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Visit my website to see where else you can find my work, follow my socials, or support me!", "writing": "Julian cut through the water, propelling himself forwards with powerful breaststroke after powerful breaststroke. It felt like he was flying through the air, pulling his strong yet nimble body across the water with shocking speed.\n\nHis muscles burned but he ignored them, yanking himself forward again and again. There was nothing that could stop him, nothing that would dare get in this way. At this point, it was just him and the water, bound together in harmony.\n\nYet, his pace was flawed. Sure, to most animals, his speed would've been utterly unheard of. Though most animals weren't trained swimmers who were as invested in the sport as himself. All he could focus on was the fact that he was slow, much slower than he would've liked. And he knew that this was for one reason and one reason alone.\n\nAs he reached the end of his lap, he braced himself against the edge of the pool, coming to a dead stop. He went motionless before emerging from the water, rasping for breath.\n\n``Don't your antlers get in the way?'' someone asked.\n\nJulian looked up and saw a familiar animal sitting upon the edge of the water, occupying the slot next to him. He was lazily kicking at the water, seeming to amuse himself with the movement of fluids.\n\nThis creature was a grey wolf, stronger and taller than himself. His body was thin but designed like a swimmer with arms strengthened for strokes and legs sculpted in order to undertake these impressive feats. His hair was cropped short and dyed a vibrant purple, utterly clashing with the orange swimsuit he currently wore.\n\nHis name was Tristan. And as Julian looked around, he realized that he was the only other animal currently at the pool.\n\nJulian scoffed. ``I'll get them trimmed before the season starts.''\n\nHe looked down at the water and at his own athletic body. His form was sculpted out of the same material as Tristan though he was shorter and more petite. There was also a tight swim cap draped over his blonde hair though this rubbery barrier had no hope of hiding the two jagged antlers which sprouted out from his skull like boney branches.\n\nThe joys of being a deer with mating season rapidly approaching.\n\n``Still impressive that you managed that pace,'' Tristan quipped. ``I can see why you're the second fastest swimmer on the team.''\n\nJulian threw him a dirty look.\n\nTristan merely smirked. ``What? It was meant to be a compliment.''\n\nHe got up and stretched his body taut as if trying to rub in how much stronger he was as a carnivore, accenting his muscles. It worked and it took a lot of willpower for Julian to shove aside the desire to scowl at him. Though it also had the added effect of causing Julian's eyes to wander, seeing his teammate's abs and the tight swimsuit. \n\nThe material conformed so nicely to his...\n\nJulian averted his eyes, lest he be caught gawking. It wouldn't do him any good if Tristan noticed that he was staring at him like that. ``How about a little competition?''\n\nTristan paused, smirking as he looked down at him. ``What sort of competition?''\n\n``We have a race after my mating season and we see who's really the fastest between us,'' Julian offered, shrugging. ``Winner gets bragging rights.''\n\n``I do love bragging rights,'' Tristan teased. He pondered this offer, humming and hawing as he did so. After doing so, he simply shrugged. ``Sure, I don't mind giving you a couple months to train.'' He winked at him and offered an especially smarmy smile. ``Who knows? It might even make it a fair fight.''\n\n``Fuck you,'' Julian grumbled.\n\nTristan smirked. ``You wish.''\n\nHe walked over and offered his hand.\t\n\nEven though Julian was prideful, he took the offer and used Tristan's help to get out of the pool.\n\n``For real though, I think you're doing pretty good with those bad boys sprouting out of your skull like that,'' Tristan said, patting him firmly on the back. He then led him towards the pool's locker rooms. ``Do they hurt when they grow out?''\n\n``A little,'' Julian admitted.\n\n``I heard that they get all bloody when they fall off, is that true?'' Tristan asked.\n\nJulian scoffed. ``Yeah.''\n\n``Dude, that's metal as fuck,'' Tristan chided, grinning. It was a little adorable to hear the genuine awe which seemed to permeate his voice. ``Worst I ever had to deal with was chipping my tooth when I bit into a bone.''\n\nJulian was about to ask if Tristan had ever had that happen though as he looked up, he saw his teammate grinning and showing off his rows of sharp white teeth. Only, there was a single metallic tooth near the front which glimmered from amongst them.\n\n``You carnivores scare me,'' he ribbed.\n\n ``Honestly, I'm used to it by now.'' Tristan shrugged. ``If it makes you feel any better, you wouldn't taste very good. Too much muscle and not enough fat on you.''\n\nJulian shuddered. ``Thanks.''\n\nThey slipped out of the main hall together and into an equally empty locker room. They really were the only two guys still around with none of the showers currently occupied.\n\nJulian hadn't thought he'd been training that hard. ``Where is everyone?''\n\nTristan scoffed. ``Dude, they left like thirty minutes ago. Didn't you notice?''\n\nJulian blinked and glanced at a clock on the wall, sucking in a breath at the time. Had he really been training that long?\n\n``Holy shit, you really were in the zone, huh?'' Tristan teased, finally drawing away and heading off towards the showers. ``Had no idea that you were so focused on this.''\n\nJulian shook his head. ``Why did you stay behind?''\n\n``Because I wasn't about to let you just keep swimming all by yourself,'' Tristan said, chuckling to himself as he headed into the neighbouring room. ``Look pretty bad on me if someone on the team ended up having an accident and no one was around to help them out.'' He poked his head out of the shower and grinned at him. ``Plus, I didn't really have anything better to do.''\n\nJulian cocked a brow. ``Don't you have a girlfriend.''\n\n``Not anymore,'' Tristan gleefully quipped, ducking back into the shower. ``Broke up last week.''\n\nJulian winced. ``Shit, I'm sorry.''\n\n``Eh... it happens,'' Julian said, raising his voice as he turned on one of the showers. ``Seems like we're both happier apart than we ever were together. So, it's whatever. How about you? Don't you have a girlfriend or something?''\n\nJulian snorted. ``Don't swing that way.''\n\n``Explains why you look like such a fucking twink,'' Tristan teased.\n\nJulian blinked and took a moment to really process that comment. Though once he had, his face burned. He tried to speak but it was like he'd been punched right in the gut, utterly derailed from anything approaching rational thoughts. \n\nHow was someone even supposed to respond to something like that?\n\n``Pardon?'' he finally wheezed.\n\n``Oh, don't worry, I'm bi,'' Tristan quipped. ``I'm totally allowed to use that word.''\n\n``What does that...'' Julian shook his head, gesturing through the air as if hoping that God would somehow answer him. Truly this was the kind of statement that required divine intervention to make it make sense. ``What does that even mean?''\n\n``Isn't it like a slur or some shit?'' Tristan asked.\n\nJulian stepped into the shower, shaking his head as he did so. ``No... twink isn't a slur. Who told you that twink was a slur?''\n\nHe saw that Tristan was standing underneath one of the showers, utterly naked as he let the downpour of hot water wash over him. It wasn't like his swimsuit had left much to the imagination but it was still incredible to see his rump fully on display. It was tight and plush, probably firm enough to bounce a quarter off of it.\n\n``Huh, I totally thought it was a slur,'' Tristan quipped, shaking his head. ``The more you know, right?''\n\nJulian shook his head. ``It's definitely not a slur.''\n\n``Then why did you act like I called you a slut?'' Tristan asked, glancing at him. ``You sounded like I punched you in the stomach just now.''\n\n``Just never really thought of myself as a twink is all,'' Julian murmured, reaching down and pulling off his swimsuit. He tossed it into a nearby hamper before marching over to one of the shows, making sure to put a decent amount of space between himself and Tristan. ``I'm more of an otter, thank you very much.''\n\n``I thought you were a deer?'' Tristan said.\n\n``No, no, no...'' Julian sighed and motioned towards him. ``Like I'm a hunky guy who isn't very twinky. The term is otter''\n\n``Isn't that just a twunk?'' Tristan then asked, pondering this new information.\n\nJulian went silent as he really thought about it as well. In the end, he shook his head. ``Maybe?''\n\n``Tomato tomato,'' Tristain said.\n\nTristan grabbed a bottle of full coat shampoo and squirted a generous sample of the stuff into his opened palm. He then started to rub it into his shaggy fur, lathering himself in the stuff. \n\nJulian couldn't help but watch, hearing him hum a playful little tune as he scrubbed himself down. He was pretty efficient about it, taking very little time to coat himself in a solid shroud of bubbles. Though Julian quickly stirred as he realized he'd been staring for just a little too long. At the very least, it seemed that Tristan hadn't caught him, saving his pride. \n\nInstead, Julian turned around and focused on the tap in front of him, turning the handle. A stream of warm water soon hit him, making him sigh in relief. He hadn't been aware of how sore he'd been until this point. Yet, that was the cost of working out harder and longer than anyone else on the team. At the very least, it seemed that the water penetrated deep into his muscles, soothing them by a noticeable degree.\n\n``Can I ask you a question?'' Tristan asked.\n\nJulian glanced over. ``Sure?''\n\nHe saw that Tristan was looking at him, studying him with those predatory eyes. His gaze was cold while his smile was oddly warm, a clash of demeanours that only a carnivore could really accomplish. ``Can I compliment your ass and still claim `no homo'?''\n\nJulian blinked.\n\n``Because you have a really nice ass, bro,'' Tristan quipped, nodding towards it before turning towards his shower. ``Your boyfriend must be a fan.''\n\nJulian flushed. ``Do you compliment people on their asses often?''\n\nTristan shrugged. ``I mean whenever I see an ass that's actually worth complimenting.'' He pursed his lips together, pausing to scratch at the underside of his muzzle. ``Though I'll admit that it isn't exactly an effective tactic for picking up other animals.''