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Mark is going to a big con he likes to go to every year, but he got worried because he couldn't book a room in time. Thankfully, a fox named Chuck had posted online that he was looking for a new roommate for the con, since his last one flaked on him. Mark thinks this is great... until he actually gets to meet Chuck, and finds out he is abrasive, homophobic, and generally an asshole. Thinks only get worse at night.

Trigger warning for homophobic slurs, but don't worry, the guy spouting that bullshit gets his in the end.

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If you would like early access to my stories, polls, monthly commission raffles, weekly previews and updates, behind the scenes talks, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "\n[center][b]Terrible Con Roommate[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nMark stood in the lobby of the hotel with... a little trepidation. He had gotten his badge for Vectorcon, a moderately sized pop culture convention, and now he was waiting to meet the man who would be his roommate for the next three nights. Or more that he was going to be their roommate. The stag had managed to buy his badge in time, but the hotel attached to the convention hall had gotten booked up even faster than normal, so he hadn't managed to get a room. He was worried he was going to have to stay at a cheap motel instead, the closest of which was several miles away, so he would have to take a rideshare everyday.\n\nThen he saw someone posting on the forums that his roommate had flaked and he had a spare bed available, if someone was willing to chuck some money at him. Mark had talked to him briefly on the forums, learned the man's name was Chuck and got a picture. He was a pretty cute looking red fox, looked to be in his early 20's, maybe a year younger than Mark. If he was really lucky, Chuck would be gay, or at least bi. Mark was technically bi, but he preferred men, and the slender fox was just his type... at least in looks from the picture he saw. He wasn't hoping for some grand romance or anything, but a few nights with a cute guy wouldn't be the worst thing ever. Not like it was the first time he had slept with a complete stranger.\n\nHe flinched slightly when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw the fox standing behind him. \"Hey. You're Mark, right?\" The fox wore a leather biker jacket and matching pants, a pretty simple cosplay for a character from an old cartoon about bikers from space or something. Mark only recognized it as such because the guy had a picture of who he was cosplaying next to his badge. The character was one of the more aggressive ones, if he remembered correctly. Typical cartoon brash guy sort of character.\n\nThe stag nodded. \"Yeah, that's me. You're Chuck?\" Mark was not really dressed up as anyone for the con. He really wasn't good at crafts of any kind, so he never bothered trying to cosplay. Plus, there weren't a whole lot of stag characters that he liked that he would want to dress up as, and the antlers made doing anything else a bit tricky. So he just wore one of his usual button-down shirts with a sunset pattern and some denim jeans. He also stood a good head taller than the fox, which surprised him. From the pictures, Chuck looked taller.\n\nThe fox nodded back to him. \"Yup. That's me.\" He looked up a little bit. Not only was Mark taller, but the antlers added almost another foot, making him seem even taller. \"You're a big fellow, huh? Well, the beds are pretty big, so you shouldn't have too much of an issue...\" His voice trailed off for a second. \"You brought your own towels, or do we need to get another set? Because I ain't sharing.\"\n\nMark smiled back. \"Oh, I have my own. I don't like hotel towels. Too small for me.\"\n\nThe fox shrugged. \"Fair enough. Alright.\" He fished in his pocket and pulled out a grey plastic card, handing it over. \"Here's the keycard thing to the room. It's 503. C'mon, I'll show you and you can get settled in. I already picked a bed, so I hope you don't mind being closer to the window.\"\n\n\"It's fine with me.\" He grabbed the handle to his suitcase and pulled it behind him as he followed to the elevators. \"And thanks again. I was really worried I'd have to stay at one of the cheap places instead.\"\n\nChuck scoffed. \"Yeah, I get that. Those places are just for hookers and johns that want a quick fuck. Never turn on a blacklight in those places, if you know what I mean!\" He laughed again as he stepped into the elevator, a gruff and slightly abrasive sound. Mark just smiled and followed. A few other people got in with them, some going to lower levels, some going higher, but soon enough it stopped on floor five and the two got back off. Chuck pointed to the right. \"Just over here.\" It was only two doors down from the turn. The door made a soft click as the fox waved the card in front of the little black box above the handle. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. \"Here we are.\" One of the beds had an open suitcase already on it. \"That one's mine. So the other is all yours.\"\n\nThe room was actually pretty nice. There was a gap of about two feet between the beds, and another gap of about the same between what would be Mark's bed and the window itself. The AC unit sat under the large window, and the curtains looked like they would actually do a pretty good job blocking out any light once they were fully closed. \"This is nice.\" He hefted his suitcase up onto the bed, opening it to start getting some of his things out. \"Any reason your old roommate would give up a room like this?\"\n\nChuck grunted, his fluffy tail thrashing behind him as he crossed his arms. \"Turns out that dalmatian is quite the little faggot.\" Mark flinched hearing the word, but the fox didn't seem to notice as he started to rant. \"I mean, I always suspected Billy was a queer queen. But then he went and decided he'd rather go and be a faggot twink buttslut and room with some flaming homo he met online or something.\" He grunted again, then gave a very pointed look right at Mark. \"You're not one of those faggots, too, are you?\"\n\nFor a moment, Mark was very tempted to act as over-the-top gay as he possibly could in front of the man. But that moment of satisfaction would land him without a room again. So he swallowed his gay pride and shook his head. \"Nope.\" He tasted a bitterness in the back of his throat lying about that. He had been open for a few years, went through it when he came out to his parents and reconciled with them already. He really did not want to pretend to be in the closet anymore. So he could write off any hope he might have had about a fling with his roommate... or being his friend.\n\nThe fox grunted again. \"Good. Just don't let me catch you staring at my ass or anything!\" He laughed as if he told the most hilarious joke ever, and Mark just kind of gave him an awkward smile. Of course, now that it was mentioned, he couldn't help but look. The real irony was that the fox did have a cute backside, especially in those leather pants. A shapely rear and a fluffy tail were Mark's weakness in guys. \"Anyway, I'm going to head down and schmooze a bit. \" He raised a hand and waved at him as he stepped out of the room. \"Catch ya later, buck.\" He laughed again, and Mark watched that fluffy tail swaying as he stepped out.\n\nOnce the door closed, Mark let out a heavy breath. \"Fuck...\" He sighed again and set about getting his towels and toiletries out of his suitcase. This was just for a few nights, and he didn't have to interact with the man any time other than at night. And he could just... go to bed and sleep and then leave in the morning. As long as the asshole didn't run his mouth off with more homophobic bullshit, then he could get through this just fine. And he had the whole con itself to enjoy, so he wasn't going to let one bigot spoil his fun.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe day before the official start was always an odd but exciting time. Mark got to catch up with some friends he pretty much only saw at these kinds of things. He also got to look at the schedule for the next three days and plan what events he wanted to go to. He saw the name of a comic artist he didn't even know was a guest, and had to get to their panel on the first day. What he was really excited for was the voice actor for the main character of his favorite video game. They were doing a panel all about voice acting, something Mark had an interest in. That was on day two. There was also the cosplay contest on day two, always fun to watch. Beyond that, there weren't a ton of things that immediately caught his attention on the schedule. He would figure it out.\n\nAs the day stretched to evening, and people started to head back to their rooms, he decided he should probably do the same. Unlike a lot of folks, he really wasn't a drinker, so he didn't go out to the bars like a lot of the attendees were. Instead, he figured he could get an early night to wake up fresh in the morning. Though he realized he had not talked to Chuck about what time to set any alarms... Events didn't really start until around 10 on the first day, and the dealer's room didn't open until noon. Still, he could hang out with his friends until then. 8:00 should be fine.\n\nWhen he got to the room, he found no sign of his roommate. He was actually pretty relieved about that, though. He also found that the shower was surprisingly large. Big enough for three people his size to comfortably stand within. While he was washing off, the thought came to him about how nice it would be to fuck a cute guy in that shower... and of course the first person to come to his mind was Chuck. The fox really did have a nice backside. He reached down to stroke the 8 inches hanging between his legs... but then he thought of all the shit that the man had been spouting off. While a part of him almost wanted to jack off to the thought of the guy just to spite him, he really wasn't feeling it. So he just finished washing and dried himself off, getting into a pair of loose shorts as his pajamas. He didn't bother with a shirt, leaving his slightly toned chest fully exposed. He just hoped that wasn't too homoerotic for the fox's tastes.