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Chapter 4: First Day

"Come on man, get out of bed. We're gonna be late to class," Markus complained with a frown as he nudged his new roommate on the shoulder.

Chris groaned and rolled over while throwing the covers off to inadvertently reveal his morning wood.

The erection caught Marcus' attention immediately. "Uh, why are you horny?" he asked curiously as he stared.

Chris tried to cover up his embarrassment with the sheet. However, it was already too late. "It's... morning wood. I dont know about furs but human guys get it pretty often when they sleep," he tried to explain awkwardly as his heart raced in his embarrassment. He was relieved when he noticed that his suitcase had been delivered overnight at the foot of his bed. He desperately tried to open it, while his nervous fingers fumbled at the zippers, before he started donning clothes to conceal his erection from Marcus' prying eyes.

Marcus shrugged and turned to get some supplies off his desk. "Whatever you say, man. Do you need to take care of it before we go?" he offered with a sigh.

"No, it's fine," Chris, replied as felt his face flush again. "What do I need to bring with me to class today?" he asked more to change the subject than to actually know the answer.

Marcus motioned at his desk as he explained. "Notebook paper and a pen... You shouldn't need anything else. We're going to Professor Meyers' class today. Classes last for three hours. Then we will have an hour break for lunch. The class continues for another three hours after we return from lunch. There's a different class each day of the week. It is quicker than going to multiple classes per day."

Chris snatched up a notebook and pen from his desk before following Marcus out of the dorm and toward the classrooms, while trying in vain to hide his tented pants until his morning wood finally faded.

They met Maya again as they headed for the classrooms, where Marcus introduced her to Chris properly this time. Maya was wearing a loose long-sleeved shirt, a short skirt, and calf-high boots, which showed off her thighs and the short fluffy tail sprouting from her well-rounded backside.

Maya curtsied slightly towards Chris after the introduction. "Human, eh? You'll be fun," she observed with relatively high pitched and squeaky voice, which was accompanied by a similar pitched giggle after the comment.

However, Chris wasn't quite sure what the comment meant.

"I haven't taken him there yet. He only arrived yesterday and we need to let him get settled in and used to the university first. Maybe he will be ready next week. See you in class," Marcus responded with a wink.

Chris waved as they parted ways. He watched as Maya went to meet up with a group of fur girls in the plaza. The smile she threw back at him didn't go without notice. Chris decided to question Marcus as they neared the classrooms. "Taken me where?" he asked curiously.

Marcus grinned but avoided the question. "You'll see" was his only response as they entered the classroom.

They took seats at the middle of the room, before Chris looked around to examine the other furs present. He noticed most of them were canines or felines. However, in some cases it was a bit difficult to tell them apart. The only real differences in those were the length of their snouts and bushiness of their tails. Fur patterns and colors seemed to be the easiest way to tell. The majority of the felines seemed to support orange or white fur, adorned with stripes or spots, while the canines tended to have black, brown, or grey fur and few markings. Chris saw Maya enter along with the other girls in which she had been gossiping and noticed most of them sat at the back of the class to continue their conversations. Maya was the only rabbit hybrid he saw in the classroom. However, there were a few others who were just as short, if not shorter than she was. However, they resembled mice. He couldn't miss the couple equine, or horse-like furs present as well. They appeared to possess human-like hands but they were powerfully built. He noticed they had hooves in place of feet as well. Their heads and snouts were elongated even more so than the canine furs. They had large alien like eyes on the sides of their heads. They all stood head and shoulders above the rest of the class. He was sure they were at least seven or eight feet tall. He was impressed with their broad shouldered and bulky muscular bodies, which failed to mesh well with the chairs and desks they were expected to utilize. Unfortunately, no reptilian or otherwise non-mammal furs were present today, which was almost disappointing to him.

Professor Meyers stood from his desk, welcoming everyone to the class and waited for them to quiet before he began his lecture. "I'm sure most of you remember me from last year. However, for those of you who are new to University this year, I'm professor Meyers. I'm one of the Genetic Engineering specialists here in Furton. This is the Genetics and Hybrid Biology class," he began before motioned to Chris and continued. "I'm sure some of you have met our newcomer here already. Chris is the first human student we've had at the University in three years. He's already expressed to me a great interest in meeting and learning about all of you," he introduced with a fond smile.

