Menagerie a Trois
Characters copyrighted to Vince Suzukawa.
Richter Hall. A name that could nary be more fitting with a place linked to disaster, in local terms that is. Known for a particularly close gang of college students who have somehow always been connected to various mishaps with each other or around the campus, it is a place many avoid and is only visited by friends, parents, and the unfortunate deliverymen who are hazed by their superiors. But it's bad enough that outsiders have to deal with its existence. Those who live next to each other within the hall have it far worse in social terms.
It was around autumn, the Californian heat starting to cool down as the authenticity of the season began to settle in better than the wrinkles of the latest celebrity. Among the leaves of the campus trees was one shadowy figure, black ears drooping with malice. Ryan Spottiswoode.
Ryan was one of those who had been affected more deeply than others thanks to Richter Hall. A particular student there known for being so incredibly anal and addicted to studying to the point that a committee would have to be formed solely for him, had pretty much ruined his life when partnered with him at a younger age. While he did ace the one subject they were in, he failed two others and his life did not go well from there. Understandably he blamed this student and as such was even ready to have him take the blame for a lab explosion he planned.
Sadly things did not work out too well, but on the upside he didn't get expelled thanks to lack of evidence. This did not quell the fires of vengeance within him by any measure, and he even teamed up with another student of a rival school who also had the same intentions against Richter Hall, transferring to the rival college even for more ways of revenge to be utilised. However that student was now on a family vacation, rich as he was and able to take a week off earlier than others. No matter, thought Ryan, I still have a few cards to deal.
Since he was a master of chemistry, naturally his plans would involve chemicals to a non-harmful extent. Unfortunately his nemesis was also a master and beyond so deception was key, and since all at Richter Hall knew who he was, he couldn't disguise himself even. Another plan had to be made. Something that while would not be harmful for the last time he tried something dangerous, a serious amount of trouble was almost fully planted upon him, but rather something humiliating. He thought upon a range of things. Perhaps something to cause incontinence? Pissing all the time in a whole day or class would really bring Tony and Mikey to the bottom of the social ladder....but then he realised Mikey was very resourceful with his body and probably knew enough medicines that could prevent it such as duloxetine or tolterodine.
Maybe a stink bomb? No that's too childish and simple, easily combatted by any chemistry majors, especially Mikey.
"Think Ryan, THINK! What can Mikey NOT cope with chemically?" He thought through all the body ideas, focusing around the more private areas.......and then it hit him. And that was when his cruel smile came forth.
"Tony, you're 3.8 seconds late." Mikey's critical comment to his study buddy was replied with a stuttering snort, as the large bull walked in to sit down with his books beside the young roo's set, carefully so as he knew his friend's obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
"Sorry Mikey, I uhh...was saying hi to Cindy."
"Well you have plenty of time for social skills later, but right now we HAVE to work on this Chemistry test." Another groan from Tony, which sounded more audible and irritated.
"Come ooooon Mikey you know how bad I am with chemistry!"
"I know, which is why I'm helping you here so-"
"So you can still keep up your GPA because I'm your study buddy?"
"Well...when you put it that way that sounds a little mean."
"Just telling it like it is. Alright let's get down on this." And then began their chemical workout, lines upon lines of formulaic equations involving many things ending with -yde, -ide or -dine. For Tony this was a lot, and his horned head turned rather profuse in sweating, with Mikey only able to offer simplified explanations, which to him meant one or two less words in the sentence. Not much but it helped a little. Now and again one of their other dorm mates came in for asking about something, all to be turned away by Mikey's bluntness for the sake of scientific endeavour.
In this time, one of their friends, Brad the Texan jayhawk resplendent in burly red feathery arms, cap and flannel shirt with all the stereotypical look of a redneck but with the wit to completely backhand you out of the window, came in with his textbooks for his Law major.
"Uhhh Brad," began Mikey with his oft-repeated-as-of-today sentence, "...I hope you don't mind but me and Tony are kinda doing work here."
