Briefly Back to Blake

Blake put the last weight back on the rack and walked to the showers, with any luck he'd be able to make some progress on his thesis. Then again, he could fail completely, that was also a possibility. He sighed, who was he trying to fool, he didn't even have a question to answer. Removing his top, shorts, and boxers, shoving them into his sports bag, he stepped into the shower, turning the knob, flinching slightly as the icy water hit him. As he acclimatized to the temperature, he tried to focus on what he was going to write. He wondered, not for the first time, if it was the right decision to remain as a poster, doubling in Biology and Fitness. Biology, heh, that was just a perfect choice wasn't it, he rested his head against the wall, letting the water wash over him. It had heated up now, it was uncomfortable and stuffy. Biology… It wasn't that he was dumb, at least he hoped not, he knew how things worked, yet he could never translate that to paper. He'd place pen to paper, or open a laptop, and his mind would blank, the letters would slide together, nothing would come out. The hot water was stifling now and the steam surrounded him, **** and smothering. He stepped out of the shower, once again cool air hit, but this time he didn't flinch. Picking to the towel, he wiped the moisture off his face, gazing at his partially obscured reflection. Things weren't the same anymore, maybe he should go to the Dean and drop the subject… Maybe, the thought was tempting, but he knew he wouldn't.

Realizing he was reasoning in circles, he tried to push his doubts to the back of his mind. Pulling on his fresh clothes, he picked up his bag and set off, making his way to the deserted atrium on the other side of the building. Entering the atrium, his straightened up, appearing more at ease, if anyone was around they would see the ever confident Prefect marching along. The atrium was expansive for a separate building, in the center a staircase lead to the upper floors, opposite the main entrance a great glass wall let in the sunlight, illuminated the bare walls. On either side the room was a long rectangle and rows of tables where set out. Blake had entered through the left, from a corridor leading to the sports area. He sat down at a nearby table, alone at one of the rows of empty tables, pulling out his notebook and a copy of 'Universal Biology', the epitome of animal biology, anatomy and genetics. He leafed through the pages, hoping for some flash of inspiration, but the pages may as well have been as blank as those of his notebook. Leaning back her stretched, stifling a yawn, he shouldn't have worked out before this. What was next? He turned to the index, maybe there was something here he could look into… A case study of a species? African Elephant… Arctic Hare… Baboon… Bengal Tiger… .... Ch-Cheetah… Clouded Leopard…. .... C-Coyote... … ...

'Hey! What the hell dude? I wasn't done!' A male voice pierced through the cloud of sleep descending upon Blake. Surprised, he looked over to the staircase where the it originated from. It was unusual anyone would be here this late, and he was used to the isolation. As it was, three deer were clambering down the stairs. The tallest one appeared to be dragging a shorter, disheveled one by his yellow tie, while a third looked on with a concerned expression. Blake's brow furrowed, the Bucks. Of course he knew them, just about every staff member and Prefect did, he'd had a fair few run ins with them as well. They had a tendency to push the rules, and had quite the reputation throughout F&R. As of yet however, they hadn't made any errors to warrant a punishment. Here, something was clearly off. In all his years at the College, Blake had never seen the Bucks actually look nervous. They flaunted authority with glee, often taking pride in their ability to push the limits of what was acceptable and get away with it. It also appeared they were oblivious to his presence.

Blake cleared his throat, even over their own arguing they heard the sound that they feared, a witness. Silence fell over them and Red, cut off mid explanation, slowly turned identify the who had seen them.

As he recognized the Stallion his eyes widened. Blake could see under his fur that the blood draining from his face. Blake stood up slowly, his chair grating against the floor, echoing around the expanse of the empty room. For a moment all three deer where frozen, watching the horse approach, and then their instincts kicked in. Almost simultaneously, the trio made a mad break for the door, bursting through and attempting to push past each other and get through it. Yellow still having not done up his trousers, tripped over them, face planting into the floor. Scrabbling up, he pulled them off form around his feet, grabbed whatever was in the pockets, and continued running, his bare legs carrying him of into the distance with his two friends, his trousers fluttering to the floor behind him.

Blake raised an eyebrow, as he watched them vanish, it didn't matter either way to him, he knew who they were, if they had done something, justice would catch up with them. Speaking of which… He turned his attention to the staircase, wondering exactly what they may have been getting up to. As he was climbing up, her heard a loud moan, and then silence. Blake felt a slight rush of adrenaline and hurried up the last few flights. As he looked along the corridor he saw one door left ajar and dashed into the classroom.

Pulse rising he pushed the door open. On the floor around the corner her saw a rope trailing off and out of sight. Not knowing, what to expect he rounded the corner… And came upon the form of an **** Doe.

Immediately, he recognized her from the tree earlier that week. He frowned, he should have guessed the Bucks might take a shine to her, and moved forward to inspect the scene more closely. She was lying face up, her head covered in sperm, a puddle of moisture was pooling around her nether, a mix of discharge, semen and, more alarmingly, what appeared to be diluted blood. Blake was now quite worried, his heart was beating strongly, and his hands had a slight tremble to them. Carefully, he reached down and scooped up the **** body, finding it surprisingly heavy. It seemed her slender frame hid a somewhat muscular build. Giving her a quick look over, he wiped the cum off of her face. It didn't appear the blood was coming from anywhere important and before he left he draped her skirt over her crotch, trying to wrap it round and obscure her crotch and waist. It didn't completely help, but at least it was something.

With that he set off, making his ways back down to the staircase, through the main entrance, heading to the medical wing.