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It was now a week before classes officially start and students began arriving in waves. Things have been busy for the Academy staff at this point, and the students were also busy exploring what the place, and each other, can offer.

Barry was with one of the recent arrivals, a huge black bull name Damien Kingston, but simply goes by King. They met during one of Barry's visits to the gym, they were lifting weights side by side and once their eyes met, it was an instant rivalry. From there they continued trying to out lift and out rep the other, but they sure felt that the next morning. And so, they became friends soon afterward, it also turned out that they're roommates so that was even more awesome.

Now their rivalry surface again as they sat in the lounge, with a few other dorm mates watching them play a fighting game, so far they were neck and neck, both winning equal rounds and are down to the final. "Don't forget our bet, bro!" Barry reminded as he shoulder nudged King.

"Right back atcha, dude!" King replied as he nudged back. And the round finally started. All that could be heard were the frantic button mashing and the loud cheers of the audience.

But soon enough, the round came to an end and King was the winner. The big bull jumped up and roared out his own cheers of celebration, adding a few fist pumps and air humps, his huge and heavy, bovine balls swinging between his legs. Once he was done celebrating, he turned around to face Barry with a wide, mocking smirk. "You know what this means Barry boy~"

"Fine, fine, just let me have it" Merely seconds of him saying, he found his face pressed right in King's crack, mushed between those beefy ass cheeks. That was the bet, the loser must eat out the winner for two full minutes without break or suffer through a 'punishment'.

Luckily for Barry, he managed to complete the loser challenge with some ease, leaving King's pucker and crack practically glimmering. "Phew, holy shit, bro. That's one tongue you got."

"We ursine are gifted with long tongues. Pretty useful for a thorough rimjob." Barry wiped his mouth with a thumb and stood up, a very evident and growing tent in his pants. At this point, Barry's meat rod was pretty famous around the dorms, every bottom and sub wanting a piece of it.

"Hey dude, let me help you with that." One of the other dorm mates, a tiger, suggested as he knelt in front of Barry, pulling down the front his pants and instantly gobbling up his cock, slurping on it pretty loudly.

Barry just let out a deep huff, enjoying the blowjob for now and that feline tongue was doing wonders on its own. He placed his hand on the tiger's head, stroking his hair gently but otherwise letting him do his own thing, which he was doing pretty amazingly.

In fact, he was a bit too good. "Whoa, bro. I'm about to shoot!" The moment he said that the tiger pulled off and began stroking his cock hard and fast, merely seconds before Barry began showering his face and chest with his thick and plentiful load, getting plenty of cheers and hollers of approval for the brief show. One of the other students, a wolf, even knelt beside the tiger and began licking his face a few times, before locking their maws in a deep and sloppy kiss.

"Welp, I sure am hungry after that... for some real food." Barry stated as he gave his belly a couple of pats as he stood up.

"Hold up, I'm coming with," King called to him before going up to their room and coming back wearing nothing but a brightly colored tank top and they were finally on their way.

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That cafeteria was now pretty much filled with many students who arrived recently, plenty of various conversations and men in varying states of dress and/or undress.

Barry and King have already ordered their food and were looking for a place to sit, until Barry noticed Deneb waving over to them, already claiming a table with him, Lance, and another student, a slim fox they haven't met before was sitting, shamelessly, in Deneb's lap. Barry just smiled and rolled his eyes as he and King made their way to the table. "So... I don't believe we met your new friend, Deneb."

The beaver smiled as he made the fox bounce in his lap a couple of times, electing an almost feminine giggle out of him. "This is Bernard." He gave the fox's rear a couple of soft pats. "Say 'Hi' Bernard."

The fox just gave them a cute wave. "Hi!"

Barry looked around a couple of times. "Where's Natsumi?"

Lance shrugged as he sipped his drink through a straw. "He said he was gonna be here soon. Just gotta do a few things before that." Just then, he looked at the entrance and noticed the mouse just entering. "Speak of the devil." But he also noticed the mouse fidgeting with his shirt, causing the rabbit to raise a brow of suspicion.

Natsumi found their table and walked up to them. "Ohayo, minasan." He greeted them in his native language. "How's everyone doing, this morning?"

"Doing pretty good, man," Barry replied, followed by the others, but the bear noticed the mouse's expression. "You... you okay there, dude?"

Natsumi had a pretty heavy blush on his face, his ears practically glowed red. "Huh? Oh, no, nothing's wrong. Nothing at all, ehehe..."

"So you say~" Lance was instantly behind him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and just yanking it up, revealing the reason behind the mouse's bashfulness.