"So am I, the girls are discussing something, Scott and Biff are doing push-ups and I can't stand them huffing and puffing away like two guys fucking, and...well Kevin's doing tech stuff in another so I'd really like to work without explosions popping all around me."
"Well," replied Tony, deciding to be ambassador here before Mikey's bluntness brought the wrath of the jayhawk upon them, "....okay, you're just studying like us, that's fine if you don't mind me asking Mikey what this and that does."
"Believe me, I've channelled most of what he says out." A smirk from the two of them and a frown from the roo as he knuckled the bull's head back down into the books.
While all this was happening, a visitor was arriving to Richter Hall, casually so as one of the college students, with a few work notes he had saved from past years to boot for the look. In his bag however was a most devious weapon, and one that was sure to mess with Mikey and his bullheaded friend, if not at least with each other. It was something he had heard about in a chemical report, a weapon by the army as an effective measure for halting large groups of enemies, and distracting all but the most unemotional with the latest in chemical warfare. Non-lethal but mentally damaging. Perfect.
Managing to sneak his way through the layout of Richter Hall which he knew well from his time there. He also knew from his past plan the layout of the dorms of his nemesis. All he needed was to plant this chemical in the one room only, in a way that would make sure it would not flow into other rooms and mess his plan up with too many getting involved accidentally. He had another plan for this as well with some good caulk he got from a student at a construction site.. Another thing he had to do was avoid the dorm inhabitants who all knew him and were all friends of Mikey and Tony who undoubtedly related the whole tale to them.
Getting everyone out in order to plant the trap was easy. Making sure to trap Mikey and Tony in the room was the problem he had to face. Sneaking upstairs and avoiding everyone, he saw the floor they lived on, remembering Mikey's room to be 305. And luckily a fire alarm was near the stairs for him to grab at and hide away.
"Operation Love Thy Enemy begins," mumured the dalmatian conspiratorially before he pulled the alarm, the resounding ringing of what sounded like a tinny recording of a peacock being strangled signalling everyone to exit the building, with panic ensuing shortly for Ryan to be lost in as a female voice rang through the floor.
"All students please evacuate the building to the forecourt. This is not a practice drill, everyone vacate the building NOW in as orderly a fashion as possible."
"But my Quintium!"
"Your personal belongings may be replaced. Your life can not."
And so the dorm inhabitants fled the building from the imaginary fire, all under the eye of the prankster who hid in a closet waiting for everyone to leave. When he heard the footsteps disappear entirely from the dorm to only leave room for the horrible ringing in the air, he ran to Room 305 and searched for a suitable hiding place for his weapon. The vents would be obvious as well as dangerous to infect others through them, so he found a bookcase and jammed the container underneath it.
It was a basic test tube with a glass stopper with a tiny little charge wired to it so it would explode at any time he input into its minuscule calculator face. He put it in for 20 minutes from now and planted it, soon placing another item to plant in the room, a tiny webcam with microphone attached, placed behind the curtain. He brought out a small PDA and made the connection to the camera, making sure it had a full view of the room while looking invisible. He swivelled the sight around with a stylus and it was working perfect. His fellow plotter against Richter Hall made it for him before leaving for vacation, should video evidence ever be needed and it worked with enough wireless range to be on even the opposite side of the campus.
He soon left the room but not before he brought out the caulk to seal all along the door, seamlessly so. He had asked his construction working friend of being able to make a door seal if caulk was put all along the edges and then closed, to which it sealed itself automatically. Now everything was in place. Ryan looked back at his plan ready to go and then realised the window was there! Idiot! They could just get out there! So he went to the window and sealed it fully himself, shutting it and seeing through the glass of the students in the forecourt. Making sure the window was unable to be opened, and the panes were too small to climb out of, he left the room. NOW everything was in place. Making sure of no other ways to get out, he hurried out of the fire exit sneaking away into the nearby woods.
10 minutes later, the fire alarm was turned off and found to be false.