\n\n``I couldn't imagine why,'' Julian grumbled. Though he was unable to stop himself from smiling, trying his best to hide it. His compliment felt rather nice.\n\nAnd why exactly did his compliment feel so good?\n\nJuian sighed.\n\nDon't even think about it, dumbass.\n\nYet, he couldn't help but glance back, seeing that Tristan was still facing away from him. A part of him wondered if the wolf noticed and was milking in the fact that he had managed to monopolize upon Julian's gaze.\n\nPull up, Julian, this is a bad idea.\n\nYet, it was so tempting. It'd been a hot minute since he'd gotten up to this sort of stuff. And these antlers were very real proof that he was starting to get to that time of the year. Maybe, if he got a head start, he could work through it faster than the others. The last thing he needed was to be a stag with a nice rack, making him an easy target for every dude bro trying to flaunt himself before the campus' doe population.\n\n``You know,'' Tristan teased. ``It's just the two of us in here.''\n\nJulian paused, picking up on what Tristan was trying to lay down. He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. ``Are you coming onto me?''\n\nTristan shrugged. ``I mean, I was kind of hoping that you'd pick up on what I was hinting at. It wasn't like I was being subtle or anything.'' He turned around fully, leaning against the shower wall. His body looked stunning, dripping with water. There was a sheathe just below his belly with the tiniest bit of vibrant red poking through from within. ``You seem pretty chill, is all.'' He smirked and made a show of looking him over. ``Really cute too.''\n\n``But we're rivals?'' Julian grumbled, hating that a very evident red had formed in his cheeks at Tristan's compliment.\n\nTristan snorted. ``So?'' He reached out and turned off the tap, causing the water to stop. ``Are you afraid that I'm going to win at sex or something?''\n\nJulian flushed and looked off to the side. ``Well, no, I just... I thought you disliked me, that?s all.''\n\n``Dude, have you never heard of friendly competition before?'' Tristan asked, winking at him. ``This is just fun for me.''\n\nJulian blinked. ``Huh?''\n\n``Wait, wait, wait, did you seriously think that I hated you or some shit?'' Tristan asked, scoffing.\n\nJulian flushed. ``I mean... hate is a pretty strong word.''\n\n``I think that you've been watching a few too many sports animes,'' Tristan teased, winking at him. ``Am I right or am I right?''\n\nJulian's blush only deepened, causing Tristan to quickly devolve into a proper snickering fit. His laughter didn't help Julian's complexion in the slightest with each jackal-like yelp increasing the burning hue which utterly dominated his complexion at this point.\n\n``Dude, if I hated you then I certainly wouldn't stay on a team with you,'' Tristan said, shaking his head. ``Like, you're not so oblivious to that fact, right? This club is just for shits and giggles. If I had an actual issue with you, I'd just hit the streets and find something better to do with my free time.''\n\n``Well, when you say it like that,'' Julian murmured.\n\n``It sounds a little insane, right?'' Tristan asked, cocking a brow. ``Because, no offense, but you're sounding a little insane right now.''\n\n``Shut up!'' Julian yelped as he buried his face into his hands.\n\nAnd to Tristan's credit, he did, not saying another peep as he looked away and turned his shower back on. This gave Julian some much needed time to compose himself, slowly but surely getting around to putting his thoughts back into order.\n\nIt felt like hours had gone by but it was surely only a minute before Julian sighed. ``So, we're chill?''\n\n``Absolutely,'' Tristan replied.\n\n``And you want to fuck me?'' Julian asked.\n\nTristan shrugged and looked over his shoulder, throwing off a playful little smile as he did. ``If you'd like.''\n\nIf you'd like...\n\nAnd what exactly did Julian want? \n\nHe wasn't at all oblivious to the fact that the wolf was handsome. Nor was he unaware of the fact that his gaze had lingered so eagerly upon his companion's naked body, checking out his ass and strong physique. This wolf was smoking hot with a cock that Julian couldn't help but be intrigued by. He'd heard that canine dicks were the best on campus and he wasn't at all adverse to doing some research on that.\n\nAll of this was compounded by the fact that he was in the midst of a dry spell with the annual heat rapidly approaching. It would be insane of him not to take a chance like this even if he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about his team captain.\n\nOn the other hand, he had also just made an absolute ass of himself and had apparently gaslit himself into believing that there was some sort of personal feud between himself and Tristan. Not an impossible reality to shy away from but enough of one that it made him feel a little bad for even thinking about pursuing something so selfish in the first place.\n\nWell, the worst thing you could do is go dead silent after asking about it. That would probably be the absolute worst thing that you could do.\n\n...\n\nFuck.\n\nWhy was he such a freaking disaster?\n\n``Yeah, I'd like that,'' Julian barked, managing to quickly get control over his faculties and level out of his voice. ``I'd like that a lot actually.''\n\n``Glad to hear it,'' Tristan replied. If he noticed any of Julian's awkwardness, it was impossible to really tell. He simply played it cool, keeping his tone detached and nonchalant as ever. ``So, what would you like to do?''\n\nJulian bit his lip and wondered what exactly he wanted to do. A million different ideas came to the forefront of his mind and a few fantasies started to take shape as well. While they varied in themes and content, they were chiefly focused on him bottoming.\n\nAfter all, it only made sense considering that Tristan was so much larger than him, stronger too, with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth that could do all sorts of unwholesome things if push came to shove.\n\nWas that fetishizing? That felt like it might be fetishizing?\n\n``Julian?'' Tristan asked.\n\nJulian sucked in a breath. ``Sorry, just thinking about what I'd actually like to do.'' \n\nHe rubbed at his arm, wondering what they could even do in a place like this. Sure, they had privacy but he didn't have any of the stuff necessary to make anal feasible. Which left his options greatly reduced. \n\nThough they weren't entirely depleted. \n\n``How about I give you head?'' Julian finally asked\n\nTristan chuckled. ``Hell yeah.''\n\nJulian turned and saw that Tristan was now out of the shower, reaching for a towel. He made sure to keep his body fully exposed as he dried off his thick mane, vigorously scrubbing at it in some hopeless effort to get rid of the water contained within.\n\nOnce finished, his hair stood poofed up with Tristan's big dumb wolf grin now front and centre. It was enough to make Julian snicker.\n\n``Fuck, you're such a dweeb,'' Julian said. ``How did I never notice this before?\n\nTristan shrugged. ``Honestly, I'd rather be seen as a dweeb than a rival. Dweebs have way less of a responsibility to live up to.''\n\n``Fair, fair,'' Julian said, shaking his head.\n\nHe reached out and turned off his shower, stepping away and heading over to the towels. As he grabbed one, he started to dry himself off as well. \n\nThough he sensed that Tristan was now approaching him. As he got close, Julian could feel his warmth and the raw presence of his body. He could hear his captain breathing and could smell the shampoo that he used, picking up on the spicy notes of it. It felt oddly intimate, being this close to someone and picking up on their presence.\n\nHis closeness sent a pulse of excited energy coursing through Julian's system. It was enticing, causing something to twitch from within his sheathe. As he looked down, he noticed that the pink tip of his cervid pride had started to poke through.\n\n``Oh hey,'' Tristan teased, chuckling as he tilted his snout towards Julian's dick. It seemed that this development hadn't gone unnoticed. ``Would you look at that?''\n\n``I...'' Julian drew in a breath. ``I have no idea what you're talking about?''\n\n``Are you sure?'' Tristan asked.\n\nHe moved around Julian and embraced him from behind, placing one hand upon his toned core while he cupped his crotch with the other. His hands were so large, with the one around his sack easily being able to cover several inches of prime real estate. Without comment, he began to caress the deer's sack, fondling it firmly.\n\n``Seems like you're getting a little excited there, dude,'' Tristan teased.\n\nJulian drew in a breath and closed his eyes. There was little he could do to deny this fact. After all, it was as clear as day, seen upon his very excited anatomy. A part of him wanted to curse his body but he knew this was an utterly fruitless declaration.\n\n``It kind of feels like you want me, bro?'' Tristan murmured, bringing his sharp muzzle in line with Julians' ear. He exhaled against it, caressing it with the warmth of his intentions. ``Do you want me?''\n\nJulian sucked in an errant little breath. ``Maybe.''\n\n``Maybe?'' Tristan asked, smirking. ``Don't play hard to get, bro. I care about eager and enthusiastic consent after all. So, I want a very enthusiastic yes from you before I go any further. Do you get me?''\n\n``Yes,'' Julian conceded, burning bright red. ``I consent.''\n\nTristan chuckled and then pressed his hips forward, pushing his crotch into Julian's body. His larger stature ensured that he poked him in the small of his back, grinding against it. \n\nJulian's eyes widened as he realized that there was something slick and hot emerging from within Tristan's sheathe.\n\nThe wolf growled, letting out a deep and guttural note of satisfaction. His grip tensed and he kneaded a bit harder than before. It almost seemed like he was starting to succumb to his animalistic desires, wanting more and more of him at this moment.\n\nJulian gasped and closed his eyes, feeling his legs wobble underneath him. He didn't want to come across as feeble but it was hard not to with the way that Tristan was currently touching him.\n\n``Can I bite you?'' Tristan asked.\n\nJulian's eyes widened. Before he was even really aware of it, he was nodding along to this request. Though as promised, Tristan didn't act upon just that alone, waiting expectantly for something else.