There are good days, there are bad days, then there are days like these. The 2:30 in the morning with your three best friends in a sled with you pulling them back to campus because they decided getting drunk right after they finished their finals was a good idea. As usual however they didn't listen to you. "It's just a little party." Max, your towering dragon friend said. "We'll be back before midnight." Justin, your massive eagle said. "We won't drink this time." Terry, your only friend within the four that wasn't a full two feet taller than you (and was a Kangaroo) said. After 1:00 AM hit and you hadn't seen them, you didn't need to know what happened. They got hammered something fierce. You simply sighed, checked your watch again (since Max decided to borrow your phone without asking again) and grabbed the big sled-board in the closet. You then set off muttering under your breath.
By the time you got to the party Beatrice was already expecting you. She even stood in the doorway watching for when you would walk around the corner. When she finally caught sight of you she was both amused and annoyed. "There yare." Beatrice slurred. "Been waiten for ya's. Theys back. In." Beatrice giggled, the alcohol was more then clearly in her. Still, you were the gentleman out of the four.
"Thanks Beatrice." You respond politely. You didn't much care for her, mainly due to her trying to have sex with anything with a hole while she was around. Not to say she was bad looking. The young cat-morph was very attractive, and she knew it. But with the way she gets into one-night stands and leaves it at that isn't something you were into. "Would you be able to help me get them in the sled?"
"Sure thing cutie." Beatrice giggled as she winked. She then turned around and swayed her hips as she walked back in. Of course. It was a party. You should've known that she would be wearing booty shorts that weren't even covering her large ass. You followed suit, ignoring Beatices' advances and found the three out cold. Max was on top of Justin (which was sort of comical considering that the much larger dragon usually went out first), Justin was cuddling Terry and Terry was out cold. As usual, they reeked of alcohol. "I got the legs if you have the head." She smiled seductively.
"Very funny." You snorted.
All things considered, you got the three of them out of there without to much of a hassle. Beatrice tried putting the moves on you, even grabbing your hand and trying to get you to feel her large DD breasts, but she heard someone cat-calling her and she drunkenly went over to the person. You took the opportunity to leave. Quickly.
"Seriously you three, when will you listen?" you begin muttering to yourself. "I know it's your last year of college and you want to have fun, but why do you have to go out and party all the time now? You still have your classes." You didn't like it. There's nothing wrong with having fun, you went to one of the first parties, around a month ago, and that was fun. At least until the cops showed up. You didn't get into any trouble (thank god), but nearly everyone at the party got in trouble for noise violations, and about half of them got a ticket for being flat out drunk. Most of them could barely walk. Still, there is a clear difference between having fun, like at that party, and having too much fun. Going to a party once a month could be fine, but every week? It really bothered you that out of the three of them, Terry was studying to be a lawyer. Shouldn't he be showing some restraint?
If anyone was up and not at the party you were leaving, it would be a rather comical sight should they look in your direction. A human barely over 5' 3" slowly wheeling a 8' 5" dragon, an 7' 9" eagle, and an 7' Kangaroo (all of which are snuggling together) up a road.
It was around 4:00 AM when you finally got the three back to your quarters. One of the admittedly nice habits of the three, was that they only went to party on Friday. It let them crash one Saturday and then they would be studying on their respective course all through Sunday. Still, it was a hassle to get the three in. Your 'amazing' sled with two skateboards could carry their weight and still be mobile, but it still can't fit through your doorway. No when it's spread out with the three laying there.
"All right. Time to get you three cleaned up." You sigh. After what happened the last time you let the three crash at your room without washing after a party, you had the school and police on you for a month from the smell. So every week when they would either get here and fall asleep or you had to retrieve them, you made sure to bathe them. You took Max first, best to start off with the hardest to do and be left with the easiest. Lugging the dragon into the bathroom and starting the tub you silently thank the place for making sure that all rooms could fit dragons. Dragons were after all, the second largest of all creatures, second to long neck species, such as giraffes.