Under his shirt, Natsumi was wearing a violet-colored harness over his chest. Once it was visible, that elected a few wolf-whistles from their group as well as from others who happened to look their way. Natsumi grabbed his shirt and pulled it down, turning to the rabbit with anger burning in his eyes, as well as embarrassment. "Dammit, Lance, why the fuck did you have to do that!?"

"You were looking like a nervous damsel. Anyone would be curious." Lance replied with a shrug and a wide smirk on his face.

Deneb placed his elbow on the table and propping his head on his hand. "So, what brought on the strange taste in wardrobe?"

Natsumi took a seat, still glaring daggers at Lance for a couple more seconds before letting out a deep sigh and replying. "This... belongs to my roommate. He said that I'd look good in it, so he had me put it on... and just walked me out the door."

"Well, he clearly has good taste~" That was Bernard. "You should lose the shirt, you look absolutely studly in that harness, especially the dark color, it goes very with your white fur.

"You think so?" Natsumi asked with some hope in his voice.

"Yeah!" Everyone at the table agreed.

Natsumi looked around a couple of times, before letting out a sigh of defeat, then proceeded to take off his shirt, receiving a few whistles and hollers of encouragement and approval.

"So, guys... heard the news lately?" King asked suddenly as he was flipping through his phone.

Barry shrugged. "Not really interested, to be honest."

Natsumi's ear twitched a bit. "You mean the whole thing with the human supremacists?"

"Yep." King flipped through the articles until he reached the one he wanted. "And it seems the Simians have had enough. Check this out?" He turned his phone to face the others.

Apparently, the Simians, who were long time allies of the Humans, have left them in favor of joining the United Galactic Federation, a large group of planets that enter an agreement of peace among one another. Humans have been enemies of the UGF for many millennia and the Simians, who were supposed to be the humans' 'ancestors' felt sympathy to their fellow homo sapiens and joined their side, which cast them in a bad light in the eyes of the Federation.

But according to this recent article, it seems the Simians have had enough of the 'shenanigans' caused by Humans, prompting them to leave and join in with the Federation, who, quite surprising actually, welcomed them with open arms.

"About fucking time," Lance stated suddenly. "Looks like they finally got back to their senses."

"Come on, Lance. Not all humans are bad." Natsumi stated, his ears drooping a bit.

"Oh, puh-lease. Humans have been known to be parasites that drain the life out of every planet they visit. How do you think Old Earth became so inhabitable?"

Old Earth became the name of the single habitable planet in the solar system besides the Milky Way. Pollution, hazardous experimentation, neglect, mass deforestation in many countries caused the planet to become totally uninhabitable, by humans or any other species. Once the resources have either been drained or decayed over the years, the rulers of Old Earth turned their sights to the stars and planets beyond their system.

Luckily, they didn't get far nor cause too much damage as the Federation, as well as the many hero organizations, put a stop to their advances before they even got close to Federation space. Even humans seeking asylum on Federation owned planets were turned away. As heartless as that move was, the Federation justified it with 'If an individual or a small group enters, others will follow'.

"Face it Natsumi, they're parasites and leeches, plain and simple." Lance stated, getting a bit annoyed with the subject. Clearly he wasn't a fan of humans, at all.

Natsumi on the other hand wanted to and does believe that there are good humans, but the actions of many, greedy, and vile ones have condemned those good and honest few to live like outcasts. Traitors to their people and unwanted refugees to countless others.

The others? They didn't really care about politics and such things.

"Hey, guys~!" They turned to the masculine but soft and sweet voice of their friend and final member of the initial group.

"Hey, Brightseed." Barry replied with a small smile and wave.

In front of them was a tall and athletic ram, totally naked with his fit body on full display and a colorful fanny pack hanging on his waist, his 'outer' color was a light hue of pink, while his chest and abs were white in color, his wrists and fingers being black. His bleach blonde hair was smoothed back with a hairpin in the shape of a flower snapped in place beside one of his horns, which were kinda small, despite him being a young adult.

The name, Brightseed, was a nickname given to him at birth by his parents, his actual name is Alexander Burner. His parents were, as some would call, 'hippies'. Living life at their own pace and refusing all forms of violence, be it physical or verbal. They felt truly blessed when Alex was born, especially since they tried many times to have children before him and failed, hence the nickname.

Alex, or Brightseed as he prefers, took a seat beside Natsumi, giving the mouse a small peck on the cheek, he was the affectionate type and wasn't afraid to show it. "How are we doing, today?"

"Doing good, so far!" King replied as he gave the ram a quick look over, then his eyes bugged out as he saw what the Brightseed was packing. "Holy shit, dude. You're pretty gifted."

