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Delta Academy, an all-male school for all sorts of students, it had a plethora of majors that it offered. Nerds, jocks, and any other cliques could be found there, save for not having women it was a rather average college. There was one rule though that annoyed many, if you attended the college you were required to stay in campus dorms, thankfully the college didn't fine the students for their dorms.

Whenever asked, the headmaster explained to the concerned parents and students that it was to make sure that the students received constant supervision throughout their schooling. He stood by the decision one hundred percent, never deviating from his choice, and he had an idea to keep all siblings in school closer by putting them together. In his mind it was perfect, for the siblings, not so much.

It was plain that it didn't work very well whenever brothers would get in shouting matches and their neighbors could hear them through the walls, with Neal and his brother Carl this was especially true. Neal was a nerd through and through, the younger brother he was immensely scrawny, while Neal was the football team's quarterback, a hulk in every way. The brothers were in constant grudge matches, neighbors often having to scream for ten minutes at them to get the pair to stop.

Neal and Carl were a force of nature in themselves, one minute the room would be spotless the floor nice and clean, the next it would be world war three. This was the case on their one hundredth and forty-sixth argument (the neighbors kept count), "What do you mean you threw away my homework?!" Neal screamed at his larger brother.

Carl screamed back, his voice a bass against his brother's tenor. "I threw it away on accident, okay?! I was throwing away that crap on the counter, and you must've left your homework on it! It's not like you can't do it again!" The football player's dirty brown hair slightly obscuring his eyes as he shouted, the neighbors all moaned as they heard the two yelling.

Neal's face was as red as a tomato as he screamed right back, "No! No I can't do it again you idiot! I have to turn that paper in one hour, do you think it's that easy for me to do homework?! God damn it Carl!" He picked up a book and threw it across the room, knocking over one of Carl's awards on his bed stand.

"What the fuck Neal?!" Carl screamed, picking up his brother and shaking him by his shoulders. The pair screamed at each other for about ten minutes before there was slamming on their door.

"Carl, Neal! Shut the fuck up, it's fucking seven in the morning, I dunno about you but some people sleep in!" Someone screamed through the door, the pair huffed and puffed as they quieted down. "Thank you!" The voice screamed before huffing and walking away.

Carl turned away from his younger brother and stalked away, his shoulders risen high as if he were about to tackle something. He quickly picked up his award and setting it on his bed stand once more before he walked to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, Neal sighed and looked around the room to see if he could find his homework. After ten minutes of searching, he found the paper plastered to the floor by a greasy pizza slice left by Carl. "Damn it..." Neal hissed.

Walking to his desk, he quickly picked up his pen and started to copy down the words from his greasy copy to the clean one and barely finished copying before he dressed for class and ran out as his brother walked back into the room. Carl looked around, "Little bugger's fast..." He muttered before picking up his backpack and started for the door, "Oh... I didn't eat breakfast..." Carl said before looking back, he saw the greasy pizza slice lying on his bed. "Perfect." He said with a grin before snatching it and chomping it down as he ran out of the room, locking the door behind him.

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Carl sat back chewing on his pencil as his professor wrote down words on the board, he had given up a long time ago on trying to actually learn crap from college. Thankfully this teacher was his coach so he didn't ask the jock any questions, much to his peer's annoyance. The coach was reading off some dull notes, but Carl didn't care, all he could think about was that chick he had met at the coffeehouse the other day. What was her name... Melisa? Marissa? It didn't matter to him; he just knew he'd be getting some pussy tonight.

The coach was in the middle of reading a paragraph when someone peeked their head in, "Excuse me Coach Kane, I'm sorry for interrupting but the headmaster wants to see you." The coach looked annoyed.

"Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of a lesson here." It was obvious that the coach loved teaching as much as the other professors.

The messenger bowed his head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry sir, he said it was urgent."

Coach Kane sighed and rubbed his forehead as he dropped his chalk into its tray and set his book on his desk, "I'm sorry everyone, it looks like today's lesson will have to be cut short. Read pages three hundred and twenty through three hundred and fifty, there will be a test next time on it."

There was a moan from the class, but the coach didn't pay attention as he was out the door. People in class started to pack, Carl was the first out the door as he didn't have to pack anything, hell he didn't even bring a bag to class. Walking down the halls, Carl whistled cheerfully, he was going to the coffeehouse now. "Maybe Mary wants to have sex now..." He said with a lustful grin, walking down the hall he noticed something odd. There were people in animal suits, and not only that, but they were anatomically correct ones as well.