\n\nIt took a few seconds before that something clicked within Julian's lust-ridden brain. ``Yes... yes, you can bite me.'' He swallowed a lump in his throat. ``I consent.''\n\nTristan kissed Julian upon the shoulder, lapping at his coat. ``Good boy.''\n\nGood boy...\n\nThose two words were powerful in their own right, filling Julian with a euphoric warmth. He wanted to prove that he was worthy of that title, willing to do a whole lot in order to please this carnivore.\n\nTristan dragged his tongue along Julian's shoulder blade, seeming to taste the contours of his muscles, sampling the fur and flesh that lingered underneath. He opened his mouth and brushed those sharp teeth against Julian's coat. It felt like both a threat and a sinful promise, showing just what he'd be capable of doing if he let loose.\n\nAnd that excited Tristan, causing his pride to ease further out of his sheathe than before. He whined as he felt Tristan grasp it within his hand, stroking it. His companion let out an amused note of laughter, sounding so thrilled about this development.\n\n``Cute,'' Tristan grumbled. \n\nJulian could also feel Tristan's pride continuing to ease forth as well. It was growing harder and harder with each passing second becoming so painfully erect against his back. As he looked down at his own cock, he quickly realized that his organ was nothing compared to what this wolf was pack. \n\nIt wasn't long before his cock had finally hardened fully and twitched eagerly within Tristan's hand. It was so eager for use. \n\nTristan snorted and gave it one last stroke before he placed both of them upon Julian's hips. This allowed the deer to look down at his rock-hard pride, watching it bob through the air. It was slender though long with a pointed tip. It was a bright pink in colour, looking adorable standing there in the middle of the air.\n\nJulian was about to reach down and take care of it but that's when Tristan lashed out. He lunged forwards and took Julian's shoulder between his teeth, roughly biting down upon it. His canine prickled at his flesh, digging into it and sending bolts of sharp pain rocketing throughout Julian's body. It made his pulse quicken and eyes widened as he went bolt still. It seemed that his prey instincts had now kicked into gear, leaving him like a literal deer in the headlights.\n\nHe whined, squirming. Tristan tensed his jaw and the noises amplified further, sounding so desperate and pathetic.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' Julian groaned.\n\nTristan chuckled and seized his hips, holding them firmly. The warmth of his breath rolled across Julian's hide, causing all of the hairs upon the back of his neck to stand up. There was a battle within his mind between his fight or flight instincts, balancing precariously on an axis of primal fear and desperate desire.\n\nWhy was this so hot? Why were carnivores capable of eliciting this sort of reaction?\n\nA pressing question which really didn't seem to have an answer for. Clearly, it had to be related to that fetishization, wanting this wolf to be the big bad predator who could make him do whatever he wanted. It had to be that, there was no other explanation.\n\nAny sensation of guilt was quick to leave Julian, however, lost to him as endorphins and lust soon filled his mind instead. \n\nTristan growled and ground his hips forward, really pressing into Julian's back. It was like he was trying to breed his spine, desperately frotting it with the fullness of his erection. Lords, it was huge, larger than any of the boys that Julian had ever fooled around with before. \n\nWere all carnivores this well-endowed? Had he shot himself in the foot by only entraining herbivores until this point?\n\n``H-how?'' Julian gasped, realizing that words were quickly becoming a rather difficult concept for him to grasp. Thankfully, it seemed that Tristan knew this as he eased back, chuckling to himself. ``How have we never done something like this before?''\n\nTristan shrugged. ``Was never single until now and you've always had a stick up your ass whenever we've been alone.''\n\n``I mean...'' Julian smirked, grinning more to himself than Tristan. He pressed his hips back against the wolf, grinding his tight ass against him. ``I think I'm about to have something else up there instead.''\n\n``Not today, dude,'' Tristan chided, letting his husky breath wash over his ear. His amusement came forth in a harsh note of laughter, his body rumbling with mirth. ``Today I'm fucking your face and you're going to like it.''\n\nJulian's eyes widened at the brashness of his tone, the harshness of his declaration. A part of him thought that he should fight back and rebut though he also couldn't help but...\n\nOh, dear god...\n\nWas he really getting turned on by this?\n\nTristan paused and then giggled, snickering to himself. The sound of him losing his shit made Julian flush, wondering what exactly he found so funny about all of this. It was enough to make him push away, circling around in order to face his companion.\n\n``Sorry, sorry,'' Tristan rasped as he covered his face with a hand. ``Just... do all of you herbivores have a built-in sub switch or something? I swear to God, you all go doe-eyed when I say something like that.''\n\nJulian huffed and glared at him. ``And what's that supposed to mean?''\n\n``It just means like...'' Tristan shook his head and reached down, carefully wrapping his fingers around his erection in order to fluff it. ``It just means that every herbivore I've fucked has always turned into a total sub whenever I break out by big ole teeth and growl at them.''\n\nSeeing Tristan's cock out in the open, Julian was unable to look away. His captain really did a good job of showing off just how powerful that organ really was. It was easily an extra inch or two longer than his own with a thicker shaft, a burgeoning knot near the base, and a speared tip with a bead of something pearly and white glistening from it.\n\nJulian blushed and looked off to the side. He knew that he probably should've stated that this was not the case but he also couldn't bring himself to do so. In fact, he knew that Tristan had kind of hit the nail on the head with that one.\n\n``Julian?'' Tristan asked.\n\n``This...'' Julian reached forward and prodded him in the chest with a finger. ``This stays between us, understand?''\n\n``Your secret is safe with me,'' Tristan teased, chuckling at him.\n\nJulian nodded and slowly drew his finger back, instead folding his hands in front of his chest. His emotions were quick to settle and he soon allowed his gaze to fall back towards the erection which hung between them. \n\nHe couldn't very well do nothing with it, now could he?\n\nAs such, he started to look around, trying to spot something which might make things a little easier for them. There was a bench off in the corner which looked like it was just low enough that he could comfortably sit down upon it and be level with Tristan's crotch.\n\n``Any requests before we begin?'' Tristan asked.\n\nJulian moved over to the bench, settling down upon it. ``Are you going to judge me?''\n\n``Not at all,'' Tristan replied. Julian attempted to gauge his tone but couldn't pick up on a single note of untruth within that statement. If he was lying then he was doing a good job masking it. ``What happens in swim club stays in swim club, am I right?''\n\n``What does that mean?'' Julian asked, watching as Tristan came over.\n\n``Dude, it's...'' Tristan shook his head. ``Have you never watched Fight Club?''\n\nJulian cocked a brow. ``Should I have?''\n\n``Dude...'' Tristan blinked and gestured silently towards him as if hoping that this alone would suddenly bestow the knowledge of this film upon him. ``Dude! We need to watch Fight Club. It's like my favourite movie.''\n\n``Can it wait until after I've finished blowing you?'' Julian asked, smirking at him.\n\nTristan scoffed. ``I mean duh but you totally need to watch it. We can make a date out of it or something.''\n\n``Are we dating now?'' Julian asked, shaking his head. ``I think we're kind of doing things backwards here.''\n\nHe decided that this conversation was boring him. So, he leaned forwards and kissed the tip of Tristan's cock. The glistening dollop of juices was salty, powerful in its flavour. Maybe it was just his mind but he swore that there was something about a carnivore's pre which was far more feral and delicious in its quality.\n\nIt seemed to be enough to make Tristan gasp, shivering. ``A-any requests?''\n\n``Use my antlers like handlebars,'' Julian quipped, glancing up at him and smirking. It even shocked him how quickly he could pivot to a downright bratty disposition when push came to shove. ``Unless you're scared of hurting me.''\n\nIt seemed that his perverted little request had taken Tristan completely by surprise as the wolf looked a little shaken by it. He blinked through his stupor, taking a few moments to collect himself. Yet, in the end, something clicked as a fresh smile formed.\n\n``Freak,'' he ribbed.\n\nHe reached out with both hands and firmly grabbed hold of Julan's antlers. For now, he didn't do much with them, merely holding onto them and allowing the deer to do as he pleased. Yet, there was a very noticeable shift within this one little action, a movement away from Julian's autonomy.\n\nAnd that tickled at the back of Julian's mind, making him rub his thighs together in a lustful anticipation. Why did the thought of being overpowered do this to him?\n\nJulian parted his lips and took Tristan's pride into his mouth. He began to bob along it, moving in gentle little motions. His depth was experimental, cautious, taking his time as he glided back and forth along these first few inches. This allowed him to use his tongue, nimbly swirling it around again and again, collecting his companion's essence and feeling his warmth.\n\nIt seemed that Tristan approved as he moaned and groaned, shivering with glee. His cock twitched and more of his pre dribbled forth, being the perfect little treat, an indication that Julian was doing a good job.\n\nThe deer closed his eyes and succumbed to his companion's advances, easing forwards more and more. His maw was long, allowing him to get a pretty decent amount of his companion's cock into his mouth. Yet, this wolf was also large, easily filling this venue as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of his tongue.\n\nThis proved enough to make Julian gag, sputtering against him. That revolting noise caused him to blush. He broke eye contact and looked directly at the wolf's fuzzy pelvis, not trusting himself to meet his companion's eye.