"

"If they fall through, I'll talk to you in class about it. See you Friday?"

"All right, then." The fox offered a meek smile before retrieving her paw. "See you Friday."

The vixen turned with a polite wave and a flick of her tail before she disappeared down the stairs to the main floor and out the doors.

Sighing, the white wolf returned to his book, flipping past a few pages where fit furs demonstrated different strength-training exercises. He eyed a shirtless wolf, who was as muscular as he was, performing a barbell squat. Excellent form, too, with thickly defined legs that were perfect for the picture's purpose: showcasing which muscle groups were activated during such an exercise.

Then Dewey nearly jumped from his seat.

"That handsome guy looks kinda like me." The black wolf who'd been watching all the while sank onto the seat next to him such that the backrest was now the front-rest. The wolf peered at the book curiously, then up to the white wolf who quickly shut it. "I see why you didn't ask for a little something extra from that fox friend of yours."

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Dewey asked, ignoring the implication. He glanced over his new unwanted acquaintance. The dark purple full-zip hoodie he wore baring the university's name barely contained his musculature, firm pecs practically spilling from the top where the zipper came down part way. A silver chain necklace offered a metallic splash that Dewey had to admit looked good, the drooping end pooling in the crevice of his chest.

Jabbing a thumb inward: "Call me Mel." The black wolf grinned, noticing the white wolf looking him over before averting his eyes back to his notes, pretending to be reading them with the equivalent level of enthusiasm as an undergrad actor reciting his lines in an introductory theater class. "Be honest with me, Dewster. You got no one in mind for your final project."

"Two things first," the white wolf said as he removed his glasses for a moment to pinch the base of his nose, eyes wincing with annoyance. "It's Dewey. I'm assuming you overheard my name. And second, how would you know anything about my final project?"

"I took the class last semester. Barely passed, though. Those calculations were seriously killer, although I'm sure they're nothing to a straight-A nerd like you. Color me impressed." One of Mel's fingers trailed its way beneath one of Dewey's suspenders, tugging at it teasingly. Dewey ignored this, but he squirmed in his seat like someone had dropped an ice cube down his pants, eliciting a grin from the black wolf. "Admit it, though. You don't have anyone in mind to volunteer...."

"I certainly do. I have friends, you know!" Dewey spat, then hunched into his seat when a few students nearby glanced his way. Library faux-pas number one. "I just..."

Mel's face lit up with realization. "Oh, you just have no desire to poke and prod at a female. I see, I see..." The black wolf chuckled, and all Dewey could do was flip through the pages of his notebook, although none of the words contained therein were making sense right now. "Ah, don't look so flustered, big guy."

"Would you mind? I'd like to get some studying done."

"Oh, actually," Mel began, standing up momentarily so he can shift the seat into its proper position. From the corner of Dewey's eyes, he noticed the faint outline of his malehood flopping around in his matching purple gym shorts with white trim. Mel scooted in closer. "I was wondering if you could help me out." A paw dropped to one of Dewey's thick thighs, giving a squeeze. "I need a good fitness book for a research paper I'm doing. Maybe you can help me find a good one here. A dumb wolf like me can barely navigate all three floors of this library."

Dewey closed his notebook and began to tuck everything back into his messenger bag, pulling away from the wolf just as he felt a wandering tail becoming a little too friendly with his. He stood to leave, shouldering his bag. "I suggest you talk to a librarian."

"Hey, hey, where you goin'?" Mel said as if hurt, seizing Dewey by the arm. He gave the bulging bicep there a squeeze, then glanced at the rest of the white wolf's body, how the button-down shirt barely contained any of his musculature, just like Mel's own hoodie. "How about I help you out with your final project? I've done it myself, after all. Besides... seems like you'd rather work on someone of similar _persuasion_as the wolf you were ogling in that book. Trust me, I caught myself staring at the same dude last semester."

Dewey stood, unsure of whether to stay or leave.