"Okay, whoever thought it funny to abuse the use of the fire alarm will have their tail hung up on my wall soon. Of THAT I am certain." The same authoritative voice that evacuated the building now ordered them back in, belonging to a shrill mouse with a clipboard held like a weapon ready to slap someone's cheeks off.
"Well at least my Quintium's not melted" said a cat in a leather jacket as he rushed back up into his room to continue working on his computer that was thankfully still there. Brad, Tony and Mikey returned to their dorm and closed the door, without knowing of the caulk lining that would soon quickly seal the room. It was only about 5 minutes later that RYan's plan went into effect, nestled as he was outside of Richter Hall in the bushes with his PDA watching the two study.....but seeing another student come in irritated him.
"Dammit! Someone else with them!....well...if they want a threesome, then who's complaining? They won't be soon..." And then the bomb went off, a tiny KHUFF that had the three standing up panicking.
"What the-"
"Shit was that a-"
"I said NO distractions!" Soon the door handle was being twisted around for others trying to open it to no avail, with banging soon following.
"Guys you okay? I heard a bang like a firecracker in there."
"Yeah, come in we didn't lock the door, we're fine."
"Uhhh....you sure you didn't lock it, I can't open it."
"What??" And that was when the scent hit three pairs of nostrils within the room. A scent that every animal knew by the sheer instinct of one of the most primal needs of living creatures. The smell...of arousal.
The strange yet all too familiar scent permeated through each of their nostrils, making them at first cringe and then look at each other in mental panic at what it was, as well as the fact a bomb had gone off in the dorm and they were locked in with the stench of male musk.
Brad and Tony worked together to ram the door down but it wouldn't give in being sealed completely with caulk and wondering why it was shut tight when it wasn't even locked, as Mikey retreated into the corner frightened of not only having his schedule delayed immensely so, but also of the stirring long-suppressed feelings within him. As the pheromones began their cloying hold upon him, he looked at both Tony and Brad, two handsome muscular males, one gentle and submissive, the other arrogant and dominant. For so long he had been trapped in the closet he could practically find mentally scarring subscriptions from parents, and here he was, forced to have these feelings for and with two certainly straight males trapped in the dorm with him.
"It won't open guys!" yelled Tony in more panicky tones. "I got the key right here and it ain't locked! There's a weird smell in here, like a kinda gas!"
"Must be sealed or something guys, we dunno what to do!" A clear English voice, that of Cindy the other Chemistry expert on the floor asked curiously:
"What kind of gas does it smell like?"
"Um....it's.....really musky....like horny musky."
"What??? What kind of gas would that be?!?"
"Have you tried ramming it?"
"Don't say that Kevin, yer making it worse, and you mean you DIDN'T see the door pushing towards you cuz of me and Tony? Goddammit!" squawked Brad as his testosterone only increased his rage as well as arousal, "Now what???"
"Ah-ah-ah-ah dunno!" Tony was incredibly nervous of it all, being as unconfident as he always was as his mutters turned more and more towards what the pheromones intended. "We....we got no choice trapped in here until they get the door down...and it's not like gonna kill us at least...."
"But who'd do this? This is a sick prank, seriously, this is worse shit than what Forrest University do to us in those stupid rivalry games....you think it's them???"
"I got no idea....guess all we can do is...uhhh....ride it out?"
"Whatcha mean.....ohhhh no you don't! I'm not gonna be made into some...some...you know! I wanna girl, I'll find one in my own time, not substitute it for...him!" He pointed over at Mikey, who was rather lean and of a sweet face. In a certain light and after a minute of the potent sex gas, they began to see him as having more and more girlish a figure, and it was about 5 minutes after exposure to the "love bomb" that they finally gave in, sitting close to Mikey and rubbing at his arms. The roo, having nothing to focus on, stared up at both of them nervously.
"Are we.....gonna...." His bluntness had always been something of a turn-off in conversation, but here it only served as a springboard for the jayhawk and bull to start stroking at his arms, the roo shaking not from fear but from general anxiety of what would happen, when this would be over to go back to his schedules and take solace in an organised world free from distractions. Here, it was ALL distraction.
