Logs struggled to get his trunk and pack up yet another flight of stairs, and checked his phone as he looked down the long hallway. "Ok... I think it's this floor..." He said to his dad, who was carrying the other two footlockers under his arms.
"You know, I can help you carry those." Trunk said, easily carrying the burdens, 8 foot tall form crouching slightly as he squeezed underneath the door frame. His long tail wagged back and forth slowly, still uncomfortable with his kid being on his own for the first time.
Logs was 5'5", and looked up at his dad, a tad exasperated. "I got this! I know I'm not as strong as you." Trunk laughed, and Logs had to chuckle in agreement. Most of the family tended towards hulking lupines, but about a third were lanky and furless hominids. Plus Uncle Gary, who was the winner of the Southeast Leather Beauty Pageant three years running. "But I can at least pull a trunk down the hallway."
"Absolutely, I'll go down any hallway you want." Trunk said, mouth open and tongue hanging out. Logs groaned. "Alright, alright. Hey, I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you. You worked so hard to get here." He continued, as they walked, and wheeled, down to his new dorm room.
"Thanks dad, I'll be sure to call whenever I can." Logs promised, dropping his stuff at the door. The two hugged, and Trunk dropped off the footlockers.
"I think all that's left is your chair?" Trunk asked, trying to remember if there was anything else in the car.
"Yeah, pretty sure." Logs said, trying to get his breath back, eventually straightening up after Trunk had disappeared downstairs. Logs turned around, and opened the door into the unlit communal room. The blinds were closed, but he thought there was someone laying down on the oversized couch.
"Hi?" He called out, a moment later there was a heavy thud.
"Ow..." Someone complained.
"Sorry!" Logs cringed. "You need a hand?"
"Technically yes, but you probably don't want to do it." A deep resonate voice said, slowly standing up, pulling a blanket around their waist. "Hi, I'm Gust. Guess I'm your new roommate?" They said, tall and bulky, from what Logs could see through the pulled blinds.
"Hi, I'm Logs." Logs said. "Umm... so... I'm guessing I don't want to turn on the lights right now?"
"Do you like griffin bodybuilders?"
"Never tried to be honest."
"... are you hitting on me?"
"Maybe a bit? I wanted to try to explore myself at college." Logs said, brain completely blank and running on auto pilot.
"... Is this like a secret camera porno or something?"
"Umm, no? And my dad's coming back in a bit though with my chair... so..."
"I'm going to get dressed in that case..." The large figure darted off towards one of the bedrooms, and the slammed door echoed around the room.
Logs blinked for a few seconds, brain slowly rebooting, until he flicked on the lights and rubbed his eyes. It looked like a pretty average dorm room. Old couch, tiny kitchenette, table, space for a TV, wall of expensive workout equipment. That was a bit less common. Probably Gust's. Logs's bag was cutting into his shoulder. He decided to drop it off.
The bedroom was just that. A bedroom. Bedstead, mattress, wardrobe, closet. His trunks and backpack didn't take up much space. Then he heard the familiar heavy footfalls of his dad, and the even more familiar squeaky wheel on his chair. "Hey dad, can you just bring it in here?" He called out, trying to arrange posters on his wall.
"Sure!" The door opened, and the chair was wheeled in. They hugged one last time, Logs reassured Trunk that he'd be fine and he'd call, and Logs was finally alone at college.
He looked around at his small amount of clothing, at the computer on the table, at the binder his mom had helped him build with the next day's schedule, all his classes, and the list of after school activities he had been interested in. His new meal plan card sat prominent in the binder, and he grabbed it, feeling the last 6 hours catch up to him.
Outside, he heard someone grunting quietly, and decided to see his new roommate when he wasn't wanking off on day -1 of school. He opened the door.
Gust was about 6'6", with mostly brown feathering on his shoulders and head. His chest and abs were mostly humanoid, with large feathered wings sprouting out the back. Logs could see they were nearly 20 feet long, stretching across most of the room, as they slowly lifted two weights, strengthening the flight muscles in his back. His legs were more lionlike, with large paws that were supporting his weight. His head was eagle like, beaked, yellow eyes narrowed in effort, mouth open and panting. His chest was thick and strong, pecs extremely well defined, chest shelf jutting inches out from his cobbstone abs, nipples pointing down, as each striated vascular muscle stood out underneath his carefully groomed coat of down. He was wearing a thin pair of pants, which barely obscured a long, thick-
"You going to stare all day or you going to do something?" Gust asked, letting his wings slowly reach the ground, releasing the weight. He groaned and flapped his wings, slowly working blood out of the muscles.
"Umm... I was going to grab food? Erm... you have an issue with me staring? Or what would you want me to do?"