Mel released him. "Maybe this will help you decide." A paw slunk to his hoodie zipper and eased it down, the widening V showing more of the dark-furred body underneath. Dewey gulped: no undershirt at all. It wasn't long before the hoodie was completely unzipped, showing off a collection of strong abs, more of the wolf's thick chest, and the inviting tuft of fur that trailed from Mel's navel down to a certain something or other tucked within his gym shorts. Mel then tugged the front of his shorts down, just enough to show he was going completely commando... and a glimpse of pubic fur and thick shaft that'd been loosely rubbing against the soft fabric of his shorts with every movement this entire time.

Dewey gulped again, looking up at Mel's mischievous grin. While Dewey's ears flattened against his head, Mel's were pointed at attention, waiting for a response. Dark amber eyes almost glowed back cruelly, but there was something curious behind it that perhaps... that maybe promised a kinder intent.

Dewey cleared his throat. "I know a row upstairs that may have exactly what you need."

* * *

The uppermost floor suffered less foot traffic, only a few quiet students trailing around for whatever book they needed. Fewer desks, too. Left room for more shelves in long, unwieldy rows and even more dusty books that smelled almost like vanilla from old age. Decades of information and research and timeless stories resided here for the current generation of college students to read or ignore or potentially borrow and forget to return.

Dewey, with the strap of his messenger bag slung over a shoulder, led Mel to a corner where a slew of exercise-related books rested. Meanwhile, Mel gazed at Dewey's amazingly fluffy tail that swished back and forth shyly, as if trying to hide the firm ass his chinos hugged nicely despite being a size too large. And talk about his broad back! The dude was built like a brick wall rather than some random cockeyed nerd.

"How'd a guy with big brains also get such a big bod?"

"Not every nerd wants to sit around and study astrophysics or computer science," Dewey explained without looking back. "Kinesiology and how our bodies adapt to external pressure and stimuli fascinate me. But you can only learn so much from books. I wanted to see the results of my studies for myself."

"I never see you hitting the gym, though," Mel countered. "I'm there all the time."

"I go first thing in the morning when it's quiet. Something I should probably consider for my studies in the library, apparently." Mel guffawed at this jab, unphased. Then Dewey stopped at the end of a row by a narrow window, the afternoon outside still dark with clouds. "There are a few good books here." After picking a large book out, the corners worn and its spine cracked with years of use, he ruffled through its dog-eared pages. "Lots of good background information and some excellent diagrams and photos showing the result of certain strength training and powerlifting routines over the course of several years. The research was excellent."

Mel took the book, flipping the pages until he found the pictures of half-naked study participants on day one. Additional photos followed the physical development of each participant: one after the first month, another after three months, then after half a year, then after a full year. One skinny dude, some random fox boy with a flat ass, had practically transformed into some muscle god by year three.

"Believe it or not," Dewey said, pointing at the fox's day-one shot, and trying to find a way to make some sort of conversation. "I was spindly like this a few years back."

"Believe it or not," Mel echoed, "so was I. Amazing what a little time, dedication, and consistency does to us." He looked the white wolf over, giving off that awful grin of his. Then he reached over and adjusted Dewey's blue bowtie. "Although I'm totally digging the differences in décor."

Dewey licked his chops nervously when Mel finally released his tie. Then he found his eyes darting across the books for another he had read during a slow summer when all his assignments were completed weeks before the due date.

But Mel wouldn't let go of the topic just yet.

"What do you think about looking like this one day?" He pointed at the fox's three-year pic. Hard to believe it was the same fox from day one. He was rippling with muscle--the type of build that smashed world weightlifting records. Whatever these scientists did to him, it worked.

"M-maybe..." he said. "But I think our bodies are more aesthetically pleasing at this stage." Dewey pointed to the two-year shot. The fox was still big in this picture--nicely fit and muscular--but nothing too over-the-top like a pro bodybuilder.

"Oh, that's kinda how you and I look now!" Mel said, giving a quick flex of a bicep, which bulged against the fabric of his hoodie sleeve. "But tell me, nerd-boy--you're so good on working out and lifting weights at the butt-crack of dawn, and you certainly enjoy your pictures of buff fox boys and wolf dudes... but have you ever _touched_another guy?"

Dewey froze as he reached for another book on an upper shelf. He glanced over briefly, just enough to notice Mel continuing to look him up and down as if he could savor the taste of one's appearance. Dewey retrieved the book, flipping through its glossy pages.

