Rubbing Lamps
‘Rubbing Lamps' A commission by SPAMZZKRR An eerie silence loamed over the campus as the street lights burned away. Only celestial stars and the high guardian moon beamed upon the scene as the cool wind whipped up the leaves of the sycamore trees. A student or two rush from building to building in fear of being caught by the on coming cold as a study or two booms muffled music across the scene. For many, this is a time for work and study. Not for Dave. "WWOOO!!!" cried Dave as he stumbled down the corridor with a lampshade on his head and a bottle in his hand; drifting between the two walls and bouncing off them. He soon stops and stares inebriated at the worn golden numbers. Forty eight, this was his room. With a short countdown he readied himself. "Three...Two...One..." He shunted himself through the door and rushed to the desk; grabbing Rob in a head lock and banging on his crown. "Hello brainiac," he chuckled, slurring his words slightly, "Anyone home?" Rob did little to restrain him and simply replied to his tipsy room-mate, "Evening Dave..." "Alright mate! I-AM-WASTED!!!" Sitting sideways on his chair and leaning on the back, Rob initiated a little countdown of his own as Dave stumbled into the bathroom. "Three...Two...One..." "BBBLLLEEEUUUUGGGHHH!!!!!" Rob found Dave with his head resting on the toilet bowl in a deep sleep. "Why do I put up with this?" he asked himself. Wiping away some of the sick and pulling the lug over his shoulder he escorted him back into the main study and onto his bed; making sure to lay him sideways to stop him throwing up again. Rob was a jock of the university. A large man of toned muscles and short, scruffy brown hair. He normally wore a simple white shirt with orange rims and orange ‘DAVE 22' printed large on the front, completed with haggard jeans. As prop in the rugby team, Dave was widely respected. Not the brightest man, Dave relied on Rob to get him through University. Rob, however was completely different to Dave. A recluse fellow, Rob kept himself to himself and prefers that people respect his space. He wore much dark clothes of denim material. He normally had a ‘Green Day' shirt on and his hair was a spiked rainbow mohawk. He had eyebrow and nipple rings and tattoos; a proper stereotype. Usually a dark and moody person (a repercussion of his lack of popularity), he seemed to lighten up around Dave. He did not choose a study with Dave but he was glad the two met. Rob was homosexual and carried a secret crush for Dave. Dave was heterosexual and more homophobic than the KKK. With Dave safely in bed, Rob returned to his computer screen. Although he finished Dave's paper weeks ago yet he still had his own to finish. With his tunes blaring through his headphones he began his long night of work as Dave slept safely behind him.
"Morning class," bellowed the lecturer from the middle of the hall, "I hope everyone has their papers to hand in." Dave, being the bimbo loving party animal that he was, had not done his paper himself. He understood that Rob had a secret crush for him (which he thought could be a simple joke and used this as a motive to get him to do his work. Any assignment or paper he was told to do was done by Dave. He looked anxious at his watch and scanned the crowd for any sign of Dave. The door opened suddenly from the back as the hall turned to see Rob standing at the top of the stairs. He was drenched in sweat and had heavy bags under his eyes. Making his way down the stairs he quickly slipped the paper to Dave and took a seat at the front. "Those people who are late to my lecture annoy me. Do you want to annoy me?" questioned the astute lecturer. "No," replied Rob, shaking his head and catching his breath. "Good. Since we understand each other I shall begin?" As the lecturer began to shuffle through his pile of papers a ball of paper struck the back of Rob's head. He unscrewed the paper and read the note, ‘Hey Brainiac! Stop listining to yor crap music and maybey you wont be late next tim!' He could tell the note was from Dave (ergo the bad spelling) as he heard him and a couple of girls giggled behind him. Rob knew that he was being bullied by Dave but he never wanted to admit it. His heart was so fluster with Dave that his brain ignored all the humiliated. Everyday he tried desperately to get Dave to like him and everyday it become much more difficult. He worked his fingers to the bone for someone who cared little for what he did or said. The lecture was soon over as the students poured out of the hall. Rob was packing his stuff into his bag as the teacher approached him, "Robert. I have been skimming through the projects and I have come to yours. You are lacking a lot in workload." "I am sorry Sir," stumbled Rob wiping his tired eyes, "I had to rush a lot of it." "Rush? You had five weeks. That is no excuse Robert. I think you need to send the rest of your free time playing catch up." Rob knew that he needed a good grade to complete the semester.
Again another night drew in with the cooling night air calling forth the coming darkness which will engulf the campus. Rob sat at his desk with his hand on his arm as he solemnly read his book. Dave was spraying on his deodorant by the mirror, getting ready to go to another party. "What you doing tonight Rob?" he asked while he combed his hair. "Just sit in and read I guess," grumbled Rob. "Oi what's your problem?" "You actually!" he began, "I did that project for you which gave me no time for mine. I had to spend all my free time finishing mine and I don't even get a 'thank you'." "Oh calm down gay boy. Fuckin' chill out!" Dave gave him a firm slap on the back as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Unlike you, I'm going to have some fun. Don't wait up for me dear!" Dave loved to tease Rob as he walked out the door. Rob was sick and tired of his attitude as he slammed his book shut. As he gave a deep sigh he spotted something he had never seen before. Just outside the window, in the bushes outside, sat a shining object outside. It glinted gently in the moonlight as if to tease him into taking a closer look.
