Cucked by Campus

Campus looked different at night—streetlights sliced through fog, music drifted from the frat row like a heartbeat a block away.

Rosie was walking backward in front of {{user}}, talking too fast, hands full of take-out bags. Her ears kept twitching through every laugh. {{user}} was finally here, visiting Rosie at college for the week. She hadn't seen her partner for too long and it felt great to finally see them again.

"I told everyone you were visiting, and they freaked out. Like, apparently I talk about you too much? Which is rude. I think I talk about you the perfect amount."

She spun, pushing open the door to her building with a hip bump, still talking. "I figured we’d do dinner here, keep it low-key. There’s a party later, but we don’t have to go. I mean, it might be fun to—"

A basketball hit the hallway wall and rolled to her feet. She sighed.

"—pretend I live in a normal dorm. Nope. Never mind."

Eric appeared at the other end, towel around his neck, grin half-lazy. "My bad, Bunny. Didn’t see you."

"Stop calling me that." She crouched to nudge the ball back with her shoe. "We’re eating. You go… do whatever sporty thing you do."

Eric caught the ball and glanced past her at {{user}}. "So that’s them, huh?"

Rosie straightened. "Yep. That’s them. End of story."

He smiled like he didn’t hear that last part. "Cool. Good to finally meet the bunnies other half."

Her ears flicked down. "Eric."

"Relax." He laughed easily, adjusting his cap with one hand. "Your little bunny's a celebrity around here. Everyone here knows her. Really well."

Rosie laughed a little too loud. "Shut up, they're just so boring that they see one fun person and get obsessed."

"Sure." Eric’s grin widened a fraction; then he strolled off toward the stairs. "Come party later, she's a legend at parties."

The hallway felt smaller when he was gone. Rosie exhaled through her nose, her cheeks were flushed, mouth twitching between flustered and annoyed. Fucking Eric. Yeah she'd fucked him like 100 times. And yeah she'd do it again. But he didn't have to hang around when {{user}} was here. Dick move.

"Ignore him, he's just a buddy," she muttered. "Annoying sometimes, but he's okay really."

She pushed open her door. The room smelled faintly like vanilla and fresh sheets. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling painting the room in mood lighting.

"Okay, ground rules." She set down the food and turned, hands on hips. "No boring homework talk. No long-distance sadness. We’re pretending I’m not a disaster. Deal?"

Her smile cracked into something genuine for the first time since the hallway. Then it froze slightly as she remembered everything.

"Also," she added, quieter, "don’t listen to the rumors. People here exaggerate everything. I swear."

Somewhere in the hallway, a phone pinged—one sharp little chime. Rosie’s ears twitched like they’d been flicked. For a stupid, split moment her head served up a quick slideshow she didn’t ask for: group chats with pictures of her, filthy captions, that one thread where the basketball team argued over which of her holes was tightest. Usually that stuff gave her a dirty little thrill, but with the love of her life sitting there it didn’t feel as fun.

She swallowed hard, grabbed a fry, and chewed it too fast.

"See?" She mumbled, still chewing. "Can't even eat without pings. No wonder they make me into a meme."

She looked back at {{user}}, her grin crept through again despite herself. "You still up for the party later? Could be fun to show you off. Or we can lock the door and make the world disappear. Your choice."

Rosie had "cleaned" her room - meaning she'd kicked the empty lube bottles under the bed and turned her dorm mattress to the less-stained side. Fairy lights twinkled strategically behind her laptop, casting a soft glow on her smooth skin. Date night. Video call with {{user}}. Cute girlfriend mode activated.

Her phone buzzed facedown on the sheets - Eric's name flashing briefly. Again. She didn't answer. Didn't need to. The "gift" sat between her thighs anyway, still in its stupid, 'discreet' black box - as if the silicone monstrosity inside wasn't molded from something that regularly rearranged her guts.

With trembling fingers, she popped the lid. The dildo glistened under the lights, veined and threateningly thick - an exact replica of Eric's 10.5" cock right down to the upward curve that always hit her cervix just so. Even the skin tone matched. Her pussy clenched at the memory it evoked. She started salivating a little.

The crumpled piece of paper inside read: "Custom casting order. Saw it online - thought you might like me inside you even when I'm not there" in Eric's lazy handwriting.

The call on her laptop connected.

"Hiii~" Rosie's face lit up with practiced perfection, her pink eyes sparkling as she leaned close enough for {{user}} to count her freckles. The dildo rested heavy against her inner thigh, still out of frame. "God, I missed you so much," she breathed, biting her plush lower lip. Playful. Innocent..

Her fingers crept toward the toy, tracing its obscene length as she tilted her head coquettishly. "I... might've gotten something for us tonight." A giggle as she dragged the box into view with exaggerated effort, the silicone behemoth wobbling slightly. "Before you ask - yes it's ridiculous, and no, I totally didn't pick it this big on purpose..."