\n\nStepping out of the bathroom, he found that Chuck still wasn't there. He shrugged, moving his stuff off of the bed and climbed on. He set the alarm for 8 am, turned off the lights, pulled the blankets up, and rolled over. The bed was actually comfortable, and so were the pillows. There was some talking outside in the halls as other people went to their rooms, but it all sort of blended into a white noise he was able to mostly drown out. He soon found himself drifting off to sleep. He was right at the edge of sleep when the door suddenly banged open, waking him with a start. He then winced as several lights were clicked on, blinding him for a moment.\n\nChuck stumbled in, clicking another light on next to the bed. Only then did he seem to notice the stag was there. \"Oh. Yer here already?\" He was slurring his words pretty heavily, obviously [i]very[/i] drunk. \"Ya don't have a cunt in there with ya do ya? If ya do, can ya share?\"\" He let out one of his grating belly laughs.\n\nMark sighed. \"No, I don't. I was trying to get some sleep.\"\n\nThe fox pointed at him, nearly falling backwards as he did. \"Good idea!\" He spun around on the spot, once more nearly falling over, and staggered his way into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He then proceeded to vomit for the next five minutes. Then he shouted from the bathroom. \"The fuck is that smell? Is that... flowers? You using some fucking girl shampoo or something?\"\n\nMark sighed. \"It's...\" He stopped himself, not really wanting to bother responding. The shampoo he used was just a generic brand that he liked. It was cheep, and kept his longer brown hair fairly soft. Made it easier to to put into the braid he liked to keep it in. He just shook his head and rolled over, waiting for the man to pass out or something.\n\nEventually, Chuck did emerge from the bathroom, wearing only a pair of boxers. \"Fuck me, that was a fun night. You shoulda been there, buck! Tons of drunk bitches dancing all over, shaking their asses and tits all over the place. Don't think most of 'em were even old enough to drink!\" He let out another belly laugh, though it was interrupted by a belch. \"ooof...\" He then fell face first onto his bed, crawling a little forward so his head was vaguely near the pillows. Mark waited, but there was nothing after that, just heavy breathing. He sighed and rolled out of the bed to start turning all of the lights off, though he had to hold his breath when he got near the bathroom. The smell of vomit and bile made him retch. Thankfully, closing the door seemed to effectively block it.\n\nHe was just turning off the last light when he heard it. Snoring. Loud snoring. The fox was already out cold. Mark groaned as he made his way back to his own bed, crawling back under the covers and rolling over. He tried to block out the sound, but the snoring seemed to only somehow get even louder. He whined, pulling a pillow over his ear to cover it, but it did nothing to help. \"Fuck me...\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nBy the time the alarm startled him awake, Mark had gotten maybe four hours of noncontinuous sleep. Chuck had somehow already gotten up and was gone by the time he was up, which he was actually very happy about. He was [i]not[/i] in the mood to deal with that man right then. He managed to drag himself out of bed and get dressed, then headed down to partake of the hotel's breakfast. The pancakes were pretty good, the eggs-made-from-powder were subpar at best, and the coffee was awful but strong and much needed. Whoever decided that hotel coffee had to be the darkest possible roast needed to be dragged out back and put down, execution style.\n\nThe rest of the day thankfully was fun. He got to get to the panel with the artist and learned some fun behind the scenes stuff about the making of the comic. He hung out with a few friends, though they all commented about how tired he looked. He related only some of what he was dealing with, and they all pretty much offered condolences. One had said that he would have offered a spot on the floor, but conventions like this were the only time he and his boyfriend got to actually be with each other in person, and Mark was not about to get in the way of them having some private time to enjoy each other's company.\n\nHe was also met the Billy that Chuck had mentioned. He had gotten only a very brief description, namely being gay and a dalmatian. So when he bumped into a VERY openly gay dalmatian wearing the dress of a princess from some kid's movie, he was pretty sure it had to be the guy. After an awkward meeting, the dog was actually quite friendly. As was the big, buff lion he was hanging off the arm of. Apparently the lion was also named Bill, and the two had been 'dating' online for a few weeks. When they found out they both were coming to this con, they quickly made plans to room together.\n\nBilly also gave Mark an apologetic look when he mentioned Chuck. \"Ah... yeah, he can be a bit much. I know him from college. Wouldn't say we're friends... or really that close, but he's into some of the same shows I am, and he didn't ask for that much to share a room. But then I learned Bill was coming, so I just HAD to sleep in his bed, y'know?\" He let out a light, trilling giggle. Bill just blushed.\n\nMark smiled. \"No, I get it. You made the right call.\" He didn't want to keep the two for long, so he parted ways quickly enough. Especially since the dealer's room was now open, and he wanted to see if he could find any figurines at a good price while he was there. Figurines he found... it was the price part that he failed at. All of the good ones were way out of his price range, and those that were within his budget were pretty shoddy quality. Though he did manage to get a few affordable prints of some characters. Including one of the video game character the voice actor was here for. He hoped he could get the man to sign it later.\n\nHe managed to sneak his way into a panel about some kid's show that he had a passing interest in, but mostly it was just to kill time. After spending most of the day just wandering around, talking to friends, or generally meandering, the day was starting to wind down. He decided he should probably get back to the room early to maybe catch up on some sleep. Especially if Chuck was going to end up wandering back in drunk out of his gourd again. Unfortunately, the moment he opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar gruff \"Hey!\"\n\nMark braced himself and stepped in. \"Hey.\" Chuck was sitting on his bed, a laptop open with the sound blaring the opening to an old cartoon. He didn't even pause it as Mark stepped past him to put the prints into his stuff.\n\nChuck practically shouted over the sound of the episode playing. \"You buy some pictures of cute girls?\"\n\n\"Nope.\" He held up the picture, showing the video game character. It was a skinny but well toned squirrel, with slightly girlish looks to him, wearing a skin-tight body suit with small bits of armor on the shoulders and legs, and wielding a sword almost as large as he was. \"Just this.\"\n\nThe fox scoffed. \"Why the fuck you go and pay for that? You into fem-dudes or something? Thought you said you ain't a queer.\"\n\nMark just sighed, slipping the picture under several things within his suitcase. \"Because I like the game he's from, and he's the main character.\" Though he did also kind of like the character for his looks, too. But there was more to it, as the whole character arc he went through in the game was a deep and emotional one. Though he wasn't about to explain all of that, especially to the fox.\n\nChuck just shrugged. \"If you say so. I'm not into any of those sorts of games.\" He pointed at the laptop. \"You ever heard of Biker Foxes from Neptune?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I never really watched it. It's from a bit before my time.\"\n\nChuck laughed. \"Well, you're in for a treat! I have all three seasons on my laptop! I can start from the beginning and give you an education!\"\n\nMark just shook his head. \"No... thank you.\" He made his way to the bathroom, bracing himself as he pushed the door open. There was still a slight lingering smell of sick, but thankfully it had mostly dissipated over the day. \"I'm just going to have a shower and call it an early night.\" Whatever the response from Chuck was, it was muffled as the door shut. Though he could still hear the sound of the show, even once he was in the shower. Mark just leaned against the wall, wondering if it was too late to book a room in the cheep motel and just deal with the rideshare costs eating what little funds he had set aside for the convention.\n\nAfter cleaning himself off and drying his fur, he realized he hadn't even had dinner. He was just too tired to really eat anything, though. Lack of sleep and a busy day had worn him out, and just the thought of having to deal with Chuck some more was draining what little energy he had left. The shower didn't even feel slightly refreshing. After getting into his pajama shorts, he stepped back out, ignoring whatever Chuck was saying and just climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets all the way over his head to try and block out the light. He hoped he was tired enough that he could just pass out.\n\nAn hour later, he finally admitted that was not going to happen. The show was all shouting and explosions and bad puns. That, paired with Chuck's occasional grating laughter was not going to let him sleep at all. He finally rolled over and looked at the man. \"Hey... could you maybe turn that down just a little?\"\n\nThe fox gave him a look like he was just asked to grow a third leg. \"Why?\"\n\n\"Because I didn't get much rest last night and I'm trying to get some sleep. And that is very loud.\"\n\nChuck just frowned, but eventually shrugged. \"Alright, if you insist.\" He leaned over and pulled out a set of headphones from his bag, slapping them over his ears and plugging them in. \"Better?\"\n\nMark nodded, his growing headache immediately easing just a little. \"Yes. Thank you.\" He rolled over again, pulling the sheets back up to block out the light. Unfortunately, the fox started to laugh again within minutes. Mark just groaned, not wanting to argue with him again. He just put up with it for a while, drifting in and out of sleep as he was woken by the laughter or some loud comment made by the fox. He was not entirely sure how long that went on for, but eventually it seemed Chuck had gotten enough of the show and finally turned it and the laptop off. After a shower, he even turned the lights off after himself. Mark hoped he could finally get some actual sleep.