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"Okay dude, you gotta promise to leave my roommate alone though. He's probably your type but I don't think he's gay."

"I ain't promisin shit. What is he?"

"Otter."

"Shitttttt man you know I love otters."

"Well can you at least try to keep your hands off him? I don't want it to get too weird with him, he's a good kid. Plus we gotta watch this video to get this project done."

Carl rubbed his great mane-like ruff of fur. The buffalo had a thing for getting what he wanted, and his friends were no strangers to it by now. "Ain't gonna promise nothin. And I already did my research, so I don't need to see no fuckin video."

Mark and Ralph looked at each other and shrugged their eyebrows. Nothing they hadn't been around for before. Mark, the gorilla, pulled his key out from his pocket as the elevator pinged the signal that they'd reached the floor he lived on. He liked his quiet smaller roommate just fine but didn't have any particular allegiance to him. They'd been assigned to each other randomly, both being freshmen without any built-in friends going to the same college. They ended up getting along without talking much, and not stepping on each other's toes. Better than most random-paired freshman did for a roomie match.

It turned out that Mark didn't need his key after all. When the gorilla and his buffalo and tiger henchmen arrived at his room, the door handle turned with no resistance. Mark resigned himself halfway to what was probably about to occur, and wished Adam luck...

He entered the room first, stuffing his key ring back in his pocket and leaving the lanyard dangling out. He lifted a couple fingers in the air in a lazy sort of wave at the small otter lounging on one of the beds. The reserved roommate looked a little wide-eyed in surprise at the three big furs entering the room and almost taking up the entire available floorspace. Adam quickly tapped a button on his laptop, currently actually residing on his lap, and removed his earbuds. He opened his mouth, long whiskers quivering, but Mark spoke up before the otter formed any words.

"Adam, this's Ralph and Carl," he twisted his thumb towards first the fat tiger, then the immensely tall and equally stocky buffalo. "We gotta watch something for an assignment, and their roommates are assholes. Hope that's okay."

"Uh, sure! I'm just watching stuff too--"

"Holy shit!!!"

The otter looked toward the exclaiming buffalo, those whiskers twitching with even more nervousness. As if he wasn't intimidated enough by his buff gorilla roommate...

Carl crossed the room quickly, standing right over Adam as the mustelid cowered slightly on his bed and wondered what the hell was so holy or shit about himself.

"You are so fucking hot!" The bison's expression looked not predatory, but eager and almost childlike, like he was about to unwrap the gift under the Christmas tree he'd been most curious about. "Mark, no wonder you were trying to keep me from him!"

"Jesus Christ." The ape huffed, nonchalantly locked the door, and pulled a second desk chair that technically belonged to Adam over to his own desk, which was against the wall perpendicular to the otter's bed, and from which there was a plain view of said bed. Mark sat in his own chair, flipping open his laptop, and Ralph flopped heavily into the other rolling seat, his striped tail as usual lying motionlessly on the floor like a furry king snake. "Just...keep it down, okay? Don't want a lot of questions."

"Wha--" Adam began, but Carl was already indulging himself, rubbing the thick fingers of one hand on the spot where the otter's shoulders met the side of his neck, and those of the other hand down his thin chest.

"Oh god, am I glad I came here!" The bison crowed, feeling down the otter's arms appreciatively.

Adam held his open computer up in front of him, shield-like. "Um, thanks, uh, Carl, but I'm not really interested in that."

"Awww, don't be stupid! Of course you are. C'mere." Carl grabbed the otter's lower left leg and tugged, dragging him to the sitting position on the edge of the bed then continuing his explorations with his other hand, lifting Adam's shirt up to see his lighter brown belly furs.

"Hey!" The otter tried to tug his shirt back down and simultaneously hold his laptop steady. Neither endeavor was fully successful. Carl laughed and pushed Adam's computer closed, deftly setting it aside on the bed.