You began peeling off Maxs' clothes as the water warmed up to the correct temperature. After removing Maxs' clothes, a small wave of nostalgia hit you as you shut the water off. This wasn't the first time you had to wash him, or your other friends for that matter, but as you look back at Max sleeping peacefully you can help but be reminded of the first day you met the three, all the way back in the first week of classes.
You were in a hurry. Not because you didn't know where you were going or you were late for class, but because you were nearly late for a meeting for an army recruiter. That's when it happened. You were so absorbed in getting to the stairs and then to the office that you didn't get a second to react when a horse stuck his leg out right in front of the stairs. Needless to say, but you went flying. Right into 'them.' Now, you take rumors with a grain of salt. You always have. It's not right to make a judgement on someone just because someone says they might have done something. This was a minor exception. You careened into a massive dragon and bounced from him onto the other two. It hurt back then. Now, that minor exception was that there were three giants that always hung out together. Maximilian the dragon, Justin the eagle, and Terry the kangaroo. They were not kidding when they said giants. You were nearly half the size of Max. It was... quite tense. You got up off of the now collapsed eagle and kangaroo and immediately clutched your ankle...
No. It wasn't time for reminiscing. You chastise yourself as you were cleaning Max. What happened back then did for a reason. Nothing good would come if you brought it back up. It was not your path to be in the army. Perhaps you should have given up...
Speaking of up, one part of Max was up. It was the part you shot a withering look at as you cleaned. Whenever you cleaned any of them, they had the smell of alcohol all over them. Emphasis on the word 'all.' One would think that they bathed in the damned liquor. So, since you wanted all the smell to go away, you naturally had to clean of their dicks as well. Whatever. You've done it before, and much worse. You put it to the back of your mind as you were cleaning Max.
Once you finished washing Max you let the tub of soapy alcohol water go down the drain. You then gave Max a quick rinse and using your 'immense' strength, you drag the stark naked dragon to your bed. It was the largest bed, so him being the biggest, he had the most use for it. After he was comfortable in the bed, you put your blanket over him and left him to rest for another five hours before the headache occurred.
Next was Justin. Thankfully, since he was an avian, he was much lighter. You repeat the process of removing his clothes and starting another bath when your reflection caught your eye.
There you are. Your bloodshot eyes were scanning your body before you really thought much about it. You were...'modest,' for a human anyway. 5' 3", blue hair (you were in a play that the school was hosting) that was normally dark blonde, aqua eyes, minimal definition on your arms, no flab on your belly though. Turns out moving a combined weight of around 700 lbs. gets you in shape when you have to move them. Still, it made you feel inferior being with the three biggest in school. Max was a behemoth at 8' 5" with enough muscle to bench press a car if he so chose. He also has a monster in his-
"No." You sharply cut yourself off. "I am fine with who I am. Max is a Dragon, of course he's big, strong, and...virile. It's in his genes. Just like the other two..."
You shake your head and get Justin into the tub. It was stupid. You always felt this way when you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt that you didn't belong in this college, being around people who were much stronger, or confident, or...better. Your friends always told you that you were the best friend anyone could ask for, hell, Max said that you care more about people than most parents do to their own children. It was nice, but when your best friends have to watch their might lest I break a bone, it really does make you feel that perhaps you should not have even come into college.
You didn't have an inferiority complex or anything, you just wish that you were a little larger so that they didn't have to watch out for you. Just a little stronger so that you could really fit in. Just...
"Stop it." You scold yourself again. Everything is fine as it is.
You get Justin to your second bed, the spare one, and tuck him in as well. Then without letting yourself berate your body, got Terry in the tub. He was the easiest to wash out of all of them. After that was done, you again put him on your third spare (when the second time it happened, you made sure to have three mattresses) and put their alcohol ridden clothes in the washer. You'll deal with it tomorrow.
You close the blinds as the morning light begins to beam in to let them sleep when you hear something strange.
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