Flicker awoke groggily, the double bed of his dorm room creaking with effort as he sat up. The silver fox rubbed sleep from his eyes as he took in his bedroom. Paper littered the floor, hundreds of ideas for his first-year engineering courses scattered across the small studio-style dorm. He shook his head to clear the mothballs, his eyes wandering to the various posters on his wall. The eleventh Doctor stared back at him, the sonic screwdriver in his hand prominent in the photo. Joining him was Captain Burnham of the U.S.S. Discovery and Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. His tail and ears lit up at the sight of them, enjoying the feeling of their company. It was the first time he’d be spending Christmas away from his family, away from the dreary relative conversations and continuous questions about his future. It would be his first painless Christmas. Today was the last day of classes, and he’d gotten off easy. His first class wasn’t until 11:00 that morning, and he hoped that he would have time enough to play through a game of competitive Pokémon on his Switch before he had to drag himself to aerodynamics. As he opened his iPhone, his heart stopped. The time read 11:30am. “Shit!” He threw back the duvet and bolted out of bed, his inner ears and tailtip glowing fiercely as he was suddenly fully awake. He scrambled to get ready, hastily pulling on a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt over his sleeping attire. He had his backpack on by the time he had the presence of mind to pull back the curtain. He was greeted by a white wall of snow, the wind howling so hard it may have broken his window were it focused enough. His heart restarted as he glanced at his phone again. One voicemail. Due to severe weather conditions, all classes for Thursday, December 1st are canceled. The voice of his dean blared in his ear. Flicker breathed an audible sigh of relief. So he hadn’t been late for class after all! And, now he was free! Well, if it was a snow day, it was a snow day. Flicker shrugged off his backpack, letting it collapse to the floor. The silver fox stripped back down to the pair of light blue Star Trek boxer-briefs he wore to bed, tossing his shirt and pants back into his closet where he hoped they would remain for at least twenty-four hours. His heart having finally calmed down, he pulled the curtains shut again. Slinking over to his bed once more, he gripped his stuffed Zekrom tightly, curling up to catch some more Zs. It was not to be. He had just about dozed off when he heard rapid pounding on his door. Couldn’t be me. He thought. Must be next door. But the pounding continued, increasing in velocity and strength. It soon became too hard to ignore. Flicker groaned, repeating his wake up ritual for the second time in an hour as he went to answer the door. He answered it groggily, the melanin working its way slowly out of his system. “Yes?” He swung open the door, only to be greeted by the legs of a black suit. He followed them upwards, realizing the suit’s owner was none other than Joseph Pendragon, President of the Student Body. At six-foot two, Joseph towered over Flicker’s tiny three-foot-eight frame. His suit was immaculately tailored, right down to the perfectly assembled tie over his white collared shirt. His blond hair was finely groomed and a golden ankh peeked out of his jacket pocket. His baby-blue eyes stared at Flicker with a mixture of disdain and impassivity. The silver fox didn’t know what to say. “Oh! M-Mr. President! I-.” He tripped over his words. Joseph frowned. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” “I-I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize-.” As Flicker pondered the answer to this question (or indeed, any answers at all), he felt a breeze from the door chill his chest fur. In horror, he looked down at himself, discovering for the first time that he was standing in front of the Student Body President in nothing but his underwear. His ears flashed in embarrassment. “No! Shit! I-uh, I mean yes! Come in! Come in!” He covered himself as best he could with his paws, but it was obvious that Joseph’s taller stature still gave him unobscured access to his nerdy undies. “I’m sorry!” He yelped. “P-please, forgive me. Allow me to get dressed.” Joseph wordlessly went and sat on the ragged couch on the other corner of the room. Flicker sprinted to his closet, giving the taller man an excellent view of his cotton-encased rear as he dug through the closet to find his pants amid a pile of clothing. He struggled to hunt them down, his tail swaying from side to side as he frantically searched. Apparently, he had a better throw than he thought. At last he found them, his paws grasping the fabric like his life depended on it. Quickly he pulled them on, doing up the tail