\n\nThen the snoring started again. Somehow, it was even worse when the man was sober. Mark didn't know someone could snore that loud in reality. It really was like listening to a cartoon character doing an over-the-top snore. Except that it was coming from a very real fox laying three feet away. The stag let out a heavy sigh, pulling the pillows over his head again and tried all he could to drown out the sound. He tried to think of relaxing music, or thinking of movie scenes, or just anything to distract himself from the noise filling the room. He was sure it was loud enough to keep the people beside them awake. Through sheer exhaustion and fatigue, he did somehow manage to eventually drift into an uneasy sleep. The last time he had checked the clock, it said it was just after five in the morning.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\"Hey, lazyass, you gonna get up!?\" Mark was startled awake by the shouting beside him.\n\nHe turned to see Chuck, dressed again in leathers, giving him an almost scornful look. He groaned as he rolled over fully, not wanting to sit up. He half-mumbled. \"What time is it?\"\n\n\"Almost eight.\" The fox stood back up to his less-than-considerable height, his hands on his hips and his tail swishing behind him. \"You don't get yourself out of bed, you'll miss breakfast. Y'know they stop it at nine, right?\"\n\n\"It's Saturday. They go until ten thirty on Saturday.\" He groaned again as he forced himself to sit up. \"But yeah... I guess I'm up now...\" He felt worse than when he laid down, as if somehow he lost more rest than he gained by whatever brief sleep he got. He noticed the fox still hovering nearby. \"What?\"\n\nChuck cleared his throat, suddenly turning around. \"Nothin. Just wanting to make sure you weren't sick and contagious or something.\" He moved toward the door. \"Well, I'm going down. Hoping to meet some of those cute things I saw yesterday. Bet they'll be in real skimpy cosplays today!\" He let out another of his annoying belly laughs as he walked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.\n\nMark just sat there, feeling like he really wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep. But he really didn't want to miss too much of the con. He had saved up for two months just to afford coming. After dragging himself out of bed, he threw on his clothes and walked out of the room and down to have some breakfast. While there, he met up with one of his friends, who commented that he looked... completely exhausted... and that his shirt was inside out. The stag groaned, but wanted to finish his pancakes first. And get a second cup of the awful coffee, though it didn't seem to be doing much for him.\n\nHe used one of the public restrooms to fix his shirt the right way around. While in there, he got a look at himself in the mirror. His hair was an absolute mess, his braid all lopsided and unwinding already. He had bags under his eyes large enough to be called luggage, and his fur was clumped in spots. He splashed some cold water on his face to try and clean himself up a little, but it only did so much. At least his fur looked neater. He didn't bother retying his braid, just pulled it out and left his hair loose.\n\nMark felt like he was walking around in a daze as he meandered about the con. He ended up literally bumping into several people in the dealer's room, and nearly tripped over several booths trying to get around them, even knocked a few things off of one. Thankfully it was nothing expensive or easily broken, though he still apologized over and over as he helped to set the display back up. He ended up buying a cheap figurine from the guy just to make up for it, even though he had no idea who the character he just bought was. Some rat in a dark blue cloak with a large mage staff. It was neat, at least.\n\nEventually, he just slumped into one of the big, sofa-chairs out in the main lobby. Despite the noise of the crowds, he felt like he could pass out right then and there. \"Hey... you okay?\" He blinked a few times, his vision a little blurry for a moment. He found himself staring up at Billy of all people. The dog was in an even fancier dress than the one yesterday, probably something for the cosplay contest. He was also looking down at him with a very concerned look. Even the big lion beside him also looking worried.\n\nMark took a breath and sat up, not realizing just how much he had slumped over. His back ached a bit, even with how comfortable the chair was. \"Yeah... I'm... okay. Just really tired. Haven't been able to get a good night's sleep.\" He groaned a little and rubbed his eyes. \"What time is it? I've got a panel to get to by noon.\"\n\nBilly winced, holding out his phone to show the clock on it. \"Uh... it's almost one in the afternoon... so it already started. Was it the one with Dave? The voice actor guy?\" Mark just nodded. \"Yeah, there was a huge line. Pretty sure it's full. Sorry.\"\n\nHe just took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Though he was definitely upset, he was too tired to feel the full weight of it right now. \"Ah... shit. Was the one thing I really wanted to go to...\"\n\nThe dog gave him an apologetic smile. \"Sorry. But if you're that tired, maybe you should go back to your room now and take a nap?\"\n\nBill actually spoke up. \"Pretty sure I saw Chuck heading to another panel just now, so you should get a few hours alone at least.\"\n\nMark chuckled, smiling weakly. \"Yeah. That doesn't sound like a bad idea...\" He was about to get up, but saw a big, yellow hand held out. He gratefully accepted Bill's help, letting the big man pull him up to his feet. \"Thanks.\"\n\nBilly asked \"You going to be okay getting back to your room?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah.\" He stretched a little, hearing his back pop a couple times... which actually felt pretty nice. \"Nph... Yeah, I should be fine. But thank you. You two go enjoy the rest of the con.\" He waved goodbye to the couple, then headed for the elevator. When it got to his floor, he was very thankful the room was not that far from it. He was also very thankful to find he was alone in the room once he stepped inside. Stumbling his way over to the bed, he fell onto it with a hard thump. He practically fell asleep before his head even hit the pillows.\n\nMark's sleep was completely devoid of dreams, just blissful unconsciousness. That bliss was rudely interrupted when the door opened, and a loud, gruff voice called out. \"The fuck? You still sleeping, lazyass?\" It jarred him slightly out of his sleep, but only so much. He mumbled some kind of reply, pulling his blanket tighter over himself and trying to drift off again. He groaned when Chuck continued to talk very loud, speaking more [i]at[/i] him than to him. \"I was gonna go to the cosplay contest, but some cunt told me I'm apparently banned. Something about upsetting some little snowflakes last year.\" He scoffed as he pulled his laptop out, and proceeded to pull up one of the episodes of the biker show... once more without headphones... while still ranting to himself. \"Fucking cucks. Everyone's all too fucking sensitive about shit these days. Can't say nothing without some fucking snowflake Karen getting all offended.\"\n\nThe stag finally had enough and just rolled over to look at him. \"Dude, could you shut the fuck up for a few hours? I'm trying to get some sleep.\"\n\nChuck grunted. \"That any way to talk to the guy letting you stay in his room, dickweed?\"\n\n\"I [i]am[/i] paying you for it.\"\n\nThe fox scoffed again. \"Ya fuck'n better be. Just be glad I ain't charging your lazy ass more for that mouth.\" He still reached into his bag and pulled out his headphones. \"But fine. I'll let the princess get her beauty sleep.\" He plugged in the headphones and put them on. \"You want me to fluff your pillows, too?\" Mark just rolled back over and pulled the blankets back over himself, grumbling under his breath. Chuck also grumbled for a while, but Mark was able to mostly block it out and drift back to sleep. An uneasy and not very restful sleep, but at least it was sleep.\n\nAt some point, the snoring started again. Mark slowly opened his eyes, letting out a loud sigh. The room was dark now, so he must have passed out for a while. Rolling over, he looked at the clock and saw it was just after two AM. He still felt awful, but some sleep had happened. Just enough that trying to get back to sleep with the lumberjack noises in the bed next to his would be nearly impossible. He rolled onto his back and just stared up at the ceiling. This whole weekend had been a complete and utter disaster. And it was almost entirely due to the homophobic asshole sleeping next to him. He really wanted to teach this fucker a lesson. A harsh one.\n\nThe thoughts came to him about how. Some were very juvenile, but then they got darker. Much darker. He had always tried to ignore those darker thoughts, never acting on them. But right now, they were very strong... and the annoying snoring only made them stronger, especially since that was the reason for all of this. He closed his eyes, knowing that this was a bad idea... but Chuck needed to be taught a real lesson. Or possibly more than that. Definitely more than that. His fatigued mind just kept imagining worse and worse things to do.\n\nHe looked and saw it was almost three now. He had been struggling with himself for nearly an hour now. So he finally decided to give in. He threw off his blanket and swung his legs off of the bed, standing up and looming over Chuck. The fox was laying on top of his own blankets, his back to Mark. He could see the big, fluffy tail twitching a little in his sleep, that shapely ass covered only by a pair of boxers. Mark hooked his fingers into his own shorts and tugged them down, letting his 8 inches slip free. It was already getting hard, and a few strokes made it get the rest of the way. Especially as he stared at the nice ass and fluffy tail, with the knowledge of what he was about to do.\n\nHe reached out and took hold of Chuck's boxers, tugging them down a little. The fox was a deep sleeper, and barely reacted with more than a slight grunt, his tail flicking once. A few more tugs, and he managed to get the boxers all the way off, tossing them to the side. He crawled onto the bed beside the man, rubbing his shaft against that shapely rear. He positioned the fox's tail so it twitched against his chest, the fuzzy tip swishing just in front of his nose. He loved big fluffy tails. He started to rub himself against the man's ass cheeks, his pointed tip prodding at the pucker every so often.