"Yanno Mikey," began Tony, "I kinda never realised but....you're kinda cute...why don't you ever let those girls throw themselves on you?"
"I''m...." A blushing face and turning his gaze from both of them made Brad realise.
"Ohhh....and here was me thinking it was Tony...."
"Hey, why me???"
"I dunno, big guy like you always such a softy...don't matter now..." The arms wrapped around Mikey as Brad's natural dominance began to develop over his fellow students, clasping the roo close to his flannel shirt and rubbing the slender neck. Tony, being a more romantic person than the jayhawk, began to kiss Mikey softly, along the neck as well as Brad's stroking hand which made the bird chuckle and making him rub the bull's soft snout in turn. When Tony kissed Mikey's lips, the roo smooched back feeling he could do little else and knowing these pheromones were winning. He was trying hard to focus but his mind turned evermore sluggish in forced lust as Brad soon joined in the kissing, his hard beak warmly nuzzling his cheek. A further incentive came when Brad groped the roo's crotch and made Mikey gasp.
"Whas wrong? You scared, Mikey?"
"I-i-i-i wanna focus...on why this is happening..."
"Well...lemme think...there's no evidence far as I can see, so we have to inspect the victims...right?" A smooch to the lips made Mikey nod bashfully, Brad's logic while having less academical motives was quite understandable. Mikey began to take his hoodie off, showing a lean vest which Tony then took off to reveal the slender twinky body of a runner.
"Nice bod on ya, Mikey," began Tony as his calm-looking eyes gazed over his friend's form and he bent down to smooch the chest, Brad joining in as their hands rubbed opposite sides, the roo gasping with a shuddering warm feeling through his body as arousal surged in him. It was something he never wanted to release, he needed to work, it filled him, made him feel purposeful. But now with this...he kept resisting and the two larger older males knew it, so Tony gripped Mikey's head to his and gave him a slow deep kiss. His flat cow tongue felt so warm and wet in the roo's snout, almost fully filling it and as much as Mikey weakly protested, it felt good. It was starting to feel...relaxing even, his brain was being allowed to take a backseat and rest for now much to his confusion but the warmth was so pleasing, he couldn't resist and he soon finally submitted, holding the bull's cheeks close to return the kiss with gusto, moans emanating from the two while Brad continued to rub, kiss and nuzzle the lean form.
After Tony finished his kiss, thin saliva tendrils spread between roo and bull, temporarily losing each other in their soft eyes for a moment before Brad began to take his shirt off, revealing his large red-feathered frame, but mindful to keep his cap on as was always his nature. Tony followed suit in pulling off his sweater and showing a body that was actually more muscular than the jayhawk's somewhat flabbier belly, but Brad had the arms of a wrestler.
"Whatcha think Mikey?" said Brad with confidence. "Think caffeine and sugar really did any bad to us now?"
"I....w-w-well...maybe you've done some exercise more than I thought..." The roo reached a hand out to each body, rubbing, groping, sighing as he felt the soft flesh of his two larger dorm mates. He felt Brad's belly and that was when the bird took his hand and moved it to his obviously bulging crotch, chuckling at Mikey's surprised reaction as he moved his hand away.
"Don't feel bad...gotta make sure this stuff isn't giving us any side effects...right?"
"I-i-it shouldn't but you never know." Agreeing, Mikey gently undid Brad's jeans and letting the bird stand up to pull them fully down, revealing a hefty 8 inch red cock and two red-feathered balls hanging below. The bull and roo gasped at the sight, making Brad chuckle in pride of his masculinity before he says:
"Now how about yours?" Tony got up and slid his down to show a surprising 9 inches standing proudly and black to attention above two nicely hung black plums, the avian surprised and turning jealous as Mikey's eyes lit up at it.
"W-w-wow...b-both of you are..."
"Well let's see if there's any more surprises." Brad winked at Tony and they both took hold of the roo's shorts and pulled them off to show a sweet small 6-inch cock and testes the size large walnuts.