"What in the hell?" Carl asked, they were all walking around with enormous cocks and they were wielding them quite proudly as some of them were erect. "Fuck, is there a furfag convention going on?" Carl asked in disgust, taking a step away from the disgusting people. As he walked past them, he noticed that the suits looked to be made of Lycra and that only furthered his disgust.

The jock had heard brief rumors about the fags, there had been rumors floating around the locker rooms that there had been some costume animal freaks wandering about. Carl saw a few looking his way and he shuddered in disgust, "Fags." He said out loud so they could hear, but they didn't seem to take offense, in fact they seemed to enjoy the insult and winked at him. Carl got to the doors that led outside when he realized something, "Shit, I left my keys in my room..."

The jock sighed and turned before walking back towards his room, thankfully on the way back there were none of the faggots. He reached his room and used his college card to unlock his door, leaving it ajar he walked over to his dresser, glancing over the surface he hummed to himself as he looked around. The keys had to be somewhere... Carl then remembered he had left them in his other pants, he glanced around the floor and found the pants lying under a dirty shirt. "There we are." He bent over and picked up the pants before slipping his keys out, "Sweet!"

"Mmm, you do have a sweet ass." The sultry male voice made Carl jump in shock, he turned and found what appeared to be a muscular Lycra horse standing in front of him.

Carl grew angry, "What the fuck are you doing in here?! Get out of here; this is my room you fucking faggot! How did you get in here anyways?!" The horse chuckled, he gestured towards the ajar door.

"It wasn't that hard, you left the door wide open..." Carl then noticed that the horse's cock was massive, he blushed furiously and dragged his gaze back up. The fag's costume seemed to be multiple colors, it was made of green for the main color of the costume but his stomach and dick coloring were a purple color.

"Get out! Not everyone is into this lifestyle of yours, now fuck off!" Carl shouted, pointing to the door. But the horse only smiled, his body was ripped. The horse had a twelve pack which looked as if they could block a bullet, and his nipples were hard, even Carl could see that through the Lycra.

The horse actually neighed as he saw Carl looking him over, "Like what you see? Cause I know I do..." He looked over Carl's body, his hand starting to grasp his dick and started to pump his hand up and down. The smell of musk started to fill the air, making Carl feel odd.

Still not budging an inch, Carl pointed to the door. "G... get out! This is fucked up; I will call campus police right now!"

But the horse just chuckled, his hand continuing to move over his cock. "Feel free stud, I'll doubt you'll get very far though... I mean I am your lineman... I know all your weaknesses."

This shocked Carl into freezing, he looked at the horse as his mouth slowly dipped in shock. "N... Nate... Nate Anders?!" The horse smiled and nodded.

"Damn Carl, before a few days ago I never knew how much a man could turn me on... but now... Eurgh fuck..." He gasped in pleasure as he stroked his cock, pre started to leak out of it. Though it wasn't pre like Carl had seen from his own dick, this seemed to leak with a blue cream. "Carl... I ca.. I can't wait for you to experience this..." Nate's breathes were getting heavier as he came closer to cumming, his hips started to thrust.

Carl was getting scared, but it was so hard to move now. The air was full of the smell of lyrca and musk, it was so heavy that Carl was swaying. "N... Nate... you're not like this... you love women... your girlfriend from Idaho..."

Nate whinnied as his tongue started to loll out of the side of his mouth, "F... fuck her... god Carl, you have nooo idea how nice this feels..." His ears started to twitch rapidly, then the horse's body convulsed and Carl called out as a blue spray covered him from head to toe. Unlucky for the jock, his mouth had been open at that point; his mouth was filled by the jettison of cum.

Carl wanted to spit out the cum, but his mind was foggy, the smell was bogging up his brain. Instead of spitting, it lingered on his tongue for a few moments before he shallowly swallowed letting some in. After a moment of the spicy liquid passed down his throat, the jock swallowed the rest. Nate panted for a moment before he stepped towards Carl, who didn't recoil, and took his finger and ran it through his blue cum, he then unzipped the quarterback's pants and reached right in to grope Carl's cock.

Carl moaned as he felt the other male's muscular hand rub down his dick, the cum from the horse acted as a lubricant on his dick. "F... fuck... Nate..." He hissed, it shouldn't have felt so good, but it felt as if he was receiving the best hand job in his life and it was from another guy. The jock closed his eyes and tilted his head up, his breathes growing heavier as the other male worked his cock. But after a minute, Nate stopped and Carl groaned angrily. "Nate, why'd you stop?!"