strap as best he could. The shirt came on next, the static electricity from his body catching it a couple times. Finally, he was presentable. “Is there anything I can get you to-.” He froze. Sitting on the small coffee table was a manila envelope. Joseph had placed it there, and was now looking at him like he was good as dead. The silence hung in the space as Flicker stared at the envelope and Joseph stared at Flicker. Even sitting, he was taller than him. The fox might as well have been facing the dean himself with the disapproving expression on Joseph’s face. There was no twinkle in the baby-blue eyes. The President clearly meant business. After an eternity, Flicker found his voice. “W-what’s that envelope for?” Joseph cocked his head. “S-sorry. What’s that envelope for, s-sir ?” “You have been placed on academic probation. You face expulsion.” Joseph stated matter-of-factly. “That is why I am here.” Alarm bells rang in the fox’s head. “T-that’s not possible.” “I’m afraid it is.” “N-no. It can’t be. There must be some mistake!” Flicker failed to meet the eyes of the President. “I-I have straight As!” If he was more cognisant of his own self-preservation, Flicker might have opted to omit this next part. As it was, though, the panicked fox couldn’t control his mouth if he’d wanted to. “I-I’ve even done your homework once, remember?” It was the wrong thing to say. Joseph’s eyes narrowed. “There has been no mistake.” He removed the paper from inside the envelope and held it to his constituent. Flicker scanned it, trying to find errors. Everything seemed in order. But that couldn’t be... could it? At a loss, he searched around the room, cursing his nerdy posters, his nerdy plush, his nerdy iPhone in its nerdy case. Surely to God there was a way out of this. His eyes came back to Joseph, who continued to look as stoic as ever. It was then an idea struck him. Flicker hopped on his coffee table, forgetting himself as his paws grasped Joseph’s hands. “S-surely this is all a misunderstanding! You can fix it can’t you? You have to!” Joseph didn’t move. “Y-you have to help me! I can’t get expelled! I-I’ll do anything!” The word rang through the air as Joseph’s expression changed. His eyes hardened, and Flicker could have sworn they flashed red ever so briefly. “Anything.” It was not a question, but a statement. Flicker suddenly felt very claustrophobic in the small apartment. Heart racing, he nodded, his ears blinking. “Y-yes. Anything. P-please, Mr. President. P-please help me.” For the first time since he’d arrived, Joseph smiled. But it was not a kind smile. It was more... predatory. “Very well.” What happened next, Flicker would never quite believe. The Student Body President stood up, towering over him even while he stood on the coffee table. His eyes flashed red again, and with an clap of thunder audible despite the raging storm outside, he began to grow even taller. Black fur sported from every pore on his body and the suit he was wearing gave way to an impressively white muscle shirt and Egyptian skirt. A fluffy black tail sprouted from the creature’s tailbone, and his immaculate jaw gave way to a long snout with two rows of the sharpest teeth Flicker had ever seen, complete with four brilliant canine fangs. His eyes were permanently red now, and a golden insignia of the Eye of Horus was etched into his right arm. His transformation seemingly complete, the colossal black wolf donned the ankh Joseph had in his pocket. He brought his muzzle up close and took a long whiff of Flicker, as if smelling his fear. And Flicker was most certainly feeling fear. This was his worst nightmare come to life. Every synapse he had was on fire, telling him to get up and run as fast as his tiny legs would carry him out of the dorms, expulsion be damned. But he was frozen in place, staring up at the same beast he had narrowly escaped from just days before. He might have fainted had the creature not brought his paw into his chest, slamming him into the wall of his apartment with such force he was surprised he didn’t go right through it. Partially winded, Flicker tried to reason with the creature. “W-what are you going to do to me?” His voice came out in a high-pitched squeak. “W-what do you want?” The wolf spoke only a single word, a low, guttural, but somehow incredibly civilized growl. “Anything.” “I-I don’t understand.” Flicker sputtered, thrashing in the beast’s grip. As he did so, his shirt rode up on his body, causing the waistband of his Star Trek boxer-briefs to peek out under his pants. “P-please, your excellency, Mr. President, don’t hurt me!” “Joseph is not here right now.” The wolf replied, menacing as ever. “He’ll take a message.” Right. This creature had a name. Flicker found it on the tip of his tongue. “Ah-Anubis! I’m sorry! Yes, Anubis! B-but I thought