Chris flushed as the eyes of the classroom turned on him. Most of those eyes showed excitement or kindness. However, a few expressed boredom or even resentment. He vaguely wondered what the previous human student had been like and whether they may have done something to set a poor precedent for him. His thoughts were interrupted as professor Meyers continued.

"Now, for our first order of business we'll discuss hybrid aging," the professor announced before he began the days lesson.

Chris could tell some of the furs present were obviously unhappy that he had used the term 'hybrid' rather than 'fur'.

"Aside from Chris there, and me, everyone in this room is around four years old. This comes as a shock to most humans, but hybrids exhibit signs of greatly accelerated growth rate when compared to humans. This is, for better or worse, a side effect of combining human and animal DNA," Meyers lectured as he picked up a remote from his desk to dim the lights before turning on a projector, which bathed the wall behind him in light. Images and videos showing the process of hybrid creation, from start to finish, played across the screen as Meyers narrated. "In order to initiate the creation of a hybrid, we combine the desired species' DNA with a specially designed retrovirus. The virus is then injected into a human egg cell. The egg is carefully attached to the uterine wall of a birthing host. Hosts are women who volunteer to bear hybrid children. As the egg grows and develops, the animal DNA contained within it begins to overwrite many portions of the cell's original human DNA, which causes the developing embryo to alter itself. Instead of producing a human child, a hybrid child is created," he lectured as he switched projector to a rather grotesque video of an otherwise attractive human girl giving birth to an equine baby. The sheer size of the infant distending her belly before it could be fully squeezed out was astounding. "In this particular example, an equine hybrid is being birthed. Equines are much larger than human infants are at the time of labor. They are anywhere from two to three times a human infant's size. This is one of the factors attributed to the relatively low population of equine hybrids here. In too many cases both the birthing host and the child are killed in the process due to incompatible anatomy," he continued to lecture. "Unfortunately, all hybrids created to date, male or female, have proven completely sterile, which renders them incapable of having children of their own. We have not been able to discern the reason for this sterility despite our greatest efforts. Therefore, we have been unable to correct it. Perhaps one day, you all may be able to have children of your own. However, for now all Hybrids are created one at a time, unrelated to one another. Many of you consider each other brothers or sisters, and indeed, in many such cases the same animal DNA and the same birthing hosts were used. However it is still a technically incorrect use of the terms," he droned on as the projector continued to click to the next slide.

Chris took notes throughout the lecture. He was surprised to hear of the sterility issues amongst furs. He had always thought that once two furs of the same type were created, they were able to reproduce as any human pair could. It was astounding to think that all of the furs in the city, which had to number into the thousands, were individually created by scientists like professor Meyers. Each one of them was birthed from a human woman according to his notes. While thinking on that, he raised his hand to signal he had a question for the professor. "So, what about the insectoid, reptilian, and aquatic furs?" he asked nervously. He was sure fact that he used the term furs rather than hybrids, as the professor had, was quickly noticed and approved by his classmates. He was confident that even some of those who had looked at him with resentment before seemed to lighten their moods towards him slightly.

"What do you mean?" Meyers responded for clarification.

"Well, in nature, all insects and most reptiles and aquatic species are born from eggs, rather than having live young. If a human female is used as a birthing host to those types of furs, do you get a newborn or an egg? For that matter, how did you manage to combine non-mammalian DNA with human eggs? Separate families of species are supposed to be completely incompatible with one another. Even primates are unable to impregnate humans," Chris elaborated on his question as he found himself leaning forward in his chair in anticipation of the answer. He couldn't miss some of the furs around him nodded in agreement with his question. He figured they must have been wondering the same thing themselves.

