A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

Chapter One  
       "It was a dark and stormy night."  
       Marroc sighed and rested his head on his paw, eyes half closed as he looked at the computer screen in front of him. "Why did Professor Ulric have to put such a cliche assignment in that jar? I mean, seriously. Hasn't this beginning been used enough?"  
       His words went unanswered in his empty dorm room. Having a room all to yourself had its perks, but at the same time, was terribly boring with nobody to talk with. He sighed again before he stood up from his desk, closing his laptop and stretching to his full height of almost six and a half feet. Yawning slightly, he scratched idly at his chest, the grey fur standing out at odd angles for a moment before he smoothed it back into place. Turning to face the only window, he walked slowly towards it, the sunlight streaming in bathing his fur in a wonderful warmth.  
       For a brief moment, the glare of the sun caused his reflection to look back at him from the window. Dressed only in his favorite pair of silk boxers and his silver lined glasses perched halfway down his muzzle, he snorted softly and shook his head. The wolf that looked back at him looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed, the fur on the right side of his face pushed up towards his ear while the rest of it was billowed out around him. His eyes were drawn to his chest and belly, noting the curves that had been appearing over the last couple of years. Since moving away from his parents, he had been indulging himself more often, working out less and less, and his growing stomach and moobs accentuated that trend he was on. Growling softly at the thought of his parents, he rubbed at his cheek to get his fur back to normal as he stepped towards the window to look outside.  
       The grounds of the university was dotted with students sitting amongst the trees or on the steps, doing homework or laughing and chatting animatedly with their friends. Today was Saturday after all, and there were no classes until the following Monday. So, it wasn't that strange to see the grounds less lively with the bustle of students and professors and more relaxed with a calm serenity of relaxation.  
       Marroc stood for a few minutes, just looking down from his fourth story dorm room at the people below him. A noise that sounded like it came from right behind him made him jump, before he realized it was his phone ringing. He hastily moved to his desk to grab his phone from next to his computer. He looked at the caller ID, and groaned softly before answering. It was his mother.  
       "Hi mom..... yeah, I'm doing fine..... no, I was actually gonna go to the cafeteria here in a minute to get something..... no mom, I don't think they'd appreciate it if I told them to bring it to me..... Mom, I don't care about that, I'm not there with you and dad right now..... and I told you before, that title doesn't mean anything to me here. I just want to be a normal student..... I know you could get the best to tutor me, but that's not what I want..... Yeah, I did..... And like I told you, I just want to do things my way..... Ok, mom..... I know..... Mom, I gotta go now..... Yes, I'm going to get some food..... I'll talk to you later. Bye."  
       Hanging up the phone, he tossed it next to his laptop, not really caring if he broke it. And even if he did, he knew his mother would send him a brand new one within a week. He closed his eyes for a moment and crossed his arms in front of him. A frown had made its way across his face, his bad mood only made worse by his mothers' incessant nagging. He opened his eyes and walked to his closet, pulling out a silver shirt, the borders lined with navy blue flames. He put on his shirt quickly, buttoning only the bottom three buttons. Moving towards his bed, he reached down and picked up the black jeans he had unceremoniously dumped on the floor after he had entered his room. Getting them on, he grabbed his bags from his desk chair, stuffing his laptop in one of them before heading for the door. His paw on the doorknob, he rested his head briefly against the door, and muttered to himself before opening the door and heading out.  
       "Guess that's what I get for being the son of a Count."  
       

         
       His head was still full of thoughts of irritation and disgust at his mothers' impudence when he closed the door, not noticing the black and white figure trying to rush past him as he stepped away from his room. Too late, a disgruntled squeak emanated from the skunk that ran into him, knocking him off balance, the large plate of food the skunk had been carrying tossed in every direction as both of them fell to the floor. Without thinking, Marroc turned his body so he would land on his rump, seconds before realizing exactly where it would be landing. CRUNCH!! Groaning softly, he looked over to the other student, if possible even more irritated than he had been mere moments before.  
       "What the hell?! You could have said someth..."  
       The words caught in his throat as the skunk sat up, his disheveled clothes practically hugging his rotund and plump form. His disheveled hair hung in his face, until he hastily swiped at it with a paw, gingerly placing his black square frames back on his nose. His face was red from embarrassment, and he quickly stood up, brushing himself off while mumbling apologies. Marroc quickly noticed that his clothes looked very unkempt, holes where his black fur showed through in various spots, including the socks he wore with... sandals?  
       "Oh, I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to bump into you like that. Are you alright?"  
       Marroc stood up slowly, already aware of the damage that had been done. Crouching down, he moved his book bag aside, opening the second bag he had been carrying. Another smaller crunch greeted his paw as he withdrew his laptop, now broken down the middle from his less than graceful fall. The skunk gasped quietly as he saw the damage, his paws covering his mouth as his eyes grew large with apprehension. Marroc couldn't help but notice that the skunks' eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue.  
       "Oh no!"  
       A soft sigh escaped Marrocs' lips as he replaced the now useless computer to its bag. Guess his mother would be sending him a new laptop now. He sincerely hoped she didn't send him one that was custom made, though he already knew that she would the moment she knew she had the chance to "show off" for her only son. Looking up at the skunk, he smiled reassuringly at the skunk.  
       "It's ok. This gives me a good excuse for not having my work done on time now."  
       He stopped suddenly, noticing very quickly that the skunk almost seemed to be in a panic. He was wringing his paws as he nervously bounced on his feet. His tail was wrapped around his soft form, but Marroc could still see the skunks' belly jiggle slightly with each minute step he took. Honestly, he rather liked it.  
       "Oh man, Noble is going to kill me!"  
       Marroc quickly stood up, moving towards the skunk to grasp his shoulders and put his face inches away from the skunks', who almost looked as if he was going to have an aneurysm. He couldn't stop himself from noticing just how wonderfully cute the other male truly was. But, he had to curb those thoughts and help to calm the skunk down.  
       "Hey, it's ok. This is really not a big deal. You don't have to worry about it; I'll just get another one."  
       "That's not the point! Oh, my brother is so going to kill me when he hears about this."  
       Marroc couldn't help but laugh at how nonchalant he was acting while the skunk before him was acting as if he'd broken a priceless heirloom. The skunk shook his head, his hair becoming somehow more tousled and messy than before.  
       "Oh, you don't understand! We don't have a lot of extra money this semester, and we always swear we'll replace something if we break it."  
       Now Marroc let go of the skunk and laughed even harder. He couldn't help it; the skunk acting so agitated and upset was almost too much for him right now. He was just so incredibly and irresistibly cute, there was absolutely no way he could be mad at him. The skunk looked slightly miffed though, not quite sure how to respond to the laughter.  
       "You really don't have to do that. I don't expect you to pay me back for that piece of junk anyway. It was my fault; I wasn't looking where I was going. If anything, I should be replacing the food I ruined by running into you."  
       The skunk looked taken aback. He then squeaked again, realizing that he had completely forgotten about the food he had been taking to his room for his brother and their... guest. He looked around at the mess of food on the floor. The sandwiches were strewn about, their ingredients littering the hallway amidst the broken chips and soda pop that now stained the carpet. The plate, surprisingly, was not broken or cracked at all. In fact, it seemed to have landed right side up on the carpet only a few feet away. Marroc expeditiously stepped in as soon as he saw the horror return to the skunks' cute face.  
       "Don't worry about this mess either, I'll just have them put the clean up on my bill. By the way, I'm Marroc. What's your name?"  
       The skunk managed to mumble one word as he helplessly looked around at the messy hallway, his eyes fleetingly glancing over the bag with the broken piece of equipment.  
       "Barnes."  
       "Well Barnes, if you're so upset about what your brother will say, why don't I go with you so I can explain the situation. What room are you in?"  
       Barnes' eyes suddenly widened again, and a slight blush colored his face as he heard the suggestion. Marroc didn't know exactly what was going on in Barnes' dorm room at the moment, and it could very well get both him and his brother, not to mention their special guest, kicked out of the university if the situation came to the attention of the board of directors. But if he didn't let Marroc explain, he and his brother might very well have to spend the money they had set aside for their tuition before their scholarships kicked in.  
       Marroc noticed that Barnes seemed to be at a dilemma, but completely mistook the skunks' hesitation and sudden silence as a way of putting him off so he would have to accept a new laptop from them. Frowning slightly, he put his muzzle right in front of Barnes', his tone now carrying a hint of irritation again.  
       "Just tell me what your room number is."  
       "423."  
       Barnes had squeaked the number, intimidated by the wolfs' sudden irritation and how close he had gotten to him with those teeth that had been bared without realization on Marrocs' part. Suddenly feeling his paw being grabbed by the taller male, he felt himself being pulled down the hallway.  
       "423? Perfect! You're only a few rooms down from me. This shouldn't take long at all. And I still don't understand what the big de..."  
       Marroc stopped talking as he reached room 423, hearing short gasps and heavy panting coming from behind the closed door. Letting go of Barnes' paw, he leaned against the wall next to the door, a small smile coming to his face as he tilted his head towards the dorm room.  
       "Sounds like someone is having fun in there. Well, better get this over with as quickly as possible, huh?"  
       Barnes was now trembling as he stood in front of the door, hesitant to knock and potentially expose what was going on inside. Marroc however, growled softly and reached over to knock on the door loudly. All noise within the room ceased immediately, followed by a very tentative voice that sounded very similar to Barnes.  
       "Who is it?"  
       Marroc gestured to Barnes, indicating he should answer his brother. Barnes was now shaking, fear gripping him like a vice as he broke out in a cold sweat. He hesitantly called out to his sibling, his voice trembling.  
       "I-i-i-it's me Noble. I need you to com-m-m-m-me here."  
       Muffled voices spoke quickly in the room, too low to be heard as scuttling sounds emanated from within. There were hurried footsteps, and the rattle of the latch being lifted  as the door opened enough for Barnes' brother to step into the doorway before he realized Marroc was leaning against the wall. Marroc was struck dumb as an almost identical skunk stood before him in the doorway, dressed in a velvet robe that was not completely tied in front, exposing the skunks' delectably stiff meat. Seeing where Marrocs' eyes were poised, Noble hastily wrapped the robe around himself tighter and tied it off. Glaring at Barnes, he quickly voiced his displeasure.  
       "Barnes, who is this and what is going on?! And what happened to the food you were bringing up here?"  
       He stepped out further from the doorway, slowly craning his neck past the form of his brother as he looked down the hallway, easing the door behind him almost shut. His face soon had a look of animosity upon it as he spotted the mess further down the hall. Turning to his twin, he pointed vehemently and proceeded to elicit his anger towards him.  
       "What did you do?! We send you to the cafeteria to get food, and you wind up throwing it all over the dorm?!? And why is this wolf with you? Don't tell me you dragged him into this!"  
       Barnes regained his composure, and swiftly retaliated with his owns words at his brothers' displeasure.  
       "Yeah, well if you remember, I said I didn't want to go in the first place! And besides, why should you get to stay behind and have all the fun?!"  
       Both skunks started going at it, raging back and forth at each other in front of Marroc, who still stared in disbelief at the twin skunks before him. Marroc hadn't heard a word since he set eyes upon Noble, the shock of seeing two completely identical twin skunks before him playing through his head with several wistful fantasies. His mouth hung open, disbelief painted across his whole face. This was truly too good to be true.  
       "...and I suppose this guy was just walking by when you were running to get back here, your head in the clouds, and you probably ran right into him!! I really hope you didn't break anything Barnes."  
