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Like most ceilings that weren't in the Sistine Chapel, the ones in the Anthro dorm didn't offer much in the way of decorum. There were the odd pin holes where the previous occupant had obviously put up posters, and some stains that he didn't want to guess the origins of, but nothing that really kept his mind occupied for long. It would normally be mulling over how to determine the correct amount of space to use on an external cluster so he didn't take up excessive core years (again) or some other task he needed to finish. That routine was interrupted by a recent trip he'd taken downtown with a certain human he'd been hanging out with.

They'd been chatting back and forth mostly through text messages, since neither of them had daytime minutes. True to his word, Owen immediately set up who was bringing what to the show and even offered to cover the squirt guns, telling the wolf to just bring himself… and some toast. He wanted to insist on buying all the props after Owen generously offered him a ticket, but the human was adamant that it was his treat.

As it turned out, squirt guns and toast weren't even the weirdest part of whatever he'd witnessed. One minute a picturesque couple is getting engaged in a church, and the next thing he knows they're in a castle dance party with some mad transvestite scientist who literally made a person. And then banged him. Then there was murder, a cannibalistic dinner they threw the toast at, people in their underwear turned to statues, some more murder, and then the castle took off into space...? Or something like that.

He'd come out of the theatre completely disoriented. Between the flashing lights, squirt gun rain, smoke, half-naked prancing… if not for Owen kindly leading them to a nearby pizza place, he'd probably have walked into a couple of walls. When they finally sat down he immediately asked the human to explain what on Earth they'd just watched, which led to discussions of Planet Transylvania, brain donorship, love triangles, and… incest. And Owen comparing the production to some others that he'd seen, noting his disappointment that nobody got fully naked in this one and that one show had the actors' underwear get ripped off when they got turned to statues. He also seemed way too excited about that, but insisted it was merely the freedom of being nude in front of an audience that he admired. Uh huh. Sure.

And yet, at the end of the day, he had to admit that he was glad he went. As crazy and unhinged as the show was, it was… oddly satisfying? Having gone in with no real expectations beyond something a bit odd, given the two items they'd walked in with, he got taken for a wild ride and, as the first song mentioned, given some “terrible thrills." Particularly seeing real half-naked humans.

Against his better judgement that same night, he let his mind wander back to those visions when he got home. His roommate, as usual, was out somewhere: probably drinking at the pub and looking for some tail. Meaning he had at least some time to deal with his own, erm, urges. And nobody had to know what he was thinking about, right? Besides, it wasn't like he was the only guy in the building who took care of his own business.

Even with the door locked and lights out, he still felt his cheeks burn under his fur as he started to undress. A quick side-glance to the window confirmed that the blind was pulled down and he wasn't about to flash any passers-by, so he finished pulling his shirt up over is head and threw it at the foot of his bed. He felt a faint tingle of excitement sparking in his nethers at the feeling of his chestfur being freed, and quickly worked his way out of his shorts. His underwear quickly followed them to the floor, leaving a crumpled pile of clothes on the floor and a naked wolf on the bed.

A heat brewed in his belly and flowed down into his groin. Something about being naked and doing what he was about to do was exciting him by itself. It was almost naughty in a way, especially since his roomie would probably smell it. Given that he'd come home to a perfume of mixed pheromones more than a few times, he didn't exactly feel guilty about permeating his own scent for once. Whatever shame he had left joined his clothes on the floor while his hands moved down his torso through his fur.

He bit his lip when his fingers moved over one of his nipples. The soft flesh shot off sparks at the sensation, and then full pulses as he pressed it between his fingers and even dug a claw into it. When his other hand reached its destination and cupped his balls, he began letting his mind wander back to the show earlier that night. Beyond the chaos that was the actual story, there'd been a LOT of skin on display. Even with all the confusion and delirium he found a part of himself completely captivated by the figures he'd seen. Aside from some scattered patches around their bodies, no fur obscured their forms. The curves of their backs, the length of their limbs, and even the shapes of their torsos. The guy who played the titular character looked like he'd definitely been to the gym a few times. Owen seemed to think he'd been greased up before the show, too, given how shiny he looked. And, since he was basically created for the purpose of getting the mad scientist's rocks off, he did a lot of posing. Lying back, the wolf quietly let the flexes, spreads, and even some jiggle flash back before him.

A claw dragged lightly over his fuzzy scrotum and dipped into his sheath as he focused in on the gold speedo the actor had been wearing. It was greatly deficient in subtlety and showed nearly every contour of the man's figure. Against his better nature, he kept staring at the Midas bulge and found himself enjoying how big and juicy it looked. Hell, both sides of him looked like a meal. And what little was left to the imagination had his mind rushing.