Meyers turned off the projector with the remote before answering. "How we combined non-mammalian DNA with human DNA was actually an accident. As it happens, the retrovirus used to deliver the desired species' DNA to a human egg cell is still capable of delivering many of the traits from that DNA, mammalian or otherwise, to the target cells. The egg contains half of the chromosomes needed for a child, the other half are taken, sometimes at random, from the animal species. Since no sperm are used in the fertilizing process, incompatibility between the two species is a mute point," Meyers explained as he stepped towards the class. "The answer to your original question is all hybrids are born live. Even those whose animal DNA comes from egg-laying species are born live. Regardless of appearance, all hybrids are technically mammals, since they are produced from a human or mammalian egg cell. Oftentimes, the births for non-mammalian hybrids are dangerous. For example, insectoid hybrids must be born prematurely. The birthing host is given synthetic hormones, which initiate the birthing process roughly one week before a natural birth would occur. Without doing so, the insectoid becomes active before exiting the uterus, and will try to claw or eat its way out rather than passing through the vaginal canal as intended. Aquatic hybrids must be birthed underwater, or they will suffocate within seconds of leaving the birthing host's body. Reptilian hybrids have hard, sharp scales, and can cause damage to the host's uterus and vaginal canal if birthed naturally, so they must be birthed by caesarian section in order to avoid trauma to the host. Obviously these reasons are why we mostly see mammalian-derived hybrids, and why very few non-mammalian hybrids currently exist," Meyers explained thoroughly.

Chris nodded as he continued taking notes while Meyers answered his questions. After another two hours of lecturing about the hybrid creation process, Meyers dismissed the class for lunch.

Maya caught up with Chris and Marcus as they headed toward the commissary. "You're not like the last one," she observed with a squeak.

Chris returned a puzzled look for her comment. "Not like the last what?" he asked with a concern.

"Human... The last human always called us hybrids instead of furs. He wasn't interested in befriending anyone here at all. A lot of us think he may have been gathering information about us to take back outside the city. Maybe he thought he could use it to slander us like so many humans do," Maya explained with a frown burrowed deep across her cute pouty face.

"So what happened to him?" Chris pressed the conversation to satisfy his curiosity.

"He got himself killed," Marcus interjected gruffly. "He got into an argument with one of the Reptilians while he was snooping around the factory district asking nosy questions. The dumbass got his head bitten clean off for it too. It takes a lot to make a reptilian mad. Whatever he did to piss off that reptile must have been pretty bad. He probably deserved his fate. Still, he's the only human to have ever been killed by a fur. Of course, ever since then the outside media has been making us out to be mindless, rabid animals. Honestly I'm surprised they let you in here as a student," he continued as he felt a twinge of paranoia. He couldn't help, but wonder just how Chris had been accepted.

"I don't know how I was accepted either. They wouldn't even allow me to apply. I was shocked when I received the notice. You can't imagine how happy I was when I received it though," Chris replied with a shrug of his shoulders before he caught an odd look from Markus. He wasn't sure if the man believed his story. "A lot of people out there hate furs for no real reason, other than being different. My mom is one of them. Sometimes, I can't stand her because of it. I try to keep an open mind, though. So far, I haven't met a fur that hasn't been nice to me. Admittedly, I haven't met many yet," he tried to explain how he felt further. However, he wondered if his words were helping him.

"That'll change. Maybe after you are settled in Marcus will bring you to the club. I'm looking forward to seeing what you think of it!" Maya replied with an excited glint in her eye and a mischievious grin.

"Club?" Chris questioned with a curious look. He noticed Marcus shook his head at Maya, as if signaling to change the subject before she nodded in agreement back at him.

"When you're ready for it, you'll see. Marcus is a good judge of character. He'll know when to take you. I'm gonna go catch up with the girls. See you guys later!" Maya assured before she trotted away from the boys. However, she paused to turn around to blow a kiss back their way before leaving their sight.

The rest of their day went by quickly. After lunch, they returned to Meyers' classroom where they listened to him drone on about the differences between human and hybrid anatomy, which was followed by how hybrid creation could fail or cause various abnormalities in a very broad and generic manner. It was explained there would be more specific discussions as the class progressed throughout the year. When they finally got back to the dorm room, Chris was mentally exhausted. He didn't even bother to undress before collapsing on his bed and falling asleep.

