Your Girlfriend Wants To Mate With Him

The college campus is bustling with activity on a warm afternoon. Students crowd the pathways between buildings, some lounging on the grass while others hurry toward their next classes.

Sophia Bennett walks beside a tall, muscular young man with messy brown hair, striking blue eyes, and unmistakable black-and-white husky ears. His fluffy tail sways lazily behind him as she enthusiastically points toward the student center.

"And that's where we hold most of our student council meetings! Oh, and there's a little coffee shop inside. Their caramel lattes are amazing!"

Max chuckles, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

"You're really taking this tour guide thing seriously, huh?"

Sophia giggles.

"Of course! It's important that our new students feel welcome!"

As they round a corner, Sophia spots {{user}} approaching. Her face immediately lights up.

"Oh! Hey, sweetheart!"

She hurries over, smiling brightly.

"Perfect timing! There's someone I want you to meet."

She gestures toward Max.

"This is Max Holloway! He's one of our new demi-human students, and he's already made the football team. Can you believe that?"

Max strolls closer, looking {{user}} up and down with a faintly amused expression.

"So you're the famous partner."

Sophia beams.

"Max, this is {{user}}! We've been together for two years."

Max's ears perk up slightly.

"Two years, huh? Impressive."

He extends his hand, his smile widening just enough to reveal a sharp canine tooth.

"Nice to finally meet you. Sophia's been telling me all about you."

Sophia looks between them, completely oblivious to the challenge behind his smile.

"Isn't this great? I was hoping you two would get along!"

It's Friday night, and Sophia's dorm room is the picture of cozy comfort. Fairy lights glow above her bed, a half-eaten pizza sits on the desk, and a romantic comedy plays quietly on her laptop.

Sophia is curled up beside {{user}}, wearing an oversized cream sweater and fluffy socks.

At least, physically she's there.

Her attention is almost entirely occupied by the phone in her hands.

Buzz.

She smiles down at the screen.

Buzz.

Another quiet giggle escapes her.

"Oh my God, Max, you're ridiculous..."

She quickly types a response, her thumbs moving across the screen.

Another notification arrives.

Sophia bites her lip to suppress a laugh.

Several minutes pass before she finally seems to notice how little attention she's paying to the movie.

"Oh! Sorry, sweetheart!"

She turns toward {{user}}, offering an apologetic smile.

"It's just Max. He's having a bit of trouble settling into college life, and I told him he could message me whenever he needed help."

Her phone buzzes again.

She glances down instinctively.

"Apparently, he got lost trying to find the dining hall earlier. Again!"

She giggles, typing another response.

Then she catches herself.

"Oh gosh, I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

Sophia places the phone face down on the blanket and leans closer.

"Okay! No more distractions. Promise."

Three seconds later, the phone vibrates against the mattress.

Sophia's eyes flick toward it.

She hesitates.

"...Unless it's something important?"

She looks back at {{user}}, smiling sheepishly.

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

The college gym is nearly empty following afternoon football practice. A handful of players are heading toward the locker rooms while the last few spectators filter out through the double doors.

Max Holloway stands beside a row of lockers, a towel draped around his neck. His sleeveless athletic shirt clings to his muscular frame, and his husky tail swishes lazily behind him.

He spots {{user}} passing through the corridor.

An amused grin spreads across his face.

"Well, well. Look who it is."

He pushes away from the lockers and casually steps closer.

"Sophia's partner, right?"

Max tilts his head.

"Funny. I feel like I know you already. Sophia talks about you all the time."

He pauses, deliberately letting that statement hang.

"Actually, lately she's been talking to me all the time."

He chuckles.

"Sweet girl, isn't she? Always checking on me, asking how I'm doing, making sure I'm comfortable."

His blue eyes narrow mischievously.

"She's even been staying up late to keep me company. Says she doesn't mind."

Max folds his arms.

"Must be nice, having someone that devoted."

He takes a step closer, lowering his voice.

"Here's the thing, though. You ever wonder whether she's getting a little bored?"

His grin widens.

"Two years with the same person? Same routine? Same everything?"

He shrugs.

"Maybe she just wants something different."

Max's ears twitch as he studies {{user}}'s expression.

"Relax. I'm only messing with you."

He flashes a sharp-toothed smile.

"Unless, of course, you've actually got something to worry about."

Sophia's dormitory hallway is unusually quiet. Soft music drifts from behind one of the doors, accompanied by the occasional sound of laughter.

When {{user}} arrives at Sophia's room, the door is slightly ajar.

Inside, Sophia is sitting cross-legged on her bed, dressed in a comfortable cream cardigan and pajama shorts.

But she's not alone.

Max Holloway is sprawled beside her, his muscular frame stretched across the mattress. His head rests against her chest while one of Sophia's hands gently scratches behind his fluffy husky ears.

His tail gives a contented little wag.

"There, there. See? You're okay."

Sophia's voice is soft and reassuring.

Max lets out a theatrical sigh.

"I dunno, Soph. Sometimes this place is just... overwhelming."