"Here's another good one I read during my freshman semester--"

"How about it, Dewster? Maybe we can get some preliminary measurements done now--get a head start on that final project of yours." Mel shucked off his hoodie, and it plopped onto the floor by his feet. His upper body was now on full display, the dark fur hugging his own firm musculature that could rival any research participant in these exercise books.

Dewey gulped again, giving the black wolf a quick once over before darting for another book. If his heart thumped any harder, it would probably burst from his chest and end up knocking all the books off their shelves.

Dewey pushed ahead: "Oh, and this is a good book, too."

Mel touched Dewey's paw just as he was about to slip the book from its spot, then Mel gently pushed the book back in. He kept his paw on top of Dewey's, which was perhaps big enough to crush a small watermelon. Their fingers interlocked. Then Mel pulled the paw towards himself, surprisingly without resistance, only hesitance as the white wolf watched wordlessly. Dewey found himself landing on the firm mounds of Mel's abdomen, the black wolf still guiding him, making him rub circles around the periumbilical region. The messenger bag fell to the ground, scattering books and pencils and highlighters... but it was like Dewey didn't even notice, not bothering to tear free to pick them up.

"You like the feel of that?" Mel cooed, and Dewey almost didn't realize how his paw kept moving in circles, even after the black wolf had released himself. Dewey's eyes fell shut, as if not looking made whatever was happening right now not real. He simply stood there enjoying the feel of sleek fur and hard muscle. He stood there as if this was nothing but a daydream. "I can see why you wear such loose-fitting pants."

"Huh?" Dewey said dumbly, his eyes fluttering open. Snatching back his paw, he glanced south where Mel's hungry eyes were staring. Looked like a long tube had inflated down a pantleg, and it quickly started forcing itself against the fabric of his pants. Warmth burst through Dewey's entire body when he realized he was popping an erection--in the campus library, no less! But when he glanced at the wolf's gym shorts, realization said he wasn't alone. Mel had pitched his own tent, which only pulsed larger and larger with every heartbeat.

"You like?" Mel whispered seductively, a paw guiding Dewey's hesitant one to his bulge. He grinned when he discovered that Dewey needed no further encouragement--his paw working over Mel's stirring mound, testing the length of it, the heft of it, the excitement brewing in his shorts. Mel's paw stroked the growing length down Dewey's pantleg. The nerd was big. Very big. And very, very hard. "Damn, nerd-boy. You're certainly packing down there, too. I wonder which of us is bigger. Want to find out?"

Dewey simply nodded as no words would come--they were stuck in his throat like an unchewed dog bone. God, he remembered the first time he had to lead a discussion in front of class, eyes staring back at him, waiting for him to sound smart. How he croaked through the first words. But it was all too much at once back then. This time he was alone in the aisle with a wolf who was offering something he knew he couldn't refuse. Dewey opened his mouth to finally reply--

"Gotta work for it first, then," Mel interrupted--and that's when he pulled the big, white wolf in close so that their crotches touched. Without skipping a beat, the black wolf rocked his hips until their pocket protrusions prodded against the other. And Dewey couldn't help but feel himself rocking back, the friction between them sending thrills of pleasure throughout his body. Mel pulled Dewey in tighter, grabbing the white wolf by the ass, copping a good feel. His other paw wound around the wolf's head, and he pulled him in for a kiss as they continued to gyrate their hips against each other, as their bulges continued to grow larger and harder.

Rough tongues collided, offering the taste of saliva, the feel of smooth teeth, the hotness of breath as delicate moans lilted away. Both wolves bucked harder, lust and need taking hold.... Dewey had to release from their kissing, had to peek at how both sheathed swords clashed against the other like students from the fencing class he once took just to experience how their bodies moved. Couldn't help how good another hard, male body felt against his. Never did it occur to him that he'd get to relish something like this. Not once in a million years...

"I... I wanna see yours," Dewey finally muttered.

Mel grinned. "What was that? Couldn't quite hear you."

