Aidan was rushing through the hallways of the bustling Jones college Sociology wing, his sneakers squeaking loudly along the polished floors. The freshman student was late for his introductory 101 Research Methods class, and hated the idea of starting his first class of the semester so ignominiously. When he arrived at the correct door for his class Aidan's heart was pounding and he was out of breath. He waited a few moments to collect himself, but heard student introductions going on, and didn't want to waste the chance to learn about his classmates.
The class was packed with students and Aidan made a bit of a commotion arriving so late in the middle of someone's introduction. His hazel eyes scanned the classroom, before seeing a tanned hand waving him over to the far corner. The freshman student had arranged going to college with his immigrant friend, Sami, and the other man had saved him a seat at the very back.
The bearded professor, Dr. Mansfield, called to Aidan before he could sit, "Oh, are you Aidan or...yeah, you're probably Aidan. You can introduce yourself now, you've already missed everyone else's introduction." Aidan froze, and wheeled about, feeling a tad mortified. He'd heard a tinge of reproach in the professors voice, and he was worried about already making a bad impression, after failing to learn anything much about his fellow classmates.
Standing in front of everyone, thumbs in his backpack straps, the lanky kid awkwardly began his introduction to the disinterested freshman audience, "Hey guys...I mean guys and girls, and those uh, what do you call them, undecided? nonbisexual? well, uh, hey everyone! Anyway, so I'm Aidan, I like nature and videogames. I don't know what I'm going to major in yet, but I'm really happy to be studying here at Jones university!...Oh, yeah, and and the most interesting fact about me is...uh...I'm related to president Truman, but not super directly." Everyone seemed relieved, including Aidan, when he was allowed to then take his seat next to Sami, who was visibly suppressing the giggles.
"Hey Aidan. Are you going to come out as a nonbisexual, now that you're at college?" Sami teased, taking advantage of their location in the back of the class to goof off as usual. Aidan felt a little embarrassed about making noise talking with his friend, and about his whole hastily free-styled address. However, Aidan's unimpressive introduction was quickly swept from the class' collective memory by what happened next.
It took an unknowable amount of time for the professor to register the polite knock on the closed classroom door. When Mansfield noticed the final latecomer, he stopped his lecture mid-sentence with a flash of annoyance and strode over to let the final student in. The newcomer was an incredibly strange sight in the South Dakota college campus, far stranger than Sami for his accent and his exotic, Tunisian appearance. It was difficult to tell the gender of the black-robed student, but Aidan soon surmised from her gait, slenderness, and his meager knowledge of Middle-Eastern customs that this was a woman, wearing a full Burka. Even the woman's eyes were veiled by a black cloth, denying even a peak of her skin underneath the dark folds of her heavy ethnic garb.
The professor hastily said, "Mela, right? Well um, no worries about being late, I understand. Please, introduce yourself to everyone," Mansfield blatantly suppressed a look of astonishment at the new student's wardrobe, unable to help from adding, "I'm sure we're all fascinated to learn more about you." Aidan looked to the right, and realized Sami was entranced by the newcomer. He knew his friend was a practicing Muslim, and always complained about the fact that there were objectively no Muslim women in the entire city, practically.
Mela looked awkward and unsteady in her heavy clothing, her gloved hands nervously tucked to her front as she squeaked out a tense introduction, her voice not sounding at all as Aidan had expected it, "Ah, Hallo! w--I'm Mela, I'm Algerian. I'm a Muslim, which is why I wear this Burka, I have to, and it's my right, I checked the schools regulations...anyway, I like...many things. I'm here to study a little bit of everything, I'm quite eclectic that way! And, um, I have no interesting facts I feel comfortable sharing. Thank you!" With that fast-paced, high-pitched introduction, Mela shuffled over to sit next to Aidan, as he realized the only free chair was to his left.
The rest of the class, both Sami and Aidan were intensely distracted by the petite, perfumed woman to their left. Mela fidgeted throughout the entire remaining lesson, but was otherwise inscrutable and silent under her Burka outfit. As soon as class was dismissed, Sami was beside himself making introductions to the obviously shy woman. Aidan felt a little embarrassed for his friend. He wanted to tell him to cool it, but the Tunisian immigrant was all over the chaste newcomer, obviously desperate at the chance to meet a fellow, isolated Muslim. Sami didn't even bother talking to Aidan after class, and was practically chasing after Mela as she busily waddled away from the inquisitive immigrant.