       Barnes suddenly gasped and his face reddened again as he suddenly remembered why Marroc was standing there, watching the twins argue heatedly. Looking down dejectedly, he mumbled quietly what he had broken to his sibling. Nobles' face quickly turned to a look of horror, much like his brothers' when the incident had first occurred, as he looked down the hallway again, now noticing small fragments of plastic and glass littering the floor around Marrocs' bags.  
       "Barnes, you idiot! You know we can't afford this!"  
       Marroc suddenly snapped to his senses, visions of skunk meat and the slightest hints of sweat and sex leaving his nostrils as he realized where the conversation was at. He had to step in now, or they'd really start making him mad about having to go and buy him a new computer.  
       "Wait just a minute. I ran into Barnes cause I wasn't looking where I was going. If I hadn't been..."  
       He paused, not exactly eager to disclose the reason for his carelessness.  
       "If I hadn't been off daydreaming, this whole thing never would have happened. And I don't expect either of you to compensate me for that piece of garbage anyway. It's not that big of a deal, I can get another one."  
       Noble pushed his half-moon spectacles up his nose, a look of exasperation setting in.  
       "That's really not the point... uh..."  
       "Marroc."  
       "Right. But, the point is, we always planned to pay back anything that we happened to break, which is why we were trying to be careful, up till now."  
       He glowered at his twin, who simply blushed deeply and looked at his feet, his tail hanging limply across them. Noble sighed and looked back to Marroc.  
       "Just tell me what kind of laptop it was, and we'll try to get you one that is just as good."  
       "Well, it was a Samsung seventeen point three inch, series seven laptop. It had eight gigs of memory and a terabyte hard drive. Had about ten different programs installed on it from the latest version of Dreamweaver to Game Studio..."  
       Marroc trailed off as he noticed that both of the twin skunks sported looks of trepidation, almost all color drained from their faces as they realized how much money he was talking about. Noble spoke up first, his brother still flabbergasted at the sums that were being calculated in his fuzzy brain.  
       "But... but that's roughly..."  
       "Four thousand dollars. Yeah, I know. And that's why I'm saying I don't want you to pay me back. I don't really care about it, I needed to get a new one anyway. That one was getting kind of old and outdated."  
       Now the twin skunks eyes bugged out at hearing this. Marroc realized that he had said way too much, and cursed at himself while thinking quickly. If he wasn't careful here, he would have to start explaining his lineage. And that was something he was loathe doing, especially with these two amazingly attractive skunks he had had the great fortune of meeting. He absolutely detested explaining to people that he was the only son of a Count in Germany, who owned more than fifty thousand acres of land with factories and malls set up along the entire expanse. Yes, he was the son to a very wealthy man, but he couldn't stand the fact that he didn't have to work for the things he wanted in his life. That was one of the reasons he had left, coming to America and going to this university, far away from his extravagant parents and their lordly ways.  
       "Just... please, don't worry about it. I'm begging you here, don't pay me back, and don't think about it at all. It was an honest mistake, and I don't want to ruin your stay here just because of something as trivial as a computer getting broken."  
       He stopped again, closing his eyes as he realized he was still digging this hole he was in ever deeper. Both of the skunks stood before him, mouths agape as they took in the enormity of what Marroc had just said. Sighing deeply, Marroc shook his head and turned, heading back down the hallway. He called over his shoulder as he left.  
       "Just forget this whole thing ever happened, ok? You can buy whatever you like from the cafeteria, just tell them to put it on my bill."  
       He stopped at his door, reaching down to pick up his book bag as he opened his door and kicked the other bag with his broken laptop inside. Closing the door quickly, he hurried off, still cursing himself for having said too much.

	Barnes and Noble stood in front of their dorm room door, staring at the retreating form of the wolf as he hurried off to go study. In unison, they turned to each other, both wondering aloud at the sight they had just beheld.  
	"What just happened? Is he really serious??"  
	Their door opened slowly, the furry head of Professor Bravo peeking out at the twins.  
	"Well, is he gone? And are you two going to stand there all day, or are you going to come back in here and give your teacher some much needed attention?"  
	Squealing with delight, the twins hurriedly entered their room, shutting the door behind them and pouncing on their scholar as they lavished affections upon him.

		Chapter Two  
	Marroc was halfway across the well-manicured lawn of the university before he realized it. He still hadn't gone to the cafeteria to get something to eat like he had told his mother he would. A snarl escaped his lips, startling two bunny students who were sitting under the shade of a tree nearby. Looking slightly embarrassed for letting his anger show, he turned back towards the dorms and almost sprinted back to the front doors at full speed.  
	Can this day really get any worse?  
	Stopping at the doors, he gasped and panted, trying to catch his breath. It probably didn't help that he had been almost power walking from the fourth floor of the house of Lambda, most of it down long flights of stairs. Gripping his chest, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, taking long slow drags of cool air into his burning lungs. Why did he have to make such a mess of things up there with those two incredibly hot skunk twins? Shaking his head and wincing at the vivid memory from not so long ago, he opened the door into the building, straightening up and walking purposefully towards the cafeteria in front of him.  
	Luckily, the cafeteria was fairly quiet at this time, with only two or three small groups of students sitting around the tables, studying expeditiously for assignments that were no doubt due the moment they returned to their classes. Walking slowly, Marroc entered the more sheltered area of the cafeteria, many different varieties of foods on hot holders or stored in reach-in coolers. Looking around at all the choices before him, his mind started wandering again, thinking about the captivating twins that were merely a few rooms down from his own.  
	His thoughts quickly turned to ones of fornication, his mind envisioning both of the skunks caressing his body, teasing his clothes off of him slowly until he joined them in their nudity. Smirking slightly, he pushed the naughty thoughts from his mind, retrieving a sandwich and a jug of milk from one of the coolers. Moving towards the cashier, he placed the items on the countertop, fishing out his student ID from his back pocket and setting it in front of the clerk.  
	"Can you put this on my bill please? Oh! Before I forget, there was a minor spill up on floor four. You can add any costs it will take to clean it on my bill as well."  
	The worker looked him over, comparing Marrocs' ID with the wolf before her. She looked down at a list next to her register, finding his name on the roster and confirming his account. Handing the ID back to him, she quickly added up the total of the items he had presented her, smiling as she looked back at him.  
	"Would you like a receipt Mr. Adalwulf?"  
	"Please don't call me that. That's what people call my dad. Just call me Marroc. And no, can you just throw it away for me?"  
	He rubbed the back of his head, looking decidedly uncomfortable as the raccoon nodded her understanding. Picking up his food and drink, he started to walk off towards the exit when he heard a familiar voice behind him.  
	"Hi Alga! Kind of had an accident getting to my room, so I needed some more food. And I'm supposed to tell you to put it on Marrocs' bill."  
	"Oh, just a minute Barnes. Excuse me, Mr. Adalwulf! I'm not sure if you heard, but this gentleman was told to put his total on your bill. Is that alright?"  
	Turning around, he was presented with the site of Barnes once more, the chubby skunk carrying another plate of food almost as big as the last one he had run into him with. Setting the plate down on the counter quickly, Barnes smiled widely and waved to Marroc. This simple gesture caused Marrocs' heart to pound quickly, a tinge of red coloring his cheeks as he nodded to the teller his approval.  
	"Uh, y-y-yeah. I told him he could do that, so go right ahead Alga."  
	"Thank you sir. As you know, we have to have approval of these things beforehand, or else we are liable if it comes to light that someone is not honest with us."  
	"N-no, it's fine. H-h-him and h-h-his brother can get w-w-whatever they want. Just charge it to m-m-my account."  
	Turning quickly, he started to rush away, not wanting the skunk to see his face getting redder at every passing moment. However, this was not to be the case, as he felt his shirt being tugged at softly as he tried to make his getaway. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Barnes standing there, holding on to his shirt lightly with one paw.  
	"Sorry, I just wanted to thank you for earlier. And if you want, I'm sure my brother and I can help you study if you need it. Or, if you just want to come over sometime and relax, that would be fine too."  
	"S-sure. Th-th-that would be great. E-e-excuse me though, I... I... I really need to study!"  
	Pulling away from Barnes, Marroc once more bolted for the door, his heart beating loudly in his chest, his face a bright shade of red easily visible through his black fur. His lewd thoughts from earlier had given a partial rise to his genitalia, but after what Barnes had just said, he was now fully erect as he dashed for the exit. Hitting the door with his shoulder, he stumbled outside, running off down the stairs towards the library.

	Barnes stood there for a moment, looking slightly nonplussed as the wolf ran off, almost falling over as he hit the door. Turning back to the clerk, he voiced his thoughts.  
	"What's wrong with him?"  
	A very wide smile greeted him as the cashier giggled softly, shaking her head at the skunk and leaning forward over the counter. Her eyes sparkled as she crooned.  
	"Looks like someone has a crush on you Barnes. You really couldn't tell?"  
	"Well, he doesn't exactly look like the kind that would swing that way. By the way, who is he anyway?"  
	The raccoon straightened up, clicking her tongue softly in annoyance.  
	"Barnes, you know I can't tell you that. We have to keep the confidentiality of our students at all times. But, if you heard his last name, I'm sure you can do some digging of your own. I'm sure you'll find some rather... interesting facts about him, if you dig deep enough."  
	Laughing softly, Alga rang up the skunks' food and charged it to Marrocs' account, as she had been instructed to do. Reaching down, she tore off the two receipts, fed some more paper from her machine and wrote down a name. Keeping the paper in her paw, she picked up the plate and handed it to Barnes, making sure he felt it against his own paw. A grin played across her face as she put a finger to her lips, then walked off to start doing her duties.  
	Barnes walked off as well, balancing the full plate in one hand as he opened the note to read what had been scrawled on it.  
	"Marroc... Adalwulf..."

	Panting heavily, Marroc slumped onto the steps in front of the library, setting his food down next to him. He hung his head dejectedly, his shoulders slumping as he sighed wistfully. He was still pretty worked up, his wolfhood still throbbing in his jeans as he closed his eyes.  
	Why is all this happening to me? And all in the space of a half hour even??  
	First, his laptop getting broken because of his irritation with his mother for being... well, for being exactly who she is. Then, having to see not one, but two extremely hot chubby guys, who just happened to be twins. And now, one of those twins inviting him to spend time with them in their room, supposedly "studying". He clenched his eyes shut, slamming his fists onto his knees. Why, oh why, did he have to be so damn shy around guys that he thought were hot?  
	The sound of the library door opening caused him to sit up straight, glancing over his shoulder. The snowy white owl who stepped out from the building was the perfect distraction for Marrocs' dilemma. Standing up, he smiled and waved at his professor.  
	"Hello Professor Ulric. What are you doing in the library today?"  
	The owl turned his head towards Marroc, a colleague grinning and saying his goodbyes from inside the building as he walked off to peruse the vast collection of knowledge within. Ulric smiled softly, a book held in his hand as he stepped out into the sunlight, a brief flash glinting from his gold rimmed glasses perched neatly on his beak. He was wearing his usual pressed maroon shirt, with a dark green vest covering the front. His slacks were also maroon, with black dress shoes elegantly meeting at the cuff. It was all a very nice contrast to his snowy white feathers and amber eyes, which gazed past his spectacles wisely. He chuckled softly and patted the book in his hand.  
	"Hello Marroc. Just picking up some light reading for the weekend. And what about you? Getting in some study time for that assignment I hope."  
	Marrocs' ears lowered slightly as he looked down at the steps, somewhat embarrassed to have to tell his professor the news of his computer.  
	"Actually, yes. But, I'm not going to be able to start seeing much progress till I get a new laptop. Mine is kind of... broken."  
	"Oh dear. What on earth happened my dear boy?"  