\n\n``Need me to slow down?'' Tristan asked.\n\nWas that concern in his voice? \n\nJulian didn't need concern. He wasn't about to accept pity from a carnivore.\n\nSo, he shook his head. Or at least, he shook his head to the best of his limited abilities.\n\n``Just don't make a mess,'' Tristan grumbled.\n\nJulian attempted to draw back but Tristan's grip tensed, holding his antlers tighter than before. It would seem that the wolf was taking to his new role rather well. \n\nThe buck was allowed back, just a little, but was soon pulled forwards once again. As he glanced down at the cock in front of him, he saw that he still had another inch or two to go before the powerful knot that looked like a challenge in its own right. Though he supposed that he would find out about that soon enough.\n\nHe glided along, easing deeper and deeper with each successive stride. At this point, his tongue couldn't offer much stimuli, remaining pressed firmly against the bottom of his mouth instead. It acted like a pillow as his companion's anatomy took up the majority of the real estate between his lips, causing his jaw to strain in order to accommodate it.\n\nTristan's grip remained tight, not giving Julian even the illusion of retreat. Every time he was allowed to draw back, he was given less and less freedom to do so. He could feel his companion's desires so clearly, bubbling to the surface. His lust ebbed through his being, causing his cock to quiver and quake against the buck's palate.\n\nThere was also a fresh warmth brewing inside of Julian, radiating out from his core and moving towards his lower half. He instinctively reached down and wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking himself with tame little gestures. It felt like a poor substitute while he had a very real companion right here but it was enough to keep him hard, feeding that fire inside of him.\n\n``Fuck, good little doe,'' Tristan growled.\n\nJulian's eyes widened, wondering why that choice of language had such an effect upon him. It fed his desires to go deeper still, wanting nothing more than to get more of that dark demeanour. This proved to be something which Tristan only seemed too happy to provide as he got rougher still. \n\nJulian gagged once again but powered through the sensation, allowing that pointed tip to prod against the very back of his throat. His eyes watered but he kept going, stifling his reflex and focusing exclusively on the prize at the end. It seemed to work, at least a little.\n\nSomething also clicked for Tristan. He sounded drunk and a little dopey, clearly losing himself to the role. ``Being rough is okay, right?''\n\nJulian wished that he could've scoffed, wondering what counted for rough if this wasn't it. Yet, he lifted his free hand and offered a thumbs up.\n\nTristan steeled his grip upon Julian's antlers before using his leverage to hold him in place. Instead of bobbing him along, he instead drew his hips back and pumped forwards himself. Then he did so again, roughly fucking Julian's lips.\n\nNow this was a proper facefucking with him pounding into his lips as if it were any other hole. His motions grew in intensity too as he pushed himself harder and faster than before. Every downward motion pressed well against the back of his throat, earning him a fresh chorus of crude sputtering gags.\n\nYet, it felt divine, to be treated like a hole. Julian hadn't known that he'd had a thing for debasement. Yet, here they were, in the midst of something so raw and feral. His cock twitched and leaked even more of his precious pre, staining his fingers with it.\n\nSure, this may have been a holding pattern, but it was a divine one at that.\n\n``Close,'' Tristan huffed, practically snarling his declaration. He seemed like more and more of a carnivore with every passing second, getting increasingly animalistic in his guttural declarations.\n\nHis pistoning grew anew as he began to really pump his cock into Julian's mouth. His body was now a blur, his motions swift and ceaseless in their intensity. It now felt like he spent more time occupying Julian's throat than he did outside of it.\n\nEach motion also brought Julian's lips repeatedly in contact with Tristan's knot, brushing against the sinful bundle of flesh at the very base. It wouldn't take much effort for it to slip inside as well.\n\nEach of Tristan's exhales came forth in pent up little bursts of exertion, sounding wet and desperate in their depraved nature. The air was filled with the guttural sounds of slick flesh brushing against plush lips, supported by the constant stream of crass gagging notes from Julian.\n\nJulian's throat ached and eyes watered, yet he powered through this sensation. There was just something so divine about being treated like this and he wouldn't dare deny either of them this pleasure.\n\nTristan suddenly snarled and yanked Julian forwards, plunging forcefully into his mouth. He forced him all the way down to the very base of his cock, burying his entire length down the buck's throat. His motions were so powerful that he even managed to press that knot between his lips, clapping his pelvis roughly against his face.\n\nIt was so large that Julian's jaw ached even more in order to accommodate it but he still managed to do so. Just as long as it didn't get any thicker than that.\n\nTristan snarled and let out a howl out of euphoric pleasure. His voice seemed to echo throughout the confines of the locker room, filling the air with his pleasant chorus. It was probably good that they were the only souls still around as there would be no hiding that noise.\n\nFor a moment, there was peace in the room, a stillness which was only broken by the sound of Julian gagging so pitiful against the obstruction in his maw. \n\nYet, the cock inside of his mouth soon twitched and a stream of something virile and thick came careening down his throat. It was followed by a second and third spurt of equally thick fluid, each just as generous as the first. It was a delicious treat though unfortunately none of it landed upon the deer's tongue as it instead settled within his stomach like a rock.\n\nThough a fresh horror was quick to make itself known as Tristan's knot started to inflate, growing even thicker than before.\n\nOh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!\n\nJulian couldn't breathe, feebly gagging upon his companion. His airway was utterly stuffed with not so much as a whiff of oxygen managing to make it through this seemingly perfect seal. He attempted to pull back but the knot was far too fat, doing nothing more than pulling Tristan forwards along with him.\n\nTristan laughed. ``Careful there, can't really pull out after it's inflated like...'' The silence that followed was so pronounced that you could've heard a pin drop from across the room. ``Oh fuck.''\n\nHe attempted to pull back himself but this only managed to yank Julian forwards with him.\n\n``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' Tristan whined. ``What do we do?''\n\nJulian could only gag in response, not having access to any meaningful vocabulary. He could already feel a fresh fire start to take hold within his lungs. It was like being at the end of a long swim though there was absolutely no chance of surfacing any time soon.\n\n``Think Tristan, think,'' Tristan snarled, slamming a hand repeatedly against his forehead. ``Uh... maybe we could both try pulling back at the same time?''\n\nJulian had no better ideas and attempted to draw away. At the same time, Tristan also attempted to do so. He even used his leverage upon Julian's antlers to attempt to push him away from his body. Though it was to no avail as that pesky knot remained lodged deep inside.\n\n``How...'' Tristan whimpered. ``How long can you hold your breath for?''\n\nAlready the fire was having its way, growing into a proper inferno within his lungs. At this point Julian was propelled onwards by a raw and feral desperation. He tugged back and tried to tear his mouth free though that ruby red flesh remained pinned firmly in place.\n\n``Hey, hey, you're starting to!'' Tristan yelped, crying out in genuine pain. ``You're hurting my fucking...''\n\nPOP!\n\nTristan yelped so loudly, letting out a noise that Julian had never heard before.\n\nJulian gasped for breath, feeling a soothing air soon fill his lungs. He hunched forwards and rested his forehead against Tristan's legs. His eyes were wide with a frenzied quality as he desperately tried to fill his lungs with air.\n\n``Fuck, dude!'' Tristan whined. ``I think you cut me!''\n\n``Sorry,'' Julian whined. ``Air.''\n\nThe two of them lingered like that for a good long while before slowly Julian eased away, looking up at his companion. At the very least, it seemed that Tristan wasn't too miffed about whatever damage had been inflicted.\n\n``That was a close one,'' Tristan whispered, seemingly more to himself than Julian.\n\nJulian scoffed and closed his eyes. ``Last time that I ever let a carnivore facefuck me.''\n\n``Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad,'' Tristan teased, reaching out and ruffling his hair. ``I think you did a pretty good job, all things considered.''\n\nJulian snorted. Yet, he didn't have the desire to rebut this point.\n\nTristan moved away and sat down beside him, draping an arm across his shoulders. His touch felt nice after all of that, his presence reassuring. Though it didn't do much to still Julian's racing heart. It wasn't everyday that you confronted the reality of your own death. Even rarer when it nearly came at the hands of a blowjob gone wrong.\n\n``Still want to watch Fight Club sometime?'' Tristan asked.\n\nJulian smirked. ``Sure.''\n\n``You free this Saturday?'' Tristan followed up.\n\nJulian bit his lip and thought about it. \n\nDid he really want to do something like this? Did he really want to go out on a date with Tristan?\n\nYet, as he looked up at the canine, he could see the dopey little puppy dog eyes that he was offering him. It was shocking how fast he turned from a vicious predator and into an adorable pup looking for a yes. \n\nAnd that helped make up his mind pretty quickly. ``Totally.''\n\nHaving a rival was overrated anyways.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Julian cut through the water, propelling himself forwards with powerful breaststroke after powerful breaststroke. It felt like he was flying through the air, pulling his strong yet nimble body across the water with shocking speed.

