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Art Dubeau had dedicated his life to sports. He eventually settled on rugby in his high school years. All four years he was the best inside centre his school ever had. Scholarships came to him from all over in hopes he'd select their university. All those dreams came to a crushing halt when Art became seriously injured in a car accident involving a drunk driver.

After spending several days in a coma, Art woke up to some startling news. The nerves controlling his leg muscles had been severely crushed, leaving him with minimal use of his legs. Everything Art had worked towards was now lost. The doctors informed him that there was a slim chance his legs would recover and he may be diplegic for the rest of his life.

Art spent a lot of time alone after the accident. People everywhere were being extra nice to him. Art started to hate that people kept asking him if he needed help with anything or to be told to keep his chin up. It was worse than it needed to be, having had been a great centre for the four time state championship team left Art little space to not be known by everyone.

Art still wanted to go to college in hopes he can find something else he was good at. He decided journalism was the way to go. His father fully supported the idea and did all the research he could to find the proper university for Art. Art and his father finally settled on university in the northern states.

Years later, Art was now attending his second year at that university. The cougar may have lost his legs, but his upper body was still there. He had always been a gym buff and his condition most certainly didn't stop him. His shirt barely fit over his broad chest and the sleeves suffered against his biceps. He looked quite intimidating for a guy in a wheelchair with a camera at hand.

His long golden tail swished from side to side as he took pictures of the university's rugby team. Art decided this was the best way he could be involved. Everyone everywhere wanted to know which team was the best, how the players were doing, and what they ate for breakfast. Journalism at its finest Art always thought. The teams practice had come to an end, so Art pushed his wheels forth to try and talk to the team's best player.

"Oi! Maverick!" Art shouted and waved over toward a tall and broad tiger.

The tiger was quite handsome with his hair all tussled about and covered in dirt and grass stains. He was somewhat tall and built from the top down. Him and Art shared their art history course together so were well acquainted.

"Hey Art!" Maverick said as he strode on over, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could hit you up for an interview some time," Art said.

"I don't see why not," the tiger said, "I'm positively boring though, so don't expect a good grade interviewing me."

Art chuckled a bit, "I highly doubt that. Hit me up when you get a chance."

"Will do!," said Maverick, "I'll catch you later. The showers are calling to me."

Art waved goodbye and set off to leave the stadium. Before he got to the exit, two guys stepped in his way. Both donned rugby uniforms, one a short, stalky lynx, the other, a tall, broad bull.

"Derek, Akota," Art smirked mockingly, "Good to see you again, come to harass me yet again."

"Yeah faggot," said Derek the lynx, planting a foot between Art's legs on his wheelchair, "I thought we told you to stop bugging us. You can take your freaky fetish and piss off."

"I'll do whatever I want, now remove your foot," Art responded.

"Pfft," Derek pushed Art backwards in his chair, "Just don't try and sneak into the locker room again. Come on Akota."

"Afraid I'll take a picture of that tiny dick I'm sure," Art said as the two of them turned away.

Derek wheeled around, "What'd you say?" Akota took to holding Derek back by his shirt.

"Don't make me stand up and slap you," said Art.

"Not worth it," said Akota as he pulled Derek away, the lynx shouting expletives as they went off down the hall.

Art shook his head. The only reason the two of them treated him like that was because Art lived in the predominantly gay dorm. Art never really took time to establish a relationship, only had a girlfriend once, and really he hadn't thought about it. Between sports and school, he'd never really thought about it much.

Art was never bothered by anyone's sexuality anyways, Derek and Akota obviously were. They did all they could to cause him grief, even pushing him down onto his back. Art did get a good right hook into Akota's jaw that time. The bull was cautious after that, but he seemed to be stuck with Derek who didn't seem to let things go.

Art made his way back to his dorm. Passing under a tree the cougar heard rustling from above. He looked up in time to have a face swing down and give his forehead a big smooch.