"D-d-damn....yer gettin' cuter by the minute Mikey." said Tony which made the youngest of the three blush and try to cover it up but Brad grabbed his hands and stood before the roo with his cock waving at the snout, gripping the back of his head and ordering:
"Suck it, Mike." Enamoured by such a presence, the roo gently licked at the tip before gingerly swallowing the head, moaning at his first taste of male flesh which, as if thankful for such an opportunity, began to turn more braver and groped the bird butt to keep him close, making Brad squawk in surprise and chuckle. "Hahaha...ohhh all this time you're just a cocksucker aintcha? Well long as it's mine....speaking of which, Tony, why dontcha give him the kinda feeling he's giving me?"
The bull nodded and bent down to slowly lap at the crotch of the roo, making him tense up in surprise at the thick cow tongue lapping broadly at his balls, making them flick upwards with the way he licked as he moaned and gripped his fingers harder on Brad's rump, stroking at the soft tailfeathers and making the Texan moan and rub his head in return, his hand keeping the snout on his meat.
Tony continued to lap at the balls before slowly swallowing the meat of his friend, moaning at the strange taste as it bucked into his mouth and made him gag accidentally, but he recovered and sucked less of the length, before he was confident Mikey had settled down and swallowed it all down, hearing the roo's moans turn louder in appreciation of the thick flat tongue that wetly suckled his flesh hard and a hand rubbing away at the balls. Feeling this, Mikey did the same to Brad, cupping and squeezing softly as he could to make the jayhawk shudder in delight. Soon Brad slid his cock from the roo's mouth and sighed.
"I think it's lubed up enough....but first..." he grinned in a dastardly way and joined Tony's cocksucking with a rapid licking of the balls, Mikey soon almost squealing with this double oral assault on his intimate person. Soon he couldn't last and spurted hard into Tony's throat, making the bull gag and pull off to let the rest of the seed spurt onto Mikey's belly and crotch. Even with this slightly awkward moment, the mood was adamant to stay as Brad remarked:
"Hahaha...guess the bull don't like the roo's milk, huh?"
"Urgh dammit Brad....bleh...so damn...salty."
"Well I ain't tastin' it! 'sides....we got more plans for you Mikey." Even with his strong seemingly pent-up orgasm, the roo did not shy away and allowed Brad to lift his feet up and put him on his back to expose his tight little butt. Gasping in realisation what was to come next, he wriggled slightly to be more comfortable as he seemed to unconsciously beg:
"Please.....B-b-brad..."
"Well...firstly, Tony could give you some of his milk in return. Right?" Tony smirked and got onto the bed on one side of Mikey's head, his juicy bullcock rubbing against the sweet boy cheek as Tony added:
"Well, you always do like healthy stuff Mikey...what's healthier than milk?"
"W-well soya can be but-" Tony put a finger to the roo's lips and patted them.
"Shhhh....relax. For once." Tony waited until Brad was ready, and so the avian gripped the roo's strong legs, rubbing his thickness at the very virgin butt, before gently pushing in. At first it resisted but soon Brad bit by bit began to push harder, making Mikey writhe and shake, before he felt his head pop in and a tight gasp from the roo. The tightness of the ass was so warm and dry, lubricated only by the saliva on his cock, and waiting until Mikey calmed down, pushed in deeper with a low moan.
"Ohhhh....God yer really tight....s'like yer strangling my cock...."
"I...I....ohhhh...." The roo's thoughts were being tripwired fully into lust as he lay there and let Brad push in ever deeper, and Tony then offered his cock to his friend to help him focus on something else, to which he was thankful for and swallowed it much more eagerly than with Brad's, now used to using his mouth for such a purpose. His sweet snout and lithe little tongue worked all over the thick bull meat as said bull groaned and clasped his head.
"Ohhhhh Mikey....." Brad chuckled shakily as he slid halfway inside now and was working more fully into the squeezing warmth of his college friend, before he felt his crotch bump with the butt. Mikey gasped on the cock as he felt it fully hilted within him, feeling so hot in his bowels.