His muscles burned but he ignored them, yanking himself forward again and again. There was nothing that could stop him, nothing that would dare get in this way. At this point, it was just him and the water, bound together in harmony.

Yet, his pace was flawed. Sure, to most animals, his speed would've been utterly unheard of. Though most animals weren't trained swimmers who were as invested in the sport as himself. All he could focus on was the fact that he was slow, much slower than he would've liked. And he knew that this was for one reason and one reason alone.

As he reached the end of his lap, he braced himself against the edge of the pool, coming to a dead stop. He went motionless before emerging from the water, rasping for breath.

``Don't your antlers get in the way?'' someone asked.

Julian looked up and saw a familiar animal sitting upon the edge of the water, occupying the slot next to him. He was lazily kicking at the water, seeming to amuse himself with the movement of fluids.

This creature was a grey wolf, stronger and taller than himself. His body was thin but designed like a swimmer with arms strengthened for strokes and legs sculpted in order to undertake these impressive feats. His hair was cropped short and dyed a vibrant purple, utterly clashing with the orange swimsuit he currently wore.

His name was Tristan. And as Julian looked around, he realized that he was the only other animal currently at the pool.

Julian scoffed. ``I'll get them trimmed before the season starts.''

He looked down at the water and at his own athletic body. His form was sculpted out of the same material as Tristan though he was shorter and more petite. There was also a tight swim cap draped over his blonde hair though this rubbery barrier had no hope of hiding the two jagged antlers which sprouted out from his skull like boney branches.

The joys of being a deer with mating season rapidly approaching.

``Still impressive that you managed that pace,'' Tristan quipped. ``I can see why you're the second fastest swimmer on the team.''

Julian threw him a dirty look.

Tristan merely smirked. ``What? It was meant to be a compliment.''

He got up and stretched his body taut as if trying to rub in how much stronger he was as a carnivore, accenting his muscles. It worked and it took a lot of willpower for Julian to shove aside the desire to scowl at him. Though it also had the added effect of causing Julian's eyes to wander, seeing his teammate's abs and the tight swimsuit.

The material conformed so nicely to his...

Julian averted his eyes, lest he be caught gawking. It wouldn't do him any good if Tristan noticed that he was staring at him like that. ``How about a little competition?''

Tristan paused, smirking as he looked down at him. ``What sort of competition?''

``We have a race after my mating season and we see who's really the fastest between us,'' Julian offered, shrugging. ``Winner gets bragging rights.''

``I do love bragging rights,'' Tristan teased. He pondered this offer, humming and hawing as he did so. After doing so, he simply shrugged. ``Sure, I don't mind giving you a couple months to train.'' He winked at him and offered an especially smarmy smile. ``Who knows? It might even make it a fair fight.''

``Fuck you,'' Julian grumbled.

Tristan smirked. ``You wish.''

He walked over and offered his hand.\t

Even though Julian was prideful, he took the offer and used Tristan's help to get out of the pool.

``For real though, I think you're doing pretty good with those bad boys sprouting out of your skull like that,'' Tristan said, patting him firmly on the back. He then led him towards the pool's locker rooms. ``Do they hurt when they grow out?''

``A little,'' Julian admitted.

``I heard that they get all bloody when they fall off, is that true?'' Tristan asked.

Julian scoffed. ``Yeah.''

``Dude, that's metal as fuck,'' Tristan chided, grinning. It was a little adorable to hear the genuine awe which seemed to permeate his voice. ``Worst I ever had to deal with was chipping my tooth when I bit into a bone.''

Julian was about to ask if Tristan had ever had that happen though as he looked up, he saw his teammate grinning and showing off his rows of sharp white teeth. Only, there was a single metallic tooth near the front which glimmered from amongst them.

``You carnivores scare me,'' he ribbed.

 ``Honestly, I'm used to it by now.'' Tristan shrugged. ``If it makes you feel any better, you wouldn't taste very good. Too much muscle and not enough fat on you.''

Julian shuddered. ``Thanks.''

They slipped out of the main hall together and into an equally empty locker room. They really were the only two guys still around with none of the showers currently occupied.

Julian hadn't thought he'd been training that hard. ``Where is everyone?''

Tristan scoffed. ``Dude, they left like thirty minutes ago. Didn't you notice?''

Julian blinked and glanced at a clock on the wall, sucking in a breath at the time. Had he really been training that long?

``Holy shit, you really were in the zone, huh?'' Tristan teased, finally drawing away and heading off towards the showers. ``Had no idea that you were so focused on this.''

Julian shook his head. ``Why did you stay behind?''

``Because I wasn't about to let you just keep swimming all by yourself,'' Tristan said, chuckling to himself as he headed into the neighbouring room. ``Look pretty bad on me if someone on the team ended up having an accident and no one was around to help them out.'' He poked his head out of the shower and grinned at him. ``Plus, I didn't really have anything better to do.''

Julian cocked a brow. ``Don't you have a girlfriend.''

``Not anymore,'' Tristan gleefully quipped, ducking back into the shower. ``Broke up last week.''

Julian winced. ``Shit, I'm sorry.''

``Eh... it happens,'' Julian said, raising his voice as he turned on one of the showers. ``Seems like we're both happier apart than we ever were together. So, it's whatever. How about you? Don't you have a girlfriend or something?''

Julian snorted. ``Don't swing that way.''

``Explains why you look like such a fucking twink,'' Tristan teased.

Julian blinked and took a moment to really process that comment. Though once he had, his face burned. He tried to speak but it was like he'd been punched right in the gut, utterly derailed from anything approaching rational thoughts.

How was someone even supposed to respond to something like that?

``Pardon?'' he finally wheezed.

``Oh, don't worry, I'm bi,'' Tristan quipped. ``I'm totally allowed to use that word.''

``What does that...'' Julian shook his head, gesturing through the air as if hoping that God would somehow answer him. Truly this was the kind of statement that required divine intervention to make it make sense. ``What does that even mean?''

``Isn't it like a slur or some shit?'' Tristan asked.

Julian stepped into the shower, shaking his head as he did so. ``No... twink isn't a slur. Who told you that twink was a slur?''

He saw that Tristan was standing underneath one of the showers, utterly naked as he let the downpour of hot water wash over him. It wasn't like his swimsuit had left much to the imagination but it was still incredible to see his rump fully on display. It was tight and plush, probably firm enough to bounce a quarter off of it.

``Huh, I totally thought it was a slur,'' Tristan quipped, shaking his head. ``The more you know, right?''

Julian shook his head. ``It's definitely not a slur.''

``Then why did you act like I called you a slut?'' Tristan asked, glancing at him. ``You sounded like I punched you in the stomach just now.''

``Just never really thought of myself as a twink is all,'' Julian murmured, reaching down and pulling off his swimsuit. He tossed it into a nearby hamper before marching over to one of the shows, making sure to put a decent amount of space between himself and Tristan. ``I'm more of an otter, thank you very much.''

``I thought you were a deer?'' Tristan said.

``No, no, no...'' Julian sighed and motioned towards him. ``Like I'm a hunky guy who isn't very twinky. The term is otter''

``Isn't that just a twunk?'' Tristan then asked, pondering this new information.

Julian went silent as he really thought about it as well. In the end, he shook his head. ``Maybe?''

``Tomato tomato,'' Tristain said.

Tristan grabbed a bottle of full coat shampoo and squirted a generous sample of the stuff into his opened palm. He then started to rub it into his shaggy fur, lathering himself in the stuff.

Julian couldn't help but watch, hearing him hum a playful little tune as he scrubbed himself down. He was pretty efficient about it, taking very little time to coat himself in a solid shroud of bubbles. Though Julian quickly stirred as he realized he'd been staring for just a little too long. At the very least, it seemed that Tristan hadn't caught him, saving his pride.