	Marroc scuffed at the stairs idly as he continued to look at his feet, still rather flustered at having to tell his professor what all had transpired just outside his dorm room. And, he definitely couldn't tell him about his conflicting emotions.  
	"Well... I accidentally... sat on it..."  
	"Really? And how exactly did that come about?"  
	"Well... I was leaving my room when somebody ran into me... and I fell on my laptop... Don't worry though; I should have a new one in about a week."  
	"I should certainly hope so. You know the key to good coding is the visual aspect, right?"  
	Marroc nodded his head, looking up at his mentor guiltily.  
	"Yeah, I know that. We have to be able to see exactly how the code is going to affect the different aspects of the game. But why did you have to put that cliche beginning in that jar professor?"  
	Ulric hooted and chuckled, closing his eyes in his merriment.  
	"Oh, I was simply running out of ideas for a decent entrance. You know, you can use just about any beginning you like, as long as it doesn't copy any of the ones that were in the jar. I can even make you a list of what all I put in there if you'd like. And if you can come up with something original, I won't worry about what you pulled out of that jar."  
	Marroc nodded eagerly, happy to be able to put his own imagination to the test like this. He definitely had some pretty wild ideas running through his head, but had always felt like he was being held back. Now, this proved him completely wrong, and he forgot for just a moment of the events that had ensued not even an hour ago.  
	"Yes sir, I would like that very much. And I won't let you down either. I've already got quite a few ideas that I've been wanting to try out."  
	"Hmmm, just make sure you don't bite off more than you can chew lad. It is entirely too easy to do in the field you are pursuing. But, I'll make sure a list of the topics is delivered to your dormitory. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to catch up on."  
	And with that, Ulric brushed past Marroc, smiling reassuringly at him as he trudged down the steps and off towards his office. Giddy with anticipation, Marroc sat back down and ripped into his sandwich, eager to get to work on impressing his mentor. Though, the only thing he could really do right now was write down the long lines of coding it would take to create his masterpiece. And that was quite the arduous task in and of itself, and could easily take up the next few days simply writing it down on paper. Not to mention not being able to see first-hand how the coding was going to affect everything else within the infrastructure of the game.  
	Marroc happily downed the milk, putting the sandwich wrapper inside the now empty jug and tossing it in the garbage bin sitting next to the door. Then again, he always did relish the chance to challenge himself. And this was the perfect opportunity to do exactly that. Opening the library door, he hustled inside, moving from shelf to shelf, pulling down a few choice books. Moving quickly to the receptionists' desk, he set down four books and fished out his student ID, handing it to the fox who sat there, reading through an article on his computer with a rather bored look on his face. Glancing at the ID presented to him, he clicked a few times on his computer and handed the ID back without saying a word.  
	Marroc pocketed his ID and gathered up the books, depositing them safely into his bag as he exited the vast halls of enlightenment. Almost skipping in his euphoria, he made it back to the dormitories and up to the fourth floor surprisingly fast. As he turned the knob to his room, he heard a voice call to him from down the hall. Quickly returning to reality, he steeled himself with having to cope with seeing one or both of the twin skunks yet again.  
	"Oh, you must be Marroc. I've heard quite a bit about you just recently."  
	Looking to his left with a perplexed look, he saw the visage of Professor Bravo, dressed in his green tweed suit, walking purposefully towards him. But, where had he come from? The teachers didn't have rooms up here with any of the students. Didn't they usually drive here from home, or live in the quarters specifically designated for faculty staff? Noting the quizzical look on Marrocs' face, Bravo spoke up again.  
	"I was just talking with Barnes and Noble, and my goodness; they couldn't stop talking about you. Seems like you made quite the impression on them from what they told me."  
	Marrocs' ears hastily pulled back flat against his skull, a sullen and depressed look passing over his face. Bravo noticed immediately and expeditiously tried to quell the wolfs' rising embarrassment.  
	"Oh, don't worry, it was nothing bad. They were simply curious about you. They even asked me if I knew anything. But, seeing as you haven't been one of my students, I had to turn them down."  
	"Oh. O-ok... well, thank you sir."  
	"Oh yes, that reminds me."  
	Reaching into his jacket, Bravo pulled an envelope from his inside pocket, handing it to Marroc with a sly grin on his face.  
	"They wanted me to give you this if I should see you. Well, I must be going now. Have a wonderful day."  
	With that said, the professor sauntered off, a very satisfied smirk touching his face as he walked away. Marroc couldn't help but notice that the teacher seemed a bit unsteady, like he was almost completely exhausted. And yet, he still seemed like he was incredibly happy, almost bouncing merrily on his way out of the dormitory. Stepping into his room and closing the door behind him, Marroc tossed his bag onto his bed, treading swiftly to his desk to open the envelope.  
	Inside, there were two letters, one green and one blue. Scanning them over, he immediately noticed a very detailed drawing on the blue letter. Picking it up, he read through it, his heart sinking as he read the contents.  
	"To the respected son of Count Adalwulf,  
I would very much like to discuss with you the events of todays' chance meeting, and hopefully come to an agreement of terms for compensation of your laptop..."  
	It continued on for a few more lines, but what really drew Marrocs' attention was the picture that had been masterfully drawn near the bottom of the page. In all honesty, it reminded him very much of the recruiting posters the humans had of "Uncle Sam", except that it was a skunk. Placing the letter down quickly, his heart rate quickening, he picked up the blue letter, only to find an exquisite rendition of the first letter, with a far more cruder drawing beneath it of a skunk seeming to be shaking his head, arms crossed in front of him.  
	His heart was racing by now, his head at a loss before the letters in front of him. Had they really figured out who he was, already? Whimpering softly, he stuffed the letters back in the envelope, opening a drawer and throwing it inside before slamming it shut. Cradling his head in his paws, he groaned, thinking of various scenarios of the twin skunks playing him for a fool and using him for his parents' money. Some were scandalous, while others were far more provocative. Standing up suddenly, he knocked over his chair, pouncing onto his bed. Tossing his bag to the floor, he undid his pants and shirt, letting them fall in a heap. Curling into a ball, he put his paws over his eyes, grimacing as he envisioned more and more plots that Barnes and Noble might be coming up with. Shivering, he reflexively howled out in anguish, wishing afterwards that he hadn't. Tears slowly came to his eyes as he rocked back and forth, drowning himself in his misery. Within half an hours' time, he had cried himself to sleep, dreams of skunks using him for their own gain pestering him throughout the night.

		Chapter Three  
	Sunlight streamed through the window of Marrocs' room, inching slowly towards his sleeping form. His bed sheets were a mess, what with all of the tossing and turning he had been doing all night long, his dreams turning to nightmares of twin skunks threatening to reveal his lineage to everyone if he didn't do what they said. Whimpering softly, Marroc cringed again, turning over in his sleep.  
	BAM!!  
	He yelped in surprise as he hit the floor, for a brief moment believing that his dreams had turned into reality. Sitting up, he saw his dorm room around him, his broken laptop still in the bag where he had kicked it yesterday, and the books from the library scattered across his floor. Sighing in relief, he crossed his legs, leaning against his knees as he steadied his labored breathing.  
	"Damn it! That was a restless night. But, maybe it was all just a dream."  
	Standing up quickly, he darted for his desk, pulling open the top drawer. His heart sank as he saw the white envelope, with letters of blue and green peeking out of it. Closing the drawer slowly, he noticed he had a missed call on his phone. Picking it up gingerly, he flipped through several screens before he snorted in exasperation. It had been his mother, and she had apparently called shortly after he had gone to sleep. Hanging his head, he placed the call and waited for the answer.  
	"Hi mom... I'm fine... wait, what?! He didn't! Mom, please... if you're going to send me one, please don't make it flashy, ok?... Because I don't want to broadcast that information... YES!!... Well, I'm not exactly proud of it... I've told you why I'm not a thousand times now... Fine, then send it. Just don't send one of the butl... Hello? Hello!"  
	Grinding his teeth, he dropped the phone onto his desk, staring at it in anger. Of course his mother would hang up on him like that. She always wanted to show off for her son, and no matter how many times he told her not too, she would always feign ignorance. And why on earth had Professor Ulric called to tell his mother he had broken his laptop? He already said he was going to get it replaced.  
       Turning around, he went to his closet and pulled out a towel. He had completely forgotten about cleaning himself up last night, and it would probably do him some good, not to mention help to cool off his rage. Stepping over to his bed, he put on his jeans that had been tossed on the floor, not bothering to put on his shirt. He was just going to go take a shower, after all. As he passed by his dresser, he grabbed a bar of soap two bottles of shampoo and a smaller bottle of lotion. One was for his head, the other for the rest of his fur, with a full rub down afterwards. He may not enjoy the airs and graces of his parents, but he definitely didn't like feeling as if his body was slick with the oils and dirt that collected in his fur throughout the day. And of course, proper grooming etiquette had been instilled in him since he had been a pup, perhaps the one thing he was grateful to his parents for.  
	Opening his door, he carefully peered out, not wanting to be caught unaware by the skunk twins again. Seeing that the coast was clear, he closed his door carefully behind him, trudging wearily towards the downstairs locker room. He passed by the stairs, instead determined to take the elevator to the bottom floor. It was entirely too early to be working out, and he wasn't exactly in the greatest shape anyway. He chuckled softly as he waited for the doors to open.  
	"Unless that shape is a circle."  
	He stepped inside as the doors opened, pushing the button for the first floor as he tossed his towel over his shoulder. He always did like elevators anyway, the thrill of feeling a moment of weightlessness and knowing that he was descending rapidly, only to feel gravity kick in hard as he reached his destination. A smile had spread across his face now, his worries already starting to drift off as he walked languidly towards the showers. Pushing through the doors, he was slightly miffed that he was the only one here. Usually there were at least a few jocks getting ready for some practice outside, even if it was as simple as playing touch football. He blushed for a moment, thinking about the many times he had secretly admired some of the bigger players as they had gone off to shower, their bodies glistening in sweat and teasing him with their masculine aroma.  
       Shrugging his shoulders, he chose a locker at random, disrobing briskly and placing his pants and boxers inside. He laid his towel out neatly in front of the locker, making sure he wouldn't forget where he had stashed his clothes. Stretching luxuriously, he treaded softly towards the shower, somewhat happy that he was the only one here for now. Choosing a spigot, he turned on the water, letting the cascade fall over him as he placed his soap and bottles on a ledge nearby. Lifting his head and closing his eyes, he raked his fingers through his hair, immensely enjoying the hot water loosening his taught muscles and drenching his fur. Turning around, he traced his fingers gently down his face, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed feeling his own tubby form. His paws gently caressed his moobs, sliding further down before crisscrossing over his belly, hugging himself briefly as he continued to explore the curves and roundness of his body.  
       "Wow. Never realized it could be this hot watching someone play with themself. What do you think brother?"  
       Marroc practically jumped out of his fur as he heard the voice, opening his eyes and blushing guiltily as he looked towards the locker room at the speaker. His jaw dropped, and his paws reflexively hid his package as he saw both the skunk twins standing in the entrance to the showers. His blush deepened even more as he saw that both of them were completely naked, both of their members standing to attention before them. He turned away, his own genitalia reacting to the arousing scene that was behind him, his tail curling under him in embarrassment.  
       "W-w-w-what do you w-w-w-want? Y-y-y-you already f-f-f-found me out. What more d-d-do you want fr-fr-from me?"  
       Marroc heard muffled footsteps behind him, with the occasional  soft splash as a paw hit a small puddle from the shower head that was still on. Almost immediately, he felt two sets of soft paws caressing his body. One reached around from behind him, pulling him in close and resting a soft, velvety head against his back, as his brother came around in front of him, holding him close and resting his head on his chest. Marrocs' heart was beating wildly in his chest as he lifted his arms, unsure of what to say or do as the situation he was in dawned on him. He was trembling softly, completely at the mercy of the twins who now held him between each other.  