"Dude! I was watching--"

"I'll letcha finish it later, don't worry. After I finish you, ya slinky little treat!" The shirt was riding up higher and higher, revealing Adam's modest chest and brown nipples to the buffalo's intent gaze. The otter was visibly frightened, and swallowed several times before working up his courage to protest.

"I don't really want to do this, I'm not...gay."

"Eh, doesn't really matter. Sexy thing like you can surely learn to cooperate!" Carl gripped the back of the otter's t-shirt and pulled it over the boy's head, working it over with no problem except that Adam was squeezing his arms to his sides to prevent the garment from being drawn down his arms and completely removed.

"I don't like this! I have a...a girlfriend..." He squirmed backwards and tried to slide off the bed past Carl, but the bison just laughed again and pushed him gently back, taking the off-guard opportunity to pull the otter's bundled shirt from his arms.

"I'm sure you do."

Mark chimed in with a grunt. "To be fair, I've met her."

"Oh yeah?" Carl continued his exploration of Adam's upper body, now unhidden entirely. His fingers petted the dense, slick brown fur and his hands closed around the otter's ribcage, thumbs rubbing the nipples in slow circles. "Nice piece?"

"Not bad at all. Another little otter girl, probably hoping for some breeding, eh?"

"I can see why, with such a cute little thing like this to breed with! Though I'd rather do some breeding of my own."

Mark snorted and pulled up the required video, something dull and vaguely informative about the country's educational system that they needed to write a short response to. Why the fuck was this thing half an hour long? He hit the play icon, letting Ralph pull up closer so he could half-pay attention too.

It was when Carl's fingers hooked inside the waistband of Adam's lounging sports shorts that the otter full-on panicked. His voice and hands shook when he tried to push away the huge brown-furred paw. "N-no! I don't like this!"

"That's too bad, little dude. 'Cause I sure do!" Carl chuckled and got his other hand involved in removing the shorts. Adam tried again to roll to the side and slide off the bed past the bison, but Carl caught him even faster this time, pushing a hand firmly on the otter's bare chest.

"M-Mark!" Adam squeaked an imploration to his roommate, who had been decent to him so far, to control his friend. For all his frantic grabbing and levering of the buffalo's forearms, though, the bovine was far stronger, and with that hand still pressing on his chest, mashing him down into the bed, there was nothing the mustelid could do while Carl removed his shorts completely, leaving Adam writhing desperately in only his underwear, dark blue boxer-briefs that they were.

Mark felt for the bewildered otter a little bit, but he was quite enjoying the show, loath to verbally admit it as he may be. He responded to his roommate's plea over the monotonous mumble of the video that was playing. "Just let 'm do it, man, not like it'll kill ya."

"But!--"

Carl then clamped the hand that had resided on Adam's chest over his muzzle, making the otter go bug-eyed and shout out in horror, though all the three big dudes could hear was muffled fuffling. The buffalo soothingly rubbed Adam's bare thigh. "Shush, now. They're trying to watch something."

The lutrine male bucked wildly for a bit, but Carl kept one hand over his maw and leaned down on his chest with the other forearm, quelling the thrashing outbreak effectively. For the first time, he spoke to Adam lowly and with a sour note in his voice. "Stop it. You're making it harder for both of us."

Adam's eyes were huge in fear, and his breath was quick and shallow from exertion and blockage. His thick rudder hung off of the side of the bed between his legs, now rigid and paralyzed where before it had been beating the air wildly. Carl's free hand sloooooowly stroked down the otter's front, caressing the flat, featureless abs before running down the side to grasp a handful of the last cloth left on his body...and pulled down and away.

The otter lay still and completely tense, eyes screwed shut, while his penis flopped into view from under the lowering waistband. He felt the back of the band resisting the pull under him, but slowly giving way as well, sliding surely from under his ass. He heard the buffalo let out a long, low "oooooooh" as he was exposed completely to the air.

"Duuuuuude...this is amazing! Fuck, Mark, why do you let him wear clothes in here?! Wow." A soft snap as the fabric came free of all constraints. Carl let the underwear drop from his paw, and they slipped down the otter's motionless shins and tail, shuffing to the floor in a little dark blue pool.