Aidan made his way over to eat lunch at the main cafeteria, since he was forced to buy a full meal plan for his first semester. He didn't see Sami anywhere, and couldn't recognize if any of his fellow classmates were in attendance, so the freshman just picked an isolated spot in the corner after getting a tray of food. Aidan was busily eating the macaroni vegetable medley, when a soft voice squeaked up from above, "H-Hey, mind if I sit with you? It's me, Mela, from the Research Methods class. I sit next to you...Can I sit next to you, I mean? I mean both, actually..."
Aidan rescued the stammering girl from her awkward request and bade her sit down, though he noticed she didn't have a tray of food with her. Mela didn't say anything for a few minutes after sitting down, and Aidan could feel a bit of tension coming from the heavily clothed student. Finally, Mela broke the tension by saying, "Look, I noticed that guy from class was your friend. Um, this is kind of awkward but um...Could you ask him to stop talking to me?" Aidan inwardly cringed at the request, actually suspecting it before Mela said it. He knew it would crush Sami to hear that, and didn't even really know how to relay the rejecting message.
But, before Aidan could even respond, he noticed Sami happily waving as he approached with a tray of food. "Hey! So cool! Look at this, we're the Research Methods gang, haha, right?" Sami chimed in in a thick accent, sitting down right next to Mela, who instantly appeared uncomfortable, despite being so heavily veiled. Sami was relentless in badgering Mela about questions regarding her background, constantly mentioning how much he knew about Algeria from his childhood in Tunisia. Eventually, the shrouded woman just clumsily rose up and teetered off without a word.
Aidan could see the tension brewing in his passionate friends face, which darkened intensely. "So uh...what were you two talking about before I came here?" Sami asked pointedly, making Aidan blanche upon realizing Mela's earlier request. Desperately thinking of a lie, Aidan blurted out, "Oh she...she just wanted to know about the other students and what she missed before coming to class. When she realized I was almost as late as here she got, um, all stuck up and bitchy...we're probably better off avoiding her."
Sami was staring daggers at Aidan, before finally saying, "I know when you're fucking lying, Aidan, we've been friends for years. Why do you have to lie to me? What were you conspiring about? Are you trying to get to her first, and poison my only good dating option against me before I even have a CHANCE?" Aidan flinched as Sami screamed the last word, several people looking over as the scene boiled over.
Realizing he was in too deep, Aidan honestly responded, "Look I...she...Mela just came here to ask me to tell you, um, not to speak to her anymore. I wasn't lying about that last part, she's stuck up and bitchy to say that!" Sami flipped out at this point, violently swiping his tray of food off the table and storming from the cafeteria in a boiling rage. Aidan thought about chasing after his friend, but realized Sami just needed time to cool off, like he always did when things like this happened. Aidan was already feeling miserable about his chances at a decent college social life, noticing that nearly every eye in the cafeteria was now furtively glancing at him in the corner after the earlier outburst.
The rest of his classes were a blur to Aidan after lunch, all the fun of his first day sapped by the earlier fight with his best friend. When Aidan returned to eat dinner, he still hadn't seen Sami once, the angered student having missed the other class he shared with Aidan. Feeling frustrated and isolated, Aidan sought out another out-of-the-way spot, on the opposite side of where he'd had the earlier altercation. Halfway through his meal, a familiar voice surprised Aidan into choking on a wad of nachos. "Oh Jeez, oh no. Look, you must be furious with me but...I heard about everything, and I'm so, so, so sorry! I never wanted to come between you and your friend like that, I've been just, torn up about it all day!" Mela was inscrutable under her dark clothing, but she was hunched in an especially plaintive and remorseful pose, and Aidan didn't really know how to respond as she sat down opposite him.
"Look I...I owe you and your friend an explanation. As much as I can offer, considering my...unique situation," Mela's odd voice sounded remorseful, if muffled and strangely distorted. She continued without letting Aidan get a word in, "You have to understand, my whole life requires a great deal of secrecy to function properly. People just don't understand...but that's not your problem. Look, I'm intimidated by Sami, because I'm...I'm not really a Muslim, and I'm not from Algeria. Don't ask me why I have to wear this stupid get-up, but I do, okay?"
When Mela finally finished her chirpy explanation, Aidan felt immensely relieved. Though he might not believe it at first, if Sami knew Mela wasn't actually a Muslim, he'd probably feel way better about the whole situation. Thinking fast, Aidan asked, "Hey, could you please have the decency to tell him this yourself? He might not believe it, coming from me. He thinks we're fighting over you, like, romantically."