       "Hey Barnes, I think he likes this."  
       "Yeah, I think you're right Noble. He's really going to like what happens next though."  
       "Oh yes, he certainly will."  
       Marroc didn't even have time to question what he had just heard before he felt the skunk in front of him kneel down, and an expert tongue licked at his cockhead. Groaning softly, Marrocs' tongue lolled out of his mouth as he sighed contentedly, looking down at Noble, who was making quite the show of licking up and down his ample shaft, around and over his throbbing maleness and finally inserting it into a hungry mouth. He could feel deft paws cradling his pudgy figure from behind, moving around his belly and up his chest, groping his moobs softly. A tickling sensation started at his neck, as Barnes started breathing softly on his fur, biting and licking at his neck and shoulders, moving around the nape of his neck.  
       Marroc grew more excited, reaching behind him to feel the softness of Barnes' stomach, pulling him in closer to him, an ebony cock pushing against his thigh. He heard a soft giggle as the skunks' efforts increased, his paws pulling at his chest as those teeth bit down a little harder, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from Marroc. However, Marrocs' head snapped up quickly as he remembered something.  
       "Wait, anybody could walk in on this!"  
       He heard a clattering noise next to Noble, and saw a key laying next to him. Barnes giggled again as Noble started bobbing his head up and down Marrocs' length, his tongue twisting and looping around his dick, bringing a sharp gasp from Marroc.  
       "Oh, we already have that covered. Don't worry wolfie, nobody is going to see this but us."  
       Marroc was panting heavily within seconds, Nobles' tongue still flicking expertly along his erection, Barnes' insistent paws and mouth still exploring his body. Oh god, he had to have more! This was driving him insane, this unbearable itch that he absolutely had to have someone scratch. Turning his head, he licked at Barnes' cheek, whispering in his ear.  
       "Fuck me. Please, I can't take it anymore. I want you inside me."  
       Reaching down, he pulled Nobles' muzzle away from his crotch, his knot popping forth in the process. Noble looked up with a questioning look on his face, until Marroc started bending over, getting on his hands and knees. Smiling and chuckling, Noble laid down on his back, sliding up under the wolf and putting the rock hard cock back into his voracious mouth, his tongue back to licking up and down the full eight inches. Gasping, Marroc looked back to Barnes, who was already lining himself up with his tail hole.  
       "Please, use the bottle, ungh... it's the... smallest one... oh yeah, right there!"  
       Barnes hastily fetched the bottle of lotion, squirting some into his paw and working it around his dick, getting himself ready to enter the wolf in front of him. Squirting out a little more, he applied it to Marrocs' rump, pushing in and rubbing his fingers against his pucker. Marroc whined with pleasure and quickly slurped up Nobles' own throbbing member, wrapping his tongue around the skunks' malehood and causing him to squeak with surprise. Nobles' long, fluffy tail twitched underneath him, wrapping around Marrocs' torso as he applied his own skills to the cock before him.  
       Barnes aligned himself up with Marrocs' hole again, pushing slowly into him as he felt the tight walls of flesh squeezing hard at his dick. Grunting, he pushed harder, eliciting a painful yelp from Marroc, which was muffled by the cock in his mouth. Pulling pack, he let go of Nobles' erection regretfully.  
       "Hey, go easy back there. I haven't done this in a while."  
       With that said, Marroc went back to work on the dick in front of him, closing his eyes and savoring the musky taste. Barnes mumbled an apology, pushing himself slowly into Marrocs' tight butt, working his way past the tight sphincter. He grew bolder as he heard the wolf moan in ecstasy, pulling back and pushing himself in further, loosening the muscles that were gripping his dick so tightly. Suddenly, he plunged in all the way to the hilt, Marroc whining in near bliss as he felt the skunks' belly pushed against his ass, the cock buried deep inside him. Noble reached his paws up to the shaft still in his mouth, grasping just behind the knot and rolling his sac in his other paw. This really didn't help Marrocs' concentration, and he could feel himself growing more and more excited as the skunk brothers' worked him over. This was definitely far better than any thoughts he had the night before, and he was filled with a sense of elation as he drove the skunk dick further into his mouth, gagging slightly but not caring. This was far too hot to let something like a gag reflex slow him down.  
       Barnes was panting heavily, pumping in and out of Marrocs' anus, already feeling like he could blow his load at any moment. Obviously, the wolf hadn't been lying when he said he hadn't had intercourse for a while. But, judging by the muffled cries of joy from his brother, Marroc had plenty of talent for oral. Grinning, he hilted himself several times in the wolf, feeling the ass pushing against him as he plowed that tight orifice.  
       Marroc suddenly grunted, his body tensing up as he released thick ropes of cum into Nobles' waiting mouth, his ass tightening harder still on Barnes' cock. This was too much for the skunk, as he hilted himself one last time before emptying his swollen balls into the wolfs' ass, a slow trickle of cream sliding out and dripping right above Nobles' furry head. Feeling both his brother and Marroc cum hard, Noble let himself go as well, pumping copious amounts of skunk seed into Marrocs' mouth, who voraciously gulped it down, savoring every drop.  
       Gasping, all three piled in a heap, Barnes pulling his softening skunkhood out of Marroc, laying down next to him as he grinned happily. Noble had the same happy grin plastered over his face, as both of them sat up and looked down at Marroc, who was laid flat on his stomach, completely exhausted. With the water from the shower still beating down on them, the twins laid down next to Marroc, each placing an arm over his back and hugging themselves close to him.  
       "Whew. Now that was fun. So Noble, should we tell him our compensation plan?"  
       "Yeah, I think we owe him that much at least."  
       Marroc turned himself over, his chest still heaving from the physical workout he had just been put through. A smile was on his face though as he looked at the skunk brothers, both propped on an elbow as they peered down at him from either side, a smirk on each of their fuzzy faces.  
       "You can think of this as a down payment, if you want."  
       Marroc didn't even know which skunk said that last part, both of them completely identical in the rushing water that fell on top of them all. Laughing softly, he lunged forward and grabbed them both in a giant hug.  
       "I never thought this would happen. But, how did you know I liked you guys like that?"  
       Both of the skunks now had a mischievous look on their face, laughing as they stood up and pulled Marroc to his feet. Pushing him into the spray of the water, they all helped to clean each other, as both of the skunks talked in unison.  
       "Oh, a little birdie told us."  
       Frowning slightly, Marroc rinsed himself off, turning off the water as he followed the brothers into the locker room. Shaking out his towel, he dried himself off thoroughly, casting sidelong glances as Barnes and Noble did the same. As they all got dressed, Barnes in his somewhat tattered clothing and Noble in his more refined attire, they headed for the exit, Marroc still pondering who could have told them that he was interested in both of them. Noble produced the key to the door, unlocking it and stepping out into the hallway. As Marroc stepped after him, he saw the profile of Professor Bravo, leaning against the wall next to the door, his paw outstretched as he received the key from Noble.  
       "Well, I certainly hope you boys cleaned the place up. After all, I had to tell at least four people that the showers were closed because they were being cleaned."  
       A twinkle in his eye as he laughed heartily, Bravo walked away, his tail wagging behind him as he thought to himself of all the fun those three boys had behind locked doors. Marrocs' jaw seemed to almost be hitting the floor as he stared in disbelief as the professor walked away, absolutely astonished that a teacher would aid in the kind of behavior him and the skunk twins had just partaken of. Barnes giggled, nudging Marroc gently in the side with his elbow.  
       "Oh, don't worry. I'm sure he enjoyed himself while he was standing watch. We weren't exactly quiet you know."  
       Marrocs' face suddenly became a bright crimson, thoughts of Bravo listening to the three of them copulate swirling through his mind. But wait, did this mean...?  
       He felt both his paws being pulled as Barnes and Noble tugged him along, his feet moving without him even realizing what he was doing. Before he knew it, they were back on the fourth floor, right outside his dorm room. Granted, a little bit of fondling and making out had occurred in the elevator on the return trip, but it had been too short of a ride for anything else to happen.  
       "Don't forget, if you need help studying, we're just down the hall. You can come over anytime you like, as long as there are no classes that is."  
       Noble reached out his paw and shook Marrocs' own paw, in order to keep up appearances in case anyone was watching. Barnes smiled and waved as they both headed back to their own room. Staring after them, Marroc reached behind him and turned the knob of his door, backing into his abode so as to watch the duo as long as he could.  
       "Excuse me sir. I have something for you."  
       Marrocs' fur stood on end as he whipped around, a groan escaping his throat as he saw one of the many butlers from his parent's estate standing in his room, obviously waiting for his return. He gestured to Marrocs' desk, a new laptop sitting on top, with several ornate designs in silvers and blues engraved into the black surface. His happiness quickly turned to anger, and he stepped away from the door, pointing furiously into the hall.  
       "Please leave now! And tell my mother I do not appreciate her ignoring what I have to say!!"  
       "As you wish, young lord."  
       "And don't call me that!! Just get out!!!"  
       The butler bowed to Marroc before strolling from the room and back down the hall. Enraged, Marroc slammed his door shut, throwing his wet towel into the clothes hamper beside his dresser. With an exasperated sigh, he flung himself onto his bed, not even wanting to examine the brand new computer that lay in wait for him atop his desk. Closing his eyes, he muttered under his breath.  
       "Leave it to my mom  to spoil my good mood.  When will she ever listen to me?"  
         
       	Chapter Four  
       It had been several hours now since he had showered, and Marroc now sat his desk, trying to focus on his homework. Tapping a finger idly on his desk, Marroc cradled his head in his free paw, a look of boredom on his face as he stared at his laptop. His mother had made sure all of the programs he needed were already installed on the new computer, all of them completely up to date and expensive to acquire. And yet, even with all of this technology at his touch, and even all of the ideas he had for his project typed out and waiting for him to incorporate them, he couldn't focus. His mind kept wandering, replaying the events from his shower earlier over and over in his head, the faces of Barnes and Noble passing in and out of his thoughts constantly.  
       Marroc sighed gloomily, struggling to keep his thoughts on his work before him, but never being able to commit to it for more than a few seconds before visions of the twins swam through his head. Groaning softly, he closed his eyes, taking off his glasses and rubbing at his face absentmindedly with his paw. He had to get back to his studies, but how could he when all he could think of was those two? He was still slightly surprised that they had taken even a moment of their time to consider talking with him again after what had happened, let alone... that. Placing his glasses back on his muzzle, he closed his laptop and placed it in the bag next to his desk, shouldering it and his book bag as he headed for the door. Well, he did need some artwork for his project, and finding it on the internet was strictly forbidden. He snorted to himself, shaking his head at the words from his professor.  
       "This project is to see just how versatile you all are at coming up with a game design with few resources. All artwork must be done by hand, or by another student. I will be checking to make sure pictures and graphics used are original, and not copyrighted to someone else. And make sure you give credit where credit is due. Dismissed."  
       Marroc gritted his teeth as he opened his door, stepping out into the hallway of his dormitory. He was a horrible artist, and had trouble drawing even stick furs. What made Professor Ulric think he could draw his own artwork, or even ask any of the students for help with this when most of them thought he was a loner anyway? He closed his door behind him, perhaps a little harder than he meant to, his anger subsiding slightly as he turned and walked down the narrow corridor. Luckily for him, he knew someone who was a gifted artist, and he might as well ask if he could get some help from him. He grinned as he neared the door. Plus, it just happened to be Noble, one of the twins who had so cleverly commandeered the shower this morning and... He shook his head, pushing the thoughts away as he knocked lightly on the door. This wasn't the time to let his mind get clouded with lewd thoughts. He was here to ask for help with his project, nothing more.  