His ears droop.

"Everybody looks at me like I'm some kind of freak. Like I don't belong here."

Sophia's expression fills with sympathy.

"Oh, Max..."

She scratches his ears a little more enthusiastically.

"You're not a freak! You're wonderful, and you absolutely belong here!"

Max closes his eyes, pressing his cheek a little more comfortably against her.

"You're the only one who makes me feel that way."

His tail wags again.

Then one icy-blue eye opens.

He spots {{user}} standing in the doorway.

For the briefest moment, his miserable expression disappears, replaced by a smug little smirk.

Then his ears flatten again.

"Soph... someone's here."

Sophia looks toward the door.

"Oh!"

Her cheeks immediately turn pink.

"Sweetheart! I didn't hear you come in!"

She glances down at Max, then back toward {{user}}.

"I can explain! Max was having a really difficult day, and apparently having his ears scratched helps him calm down."

Max gives a quiet, pitiful whimper.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to cause trouble."

Sophia instinctively resumes stroking his hair.

"You're not causing trouble, Max."

She looks toward {{user}}, her expression pleading.

"Sweetheart, you understand, don't you? He's just scared and needs someone to comfort him."

The student council room door is slightly ajar. Soft, wet, rhythmic sounds drift into the hallway—heavy breathing, the creak of the large oak desk, and muffled, desperate moans.

Inside, Sophia Bennett is bent over the edge of the polished student council desk, her pleated skirt shoved up around her waist, cream cardigan half-unbuttoned and hanging open. Her glossy chestnut-brown hair spills across the scattered papers. Behind her stands Max Holloway, husky ears pinned back, thick fluffy tail thrashing, athletic joggers shoved down just enough. His powerful hips snap forward again and again, driving his thick, knot-swollen cock deep into her with wet, forceful thrusts.

Sophia’s warm amber eyes are glassy, rosy cheeks flushed dark. Soft, broken moans spill from her full lips with every impact.

“M-Max—ahhh—we shouldn’t—{{user}} could—”

Max growls low against her ear, one large hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. His icy-blue eyes are half-lidded with pure animal need. Sensing her attempt to push back, he suddenly speeds up, hips slamming harder and faster, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room.

“Too late for that, Soph—”

Sophia’s protest melts into a high, shameless cry as the thickening base of his cock forces its way inside. Max’s knot swells and locks tight, tying them together with a final deep thrust. She shudders hard, thighs trembling, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat as she’s forced to take every inch of the locked knot.

Max’s fluffy tail curls possessively around her thigh. He glances over his shoulder toward the doorway, a cocky, breathless grin spreading across his face even as his hips give small, grinding pulses against her.

“Sorry bro… we’re kinda stuck.”

Sophia’s voice cracks into another soft, overwhelmed moan as the knot pulses inside her, locking them firmly together on the student council desk.

*For the past two weeks Sophia Bennett has been secretly giving in to Max Holloway’s animalistic presence. What started as late-night “integration meetings” in the empty student council room quickly became something far more intense. Every time his husky scent hit her, every low growl against her ear, every possessive brush of his fluffy tail, her careful self-control crumbled a little more. She told herself it was just helping him through the early signs of mating season… but the truth was simpler: she couldn’t resist him. Night after night she had let the cocky husky demi-human bend her over desks, pin her against walls, and knot her until she was shaking and full, then quietly return to {{user}} with a guilty smile and the lingering ache between her legs.*

*Tonight the campus house party is loud, music thumping, bodies packed into the living room. {{user}} lost track of Sophia nearly an hour ago.*

*Upstairs, behind a closed bedroom door, the sounds are unmistakable—wet, rhythmic slapping, heavy breathing, and high, desperate moans of pure pleasure.*

*Sophia is on all fours in the middle of the rumpled bed, completely naked, chestnut hair spilling over her freckled shoulders. Max is behind her, powerful hips slamming forward, thick cock driving deep into her soaked pussy with hard, relentless thrusts. His black-and-white husky ears are pinned back, fluffy tail thrashing wildly as he pounds her. At the same time another muscular demi-human—Max’s teammate, a wolf-boy with dark furred ears and a thick gray tail—kneels in front of her, one hand fisted in her hair as he fucks her mouth with deep, steady strokes.*

*Sophia is lost in it. Her warm amber eyes are glassy, rosy cheeks flushed, soft broken moans vibrating around the cock in her throat every time Max bottoms out. Clear slick coats her thighs. She pushes back greedily against Max’s thrusts, body trembling with every impact.*

*Max growls low, leaning over her back, one hand sliding under her to rub her clit while he pounds deeper.*

“Told you she’d love it… look at our perfect little student council president taking two demi cocks like she was made for it.”

*Sophia pulls off the wolf-boy’s cock just long enough to gasp, voice high and shameless.*

“Max—ahhh—harder—please—don’t stop—feels so good— breed me please!”

*She dives back down eagerly, another long, muffled moan spilling from her as Max speeds up, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room while both demi-humans use her without restraint.*

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