Mela's constantly swaying bodily motions froze when Aidan mentioned the last part of his sentence. Her voice was a barely audible squeak as she asked, "You're....you're both fighting over me? Oh, but that makes me feel even worse, I never would of guessed. What do you even see in me? You can't even see me!"
Aidan struggled to adjust to the situation, as he hastily responded, "Oh I mean, you're like, totally mysterious and cool. And everything about you seems cute, even the way you walk. I get the feeling you're...I dunno, this is probably the wrong thing to say, but like, pretty? Underneath your clothes, of course. You have a pretty voice."
Mela still seem conspicuously paralyzed, before she tentatively reached a gloved hand forward towards Aidan's own. "You...you don't know anything about me, how can you say that? Y'know, everyone thinks I'm some freaky, devout religious freak, and it's gotta stay that way...but you know the truth. I don't give a rat's ass about chastity, Aidan." To make her point clear, the small woman rubbed the top of the freshman's hand in a sensuous little circle. Her hand was gentle and comforting, but felt slightly...wrong, as he embraced it in his own.
"Are you, um, I'm totally single...if you are too," Aidan stammered, gripping Mela's hand tighter until she recoiled and dragged it from his clasp.
Aidan felt like he'd made the wrong move, until Mela squeaked back unperturbed, "Oh, yes. As funny as it is to say, considering...everything, I am very single, and lonely too. Can we go back to your place?"
Aidan was shocked at the rapidity of events, but had heard wild things about college, but hadn't dared believe them to be true. Her request was a bit awkward for the young, broke student, considering his living situation...with his parents. Aidan wasn't about to let that ruin anything, though, and nodded happily at the veiled young woman before him, her frantic swaying motion returning as she seemed to warm to him.
"Hey, mom? MOM? I'm home! Um, I brought a friend! It's not Sami! We're just going to go to my room. Don't come in," with that, Aidan skillfully guided Mela to his room, refusing to respond to his moms distant requests for her son to repeat himself. Aidan sat down on his small, unkempt bed, then dragged a big, wooden chest of childhood nick-knacks in front of the door.
Mela's veiled head turned to the chest, as she excitedly asked,"What's with the chest? Are you gonna trap me in here!?"
Aidan rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly replying, "Um, I don't have a lock on my door, so...I know you value your privacy, and my parents will barge in otherwise." Aidan could tell Mela was staring plainly at the blatant lock on his door, though he didn't feel like explaining that his parents had the key, and would not let him have a copy.
Aidan had no idea how to proceed with their first hang-out session, so he put on some music, hoping to further isolate him and Mela from his parents and sister nearby. Finally, Mela began speaking passionately, "Look, um, I think I like you Aidan. Or, I'm just so lonely and desperate, and I've already been more honest with you than anyone in years and years, that I want to make this work. I'm really scared right now, about being honest. You just don't understand, how difficult it is for me to be honest about...anything! I'm so afraid of ruining everything. I feel like I've already made a huge mistake, trusting you this much, and I can't believe I'd even consider trusting you further, but I'm so pent-up!"
Aidan hung on Mela's every word. As she finished, he knelt before where she sat on his bedside, staring at her obscured face with as much honest intensity as his young, green-flecked eyes could manage. "Mela, look at me Mela. Whatever it is, I don't care. I'm really lonely and desperate too, I've always dreamed of something happening like this, just falling into lo--adventure, an adventure with someone, and sharing that...sharing everything."
Mela was visibly roiling with indecision and angst, her robe fluttering about anxiously. Finally, she squeaked out, "You're gonna freak though...You think you're all cool, and prepared, but you're totally gonna freak. Just...prepare to be shocked okay? However shocked you think you're about to be...try to multiply that a bit. A lot, actually. Do you know what a magnitude is? Oh God, Aidan, you're gonna freak..."
Aidan clasped his hands in a plaintive, almost praying pose, emotionally saying, "Mela, trust me. I'm ready. You're a girl, though, right? Please, please just tell me you're a girl under that robe. Oh god, you're not a girl are you--"
"Shut up! Yes, we're...I'm a girl. Jeeze, try to keep an open mind about things, don't get so caught up on gender. Anyway, you so aren't ready for any of this. I can't believe I'm about to do this. You're gonna freak..." Mela's voice sounded mournful as she stood up off the bed, and walked to the center of the room. Aidan stayed on his knee, utterly fascinated and entranced as he watched Mela fidget with her gloves and veil. His next guess was burn victim, and he was totally down for doing it with one after that VN game he played.