***

At some point during the night, he stirred as he heard Marcus huffing on the other side of the room. He carefully turned his head slightly to see the cause of the noise was while trying to hide the fact that he was awake. He saw Marcus was kneeling in front of his desk, while staring at what Chris assumed were porn pictures flashing on his computer screen. He could see that Marcus' sheath was pulled back, which revealed an engorged and glistening canine penis sticking out from his pelvis. He noticed Markus had one paw wrapped around the shaft, which was stroking his length, while the other squeezed the massive knot at the base. He could hear Marcus as he whimpered and groaned, while spraying thin spurts of translucent pre-ejaculate from the tip of his member. Chris couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched in wonder, when he realized that every time Markus squeezed his knot the man would squirt again in a seemingly never-ending ejaculation. Chris was sure the spectacle lasted at least five minutes, before Marcus' hips began to twitch. Chris licked his lips as he watched his roommate thrust into his hand before much larger stream of liquid began to spray from his member with every thrust of his hips and squeeze of his knot while he moaned in his ecstasy. Chris' mouth salivated while he continued to stare as Marcus coated the floor with his seed for another ten minutes or so. He hadn't even realized it was possible to have an orgasm last as long as what he had just witnessed. By the time, Marcus' member began to shrink Chris could see there was a sizeable puddle at the foot of his desk, which glistened in the moonlight.

Chris noticed his own erection was throbbing after watching Marcus masturbate. He had never even considered the possibility that he might be anything other than straight. Not once before coming here, had he ever thought of another male, human or otherwise, in a sexual manner. However, after seeing Marcus' sheath that first day, and now watching him orgasm for ten minutes straight while completely oblivious that he was being watched, made Chris begin to question his sexuality. His imagination conjured up erotic scenarios between himself and the other furs from class, both male and female. A growing curiosity poked at the back of his mind as if to instigate the situation further. After Chris was sure beyond a doubt, Marcus was sleeping soundly. He quietly crawled out of his bed and across the room to Marcus' desk. He remained kneeling to inspect the large wet puddle of ejaculate, which the canine had generated. The sheer volume was astounding. He had seen Marcus' balls beneath his sheath. They were large. They were larger than his own were by far. However, it still seemed impossible that they could have generated the amount of ejaculate pooling before him now. Chris reached out and touched the puddle. The sticky liquid was stringing between his fingers like spider webs as he pulled his hand back. He hesitantly brought it up to his mouth, before his tongue flicked out to his fingertips to taste the semen. It was salty. More so, than his own, and had a coppery aftertaste. It was like sucking on a penny. Chris shed his own clothes as quietly as he could, until he was naked with his erection in the moonlight. He scooped up a handful of Marcus' cum from the puddle on the floor before gripping his own member in the same hand. He used the cum as lube as he stroked his throbbing flesh. The feeling of the canine's juice slickening his hand and cock was intense. He finally noticed the porn, which Marcus had been looking at once he finally looked up as he masturbated. The computer was set to play a slideshow of images, which showed mostly canine furs copulating. The better part of the images showed a male and female rutting. Nevertheless, some were male on male, and a couple was even female on female. Chris gripped his member tighter as his stroking became feverish while he watched the images flash before his eyes. He stared at the swollen triangular pussies of the female furs as well as the massive knots adorning the members of the male furs. On occasion, a non-canine fur would pop up. There was the rare feline, mouse, or even rabbit furs looking similar to Maya. Chris tried to stifle his grunts as he finally pushed himself over the brink. He continued gripping his erect cock as it pulsed to launch strings of thick white cum into the same spot where Marcus had deposited his own load. Chris noted the difference between the two fluids as they splashed together. He noticed Marcus' cum was almost clear and much thinner, while his own was thick and near solid white. He was unsure if the difference was caused by Marcus' sterility or his animal DNA. He nearly chuckled at his odd but interesting observation to make mid-orgasm. After relieving himself, Chris snuck back to his own bed and fell asleep. He never even realized he forgot about his clothes.

The next morning, Chris woke to the unpleasant feeling of being stuck to his sheets. Marcus' spunk had dried into glue, which caused his own member to stick to his leg. Of course, his leg was stuck to the bedding as well. He tried to hide the discomfort as he woke. He blushed at the realization he had forgotten to put his clothes back on after his little experimentation during the night.

It was a fact that was not lost on Marcus, who said nothing but stared, as Chris got out of bed naked.