Brightseed giggled slightly before grabbing his shaft, giving it a few wiggles. Even when soft, he was packing a ten inch in length. "Thank you, my daddy did say that I was blessed from birth~"

"Oh yeah, Barry and Brightseed are the big-dicked dudes of our little group," Deneb stated with a chuckle. Then waved to Brightseed and Barry. "Come on, guys. Show 'em the goods~"

Barry was a bit shy when it came to showing off his cock, especially in front of so many people but he stood up anyway. Brightseed, on the other hand, didn't have that kind of modesty, he stood up proudly and walked to stand beside Barry. It was clear that Brightseed wins in length, but Barry won in girth by a mile. And this dick comparison show got them a lot of hollers and cheers from others who saw.

They sat down again and the group resumed talking about some random stuff. But Brightseed's phone began ringing in his fanny pack, he checked the message he got. "Oop, sorry fellas. Gotta head to the library." He stood up and grabbed his drink.

"Huh? For what?" Lance asked as he watched their friend walk away.

"Oh yeah, I actually volunteered to help around the library, until more official staff arrive, at least." He waved back at them as he walked out, the others just watching his soft, subtle, bubble rear as he left.

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At the library, Brightseed was working on organizing a few books, still fully naked, humming a small tune to himself. As he was putting a book in its correct place, he felt someone suddenly hug him from behind, he turned to see a jacked-up hyena, who almost looked like a gnoll, pressing his body against the ram's. "Hey there, beautiful~"

"Hello, yourself. Can I help you?" Brightseed wasn't really bothered or uncomfortable.

"Just saw you stacking those books." He hummed softly as he placed a few soft kisses on the ram's nape and shoulders. "Couldn't help myself. Not when a pretty flower, like yourself, shuffling through these halls."

"I'm flattered, really. But I need to finish some work over here, so I'm afraid you have to let go."

But the hyena wasn't having any of it, he began pressing himself harder against the ram, even softly humping against him. "Come on, just a quick bang."

"Hmm... I see..." Brightseed reached back and groped at the hyena's crotch, getting a deep, horny growl from the big male... but suddenly held his balls in a death grip, electing a tiny yelp. "You do realize that what you're doing borderlines sexual harassment and were about to commit rape?" Brightseed's voice was still sweet and calm but had a cold and murderous tone hidden behind the sweet words.

"Alright... sorry, dude... just plea- ah... please..." The hyena's pleas were cut to stutters by the occasional whine of pain.

"Excuse me?" Brightseed's grip tightened.

"I'm sorry... sir!"

"Good boy~" Only then did Brightseed release the poor man's balls. "Now run along, I got work to do." The hyena did that, wobbling away while holding onto his crotch as if his balls would fall off if he let them go.

Brightseed kept working on the books in front of him, but soon his nose twitched as a sweet scent caught his nostrils. He first sniffed around him... then at himself... then his eyes brows crossed in realization. "Oh goddammit... not again..." For some reason, he looked around for a bit, no one was in the library at this time... seems like even the curator isn't around. "Can't believe I'm doing this..." He muttered to himself before lubing up his two middle fingers with some spit, then leaned forward against the bookshelf before slipping his wet fingers right into his ass hole, letting out a deep sigh, holding back a loud moan... his eyes seemed to glow briefly, the moment he managed to reach deep inside.

He continued with this for a while, panting and huffing softly while trying to hold back his moans, even pressed his head against the shelf while his other hand began stroking his now hard cock. The scent seemed to grow stronger by the second, the more aroused he became.

"Ah, I see you're a real fan of books." Brightseed jumped a bit with a small squeak, hands stopping what they were doing and held up. But he let out a sigh when he found out that it was just the curator. The middle-aged bloodhound with a small belly, stood there with his hands behind his back, fully clothed in a shirt, suit pants, and suspenders, with a smile on his face. "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything."

"Oh, no... not really... I'll just finish putting these books away before I get distracted again." And so he went back to organizing the books, hard cock aiming forward and leaking slightly on the carpet.

He jumped a bit when he felt the curator taking a couple of sniffs at him. "Hmm... you have quite the... unique scent there..." He rubbed at his chin a couple of times. "Almost... supernatural..."

Brightseed bit his lower lip gently, trying to think of something to say... but he wasn't able to come up with anything and let out a small sigh of defeat. He closed his eyes for a few seconds... when he opened them, instead of the deep green from before, they were faintly glowing a mixed hue of golden and pink.