"HI ARTY!" the attack smoocher shouted which turned out to be a kangaroo hanging from his legs from one of the branches.

Art nearly had a heart attack, then pushed the kangaroo playfully, "Don't you have anything better to do Jorn?"

"Not really," said the kangaroo with a big grin.

Jorn dropped down, doing an awkward flip and landing onto his big feet. He was quite slim, and Art knew he was an excellent runner. Jorn was by no means an athlete though. The kangaroo spent most of his time in the theatre department. He had left Iceland to seek new experiences abroad. Why he chose the states, Art would never know. Art applauded his landing.

"Thank you, thank you," Jorn took an overly exaggerated bow, "You're too kind. So! How was your day?"

"It was good," said Art, "I was just heading back to my room to prepare for tonight."

Jorn slapped a paw to his forehead, "I forgot tonight was game night. Definitely don't want to miss that. Is Gearr going to be there?"

"Of course," said Art with a chuckle as he continued on to the dorm, Jorn walking beside him, "He's my best friend after all."

"I've been meaning to ask," Jorn said shyly, "Is...he single?"

"Taken a fancy to him, eh?"

"Well, yeah," Jorn grinned over to Art, "He's so sweet. I was hoping to ask him out, but it's never crossed my mind to ask him if he's seeing anyone."

"He's all yours," Art chuckled.

Jorn let out an excited squeak, "I'm going to go ask him now. Thanks Art!"

The kangaroo left Art with another smooch to the forehead. Art blushed and waved good bye. Art made his way into his room and started to clean up a bit. His roommate Gearr was a white tail buck from Italy. Gearr was always clean and proper. The two of them started off not really liking one another till Gearr invited some of his friends over for a game night. Gearr quickly discovered Art was really good at board games, and after that they found out they had quite a bit in common.

Art got the gaming table set up and pulled out a selection of games from Gearr's collection. After making sure everything was good to go, he went out to grab some food. When Art came back, he found his door ajar. He could hear giggling from within. Jorn and Gearr were together, holding hands on the bucks bed. Gearr was short compared to most everyone else, and quite petite. He reminded Art of someone he'd find in a coffee shop. There was quite the height difference between him and Jorn.

"I guess things went well then," Art said to make him known.

"Hell yeah," Jorn giggled.

Gearr blushed, "Jorn told me he savagely attacked you to weasel out information."

"Seems you've been compromised," Art chuckled.

"Not that I mind," Gearr grinned, "I wasn't sure if Jorn was single either."

"It's all come together then," Art set his food down onto the table.

"I told everyone to be here at nine," said Gearr, sitting down at the table with Jorn pressed in against him.

"Sounds good," Art nodded.

Nine hadn't even rolled around before people started showing up. The room became quickly crowded so Gearr started to set up a game for them all to play. Jorn went to close the door when everyone had shown up, but ended up opening it back up as someone knocked on the door.

A familiar voice came from the hall, "Is Art in?"

Jorn threw the door open, "Right there officer, he's all yours." Art rolled his eyes as Maverick walked in.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I come at a bad time?" Maverick asked noticing the room packed tight with the game on the table.

"Nonsense," Jorn piped up before Art could talk, "You're just in time to join us."

"Well...I..."Maverick was taken aback from Jorn.

"No arguing, grab a seat," Jorn pushed the bewildered tiger into the room and closed the door.

"Don't mind if I do," Maverick looked to Art, showing the cougar he was quite amused, "I'm free."

All eyes were on Maverick. He was only wearing short shorts and a tank top. Art could hear jaws dropping and brains stopping.

Maverick took a seat next to Art, "I came by for my interview, but it appears I must now teach everyone a lesson."

Art chuckled, "Gearr and I are quite competitive. You're in for a ride."

The night ran on with card drawing and dice throwing. Maverick was a man of his word. The tiger was the only one keeping up with Art and Gearr. Several hours had passed before the game had ended, Gearr barely making it to the top with Maverick only a point behind him. Everyone said their good byes at that point, leaving Gearr and Art to clean up. Jorn of course insisted he do everything.