Chris donned his clothes as quickly as he could, while feeling his face flush. He felt his member start to rise once more despite his embarrassment. However, he was able to keep it contained this time. Nevertheless, he couldn't be sure if Marcus knew about what he had done last night. He was sure the canine gave him knowing looks or maybe just flirtatious glances while he dressed. Chris shot a discrete glance towards Marcus' desk and noted that the pornography the monitor had displayed throughout the night was no longer playing. The spot on the floor where the puddle of their combined cum had been was now clean. He thought he could detect a scent of bleach lingering in the air. His class for today would be mathematics, followed by language and writing tomorrow. Then on Thursday were hybrid history and world relations. Friday was Chris' least favorite class of the lot, World Geography. Despite as much of an interest in science as he had, geography had always bored him. It was nothing more than maps and pointless memorization in his mind.

During the hybrid history and world relations course, Chris learned one very important thing about the furs at the university. Since his arrival and first class, he had immediately noticed that the environment seemed more like middle school or high school in terms of maturity. The majority of content they were being taught was clearly college level, but all of the furs here behaved in the same manner as humans would during early to mid grade school. They gossiped, giggled, snickered, flirted, told secrets or spread rumors, and in general behaved in a way, which betrayed the level of mental maturity they were supposed to have at their younger age.

The hybrid history and world relations professor explained during the latter half of his lecture that, due to the accelerated growth exhibited by furs or going from a newborn to a physically mature young adult in less than a year, which was most common, caused a 'lagging behind' of emotional development. They were technically far ahead of humans at the same age, but not those at the same physical development. The mind of the fur could not keep up with their body. Therefore, by the time, a fur was three to four years old as were most in Chris' classes, their mental development was at a similar point to that of a human teen despite their physical development being completely adult. Obviously, this was one of the many factors, which caused conflict between outsiders and furs. Humans often had trouble understanding the maturity level of furs.

In addition, furs could often be more or less emotional than the average human due to differences in their brain chemistry. The professor stated that most mammalian furs, canines, and felines in particular, often displayed rapid shifts in mood, going from calm to overly excited or moody quite quickly. Equines seemed to stay relatively level headed and even tempered, while the rodent hybrids like rabbits and mice were known for being overly chipper, enthusiastic, and rarely in a poor mood. Reptilians were, surprisingly, some of the calmest furs, speaking in level tones and never reacting quickly unless threatened. Insectoids were the opposite, and were often brash and aggressive. They easily took idle comments as personal insults or threats. The last group, the aquatic hybrids, tended to be emotionally mute. They displayed few, if any, human emotional states and often spoke in monotone. They never angered or displayed any eagerness or excitement.

Of course, Chris became rather uncomfortable when several fellow students began to complain about the humans blaming furs for the brutal violence that had broken out across the globe over the last few years during the human relations lectures. He hadn't even known there had been a connection between the violence and the furs. He was educated rather quickly when he mention it as well. Evidently, there were reports that only a hybrid would be as brutal as some of the attacks were which seemed ridiculous to Chris. The drug cartels were historically brutal. He just figured this was another example of conspiracy theorists and journalist sensationalism. However, he knew never to speak of it now, because there were plenty who found it rather upsetting. He didn't blame them either after he thought about it long enough.

Chris struggled, as he felt overwhelmed as the week continued. Over the course of the week, Maya, and a few other furs, he met made mention of "the club," which he had heard discussed previously. However, none of them would tell him what it was. He grew frustrated at Marcus as his roommate continued to keep the secret stubbornly despite how many times he asked about it. It seemed as if he was the only one not in the loop regarding the mysterious club, whether it was a place or group. However, after cautiously asking Meyers about it, he realized he was not alone. The professor responded that he had never heard of such a thing either. Chris was assured none of the hybrids had ever mentioned it to him. It seemed like some kind of University-wide secret that no one would talk about but everyone knew about it. It just served to make it even more frustrating and intriguing.

Chris noticed Marcus made a habit of leaving his computer running porn during the night. However, as far as Chris knew he hadn't masturbated since the first time. He was half convinced Marcus wanted him to look at the porn to develop an interest in fur sexuality, while not playing any direct role. He almost wished Marcus was trying to get him interested enough to want him. However, that seemed like a long shot.