When he looked back at Nate, the horse smiled lewdly as he pulled Carl's cock out. "Take a look for yourself, horn dog." Carl looked down and his jaw dropped, held in Nate's palm was a large blue cock, it was enormous compared to his normal dick size. "W... what's happening Nate?" He asked fearfully.

The horse smiled lewdly as he pulled Carl's shirt off, "Don't you worry Carl, you're becoming so much better now..." As Carl's shirt was pulled off, his abs were revealed and Nate brushed his hand down them. "Mmm... even when you're normal, you're damn sexy." Carl's cock twitched at the feeling of the horse, he was so well built...

Unbidden thoughts of the football team in the showers came to mind for Carl, he saw himself reaching out and patting his teammate's asses. "F... fuck..." He hissed, it was too damn good... Marina, that was her name, she slipped from Carl's mind, he didn't mind it was so much better with the hunk of meat in front of him.

Nate observed the blue lycra on Carl's cock spreading, his stomach becoming engulfed in the material. Carl's eight pack quickly shifted, his body was becoming even more muscular, however that was possible. The horse grabbed his pants and dropped them along with his underwear, but it didn't matter to the man anymore, in fact he relished in the fact that he had such a fine man observing his body. Nate's ass grew, changing from a slightly firmer ass to a bubbly one that any man would love to fuck as white lyrca spread over them.

As the lycra spread, Carl looked at Nate's cock with lust. "Damn man, you're well hung..." He dropped to his knees, not realizing what was happening. It was hard for him to resist, the horse's balls smelled so manly... Carl's nipples grew hard as a white lycra spread over them, emphasizing them against his blue skin. Nate's dick was already getting hard again, and Carl couldn't resist the temptation of the large horse cock. He wrapped his mouth around the dick and nearly choked as he impaled his mouth of the phallus, but after a moment he started to suck his head slowly bobbing up and down on the dick.

Carl's arms buffed out as the lycra spread, his hands becoming covered in white lycra as his fingers grew claws. The man held no more fantasies of women, the curves and wet lips of women no longer holding any appeal, men were all Carl could think about now. As he wrapped his mouth around the cock, his face pushed out into a muzzle as the lycra started on his face. From above his ass, a fox tail grew, the tip of it white while the rest a dark shade of blue. His head become that of a very handsome vulpine.

Nate grinded against his fellow lycra animal's face, it was fantastic that Carl was taking to it so well. Carl's tongue slid up and down the horse's cock all the while sucking for the precious cum, the changing human's hair disappeared in place of the blue fur as his ears sprouted on top of his head, the inside of them white while the outside were blue. Carl wrapped his hand around his cock and started to jerk off, the whole while a single thought in his head. "I can't wait for Neal to get home..." The fox moaned in ecstasy as yellow cum started to drizzle from his cock.

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Coach Lewis knocked on the headmaster's door, he was fuming as he heard the headmaster call him in. "What in the hell was that Headmaster?! You call me out in the middle of my class, and you expect me to be happy?!"

The headmaster's voice rang across the room, "Dan, take a seat." A seat was in front of the headmaster's desk, but the Coach couldn't see the headmaster as his chair was turned.

"What is this all about headmaster?! Tell me now!"

But once more, the headmaster's calm voice rang out. "Take a seat Dan." The coach opened his mouth against but this time the headmaster's voice was a lot more forceful and he couldn't resist, "Take a seat Dan..."

Dan Lewis's legs carried him right to the seat and he sat down, though the chair felt really odd. "Headmaster, what's going on here?"

As the headmaster turned Lewis's eyes bulged, "What's going on? Quite simple, a change in the way this Academy works. And the staff need to change very quickly."

Coach Lewis tried to scream but it was cut as his chair wrapped itself around him, lycra quickly enveloping him. The headmaster chuckled as he spoke to another person in the room, "Bring him to where Coach Kane is, he needs a little time to change. And once you're done with that, go get Professor Kitamura."

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Neal's head was bent low as he wrote all of Professor Kitamura's notes down, it was sometimes hard to keep up with the professor's slides. He was so excited by his subject that even his most brilliant of students had to ask him to repeat slides, his class was a three hour period as it was an advance subject. "Did you all get that?" The man asked, finally taking a breath.

All of the students finished writing the last of the notes a full two minutes after he had finished talking, the professor glanced at the clock. "Only two minutes, you're getting faster." He grinned at them as a messenger poked his head in, "Professor Kitamura, the headmaster needs you."

The professor grimaced as he looked at the clock, he had ten minutes before the end of his class. Kitamura was known to go into new lectures, even after he had finished up his main lesson for the day, often extending the class another hour or two. "Can't it wait?" He asked the messenger, who shook his head.