Maverick sat back in his chair, pulling his arms up over his head. Jorn fanned himself in a mock gesture of the tiger being too hot for words. Gearr chuckled and elbowed the kangaroo in the side, nodding to Art then over to Maverick.

Jorn grinned getting what the buck meant, "So, Art, going to introduce us to your boyfriend?"

Art dropped the game box, sending pieces everywhere. Maverick nearly fell out of his chair. Gearr and Jorn broke out in laughter.

"So that's why he invited me here," said Maverick as he crossed his arms and mocked a stern look at Art.

Art broke off his menacing look at Jorn, throwing his arms up, "No! Not at all! Damn it Jorn!"

The kangaroo snickered, "Just kidding. He always has people over for his journalism stuff. I'm going to guess since you're a brick wall; you're with the rugby team?"

"That's right," said Maverick, seeming to not mind having been teased.

Art collected himself, "We can go down to the lobby and do the interview."

"If there's a tie on the door when you get back, just walk in," Jorn winked at Art as him and Maverick closed the door.

"Sorry about that," said Art.

"It's alright," said Maverick, "Quite the company you keep."

"I hope you weren't uncomfortable," Art blushed a bit.

"Not at all," said Maverick, dropping down into one of the chairs in the dorm lobby.

The lobby was mostly deserted, only a lone wolf smoking out on the balcony was present. Art and Maverick talked through the silence for hours. Art soon realized after some time they'd broken off from the interview, and were just talking. Maverick had a great deal of things to share. Art even went into detail about his accident.

"So that's why you're always hanging out at our practices," Maverick said, "Guess I'll have to punch that out into the idiots heads. They seem to think just because you live here in this dorm, they have free reign to make fun of you."

Art shook his head, "It's just dumb. I'm not even worried about it."

"I am," said Maverick, "You're a really nice guy, and you seem to be really cool with everyone."

Art looked at his phone to check the time, "Oh man, it's almost four."

Maverick stood up, "I guess it's time for bed. Walk you back to your room?"

"Uh... sure," said Art.

Upon arriving at the room, there was a tie on the door, "At least he warned you," Maverick chuckled, "We should hang out more. Never realized all the fun was over here."

Art smiled, "Heh, yeah, I guess we do have a lot of fun here. I'd like that."

Maverick gave Art a fist bump and they bid each other a good night. Art cautiously opened the door as Maverick left. The cougar was thankful to hear snoring. Jorn was bent in all directions lying next to Gearr. Art simply shook his head and lifted himself into bed.

A few weeks had passed and Maverick did as he said. The tiger took Art out for coffee every now and then, and spent long afternoons with Art, Gearr, and Jorn. Jorn was already appalled he couldn't get a rise out of the rugby star. Maverick was quite laid back for a jock, then again, so was Art. Game night came and ended with a defeated buck. The tiger had come out on top this week.

"You crafty son of a...." Gearr shook his head, "I didn't even realize you were setting up for that."

"I'm just that good," said Maverick with a toothy grin.

Jorn pulled Gearr against him, "Surprise for you tonight Mr. Art, I'm kidnapping Gearr tonight so you can have a night of peace."

"Oh good, the moans are very distracting when I'm doing school work," said Art.

Jorn stuck his tongue out at him as he dragged Gearr away, "Bye Art! Call if you need me."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," Art said as he closed the door behind them, he then turned back around to Maverick, "So, want to watch a movie or something?"

"I actually wanted to tell you something," said Maverick, sitting down on Arts bed.

Art pushed himself up onto the bed next to the tiger, "What about?"

Maverick sighed and blushed deeply, "Well, I had been thinking for the last few weeks about something."

Art arched an eyebrow, "About what?"

Maverick bit his lower lip, "I think I've fallen in love with you."

Art wasn't expecting that, and was pretty sure he had misheard him, "Do what now?"

