Art by  knuxlight!

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"Hey dude! Look! I have a road on my arm!"

Ivan glanced up from his textbook to see his roommate, a white rabbit, flexing his arm. He had a new tattoo--a highyway dyed around the fur of his biceps muscle. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with hearts decorating the fabric. This was nothing new, but Ivan immediately pulled his attention back to the textbook.

"Ain't it sweet, Latté?"

Ivan grimaced, his round ears flattening against his skull as his fur started to floof. "Please, Hopper," he growled, "do not call me by that nickname."

"Hey Hopper!" A hyena, slightly larger than the rabbit, entered the bedroom. He was wearing blue bikini briefs and a green hat with the UNR logo. The everpresent beer can was in his grasp. "Did I just hear you say you got a road on your arm?"

Hopper nodded, turning to face the hyena as he flexed again. "Yeah, man! Check it! I have a road on my arm!"

"Fuckin' SWEET!"

Ivan's thick, spotted grey tail swept across the floor as he started to finger the yin-yang pendant on his necklace. He never had this kind of habit until he came to America on his student visa, and the habit grew worse when he moved into the dorm.

"Hopper. Dude. You gonna go to the party this Saturday?" the hyena asked after taking a long swallow of his beer.

"Heck yeah, Darryl. It's gonna be awesome!"

"Gonna be a fuck ton of bitches there."

"Aw, yeah. And a lot of hot guys."

Ivan stole a glance at the two, his eyes gravitated on Hopper's scultped, muscular butt. He could make out half of the name dyed on the rabbit's fur: Larry? Labby? Before he could decipher it Hopper started to turn around, so he quickly looked away.

"Dude, were you looking at my ass?" Hopper asked.

"N-nyet. I vas going to ask if you and Darryl vould please to leave bedroom." Ivan glanced up. Both Hopper and Darryl were smiling toothy grins. His tail lashed even faster.

"Hopper, I think our snow leopard buddy needs to get some tail."

"Hell yeah! When's the last time you had a good lay, Latté?"

"Lay? Vhat is lay?" Ivan hated asking for definitions.

Hopper grinned. "Sex, man. When's the last time you had sex? Back in Russia?"

"I...I do not have sex. Too busy for studies and going to gym."

Hopper slapped a paw on Ivan's shoulder, squeezing it. "Dude, you can afford to skip a day. You're, like, solid muscle under all that fluff!"

"I...I just vant to continue my studies, please." Ivan lifted up his book, trying to read the same page for the fifth time.

"Dude! You know who would be perfect for a big guy like you?" Hopper didn't wait for an answer. "My cousin! He's big like you. He'd be just the guy!"

"Please do not be going through trouble--"

"It's no trouble, dude! Trust me!"

Bozhe moi, thought Ivan.

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