Dewey's ears swiveled. In the other row, a couple murmuring students were plodding through history books on civil wars and revolutions, famous battles that led to the world they now knew. And yet, at this moment, Dewey fought against the urge to moan as Mel continued to thrust against him. Wetness grew where the tip of Mel's dick pressed against his shorts--precum, Dewey realized, from the excitement of their foreplay. And down one pantleg, Dewey's own splotch of wetness widened.

Mel lifted his maw to an ear. "I still can't hear you, Dewster."

"Show me that fat cock of yours," he said through gritted teeth. Even though Dewey knew there were others close by, his own history had never earned him a moment like this... with another hot guy, muscular and fit and bulgy as hell. Years of burying himself in books and nerd-dicing with a pack of straight friends forged a sexual solitude, where gratification only came by way of lone nights with a tissue box and the internet. How could he throw away this moment? "Let me see it... please."

"With a cherry on top?"

"As long as you promise to pop mine..."

Perhaps the two students in the next aisle overheard them. Perhaps they found what they were looking for. Either way, both skulked off... and there came that grin again. Mel appreciated the play on words, but he couldn't relent just yet. Cherry or no cherry.

"If you want to see a little more of me, then I gotta see a little more of you...."

After untucking Dewey's dress shirt, Mel's paws flew to the first button. Undid that one... then the next... then the next until he could see a hint of white-furred abs. Undoing a few more revealed a full collection of abdominal muscles... then the bottom of his chest and two pert nipples. All the while, anticipation made their dicks throb and ache and ooze with more pre-seminal fluid. By the time Mel was done, one single button held the collar together around Dewey's neck, protected beneath the blue bowtie. The black wolf beheld the piece of muscular architecture before him.

"Damn. Nerd-boy here's got a rockin' bod, holy shit...." And both paws explored that exposed underside, and Mel slipped in close until he could smell the hint of musk, the scent of need under the antiperspirant. He lapped at fur, at a tempting nipple, earning a moan from both wolves. And he began rocking forward again, bulges bumping heads, exchanging dabs of sticky wetness, both cocks aching for more attention. "What are you waiting for, Dewster?"

Both sets of paws frantically worked to undo the pants of the other. Dewey fumbled with untying the drawstring, while Mel made quick work of the button and the fly, exposing a pair of boxers the same blue shade as Dewey's bowtie. Mel whipped Dewey out first, and he did everything to maintain his composure when the thick slab of wolf-meat bobbed freely in the air. He gently tugged out Dewey's furry sack, which bulged with two hefty nuts--just flopped over the open fly of his chinos still held up by both suspenders. The head of the wolf's cock swelled thickly--the type of dick head that made your jaw hurt afterward from the work of wrapping your mouth around it. Drooling from a pronounced piss slit was a strand of precum glistening under the library's fierce lights.

Before Mel could continue to admire the incredibly large cock before him, Dewey had finally undone the drawstring and worked loose its hold around Mel's waist. Tugging those shorts down until that cock broke free, the shorts drooped to Mel's ankles on their own. And there it was... the prize Dewey had been lusting for. The wolf's uncut cock rose powerfully, a pair of big, palm-filling balls encased in black fur hanging loosely just beneath. The wolf was certainly thick. Incredibly long too... and when Dewey's paw wrapped around it, the hardness forged from his need sent a thrill through both wolves.

Two big dicks ached to get off.

Male curiosity ensured one thing first: they aligned their cocks side by side for comparison.

"Shit, Dewster... you look a hair thicker than mine. Is this why you wear larger pants?"

Dewey nodded sheepishly. "And you're approximately a half-inch longer yourself."

"Seems like we have ourselves a stalemate here," Mel teased.

"More like a win-win, in my opinion." And for the first time, Dewey gave a sparkling grin despite the nervousness he felt from doing this in the library. For doing this at all!

Both wolves began to stroke the other off, slowly at first, feeling how the skin moved over the hardness it contained. More pre-fluid made slick work of each other, and it wasn't long before each wolf was tugging the other's meat frantically, passionately. The pleasure of feeling someone else's paw drew quiet moans and shallow breaths from each other. Dewey would give little whimpers while Mel remained mostly stoic, although a deep grunt would occasionally leap from his maw when Dewey would rub the head of his cock just right.