Gust looked at Logs and sighed. "Sorry. In order, OK, I recommend the steak. I don't have an issue with you staring. Hell, it's why I've put so much effort into how I look. And... I don't know? Want to play Smash or something later? Go work out? That's about all I really do. I'm just jumpy and stressed because I have a competition early tomorrow and I need to lose about half a pound in water weight. Plus I have a fucking awful headache. I'll try to really meet you tomorrow."
"Is that why you were wanking off?"
"Ummm, no... that was a stress response mostly.... I think?"
"Oh, I know my siblings can lose a lot of water doing that."
"Why?"
"Erm... my dad gave them the sex talk?"
"And that hulking monster was your dad?" Gust asked, literally looking down at the beanpole.
"I... yeah?"
"And you don't look like him because...?"
"Well, genetics?"
"Oh... erm... Well... he was impressive."
"Thank... you?"
"Go grab some food, I'll talk again when I'm not fixated on killing anyone involved with modern bodybuilding definition norms."
Logs nodded, confused, and walked over to the dining facility. He did enjoy the steak, and the pasta, and the salad, and the dessert bar. His stomach hurting a bit, he walked back to his dorm, got lost on the wrong floor, found the right floor, panicked when he thought he forgot his keys, found them, opened the door, and was unaccountably sad to find it dark without a hunky griffin working out in the shadows. Instead, there was just the sound of slight snoring from the other room. Logs reverted to highschool mode and carefully went through his nightly checklist of things to do before school. He carefully laid out his clothes, his books, his new laptop, sent a text message to his parents, and plugged it into charge. 20 minutes later, his teeth were brushed, his retainer was in, his fluffy pajamas were on, and he was sad to realize that he had forgotten his slippers.
He checked his schedule one last time, and set his alarm, then got into bed, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, smelling the unfamiliar scent of dormitory paint and recently turned on AC systems, hearing the gentle snoring of his roommate, suddenly missing the late night noises of home. He bit his lip, as he suddenly realized how isolated and alone he was. Well... not that alone... Gust was two doors away. And... well, sure the guy had been a bit of a dick but... Logs's hand slipped into his flannel pants, wrapping around his palm length dick. He slowly started rubbing himself.
It wasn't like he hadn't spent time around muscular men before. He'd been on the cross country team, and the throwing team practiced right next to them. And there were enough equines in the locker room that he knew when someone was hiding something nice. Gust was definitely packing something impressive. And had the sheer mass that was- just perfect.
Logs slowly sank into his fantasies, focusing on his new roommate. It wasn't too hard, he'd always liked the smell of the gym when he tried working out, and Gust certainly left a distinctive scent around his workout equipment. The right mix of spice and potency. Logs imagined himself slowly approaching Gust, Gust lowering his equipment, raising his arms, stretching, showing off his well defined lats and chest, as Logs slowly sank into his musk. Then he started pulling back the bodybuilder's shorts, completely drown-
Logs covered his mouth, wishing he'd grabbed a sock or something, pulled off his shirt, wiped everything down, then rolled over, relaxing into sleep.
Logs woke up the next morning and sighed as he looked at his alarm clock. He'd spent the summer volunteering at the cross country training camp for 2 a day workouts. Which meant waking up way too early and going for a run. He had hours left before his first class, and that same amount of time before the dining hall opened. Sighing, he got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt. He really hadn't expected to keep up running, wasn't nearly fast enough to make it on the team here, but it wasn't like his body was letting him get back to sleep apparently. He grabbed a water bottle, filled it from the kitchenette, and his jaw fell open as Gust walked out, rubbing his eye and yawning.
"Oh, fuck, sorry, didn't think you'd be up yet." The griffin said, trying to cover himself with his arm. It mostly worked, but Logs was fixated on the dangling pointed head that Gust's hand just missed. "I... don't really like clothes. They're too confining. And thought I had at least 2 hours before you'd be awake."
Logs shook his head and managed a strangled "No problem. That's how most of my family felt at home. I'm used to it." That last sentence wasn't quite a lie. He thought he was used to seeing sheaths and rows of teats. What he was seeing here definitely didn't compare. The shorts hadn't lied in the slightest. If anything, it was probably tighter and made things look smaller than he'd anticipated.
Gust looked a bit uncertain, then pulled his arm away, before heading over to his workout equipment. "Erm... thanks. I just need to try to go for a bit of a pump on my wing muscles. Too heavy to really fly now, so I tend to neglect them compared to the rest of my body. I'll be meeting with a trainer for some last minute stuff in about an hour. What are you up to?"
"Oh, I spent the summer helping out with cross country training, so I'm used to waking up now for runs. Guess I'll go do an easy five miler then get ready for school. Erm... honestly, I probably have time to do a 10 miler. You know any good running routes?"
Gust laughed. "I can't remember the last time I ran more than 40 meters. I think there's a path if you go over to the lake. It's about half a mile straight down the main road."
Logs nodded and darted out the front door, carrying a water bottle with him.