Thomas thrust in the ermine he had against the wall, his legs around the rat’s waist. Their moans competed with the other sounds of sex in the living room until the ermine screamed as Thomas hilted into him and they both came. Thomas caught his breath, then let him down. Among all the guys fucking in the room, Limbani nearly vanished, sandwiched between a bear and gorilla. Kuno had a jaguar bouncing on his lap while he sucked off a buffalo. Thomas noticed Chima in the archway, watching him, but the hyena walked off when Thomas headed in his direction. Thomas had no idea why Chima was keeping his distances since that amazing mid-week fuck session. At first he’d figured it was because of the exams, but those were done now, which was the reason for the party, so if he was still avoiding Thomas, there was another reason. Thomas continued for the archway. There wasn’t much time left before they all went home for the holidays, and he didn’t want this to linger. “Fuck me now,” a calico said, appearing before Thomas, then was kissing him. Thomas kissed the cat back. He’d have time to find the hyena at some other point during the party. If not, there were a few days before they left. The hyena couldn’t avoid him all that time. Thomas shoved the calico against the wall while still kissing him. Grabbed his ass and raised him. He slid his cock between the slick cheeks as the legs closed around his waist. Then he put Chima out of his mind and the cock into the cat. * * * * * “Don’t,” the otter said to Thomas as the rat walked into the kitchen, hard and horny. Still hard and horny. “Love you too, Felix.” Thomas flipped him the bird, and the otter let got of the tiger’s head, kneeled between his legs, to respond in kind. Thomas grabbed a bottle out of the water filled open cooler on the floor next to the fridge, and waved it at the otter. “I’m here for water, not your ass.” He looked into the freezer. “Do we have any ice? The ice chest’s all melted.” “If you want ice, you talk to Kuno.” The otter shoved the sandwich in his mouth while his other hand went back to holding the tiger in place while he fucked that muzzle. * * * * * Thomas groaned in pleasure as the armadillo fucked him. That thick cock felt great. He couldn’t remember why he’d been so against being fucked just a few days ago. Gilbert roared as he came and added to Thomas’s cock moving in Laurence’s ass. The rat hit orgasm, then slumped over the armadillo. “Gil, remember how I suggested we bring him home with us for Thanksgiving?” Laurence panted. “We aren’t bringing him home for the holidays,” Gilbert replied, his weight on Thomas surprisingly comforting. “Colby will just steal him away the whole time, and before you know it, Thomas is going to enroll at U of H, and we have to go the rest of our year here without that great ass.” “Maybe we can transfer there,” Laurence offered. “Unless you plan on asking my opinion about this,” Thomas said, his breathing back to normal. “There are other guys I want to fuck before the night’s over.” Gilbert rolled off. “I never thought I’d say this, but I think you’re going to fuck more guys than Lim. Where the fuck are you getting all that energy? What with your… lineage.” Thomas pulled out of Laurence with a roll of the eyes. “Unlike you guys, once I’m at my grandfather’s cabin I’m not getting any, so this is just me stocking up so I can survive until I get back.” “Just fuck your brother,” Laurence said, then yawned. Thomas snorted, walking away. “He’s sixteen, straight, and hates my guts. Enjoy your rest. I’m going to fuck.” * * * * * “When is Paul going to be here?” Limbani asked, doing a quick tap dance that lacked grace or hard sole shoes. “I’m ready to impress him.” The way the monkey’s hard cock bounced with the foot movement was kind of impressive. Thomas grabbed him and pulled him into the lounge. “He and his mother already left for Florida. I didn’t even get the chance to demonstrate my new skill to him.” Was this the second or third floor lounge? He looked at the guys sprawled over the couches for a clue. “That just means we get to practice more.” Limbani kissed him. Then they were on the floor doing each other. * * * * * Thomas assembled sandwiches as a panther fucked him slowly, arms wrapped around the rat, and hands roaming his chest and stomach. “Your ass is amazing,” he whispered, then yawned. “I could fuck it for the rest of my life.” He opened his muzzle as he pressed it against Thomas’s neck. “No biting,” Thomas snapped as he felt teeth. “Sorry, that’s one thing I never let anyone do.” The panther licked his neck instead, now stroking the rat’s arm. “I could get you to love it.” He nuzzled him. “I’m Jackson. You want to go steady?” Thomas barely held back his laughter. “Sorry,” he said with only a mild chuckle, “but I’m too married to the concept of fucking itself to be swept off my feet by one guy.” The panther opened his mouth, but Thomas tightened his ass. Whatever he’d intended to say came out as a deep moan. Then the guy was too busy fucking him to say anything. Once he was done, Jackson