"No sir, the headmaster said it was urgent." Kitamura sighed.

"Alright, your homework is up on the board. It's due next friday, don't forget!" He then walked out whistling cheerfully. The class moaned, all save a few hadn't yet finished up this weeks homework. Thankfully Neal had, and he put it on the professor's desk cheerfully. Slipping out of the room, he turned towards the dorm.

He was the epitome of a nerd, he was already thinking of playing games right after finishing his homework. As much flack as Neal got from his brother, he didn't care. All he cared about was being the best at the college, and he was well on his way with the headmaster himself talking to him about thoughts of graduate's school. Neal noticed a few odd people walking down the hall, they appeared to be jocks in lycra suits. "I know they love lycra, but full body suits?" Neal asked, and then a grin spread across his face. "If Carl is wearing one, I'm gonna laugh my ass off..."

Noticing the door to their room was ajar, Neal rolled his eyes. "If I've told him once, I've told him a thousand times. Close the damn door..." Slipping into the room, Neal shut the door and shrugged his backpack off. He glanced around the room, other than an odd smell in the air it seemed the same as he had left it. Neal grimaced, "Carl must've masturbated in here again..." He had a strict code, as long as they stayed in the same room his older brother wouldn't be allowed to masturbate.

Neal yawned and hopped onto his bed, and shouted out as something prodded into his back. "Son of a..." He pulled out what he had landed on, it was a bright yellow dildo. Neal looked at it blankly for a minute, "I'm gonna kill him." Neal said simply, he set the dildo down on his bed stand and laid back looking at the roof and nodded. "Yup, gonna kill him."

Neal yawned and stretched, "How am I going to kill him..." As calm as he appeared, it was only sheer self control that kept him from screaming and breaking things. Neal picked up a book and started to read, "Maybe push him over the edge? Nah... too much cleanup..."

Neal had been taunted by his brother many times when they were younger that the nerd was gay, it had been an unending torture for Neal. He had assumed that when Carl had quit using the fag jokes, he assumed that his brother had finally gotten over them. But the dildo was the final nail in the coffin, "Ooo... maybe nails on his bed..." Neal murmured as he turned the page.

The air was still saturated with the smell of masturbation and something else... Neal sniffed loudly, "God damn it bro, what the fuck were you doing?" He gave it a moments thought, "I swear to god, if I see a pair of panties on the floor again..." He hissed, Neal hopped up and looked around the floor of the room. There were no panties though, instead there was an odd colored liquid staining the floor, which in Neal's eyes was just as bad. "God damn it Carl! I told you not to stain the fucking floor!" He hissed, he ran to the bathroom and pulled off some rolls of tissue paper, as he did so the smell only got more powerful and waned when he ran out. But that didn't click with him as he was in too much of a hurry to really care, he quickly dropped onto his knees and started to wipe up the yellow stain on the carpet.

Some of the yellow stuff got onto Neal's hands, but he didn't really mind, he just wanted it off of his carpet. After a good minute of scrubbing, he had gotten rid of the yellow liquid. "Much better..." Neal muttered, walking into the bathroom to drop the paper into the toilet to flush it down. Damn he was horny... Neal blinked as he realized, he had always been very careful to not to get aroused.

Having fallen in love with many girls at high school and having his heart broken just as many times, Neal had been happy to know that there were no girls at his college. Whenever he needed to masturbate, he would go to the bathrooms and carefully do so that no one saw him. He hated the idea of his brother mocking him for it, so he had forbidden his brother to do so as an excuse so Carl didn't get suspicious.

But right now, Neal was fucking horny as hell. His cock was pressed against his pants hard, "Damn it..." He hissed, he beat at the erection but it wouldn't go away, and the odor in the air wasn't helping. Neal quickly rushed to the window and attempted to open them, but found that they wouldn't open. "Urch, not again... I guess I'm gonna have to call the maintenance guy again..." He murmured, hopping back onto his bed Neal started to read again.

Mmm... maybe he shoulda asked one of those guys if they wanted to have some sex... Neal jumped up in shock, he had never thought like that before. "Fuck... I'm out of here, this shit is messing with my head..." Neal hopped up and slipped out the door, but as he walked down the hall he saw a wall of those lycra dressed guys and they were thankfully looking away then so Neal had just enough time to hop back in. "Shit..." He hissed, Neal didn't want to go outside as it was seething hot out there.

