Snow Day at Angstrom U

"Ugh. What the fuck time is it?"

The bed was a mess. The wrinkled green sheets were all undone, mostly kicked off the foot. Its occupant had his face planted into a pillow, and bits of his elbows and legs were sticking out from the one blanket still shrouded over him. He groaned and slid his form upon the velour for a few minutes more, but sleep would not reclaim him. He grasped blindly for the night stand, knocked over some unseen object, and at last picked up his head with a dejected expression.

"It's not even after noon yet. Who's up at...ten in the morning?" He squinted at the alarm clock and thought that he might as well get up early. He could feel a strange sensation about his ass, and when he reached a hand back there, he realized immediately that someone's--ahem--seminal fluid had stained his buttocks. "One of those nights," he muttered to himself, dabbing his posterior with his fingers.

After what seemed like ages of protracted struggling, Cielo managed to sit up on the edge of his bed, his legs spread and his back almost upright. He was an avian biped; in short, an anthropomorphic blue jay. Other such species of creature inhabited this otherwise mundane and modern world. His body was covered in soft blue feathers, with a black trail framing his white face, neck and underbelly. The white plumage continued down to his inner thighs, swallowing his crotch. His crooked tail feathers fanned out about two feet behind himself, and he shook them to straighten them out. These had black and white stripes intermittent along their length.

Below his elbows, his arms were navy-hued, scaly appendages that ended in clawed fingers. Below his knees, his shins were likewise, ending in digitigrade toes. He was not exactly the fittest of his classmates, but he leaned towards the tall and slender variety of shape. He patted the slight, trim pudge of his belly. He scratched at the itchy spot beside his balls, which were coated in a svelte down. His beak was navy-colored to match his arms and feet, and the malleable portions of his lips smiled as his dazed green eyes glimpsed downwards.

He was sporting the father of all morningwood erections. His curved navy-hued dick arched at attention as if performing a full salute. His oblong glans appeared fairly swollen, and he was sure if he gave them a poke he'd be beading preseminal. For a moment, he just stared at his own penis, watching it twitch and throb at his own command.

"Damn. Now, who fucked me last night?" He rubbed his head. His dorm flat wasn't really the type to party that hard, and even so, he usually remembered what happened before he went to bed. He also didn't consider himself the "slut" of his roommates, but every so often this sort of thing happened to him.

Not bothering to get dressed just yet, he stood up and wobbled in place until he got his balance. He parted two segments of the Venetian blinds and his grin widened. Massive flakes of snow were still tumbling down to an already impressive blanket that dominated the campus landscape. Pitiable morning commuters were heading home through the stuff, and he allowed himself a sadistic chuckle at their expense. Nah, he sympathized with them, he really did. He wouldn't be a dormer with three perverted guy friends if he didn't hate driving. Being part of an ignored majority presence on campus simply didn't appeal to him.

His room was a mess. Laundry was scattered through the claustrophobic room in errant piles. It was all his, right? The door was slightly ajar. The chair was on the opposite end of the room. At least his laptop had been untouched, although someone had left it showing pornography of a fox woman with mainstream tits. One of his roomies liked to keep sex toys, but the others had a habit of using them without his permission. Still, the image made him smile.

The smile quickly dispersed. "Ah, shit." He'd just remembered that paper due today. Well, the day after tomorrow, now. This was a snow day with no margin for error, and the next time he had class (weather permitting) would be then. Might as well get started, he thought.

Cielo patted his stomach again, feeling a twinge of hunger. He also remembered the cum stains matting the feathers of his blue buttocks. Perhaps a shower was in order. Perhaps he should find breakfast. Perhaps he should himself to get that damn assignment underway. Perhaps he should put on some clothes first.