The room was a warm crimson colour with no doors or windows. A large, double bed sat in the middle as candles flowed sensually around the circumference of the room. The light glitter made the mood very inviting. In between the silk sheets laid a ginger wolf of enticing features. She wore thin, black panties and bra which struggled to contain her large pair. She had no sign of age with her long, fluffy hair and cute facial qualities. She bit her lip as another figure moved closer. The larger fox stood in only his tight, white pants. He had large toned muscles and a huge barrelled chest. He was a light blue colour and a thin beard. The wolfess began to rub herself in anticipation of her genie husband. "You ready big boy?" she giggled. "Always." She pulled away her bra and panties and pulled him closer. He pounced onto the body and lined his huge member up to her willing wife's entrance.
Dave burst through the door like he did every night along with a companion. The pair were locked in a deep kiss as they fell onto the body. "Oh God! I wanna fuck you! You're so hot!!!" Dave pulled away and rushed into the kitchen, "I'm just getting some drinks. Don't move." Rob was laying on his bed when the two came in. He had found a strange lamp outside and his attention had been transfixed upon it for the whole evening. It was an Arabian style lamp made from pure gold yet it's simple shimmer brought a smile to Rob's face. The drunken girl sat up and stared odiously at him, "What the hell are you doing?" He did not remove his interest from the lamp as he began to polish it's smoothed surface. "Just seeing if I can..." The lamp jumped from his hand and hit the floor. It rumbled ecstatically and shook from side to side. Light burst from the funnel and the room began to heat up. A ancient mist burst forth from the lamp as it took shape. A large genie stood puzzled in the middle of the room making the girl run from the room in horror. Rob noticed his naked state (and his tremendous hard-on). "What the...fuck? Shantel?" He found a wide eyed Rob staring back at him in awe and confusion at the large anthro fox. "Who the fuck are you!?!!?" "I'm...Rob." "Then where the fuck is my," the genie noticed the lamp on the floor, "wife... Did you rub the lamp?" "Er...yeah..." "Why the hell did you do that?!!? You fucking idiot!!" "I'm sorry," Rob looked guilty at the genie, "Nice boner by the way." "Are you a queer or something?" "Yeah." The genie held his head in his hands, "Just great. I'm stuck in here with a gayboy." Rob had had enough; he could take the abuse from Dave but not from this freak. "Fuck off mate I get enough of this." "Putting your penis in another man's body is just an abomination." Rob's anger just grew, "Yeah well I wish you could see it from my point of view." The genie paused as panic appeared on his face, "What did you say? Did you say...'I wish'...?" The genie began to disappear again; back into the smoke form for which he appeared. The smoke veiled Rob as it seeped into his very being through his eyes, nose and mouth. He could feel his body change around him; fur bursting through his flesh and his muscles bulging through his shirt. The tail ripped and tore away his trousers as fangs and ears grew from his smaller ones. His tattoos, piercing and hair stayed but his whole being became grander. He had merged with the genie. Rob looked baffled at himself. His new hands and fur left strange. His heart burned with desire. He also had received the genie's massive erection. Feelings flooded into Rob's mind; anger, happiness, bewilderment, fear. He became sentimental as he rushed into the kitchen to find Dave. "DAVE!! LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!!" Dave became fearful as the new Rob rushed in. He was caught by complete surprise as he rubbed his drunken eyes. "Who the fuck?!!??" "It's me...Rob." Dave looked empty at his new roommate before a familiar smile formed, "Oh yeah. I could tell by the stupid hair." "Dave I love you. I want you." Rob's new emotional rush even surprised himself. He had never believed he would have told Dave his feelings. He couldn't believe he had said what he said. He also received an unexpected response. "YOU WHAT!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!!! Oh my God you fucking loser. Get the fuck out my way I got a bird to pound." "She's gone actually!" Rob gave him a wicked smile as Dave readied the wine bottle, "You son of a bitch..." With a quick swipe to the face being blocked, Rob gave him a sharp back hand to the face sending him spinning onto the kitchen room table. He was unconscious and helpless. Various perverted thoughts ran through his mind. "He is out cold," he thought, "And I have waited for this moment for so long. I need him so bad." Opening a near-by counter he pulled out a bottle of cooking oil. Whipping away his belt and tearing away his jeans to expose his virgin, shrivelled hole. He delicately poured the oil over his length and onto the entrance. He worked the tight entrance with his large fingers to open up his cute stud. He positioned the head of his shaft to the hole as Dave groggily came round. "Oh...God what happened?" "Morning beautiful, this is your wake-up call!" Without hesitation he thrust the whole staff into Dave; he squealed in pain as he gripped the sides of the table firmly as Rob hilted himself inside of him to just above the knot. Dave tried desperately to pull himself from the table as Rob held him down by placing his hand concrete on his back. "Do you like that Dave, huh?" he asked with a huge smile as Dave squirmed underneath him, "Do you like me inside of you? I did everything for you and you don't even respect me. I'll teach you to respect me." Rob began his rhythmic thrusts with each one opening Dave up more and more. Dave cried aloud and grasped for anything he could get his hands on. He grabbed Dave's exposed length and tossed it roughly. Rob began to pant as he began to lick Dave's neck and ear. Rob began to pick up his fucking with it culminating in huge thrusts with his knot pushing through. The pair were close. Dave clenched with hands to Rob's thighs as Rob gave one final thrust; letting lose torrents of cum deep with in Dave's stretched orifice. With warm, salty seed filling his homophobic friend, Dave withdrew with cum dribbling from the worked opening. He slapped the exhausted Dave on the arse as he pulled on Dave's jacket. "Nice jacket Dave. I'll think I'll keep it!" He pulled up Dave's heavy head and gave him a deep kiss as he grabbed a pair of jeans. "I can't wait to see what the guys at the gay bar think of the new me!" (((I guess I'm letting my M/M side out! This is a commission for Mr Mergers. Rob, Dave, Genie, Shantel are under copyright of Mr Mergers.)))