\n\nMark was surprised when he actually heard a slight moan from the man. He smirked a little, reaching around to slip his fingers around Chuck's cock. It was around five inches long... and mostly hard, twitching a little against his fingers. \"Well, well... seems you're also a massive fucking hypocrite.\" Now he was definitely going to do this. He positioned himself a little more, then started to push forward. He let out a moan as his cock pushed against the pucker, then started to part it and slide inside. Chuck made a grunt and slight groan, his cock getting fully hard now. The stag grunted a little as he pushed another inch into him. \"Fuck this is a nice, tight ass.\"\n\nChuck let out another moaning groan as the shaft slid deeper into his rear, then made a snort as he suddenly woke up. \"W-wha...\" He suddenly stiffened as he felt the cock shove another inch into him. \"Ahhh... W-what the fuck are you d-\" Mark's arm suddenly came around the fox's neck, gripping him and pulling him close in a sleeper hold. Though he left it somewhat loose, so he was only slightly choking him, more just keeping him from making any louder noises.\n\nHe leaned closer, speaking softly into the man's ear. \"You have a real tight ass, biker boy.\" He grunted as he stuffed a little more, almost all of him lodged up inside now. \"But you're taking my cock so nice. And you're all hard and twitching, too. Like you're enjoying this.\" Chuck tried to make a noise of protest, his hands coming up to try and grab at the arm around his neck, but Mark just pressed forward to pin him against the bed. \"Don't go denying it, foxy.\" He grunted, thrusting the last inch into the man. \"You've been wanting this since you first saw me.\"\n\nThe fox tried to protest more, only for his whole body to tense up when Mark started to pump his hips. He could feel the man's ass clenching around him, but not from pain or protest. Mark knew the feel of an ass enjoying being fucked quite well. He laughed a little, glancing down to see Chuck's cock twitching and throbbing every time he stuffed his own back inside. \"Look at that. Your even throbbing. Oh... and drooling a little. Looks like you're one of those... what was it you said? Faggot twink buttsluts?\" Chuck started to struggle again, but Mark just tightened his grip on the man's neck and started to thrust harder. He also noted that the fox was not kicking much, his body accepting what was happening, even enjoying it.\n\nMark rolled a little to pin the fox under him and really start thrusting deep into his ass. He heard the choked grunts coming from the man. \"You know, I really hate you self-hating types. You lash out at everyone who has accepted who they are, because you're too much of a fucking coward to admit it yourself.\" He tightened his grip even harder, moving his other hand up to grip the top of the man's head. \"Well, tonight, you're this faggot's bitch.\" He let out a groan as he felt his cock twitching, the pressure building up inside. He was so pent up, and his anger was driving him more than anything else, so he did nothing to hold it back. \"You're getting my queer load all up into this tight bitch ass of yours.\" He felt some real satisfaction using all the hate speech right back at the man he was raping.\n\nHe thrust harder, feeling like he might be getting just that little bit deeper. \"Fuck... here it comes!\" He groaned as he felt himself getting closer. \"But, don't you worry, subby boy.\" He gripped tighter, moving the hand on top of his head down to grip the side of his muzzle. \"You won't feel it!\" He suddenly yanked the man's head to the side as hard as he could while pressing down. It took the man so much by surprise that he didn't have time to resist. There was a sudden series of crunching pops and a crack, the fox's body jerking hard, his ass clenching even harder. Then he just started to shiver and twitch under the stag, his arms going limp and flopping to the bed, one hanging off the edge.\n\nMark grunted and panted as he thrust as hard and deep as he could into the twitching ass. \"Fuck... ah fuck... AHHH!\" He leaned forward and bit into the fox's ear as hard as he could to muffle his scream of pleasure. His cock jerked and twitched as it started to blast wave after wave of his spunk deep into the fox's quivering backside. He gripped tight, hearing a few clicks from the man's neck as he clung to him. His balls felt like they were forcing every drop they could out as he shot a heavier load than he ever had before into a dying man.\n\nHe was not sure how long he came, but it felt like hours. Eventually, he let go of the ear in his teeth and just started to pant heavily. \"Fuck... Gods... oh fuck that was amazing!\" He had fantasized about raping and killing people in the past, read stories and had a lot of porn depicting it, but he had never actually done it until today. \"Fucking hell, man. This...\" He let out a breath. \"Fuck.\" He might not ever be able to go back to normal sex after this. ...Well, no, he definitely could keep fucking cute boys, but he was also definitely going to have to snuff someone out again in the future if it felt this good.\n\nHe found himself still hard, his hips still humping a little, even as the fox had gone completely still under him. He shifted his grip to hold the man, rolling over a little. That's when he noticed a large, sticky pool left on the bed, and couldn't help but laugh. Reaching down, he gripped the fox's cock, finding it messy with the man's cum. He had blown his load at some point. He couldn't help but laugh a little. \"Damn, man. You really were a little subby buttslut fag all along, weren't you? Cumming as you're being raped and murdered by a big stag.\"\n\nHe rolled over onto his back, keeping himself lodged into the man now in his lap. He started to thrust again, stuffing himself deep once more. \"Don't worry, dead fucker. I'll give you another load, since you seemed to like the first one.\" He kept one arm around the limp fox's waist to keep him from sliding off. His other hand moved down to start playing with the man's messy cock. It was already starting to deflate a little now that his heart had stopped beating, but Mark had some fun playing with the floppy cock while stuffing into the slightly looser, cooling ass.\n\nHe took his time the second round, bouncing the man in his lap. He also moved the limp, fluffy tail up so he could grip it in his teeth, biting down and feeling the fluffy fuzz brushing and tickling at his mouth and nose. He bit down a little harder as he felt his second orgasm starting to come up on him after nearly half an hour of playing with the dead body. His hands moved down to grip the fox's sides, bouncing him harder, thrusting up to stuff every inch of himself deep into the dead ass over and over. He let out a loud groan of pleasure, muffled slightly by the tail clenched in his teeth. His cock twitched and pulsed, and started to spit his cum deep inside once again, the fresh seed joining the last load still in there. It wasn't nearly as much the second time, but he still dumped quite a bit into him.\n\nThe pleasure didn't quite last as long this time, either, but it still left him with a warm, tingling feeling. He opened his mouth to let the tail fall out of it, panting heavily again. \"AH... ha... fuck, you were a complete asshole, but your actual asshole was a fun boy cunt to rape. I'll give you that, at least.\" He slid his arms around the fox to hold him, resting his chin on the dead man's shoulder so he could catch his breath. \"Ah... well, guess you were good for that, at least.\" After his breathing started to even a little, his fatigue started to creep back in again.\n\nHe rolled a little, taking the fox with him. Laying the dead man on his side, he still held onto him, cuddling with the cooling body while keeping himself lodged inside of him. \"I'm going to get some sleep now. And for once, you won't be fucking waking me up.\" He shifted the man's tail up a little so he could bury his face in the foxy fluff. \"In fact, you might even help me sleep this time.\" He chuckled, snuggling up into the fluff and holding the body up against himself. Sure enough, he did manage to drift off to sleep again. And for the first time the whole convention, stayed asleep. An actually restful and pleasant sleep.\n\nWhen he did finally wake back up again hours later, he felt refreshed. He was still holding onto the dead man, the fox's body now considerably colder than it had been hours earlier. His cock was still lodged into the man's ass, but was mostly soft by now. It slid out easily as he pulled his hips back, letting out a slight moan at the pleasant feeling. \"Ah... that's nice. Definitely need to do this again.\" He chuckled, sitting up and looking at the clock. It was only a little before nine in the morning. So he still had time to get some breakfast, even with a shower first.\n\nAfter cleaning himself of the lust from last night, he had an idea. Leaving the water running in the shower, he went to retrieve Chuck's body. He dragged the fox into the bathroom, then dumped it into the shower, letting the water continue to rain down on the naked corpse. \"There. You can get all cleaned up and stay there until someone decides to check on you.\" He then went back and got dressed. He also packed all of his stuff up into his suitcase. He was already planning on leaving after the closing ceremonies in a few hours. And his name was nowhere on the registry for the room. He hadn't even paid Chuck yet, since he was planning to do that today. So that was a couple hundred bucks he didn't have to spend.\n\nHe smiled as he stepped out of the room, pulling his luggage with him. Maybe he could actually enjoy the last day of the con. In fact, he was certain of it. He was going to have at least one good day today. He might even go buy one of those nice figurines he saw in the dealer's room. He tossed the keycard on the bathroom counter as he passed by. The door to the room close behind him as he walked to the elevators, determined to enjoy one last day today. Then... well, then he would see what the future brought. But he knew for a fact he was going to have to rape and kill some other cute boy at some point. If he was really lucky, he might even find a cute guy out there today.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Terrible Con Roommate