Maverick turned to him and smiled shyly, "I... uh... heh... I'm in love with you."

Art became breathless.

"I... I'm sorry," said Maverick noticing how shocked the cougar was, he stood up as he ran his paws over his face, "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, no, it's fine," said Art.

"I'm gonna go," Maverick took off out the door.

Art's head and heart were pounding hard. He found himself clambering down into his chair and gripping hard into his wheels as he took off after the tiger. Art saw Maverick already made it outside. He pushed harder and burst out the door.

"I love you too!" Art shouted out. Maverick stopped. Art couldn't believe the words came out.

The tiger turned, his eyes welled up with tears. He then ran over to Art and pulled the cougar up out of his chair into a tight hug. Art threw his arms up around the tiger. He found it so comforting. He'd never felt like this before.

Maverick carefully put Art back down into his chair, "I've never had feelings like this before. I've always had a distant crush on you, and I've never told anyone about my being gay."

"I never realized I had feelings until you said something," said Art, "You sent my head spinning, and it clicked. I've just never known."

Maverick rubbed the tears from his eyes, "Heh, I don't even know where to go from here."

Art just went with instinct and pulled Maverick down into a kiss. The tiger became more than enthusiastic. Art felt the rough tongue press into his maw. He simply closed his eyes as he held his arms around him. Maverick let out a deep purr of approval as he broke the kiss.

"What say we go experiment?" Maverick asked.

Art licked over his lips, having quite enjoyed that, "I think I'm game."

Maverick giggled a bit and ran behind Arts chair. Art got spun around as Maverick pushed him rapidly back to his dorm room. They soon found themselves in Arts room. Maverick put a tie on the door before closing it.

"Two can play this game," said Maverick with a broad grin.

Art soon found Maverick on top of him. The tiger lifted him up with ease and dropped him onto his bed. He then straddled over the cougar. Art blushed and was unsure what to do with his paws. He didn't have much time to make a decision as Maverick pushed down into a deep kiss with him. Art then slid his paws around him. The two of them made out noisily, both obviously not having had much experience, but neither of them was bothered as they both enjoyed it greatly.

Maverick started to undo Art's pants then paused, "Oh... uhm... I didn't even think to ask."

"What?" Art asked, and then it hit him, "OH! Yeah, it's just my legs. I can still get feeling there."

Maverick blushed, hoping he hadn't offended Art, but he simply smiled, "Good." The tiger then continued to work Art out of his pants. The cougar felt a tingling sensation run through him. Maverick knelt down in front of him now as he felt his underwear get pulled down.

Art's member was fully swollen now. Maverick ran his nose over the length breathing in the cougars scent. He then licked over the head of Art's cock. Art let out a startled gasp and gripped his paws into the tiger's shoulders. Maverick then slid all of it into his maw. Art let off a moan that he never knew he could do. The sensation was so pleasurable.

Art didn't know what he could do but sit there and enjoy it. Maverick sure was. The tiger seemed to grasp giving a blowjob fairly quickly. His head rose and went down with such grace. He just couldn't get enough of the taste of the swollen meat within his maw. Maverick pulled up with a loud gasp for air. He gave the head of Art's cock a smooch before he stood up to strip.

Art admired Maverick's bare body. The tiger was just as well defined as he was, except his legs had softened up quite a bit. Maverick was equal in all aspects. Art blushed deeply as the tiger gripped their cocks together for a mere moment. Maverick was only a little bigger than him. The tiger gave Art a kiss to his lips; he could taste himself on the tiger's breath.

"I want to ride you," Maverick said as he pushed Art backwards, then straddled his way over him.

Art took in a deep breath, not expecting Maverick to position over him. He felt the warmth of the tiger press down on him as he got pulled into a kiss. Maverick was grinding his rump back against Arts shaft. Art hugged tight around Maverick, giving into him. Art was doing his best to hump against the tigers rump. He now ached, wanting so badly to feel what it was like.