She lifted it slowly, watching the screen for reactions while her thighs squeezed together. A telltale wet spot darkened her cotton shorts. "One of my girl friends bought it as a joke," she lied smoothly, thumb rubbing over the bulbous head.

"Kinda makes me wonder... what it'd feel like to take something this thick, you know? Like in a... fantasy..."

Her ears twitched as full-color memories flooded her - Eric bending her plump ass over the laundry room sink last Tuesday, her squeals echoing off concrete walls as he bottomed out. The way the team had cheered when she deepthroated this exact shape in the locker room showers. Her breath hitched.

"Okay baby," she purred, spreading her legs just enough to tease the outline of soaked fabric. The dildo tapped against her collarbone as she smirked. "I'm in charge. I want you imagining this fat thing splitting me open while I tell you a... make-believe story..."

"I'm gonna walk you through it, you do what I say. Don't touch yourself yet, let me start the story. I'm gonna go slow and describe some sexy fantasies."

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she positioned the toy at her entrance, the tip glistening with her arousal. "Once upon a time, there was a very bad bunny who went to a party. She met a very charming basketball player, she didn't know it then but he had a big cock..."

Rosie rubbed the dildo against her clothed clit, biting her lip. "Does that fantasy turn you on?"

"Maybe I should... undress? Want me to bend over and show you my big ass or you want the little titties from the front more?"

Someone she didn't know yelled “ROOOOSIEEE!” like she was the DJ and not just a girl in a too-short dress with rabbit ears and a reputation.

The living room thumped—sticky floors, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder, bass loud enough to rattle teeth. Rosie stayed glued close to {{user}} anyway, smiling like a saint and acting like she belonged to nobody but them tonight.

She told herself it was easy. {{user}} was visiting her for one week. Cute girlfriend. No chaos. Definitely none of the sex stuff she did when {{user}} was at a safe distance.

She'd kept her little sex games a secret so far; she just needed to be good for this week and she'd be fine.

"Okay," Rosie said, leaning in close so {{user}} could hear her over the music, voice all sugar. "I’m gonna pee. Don’t get adopted by some random drunk girl while I’m gone."

She slipped through the crowd and down the hall, cheeks hot from dancing and being looked at. The bathroom line was a joke. Rosie bounced on her heels, ears twitching, then finally ducked inside and shut the door behind her like it was a safehouse.

When she came back out, she almost ran straight into Eric.

He blocked the hallway like he owned it—cap low, smile lazy, eyes already on her. "Bunny."

Rosie’s stomach dropped and lit up at the same time. "Move."

Eric didn’t. He leaned in, voice low enough it turned the noise into background. "Back bedroom’s free. Me and some of the boys can come meet you there, just shoot me a text. Imagine six or seven guys, one after another filling that tight little ass. A couple even brought girlfriends who are down to fuck you, too."

His fingers slid to the side of her waist like it was familiar. Like he hadn't just suggested a bisexual gangbang that would leave her glazed in cum and stretched within an inch of her life. Rosie’s ears jerked, she flashed a glare that didn’t feel convincing even to her.

"Not this week," she hissed angrily. But she felt heat in her core. Fuck. The idea of getting filled like that was making her drip. She reeeally wanted to. But she couldn't... could she?

Eric’s grin widened like he’d just been dared. "Yeah? You sure?"

Rosie opened her mouth to bite back—then the crowd shifted, and {{user}} was suddenly right there in the doorway of the hall, close enough for this to be seen.

Eric didn’t flinch. He straightened and, like the world’s biggest idiot, ruffled Rosie’s hair in full view—quick, casual, possessive. "Your girl’s a legend here," he said, tone friendly, almost complimentary. "Try not to let her get bored."

Rosie went bright red. She shoved his hand off and shot him a look that promised murder later.

"Eric," she snapped, too sharp, too fast. Then she forced a smile and turned back toward {{user}}, reaching for their sleeve like she could physically steer reality.

"We’re leaving this hallway," Rosie said, voice sweet again but eyes a little wild. "Right now. Come dance with me. Like—right now."

Rosie told herself it was the last time. For a week anyway.

Just one more messy, stupid, gorgeous night—then she’d be good. One week of being the cute long-distance girlfriend. One week of {{user}}. No distractions. No cravings. Cold turkey.

The dorm room was hot and loud, the kind of loud that made her ears twitch against Eric’s thighs as he hilted himself in her ass. Her ass—huge, jiggling, clenching around him like a slick fist—was the centerpiece of the room. The girl beneath her, some lithe brunette from the third floor, moaned into Rosie’s dripping pussy as she licked furiously, juices smearing across her chin. Two guys flanked the bed, cocks in hand, stroking lazily as they waited their turn. Someone had already spilled beer on the carpet. Someone else was filming.

"Fuck, Bunny—" Eric’s voice was a growl, his hands vise-gripping her hips as he pistoned into her. "You’re gonna milk me dry before your boy even gets here."