By XP Author


Mark stood in the lobby of the hotel with... a little trepidation. He had gotten his badge for Vectorcon, a moderately sized pop culture convention, and now he was waiting to meet the man who would be his roommate for the next three nights. Or more that he was going to be their roommate. The stag had managed to buy his badge in time, but the hotel attached to the convention hall had gotten booked up even faster than normal, so he hadn't managed to get a room. He was worried he was going to have to stay at a cheap motel instead, the closest of which was several miles away, so he would have to take a rideshare everyday.

Then he saw someone posting on the forums that his roommate had flaked and he had a spare bed available, if someone was willing to chuck some money at him. Mark had talked to him briefly on the forums, learned the man's name was Chuck and got a picture. He was a pretty cute looking red fox, looked to be in his early 20's, maybe a year younger than Mark. If he was really lucky, Chuck would be gay, or at least bi. Mark was technically bi, but he preferred men, and the slender fox was just his type... at least in looks from the picture he saw. He wasn't hoping for some grand romance or anything, but a few nights with a cute guy wouldn't be the worst thing ever. Not like it was the first time he had slept with a complete stranger.

He flinched slightly when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he saw the fox standing behind him. "Hey. You're Mark, right?" The fox wore a leather biker jacket and matching pants, a pretty simple cosplay for a character from an old cartoon about bikers from space or something. Mark only recognized it as such because the guy had a picture of who he was cosplaying next to his badge. The character was one of the more aggressive ones, if he remembered correctly. Typical cartoon brash guy sort of character.

The stag nodded. "Yeah, that's me. You're Chuck?" Mark was not really dressed up as anyone for the con. He really wasn't good at crafts of any kind, so he never bothered trying to cosplay. Plus, there weren't a whole lot of stag characters that he liked that he would want to dress up as, and the antlers made doing anything else a bit tricky. So he just wore one of his usual button-down shirts with a sunset pattern and some denim jeans. He also stood a good head taller than the fox, which surprised him. From the pictures, Chuck looked taller.

The fox nodded back to him. "Yup. That's me." He looked up a little bit. Not only was Mark taller, but the antlers added almost another foot, making him seem even taller. "You're a big fellow, huh? Well, the beds are pretty big, so you shouldn't have too much of an issue..." His voice trailed off for a second. "You brought your own towels, or do we need to get another set? Because I ain't sharing."

Mark smiled back. "Oh, I have my own. I don't like hotel towels. Too small for me."

The fox shrugged. "Fair enough. Alright." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a grey plastic card, handing it over. "Here's the keycard thing to the room. It's 503. C'mon, I'll show you and you can get settled in. I already picked a bed, so I hope you don't mind being closer to the window."

"It's fine with me." He grabbed the handle to his suitcase and pulled it behind him as he followed to the elevators. "And thanks again. I was really worried I'd have to stay at one of the cheap places instead."

Chuck scoffed. "Yeah, I get that. Those places are just for hookers and johns that want a quick fuck. Never turn on a blacklight in those places, if you know what I mean!" He laughed again as he stepped into the elevator, a gruff and slightly abrasive sound. Mark just smiled and followed. A few other people got in with them, some going to lower levels, some going higher, but soon enough it stopped on floor five and the two got back off. Chuck pointed to the right. "Just over here." It was only two doors down from the turn. The door made a soft click as the fox waved the card in front of the little black box above the handle. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Here we are." One of the beds had an open suitcase already on it. "That one's mine. So the other is all yours."

The room was actually pretty nice. There was a gap of about two feet between the beds, and another gap of about the same between what would be Mark's bed and the window itself. The AC unit sat under the large window, and the curtains looked like they would actually do a pretty good job blocking out any light once they were fully closed. "This is nice." He hefted his suitcase up onto the bed, opening it to start getting some of his things out. "Any reason your old roommate would give up a room like this?"

Chuck grunted, his fluffy tail thrashing behind him as he crossed his arms. "Turns out that dalmatian is quite the little faggot." Mark flinched hearing the word, but the fox didn't seem to notice as he started to rant. "I mean, I always suspected Billy was a queer queen. But then he went and decided he'd rather go and be a faggot twink buttslut and room with some flaming homo he met online or something." He grunted again, then gave a very pointed look right at Mark. "You're not one of those faggots, too, are you?"

For a moment, Mark was very tempted to act as over-the-top gay as he possibly could in front of the man. But that moment of satisfaction would land him without a room again. So he swallowed his gay pride and shook his head. "Nope." He tasted a bitterness in the back of his throat lying about that. He had been open for a few years, went through it when he came out to his parents and reconciled with them already. He really did not want to pretend to be in the closet anymore. So he could write off any hope he might have had about a fling with his roommate... or being his friend.

The fox grunted again. "Good. Just don't let me catch you staring at my ass or anything!" He laughed as if he told the most hilarious joke ever, and Mark just kind of gave him an awkward smile. Of course, now that it was mentioned, he couldn't help but look. The real irony was that the fox did have a cute backside, especially in those leather pants. A shapely rear and a fluffy tail were Mark's weakness in guys. "Anyway, I'm going to head down and schmooze a bit. " He raised a hand and waved at him as he stepped out of the room. "Catch ya later, buck." He laughed again, and Mark watched that fluffy tail swaying as he stepped out.

Once the door closed, Mark let out a heavy breath. "Fuck..." He sighed again and set about getting his towels and toiletries out of his suitcase. This was just for a few nights, and he didn't have to interact with the man any time other than at night. And he could just... go to bed and sleep and then leave in the morning. As long as the asshole didn't run his mouth off with more homophobic bullshit, then he could get through this just fine. And he had the whole con itself to enjoy, so he wasn't going to let one bigot spoil his fun.

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The day before the official start was always an odd but exciting time. Mark got to catch up with some friends he pretty much only saw at these kinds of things. He also got to look at the schedule for the next three days and plan what events he wanted to go to. He saw the name of a comic artist he didn't even know was a guest, and had to get to their panel on the first day. What he was really excited for was the voice actor for the main character of his favorite video game. They were doing a panel all about voice acting, something Mark had an interest in. That was on day two. There was also the cosplay contest on day two, always fun to watch. Beyond that, there weren't a ton of things that immediately caught his attention on the schedule. He would figure it out.

As the day stretched to evening, and people started to head back to their rooms, he decided he should probably do the same. Unlike a lot of folks, he really wasn't a drinker, so he didn't go out to the bars like a lot of the attendees were. Instead, he figured he could get an early night to wake up fresh in the morning. Though he realized he had not talked to Chuck about what time to set any alarms... Events didn't really start until around 10 on the first day, and the dealer's room didn't open until noon. Still, he could hang out with his friends until then. 8:00 should be fine.

When he got to the room, he found no sign of his roommate. He was actually pretty relieved about that, though. He also found that the shower was surprisingly large. Big enough for three people his size to comfortably stand within. While he was washing off, the thought came to him about how nice it would be to fuck a cute guy in that shower... and of course the first person to come to his mind was Chuck. The fox really did have a nice backside. He reached down to stroke the 8 inches hanging between his legs... but then he thought of all the shit that the man had been spouting off. While a part of him almost wanted to jack off to the thought of the guy just to spite him, he really wasn't feeling it. So he just finished washing and dried himself off, getting into a pair of loose shorts as his pajamas. He didn't bother with a shirt, leaving his slightly toned chest fully exposed. He just hoped that wasn't too homoerotic for the fox's tastes.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he found that Chuck still wasn't there. He shrugged, moving his stuff off of the bed and climbed on. He set the alarm for 8 am, turned off the lights, pulled the blankets up, and rolled over. The bed was actually comfortable, and so were the pillows. There was some talking outside in the halls as other people went to their rooms, but it all sort of blended into a white noise he was able to mostly drown out. He soon found himself drifting off to sleep. He was right at the edge of sleep when the door suddenly banged open, waking him with a start. He then winced as several lights were clicked on, blinding him for a moment.