Maverick reached a paw back as his chest was planted down against Art. He chuckled a bit, obviously embarrassed by his inexperience. He sat back and raised himself up. He took in a deep breath as he rubbed the head of the cougars cock against his tight hole. He then pressed down onto the shaft that throbbed greedily against his pucker.

Maverick arched his back and let out a shocked gasp as he felt the head of Arts cock slip into him. He winced and shook his head, "Eheheh, should have sucked on you longer."

Art grinned, rubbing his paws along the thighs of his lover, "Just take it slow."

Maverick giggled as he bowed his head and took in another deep breath. He started to rock back on Arts cock, slowly working it in inch by inch. The pre pouring out from Arts shaft definitely helped. Maverick groaned as he kept rocking his hips. He suddenly yelped as he accidentally slid all the way down. Art inhaled sharply and gripped his paws tight against the tiger's hips. He felt so warm.

"You alright?" Art managed to say recovering slightly from the sudden envelopment of his whole shaft.

"Mmhmm," Maverick managed to grunt out as he bit on his lower lip, "A little too much all at once, heheh."

Art pushed himself up and wrapped his arms around Maverick. The tiger grinned and nuzzled down against the cougar. He then started to move his hips up and down a bit. Moaning slightly as he was getting used to having something push through his tight walls. He held his arms down around Art, sighing softly, "You feel so wonderful."

Art chuckled, "So do you." The cougar was filled with such joy as the tiger rode on him. He kissed and licked against Mavericks chest as he felt the warmth slide along his meat. He rubbed his paws along the tigers back, enjoying every moment. He loved the feel of Mavericks body; his muscles, the smooth depths of his hole, and that massive throbbing dick, which was grinding hard along his abs.

Art reached his paw down between them, grabbing hold of the tigers cock. The cougar moaned from all the pleasures before and now he was handling someone else's dick for the first time. He started to stroke Maverick off as the tiger rode. The tiger moaned more excessively, and his cock flexed hard within the cougars paw to show that he very much approved.

Maverick noticed it was getting easier and easier to ride on Art. Feeling bold, the tiger started to ride harder on the cock deep within him. The sudden pounding of his depths increased his sensitivity. The tiger willingly continued, going harder and faster, wanting nothing more than to please the cougar he towered over. Art had closed his eyes, completely lost in the throes of passion. He simply jerked off the tiger best he could and the pressure on his dick had become quite overwhelming. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Maverick certainly didn't. He bucked his hips up hard into Arts paw, letting out a deep moan as he started to shoot his load. He cried out as the rush of seed escaped him, shooting up Art's body. Art simply gasped in surprise. Maverick shot so much. The tiger pushed through his release, shaking violently from having become overly sensitized.

Art huffed as his shaft swelled up to full capacity. He planted his paws behind him to try and contain himself, but Maverick didn't let up. Art's elbows buckled beneath him as he released. He threw has head back as he slumped back against the bed. His body tensed up as he felt his load shoot into the tiger. He was near in tears at the hot sensitive he had become. He gripped hard into the tigers hips and held him down as his load passed from him. Maverick got the hint and just shoved down upon Art's lap. The tiger grunted as he kept forced down, enjoying the hot feel of the cougars load pouring into his depths.

Maverick pulled Art up into his arms so not to disturb the orgasm and held onto him. Both males held onto on another, completely lost in the bliss of their self-indulgence, both of them obviously no longer virgins.

Maverick kissed down between Arts ears, "Thank you. That was so amazing."

Art nuzzled and kissed into the tiger's chest, "You were amazing."

Maverick grinned ear to ear and cupped a paw under Arts chin. Art giggled dumbly as they pressed into a deep, loving kiss. Mavericks paw slid behind the cougars head, pulling them tightly into the kiss. Their tongues rolled together as they embraced tightly. They got lost in one another, making out for quite some time. They broke their kiss and both of them laughed a little.