Instead, Julian turned around and focused on the tap in front of him, turning the handle. A stream of warm water soon hit him, making him sigh in relief. He hadn't been aware of how sore he'd been until this point. Yet, that was the cost of working out harder and longer than anyone else on the team. At the very least, it seemed that the water penetrated deep into his muscles, soothing them by a noticeable degree.

``Can I ask you a question?'' Tristan asked.

Julian glanced over. ``Sure?''

He saw that Tristan was looking at him, studying him with those predatory eyes. His gaze was cold while his smile was oddly warm, a clash of demeanours that only a carnivore could really accomplish. ``Can I compliment your ass and still claim `no homo'?''

Julian blinked.

``Because you have a really nice ass, bro,'' Tristan quipped, nodding towards it before turning towards his shower. ``Your boyfriend must be a fan.''

Julian flushed. ``Do you compliment people on their asses often?''

Tristan shrugged. ``I mean whenever I see an ass that's actually worth complimenting.'' He pursed his lips together, pausing to scratch at the underside of his muzzle. ``Though I'll admit that it isn't exactly an effective tactic for picking up other animals.''

``I couldn't imagine why,'' Julian grumbled. Though he was unable to stop himself from smiling, trying his best to hide it. His compliment felt rather nice.

And why exactly did his compliment feel so good?

Juian sighed.

Don't even think about it, dumbass.

Yet, he couldn't help but glance back, seeing that Tristan was still facing away from him. A part of him wondered if the wolf noticed and was milking in the fact that he had managed to monopolize upon Julian's gaze.

Pull up, Julian, this is a bad idea.

Yet, it was so tempting. It'd been a hot minute since he'd gotten up to this sort of stuff. And these antlers were very real proof that he was starting to get to that time of the year. Maybe, if he got a head start, he could work through it faster than the others. The last thing he needed was to be a stag with a nice rack, making him an easy target for every dude bro trying to flaunt himself before the campus' doe population.

``You know,'' Tristan teased. ``It's just the two of us in here.''

Julian paused, picking up on what Tristan was trying to lay down. He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. ``Are you coming onto me?''

Tristan shrugged. ``I mean, I was kind of hoping that you'd pick up on what I was hinting at. It wasn't like I was being subtle or anything.'' He turned around fully, leaning against the shower wall. His body looked stunning, dripping with water. There was a sheathe just below his belly with the tiniest bit of vibrant red poking through from within. ``You seem pretty chill, is all.'' He smirked and made a show of looking him over. ``Really cute too.''

``But we're rivals?'' Julian grumbled, hating that a very evident red had formed in his cheeks at Tristan's compliment.

Tristan snorted. ``So?'' He reached out and turned off the tap, causing the water to stop. ``Are you afraid that I'm going to win at sex or something?''

Julian flushed and looked off to the side. ``Well, no, I just... I thought you disliked me, that?s all.''

``Dude, have you never heard of friendly competition before?'' Tristan asked, winking at him. ``This is just fun for me.''

Julian blinked. ``Huh?''

``Wait, wait, wait, did you seriously think that I hated you or some shit?'' Tristan asked, scoffing.

Julian flushed. ``I mean... hate is a pretty strong word.''

``I think that you've been watching a few too many sports animes,'' Tristan teased, winking at him. ``Am I right or am I right?''

Julian's blush only deepened, causing Tristan to quickly devolve into a proper snickering fit. His laughter didn't help Julian's complexion in the slightest with each jackal-like yelp increasing the burning hue which utterly dominated his complexion at this point.

``Dude, if I hated you then I certainly wouldn't stay on a team with you,'' Tristan said, shaking his head. ``Like, you're not so oblivious to that fact, right? This club is just for shits and giggles. If I had an actual issue with you, I'd just hit the streets and find something better to do with my free time.''

``Well, when you say it like that,'' Julian murmured.

``It sounds a little insane, right?'' Tristan asked, cocking a brow. ``Because, no offense, but you're sounding a little insane right now.''

``Shut up!'' Julian yelped as he buried his face into his hands.

And to Tristan's credit, he did, not saying another peep as he looked away and turned his shower back on. This gave Julian some much needed time to compose himself, slowly but surely getting around to putting his thoughts back into order.

It felt like hours had gone by but it was surely only a minute before Julian sighed. ``So, we're chill?''

``Absolutely,'' Tristan replied.

``And you want to fuck me?'' Julian asked.

Tristan shrugged and looked over his shoulder, throwing off a playful little smile as he did. ``If you'd like.''

If you'd like...

And what exactly did Julian want?

He wasn't at all oblivious to the fact that the wolf was handsome. Nor was he unaware of the fact that his gaze had lingered so eagerly upon his companion's naked body, checking out his ass and strong physique. This wolf was smoking hot with a cock that Julian couldn't help but be intrigued by. He'd heard that canine dicks were the best on campus and he wasn't at all adverse to doing some research on that.

All of this was compounded by the fact that he was in the midst of a dry spell with the annual heat rapidly approaching. It would be insane of him not to take a chance like this even if he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about his team captain.

On the other hand, he had also just made an absolute ass of himself and had apparently gaslit himself into believing that there was some sort of personal feud between himself and Tristan. Not an impossible reality to shy away from but enough of one that it made him feel a little bad for even thinking about pursuing something so selfish in the first place.

Well, the worst thing you could do is go dead silent after asking about it. That would probably be the absolute worst thing that you could do.

...

Fuck.

Why was he such a freaking disaster?

``Yeah, I'd like that,'' Julian barked, managing to quickly get control over his faculties and level out of his voice. ``I'd like that a lot actually.''

``Glad to hear it,'' Tristan replied. If he noticed any of Julian's awkwardness, it was impossible to really tell. He simply played it cool, keeping his tone detached and nonchalant as ever. ``So, what would you like to do?''

Julian bit his lip and wondered what exactly he wanted to do. A million different ideas came to the forefront of his mind and a few fantasies started to take shape as well. While they varied in themes and content, they were chiefly focused on him bottoming.

After all, it only made sense considering that Tristan was so much larger than him, stronger too, with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth that could do all sorts of unwholesome things if push came to shove.

Was that fetishizing? That felt like it might be fetishizing?

``Julian?'' Tristan asked.

Julian sucked in a breath. ``Sorry, just thinking about what I'd actually like to do.''

He rubbed at his arm, wondering what they could even do in a place like this. Sure, they had privacy but he didn't have any of the stuff necessary to make anal feasible. Which left his options greatly reduced.

Though they weren't entirely depleted.

``How about I give you head?'' Julian finally asked

Tristan chuckled. ``Hell yeah.''

Julian turned and saw that Tristan was now out of the shower, reaching for a towel. He made sure to keep his body fully exposed as he dried off his thick mane, vigorously scrubbing at it in some hopeless effort to get rid of the water contained within.

Once finished, his hair stood poofed up with Tristan's big dumb wolf grin now front and centre. It was enough to make Julian snicker.

``Fuck, you're such a dweeb,'' Julian said. ``How did I never notice this before?

Tristan shrugged. ``Honestly, I'd rather be seen as a dweeb than a rival. Dweebs have way less of a responsibility to live up to.''

``Fair, fair,'' Julian said, shaking his head.

He reached out and turned off his shower, stepping away and heading over to the towels. As he grabbed one, he started to dry himself off as well.

Though he sensed that Tristan was now approaching him. As he got close, Julian could feel his warmth and the raw presence of his body. He could hear his captain breathing and could smell the shampoo that he used, picking up on the spicy notes of it. It felt oddly intimate, being this close to someone and picking up on their presence.

His closeness sent a pulse of excited energy coursing through Julian's system. It was enticing, causing something to twitch from within his sheathe. As he looked down, he noticed that the pink tip of his cervid pride had started to poke through.

``Oh hey,'' Tristan teased, chuckling as he tilted his snout towards Julian's dick. It seemed that this development hadn't gone unnoticed. ``Would you look at that?''

``I...'' Julian drew in a breath. ``I have no idea what you're talking about?''

``Are you sure?'' Tristan asked.

He moved around Julian and embraced him from behind, placing one hand upon his toned core while he cupped his crotch with the other. His hands were so large, with the one around his sack easily being able to cover several inches of prime real estate. Without comment, he began to caress the deer's sack, fondling it firmly.

``Seems like you're getting a little excited there, dude,'' Tristan teased.

Julian drew in a breath and closed his eyes. There was little he could do to deny this fact. After all, it was as clear as day, seen upon his very excited anatomy. A part of him wanted to curse his body but he knew this was an utterly fruitless declaration.

``It kind of feels like you want me, bro?'' Tristan murmured, bringing his sharp muzzle in line with Julians' ear. He exhaled against it, caressing it with the warmth of his intentions. ``Do you want me?''

Julian sucked in an errant little breath. ``Maybe.''

``Maybe?'' Tristan asked, smirking. ``Don't play hard to get, bro. I care about eager and enthusiastic consent after all. So, I want a very enthusiastic yes from you before I go any further. Do you get me?''

