"It's a beautiful mornin' (ahhh). I think I'll go outside a while. And just smile."
The radio alarm went off at precisely 7:00. The clock sat on a window sill next to a bed with someone in it inside a small room. Othher
components of the room were a desk with a laptop on it and a small dresser. From beneath the sheets of the bed came a strange
tentacle. However, instead of being slimy or fleshy, it was covered in a sleek brown fur and had no suction cups. It slowly snaked its way
to the alarm and turned it off. It retracted back into the covers and disappeared. Soon afterwards, the sheets were flipped off by a hand
that looked human, but was covered in the same brown fur and was equipped with pads and claws.
The hand was attached to a strong and lithe body likewise covered in brown fur with a thick tail and powerful legs. The body led to the
head of an otter with a lighter brown fur under the lower lip down to the V of the neck. The otter head yawned and opened its brilliant
purple eyes. They seemed to glow with a strange energy and a matching stripe of fur crossed the left eye diagonally like a scar. The
anthro otter scratched himself and blinked himself awake along with a few more yawns. There was no sign of the mysterious tentacle.
He stood up and the covers fell off of his lap, revealing his quite large sack and sheath. He scratched down there once for good
measure before finding a pair of underwear and an outfit of athletic shorts and a muscle-shirt that hugged his well-defined chest. The
lower garments had holes in them for his rudder-like tail to fit through. Just as he finished dressing, his laptop flashed to life from its
sleep mode with a video call.
In the process of putting on his watch, the otter did not move to the laptop. But instead, a tentacle identical to the first one sprouted
seamlessly from his exposed shoulder and hit a few buttons on the computer. An image of a man in his fifties with greying beard,
moustache, and hair popped up on screen.
"Fisk, how many times do I have to tell you to be careful about that?"
"It's okay dad," the otter answered, turning and approaching the screen while the tentacle disappeared back inside his body. "I'm in my
room, the door's locked, the blinds are turned up, and my roommates probably aren't even awake yet."
"Be that as it may, if you get too comfortable with your power you might slip up."
"I'm just tired dad, once I wake up I promise I'll do everything the old-fashioned way. So was there a reason you called me at...7:15 in
the morning? Or do you just miss me?" Fisk asked flashing an overly cute otter smile.
"Well I'll be missing you a whole lot more here soon."
"Oh? And why's that?"
"I'm going on a business trip to Europe for the rest of the month. I just found out earlier this morning."
"Grandpa still kicking you around the business?"
"Yes, but I suppose it's better than having him at home to bother your mother 24/7. The old man may be 98 this Friday, but he's still got
plenty of juice in his battery. But just in case, I want you to call the plant every day while I'm gone and see how he's holding up. Don't
call him, though, I have one of our interns watching him. I'll send you the number. You know how Grandpa just got the new cybernetic
leg, so I want to make sure he's not pushing himself. Even with the technology and medicine we have today, 98's still an old age. And
don't be afraid to check in on your mother. You know how Eric can get when he thinks his dad or big brother isn't watching."
"Aye, aye captain!" Fisk mock saluted.
"Smart-ass," his dad chuckled, "Alright, see you next month."
The screen blacked out while a woman's voice said, "VexCo. thanks you for your time."
"Apparently he called from work," Fisk smirked.
The screen then returned to its normal desktop with an IM window containing the number for the intern Fisk's dad had told him about.
He saved it and put the computer back to sleep. He headed for the door and walked out into the hall.
"Good thing it's summer semester," Fisk thought to himself, "Or I'd have trouble trying to squeeze those calls in."
The otter walked down the short hall into the living room of the dorm suite. He shared the suite with two other boys. Jason was a furry
as well, a slim grey fox with blue-dyed head fur, while Brandon was a blond Caucasian human with a jock physique. The three were
best friends now in their sophomore year of college and had done everything in their power to make sure they were roommates again.
And with Fisk being the next heir of VexCo. Technologies, he held a lot of sway over the furry members of the housing committee.
He sat down on the sofa and flicked on the TV. He had only watched a few minutes of the news when a still-groggy Jason plopped
down on the other end of the couch. Jason had a tendency to forget that he wasn't in his parent's apartment anymore and often walked
out of his room with no clothes on. He was an only child and his parents had both gone to work early, so he had become accustomed
to waking up and sitting around naked. Even after a year of college, he still did this at least three times a week.
"Jason?"
"What?" he mumbled.
"Pants?" Fisk laughed.
"Shit."
It wasn't a big deal. Jason was gay and Brandon and Fisk were bisexual so they had seen—and touched—each others' naked bodies
before. But there was such a thing as too comfortable.
While Jason put on some clothes, Brandon came into the room. He sat in the chair facing sideways, each boy had their own designated
spot and they were respected. As Brandon was usually the last one up, he looked at Jason's empty spot.
"Forgot his pants?"
"Yep," Fisk affirmed.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say he's trying to seduce us," Brandon chuckled.
"If you did know better," Jason said as he walked back into the room, "You'd know I was trying to seduce you."
"Faggot," Brandon remarked.
"Damn right," Jason sent it right back.
"Well before you two start stripping in front of me," Fisk said, "I'm going to go get some breakfast."
"Better make sure they have plenty of cream for Jason!" Brandon joked as he walked out the door.
"And he calls me a faggot," Jason shook his head.
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"Oh, Fisk, you're so big," the shapely anthro cat girl moaned as she slid herself onto his meat.
He had picked her up at a party one of Brandon's friends had invited them to and they had all returned to their respective rooms with
their respective partners. They were all a bit buzzed and all a bit pent-up, so this had been the expected outcome. Fisk wasn't so
buzzed that he put safety aside. He had called a cab for the six of them and was wearing a condom, but that didn't detract from his fun.
"I've never been so...filled!" she cooed.
She was a beautiful girl with a perfect shape, large breasts, and soft blue-grey fur. Though maybe it was just the alchohol, bu Fisk
couldn't help thinking she was a bit of a slut. She had practically thrown herself on him as soon as he got to the party, but she was
already drunk by the time he had gotten there.
Brandon had scored a busty rabbit girl and Jason had met a cute chocolate lab boy. Fisk could hear the moans on either side of his
room through the thin walls. He focused back on the cat girl, Alexis he thought she had introduced herself, and her perfect gliding
movement on his cock. He could feel his balls churning, aching for release, but he wanted to hold on as long as possible. Alexis's crotch
became wet and Fisk knew that was a good sign. If you can outlast a woman, you know you're pleasing her. It was soon too much for
him and he shot his load into the condom.
Alexis sighed and laid down on him, but Fisk knew she would fall asleep there. So he gently pulled out, disposed of the condom, and
tucked her into his bed. He then grabbed a blanket and headed for the couch. He hadn't even closed he door before she was purring in
her sleep.
Out in the living room, Brandon was already reclined in his chair with his own blanket, fast asleep. As Fisk settled onto the couch, he
saw Jason stick his head out his door. The fox gave him a thumbs up before a brown paw pulled him back in. Fisk chuckled to himself
as he settled into the couch and fell asleep.