slumped over Thomas, and the rat hauled him to a chair, leaving him with a sandwich and a glass of orange juice before returning to the counter. “Is it my imagination?” Yating asked Firmin from the other end of the counter. “Or has Thomas becoming a top just made his ass that much more appealing?” “If that ass of yours is feeling empty,” Thomas said, rolling his eyes, “I’ll be happy to shove my cock in it.” The badger looked Thomas over, getting hard in the process. “There is something there, that’s for sure,” Firmin replied. “I just can’t tell if it’s because fucking a guy who’ll fuck me back is a turn on, or I’m looking for revenge after being left in a storage closet with cum dripping out of my ass.” Thomas’s ears burned. Not at the sex that happened only a day ago. As clear as those memories were, he had no problem with them. It was the fact he couldn’t quite recall how he moved from one fucking to the other across the campus, or how he’d gotten back to the frat. Or that he couldn’t remember putting his pants back on after fucking Hubert. He had to have done so, since he hadn’t been arrested, but he just couldn’t be certain. “How did you get out of that?” Thomas asked. Firmin grinned. “I gave the janitor a blowjob that’s going to last him the rest of his life.” Henry brought a group of guys to the kitchen, and Thomas had to focus on feeding them. Questions about how it was the guys at the frat always seemed to encounter guys they could suck, fuck, or have fuck them to get out of trouble would have to wait until they were done feeding everyone. Going by how often Limbani and Firmin used sex to get out of them, Thomas could think ninety percent of the campus guys were gay. Then, after the feeding was done, came the after party orgy and Thomas was too busy to think of his questions, focusing instead on all the cock filling every one of his orifices. * * * * * Thomas rushed down the stairs at the sound of the commotion. Laurence and Olavo were holding on to a muscular jaguar in jeans and an Alpha Omega Psi jersey as he tried to fight out of their hold. “You,” he said, mouth foaming as he laid eyes on Thomas. “I’m going to fucking kill you for you part in that.” “What?” Thomas asked, stopping in surprise at the accusation. “You were—” he closed his mouth. He had promised the football player he wouldn’t talk about Thomas fucking him. “Who put you up to it!” “You know this guy?” Laurence asked. “I…” Thomas hesitated. The guy he’d met up during the party on the weekend hadn’t acted like this. He’d been eager to be fucked. This guy acted like Thomas had raped him or something. The jaguar’s gaze shifted above Thomas, and while he hadn’t thought that possible became even angrier. “You set that up! You son of a quad!” Olavo swore as the jaguar nearly shoved him away. Thomas looked over his shoulder. Firmin stood there, grinning like a maniac. “That video fucking got my girl to leave me!” “I’m sorry,” Firmin said, so innocently Thomas wanted to punch him. “Am I supposed to know what you are talking about?” “What the fuck did I do to you to deserve that?” the jaguar yelled. “Firmin,” Laurence asked, “what did you do?” “I?” again with the innocent tone. “Nothing. I mean, if I had to guess at why I might want some form of payback on one Alpha Omega Psi jock in particular, I might be able to think of something, like that mange thing you had to treat, Lav.” “You told me that you didn’t know how you caught that,” the capybara replied. Firmin shrugged. “What would it have helped? It isn’t like we would have done anything. We are far too respectful of the rules. So you understand how it is. I don’t know what he’s talking about.” Olavo cursed in Spanish, glaring at the badger. Thomas’s hands curled into fist and he turned to face Firmin. “What is going on?” Henry demanded from the top of the stairs. Firmin mutters an, ‘Oh shit,’ but he kept grinning. “He ruined my life!” the jaguar yelled. “What did you do, Firmin?” “I didn’t do anything.” Thomas glared at the badger. If the jaguar didn’t do it, Thomas was pretty sure he’d kill the badger himself at this point. “I think the way Thomas is looking at you contracts that,” the bat said. “And that you got him mixed into your revenge.” He muttered something that sounded like. “I hadn’t expected that.” But Thomas was too focused on the badger to pay much attention. The bat walked by them. “Tell me, young man, what is your name?” Henry asked. “He’s got to pay!” “Oh, you can be certain that Firmin will be treated appropriately for what he did. Now, what is your name?” “Ed,” the jaguar snapped. “Edward? How about giving me your last name too? I suppose I deserve that glare. How about if I promise that you will be allowed to whip Firmin’s ass in return?” “Henry,” the badger said in annoyance. “I believe you have acted your way out of any say in what happens from this point forward, Firmin. And you should think about saying anything more unless I decide the whipping of your ass will only be the start.” “Edward Lombardo,” the jaguar said hesitatingly. Sounding like he was