``Yes,'' Julian conceded, burning bright red. ``I consent.''

Tristan chuckled and then pressed his hips forward, pushing his crotch into Julian's body. His larger stature ensured that he poked him in the small of his back, grinding against it.

Julian's eyes widened as he realized that there was something slick and hot emerging from within Tristan's sheathe.

The wolf growled, letting out a deep and guttural note of satisfaction. His grip tensed and he kneaded a bit harder than before. It almost seemed like he was starting to succumb to his animalistic desires, wanting more and more of him at this moment.

Julian gasped and closed his eyes, feeling his legs wobble underneath him. He didn't want to come across as feeble but it was hard not to with the way that Tristan was currently touching him.

``Can I bite you?'' Tristan asked.

Julian's eyes widened. Before he was even really aware of it, he was nodding along to this request. Though as promised, Tristan didn't act upon just that alone, waiting expectantly for something else.

It took a few seconds before that something clicked within Julian's lust-ridden brain. ``Yes... yes, you can bite me.'' He swallowed a lump in his throat. ``I consent.''

Tristan kissed Julian upon the shoulder, lapping at his coat. ``Good boy.''

Good boy...

Those two words were powerful in their own right, filling Julian with a euphoric warmth. He wanted to prove that he was worthy of that title, willing to do a whole lot in order to please this carnivore.

Tristan dragged his tongue along Julian's shoulder blade, seeming to taste the contours of his muscles, sampling the fur and flesh that lingered underneath. He opened his mouth and brushed those sharp teeth against Julian's coat. It felt like both a threat and a sinful promise, showing just what he'd be capable of doing if he let loose.

And that excited Tristan, causing his pride to ease further out of his sheathe than before. He whined as he felt Tristan grasp it within his hand, stroking it. His companion let out an amused note of laughter, sounding so thrilled about this development.

``Cute,'' Tristan grumbled.

Julian could also feel Tristan's pride continuing to ease forth as well. It was growing harder and harder with each passing second becoming so painfully erect against his back. As he looked down at his own cock, he quickly realized that his organ was nothing compared to what this wolf was pack.

It wasn't long before his cock had finally hardened fully and twitched eagerly within Tristan's hand. It was so eager for use.

Tristan snorted and gave it one last stroke before he placed both of them upon Julian's hips. This allowed the deer to look down at his rock-hard pride, watching it bob through the air. It was slender though long with a pointed tip. It was a bright pink in colour, looking adorable standing there in the middle of the air.

Julian was about to reach down and take care of it but that's when Tristan lashed out. He lunged forwards and took Julian's shoulder between his teeth, roughly biting down upon it. His canine prickled at his flesh, digging into it and sending bolts of sharp pain rocketing throughout Julian's body. It made his pulse quicken and eyes widened as he went bolt still. It seemed that his prey instincts had now kicked into gear, leaving him like a literal deer in the headlights.

He whined, squirming. Tristan tensed his jaw and the noises amplified further, sounding so desperate and pathetic.

``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' Julian groaned.

Tristan chuckled and seized his hips, holding them firmly. The warmth of his breath rolled across Julian's hide, causing all of the hairs upon the back of his neck to stand up. There was a battle within his mind between his fight or flight instincts, balancing precariously on an axis of primal fear and desperate desire.

Why was this so hot? Why were carnivores capable of eliciting this sort of reaction?

A pressing question which really didn't seem to have an answer for. Clearly, it had to be related to that fetishization, wanting this wolf to be the big bad predator who could make him do whatever he wanted. It had to be that, there was no other explanation.

Any sensation of guilt was quick to leave Julian, however, lost to him as endorphins and lust soon filled his mind instead.

Tristan growled and ground his hips forward, really pressing into Julian's back. It was like he was trying to breed his spine, desperately frotting it with the fullness of his erection. Lords, it was huge, larger than any of the boys that Julian had ever fooled around with before.

Were all carnivores this well-endowed? Had he shot himself in the foot by only entraining herbivores until this point?

``H-how?'' Julian gasped, realizing that words were quickly becoming a rather difficult concept for him to grasp. Thankfully, it seemed that Tristan knew this as he eased back, chuckling to himself. ``How have we never done something like this before?''

Tristan shrugged. ``Was never single until now and you've always had a stick up your ass whenever we've been alone.''

``I mean...'' Julian smirked, grinning more to himself than Tristan. He pressed his hips back against the wolf, grinding his tight ass against him. ``I think I'm about to have something else up there instead.''

``Not today, dude,'' Tristan chided, letting his husky breath wash over his ear. His amusement came forth in a harsh note of laughter, his body rumbling with mirth. ``Today I'm fucking your face and you're going to like it.''

Julian's eyes widened at the brashness of his tone, the harshness of his declaration. A part of him thought that he should fight back and rebut though he also couldn't help but...

Oh, dear god...

Was he really getting turned on by this?

Tristan paused and then giggled, snickering to himself. The sound of him losing his shit made Julian flush, wondering what exactly he found so funny about all of this. It was enough to make him push away, circling around in order to face his companion.

``Sorry, sorry,'' Tristan rasped as he covered his face with a hand. ``Just... do all of you herbivores have a built-in sub switch or something? I swear to God, you all go doe-eyed when I say something like that.''

Julian huffed and glared at him. ``And what's that supposed to mean?''

``It just means like...'' Tristan shook his head and reached down, carefully wrapping his fingers around his erection in order to fluff it. ``It just means that every herbivore I've fucked has always turned into a total sub whenever I break out by big ole teeth and growl at them.''

Seeing Tristan's cock out in the open, Julian was unable to look away. His captain really did a good job of showing off just how powerful that organ really was. It was easily an extra inch or two longer than his own with a thicker shaft, a burgeoning knot near the base, and a speared tip with a bead of something pearly and white glistening from it.

Julian blushed and looked off to the side. He knew that he probably should've stated that this was not the case but he also couldn't bring himself to do so. In fact, he knew that Tristan had kind of hit the nail on the head with that one.

``Julian?'' Tristan asked.

``This...'' Julian reached forward and prodded him in the chest with a finger.  ``This stays between us, understand?''

``Your secret is safe with me,'' Tristan teased, chuckling at him.

Julian nodded and slowly drew his finger back, instead folding his hands in front of his chest. His emotions were quick to settle and he soon allowed his gaze to fall back towards the erection which hung between them.

He couldn't very well do nothing with it, now could he?

As such, he started to look around, trying to spot something which might make things a little easier for them. There was a bench off in the corner which looked like it was just low enough that he could comfortably sit down upon it and be level with Tristan's crotch.

``Any requests before we begin?'' Tristan asked.

Julian moved over to the bench, settling down upon it. ``Are you going to judge me?''

``Not at all,'' Tristan replied. Julian attempted to gauge his tone but couldn't pick up on a single note of untruth within that statement. If he was lying then he was doing a good job masking it. ``What happens in swim club stays in swim club, am I right?''

``What does that mean?'' Julian asked, watching as Tristan came over.

``Dude, it's...'' Tristan shook his head. ``Have you never watched Fight Club?''

Julian cocked a brow. ``Should I have?''

``Dude...'' Tristan blinked and gestured silently towards him as if hoping that this alone would suddenly bestow the knowledge of this film upon him. ``Dude! We need to watch Fight Club. It's like my favourite movie.''

``Can it wait until after I've finished blowing you?'' Julian asked, smirking at him.

Tristan scoffed. ``I mean duh but you totally need to watch it. We can make a date out of it or something.''

``Are we dating now?'' Julian asked, shaking his head. ``I think we're kind of doing things backwards here.''

He decided that this conversation was boring him. So, he leaned forwards and kissed the tip of Tristan's cock. The glistening dollop of juices was salty, powerful in its flavour. Maybe it was just his mind but he swore that there was something about a carnivore's pre which was far more feral and delicious in its quality.

It seemed to be enough to make Tristan gasp, shivering. ``A-any requests?''

``Use my antlers like handlebars,'' Julian quipped, glancing up at him and smirking. It even shocked him how quickly he could pivot to a downright bratty disposition when push came to shove. ``Unless you're scared of hurting me.''

It seemed that his perverted little request had taken Tristan completely by surprise as the wolf looked a little shaken by it. He blinked through his stupor, taking a few moments to collect himself. Yet, in the end, something clicked as a fresh smile formed.

``Freak,'' he ribbed.

He reached out with both hands and firmly grabbed hold of Julan's antlers. For now, he didn't do much with them, merely holding onto them and allowing the deer to do as he pleased. Yet, there was a very noticeable shift within this one little action, a movement away from Julian's autonomy.

And that tickled at the back of Julian's mind, making him rub his thighs together in a lustful anticipation. Why did the thought of being overpowered do this to him?

Julian parted his lips and took Tristan's pride into his mouth. He began to bob along it, moving in gentle little motions. His depth was experimental, cautious, taking his time as he glided back and forth along these first few inches. This allowed him to use his tongue, nimbly swirling it around again and again, collecting his companion's essence and feeling his warmth.