Joseph was here to help me!” Anubis laughed. “Joseph was here to inform you. You were the one who asked for his help, and we’re a package deal.” “B-but!” Flicker strained, but it was like trying to escape the jaws of life themselves. “Y-you can’t kill me! I-it’s against Student Union policy!” Anubis gave another throaty laugh and began to raise his paw. Flicker braced himself for the end. “Who said anything about killing you?” Anubis brought his paw down to the fox’s midriff. Extending a single claw, he undid the tail strap and tugged Flicker’s pants down to his mid-thighs, further exposing his boxer-briefs. Sticking the claw far into the waistband of the front of his underwear, he slithered it back and forth along his waist, coming terrifyingly close to grazing his crotch. Flicker’s heart was racing as he felt more vulnerable than ever. “B-but you can’t wedgie me! That’s against the Code of Conduct!” Anubis’ voice was a whisper as he leaned in close. “Who do you think wrote the code?” He began to sweat. “B-b-but I’m w-wearing boxer-briefs!” Flicker whimpered. “T-they’re not your type! You like your nerds in briefs!” The beast smiled in the way that reminded Flicker of someone discovering their pet had done something clever. Anubis’ handsome features were somehow more terrifying than if he’d been snarling. “A tiny hindrance. I could rip them off you in seconds and force you to change.” This was getting him nowhere. How did he get out of this the first time? Think, you idiot! Think! At last it came to him. Praise! That was how he’d escaped the beast before. Flicker’s voice became serene. “C-come on now, big guy. Look at you, and look at me. Y-you’re so strong and kind, coming here to alert me to my failings. Your muscles are huge. With strength like that, you’d rip my tiny body to shreds. S-surely you’re too benevolent for that.” The words had the desired effect. He felt Anubis’ vice-grip subside as he noticed the wolf’s tail wagging. “Don’t think flattery will get you out of your jam this time.” But Flicker could tell he was making an impact. He continued, commenting on the obvious positive attributes of the creature. “B-but Anubis, I couldn’t possibly outwit you. You’re so intelligent, so brave. You could capture me in an instant. I-I don’t have a chance against you.” Anubis smiled, and the wagging of his tail grew in intensity, re-scattering the design papers on the floor. “That’s right.” The grip lessened considerably, and Flicker seized his chance. “Which is why I need to go right neeooow!” He slipped through the cracks in the beast’s paws and made a beeline for the exit. Almost reflexively, Anubis’ paw shot out, catching him by the waistband of his undies. He yelped as was dragged backwards on the floor, the underwear fighting to keep from being torn from his hips. Anubis stood with one footpaw pinning him to the ground and raised a claw high into the air. Flicker’s ears and tail sparked violently. For the second time that day, he was sure his life was coming to an end. For the second time that day, he was wrong. Flicker shrieked as the claw descended, but the target was not his jugular. Anubis shredded through his shirt, pulling it off him as quickly as he tore it open. Keeping Flicker pinned down, he brought both the fox’s paws together and wrapped them in the garment, tying it tight. Flicker found his paws bound behind his back. Anubis flipped him over, staring hungrily at his abdomen. The beast took a claw and drew slow circles on his stomach. “That’s a fluffy stomach you’ve got there, Sparky.” The claw moved back to his waistband. “But I’d like to see the rest of you.” “H-huh?” The fox’s mouth hung open, barely comprehending his situation. With one smooth motion of Anubis’ incredible claws, Flicker felt both his pants and boxer-briefs torn from his lower half. He lay on the cold floor, his nude body completely bared to his assailant. He couldn’t even bring his paws from behind his back to cover himself. Anubis had a complete visual of his scrawny naked form, the white of his underbelly spilling down his inner thighs and matching his small but fluffy sheath and balls. “Told you.” Anubis eyed up the exposed fox with all the grace of an apex predator. It was like he was staring right into Flicker’s nerdy soul, drinking in his delicate body. He whimpered submissively, every nerve aware of the cold that nipped at his fur. “T-there! You’ve seen me! Now let me go!” “In a position to make demands, are we?” Anubis grinned. “Sorry Sparky. I want to have some fun!!” The indignation of it all came over Flicker. “B-but I’m naked on the floor! In my own dorm! W-what more do you want? What more could you possibly do ?” Anubis pawed at the waistband in his claws. “You know what I can do.” As he spoke, Flicker’s eyes unconsciously rested on the