Chuck stumbled in, clicking another light on next to the bed. Only then did he seem to notice the stag was there. "Oh. Yer here already?" He was slurring his words pretty heavily, obviously very drunk. "Ya don't have a cunt in there with ya do ya? If ya do, can ya share?"" He let out one of his grating belly laughs.

Mark sighed. "No, I don't. I was trying to get some sleep."

The fox pointed at him, nearly falling backwards as he did. "Good idea!" He spun around on the spot, once more nearly falling over, and staggered his way into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He then proceeded to vomit for the next five minutes. Then he shouted from the bathroom. "The fuck is that smell? Is that... flowers? You using some fucking girl shampoo or something?"

Mark sighed. "It's..." He stopped himself, not really wanting to bother responding. The shampoo he used was just a generic brand that he liked. It was cheep, and kept his longer brown hair fairly soft. Made it easier to to put into the braid he liked to keep it in. He just shook his head and rolled over, waiting for the man to pass out or something.

Eventually, Chuck did emerge from the bathroom, wearing only a pair of boxers. "Fuck me, that was a fun night. You shoulda been there, buck! Tons of drunk bitches dancing all over, shaking their asses and tits all over the place. Don't think most of 'em were even old enough to drink!" He let out another belly laugh, though it was interrupted by a belch. "ooof..." He then fell face first onto his bed, crawling a little forward so his head was vaguely near the pillows. Mark waited, but there was nothing after that, just heavy breathing. He sighed and rolled out of the bed to start turning all of the lights off, though he had to hold his breath when he got near the bathroom. The smell of vomit and bile made him retch. Thankfully, closing the door seemed to effectively block it.

He was just turning off the last light when he heard it. Snoring. Loud snoring. The fox was already out cold. Mark groaned as he made his way back to his own bed, crawling back under the covers and rolling over. He tried to block out the sound, but the snoring seemed to only somehow get even louder. He whined, pulling a pillow over his ear to cover it, but it did nothing to help. "Fuck me..."

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By the time the alarm startled him awake, Mark had gotten maybe four hours of noncontinuous sleep. Chuck had somehow already gotten up and was gone by the time he was up, which he was actually very happy about. He was not in the mood to deal with that man right then. He managed to drag himself out of bed and get dressed, then headed down to partake of the hotel's breakfast. The pancakes were pretty good, the eggs-made-from-powder were subpar at best, and the coffee was awful but strong and much needed. Whoever decided that hotel coffee had to be the darkest possible roast needed to be dragged out back and put down, execution style.

The rest of the day thankfully was fun. He got to get to the panel with the artist and learned some fun behind the scenes stuff about the making of the comic. He hung out with a few friends, though they all commented about how tired he looked. He related only some of what he was dealing with, and they all pretty much offered condolences. One had said that he would have offered a spot on the floor, but conventions like this were the only time he and his boyfriend got to actually be with each other in person, and Mark was not about to get in the way of them having some private time to enjoy each other's company.

He was also met the Billy that Chuck had mentioned. He had gotten only a very brief description, namely being gay and a dalmatian. So when he bumped into a VERY openly gay dalmatian wearing the dress of a princess from some kid's movie, he was pretty sure it had to be the guy. After an awkward meeting, the dog was actually quite friendly. As was the big, buff lion he was hanging off the arm of. Apparently the lion was also named Bill, and the two had been 'dating' online for a few weeks. When they found out they both were coming to this con, they quickly made plans to room together.

Billy also gave Mark an apologetic look when he mentioned Chuck. "Ah... yeah, he can be a bit much. I know him from college. Wouldn't say we're friends... or really that close, but he's into some of the same shows I am, and he didn't ask for that much to share a room. But then I learned Bill was coming, so I just HAD to sleep in his bed, y'know?" He let out a light, trilling giggle. Bill just blushed.

Mark smiled. "No, I get it. You made the right call." He didn't want to keep the two for long, so he parted ways quickly enough. Especially since the dealer's room was now open, and he wanted to see if he could find any figurines at a good price while he was there. Figurines he found... it was the price part that he failed at. All of the good ones were way out of his price range, and those that were within his budget were pretty shoddy quality. Though he did manage to get a few affordable prints of some characters. Including one of the video game character the voice actor was here for. He hoped he could get the man to sign it later.

He managed to sneak his way into a panel about some kid's show that he had a passing interest in, but mostly it was just to kill time. After spending most of the day just wandering around, talking to friends, or generally meandering, the day was starting to wind down. He decided he should probably get back to the room early to maybe catch up on some sleep. Especially if Chuck was going to end up wandering back in drunk out of his gourd again. Unfortunately, the moment he opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar gruff "Hey!"

Mark braced himself and stepped in. "Hey." Chuck was sitting on his bed, a laptop open with the sound blaring the opening to an old cartoon. He didn't even pause it as Mark stepped past him to put the prints into his stuff.

Chuck practically shouted over the sound of the episode playing. "You buy some pictures of cute girls?"

"Nope." He held up the picture, showing the video game character. It was a skinny but well toned squirrel, with slightly girlish looks to him, wearing a skin-tight body suit with small bits of armor on the shoulders and legs, and wielding a sword almost as large as he was. "Just this."

The fox scoffed. "Why the fuck you go and pay for that? You into fem-dudes or something? Thought you said you ain't a queer."

Mark just sighed, slipping the picture under several things within his suitcase. "Because I like the game he's from, and he's the main character." Though he did also kind of like the character for his looks, too. But there was more to it, as the whole character arc he went through in the game was a deep and emotional one. Though he wasn't about to explain all of that, especially to the fox.

Chuck just shrugged. "If you say so. I'm not into any of those sorts of games." He pointed at the laptop. "You ever heard of Biker Foxes from Neptune?"

"Yeah, but I never really watched it. It's from a bit before my time."

Chuck laughed. "Well, you're in for a treat! I have all three seasons on my laptop! I can start from the beginning and give you an education!"

Mark just shook his head. "No... thank you." He made his way to the bathroom, bracing himself as he pushed the door open. There was still a slight lingering smell of sick, but thankfully it had mostly dissipated over the day. "I'm just going to have a shower and call it an early night." Whatever the response from Chuck was, it was muffled as the door shut. Though he could still hear the sound of the show, even once he was in the shower. Mark just leaned against the wall, wondering if it was too late to book a room in the cheep motel and just deal with the rideshare costs eating what little funds he had set aside for the convention.

After cleaning himself off and drying his fur, he realized he hadn't even had dinner. He was just too tired to really eat anything, though. Lack of sleep and a busy day had worn him out, and just the thought of having to deal with Chuck some more was draining what little energy he had left. The shower didn't even feel slightly refreshing. After getting into his pajama shorts, he stepped back out, ignoring whatever Chuck was saying and just climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets all the way over his head to try and block out the light. He hoped he was tired enough that he could just pass out.

An hour later, he finally admitted that was not going to happen. The show was all shouting and explosions and bad puns. That, paired with Chuck's occasional grating laughter was not going to let him sleep at all. He finally rolled over and looked at the man. "Hey... could you maybe turn that down just a little?"

The fox gave him a look like he was just asked to grow a third leg. "Why?"

"Because I didn't get much rest last night and I'm trying to get some sleep. And that is very loud."

Chuck just frowned, but eventually shrugged. "Alright, if you insist." He leaned over and pulled out a set of headphones from his bag, slapping them over his ears and plugging them in. "Better?"

Mark nodded, his growing headache immediately easing just a little. "Yes. Thank you." He rolled over again, pulling the sheets back up to block out the light. Unfortunately, the fox started to laugh again within minutes. Mark just groaned, not wanting to argue with him again. He just put up with it for a while, drifting in and out of sleep as he was woken by the laughter or some loud comment made by the fox. He was not entirely sure how long that went on for, but eventually it seemed Chuck had gotten enough of the show and finally turned it and the laptop off. After a shower, he even turned the lights off after himself. Mark hoped he could finally get some actual sleep.