It seemed that Tristan approved as he moaned and groaned, shivering with glee. His cock twitched and more of his pre dribbled forth, being the perfect little treat, an indication that Julian was doing a good job.

The deer closed his eyes and succumbed to his companion's advances, easing forwards more and more. His maw was long, allowing him to get a pretty decent amount of his companion's cock into his mouth. Yet, this wolf was also large, easily filling this venue as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of his tongue.

This proved enough to make Julian gag, sputtering against him. That revolting noise caused him to blush. He broke eye contact and looked directly at the wolf's fuzzy pelvis, not trusting himself to meet his companion's eye.

``Need me to slow down?'' Tristan asked.

Was that concern in his voice?

Julian didn't need concern. He wasn't about to accept pity from a carnivore.

So, he shook his head. Or at least, he shook his head to the best of his limited abilities.

``Just don't make a mess,'' Tristan grumbled.

Julian attempted to draw back but Tristan's grip tensed, holding his antlers tighter than before. It would seem that the wolf was taking to his new role rather well.

The buck was allowed back, just a little, but was soon pulled forwards once again. As he glanced down at the cock in front of him, he saw that he still had another inch or two to go before the powerful knot that looked like a challenge in its own right. Though he supposed that he would find out about that soon enough.

He glided along, easing deeper and deeper with each successive stride. At this point, his tongue couldn't offer much stimuli, remaining pressed firmly against the bottom of his mouth instead. It acted like a pillow as his companion's anatomy took up the majority of the real estate between his lips, causing his jaw to strain in order to accommodate it.

Tristan's grip remained tight, not giving Julian even the illusion of retreat. Every time he was allowed to draw back, he was given less and less freedom to do so. He could feel his companion's desires so clearly, bubbling to the surface. His lust ebbed through his being, causing his cock to quiver and quake against the buck's palate.

There was also a fresh warmth brewing inside of Julian, radiating out from his core and moving towards his lower half. He instinctively reached down and wrapped a hand around his erection, stroking himself with tame little gestures. It felt like a poor substitute while he had a very real companion right here but it was enough to keep him hard, feeding that fire inside of him.

``Fuck, good little doe,'' Tristan growled.

Julian's eyes widened, wondering why that choice of language had such an effect upon him. It fed his desires to go deeper still, wanting nothing more than to get more of that dark demeanour. This proved to be something which Tristan only seemed too happy to provide as he got rougher still.

Julian gagged once again but powered through the sensation, allowing that pointed tip to prod against the very back of his throat. His eyes watered but he kept going, stifling his reflex and focusing exclusively on the prize at the end. It seemed to work, at least a little.

Something also clicked for Tristan. He sounded drunk and a little dopey, clearly losing himself to the role. ``Being rough is okay, right?''

Julian wished that he could've scoffed, wondering what counted for rough if this wasn't it. Yet, he lifted his free hand and offered a thumbs up.

Tristan steeled his grip upon Julian's antlers before using his leverage to hold him in place. Instead of bobbing him along, he instead drew his hips back and pumped forwards himself. Then he did so again, roughly fucking Julian's lips.

Now this was a proper facefucking with him pounding into his lips as if it were any other hole. His motions grew in intensity too as he pushed himself harder and faster than before. Every downward motion pressed well against the back of his throat, earning him a fresh chorus of crude sputtering gags.

Yet, it felt divine, to be treated like a hole. Julian hadn't known that he'd had a thing for debasement. Yet, here they were, in the midst of something so raw and feral. His cock twitched and leaked even more of his precious pre, staining his fingers with it.

Sure, this may have been a holding pattern, but it was a divine one at that.

``Close,'' Tristan huffed, practically snarling his declaration. He seemed like more and more of a carnivore with every passing second, getting increasingly animalistic in his guttural declarations.

His pistoning grew anew as he began to really pump his cock into Julian's mouth. His body was now a blur, his motions swift and ceaseless in their intensity. It now felt like he spent more time occupying Julian's throat than he did outside of it.

Each motion also brought Julian's lips repeatedly in contact with Tristan's knot, brushing against the sinful bundle of flesh at the very base. It wouldn't take much effort for it to slip inside as well.

Each of Tristan's exhales came forth in pent up little bursts of exertion, sounding wet and desperate in their depraved nature. The air was filled with the guttural sounds of slick flesh brushing against plush lips, supported by the constant stream of crass gagging notes from Julian.

Julian's throat ached and eyes watered, yet he powered through this sensation. There was just something so divine about being treated like this and he wouldn't dare deny either of them this pleasure.

Tristan suddenly snarled and yanked Julian forwards, plunging forcefully into his mouth. He forced him all the way down to the very base of his cock, burying his entire length down the buck's throat. His motions were so powerful that he even managed to press that knot between his lips, clapping his pelvis roughly against his face.

It was so large that Julian's jaw ached even more in order to accommodate it but he still managed to do so. Just as long as it didn't get any thicker than that.

Tristan snarled and let out a howl out of euphoric pleasure. His voice seemed to echo throughout the confines of the locker room, filling the air with his pleasant chorus. It was probably good that they were the only souls still around as there would be no hiding that noise.

For a moment, there was peace in the room, a stillness which was only broken by the sound of Julian gagging so pitiful against the obstruction in his maw.

Yet, the cock inside of his mouth soon twitched and a stream of something virile and thick came careening down his throat. It was followed by a second and third spurt of equally thick fluid, each just as generous as the first. It was a delicious treat though unfortunately none of it landed upon the deer's tongue as it instead settled within his stomach like a rock.

Though a fresh horror was quick to make itself known as Tristan's knot started to inflate, growing even thicker than before.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

Julian couldn't breathe, feebly gagging upon his companion. His airway was utterly stuffed with not so much as a whiff of oxygen managing to make it through this seemingly perfect seal. He attempted to pull back but the knot was far too fat, doing nothing more than pulling Tristan forwards along with him.

Tristan laughed. ``Careful there, can't really pull out after it's inflated like...'' The silence that followed was so pronounced that you could've heard a pin drop from across the room. ``Oh fuck.''

He attempted to pull back himself but this only managed to yank Julian forwards with him.

``Fuck, fuck, fuck,'' Tristan whined. ``What do we do?''

Julian could only gag in response, not having access to any meaningful vocabulary. He could already feel a fresh fire start to take hold within his lungs. It was like being at the end of a long swim though there was absolutely no chance of surfacing any time soon.

``Think Tristan, think,'' Tristan snarled, slamming a hand repeatedly against his forehead. ``Uh... maybe we could both try pulling back at the same time?''

Julian had no better ideas and attempted to draw away. At the same time, Tristan also attempted to do so. He even used his leverage upon Julian's antlers to attempt to push him away from his body. Though it was to no avail as that pesky knot remained lodged deep inside.

``How...'' Tristan whimpered. ``How long can you hold your breath for?''

Already the fire was having its way, growing into a proper inferno within his lungs. At this point Julian was propelled onwards by a raw and feral desperation. He tugged back and tried to tear his mouth free though that ruby red flesh remained pinned firmly in place.

``Hey, hey, you're starting to!'' Tristan yelped, crying out in genuine pain. ``You're hurting my fucking...''

POP!

Tristan yelped so loudly, letting out a noise that Julian had never heard before.

Julian gasped for breath, feeling a soothing air soon fill his lungs. He hunched forwards and rested his forehead against Tristan's legs. His eyes were wide with a frenzied quality as he desperately tried to fill his lungs with air.

``Fuck, dude!'' Tristan whined. ``I think you cut me!''

``Sorry,'' Julian whined. ``Air.''

The two of them lingered like that for a good long while before slowly Julian eased away, looking up at his companion. At the very least, it seemed that Tristan wasn't too miffed about whatever damage had been inflicted.

``That was a close one,'' Tristan whispered, seemingly more to himself than Julian.

Julian scoffed and closed his eyes. ``Last time that I ever let a carnivore facefuck me.''

``Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad,'' Tristan teased, reaching out and ruffling his hair. ``I think you did a pretty good job, all things considered.''

Julian snorted. Yet, he didn't have the desire to rebut this point.

Tristan moved away and sat down beside him, draping an arm across his shoulders. His touch felt nice after all of that, his presence reassuring. Though it didn't do much to still Julian's racing heart. It wasn't everyday that you confronted the reality of your own death. Even rarer when it nearly came at the hands of a blowjob gone wrong.

``Still want to watch Fight Club sometime?'' Tristan asked.

Julian smirked. ``Sure.''

``You free this Saturday?'' Tristan followed up.

Julian bit his lip and thought about it.

Did he really want to do something like this? Did he really want to go out on a date with Tristan?

Yet, as he looked up at the canine, he could see the dopey little puppy dog eyes that he was offering him. It was shocking how fast he turned from a vicious predator and into an adorable pup looking for a yes.

And that helped make up his mind pretty quickly. ``Totally.''

Having a rival was overrated anyways.

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