top drawer of his dresser. No. Not that. Not after all this. To his utter dismay, Anubis followed his eyes. “Ah. Little nerd has a secret, eh?” “N-no!” He yelped. “T-there’s nothing in there!” “I beg to differ.” The behemoth of a wolf crossed to the dresser, his powerful muscles rippling in his shirt. “Someone has some whities they’re trying to hide.” “I-it’s all boxer-briefs! There’s nothing in there that you’ll like. I promise!” Anubis laughed again. “You’d make a terrible Poker player.” “N-no! I’m serious!” Flicker wished desperately that his voice wasn’t so high-pitched. “Reeaally? Then what do you call these?” Anubis held up a pair of white briefs with Star Wars on the waistband in big yellow letters. Flicker’s heart sank and his ears drooped. “T-those aren’t mine!” “You sure? They have your name on them.” The wolf reversed the waistband, revealing the message scribbled inside. Dear Flicker. Now you can be as brave as a Jedi during your scary job interviews. - Love, Mom. “Isn’t that sweet?” “I-uh... I...” “But I think they’d look much sweeter covering those tiny balls of yours, don’t you?” Anubis advanced toward him, stretching the briefs in his claws. Flicker tried to struggle backwards, but it was no use. His floor was too slippery and he couldn’t gain traction. A wave of hopelessness washed over him as the beast got closer. As Anubis knelt down to adorn him, he found his voice once again. “Please Mr. Anubis! Please, please your strength, your brilliance, let me put them on myself!” The wolf stopped in his tracks. Flicker could scarcely breathe as he seemed to ponder the request. At last he dropped the briefs in front of him, his tail wagging. “I suppose that is a reasonable request.” The fox started panting. “T-thank you, your grace!” “Flip yourself over.” He wriggled on the slippery floor, trying to get himself on his knees. As he shook side-to-side like an upturned crab, his sheath and balls swayed with him, giving Anubis another all-inclusive show. Eventually he managed it, coming around to laying on his belly. Anubis set the briefs on the ground, using his claw to slash through the shirt that held Flicker’s paws together. Flicker waited until Anubis had bent to retrieve the briefs before he took off. Nudity be damned, he ran through the hallway, shrieking for anyone who could hear him. “Help! Help!” He made it to the stairwell before he was nabbed. Anubis held him in a grip that dwarfed the one he’d been in earlier, pinning his paws to his sides with a single paw of his own. The wolf carried him bodily, suspending him above the ground. He yelled for help, but though doors opened, his floormates were more interested in laughing at his expense than they were in calling security. Flicker’s legs spasmed helplessly, showing off his exposed state to all who bore witness. Anubis took his time bringing him back to his dorm, making sure the onlookers got an excellent extended view of his foxhood. Flicker was near tears by the time he was back in his dorm. “Alright, Sparky. Time for the real fun to begin.” He whined submissively as Anubis retrieved the downed briefs. “A-after all this, you still want to do this?” “You said anything.” “B-but, you’ve humiliated me in front of all my floormates! You paraded me naked through my hall, and you’ve destroyed my favorite pair of underwear! W-why do you need to wedgie me as well?!” Anubis shrugged. “Why does anyone do anything?” Flicker looked at Anubis, to the briefs, then back at Anubis. “B-but, I-.” “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” The wolf flexed powerfully. “Besides. It looks like some part of you is enjoying this.” “H-huh?” “Your little lightsaber’s coming out of its holster.” The fox looked down, and to his horror noticed that his small cock was peeking out of his sheath. It wasn’t much, but it was visible enough that there was no denying its arousal. Anubis was right. His spirit broken, he whimpered. “O-kay. L-let’s get this over with.” “There’s a good Sparky.” Anubis set him down and held out the underwear for him to step into. Flicker whimpered again, but did as he was instructed. Anubis pulled them up onto his hips, brushing his claw against the tip of his sheath as they were hoisted and giving the waistband a snap as he let go. Flicker stood before the seven-foot tall Student Body President in nothing but a dorky pair of tighty-wighties, his measly body not coming to half the length of his tormentor’s. Never in his entire life had he felt so helpless. The yellow Star Wars logo stood out on his monochrome frame, looking even more dorky than if the wighties were plain. “Turn around.” Anubis commanded. Slowly, humiliatingly, Flicker did so, revealing the red insignia of the Rebel Alliance displayed across his rear. He tried to hide it with his tail, blushing under