       The door opened as Barnes peeked his scruffy head out, squeaking with happiness as he flung the door wide and beckoned inside.  
       "Marroc! Come in, come in. What brings you our way?"  
       Marroc grinned and ruffled the skunks' hair as he stepped into the room, doing absolutely nothing to the messy mop of fur atop his head. Barnes swatted his paw away playfully as he closed the door behind him, running and jumping onto the king size bed he and his brother Noble shared. Noble yelped slightly, glaring at his brother as he lowered the clipboard he had been working on, a piece of paper with sketches taking up most of its surface attached to it.  
       "Dang it Barnes, you made me mess up!"  
       Barnes simply stuck out his tongue at his brother before burying his nose in his book, his sides shaking softly as he giggled to himself. Noble sighed, placing the clipboard on the bed before looking over to Marroc, a smile tracing itself over his face.  
       "So, to what do we owe this unexpected visit?"  
       Marroc looked around the room, taking in all of the artwork and books that lined the walls. He was still slightly astonished that they had a king sized bed in their room, while he only had a twin size. Thoughts of the twins bringing anonymous guests into their room flitted through his head. Shaking his head quickly, he brought himself to reality again.  
       "Actually, I wanted to know if I could ask you a favor Noble."  
       "Oh, really. And what might that favor be?"  
       Barnes had stopped reading, placing the open book on his ample stomach as he looked at Marroc with a mischievous grin on his face. Noble had turned to face him as well, one leg hanging from the bed as the other lay crooked ever so slightly in front of him.  
       "Actually, I wanted to know if you could do some artwork for me for my project. You see, I'm not allowed to use any art from the internet, and I'm an absolutely horrible artist myself."  
       The twins looked at each other for a brief moment, the slightest look of disappointment passing between them. Barnes picked his book back up and continued to read, while Noble pulled himself completely on the bed, sitting cross legged as he stared at Marroc.  
       "I don't see why not. What exactly did you need it for though?"  
       Marroc smacked his forehead with a paw, having forgotten that he hadn't told them what his field of study was. Looking around, he noticed very quickly that they did not have a desk to work on, choosing to use clipboards as they sat on their bed instead. He stepped across the room to the bed, setting his book bag on the floor as he placed the other on top of the bed.  
       "Well, that makes me feel stupid for not telling you this before now. I'm studying Computer Engineering, specifically the coding involved in designing video games. I just need someone who can actually draw worth a damn help m..."  
       "Where did you get a new computer from so fast!?!"  
       Nobles' jaw had dropped as Marroc pulled the laptop from his bag, placing it gently on the bed. He had failed to remember that his previous one had been broken due to a mishap involving Barnes, and thought himself stupid for "showing off" the new one he had received just today. Barnes peered over his book for a moment before he tossed it aside and practically leapt across the bed to admire it. Marroc groaned loudly, looking up and holding his face with a paw as the brothers gushed their admiration over the intricate designs.  
       "My mom sent it. Since you both already know who I am, I can at least tell you that much. But, I still hate that she sent one of the butlers when I told her not too. I really didn't want to make this into a big deal."  
       Barnes and Noble stared at Marroc in disbelief, as he realized he had put his foot in his mouth once again.  
       "You have a butler?!"  
       "No, no he's not my butler. He works for my parents, and my mother obviously thought it would be flashier to send him to deliver... that."  
       He gestured with contempt at the piece of machinery sitting on the skunk twins' bed. Crossing his arms in front of him, he frowned and lowered his ears against his skull, embarrassed that his mother always had to do these kinds of things to him. However, the skunks' immediately grabbed him and pulled him onto their bed, lavishing him with kisses as he bounced for a moment. Barnes giggled and clapped his hands in merriment as he sat up, his fluffy tail wrapping around him to lay across Marrocs' stomach.  
       "Oh man, we get to have fun with a rich boy who doesn't want to be a rich boy whenever we want. The irony is just astounding."  
       Marroc pushed Noble gently out of his way as he grabbed Barnes and quickly flipped him over, leaning over him as he held his paws over his head. He lifted his leg, settling himself squarely on top of the skunk, a mischievous smile playing across his features.  
       "Hey, I may not like being a 'rich boy', but I still get what I want, whether I like it or not."  
       With that said he moved in and kissed the skunk, inserting his long tongue into the eager mouth. A low moan of pleasure issued from Barnes as he closed his eyes and returned the kiss, pushing himself into Marroc as a bulge started forming in his shorts. Noble was instantly next to them, biting softly at Marrocs' ear as his own paws traced lightly against the silk shirt. Marroc could feel his jeans tenting under him, pushing against Barnes' soft belly, eliciting a groan from the skunk. Pulling away suddenly, Marroc shook his head, having gotten completely distracted by these two yet again, though this time in the flesh.  
       "Dang it, this wasn't what I came over here for guys. Not that I don't like it, cause I really do. But I need to work on my project so I have something to show Professor Ulric tomorrow."  
       Noble softly ran a finger along Marrocs' cheek, a sly grin spreading across his face, his own pants tenting beneath his gut, a wet spot already showing through. Marroc gulped, feeling his face growing red as he fought against the feelings and wanton desires that were welling up inside him. Noble licked his lips, locking eyes with Marroc.  
       "You do know that we have lots of free time right now, don't you? All of our homework is already done, and we're just sitting here passing the time. I can draw whatever you want, just make up a list. But in the meantime..."  
       He undid the three buttons of Marrocs' shirt, the cloth immediately allowing his own stomach to rub against Barnes, pushing the skunks' shirt up slightly and partially revealing the wonderful curves that had been hiding beneath. Noble pulled his shirt off, letting his own belly free as he tossed the material to the side of the bed, reaching over and lightly dragging a finger around one of Marrocs' nipples. The wolf gasped, biting his lip as he absentmindedly let go of Barnes paws. Barnes quickly reached beneath him, undoing the button on Marrocs' jeans and pushing the zipper down almost in the same movement. As he brought his paws back up, he removed his own tattered shirt, letting it slide off the edge of the bed as his fluffy tail moved up the back of Marrocs' open shirt. The wolf could hardly control himself by this point, both brothers hitting just the right spots that he didn't even know he had on his own body, not to mention hitting on several of his kinks in the process.  
       "You know what, fine. Fuck it. But just remember, you two brought this on yourselves."  
       Leaning down over Barnes, he licked his cheek one time before biting gently on his neck, growling softly as he ground his hips into the skunk beneath him. Barnes gasped sharply, his body tensing up as he grabbed the wolfs' head, tilting his head to the side for better access to his neck. But Marroc wasn't done there, as he reached over to Noble and grabbed his crotch, feeling the throbbing hard member held within those taught slacks. Noble also gasped, not exactly expecting such a bold move from someone he had thought to be somewhat timid. Without hesitation, Marroc reached his thumb and forefinger up to Nobles' waistband, and in two deft movements, had undid the button, unzipped and pulled the slacks down to the skunks' thighs. Letting go of the pants, he grabbed hold of the bulge in the shuddering skunks' underwear, looping his pinky under the sac beneath the rock hard shaft as he squeezed it.  
       "Ungh... wh-where did this come fr-from? I thought you were..."  
       Marroc released his toothy hold on Barnes' neck, who simply lay there panting, just as astounded as his brother at this new revelation.  
       "That's why I told you, you brought this on yourselves. You may know who I am, but you don't know just what I can do. I'll have to show you both just what you're dealing with."  
       Laughing at his own explanation, Marroc looked back to Barnes and kissed him again, this time almost violently, his tongue pushing itself deep into the shocked skunks' mouth. At the same time, he looped his free paw underneath Barnes' arm, reaching up and grabbing hold of the skunks' messy hair and pulling back, evoking a moan from Barnes as his eyes fluttered shut and his body tensed up again, his hips reflexively grinding against Marroc. Noble had just enough time to watch the sudden assault on his brother before he felt the paw on his cock and balls tighten, gripping his skunkhood firmly. Groaning, Nobles' eyes also shut as he let the wolf caress and manipulate him, small gasps and squeaks escaping his lips as the grip tightened and loosened, stroking his cock while rolling his balls at the same time.  
       Marroc was enjoying himself immensely, able to actually show off something that he truly enjoyed doing, and not something that had anything to do with his family's heritage or wealth. A low, deep growl emanated from his throat as he pulled away from Barnes' muzzle, the skunk panting heavily as his desire enveloped him. Turning his attention more towards Noble, he slacked his grip just enough to get a grip on his underwear, pulling them down and allowing the skunks' erection to bounce free from its prison, pre glistening from the tip as he licked slowly from base to head. Noble shuddered, a moan ensuing from his lips as he closed his eyes, grabbing hold of the wolfs' face as he gasped at each lick.  
       Marroc smiled as he continued to drive both skunks wild with lust, pushing their buttons based on instinct. He couldn't even explain exactly how he knew just how to get the guys he played with aroused beyond description... he just could. And he very much enjoyed doing it, as it usually led to them doing things to him that he didn't always expect, but usually enjoyed. He let go of Barnes' hair, tracing a finger over an ear gently as he pulled his paw back. The skunk quickly opened his eyes, sitting up as best he could with the tubby wolf still crouched over him, and proceeded to lick and bite at one of Marrocs' nipples. Gasping, he paused from licking Nobles' maleness, whimpering as he felt teeth bite gently at his exposed chest. Noble took the opportunity the same as his brother, pushing the wolf off his twin and onto his back, eagerly pulling his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Letting them fall off the bed behind him, he slid off the bed himself and scurried to the other side, pushing Marroc back as he tried to sit up. Barnes had already pulled his shorts and underwear off, tossing them unceremoniously to the side as he dove at Marroc, his mouth returning to the nipple he had been so attentive to mere seconds ago. Noble followed suit, biting and licking at the opposite nipple, his efforts a bit more experienced than his twin.  
       Marroc almost lost himself to waves of passion, both of the skunk twins now holding him down and orally attacking his pudgy body. He closed his eyes, his teeth showing as he involuntarily snarled in pleasure. His ears twitched as he heard a noise, but the thought was pushed away as Barnes and Noble touched his stomach in unison, rubbing and squeezing at his gut. He could feel his pants being pulled off slowly, his own erection popping free from his underwear. A paw slowly grasped his throbbing wolfhood, and it took a moment for him to realize that both of the skunks' pleasing him were already using their paws, stroking his body. Opening his eyes hastily, he looked down and gasped in astonishment at the figure in front of him, paw wrapped firmly around his cock.  
       "P-p-professor Bravo?!"  
         
       	Chapter Five  
       Walking down the fourth floor hallway of the Lambda dormitory slowly, Professor Bravo had a little bit of a hard time keeping his feet in a straight line. He was almost completely drained from the "study" session he had just had with the skunk twins, Barnes and Noble. Not to mention having to keep up appearances in front of that wolf, Marroc. He chuckled softly, recalling what the brothers had discovered about him and detailing their simple plan to him just a few minutes ago.  
       "We want to pay him back for what happened, but we know he won't accept anything we buy him. He made that very clear. So, we're just going to have to come up with something else."  
       Noble had nodded his agreement, looking over the printout they had acquired from the computer lab on the lineage of the Adalwulfs'. It had taken a bit of time to find the information they were looking for, but the internet had come through for them, listing Marroc as the sole heir to the Adalwulf estate, as well as a brief biography of his exploits over the last few years. Apparently, he had left Germany to come to America, pursuing his dream of becoming a game designer even though his parents could easily have hired a private tutor for him. They surmised that he probably hated having to deal with all of the publicity of being the son of a famous Count, and wanted to get away from it.  