calming. Which was fine by Thomas. He was still pissed enough for the two of them. “Edward, allow me to formally apologize on Behalf of all of Sigma Theta Gamma for what Firmin did. If you’ll come with me, we’ll discuss what you consider proper recompense.” “You said I could fuck him up.” “Well, if fucking him is what you want, I’m certain he will—” “Beat the shit out of him,” the jaguar snapped. “I’m straight.” “Ah, that will be on the table, I assure you.” There was grumbling, then motion out of the corner of Thomas’s eye. “Don’t speak,” Henry said as Firmin opened his mouth. “Maybe you should take Thomas upstairs, to his room, so the two of you can discuss what you involved him in.” “Yeah,” Thomas snarled. “We need to talk.” “Olavo, Laurence, you can go about your day. This is being resolved.” The bat led the jaguar to the kitchen. Thomas glared at the badger and pointed up the stairs. “Thomas?” Laurence asked. “We’ll be fine,” Thomas bit the reply. “I’ll make sure to leave enough of him you guys can nurse him back to health.” “He’ll be okay,” Olavo said softly. “You know I’ll see to that.” Thomas followed a resigned badger, then shoved him into his bedroom, slamming the door shut. “What the fuck did you get me in?” Thomas demanded. “What was it, drugs? Because when I was in his bed, he sounded like he fucking loved it.” “I didn’t—” “Don’t fucking lie to me, Firmin! I have no problem being part of your pranks, but I draw the line as ruining some guy’s relationship! Did I rape him?” “What? Of course not, you said he—” “There are drugs, Firmin. Don’t fucking claim you don’t know that, because it’s been brought by the school before every big party that’s been thrown. Did you drug him so he’d want to have sex with me?” “No, of course not, Thomas,” the badger replied in exasperation. “I would not do that to—” “Then how did you do it?” “C’etais moi!” Firmin snapped. “C’es moi que ta fourrer!” Fourrer was French slang for fucking. Thomas remembered that from when another student had mentioned it because of the teacher’s reaction and because Thomas had been a few years younger and… well… sex. “What are you talking about? It was definitely that jaguar I fucked.” “Merde que j’suis ecoeurer! That was me! It’s what I do, okay? I can change my shape! We can all do something! We’re magic!” he sighed in relief. “Finally. You know. You have no idea how tiresome it is to have to walk around and watch what we say all the fucking time.” Thomas raised his hand and took a step back. “Okay. Maybe you need to take a breather.” He backed into someone. The bat was behind him, looking at the badger. “You told him again?” “What do you mean, again?” Firmin asked. “You’re not taking him seriously, are you?” Thomas asked the bat. Henry rubbed the rat’s arm. “It’s okay, Thomas. I’ll make it all okay again.” “Maybe you should think about making him okay. He’s sounding kind of crazy.” “Not to worry, I’ll see to him too,” Henry whispered into Thomas’s ears. Thomas rolled his eyes as he felt the bat’s lips on his neck “Ouch!” he yelled at the bitting. “Don’t—” Thomas momentarily lost track of his thought. “Stop!” he yelled as his head hit the back of the love seat and Henry bottom into him. Thomas wrapped his arms around the panting bat’s neck and kissed him hard and they both came down from their orgasm. Thomas winced at the soreness at his neck and he let his head fall back again. “Did you bite me?” Henry smiled. “You know I respect you too much for that.” The smile turned mischievous. “But I might have taken a nibble or two.” Thomas laughed, then looked down at himself. He was going to need a shower. But that was such a small price to pay for the great sex, and the showers would open the door for more of it. Henry pulled out and stretched. “I have to go back to being the house leader and make sure everything is in order.” The bat threw a pair of pant on Thomas’s crotch. “You should go upstairs as soon as possible, Thomas. We wouldn’t want anyone barging in and seeing that body of yours in all its splendor.” Thomas’s ears burned as they folded back. What was it with everyone and drawing attention to his body? Sure, he wasn’t the beanpole he used to be. But splendor? “Mister Lombardo,” the naked bat greeted the jaguar in passing, who did a double take, and his ears turned deep pink. “Edward?” Thomas called as the jaguar was about to continue walking. “Are we okay?” Edward hesitated, then nodded. “I’m sorry for losing it on you like that. It was stupid of me to assume you had something to do with whoever recorded us. It’s just that it’s going to hurt my reputation, you know.” He shrugged. “I guess it’s what I get for trying to hide that I’m gay. Henry said he’d look into who posted the video and do what he could to have it taken down.” “If it can be done, Henry will make it happen.” The jaguar looked at Thomas, still covering his crotch with the pants. “At least this means I won’t need to sneak around anymore to get fucked. I’d definitely like another go at it.” Thomas’s ears warmed, but he smiled. “You know where to find me.”