Bracing each other, both could only gaze on as the other worked, tugging gently, squeezing the base of the opposite cock, watching how the other wolf would twitch and harden even more, matching each panting groan. Playful envy over Mel's foreskin made Dewey experiment with it--watching it move over the fat glans, how it made the head bulge when he pulled it back. Likewise, Mel loved Dewey's cut cock and teasing the exposed tip, making the wolf yip and mewl with pleasure. However, it was only a matter of time before the teasing and pleasure would become too much, and they pressed their muzzles against each other, panting harder and harder, their paws working faster until Dewey whined under his breath, "I'm gonna...."

Pulling their cocks together as they edged closer, they worked over the sensitive glans, then stifled a growl into each other's shoulders. Almost every muscle tensed. Dewey nearly yanked Mel in by his chain necklace and smashed a kiss into his accepting maw. Warmth gushed between them, twin ropes of hot, white seed splattering each wolf, soaking into their fur. Musk filled their noses, invading their side of the aisle with sex smells. Dewey growled as he peeked, needing to see their orgasms in action, and watched as both large dicks sent another long spurt of cum onto the other's chest, then another onto their abs. More onto both throbbing cocks. The last few spasms oozed more thick, white spunk onto their paws, strokes now slowing to a crawl.

Mel, whose eyes had been sealed shut as his bushy tail thumped against the shelves, let out the breath he'd been holding, gasping for air. Both weak-kneed wolves stood there heaving, soaking in the moment. Mel finally grinned, looking over his work--the cum now seeping into Dewey's fur: white on white.

"Fuck, that felt amazing," he said, eyes full of disbelief.

Mel's dark fur also suffered extreme casualties. Dewey burned with embarrassment. "I've never cum this hard before. Look at this mess," he said, unsure of what to do with himself. Then his voice softened, considering their location. "I can't believe we did this in the library...."

"And I can't believe I just played with a nerd's baseball bat. Wait... you're not a sports guy, are you? Shit, I'm out of metaphors."

"I'm more of D&D guy, myself," Dewey said with a breathy chuckle as he quickly dug through his messenger bag for a few tissues to help clean up, tossing a few at Mel. "Got a session this Friday, as you may have heard since you were apparently checking me out the whole time. Oh, I made a new human character, too! The group hates it."

"Human?" Mel's ears perked up as he wiped up and tossed the tissues in a nearby trashcan. "Hardly anyone plays that race. Lemme guess--barbarian. All them huge muscles?"

"You've known me for, what, five minutes and I'm already that obvious?"

Mel grinned, pulling up his shorts and slugging his hoodie over a shoulder. "How about after your little tutor session with that fox chick, you and I get together and have some D&D fun ourselves?"

"Guess that depends on what you mean," Dewey said as he stuffed himself back in his chinos. "Were you wanting to hop in on the current session with my friends?"

Mel wiggled his softening cock within his shorts. "I was thinking about something a little more intimate. Your D and my D."

"That's what I was hoping for." Dewey began buttoning his shirt, grinning. "Seems like we each rolled a nat 20 today."

"All right, all right," Mel said, chuckling warmly. "Enough with the nerd dice puns."

Both wolves got themselves presentable enough, although Dewey looked relatively disheveled. A student drifting into their aisle forced the wolves to turn tail. To Dewey's surprise, Mel snatched the first book he had suggested as they bolted, later explaining how he wasn't lying about needing the book for class. Down the stairs they went, past the second floor where they had met, then to the first floor for the circulation desk to check the book out.

As Dewey waited for Mel, who was getting weird looks from the librarians for not covering up his sexy torso, he knew he probably wouldn't be getting much studying done anytime soon. Although, considering his degree program, he'd likely be getting plenty of _intimate_studying done now.

"So," Mel began as he rejoined Dewey with the checked-out book slung under an arm, "what time do I show up tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?"

"For our workout? First thing in the morning at the gym, right?"

Knowing grins were exchanged. The black wolf even offered to carry Dewey's messenger bag, and both ambled from the library into the rest of the day, sunlight bursting from the opening clouds.