On the other hand, Chris had no disillusions about Maya's interest in him. He couldn't fail to notice how each day she wore something a little more revealing, a little more shear. She was constantly blowing kisses to him as she smiled at him from across the plaza or classroom. She hung out with Marcus and Chris more often each day, as well. Eventually, she introduced to him some of the other girls with whom she was always chatting. One of them was Leah, a wolf or husky-like canine fur while another was Kyra, a tiger-striped feline.

Chris readily recognized Leah as the 'better than thou' type. She was the kind of girl who had done something or someone to get to the top of the school popularity list. She expected everyone to recognize that as well. Most of the other furs did, too. However, Chris was more skeptical. At one point, he heard her talking about her 'boyfriend' who was a fur named Blake. However, Chris had never met or seen him personally.

Kyra wasn't quite as aloof as Leah was, but wasn't quite as approachable as Maya either. She was often silent, and seemed rather calm whenever Chris saw her. She only spoke when spoken to and remained very disciplined when she did speak. Whenever she wasn't in classes, she could be found in the garden at the center of the plaza. She would be relaxing in the sun, reading, meditating, or on occasion practicing some form of tai chi, a physical art form, which she performed beautifully. Chris loved her smooth and sultry voice, as it carried rolling R's in what sounded like a strange cross between a Russian and oriental accent.

Over the weekend, they had no classes to attend. Therefore, Chris spent most of his time hanging out in the plaza with Marcus and the girls. Unfortunately, despite the free time, they were unable to leave the University grounds to explore the other districts of the city. According to Marcus, the service district was only open during the weekdays and every other weekend. The other parts of the city were off limits to students without prior approval, which Chris didn't have. He was sure it was to prevent them from getting into trouble or upsetting the other residents of the dome. Of course, he had no desire to repeat the mistakes of the previous human student either.

On Sunday night, Chris finally had the courage to bring up the subject of Marcus' computer about what he had been displaying on it every night.

"I was wondering when you'd notice it," Markus replied with a toothy grin.

Chris raised an eyebrow at him and chose his words carefully. "I noticed it days ago. I just didn't want to say anything. Usually that kind of thing is private for humans," he explained while he tried his best not to reveal his excitement.

Marcus nodded, clicking open the risqué images on his screen once more while Chris sat beside him, watching. "Despite how many humans seem to hate furs, there's a pretty big market for fur porn outside the dome. A lot of the residents here make quite a bit of money on this side creating these pictures and videos and selling them on the internet," Markus explained as he scanned through dozens of images.

"And apparently to students in the university as well...," Chris teased with a slight chuckle.

"No, no, I didn't have to pay for these. A friend of mine owns a photography store over in the service district. He pays other furs to come in and do photo shoots like this. He sends me copies for free," Markus declared with pride.

Chris mused at the thought of having public adult photo shoots in the service district. Apparently, they didn't go by the same decency laws here that humans abided outside the dome. "So why have you been leaving your monitor on and showing these pictures all night?" he finally inquired again curiously.

Marcus stuttered a bit, as he found his response, "Well... it was a test," he finally blurted.

"A test? How is this a test?" Chris protested, but paused to think before he continued. "And more importantly, did I pass?" he inquired with a hinting smile.

"Well, I dont know. Answer a question and I'll tell you if you passed or not," Markus replied once he stifled his laughter.

"Alright, shoot, what do you want to know?" Chris agreed to answer enthusiastically.

"Well, you've seen the pictures for a few days now. Can you tell me whether you like them? Do you find them exciting? Do you think you'd be interested in participating...?" Marcus questioned but trailed off on the last bit, as if trying to avoid giving away some secret.

Chris thought to himself for a moment, going over the possible responses and reactions in his head. "Despite the fact that I'm a human and not a fur, I do like them. They are very exciting. As for participating... I dont know exactly what you mean. However, if you're implying that I should have sex with a fur, I'd say I would be eager to try it, though very nervous," he answered very carefully.

"That sounds like a pass to me. Tell you what; give me a day or two. I'll see about getting you into the club, but try to keep it secret, okay? I won't tell you what it is until we get there. However, if they allow you in you can't ever tell anyone about it who hasn't been there themselves, okay?" Markus replied with a toothy grin.

Chris nodded his agreement before heading back to his bed. It was late, and he knew that his sleep would be troubled with questions of what could be in store for him.