Then the snoring started again. Somehow, it was even worse when the man was sober. Mark didn't know someone could snore that loud in reality. It really was like listening to a cartoon character doing an over-the-top snore. Except that it was coming from a very real fox laying three feet away. The stag let out a heavy sigh, pulling the pillows over his head again and tried all he could to drown out the sound. He tried to think of relaxing music, or thinking of movie scenes, or just anything to distract himself from the noise filling the room. He was sure it was loud enough to keep the people beside them awake. Through sheer exhaustion and fatigue, he did somehow manage to eventually drift into an uneasy sleep. The last time he had checked the clock, it said it was just after five in the morning.

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"Hey, lazyass, you gonna get up!?" Mark was startled awake by the shouting beside him.

He turned to see Chuck, dressed again in leathers, giving him an almost scornful look. He groaned as he rolled over fully, not wanting to sit up. He half-mumbled. "What time is it?"

"Almost eight." The fox stood back up to his less-than-considerable height, his hands on his hips and his tail swishing behind him. "You don't get yourself out of bed, you'll miss breakfast. Y'know they stop it at nine, right?"

"It's Saturday. They go until ten thirty on Saturday." He groaned again as he forced himself to sit up. "But yeah... I guess I'm up now..." He felt worse than when he laid down, as if somehow he lost more rest than he gained by whatever brief sleep he got. He noticed the fox still hovering nearby. "What?"

Chuck cleared his throat, suddenly turning around. "Nothin. Just wanting to make sure you weren't sick and contagious or something." He moved toward the door. "Well, I'm going down. Hoping to meet some of those cute things I saw yesterday. Bet they'll be in real skimpy cosplays today!" He let out another of his annoying belly laughs as he walked out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

Mark just sat there, feeling like he really wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep. But he really didn't want to miss too much of the con. He had saved up for two months just to afford coming. After dragging himself out of bed, he threw on his clothes and walked out of the room and down to have some breakfast. While there, he met up with one of his friends, who commented that he looked... completely exhausted... and that his shirt was inside out. The stag groaned, but wanted to finish his pancakes first. And get a second cup of the awful coffee, though it didn't seem to be doing much for him.

He used one of the public restrooms to fix his shirt the right way around. While in there, he got a look at himself in the mirror. His hair was an absolute mess, his braid all lopsided and unwinding already. He had bags under his eyes large enough to be called luggage, and his fur was clumped in spots. He splashed some cold water on his face to try and clean himself up a little, but it only did so much. At least his fur looked neater. He didn't bother retying his braid, just pulled it out and left his hair loose.

Mark felt like he was walking around in a daze as he meandered about the con. He ended up literally bumping into several people in the dealer's room, and nearly tripped over several booths trying to get around them, even knocked a few things off of one. Thankfully it was nothing expensive or easily broken, though he still apologized over and over as he helped to set the display back up. He ended up buying a cheap figurine from the guy just to make up for it, even though he had no idea who the character he just bought was. Some rat in a dark blue cloak with a large mage staff. It was neat, at least.

Eventually, he just slumped into one of the big, sofa-chairs out in the main lobby. Despite the noise of the crowds, he felt like he could pass out right then and there. "Hey... you okay?" He blinked a few times, his vision a little blurry for a moment. He found himself staring up at Billy of all people. The dog was in an even fancier dress than the one yesterday, probably something for the cosplay contest. He was also looking down at him with a very concerned look. Even the big lion beside him also looking worried.

Mark took a breath and sat up, not realizing just how much he had slumped over. His back ached a bit, even with how comfortable the chair was. "Yeah... I'm... okay. Just really tired. Haven't been able to get a good night's sleep." He groaned a little and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it? I've got a panel to get to by noon."

Billy winced, holding out his phone to show the clock on it. "Uh... it's almost one in the afternoon... so it already started. Was it the one with Dave? The voice actor guy?" Mark just nodded. "Yeah, there was a huge line. Pretty sure it's full. Sorry."

He just took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Though he was definitely upset, he was too tired to feel the full weight of it right now. "Ah... shit. Was the one thing I really wanted to go to..."

The dog gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry. But if you're that tired, maybe you should go back to your room now and take a nap?"

Bill actually spoke up. "Pretty sure I saw Chuck heading to another panel just now, so you should get a few hours alone at least."

Mark chuckled, smiling weakly. "Yeah. That doesn't sound like a bad idea..." He was about to get up, but saw a big, yellow hand held out. He gratefully accepted Bill's help, letting the big man pull him up to his feet. "Thanks."

Billy asked "You going to be okay getting back to your room?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He stretched a little, hearing his back pop a couple times... which actually felt pretty nice. "Nph... Yeah, I should be fine. But thank you. You two go enjoy the rest of the con." He waved goodbye to the couple, then headed for the elevator. When it got to his floor, he was very thankful the room was not that far from it. He was also very thankful to find he was alone in the room once he stepped inside. Stumbling his way over to the bed, he fell onto it with a hard thump. He practically fell asleep before his head even hit the pillows.

Mark's sleep was completely devoid of dreams, just blissful unconsciousness. That bliss was rudely interrupted when the door opened, and a loud, gruff voice called out. "The fuck? You still sleeping, lazyass?" It jarred him slightly out of his sleep, but only so much. He mumbled some kind of reply, pulling his blanket tighter over himself and trying to drift off again. He groaned when Chuck continued to talk very loud, speaking more at him than to him. "I was gonna go to the cosplay contest, but some cunt told me I'm apparently banned. Something about upsetting some little snowflakes last year." He scoffed as he pulled his laptop out, and proceeded to pull up one of the episodes of the biker show... once more without headphones... while still ranting to himself. "Fucking cucks. Everyone's all too fucking sensitive about shit these days. Can't say nothing without some fucking snowflake Karen getting all offended."

The stag finally had enough and just rolled over to look at him. "Dude, could you shut the fuck up for a few hours? I'm trying to get some sleep."

Chuck grunted. "That any way to talk to the guy letting you stay in his room, dickweed?"

"I am paying you for it."

The fox scoffed again. "Ya fuck'n better be. Just be glad I ain't charging your lazy ass more for that mouth." He still reached into his bag and pulled out his headphones. "But fine. I'll let the princess get her beauty sleep." He plugged in the headphones and put them on. "You want me to fluff your pillows, too?" Mark just rolled back over and pulled the blankets back over himself, grumbling under his breath. Chuck also grumbled for a while, but Mark was able to mostly block it out and drift back to sleep. An uneasy and not very restful sleep, but at least it was sleep.

At some point, the snoring started again. Mark slowly opened his eyes, letting out a loud sigh. The room was dark now, so he must have passed out for a while. Rolling over, he looked at the clock and saw it was just after two AM. He still felt awful, but some sleep had happened. Just enough that trying to get back to sleep with the lumberjack noises in the bed next to his would be nearly impossible. He rolled onto his back and just stared up at the ceiling. This whole weekend had been a complete and utter disaster. And it was almost entirely due to the homophobic asshole sleeping next to him. He really wanted to teach this fucker a lesson. A harsh one.

The thoughts came to him about how. Some were very juvenile, but then they got darker. Much darker. He had always tried to ignore those darker thoughts, never acting on them. But right now, they were very strong... and the annoying snoring only made them stronger, especially since that was the reason for all of this. He closed his eyes, knowing that this was a bad idea... but Chuck needed to be taught a real lesson. Or possibly more than that. Definitely more than that. His fatigued mind just kept imagining worse and worse things to do.

He looked and saw it was almost three now. He had been struggling with himself for nearly an hour now. So he finally decided to give in. He threw off his blanket and swung his legs off of the bed, standing up and looming over Chuck. The fox was laying on top of his own blankets, his back to Mark. He could see the big, fluffy tail twitching a little in his sleep, that shapely ass covered only by a pair of boxers. Mark hooked his fingers into his own shorts and tugged them down, letting his 8 inches slip free. It was already getting hard, and a few strokes made it get the rest of the way. Especially as he stared at the nice ass and fluffy tail, with the knowledge of what he was about to do.

He reached out and took hold of Chuck's boxers, tugging them down a little. The fox was a deep sleeper, and barely reacted with more than a slight grunt, his tail flicking once. A few more tugs, and he managed to get the boxers all the way off, tossing them to the side. He crawled onto the bed beside the man, rubbing his shaft against that shapely rear. He positioned the fox's tail so it twitched against his chest, the fuzzy tip swishing just in front of his nose. He loved big fluffy tails. He started to rub himself against the man's ass cheeks, his pointed tip prodding at the pucker every so often.