He let out a quiet moan and gyrated his hips while he massaged his emerging tip with his fingers. It continued to engorge has he imagined himself on his knees before the creation with that hot, heavy package against his nose, filling his nostrils with a thick aroma of sweat and arousal. He would give the heavy enwrapped sac a lick and nibble on the tip of the groin, his own cock continuing to come up as he shivered with antici- …okay, it was time to stop thinking about that show. With a quick shake of his head the sweet transvestite was gone and he managed to get back to thinking about the hefty bulge at the end of his muzzle.

Imagining himself naked and kneeling before the groin like he was performing rites to it, he continued caressing the outline with his tongue while he moved his hands up the strong, built legs toward the waistband of the only remaining barrier. It briefly occurred to him that he'd never actually smelled or seen that part of a human before, and then his mind jumped immediately to the scent he DID remember. Before any part of him had time to object he was already combining the delicious aroma of a sweaty groin with that strange but utterly enticing scent that Owen gave off. The thought of it flooding his nostrils while he buried his muzzle into the human's crotch gave his own a surprising pulse.

Enough of his rod was free for him to grab hold and give it a hard squeeze as he thought of the human's cock, whatever it looked like, stuffing his muzzle while he licked over it and then out at the sac underneath. Two hands would reach down to hold onto his head through the ride he gave the human's groin, rubbing his ears and letting him know how good it felt. An almost briny mix of pre and sweat would be flowing down his tongue, egging him on. He could only imagine how the stiff phallus would feel against his tongue, and how it might taste. How different it would be from another Anthro. Hell, the whole experience would be different. Almost taboo. Both submissive and overpowering. Lapping up his fluids and devouring his crotch, working his way to that decadent prize.

Just the thought of what THAT would be like shooting into his muzzle sparked his groin and brought him quickly to his climax. The hand massaging his orbs quickly flew up to cover his mouth as he groaned out, moving his other hand behind the base of his rapidly forming knot. Not a second after he clasped his sheath and pulled up to simulate a tie, a loud whine escaped his throat followed by a howl as his engorged cock erupted over him, firing jet after jet of molten jizz up into the air which rained back down over his bare furry torso. He instinctively jerked his hips into his hand and lost himself in his moment.

He was there, knees on the floor and spread with his hands in front of him, lapping up his treat as soft hands caressed his headfur and his rod spasmed. As one last jet shot from it and finished the painting he made on the floor, one of the hands pressed into his cheek. A thumb lovingly rubbed his temple and two words he shamefully adored reached his ears. “Good boy…"

A longer-than-intend whine escaped him, and his cock gave one last hard pulse at the thought of being Owen's puppy. And then his eyes snapped open at the realization. At some point in his dreamy venture he'd started thinking about the human, and… well, given what he was covered with, it would be stupid to say he hadn't enjoyed himself.

Afterward he just laid flat on his bed, slowly wiping his emissions off himself with the shirt he'd thrown aside and staring up at the ceiling. He'd been hit with a barrage of new experiences and thoughts he could barely keep up with. And maybe it was just post-nut clarity, but with everything sitting still for a bit he could finally start processing it all.

They'd had possibly the oddest meeting in recent history, an even odder reunion later that somehow ended well, another odd-yet-pleasant meet-up, and then they went to a show which just sent the wolf into a horny frenzy. He seemed to jump between being slightly frightened, impressed, and even amused by the human. The guy was definitely a character, even a fun one. Confident and swaggering, but still self-aware at the same time…mostly. Maybe a bit head-strong off the bat, but not afraid to take the lead on an adventure. Even in the short time they'd known one another, Owen had taken him for a wild ride.

An awkward, thrilling ride.

He also seemed very comfortable with sexuality, something Milt rather envied. He'd always tried to repress that part of himself, given the grief he already got for how he looked. Plus, it wasn't really a benefit to be gay back home. Yet with Owen he ended up going to a play where people stripped down like they were on a nudist beach. His head was still spinning from seeing so much skin… but he found himself drawn in, and kind of excited. The scandalous nature of what they'd done lit a fire in him, and that fire wanted more kindling.

The idea that he found the human attractive, an even bigger target than just being gay, did give him some pause. If he started that journey, there would be no going back. People already knew he'd been hanging out with Owen, and even that had the rumor mill turning. If this ever got out, the rest of his life would change course forever. Everything he'd grown up with would be lost, likely including his own family. But part of him really wanted to know…

Then again, he wasn't even sure if Owen felt the same way about him. He didn't think the human would be opposed to the idea in principle, but he couldn't pin down whether there was mutual attraction. He did seem to stare at the play actors as much as the wolf did, so him being a fellow gay wasn't that big of a stretch. But could he really be into a wolf man like him? And even if he was, would bringing it up really be a good idea?

The question's see-sawing nature frustrated him until he finally decided to abandon it for the time being. Regardless of the answer to it, he at least knew that he enjoyed being around Owen, and he'd be eager to see where their next adventure took him. He would have to confront his feelings eventually, but for now he figured he could just enjoy the human's company. And probably a shower.