Neal thought about leaving the door open, but one of the lycra guys might slip in... Neal sighed as he shut the door, "It won't be too bad..." He rationalized, the student flicked on the fan in hopes that it might clear away the smell. It did the trick, the smell dissipated and the horrible fog in Neal's mind cleared. Sighing happily, Neal slumped back onto the bed and started reading again, as he did so he smelled something... He glanced over and realized with shock that the dildo from earlier was covered in a coating of what looked to be lube, "What in the hell?!"

Neal jumped up and screamed, "Carl, I know you're in here! Get your fucking ass out here right now!" But there was no sound, well except for the sound of the fan shortcircutting. Neal went rigid as he looked up to see the fan had stopped, "Yup... my life sucks..."

Trying to fix the fixture, Neal attempted to flick the switch a few times in hopes that it might turn on, but it was no use the fan was dead. "List of shit that could go wrong... everything..." Neal hissed, as he walked back to his bed he decided to take a nap and wake up later to call the maitenence man. As he laid on his bed, his hand twitched slightly as it was coated in yellow lycra. Neal murmured as he fell into a light sleep, his dreams were normal at first.

He was in a college class, and they announced that he had won a grand scholarship to a graduate's school that would allow him to follow his path of becoming a professor himself. As Neal walked up though, the world changed and he was suddenly in a locker room. He glanced around, "What am I doing here?" He asked to no one in particular.

There was the sound of groaning from the direction of the showers, "Hello?" He called out, but there was no answer. Wandering in, he looked around nervously. He then noticed a pair of shadows behind one of the shower curtains, "Is someone there?" Neal asked nervously, he reached out and pulled it aside.

He found himself looking at a muscular latex covered leopard kissing a similarly covered lion, the pair were grinding against one another with their rock hard cocks. Neal's mouth opened and closed, it was wrong. "Y... you two shouldn't be doing this..." Then they looked at him in unison and smiled, "You're right, you should be in here with us." They said in unison, Neal was grabbed by the wrists and was dragged in with them.

Neal turned in his bed, "N... no..." He muttered, from the bathroom a pair slipped out and walked to the opposite sides of him. His clothes were slipped off as the yellow lycra spread up his bulging arm, claws and pawpads already having formed on his hand.

The Lion and Leopard kissed him and pulled him in close, Neal weakly tried to push himself away. "P... please... let me go, I don't like this..." But the lion and leopard only giggled, they nuzzled and grinded against him. Neal's clothes suddenly were pulled off of their own accord and he was equally naked as the felines, he tried to pull away but his cock started to get hard.

Carl cooed as he watched his brother's cock start to get hard, "Look Nate, it's happening!"

Nate watched as the leopard turned to face the shower head and turned a nozzle, instead of pouring out water yellow liquid similar to the liquid in the carpet started to pour on them all. Nate moaned, the liquid felt oddly cold but... nice...

The lycra quickly traveled up the younger brother's arm, his nipples became hard as black circles spread over them. Neal's hands grabbed at the sheet hard, his new claws ripping through the sheets. Carl hissed in excitement and reached for the didlo, but Nate held up his hand as he continued to smile as the handsome student. "Wait a little bit longer..."

"S... shit..." Neal muttered, the kisses that the felines were giving him were so... nice. He loved the feeling of the strong muzzle pressing against his lips, their hard bodies and cocks pressing against him.... What was he resisting for again? As his flat stomach bulged out into glorious muscles, his face pushed out into a very muscular muzzle.

Soon he quit resisting, Neal couldn't get enough of the kisses. He pushed back, his canine muzzle pressing hard against their feline. His cock had grown to fantastic size, it was nearly beer can size as it throbbed in time with his heart beat. Soon the lion and leopard pushed him down, as his tail grew out Neal immediately lifted it to reveal his awaiting pucker.

Nate grinned, "Flip him Carl, it's time..." The fox flipped his brother open to reveal a bubbly ass, and above it a german shepherd's tail. And awaiting them was a puckered ass, Carl picked up the dildo a prepped it over his younger brother's ass. Dripping off of it was a fresh batch of both Nate and Carl's cum, there was a moment's pause before Nate signaled and Carl plunged it in.

Neal howled in pleasure and pain as the Lion's cock pierced deep, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he started to grind against it. He had never felt so good, his newly formed ears flopped back and forth as he moaned and groaned. The muscular dog was changed for good, he didn't desire any need to change back.

As he came out a pool of black cum, Neal's eyes flicked open in real life and he moaned as his brother dragged the dildo out of his ass. He turned over and smiled at the two hunks standing over him and rubbed his dripped cock back to full arousal, "So... which of you two is first?"