The curator's eyes bugged out for a few seconds before letting out a sound of realization. "Ah... I see..." Brightseed nodded and blinked a couple of times, his eyes returning to normal. The curator looked around a couple of times before stepping closer to the ram and whispering to him. "Have you told anyone about this?"

Brightseed let out a sigh. "No... I didn't..."

"Not even the Guardians or any other hero organization?"

"When I was younger, I used to love superheroes and dreamt of being one myself. When my powers manifested, my parents were over the moon with happiness, in fact, my father tried enrolling me into one of the superhero organizations, any one of them would do." He let out a depressed breath through his nostrils. "But none of them accepted me. All of them deemed my ability, quote, 'insufficient' and 'irrelevant' to their kind of work."

"Yikes... that must've been... devastating."

"My mother was upset, sure, but nowhere near my father. He was absolutely piiisssed." Brightseed let out a small chuckle. "That was the angriest I've ever seen him... come to think of it, that was the only time I've seen him angry with something, period." But his smile soon disappeared. "Can't really blame them, I mean, what would I do with this ability, arouse the criminals into submission?"

"You could, actually." His head almost snapped at how quickly he turned it to face the curator. "With some training and proper exploration of your powers, you can rival any veteran hero."

"You... you think so?"

"I am. I'm sure that with the right training... and experimentation. I'm sure you can utilize your ability for something more than makeshift poppers~" That elected a small chuckle out of both of them.

Brightseed let out a sigh rubbing the back of his neck, this made him look down a little... and noticed that the curator was also affected by his power. "Seems like this talk excited you, sir~"

The bloodhound raised a brow in confusion, then looked down at himself... his face exploded in a violent blush. "Oh, dear!" He exclaimed as he tried to adjust himself. "I'm really sorry, son."

But Brightseed isn't upset, in fact, he gets an idea and steps up to the bloodhound until their bodies almost press against each other. "Well, sir... You made me feel good about myself, so it's my turn to make you feel good~" He said the last part as his hand moved down and rubbed at the man's growing bulge.

"Whoa... Uh, you don't have to do this. I'm just happy to have lifted your mood." Despite that, he didn't make any move to stop the cute ram in front of him.

"And it's only polite to return the favore~" Brightseed replied as he slowly sunk to his knees in front of the bloodhound, undoing his pants and letting his sheath and balls flop out, the latter dropping and hanging heavily between his legs like a pair of grapefruits. "Ooohhh, looks like I'm not the only one that's gifted~" Then without waiting, he presses his face to the man's ballsac, taking a few sniffs before letting his tongue get to work, lapping and licking at each heavy orb, adding a few kisses here and there for good measure.

This had an instant effect on the bloodhound, whose body either stiffened or shivered with excitement, he couldn't speak from all the groans and moans he was emitting, so he decided to just stay quiet and enjoy the feeling... which increased almost tenfold when he felt the ram take his cock into his mouth, electing a deep and low howl out of the canine.

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At the gym, a short distance from the dorms, Barry was breathing hard and sweating heavily as he did some heavy weighted squats with a bar. Seems like all those muscles weren't just for show. He let out a deep growl as he stood up one last time and put the bar in its place, letting out a hard huff and shaking his arms a bit before grabbing the bottom of his tank top and wiping the sweat from his face... then taking it off and wiping the rest of his body with it.

Every time he worked out, he would remember how his grandfather would take him along when he was old enough and had him lifting weights from an early age, hence his current size at such a young age. He also remembered the memento he gave him on his eleventh birthday, but he stopped wearing it after his grandfather passed away.

He grabbed his sweat-soaked tank and made his way to the locker room, seeing Deneb there, pretty naked with a couple of dudes, a large mastiff and an athletic rat, all of them posing for a selfie that Deneb took real quick. "Awesome work fellas. I'll make sure to tag ya when I post it." He shot the a finger gun each before they waved their goodbyes. The beaver turned around and saw Barry, giving him a brief wave. "Hey, dude. Damn, you look like you had a good one, huh?"

"Yep. Now I just want to shower, head back to the dorm, and lay in front of the TV and watch some crime drama." Barry stuffed his sweaty clothes into his gym bag, grabbing his shower equipment, and headed for the showers. Deneb was about to follow, but saw a slim black cat, getting out of his jocks, his eyes instantly looked onto his pucker that seemed to yawn when he bent over. Seeing this, the beaver narrowed his eyes as his smile took a lustful turn, licking his lips as he made his way to the feline.

Once he was close enough, he gave the cat's rump a firm pat. "Hey there, sweet cheeks~"

The cat jumped a bit but turned to face Deneb with a seductive smile. "Hell yourself, handsome." He even stepped closer to the beaver until their bodies pressed against each other.