When Mela undid her hood and unveiled herself in a rapid motion, Aidan freaked out and shrieked femininely with mortal terror. He collapsed to the floor, yelling for his mom as he unconsciously scrambled under his bed in utter fright. As Mela's black robes crumbled to the dirty carpet, it revealed a crude framework of metal pieces fashioned into a human skeleton, seemingly made of erector-set materials. Teaming around every portion, nestled together tightly, was a swarm of beady-eyed weasels, their pink and black noses twitching rapidly as they all stared at where Aidan had ran to. The weasels skittered off the shell and swarmed towards where the human man cowered. Aidan was shocked into a blubbery whimper when he watched the hundred or so weasels move their little musteline jaws in perfect synchronization, a chittering chorus of disparate, inhuman voices saying out, "Aidan, please, this is breaking our hearts. Just calm down, stop yelling, your parents can't see our true forms! Please, just let me explain."
Aidan's eyes wildly scanned between the numerous furry critters surrounding his bed, though they kept a respectable distance. The numerous little animals seamlessly continued, "We're the same Mela you've been talking to the whole time. We have to cavort around in a human disguise like that, because humans would never understand our true nature. But understand this Aidan, we do it because we love everything about humanity, and humans...none of us are afraid to love humans, Aidan."
The curled-up man was still wordless, every neuron in his mind trying and failing to process the information overlord. He yammered in confusion for a few moments, still wildly looking between the huge pack of furry weasels surrounding him, trying to process that he was somehow staring at the creatures comprising Mela. Suddenly, a female voice yelled in as his door cracked in, before wedging on the heavy chest obstructing it. "Aidan? Aidan honey, we heard screaming, what's going on? Do we need to call the police? Your father's getting the machete! He's all wound up now!"
Aidan was paralyzed, until he saw the simultaneously changing expressions on all the little animal faces staring at him with emotional pleading. Struggling to make a decision, Aidan managed to croak out finally, "I'm fine everyone, false alarm. We were...watching a YouTube video, and there was a screamer on it! Like on April's Fools day, remember?"
The woman was silent on the other side of the door, before asking again, "Honey, are you sure? Who's this stranger you brought with you? Are you being restrained? Are they pointing a weapon at you right now?" Aidan looked at all the worried weasel faces surrounding him, then scrambled out towards the door as they parted in waves to make-way for him.
Aidan stared through the door's crack and said, "I'm fine" before shoving it closed again, and readjusting the shifted blocking chest. He whiled around, staring at all the little weasels surrounding him, their attentive eyes staring right back in a creepy multitude of pairs. "Okay. Alright. Fuck. Really? Really though? Ferrets?"
"We're weasels, Aidan, please. We know this is your first semester at college, but have some sense. Look, we know what you were really after earlier...we can still have fun together. Just ease into it, okay? We'll all be very very friendly with you. Just, um, treat us like your pet, alright? Bend down, and give us some petting, okay? We're just normal weasels, keep telling yourself that. Just a little scritch."
Aidan slowly bent down, but hoped the weasels wouldn't all come rushing at him at once. They absolutely did, and he stifled a yelp as the crowded up to him with blatant eagerness, their little paws resting on his legs and thighs as their numerous heads darted up to him expectantly. The Mela weasels awaited his response, and Aidan slowly surmised that each little mustelid wanted to be the first to be patted. Overcoming his conflicting feelings in the moment, Aidan tentatively reached down a hand towards a calm-looking weasel to his left. He recoiled momentarily as it eagerly rose up into his pressing hand, but Aidan followed through and petted along the long, tapering body of the increasingly happy weasel.
The many other weasels all seemed to get more excited as he touched the first of them, and Aidan noticed a crowd leaning up to where his other hand clutched to his chest. Still fearing they were about to violently rip into his flesh or something, the young college student suppressed his survival instincts and began rubbing at each little weasel that presented itself to him. As time passed, Aidan became lost in his task, and the big pack of formed a regenerating queue of waiting weasels, each eager to get another turn of contact with his hand. After many minutes of this, the weasels formed up around him again, seemingly less interested in his petting motions. Aidan flinched, wondering if this was when the flesh tearing began, but the weasels just stared at him with their beady, black eyes.