Adam lay for almost a minute, trembling and refusing to open his eyes, waiting for anything to happen next. Nothing did.

He finally gulped and slivered open his eyelids, which were already watery and a little sticky. The bison was standing above him still, just looking at him. All of him.

That thickly-furred brown hand was stroking his chest again, running languidly down and down, but this time it kept going, down his right thigh, oh so close to...

Adam's balls were gathered up tenderly by the caressing hand. The otter squeaked again, behind the bison's other hand, and writhed his hips in strange slippery discomfort. He liked it when Abby felt him there...

"Shiiii-iiiit..." Carl mused while kneading the contents of the otter's scrotum between his fingers. "Damn well hung for a smaller species. Betcher imaginary girlfriend likes this thing, huh?" Standing at five-foot-five (when he was standing), Adam had always had a sore spot about his height, though it was right on par for his species. He didn't and couldn't respond to the either taunt, though.

"'S what I thought." The ends of the buffalo's fingers were rubbing well below the otter's sac now, massaging the taint and even scratching the short fur there. Adam's body went completely tense all over again when he realized where this was going.

A new bout of terrified muffled shouts issued from his muzzle when the buffalo slipped the hand underneath him and cupped half of his ass, kneading thoughtfully for a second before gripping and tugging Adam toward him for a couple inches' worth of extra hanging over the bed's edge. Then the hand still holding his skinny ass cheek pulled gently to the side.

Adam's sight was very limited in range, his head still being held firmly down to the bed, but he knew exactly what the buffalo was seeing. "Holy shit!" the bovine exclaimed for the second time, then stepped just to the side and leaned down to hook his arm under the otter's knees. He tried to lift up and at first Adam resisted and stayed rigidly tense, but he was still shaking and couldn't hold out. Eventually the bison lifted the otter's legs up above his body level and held them there.

"Mark! You gotta see this, man, it's gold!"

The gorilla looked up from the screen with a "hm?" and didn't even flinch at the sight he was presented with. He'd seen his share of just this, though he hoped it wouldn't have to be his roommate's. "Hell, that looks good."

"I know, can you believe how tight it is?!" Carl was almost giddy.

Adam closed his eyes again and tried to focus on the words from the video Ralph and Mark were watching. To try and drown out the utter humiliation of his roommate and two other males he didn't know looking at and discussing his asshole.

And then of the one who was displaying him lowering his hand to rub it.

"Fuck, it is WAY too bad you straight boys don't get much action back here..." The buffalo firmly rubbed all around the tender spot between Adam's cheeks. The otter had never been touched there. Carl placed his hand under the small of the otter's back and lifted his lower body up, folding the smaller male vertically for easier access. Adam looked numbly at what was being done to him, and could see his own exposed genitals dangling above him, his cock still almost entirely flaccid and his balls pulled up surprisingly tight from the squirming fear in his stomach. Looming above that in his sight were Carl's curved horns and thick headfur.

The bison kept up his rubbing of Adam's fleshy ring, prodding a fingertip against it every now and then without really pushing. When Carl further violated his most private spot by holding one cheek aside to lean in and sniff, then lick, his asshole, the otter let out a groan of protest and humiliation that he immediately realized would probably be misinterpreted.

"See?" The bison gloated between laps of his tongue over the upraised hole. "Loves it. They all do." He hardened his tongue and pressed the tip into the slickened orifice, getting another desperate moan from the molested mustelid.

Mark snorted when he looked over at the proceedings. "Carl can you at least wash your mouth out before we go get food? I don't wanna deal with your butt-breath."

"Aw, calm down, he's pretty clean. Maybe a little unshowered, but hey he didn't get a lot of warning. Plus straight guys are never as neurotic about this sort of thing." Carl licked again, then sucked on the now-very-slippery pucker. "Ah! You wanna taste, either of you?"