       "Well, Alga said that she thought he had a crush on me. And, come to think of it, he certainly looked like he was turned on a bit when you answered the door Noble."  
       Entering the elevator, Bravo pushed the button for the first floor, still thinking of his own suggestion he had offered to the skunks'.  
       "Well, you could always try the same tact you did with me. Though, you might want to try a more direct approach this time."  
       "What do you mean Professor?"  
       "Well, you might think about playing off the fact that you know who he is. I'm sure that would get him a bit riled up, and not expecting a move on him. And just think how you could be able to ease his mind afterwards by showing him that you just want to pay him back."  
       Both skunks looked at their mentor with surprise. Neither of them had expected such a response from him, let alone such a crafty and... brilliant idea. They immediately grabbed some paper, attaching the sheets to their clipboards as they began writing. Bravo tried to catch a glimpse of what they had written, but they both giggled and hunched over their work, hiding it from his sight. Sighing, Bravo dressed himself in his tweed suit, straightening his collar/tie as he started to walk towards the door.  
       "Well, I can see that you're both busy now, so I'll leave you t..."  
       "WAIT!! Can you give this to Marroc if you see him?"  
       Both skunks' were already done with the letters, the traditional blue and green for each of them being put gently into an envelope as they sealed it and handed it to their teacher. Arching an eyebrow quizzically, he put the note in his inside pocket, looking over the boys in front of him.  
       "What, not even going to clue me in on what you're doing?"  
       Barnes giggled again, jumping on the bed and grabbing up his book, deftly burying his nose in it as he pretended to read. Noble had a silly grin on his face as he explained to Bravo.  
       "Oh, we just took your advice. Now we just need to figure out when we can implement our plan into action."  
       Bravo laughed, shaking his head as he patted the skunk on the head.  
       "I'm sure you'll think of something you can do. But, I really need to get back to grading papers. If you need anything, just let me know, ok?"  
       Barnes looked over his book, nodding and waving as Bravo left the room, his brother also waving absentmindedly as he thought on his words.  
       Stepping out of the elevator, Bravo headed towards the doors, his office only a couple of buildings away. As he passed through the entrance hall, he noticed the panda janitor wheeling his cart towards the kitchen. A sudden idea struck him, and he called out to the panda.  
       "Hey Fred, you got a moment?"  
       Looking over his shoulder, the panda smiled as he saw Bravo, turning around to face him.  
       "Heya Professor Bravo. What can I do fer ya?"  
       "Actually, I wanted to know if I could borrow your key for the showers."  
       Fred leaned against his cart, a knowing smile playing across his features as he looked at Bravo.  
       "Oh? Ya wanting to have the showers to yerself, huh? Who is it, teacher or student?"  
       Bravo chuckled, shaking his head as he faced Fred, his paws akimbo. He had talked at length a few times with the janitor, his southern disposition rather refreshing at times. He was also rather observant, noting Bravos' taste in partners fairly quickly, and simply playing it off as a joke.  
       "Fred, this isn't for me. It's for a friend."  
       The janitor smiled and laughed, reaching down to the large ring fastened to his overalls. Flipping through a dozen keys, he finally found the one he was looking for and removed it, handing it over to the professor.  
       "Whatever ya say teach. Just make sure I get it back 'fore I have ta clean em up tomorrow, k? I'll be cleaning in the afternoon, jus' so ya know."  
       With that said, the panda turned and continued pushing his cart into the cafeteria, chuckling to himself as he shook his head. Bravo also chuckled, turning and pushing through the doors out into the cool evening air, pocketing the key as he walked briskly towards his office. This should help those two skunks' in their efforts of "paying" Marroc back.  
       As he moved down the steps of the dormitory, he suddenly heard a faint howl coming from the upper floors. It sounded as if it was full of despair and anguish, and Bravo could only imagine as to who had made the desperate call. Sighing softly, he continued towards his office, thoughts of plans for tomorrow on the edge of his mind.

	Sitting at his desk, three stacks of papers piled before him, Bravo poured over essay after essay, grading on originality, word choice, and relevancy to the assignment. Writing a B+ on the paper in front of him, he set it on the stack to his left, reaching to his right and grabbing another paper, pouring over the writing as he tried to focus on his work. He had gotten up early, after working until a few hours after the sun had completely set, trying to catch up on his work that he had somewhat neglected over the course of the last few days. Writing a D on the paper, placed it atop the pile in front of him, pulling another slip from the pile on his right. He paused for a moment, noticing instantly that it was the work of one his prized students. The green parchment had the now traditional artwork and notes along the margin, leaving the dog a little turned on despite his best efforts.  
	Glancing at the clock above his door, he noticed that it was getting further on in the morning, and he was already feeling rather hungry. His stomach growled, as if agreeing that he should take a break from grading papers to get some food. A gentle sigh escaped his mouth as he neatly arranged the papers on his desk, putting them away in the drawers below before he stood up. The chair under him squeaked as he lifted himself up, protesting at the added weight. Pushing the offending chair back into place under his desk, he walked to the door to his classroom, opening it and stepping out into the hallway. As he trotted off towards the cafeteria for some much needed nourishment, a sudden thought popped into his head.  
	Changing course, he exited the building, instead heading towards the Lambda house. He chuckled to himself as he thought of how he would explain his idea from the night before to Barnes and Noble, patting his jacket pocket to make sure the key was still there. As he entered the dormitory, he noticed the form of Marroc leaving the elevator, heading off in the direction of the showers.  
	"My goodness, the timing on this is absolutely perfect. Now I just have to get those boys down here quickly."  
	Darting through the closing doors of the elevator, he pushed the button several times for the fourth floor, in his haste forgetting that it didn't make a difference how many times he pushed the button. It seemed to take an eon for the doors to finally slide open, allowing him to rush down the hallway to room 423, knocking loudly as he reached it. Grumbling and shuffling greeted his knock, the locks clicking softly as the skunk unlocked and opened the door. Peering out sleepily, Barnes squeaked with pleasure as he saw the professor, grabbing hold of his tweed suit and pulling him into the room. Noble was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his eyes groggily with a paw as he reached for his glasses sitting on his nightstand. Placing them on his muzzle, he looked towards their guest, a wide grin spreading across his face as he leaned back.  
	"Well hello professor. Didn't expect to see you so early. Did you come for work... or play?"  
	Bravo closed his eyes, exhaling slowly as he attempted to calm himself down. He desperately wanted to play with these two again, but he needed to relay his plan to them while the timing was still right. Opening his eyes, he shook his head as he voiced his thoughts.  
	"Actually, I came over to help you with your plan involving Marroc. You see, I just so happen to have the key to the showers, and a certain wolf is heading there right now. If you get dressed quickly, you may be able to catch him before he is done."  
	The twins glanced at each other, looks of surprise on their faces. A moment later they were scurrying around, dressing themselves as quickly as they could. Needless to say, Barnes was ready first, his fur poking through his shirt and socks, his shorts slipping slightly down his rotund form as he grabbed a belt, shaking his head at his brother.  
	"Come on Noble. We're not going out for very long, so I don't see why you have to get all dressed up like that."  
	Noble simply glared at his twin, tucking in his button up shirt into his slacks as he zipped them up. Grabbing his vest from the hanger in their closet, he swept it on himself, buttoning it up hurriedly before he realized he had missed a loop. Groaning, he undid it again, making sure to button them up correctly as Bravo chuckled, watching the both of them scrambling to get ready. Reaching in his pocket, he held out the key as the skunks' hurried to stand in front of him, anxious to set the plan in motion.  
	"Ok, if you're ready, we should head down there. Make sure not to lose this, or I'll never hear the end of it."  
	Noble gingerly grabbed the key before his twin could, tucking it away in his chest pocket as he stuck his tongue out at his sibling. A small snarl crossed over Barnes face as he made to pounce on Noble. Bravo quickly inserted himself between the two, grabbing them by the arms as he walked purposefully towards their door.  
	"Come on you two. You don't have time to mess around right now. Honestly, I don't know how long he's going to take down there, so you must hurry if you want to do this."  
	Letting go of the skunks, he opened the door and hustled back down the hallway, the twins' close behind him. Pushing the button for the elevator, he looked back to smile at the brothers'. But, they weren't there. A clicking noise brought his attention to the stairwell door that had just latched behind the twins. Sighing and shaking his head, he entered the elevator as the doors opened for him, pushing the button for the first floor followed quickly by the "Close door" button. He laughed to himself, picturing the skunks' practically running down the stairs as they tried to get to the bottom.  
	As the doors slid open again, he stepped out into the entrance hall just in time. The door to the stairs practically flew open, Barnes and Noble almost collapsing in a heap as they attempted to squeeze through the doorframe at the same time. Their sides heaving, sweat dripping from their brows, they looked up at their mentor.  
	"H... ho... how di... did you... get he... here first?"  
	Bravo laughed, pulling the skunks' up and pushing them towards the showers.  
	"You know, taking the stairs can be quicker, but not usually for chubby guys like us. I would have thought you two would know that."  
	Stopping outside the door to the showers, Bravo leaned against the wall. Looking at the skunks' with a gleam in his eye, he crossed his arms in front of him.  
	"Well, you should probably get in there. Make sure you lock the door when you go in, and I'll make sure nobody disturbs you."  
	Both of the skunks smirked, glancing slyly at their professor.  
	"You just want to hear what's going on in there."  
	Bravo blushed slightly, looking down as he stammered.  
	"I j-j-just want to m-make sure this g-goes as p-planned. And b-besides, what if someone walks in you while you're 'paying' Marroc back. I don't think they'd be too pleased with that."  
	The skunks' simply laughed, pushing their way into the shower room, a click telling Bravo they had locked the door behind them. Closing his eyes, he breathed slowly, trying to calm his racing heart as he imagined what was going on inside.  
	"W-w-w-what do you w-w-w-want? Y-y-y-you already f-f-f-found me out. What more d-d-do you want fr-fr-from me?"  
	Bravo opened his eyes, looking towards the door with a hint of concern in his face. That whine sounded very similar to the howl he had heard just after leaving the night before. Biting his lip, he prayed that he had made the right decision, giving the twins' such an opportunity as this. If Marroc wasn't into them at all, he would soon find out though. Those two wouldn't push too far if they knew he wasn't interested... would they?  
	His ears perked up as he heard laughter and chatter coming towards him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw several jocks walking towards him, intent on using the shower after working up a sweat outside playing who knows what. Bravo gulped, thinking quickly of what he could tell them so they wouldn't be suspicious of any activity within. Making up his mind, he stepped towards them, steeling himself.  
	"Sorry boys, the bathroom is being cleaned right now. You can't go in there just yet."  
	A panther tilted his head quizzically, pointing at the door.  
	"Then why isn't it roped off? The janitor usually ropes off the showers when he's cleaning it."  
	His friends nodded their agreement, looking to the professor for an answer to this accusation. Bravo felt a cold sweat start on the nape of his neck, as he racked his brain for an answer to this obvious question.  
	"Well, the rope broke the other day because someone decided to use it as a tug-o-war rope. So, Fred asked me to stand here and keep people out while he cleans."  
	The boys snickered, thinking of two people they knew who might have done that. They just so happened to be a rather competitive rhinoceros and an elephant. So, the story was completely plausible from their viewpoint. However, the panther wasn't done yet.  
	"Well then where are we supposed to clean up then? We have homework we need to get to, and we can't really go back to our rooms like this."  