Mark was surprised when he actually heard a slight moan from the man. He smirked a little, reaching around to slip his fingers around Chuck's cock. It was around five inches long... and mostly hard, twitching a little against his fingers. "Well, well... seems you're also a massive fucking hypocrite." Now he was definitely going to do this. He positioned himself a little more, then started to push forward. He let out a moan as his cock pushed against the pucker, then started to part it and slide inside. Chuck made a grunt and slight groan, his cock getting fully hard now. The stag grunted a little as he pushed another inch into him. "Fuck this is a nice, tight ass."

Chuck let out another moaning groan as the shaft slid deeper into his rear, then made a snort as he suddenly woke up. "W-wha..." He suddenly stiffened as he felt the cock shove another inch into him. "Ahhh... W-what the fuck are you d-" Mark's arm suddenly came around the fox's neck, gripping him and pulling him close in a sleeper hold. Though he left it somewhat loose, so he was only slightly choking him, more just keeping him from making any louder noises.

He leaned closer, speaking softly into the man's ear. "You have a real tight ass, biker boy." He grunted as he stuffed a little more, almost all of him lodged up inside now. "But you're taking my cock so nice. And you're all hard and twitching, too. Like you're enjoying this." Chuck tried to make a noise of protest, his hands coming up to try and grab at the arm around his neck, but Mark just pressed forward to pin him against the bed. "Don't go denying it, foxy." He grunted, thrusting the last inch into the man. "You've been wanting this since you first saw me."

The fox tried to protest more, only for his whole body to tense up when Mark started to pump his hips. He could feel the man's ass clenching around him, but not from pain or protest. Mark knew the feel of an ass enjoying being fucked quite well. He laughed a little, glancing down to see Chuck's cock twitching and throbbing every time he stuffed his own back inside. "Look at that. Your even throbbing. Oh... and drooling a little. Looks like you're one of those... what was it you said? Faggot twink buttsluts?" Chuck started to struggle again, but Mark just tightened his grip on the man's neck and started to thrust harder. He also noted that the fox was not kicking much, his body accepting what was happening, even enjoying it.

Mark rolled a little to pin the fox under him and really start thrusting deep into his ass. He heard the choked grunts coming from the man. "You know, I really hate you self-hating types. You lash out at everyone who has accepted who they are, because you're too much of a fucking coward to admit it yourself." He tightened his grip even harder, moving his other hand up to grip the top of the man's head. "Well, tonight, you're this faggot's bitch." He let out a groan as he felt his cock twitching, the pressure building up inside. He was so pent up, and his anger was driving him more than anything else, so he did nothing to hold it back. "You're getting my queer load all up into this tight bitch ass of yours." He felt some real satisfaction using all the hate speech right back at the man he was raping.

He thrust harder, feeling like he might be getting just that little bit deeper. "Fuck... here it comes!" He groaned as he felt himself getting closer. "But, don't you worry, subby boy." He gripped tighter, moving the hand on top of his head down to grip the side of his muzzle. "You won't feel it!" He suddenly yanked the man's head to the side as hard as he could while pressing down. It took the man so much by surprise that he didn't have time to resist. There was a sudden series of crunching pops and a crack, the fox's body jerking hard, his ass clenching even harder. Then he just started to shiver and twitch under the stag, his arms going limp and flopping to the bed, one hanging off the edge.

Mark grunted and panted as he thrust as hard and deep as he could into the twitching ass. "Fuck... ah fuck... AHHH!" He leaned forward and bit into the fox's ear as hard as he could to muffle his scream of pleasure. His cock jerked and twitched as it started to blast wave after wave of his spunk deep into the fox's quivering backside. He gripped tight, hearing a few clicks from the man's neck as he clung to him. His balls felt like they were forcing every drop they could out as he shot a heavier load than he ever had before into a dying man.

He was not sure how long he came, but it felt like hours. Eventually, he let go of the ear in his teeth and just started to pant heavily. "Fuck... Gods... oh fuck that was amazing!" He had fantasized about raping and killing people in the past, read stories and had a lot of porn depicting it, but he had never actually done it until today. "Fucking hell, man. This..." He let out a breath. "Fuck." He might not ever be able to go back to normal sex after this. ...Well, no, he definitely could keep fucking cute boys, but he was also definitely going to have to snuff someone out again in the future if it felt this good.

He found himself still hard, his hips still humping a little, even as the fox had gone completely still under him. He shifted his grip to hold the man, rolling over a little. That's when he noticed a large, sticky pool left on the bed, and couldn't help but laugh. Reaching down, he gripped the fox's cock, finding it messy with the man's cum. He had blown his load at some point. He couldn't help but laugh a little. "Damn, man. You really were a little subby buttslut fag all along, weren't you? Cumming as you're being raped and murdered by a big stag."

He rolled over onto his back, keeping himself lodged into the man now in his lap. He started to thrust again, stuffing himself deep once more. "Don't worry, dead fucker. I'll give you another load, since you seemed to like the first one." He kept one arm around the limp fox's waist to keep him from sliding off. His other hand moved down to start playing with the man's messy cock. It was already starting to deflate a little now that his heart had stopped beating, but Mark had some fun playing with the floppy cock while stuffing into the slightly looser, cooling ass.

He took his time the second round, bouncing the man in his lap. He also moved the limp, fluffy tail up so he could grip it in his teeth, biting down and feeling the fluffy fuzz brushing and tickling at his mouth and nose. He bit down a little harder as he felt his second orgasm starting to come up on him after nearly half an hour of playing with the dead body. His hands moved down to grip the fox's sides, bouncing him harder, thrusting up to stuff every inch of himself deep into the dead ass over and over. He let out a loud groan of pleasure, muffled slightly by the tail clenched in his teeth. His cock twitched and pulsed, and started to spit his cum deep inside once again, the fresh seed joining the last load still in there. It wasn't nearly as much the second time, but he still dumped quite a bit into him.

The pleasure didn't quite last as long this time, either, but it still left him with a warm, tingling feeling. He opened his mouth to let the tail fall out of it, panting heavily again. "AH... ha... fuck, you were a complete asshole, but your actual asshole was a fun boy cunt to rape. I'll give you that, at least." He slid his arms around the fox to hold him, resting his chin on the dead man's shoulder so he could catch his breath. "Ah... well, guess you were good for that, at least." After his breathing started to even a little, his fatigue started to creep back in again.

He rolled a little, taking the fox with him. Laying the dead man on his side, he still held onto him, cuddling with the cooling body while keeping himself lodged inside of him. "I'm going to get some sleep now. And for once, you won't be fucking waking me up." He shifted the man's tail up a little so he could bury his face in the foxy fluff. "In fact, you might even help me sleep this time." He chuckled, snuggling up into the fluff and holding the body up against himself. Sure enough, he did manage to drift off to sleep again. And for the first time the whole convention, stayed asleep. An actually restful and pleasant sleep.

When he did finally wake back up again hours later, he felt refreshed. He was still holding onto the dead man, the fox's body now considerably colder than it had been hours earlier. His cock was still lodged into the man's ass, but was mostly soft by now. It slid out easily as he pulled his hips back, letting out a slight moan at the pleasant feeling. "Ah... that's nice. Definitely need to do this again." He chuckled, sitting up and looking at the clock. It was only a little before nine in the morning. So he still had time to get some breakfast, even with a shower first.

After cleaning himself of the lust from last night, he had an idea. Leaving the water running in the shower, he went to retrieve Chuck's body. He dragged the fox into the bathroom, then dumped it into the shower, letting the water continue to rain down on the naked corpse. "There. You can get all cleaned up and stay there until someone decides to check on you." He then went back and got dressed. He also packed all of his stuff up into his suitcase. He was already planning on leaving after the closing ceremonies in a few hours. And his name was nowhere on the registry for the room. He hadn't even paid Chuck yet, since he was planning to do that today. So that was a couple hundred bucks he didn't have to spend.

He smiled as he stepped out of the room, pulling his luggage with him. Maybe he could actually enjoy the last day of the con. In fact, he was certain of it. He was going to have at least one good day today. He might even go buy one of those nice figurines he saw in the dealer's room. He tossed the keycard on the bathroom counter as he passed by. The door to the room close behind him as he walked to the elevators, determined to enjoy one last day today. Then... well, then he would see what the future brought. But he knew for a fact he was going to have to rape and kill some other cute boy at some point. If he was really lucky, he might even find a cute guy out there today.

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