"Mmmmh!" His moans were good, he was wanting more as the two knew now, and so Brad slid out of him halfway, slowly, hearing the shlurping sounds of lubricated anal walls before sliding in a little harder, grunting as he began a rhythm to fuck. Shudderings from all three were felt as Ryan watched it all on his monitor, chuckling wickedly at catching this chemically-forced gay threesome on his camera.
"Thassit, fuck that lil roo with the big GPA, you think yer so smart now you got a fat bird cock in your ass and sucking that bull pal of yours like his lil slut? Well this is one area you NEVER learnt about, and there's no way of studying out of this one, bitch." Watching with complete victorious pride, he made sure to zoom in and out throughout the session with as much expertise as an amateur porn film director, the sounds from the mic crisp and clean of the moans and grunts the three shared together, continuing for a few minutes before Tony couldn't last and came into Mikey's throat with a low moan and a cute gagging sound from the roo, gulping it down hungrily in awakened lust as he focused now on Brad inside him.
"Ohhh...please....more....this is....weird but....but..."
"You like it dontcha? Good...wouldn't wantcha feeling disappointed with me...hehehe...uhh...yeah...." Soon Brad bucked his hardest rhythm out and with a loud crowing he plunged his length entirely into the youngest of Richter Hall, filling his lean body with his thick cum, arms shaking in exhilaration as the lust dwindled down from their eyes but remained in the air to not leave them completely out of it, much to Spottiswoode's twisted delight. Now all he had to do was upload it to the internet and ruin the reputations of his nemeses.
But before he could fully gloat at it, the door was barged down with a powerful blast, slamming into the bookcase and curtain behind it, as three guys wearing full-body suits and gas masks entered the dorm, seeing the scene with confusion and to be honest, some slightly disgusted awkwardness.
"Uhh did someone report a bomb in here?" said the broken-up voice of the gas-mask.
"Y-y-yeah." said Tony shakily. "I-it smelt all musky...made us go like this...we're not gay, seriously, we're not into guys that way, you gotta believe us!"
"How many times I heard that before....well lessee what we got here." He pulled out a strange device and monitored the air, checking the chemicals present.
"Hmmmm....testosterone, bremelanotide, civetone....muscone....yeah seems you guys are right. You got hit by a Gay Bomb."
"Wha-what???" shouted Brad with feathers rising on his neck. "What the fuck's that?!?!?"
"It's a mixture of chemicals made to increase sexual desire in someone. Don't you guys use the internet?" They all shook their heads a little awkwardly so. "God you kids today...well a Gay Bomb was this thing the army was trying at some point, chemical non-lethal warfare, makes armies stop fighting and...well you guys know what happens."
"Seriously? OUR army....made that?"
"Well no I think it's scrapped but someone's got the right idea about it here, just found the right mixture to get you uh....anyways, we'll decontaminate the area and get you guys cleaned up, don't worry, whoever did this is gonna go down for it." And so the three were hosed down as well as the room for clearing out the musky chemicals. The later reports discovered that there was a broken glass tube under the bookcase, caulk all around the door to seal it fully, and a broken webcam with microphone, wireless, home-made. On the webcam was the mark of Forrest University, to which Brad knew immediately who would even have the guts to pull this off. One particular student named Algernon of Forrest Uni who had a great vendetta against Richter Hall.
"Guys," began Brad to Mikey and Tony, "we just got pranked in a nasty way...and we know the guy who did it but this is something he alone did, not the whole university....why don't we go and show him not to mess with others' minds?" The two agreed and began to plan their revenge.
"Right after we finish studying." added Mikey much to the clenched jaw of a grimace from Brad and Tony.
So for Ryan his plan went well. He managed to humiliate Mikey and Tony with even a third friend of theirs involved for further alienation, and record their forced threesome all for the pleasure of the many internet viewers who would be viewing it. His only complaint was the expensive webcam his fellow ally against Richter Hall had made, and would not be happy about to hear of its destruction. But it was worth it. So very worth it.