	He was right though, as most of them were practically caked in dirt and trace amounts of mud. Obviously they had been playing a contact sport, most likely touch football, and they were all rather dirty from it. Shaking his head, Bravo raised his paws, pads up as he shrugged.  
	"I don't know what to tell you, boys. You might try one of the other dorms, or just wait till he's done cleaning."  
	"Well, when is he gonna be done then?"  
	"I don't know. He didn't say how long it would take. It could be done in a half hour, or a few hours."  
	Bravo smiled apologetically, watching as the jocks talked amongst themselves. They soon came to an agreement, going back outside into the sun to practice a bit longer. Sighing in relief, Bravo leaned back against the wall, faintly hearing moans coming from inside the shower. He smiled and chuckled softly. Apparently the plan had gone off well, and Marroc truly was attracted to the twins. Bravo knew exactly how that felt, as he had been eyeing them for quite some time since they had first started his class. Only recently had he actually been able to follow through with some of his fantasies about the two skunks.  
	The sound of running water had stopped echoing from the shower, and he heard lockers softly opening and closing. Sounded like the boys were done in there. A smile spread across his face as he heard the lock click, and the door opened to reveal Noble, dressed in his nice attire. A satisfied smirk was plastered all over his face as he handed the key to Bravo, Marroc and Barnes coming through the door as he did. Looking over at Marroc, he saw a wide smile on his face quickly turn to a look of disbelief.  
	"Well, I certainly hope you boys cleaned the place up. After all, I had to tell at least four people that the showers were closed because they were being cleaned."  
	Laughing to himself, Bravo turned and walked away, his stomach reminding him that he still needed to eat something as he headed towards the cafeteria. He couldn't help but think about what could have gone on in those showers though, the look he had seen on Marrocs' face betraying trace amounts of arousal at knowing that a teacher had aided them in their little escapade. Smiling, he looked around, determined to quell his growling stomach and hoping he could return the key to Fred in the process.

	After eating and finding Fred nearby, Bravo had returned the key he had borrowed and gone back to his classroom to resume his boring task of grading assignments. Pushing the lewd thoughts of all the possibilities of what had gone on in the shower away, he quickly finished his work, organizing all of the papers into a neat pile in the center of his desk, ready to hand back to his students as they came to class the next day. The sun was peeking through the window of his door, touches of orange and yellow telling him the day was growing late. Leaning back in his chair, he finally let his mind wander, thinking on what his pupils and their "friend" might be doing at this moment. He already knew that Barnes and Noble were done with their homework; they always finished it in class, making sure to leave those wonderful notes and drawings along the margins for their professor to enjoy later. He furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment about what Marroc was studying again.  
	An image of a snowy white owl came to his mind, and he shook his head and chuckled softly. Of course, Marroc was studying computer programming, and the only professor who taught that field was the illustrious Professor Ulric. He had talked with him a few times, but hardly ever about the finer aspects of his classes. The raw coding was not his area of expertise, and it could become quite tedious to listen to all of the details involved. A good teacher for anyone who had the patience to deal with all of the skillful applications he had to offer though. Placing his paws on his stomach, he drifted into thought once again, feeling a desperate yearning to go check in on his favorite pupils and hearing what exactly had gone on in the showers earlier.  
	Making up his mind, Bravo leaned forward and stood up, intent on having a little "chat" with Barnes and Noble. He smiled as more bawdy ideas came to mind, and who knew... maybe he'd have a chance to do more than talk with the skunks'. He certainly wouldn't mind that at all.  
	Making a bee-line for the Lambda house, he passed through the doors of the lecture hall, treading quickly along the concrete path. Looking up to the fourth floor windows, he saw the window of Marrocs' room lit up. Apparently the wolf was hard at work, most likely studying for any assignments that were due the following day. Placing a paw on the handle of the Lambda house doors, he pulled them open, walking slowly towards the elevator again. He very rarely took the stairs, as they left him winded after only a few flights. And since his destination was the fourth floor, he certainly wasn't going to exhaust himself before even getting there. Pushing the button for the fourth floor for the second time today, he reached behind him and rested his paws on the railing that encircled the elevator, taking a moment to relax as the doors closed and the box began its ascent.  
	Before he knew it, the soft chime and swoosh of the doors told him he had arrived. Stepping out into the hallway, he walked towards the twins' room slowly, glancing at Marrocs' door as he passed by. He wondered for a moment if the wolf was actually studying in there, or doing "something" else. Chuckling to himself, he pressed on, finally stopping in front of room 423. Stepping forward to knock, his paw stopped just before he touched the door, sounds of gasping and moans coming to his ears from the other side. A sudden sense of curiosity enveloped him, and he instinctively reached for the doorknob, turning it and pushing the door open slowly. A soft creak as the door eased open caused him to cringe, hoping that he had not interrupted any possible "hot" activities going on within. Peeking his head inside, he saw a sight that instantly had him hard and throbbing in his slacks, the fabric straining at his thick maleness.  
	Marroc was flat on his back on the twins' bed, with both of the brothers on either side of him, completely naked and eagerly suckling at his chest. Their eyes had looked up as they heard the squeak of the door, seeing their teacher poking his head around the edge of the door. Both of them immediately beckoned to him with a paw, placing the paws on Marrocs' belly and starting to rub him gently. Moving fully into the room, Bravo gently closed the door behind him, turning the knob so as not to make a noise and betray his presence. Treading carefully towards the bed, he reached out a paw towards the wolf between the skunk twins, who nodded their approval to him. Grasping the waist band of Marrocs' jeans, he pulled at them, feeling the wolf buck his hips slightly to allow for easier removal of the garment. Gripping a bit harder, he pulled the jeans and his underwear off, reaching out his paw to grab hold of the rock hard cock that had presented itself.  
	Increasing the pressure on the dick in his paw, he noticed that Marroc had opened his eyes, a look of incredulity painted on his features as he saw Bravo.  
	"P-p-professor Bravo?!"  
	All Bravo could do was smile slyly.  
	"I figured it's about time that I play around with my favorite pupils' guest. Do you mind?"  
	Marroc shook his head slowly, groaning softly as Bravo tightened his grip harder still on the raging hard cock in his paw. Bravo noticed that Marrocs' gaze lingered on his tie, a look of yearning almost hidden amidst the pleasure he was receiving. Snickering, Bravo reached up with his free hand and undid the clasp, pulling the tie from around his neck.  
	"Oh, I see you like my tie. So tell me... would you like to wear it?"  
	Marroc whined, nodding his head as his mind seemed to go fuzzy. This all seemed like a dream, but from the biting of the skunks at his nipples and the grip around his maleness, he knew it was not. Lifting his head as much as he could, he gasped through the waves of pleasure the twins' were dispensing through their efforts.  
	"Y-yes please. Unf... Please, p-put it on me... I... I... I want to be a g-good p-pup... Ungh."

		Chapter Six  
	Gasps and moans echoed faintly from room 423 of the Lambda house, causing several students studying in their own rooms to look up from their work briefly, shaking their heads. Sounded like those skunks had someone new to play with tonight. It was going to be a long night by the sounds that were emanating from their room, one filled with very little studying on anyone's part. Several of the students grabbed headphones, turning on their music so as not to hear the lewd actions going on just down the hall from them.  
	As Bravo moved the laptop onto the bags on the floor, Barnes wrapped the tie around Marrocs' neck, securing it and giving a tug as he grinned down at him. Marroc simply whined, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he pulled back slightly, absolutely loving the feel of the leather tightening around his neck, dragging him closer to the pudgy skunk. He grinned toothily, his eyes looking just over the spectacles still perched on his nose at Barnes.  
	"Come on, is that the best you can do?"  
	Laughing giddily, Barnes kneeled in front of Marroc, looping the tie around his paw and tugging at it hard, pulling the wolf's head right next to his hard and throbbing cock. Noble pulled his head back just in time, narrowly avoiding getting dragged with Marrocs' torso. He glared briefly at his brother before wrapping his arms around Marroc, groping him as he started biting those large ears. Barnes simply chuckled, pulling the makeshift leash tight as he looked down at Marroc.  
	"Is that better?"  
	Marrocs' face had a look of pure bliss as he panted, his hot breath arousing the skunk even more. His tongue lapped happily at the dick in front of him, his eyes closing as he gave himself over to his lust.  
	"Oh, bitte stoppen nicht."  
	Opening his eyes, Marroc quickly noticed that all three males around him had stopped what they were doing, looking at him with quizzical looks on their faces. Blushing softly, he smiled and explained.  
	"Sorry. That kind of... happens when I get really excited. I said 'please, do not stop'."  
	The skunk twins laughed, continuing with their efforts to please Marroc and themselves. Bravo had unbuttoned his vest and shirt, allowing his belly to hang over his slacks, pushing slightly against Marrocs' manhood. Reaching down, he undid the buttons on his slacks, allowing the material to slide down his hips and settle around his feet, his underwear bulging from his own arousal at the scene in front of him. His tail wagging behind him, Bravo leaned forward, licking tentatively at the rather large wolf cock, pre leaking from it from all of the excitement.  
	Marroc whimpered, almost choking on Barnes' own cock as he practically deep-throated him, his body shaking slightly as he felt Bravos' tongue lap at him. Lifting his legs, he angled his toes along Bravos' form, sliding them slowly down until he felt the underwear around his waist. Pushing down ever so slightly, he managed to squeeze a foot under the elastic, and started forcing them down. He moaned softly as he felt Bravos' hard doghood pop free, brushing hard against his inner thigh as the teacher continued to tease him, cupping his sack in a paw as he licked up and down the wolfs' shaft.  
	Noble stopped biting at Marrocs' ear, licking gently at his neck as he rubbed his body against the wolf. He couldn't help but giggle as he brought his mouth to Marrocs' ear again, his soft breath making it twitch slightly.  
	"You know, you look really good like that. Maybe we should get you a collar so we can play like this more often."  
	Marroc mumbled around Barnes' dick in his mouth, the words lost as he continued to bob back and forth, helped by the skunk pulling on the tie like a leash. Pushing forward suddenly, his tongue went into a frenzy as he gagged slightly, causing the skunk to gasp and bite his lower lip. Reaching his paw up, he grabbed hold of Barnes' sack loosely, pulling gently as he continued his oral lashing of the maleness in his mouth. Barnes let out a low moan as he felt himself being brought over the edge, his balls tightening as he sprayed his seed into the wolfs' hungry maw. Gulping it all down hungrily, Marroc pulled back from the skunks' belly, a final lick to the cockhead as he let it slip from his mouth. Grinning toothily, he looked up at Noble, holding a single finger.  
	"There's the first time this session. I expect a lot more, since you all got me so worked up. And..."  
	Reaching his free paw up, he grabbed hold of Nobles' own nuts, squeezing softly as he licked at the ebony shaft in front of him, making the skunk groan.  
	"I already have a collar. If I'd known this would happen, I would have brought it with me."  
	Marroc slowly inserted the delicious member into his mouth, his tongue making small circles at the tip and moving further down the shaft as he closed his eyes. A moan escaped from his throat, muffled by the skunks' loins against his muzzle. Bravo had continued to lick at Marrocs' own stiff member, watching the show in front of him and getting all the more excited. Kicking his shoes off, he let the rest of his clothing slide off of him onto the floor as he kneeled on the bed, gripping Marrocs' dick as he reached down and ran a finger along his back entrance. Bravos' cock was mere inches from Marrocs' butt, glistening with pre as he made very clear what he intended to do to the wolf.  
	Marroc pulled Nobles' skunkhood out of his mouth reluctantly, breathing heavily as he released his hold on Barnes' nuts, reaching down to grab hold of his leg as he hoisted it up, giving better access to his hole. Whining, he looked pleadingly at Bravo, lust clouding his eyes as he panted in his excitement.  
