Ayn by BlueFists

Ayn sighed deeply, his life passing him by. Only nineteen years of age, and already he felt like he was going on fifty. Throughout his life he had nothing but tragedy in his eyes. Asked to leave by his family (or moreover his fathers boot) when he was sixteen for admitting to both himself and his parents that he was gay, after a recent rash of break-ups with many girls, and a crush on a male classmate. He had to get a shit job just to get along in life, just barely able to afford college with the few scholarships, and the many, many student loans. The young fox slumped over a mass of books, stretching well over his head in stacks on his tiny desk. He groaned tired from work and studying for exams, the sweltering heat of the dormitory room growing quickly quite uncomfortable, and almost unbearable. Stripping off his shirt he tossed it into a pile of clothes sitting in a small corner of the room and tried to refocus his attention on his books when he heard a tap on his bathroom window. "What the..." he murmmerd as he rose from his chari and walked into the bathroom, the tapping getting louder as he approached, one about every few seconds. He flicked on the light to the bathroom and stepped up onto the toilet seat so he could open the window and peak over the sill, just as he did a small rock slammed into his nose procuring a yelp of pain and shock. "Ow! Dammit who's out there!" growled Ayn, squinting as he scanned the ground below until he found the perpetrator, a large roo holding a handful of stones. "Shit wrong window." cursed the roo, noticing Ayn peaking out of his window, "Hey queer! You know where Janice Craun's window is!?" Looking with disgust as to how such a rude creature... and rather muscular... and from the look that Ayn had quite well endowed roo, a stone wizzed by his head snapping him outta his daze, "Well! Do ya!" Ayn snarled in response, slamming the window shut, the force of his anger causing him to slip, his foot splashing into the toilet, he cursed his luck and quickly took out the soaked limb, shaking it off and grabbing a towel from the shower door to dry it. Stamping outta the bathroom he stopped at the mirror, and noticed a small red trickle coming from his nose, it was his own blood, 'That damn roo with his rock.' Ayn thought to himself wiping the crimson from his noise with the back of his arm. There was also a drop on his white chest fur and he brushed his off lightly, the touch bringing about a deep murr in his throat. He did this a few more times, looking into the mirror at himself. He wasnt that bad looking he thought, a little ragged from lack of sleep and over-exertion at work. His features lean, but well proportioned to his small stature. His rusty red fur stretching from all sides. The only areas not in red he noticed were, the tip of his tail and a line running down his muzzle disappearing into his jeans, which were covered in mily white fur, and also the tips of his ears, and the ends of his arms, noth swathed in inky black and almost glossy looking fur. A small yelp escaped his muzzle and he grimaced, the constraints of his tight jeans becoming increasingly painful. Quickly unbuttoning the cloth cage, he freed his bobbing erection into the air, his shaft completely free of the furry white pocket of his sheath. He blushed immediately, not because of the thought of being noticed but at both the fact of how that annoying roo had caused this as well, and also at the small size of himself. He barely reached six inches and was scarecly over an inch thick, so whenever he saw himself he felt totally embarrased, especially after seeing some of the jocks in his old high school gym classes. The member was throbbing though and he felt it needed attention fast. Grasping his penis he began to runs his paw over his length, moaning lightly with each stroke. He stepped out of his jeans and leaped out of the bathroom and onto his bedm and lied down on his back quickly. He incresed his stroking, covering his entire piece in both of his paws and thrust his hips steadily. Fucking his paws faster he began to moan loudly. Panting heavily he groaned, grtting his teeth, the sensation of of his climax nearing. With a yelp he thrust hard one last time into his paws a small blast of warm fox cum spurting onto his chest and paws, sticking fast quickly. Forming a ring with one paw he squeezed his penis and pushed out every last bit of seed he could get out, the most of it running down his paw mixing in the black fur making it high gloss and sticky. "My my what a show... I think Im gonna like you as my new roommate." came a voice and Ayn froze in fear, lying his chest and paws covered in his own seed, and another seeing him. He slowly lifted his head to see a rather large dragon-morph standing in the doorway with a satchel, barely able to fit in the door. "Don't act shy, I dont bite.. too hard." the dragon winked at Ayn and closed the door behind him. Reassesing his life, Ayn beleived things were soon to get a hell of a lot better....

The End!

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