his fur. Anubis laughed, slapping his ass with one paw, eliciting a yelp as his tail came up. Then the wolf groped his rump over his briefs, resulting in another uncomfortable whine. “You’re even lit up like a starship. Isn’t this just perfect?” Flicker couldn’t see what the beast was talking about, but he could feel his ears and tail burning a bright blue. “Looks like your lightsaber’s extended further.” Anubis tapped his claws along the front of Flicker’s briefs, teasing his partially-sheathed penis through his underwear. “I guess it’s excited for our journey.” Flicker’s face fell even more. “J-journey?” “Christmas has come early.” “W-what do you mean?” He sounded so tiny. “I-I thought we were doing it here?” “I mean.” The wolf’s voice was low as he bent eye-level with the nerd. “That you wasted my time when I came in to tell you about your own failure. Then, you tried to renege on our deal not once, but twice. Finally, when I show you amnesty, you take advantage of my good faith and ran away from me.” “So.” He said, running a claw in-between Flicker’s midriff and the edge of the briefs. He took his time dragging it from his front to his back, a series of muted squeals emitting from the fox as the claw tickled him. “I’m going to give you what you wanted. You want out of this room so bad, so be it. You owe the student body big time for your stunts today, and I’m here to deliver their gift on your behalf.” Flicker was acutely aware of the claw resting between his waistband and his rump. “H-huh? What do you meeEEEAAAANNN?!” With a mighty tug, Anubis hoisted the fox by the waistband. Flicker screamed as his balls were crushed into his body, his feet leaving the floor with the strength of the pull. Anubis held him four feet in the air, using just a single paw to bounce him up and down. Tears filled the fox’s vision as he was bounced, his testicles contracting and retracting twice a second. Anubis had him going like a basketball as they exited the room while he wailed like a siren. He had never experienced such pain before. The fabric of his once comfortable underwear betrayed him, the cotton now a prison of hurt. But what was worse than the pain was the laughter. His floormates hadn’t gone inside after his embarrassing strut through the hallway. Anubis stopped to display him to every single room in his hall, continuing to operate the briefs like a testicular jackhammer. Flicker lived up to his name, the light of his extremities flashing agitatedly as he was bounced. Each jerk was accompanied by an effeminate squeal of embarrassment and despair, mingling with the unending howling of his peers. Some of them took out phones and snapped pictures, the bright lights of the cameras joining the red flashes of pain in his eyes. Before long he was crying as much from humiliation as injury. Anubis made sure to rotate him for each room, ensuring every onlooker got an excellent view of his exposed rear, the fabric running up his ass just barely covering his tailhole, and the outline of his testicles and cock poking through his sheath. When they had finished with his floor, Anubis began to bring him back to his room. Flicker sobbed with relief, but his sobs turned to anguish as they walked right past it. “W-where-?” “I told you.” Anubis spoke as matter-of-factly as Joseph had. “You owe the student body a gift.” “Hwha? B-but this is a co-ed dorm!” He mewled. Anubis gave his tail a playful tug. “It is.” “B-but you can’t take me down there!” “Relax. The only way they’ll see your cock is through your undies.” “P-please, sir, Anubis, Joseph, whoever. P-please, merCYYYYYYYY!” Anubis bounced him again. “No mercy for the wedgied, I’m afraid. Or is that not how the expression goes?” Anubis brought him round each of the five floors of his dormitory, making sure to stop at each and every room on the way down. There were at least three bounces awarded per door, and at least thirteen rooms per floor. Flicker lost count at two hundred. Indeed, he lost most of his mind. He kept waiting for the pain to end, for the briefs to snap and tear and put an end to his torture. But his mom had bought quality. Though there were many popping and stretching noises that filled Flicker with false hope, they held strong through the entire descent to the lobby,. Everywhere they went, they gathered a crowd. By the time they reached the ground floor, the entire population of the residence was waiting for them in the recreation center. Anubis strode confidently over to a pool table. He stood on it, holding up the brain-melted fox for all to see. “Students, look before you!” He crowed. “Behold, a failure.” Flicker cried harder. “This student has gone on academic probation. He is in danger of failing out of this university. But if we could clean up his grades, he may yet be saved.” There was a