"I'll pass. Got a good look already." Mark declined and Ralph characteristically said nothing and sat still.

Carl all but shrugged before returning his full attention to the exposed otter. The hand not still suppressing his muzzle came up to the dangling soft penis to softly tug and coax it. Against all odds, it even started to work. "Nowwwww he's gettin hard, fuckin nice!" Carl mused, holding the fattening appendage outward to get a look at the underside, then giving the length of it a couple strokes. "He _is_pretty big, actually. Mark, check this out!"

Mark sighed and stood up. Might as well. The video was boring as shit anyway.

It took only a few steps for him to be standing next to Carl and joining him in looking down at what was on display on the waist-high bed. The otter's eyes were still wide, but now pleading with Mark's own to not add to his debasement and objectification. But there was Mark's roommate's cock, held up for inspection by Carl, quite engorged by now, against its owner's will. The ape reached out and took the organ from the buffalo, his palm closing around the underside of it, squeezing and giving small strokes. The tube of brown skin was smooth and just thick enough to his touch. "It's good. Little bigger than what I'd thought."

"Right? Very decent size for an otter. And I've seen plenty of otters."

Mark enjoyed playing with his roommate's penis for a little more while Carl kept snuffling and lapping in the otter's crack, then he let go and gave the less-impressively-sized nutsack (now perched atop the inverted package) a final few squeezes, almost a ruffle. He resumed his seat and his grudging attention to the video that was playing, though now sitting still was quite a bit more uncomfortable, given the evidence in the front of his pants of how much he'd enjoyed his brief participation. He always liked a dick in his hand, though he preferred to procure such by less forceful means than his bovine companion. He kept thinking he wouldn't mind a bit more playing around, but decided against aiding Carl again... Then a thought struck him when he remembered the previous reactions that Carl's activities had evoked in the fat tiger sitting right next to him.

The gorilla's eyes darted to Ralph's lap, where even under the sagging belly a suspicious bulge was noticeable. Of course Ralph wasn't the outgoing type, and he never participated in any of the shenanigans that Mark and/or Carl got up to, but...he always stuck around. And this wasn't the first time Mark had noticed certain side effects the schlubby cat had been suffering...

Mark casually turned the video playback volume up a couple notches, then as discreetly as he could, reached over to the tiger's crotch region. The button on his pants was easily undone, and just as easily Mark crept his hand up under the feline's belly and then dove it into the waistband of his boxers.

The tiger made no protest or sound, but gripped the sides of his chair and looked, slightly dumbfounded, at his gorilla friend while the ape found his painfully hard dick inside his pants. Ralph always knew he was in deep with what these two guys did sometimes, but he also knew it turned him on massively, and even just a spectator's seat to their antics was worth how out-of-place he felt sometimes personality-wise. Not to mention body-wise...Mark and Carl were big but buff, strong alpha males. Ralph was the perpetually overweight half-nerd whose gut had none of the muscle that characterized those of the other two.

Maybe it was reductive to think that Ralph was just finally glad to have real friends that included him in their crazy activities...but they also didn't know that the tiger had never even had his dick played with. Until right now.

Mark's hand squeezed roughly around the tiger's stumpy but thick shaft, varying the grip and the duration of the pressure. Ralph could only clamp his fingers down more on the edges of the rolling chair and try not to moan out loud as he himself was felt for the first time. Mark seemed to be trying his best to do this on the sly...and that was fine with Ralph, as he didn't know what the hell Carl would do if he knew the tiger was aroused by this.

So he stared down past his belly at the pewter-furred arm that was sunk into his pants, and rolled his hips only as slightly as he dared while the gorilla felt him up...and while Carl continued to affectionately terrorize the little otter on the bed.