"I think I can get used to this," said Maverick.

"Same," Art said, "We'll have to switch spots next time."

Maverick gripped on Arts rump, "Wanna feel this tiger in ye, eh?"

"Can't let you have all the fun," Art chuckled, "I'm just as curious as you are."

"Deal," said Maverick as he gave Art a smooch. The tiger then lifted himself. He moaned out loudly as did Art, the cougar's dick having come free. Maverick rubbed a paw on his rump, "Whoo, you are a big guy. Suppose I should have practiced beforehand."

Art chuckled and grabbed hold of the tiger's cock, "Least I'm not as big as you. You're going to be a literal pain in the ass."

Maverick smirked and laid down next to Art, "Come here," he hooked his arms around the cougar and pulled him down. Art grinned as he snuggled against his lover. They nuzzled noses together and both soon gave into exhaustion. They fell asleep within each other's arms.

Art woke up wondering if last night was all a dream. It wasn't. He found Maverick had his arms and legs wrapped up around him. He grinned and gave the tiger a smooch to his lips. Maverick purred in response, "Hey there handsome."

"Hey cutie," Art chuckled as he nuzzled against Maverick.

"Last night was amazing," the tiger squeezed his limbs tight around Art.

"Heh, we never got cleaned up last night," said Art, realizing his stomach fuzz was matted from Mavericks load.

"Let's go shower then," Maverick gave Art a kiss before standing up.

Art sat up and watched the tiger get dressed. The tiger then handed Art the clothes he was stripped of last night. After both were dressed Art grabbed them some towels and they headed down the hallway to the dorm showers.

"We get the luxury shower," said Art as he pushed back the curtain on the handicap stall.

Art hung up the towels as Maverick stripped down again. The tiger then turned Art around and stripped the cougar of his clothes. Art chuckled as Maverick lifted him up out of his chair. The tiger looked around.

"How does this work?" Maverick asked, "Can't clean us up when my hands are full."

Art shook his head, "Flip that panel down, it's a chair."

Maverick popped a latch on the wall and a chair flipped down. He set Art down with a grin and flipped the shower on. He fiddled with the knob a bit till he was satisfied with the temperature. He then pressed himself between Arts legs and pushed into a hot, passionate kiss with him. The two of them made out while the water rained down on them, soaking their fur.

The shower curtain was then flung open, "I KNEW IT!" Jorn shouted, "Gearr, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"The bet was if they had sex," said Gearr, coming into view.

Art glared at them, and then to Maverick, "Really guys? Kind of having a personal moment. Did you tell them?"

Maverick blushed as he nuzzled his nose against Arts, "Gearr and I talked about it. He encouraged I go ahead and talk to you."

Art smiled, "Well, I guess I'll have to thank Gearr later. Right now, we're trying to get cleaned up from last night."

"Bye guys," Maverick closed the curtain on them.

"Hah, I win," they heard Jorn tell Gearr.

The two of them took the stall next to them. Art shook his head and then gasped as Maverick was rubbing on his balls, having grabbed some soap, the tiger started to lather up the cougar's body.

"So," came Gearrs voice from the stall next to them, "You guys official?"

"Uhm..." said Maverick, having realized neither of them really asked.

"Of course," said Art with a grin, Maverick smiled and gave him a kiss, "Pretty sure at this point."

"Yay!" said Jorn, "We can go on double dates."

"That could be fun," said Art, "We accept."

"Taking the reins, huh?" said Maverick with a grin.

"Yup," Art giggled.

"Oh!" said Jorn excitedly, "We can have a four way!"

Art palmed his face, shaking his head, "Not subtle at all, are you?"

Jorn poked his head into their stall, "Got this one life to live goober, and may as well live a little."

"We accept," said Maverick.

"It's a date!" Jorn giggled as he flipped back around into his stall.

"Now who's taking the reins?" Art chuckled before he was quickly silenced by Maverick with another kiss.