cheer from the onlookers. “And every thorough cleaning.” Anubis continued. “Includes a good flossing.” “N-no.” Flicker groaned. But it mattered not what he wanted. Anubis took hold of an end of his briefs with each paw, his grin bigger than it had been all day. “Ready?” He whispered. Ready or not, Flicker found himself caught between a struggle for supremacy of his own underwear as the wolf tugged up and down. His shrieks came with renewed vigor as the fabric alternated between striking his tailhole and his poor smashed testicles. Anubis pulled the briefs with such intensity that the entirety of his nethers were displayed when the undies flossed his ass. “Eeeee! Eeeee! EEEEE!” He wailed, tears splashing into his mouth as his whines filled the rec room. It hurt so much. It was like a friction burn from design class, but unending, and on both of his most sensitive areas at once. As he wept, helplessly suspended by Anubis, students brought out their phones to record his domination. They laughed at him, the horrible sound filling him with shame. And none laughed louder than Anubis. He had nearly passed out by the time the briefs finally gave way. They snapped clean in two, sending him crashing to the floor. He landed on his stomach with legs spread, not even having the strength to roll to his side. His entire body burned, and he wasn’t sure if the cause was the pain or the total and complete humiliation of being flossed in front of all his peers. He sobbed pathetically, unable to do anything else. “Let that be a lesson to you.” Anubis told the assembled crowd. “This university expects excellence. Anyone who achieves less than that.” He lowered his voice. “Will meet a similar fate. Now, scram.” The spectators dispersed as quickly as they had came, sharing the videos amongst themselves as they left the lobby. Anubis took a moment to admire the fox’s small undie-burned ass and fluffy balls now raw from the flossing. Then, from his belt he pulled out a second pair of Star Wars briefs and shimmied them up Flicker’s bare legs, stopping at his knees. “Alright Sparky. Let’s get you taken care of.” He crossed to the door to the outside of the dorm. Opening it, he gathered several pawfuls of snow. He stuck it in the crotch and rear of the briefs, then pulled them all the way up and did the tail strap, the Republic logo staring back at him from Flicker’s rump. He cupped his ass one more time. “There we go. Much better.” Flicker cried out softly as the ice in his briefs touched his sensitive testicles. But, as uncomfortable as it was, his pain was slightly numbed from the cold snow. The fox had a vague idea of being carried gently up four flights of stairs. He felt the arid air of the hallway on his fur, then the familiar scent of his dorm and finally, the sweet soft relief of his bed. Zekrom was tucked under his chin, and the duvet was pulled over his still-quivering frame. The last thing he thought he heard before he passed out from humiliated exhaustion was a very formal voice wishing him good luck. He slept through the rest of the day. It was dark by the time he awoke in a cold sweat. Eyes wild, he looked back and forth in his apartment, but he was mercifully alone. He dragged himself out of bed. It hurt to move. His lower half was badly chafed all over, and the briefs had ridden up his rear in his sleep, giving him a painful ribbing every time he moved. He stripped them off, not bothering to put on other clothes as he managed to waddle naked to his couch. On his coffee table were three objects. The first, was a note. I have taken care of your little slip up. Do try to prevent it from happening again. - Joseph The second object was a manila envelope. With shaking paws, he opened it. Inside was the notice of academic probation. On the form was a big red seal of the word ‘repealed’. He breathed out deeply, shaking his head in utter confusion. It was then that he saw the last object. It was wrapped in beautiful blue and gold paper. Flicker winced as he sat down, fiddling a little to get comfortable. Inside was a package of new white briefs with a golden ankh on their seat and a mirror. Against his better judgment, he opened the package with shaking paws. He slid a pair on, unable to stop the fabric from rubbing painfully against his legs. He could tell they were extremely durable, made of the finest materials. He shakily got to his feet and looked in the mirror. They were tight, hugging his rump nicely, encasing his sheath and balls comfortably. What’s more, the soft cotton material soothed the searing pain in his nethers. There was a card attached to the package. He shivered as he read it. For when we meet again, Sparky. - Anubis Flicker groaned for the umpteenth time in twenty-four hours. It looked like it was going to be a painful Christmas after all.