Eventually, the collective of weasels known as Mela spoke aloud as one, "Aidan, this is really fun, but we think you get the point now. Let's move up a few bases, okay? Hell, we can go straight to a home run, we're all so ready for this. If you couldn't tell, we've spent so much effort infiltrating human society because we really, really like humans...especially cute male humans. Let's fuck, okay? It isn't a sin, we're totally all down for it."
Aidan was honestly shocked at the weasels for their sexual brazenness. How did they intend to have sex? His penis would...he didn't even want to think about what an actual vaginal coupling would look like between him and one of the small creatures, but he repressed a mental image resembling a tube sock. "What...how um, how do I...how do you all intend to have sex with me?"
"Take your pants off, human," the weasel collective commanded authoritatively. Aidan felt so wrapped up in the moment at this point, he didn't even balk and just lowered his black jeans down. He had to defensively shield the hole in his underwear when several weasels suddenly dove for it at once, before the Mela weasels took the hint and slowed down their approach. "Come on, this'll be fun, don't be such a cold fish, Aidan. We can do things for you, things other woman can't. Take your underwear off and spread your legs. Close your eyes, if you have to, you can trust us. We won't bite...unless you want us to."
Aidan really never expected these weasels would be such whores, but he supposed they really were pent-up from being unable to express themselves openly, and being mistaken for a chaste Muslim woman. With a deep sigh, the young man steeled himself and thrust his boxers down with his thumbs, averting his eyes upward as he felt a frenzied rush of noodly, furry weasels swarming about his naked legs and crotch. Aidan was about to shoo them away, their little clawed, pink hands feeling uncomfortable against his inner thigh and manhood, until he felt their little tongues begin to extend.
"Oh fuck, oh Jesus, oh God!" Aidan gasped out, before stifling his moaning outbursts with his knuckle. The weasels were uncompromising and lascivious, each finding their own nook of his private area to lick and nuzzle against. They worked together to peel back the skin of his swelling penis, and Aidan quivered as he felt a team of small, wet weasel tongues gliding over his exposed penis tip. They flickered across his glans, under the rim of his swelling, purple helmet, even into his urethrae. Aidan glanced down, and saw the weasel with her open mouth poised over his phallus, her tongue sounding the inner flesh of his throbbing manhood. The little weasel gave him a wink, and Aidan realized he would never forget this moment for as long as he lived.
The Mela weasels worked in shifts to each get a chance to lick about his increasingly moistened manhood. But the ones denied access to his member soon resorted to exciting other parts of Aidan's body. The sexually inexperienced young man moaned aloud again, as he discovered how much he enjoyed the sensation of eight or so weasels simultaneously licking his hardening nipples.
As Aidan became increasingly lost in his sexual bliss, he felt the surrounding tongue ministrations abate, before a chorus of heated little voices spoke up to him, "Okay, now you need to do something for us, Aidan. We can start slow, since this is your first time with a bunch of weasels...probably with any type of woman, honestly. No judgement." Somehow, Aidan felt judged by all the little weasels, before they seamlessly continued, "Right, so put your hands down on the ground, with the palms facing up, and curl your fingers slightly. Yeah, perfect, just like that. Don't mind the nibbling sensation, we've got to get your nails down for our own sake's. Those fingers are going places...weaselly places."
Aidan gulped at that proclamation, but maintained the position of his hands as he felt a weasel attend to each of his fingers, gnawing his cuticles down to the quick, though they took explicit care not to harm him in the slightest. They did harm him plenty, but they tried not to. Eventually, Aidan looked down in bewilderment at his hands as each finger become an erotic mount for a female weasel. They crowded around his hands, humping their furry little vaginal slits down upon his fingers and impaling their slender frames upon his digits in passionate sexual congress.
The bewildered student soon learned what a chorus of orgasming weasels sounded like, as he felt their little weasel pussies clenching and spasming upon his fingers, his thumbs producing the most lurid reactions. Suddenly, several weasels clambered up his chest hair with their little paws, and Aidan just laid back against the wall as they slid up his face. At first they licked and kissed at his features with their small, furry mouths, but soon it became clear that the boldest weasels wanted oral attention. Leaning his head back slightly so the long-bodied mustelids could drape over his face, Aidan allowed three weasels to dock over his mouth at once, his nose puffing and huffing between their shaking, furry frames. He slowly dragged his tongue out and over the three weasels prostrating themselves across his mouth, giving each one a few specific slurps before languidly drawing across them all.
The increasingly aroused young man found he quite liked the taste of an excited female weasel, and he allowed a steady procession of the eager creatures to take turns straddling his mouth, which soon became matted with feminine slime and short brown hairs.