By now, the bison was full-on jerking Adam off while mercilessly rimming him. The lutrine male whimpered and wordlessly pleaded from behind the big brown paw, but all it gained him was the fingers withdrawing from his cock and rubbing at his well-licked asshole instead. This time there was more pressure and wiggling of the fingertips against the entrance. When Carl kept pushing without remorse and his middle finger slipped in, the otter outright screamed from the alien and burning sensation, thrashing about wildly again in a desperate escape attempt. Barely any of the sound made it past the musky-smelling hand on his mouth, though, and the buffalo had him well under control with both arms, only withdrawing his finger to steady the other male. Then it was right back in action, teasing the hole for only a second before plunging back in, all the way this time.

Stinging tears began to puddle in the otter's slitted eyes from the insensitive treatment of his heretofore-untouched hole. He felt the finger pull out but didn't dare think that was as far as this would go.

He was right; soon two fingertips were prodding at him, and as exhausted as he was from being so tensed up, he couldn't clench enough to stop them from entering him. Once they'd both sunk fully in, they began to stretch and pull and scissor, eliciting helpless moans of pain. "Fuck...so tight in here, it's insane!" Carl enthused, though several minutes of his two fingers squelching around inside there made Adam's ass quite a bit more open, as was easily seen when the big bison removed his digits and surveyed his work. "Mmmm," he rumbled and leaned down to lick over the now-sloppy and tender spot. His tongue now pretty easily slipped inside and wiggled around in there...much like something else he had in mind soon would.

After a final quick insertion and wiggle of his middle finger into the otter's upturned orifice, Carl used his free hand to unsnap his jeans and work down the zipper. He'd been so hard this whole time he'd been helping himself to Adam's body, and it was time to let himself free. He guided the otter back to a reclining position with his back on the bed, leaving the ass still hanging slightly off the edge. The lutrine's wide tail now hung down limp and defeated. Carl pushed his own jeans and boxers down in one motion, letting them fall all the way to the floor.

The bed couldn't have been at a better height, really. Just perfect for the buffalo to align himself, reaching down to grab his own just-average cock that he was still ruthlessly proud of. From all the gleeful playing around he'd done, it was no problem to place the tip of his black-skinned cock against Adam's slippery tailhole...and press forward, first the head entering and then steadily more and more of the shaft. He was half-amused by and half-indifferent to the frantic muffled moaning of the equally brown-furred boy below him as he slid himself in the virgin passage and started up a slow, satisfying tempo of bucking and rolling his hips.

The bison was in perfect heaven, taking all he wanted from the otter. Now that his right hand was free again, he scraped his fingers through the silky fur on Adam's front, sometimes fondling the other male's cock, which was now completely flaccid again. He didn't mind. Still felt nice between his fingers.

"Hfff...so...fucking...gooooood...." Carl grunted his pleasure to no one in particular, though the words (and the sights) were not lost on the other two occupants of the room, their ears tuned into every sound except the video that was surely coming to a close soon. Mark had continued to feel up Ralph's genitals, even rubbing a couple fingers down under his taint to feel for the overweight cat's hole. Ralph just sat transfixed with the new feelings, actually trying very hard the whole time to not cum immediately. That probably wouldn't look good to his far more experienced partner, and the throaty sounds he was suppressing might alert Carl to the extracurricular hanky-panky. Though Ralph didn't know what that would cause, he knew he'd rather not find out right now...

The two furs by the desk had plenty of a view of their own, though one they'd seen several times before. Carl had completely dropped his pants, and they both ogled the bison's large ass on display beneath the scraggly tail with its tufted tip. That ass had mass, both from firm muscle and full, jiggling fat. It was a perfect balance of the two; Carl never minded the other two looking at it. The sight only served to make Ralph even more unbearably stiff while the gorilla felt that effect firsthand.

Eventually, the video three of them were supposed to have been watching came to an end, the computer going silent as the playback bar was filled. No one heard the last words of it, but they all registered the new silence. Mark took the opportunity to remove his hand from Ralph's pants after a final hard squeeze on the tiger's cock, no longer having the extra white noise to disguise the rustling sounds of his ministrations.