	"Bitte bumsen Sie mich. Damnit... just... just fuck me, please."  
	Bravo nodded, a silly grin on his muzzle as he guided his hard dick between those soft cheeks, nudging against the tight sphincter. Marroc went back to sucking greedily on Nobles' dick, his eyes closing as he felt the pressure against his hole. He involuntarily squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on not biting down on the skunk as he was penetrated slowly, the thick doghood pushing into him. Barnes regained his composure as he quickly saw what was happening, his mind coming back from cloud nine after his intense orgasm. Leaning over Marroc, he once again started licking and biting at his nipple, his paw sliding down Marrocs' thigh to caress Bravos' stomach.  
	Bravo breathed slowly, feeling the tight grip of Marrocs' anus around his dick as he pushed further in. Trying his hardest to go slow, so as not to hurt the wolf, he paused when he heard him whine in pain, his body tightening up momentarily. He pulled back briefly, getting ready to push further into the wolf when he felt a paw grab hold of his ass, pulling him closer to the wolf. Looking down, he realized that Marroc had reached past his upraised leg, and was attempting to drag him further towards the wolf. Taking the invitation, Bravo pushed himself into the wolf harder, almost hilting himself as Marroc moaned, his head buried in Nobles' crotch. Grabbing hold of his leg, Bravo started thrusting in and out of Marroc slowly, causing the wolf to start blushing intensely at all of the attention he was receiving, his tongue pushing hard against the cock in his mouth as it continued to sweep up and down the shaft.  
	Noble was panting, his paws gripping Marrocs' face as the wolf continued to push himself onto his cock, his nose tickling the skunks' loins as he exhaled. Biting his lip as he felt himself getting close, he pulled himself out of Marrocs' mouth, his dick convulsing as he came hard all over the wolfs' face. Marroc opened his mouth wide, thick streams of semen spraying across his face and tongue, several spurts hitting his glasses. Noble let go of Marrocs' face as he finished his orgasm, breathing heavily as he sat down, his paws holding his shaking body up as he leaned back. The wolf licked his lips, swallowing as much of the spunk as he could, his own wolfhood throbbing as it pushed against Bravos' gut with every thrust.  
	"Oh... two now... Ah, right there professor! Now it's... Ungh!... your turn... please... Schiese deine samen in mich hinein!"  
	Bravo was already pumping into Marroc like a jackhammer, his knot pushing hard against the wolfs' tight hole with every thrust he made. Hearing the desire in Marrocs' voice, he rammed his dick deep into the tunnel of flesh, his knot pausing for just a moment before sliding in, causing Marroc to howl in ecstasy. Barnes quickly clamped his paw down on Marrocs' muzzle, his tongue licking at the nipple in front of him before he pushed himself up.  
	"Shhhh. We don't want the whole school to know what we're doing. Besides, a good pup doesn't make a noise unless he's told to."  
	Bravo was cumming hard into Marroc, his hips thrusting into him as his balls convulsed, painting the insides of the wolf a creamy white. His chin pressed hard against his chest, Bravo felt the wolfs' cock rubbing against his stomach convulse as well, shooting sticky streams of spunk that landed on Marrocs' chest and belly. Feeling the wolf tighten around his knot, he continued to shoot load after load into Marroc, his mind clouding over as his orgasm racked his body.  
	Marroc whined as he exploded all over himself, his paw reflexively reaching out and grabbing hold of Barnes' dick again, squeezing it as he convulsed. His other paw moved from Nobles' balls to his cock, squeezing equally tight. Both skunks were soon hard again, watching as their teacher continued to fill Marroc with his cream, and the wolf shooting off a last line of semen along his belly, which was already practically covered in his own spunk.  
	The twins glanced at each other, small smiles spreading across their face as their teacher and Marroc finished their intense orgasms, panting from the sheer force of it. Barnes let go of Marrocs' muzzle, reaching down to pry the wolfs' paw from his dick as his brother stood next to Bravo, his ebony cock inches from the dogs' face. Opening his eyes and looking up, Barnes joined his brother, his own skunkhood standing to attention in front of Bravos' muzzle. Squealing with delight, he very quickly buried Nobles' dick into his eager mouth, both of his paws reaching up to stroke the skunks as he alternated between sucking one and the other.  
	Marroc opened his eyes slowly, his chest heaving softly as he caught his breath. Noticing the action going on in front of him, he propped himself on his elbows, watching with a sly grin spreading across his face as Bravo pleasured both the skunks, who were already emitting squeaks and groans, obviously enjoying the attention they were receiving. His dick was growing hard once again, the scene before him hitting on several of his kinks, as well as being one of his deepest fantasies. Feeling Bravos' knot still lodged firmly in his butt, Marroc laid back again, his paws reaching up to brush past the tweed jacket the professor was still wearing. Marroc pinched and tweaked Bravos' nipples, causing the dog to increase his efforts on the skunks, who were panting and moaning, already getting very close to shooting another load.  
	Almost in unison, they unloaded their sacs yet again, spurting ropes of sticky semen across their teachers' muzzle. Bravo licked his lips, his face coated in spooge as he grinned down at Marroc.  
	"Mmmm... so hot. I don't think I can pull out of you anytime soon though."  
	Marroc chuckled, already knowing full well that the professor had been turned on even more by the skunks.  
	"Yeah, I kind of figured that. Well, if we're going to be stuck like this for a while, can your obedient pup have a little fun with one of these hot skunks?"  
	Bravo laughed, Barnes and Noble practically shaking in exhaustion as they tried to stay upright. Having cum twice, and in such a short amount of time, they were definitely feeling very tired already. However, Bravo knew that they could both go one more round before they were completely spent. Trying his hardest to keep a stern face, he looked back to Marroc, nodding his head.  
	"Permission granted. I happen to know that Barnes is rather talented when it comes to... flexibility. You should be able to have fun with him, even in our position."  
	Noble took a step back, his shaking limbs finally giving out as he flopped backwards, almost causing his twin to fall over as the bed shook from his landing. Bravo grabbed Barnes quickly, steadying him as he moved the skunk over Marroc, gently lowering down into a kneeling position. Marroc squirmed a little, getting his own hard dick in line with Barnes' rump, pushing up against the soft cheeks.  
	Barnes could barely think, his head swimming from having cum twice in so short a time. But, he desperately wanted to feel that wolf cock enter his ass, and arched his body forward, his gut grinding against Bravo as he angled himself onto the maleness beneath him, sliding slowly down. He gasped sharply as he felt his ass parting for the thick cock, his body kept from falling over by his teacher. Marroc reached up and grabbed hold of the skunks' hips, pulling him onto his throbbing wolfhood, his tongue once again hanging from his mouth as he felt the warm sensation envelop his pulsing member. Barnes gasped, throwing his arms around Bravo as he pushed himself down, his mouth connecting with his professors' as he kissed him passionately.  
	Noble rolled over, not wanting to be outdone by his twin, and crawled over to Marroc, placing a paw on his brothers' back as he brought his leg over the wolfs' torso, kneeling over him and presenting his cock to him. Without hesitation, Marroc started licking at Nobles' black dick yet again, pulling his arms out from underneath him and placing them on Nobles' legs, getting him hard within seconds. Leaning back against his brother, Noble sighed, trembling as he felt Marroc thrust into his twin beneath him while he eagerly lapped at his balls and dick. He knew that this would probably be the last time he'd be able to cum tonight before passing out from sheer exhaustion.  
	Thrusting his hips, Marroc could feel Bravos' knot pull against his ass as he pushed deep into Barnes. Groaning, he opened his mouth wide and took Nobles' dick into his mouth, closing his eyes as he began sucking hungrily. Both brothers were squeaking and gasping, Barnes pushing himself as hard as he could onto Marrocs' hard cock as he continued to kiss Bravo, his maleness now rubbing between their bellies. Noble grabbed hold of Marrocs' head again, trying desperately to keep with the extremely horny wolf.  
	Only a few moments passed before Marrocs' knot slipped inside of Barnes' ass, his sperm shooting deep into the skunks' rump. Bravo felt the wolf tighten on his own knot again, his dick shooting more of his sticky white seed into the already full wolf. Marroc pushed his muzzle down on Nobles' dick, caressing it hard with his tongue as he squeezed the skunks' thighs. Both of the twins gasped, shooting their loads once again in unison, Barnes coating his stomach and Bravos' in sticky ropes of white seed as Noble shot once more into Marrocs' hungry maw.  
	Once they had all stopped cumming, Barnes and Noble both slumped down, still leaning against each other as they struggled to stay conscious. Marroc looked around the twins to Bravo, darting his eyes to the side. Bravo nodded, pulling Barnes to him as Marroc gently let Noble slide off of him, the skunk passing out as he layed his head on the bed. Bravo slowly pulled his now softening dick out of Marrocs' rump, his knot popping free and releasing the buildup of sperm that had been pumped into the wolf. Pulling himself completely free, Bravo saw a stream of semen seep out of the wolfs' used hole, pooling at the foot of the bed.  
	Marroc placed his paws on Barnes' hips, gently lifting the skunk off of his own softening cock. His own knot popped free, and he pulled himself the rest of the way out, quickly kneeling next to Barnes as he placed a hand on his back, allowing Bravo to let him fall back onto the bed slowly. Barnes passed out just as quickly as his brother, sprawled out with strands of seed still clinging to his fur.  
	Marroc stood up, his own legs shaking slightly from all of the action that had just transpired. Looking at Bravo, he grinned as he placed a paw on his back, rubbing softly as the tweed jacket bunched up under his touch.  
	"I think we wore them out. Gotta say though, I'm pretty tired after that little session. How about you teach?"  
	Bravo laughed softly, getting off the bed himself and bending over to pull his pants back on. Turning his head to Marroc, he grinned weakly.  
	"Yes, I think I need to go sleep for a good eight hours after that. We should probably set their alarm for them though, because my class starts at ten in the morning, and I don't think they will wake up in time if we don't."  
	Marroc nodded, looking around the room for the alarm clock the skunks' used. Finding it one of the many shelves lining the walls, he scratched his chin, debating on what time he should set it to. Bravo finished tying his shoes, looking over to the still half naked wolf staring at the clock. Chuckling, he stood up, buttoning his shirt up.  
	"Just set it for nine. I'm sure that will give them plenty of time to get ready for class."  
	Marroc nodded, setting the alarm for nine am before setting it back in its spot on the shelf. Looking around the room again, he spotted his pants at the foot of the bed, right next to the slowly spreading pool of spunk. Hurrying around the edge of the bed past Bravo, he snatched up his jeans, looping them over his arm as he groaned, his ass cringing at the sudden movement. Grimacing slightly, he smiled at Bravo, who simply chuckled, a slow grin spreading across his own face.  
	"Have to say professor, you sure know how to screw the daylights out of someone."  
	"I'm lucky to have had practice. But, I will need my tie back before we leave."  
	"Oh, right. Sorry."  
	Marroc undid the clasp of the tie, handing it back to Bravo sheepishly. The professor accepted it, tucking it away in one of his pockets as he turned towards the door. As he grabbed the doorknob, he looked over his shoulder at Marroc, who was slowly putting on his jeans.  
	"You know, I could really get used to this. But next time, make sure you bring your collar. I don't know if my ties would be able to keep up with this kind of treatment."  
	Marroc blushed, nodding his head as he stuffed his laptop into his bag, grabbing his book bag and looping both over his shoulder. Hurrying after Bravo, they quietly exited the room, leaving the twins sound asleep on their bed, both completely naked and absolutely satisfied with the nights' events.