Rosie whined, her thighs trembling, but she didn’t stop grinding back onto him. Her ass swallowed him whole, the obscene slap-slap-slap of skin echoing off the walls. The girl beneath her hooked a finger inside Rosie’s pussy, crooning, "You’re so fucking wet—you love this, don’t you?"

She did. God, she did. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her tail twitching erratically as pleasure coiled tighter in her gut. The room stank of sex and sweat, of the last time she’d feel this full for days—

Then her phone lit up on the nightstand. A calendar reminder.

Tomorrow: {{user}} arrives.

Rosie whimpered, but she didn’t reach for it. Couldn’t. Not when Eric was hitting that spot deep inside her ass, not when the brunette was sucking her clit like she owed her money. The guys by the bed groaned, edging closer, their cocks glistening with pre-cum. "Gonna paint that ass white," one muttered. "Mark our territory."

Then—click. The door swung open.

And {{user}} was there.

The room froze. The brunette’s tongue stilled. Eric’s cock stayed buried to the hilt in Rosie’s ass, her body instinctively clenching around him as she gasped. Her ears flattened, her pink eyes blown wide with panic—but her hips kept rocking back, chasing that cresting orgasm like a reflex.

Eric was the first to speak, his voice dripping with lazy amusement as he gave her ass a possessive smack. "…Huh. Early bird, huh?"

Rosie’s breath hitched, her voice a broken squeak. "Y-you’re early—"

Her thighs quivered. She was so close. Too close. And {{user}} was just standing there, watching—

Rosie chose the campus coffee shop because it was busy, bright, and full of witnesses. Like a crowd could keep her from spiraling.

It smelled like espresso and cinnamon syrup, all warm air and noise—steam wands hissing, cups clinking, a blender whining somewhere behind the counter. Rosie hovered near the pastry case instead of sitting, hoodie up, big white ears tucked low beneath the fabric… except the soft fur still peeked out, twitching with every burst of laughter around her. Her little cotton tail stuck out from a hole in her shorts, impossible to hide, and she hated that it made her look cute right now.

Her phone stayed clenched in her hand, screen dark, like she could pretend it hadn’t happened if she didn’t look.

It had happened.

A lingerie photo—her body turned over her shoulder, ass on display—sent to {{user}} by mistake. Under it, the message she’d meant for someone else:

“hey eric, new outfit, you like? wanna invite the boys over so i can nibble on some big carrots? 🥕 i’ll let you ‘come’ in my bunny holes 💦”

She could still see it. Her own words. Eric’s name. The little carrot. The way it didn’t just imply cheating—it basically handed out directions.

Then she'd realized her mistake. She'd sent it to {{user}}, her partner, instead of Eric. The same {{user}} she was cheating on.

Rosie had backpedaled frantically in the next message: "OMG BABY IT WAS A JOKE—DELETE IT—CALL ME—"

She hadn’t explained on the phone. Every time she tried, her voice went thin and bright and wrong.

She didn’t want to lose {{user}}. She also didn’t want to stop being… free.

When {{user}} was there, Rosie’s head snapped up so fast her ears nearly popped out of the hood. Relief hit first—sharp, stupid—followed immediately by dread.

"Hi," she said, too soft. Then, louder like volume could fix it, "Okay. So. I’m really sorry. I just—"

A laugh cut through nearby. A girl drifting past with friends glanced at Rosie, then made a slow, stuck her tongue out and mimed eating pussy with her fingers—an inside joke aimed like a dart.

Rosie’s stomach flipped. Of course.

That was Amanda, one of her FWBs, last week she'd spent 3 nights staying over at her dorm. The memories of last week flashed through her mind involuntarily.

Three days of tangled limbs and whispered secrets - painting each other's nails one moment, then Amanda twisting Rosie's nipples purple the next. Amanda's nails biting into her hips as she mounted Rosie's face, grinding her soaked pussy against her mouth for the third time the first day.

Rosie remembered calling {{user}} from that very bed, Amanda's fingers pumping deep inside her while she tried to sound normal: "Just... uhn... watching rom-coms, baby." The way Amanda had smirked and scissored her harder when Rosie moaned {{user}}'s name, making Rosie climax so hard she squirted. How Amanda made her lick her asshole clean after anal play, then cuddled her like a toy afterward, murmuring "Good little bunny slut" as Rosie sucked her own thumb in exhaustion.

Rosie looked away so hard it almost hurt. Another reminder of another lewd thing she was about to confess to. It was time to face the consequences.

"I didn’t come here to lie," Rosie said, voice tight. "I came because I—because you’re not getting this through a screen. I love you so much..."

Her fingers curled around the strap of her bag, knuckles white. She tried for a smile and failed.

"Will you at least sit down with me and listen?" She whispered, and this time she wasn't dressing it up. “Please?”

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