"You almost done then, Carl? I'm hungry, and then we still gotta write up that video." Mark closed his laptop and stared at the bison's clenching, humping ass. The bison was now dragging his dick in and out of the otter's hole, the slight friction even from the squelching wetness making Adam whimper and moan, his prostate getting punched for the first time ever.

"Just...a...minute..." Carl huffed, keeping up his long, thorough thrusts. "Almost there..."

Mark decided that not only was he hungry and ready to go, but he was still pretty horny and thought he'd help out the process and have a little fun himself. He stood up behind the bucking buffalo. Sticking his thumb in his own mouth to wet it, he then brought it down and pressed it between the halves of the bison's big, shaggy ass between clenchings. "I wanna go, man, I'm gonna speed this up for ya." The pad of the ape's thick thumb rubbed on Carl's asshole, then the tip of it pressed in the middle, slipping in without much of a fight. Mark stirred his thumb around inside its newfound warm sheath, curling his other fingers under to knead the bison's taint.

Even Carl flinched at the sudden intrusion, but let out a low moan when Mark started swirling the digit inside of him, finding his prostate easily in the position and squeezing down on it. Instantly Carl was on the brink of cumming, and he sank his entire shaft into the hapless otter one final time and started a volley of tiny, quick humps that finally brought him over. In that long blind moment just before his orgasm, he pulled himself out and flopped his shooting dick onto the otter's (which he noticed was mostly hard again), his cum splashing up the mustelid's torso and streaking through his chest and belly fur.

"Uh...I have to go to the bathroom before we go..." Ralph spoke up haltingly and hurried out of the room. Mark noticed him hastily buttoning himself back up as he waddled out, but mentally bet that within less than a minute the tiger would be occupying a stall in the bathroom down the hall, having beat his own load out in about ten strokes. He was wrong in that it took only three.

Carl's right hand was gripping Adam's thigh painfully hard, and it left only to return to the otter's dick and immediately begin stroking it firm and fast. Nature doesn't lie, and Adam's prostate being stimulated had made his penis betray him; now Carl's expert hand was adding the final insult to the injury. It didn't take long until the otter's body tensed and he added his own jets of jizz to the mess on his stomach and chest. Once Carl's paw had coaxed the very last out of him, he went utterly limp on the bed, trembling slightly but uncontrollably.

Mark kept thumbing the buffalo's internal nut and tickling the back of his nutsack throughout the bovine's masturbation of the otter. When finally satisfied that is was over, he plucked his digit from the bison's backside, wiping the inserted portion on the furry butt. "Can we fucking get food now? Jesus."

Carl looked over the extent of all that he'd done. "Yeah, let's go. Damn, you're right, I'm starving now." He leaned as far over Adam as he could, breathing hotly on the otter's face. "You gonna be quiet now? Gonna be good?" The otter weakly nodded and Carl finally removed his hand from the boy's mouth.

"Whew!" Carl bent down to gather up his lower garments, pulling them up around him and re-buttoning the fly. Now dressed, he brought a finger to Adam's hole again, swirling the pad around the messy opening but not applying any pressure nor pushing it in, just feeling the extent of the stretched puffiness and grinning down at his gooey-fronted conquest. "My new favorite fuckthing, you are," he leered with a deceptively affectionate tone.

The door opened and Ralph came back in, glancing up and down the hall then quickly closing the door behind him. The tiger was slightly out of breath and his zipper was halfway down. "Ready to go?"

"Yup," Carl said, ruffling Adam's headfur. "I'll see ya around, kiddo. Say hi to your girlfriend for me, sure she's nice. Maybe I'll have to...meet her too soon." Adam shivered and his mind hummed, horrified at the implication. "In the meantime, Mark here will take good care of ya, right?"

Mark had slid his laptop into his backpack and slung the bag over one bulky shoulder. "Sure I will. I like him too."

The trio of bigger furs shuffled out of the dorm room, discussing which dining hall to pick up food from before heading to the library.

Adam lay shaking on the bed, his shallow breath scooping in copious scents of the fresh semen pooled on him and the dark odor of a well-fucked ass: his.