"Ooohhh~" Deneb exclaimed as he was instantly loving where this was going. "If I didn't know any better, I'd see you wanted the attention~"

"And what gave you that idea?" The cat replied with a soft and sultry tone, one hand wrapping around the beaver's neck and the other went down to rub and stroke at the beaver's slowly growing cock.

"I have a few guesses..." Deneb replied as his hands moved behind the cat, groping and rubbing at the feline's rear.

The cat planted a few small pecks on Deneb's lips before releasing him and turning around, leaning on the lockers while one hand reached back and pulled one ass cheek aside. "Well, how about we get a bit more sweaty before hitting the showers?"

Deneb licked his lips as he saw that pucker, clearly, the cat wanted it from how it glimmered softly in the light and it seemed to be a bit on the loose side. So the cat didn't only want it, he even came prepared! "Well, don't mind if I do then~" Deneb walked up behind him, rubbing his fully hard shaft, at nine long and four wide, against the cat's hole, hotdogging his meat between those sweet buns. "Hope you don't mind, but I like to go a bit rough." Then pressed the head at the entrance.

"Oh, sure thing, handsome. Go right ahEAD!" The cat let out a high pitched yelp as the beaver just thrust his dick right in, impaling him balls deep on his shaft in one go, staying still to enjoy the wetness and warmth of the cat's insides.

"Oh yeah, this is what I'm talking about it~" Then pulled back a bit... before pushing and repeating, slowly gaining speed and finding a decent rhythm until his hips were clapping audibly with the cat's ass cheeks. The feline himself had both hands pressed on the locker in front of him, panting and whining lustily as he enjoyed the meat filling he was getting right now.

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Back at the library, the place was literally empty at this point, so sounds became a bit louder. Brightseed and the curator took this over to his workplace at the center of the library, the bloodhound sitting in his chair, while the ram was bouncing in his lap, both were sweating heavily, drops flying everywhere. The curator had to take his shirt off, now sitting in just his pants and suspenders, holding onto Brightseed's hips as he bounced on his cock.

"For an... oh fuck... for an old man... you sure got a lot to give!" Brightseed exclaimed as he continued riding the dog's cock like a rodeo bull.

The bloodhound just smiled and took that as a compliment, but gave the ram a firm smack on his ass for it, nonetheless. "Watch your mouth, son. This old man can still fuck you to next week if he wanted!" Then growled deeply in lust. "In fact... how about I show you~" He stood up, holding the ram by his chest, turned them around a bit before shoving Brightseed onto the reception desk... then with a deep growl, slammed his cock, knot and all, right into Brightseed's insides.

"OH FUCK!" The ram was genuinely 'taken' by surprise from that move... but it seems the dog wasn't done. He gave a firm pull back until his knot popped out... only to slam it right back in and then repeated the movement with increasing speed, utterly knot fucking the ram's hole.

"That's it, boy... fucking take it... you asked for it... did you fucking not?" Both of them were having a great time, obviously, but the bloodhound was letting himself go! But suddenly his body tensed up as violent shivers went through his body. "Ah fuck... FUCK!" He slammed into the ram one last time, his knot inflating completely and locking together, but that didn't stop the bloodhound's hips from moving and grinding against the ram's rear as he just hosed down his insides with his thick and plentiful cum, his hands gripping Brightseed's hips a bit too tightly.

But the ram just took it with stride, the moment he felt the dog's cum flooding his belly, his own orgasm triggered, hands-free, and he just painted the desk with his own load, groaning and moaning pretty loudly and in a pretty high pitch, unable to say a proper word, let alone form a sentence.

But soon enough, the bloodhound was done, his body just shivering from the overload of senses he just experienced, pulled Brightseed back while stepping back himself until he sat back down on his chair, not trusting his legs to keep him up for long. "I gotta say, boy, that was... ooff... that was intense."

Brightseed just leaned back against the man, one arm reach back and around the bloodhound's neck. "You're telling me... I retract that 'old man' statement, you're a fucking stud..."

The curator leaned his head and rested it against Brightseed's shoulder, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly... although his nose just caught something as well. He took a couple of inquisitive sniffs at Brightseed. "Oh... that scent from earlier is gone."

"Oh... yeah... It usually goes away after I crank out a few good ones, or blow a big load from the occasional romp."

"Well, in that case, I highly doubt you'll have any problems with that in this academy, haha." The bloodhound then thought for a few seconds. "Also, I believe I know someone who can help you with controlling this ability."