Well as Fur Affinity can't handle cover art like So Furry can I am posting this separate, to the story, which can be found here http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19696382/ (warning story is adult and contains explicit sex in places)

Art by the amazing  thrushes who I would recommend if you are looking for a good quality work and he produced it quickly and was very polite and professional.

Here's a little of the story to give you a taste. This clip is appropriate for the rating above, the story itself has a gay sex scene included so please don;t read if that would upset you.

Real ale Russian roulette, that's what it was. Of course the student union in Sunderland University wasn't much. Just a small bar with a pool table, not really enough space for a pool table, but it was a student union and a union room without a bar and a pool table was unheard of. Well except maybe at those posh uni's like Oxford and Cambridge, where the students sip port, smoke cigars and play snooker with their butler racking up for them.

Maybe it wasn't like that in those schools, but then Adam wouldn’t know because he had been turned down by both of them, at the last fucking moment, apparently something about an administrative cock up. Which he knew was bureaucrat for somebody with a big cheque book wanted his doctorate for their less than bright child. Well fuck them, he would get his doctorate at a local school and make a career out of it. Of course while Oxford and Cambridge have centuries of history and oh a boat race! Sunderland had beer and plenty of it, the university had many brewing courses after all it was England and one thing an Englishman loves most is a good pint of real ale.

Thousands of students were learning how to make a proper pint; some were good at it, others not so. All of their concoctions ended up behind the taps at the student union. No names on the beer, no knowing what awaited when the barman pulled that pump. It could be a black as midnight in the bottom of a disused coal mine. Or so light it was like sunshine filtering through the window in the morning and all the shades in between. Glorious chestnut reds, browns and some oddly foamy blondes. Either way there was no way of knowing what the taste would be, appearances meant nothing. You might be about to sup a taste of the divine, or you might be about to taste the most vile demon excrement. There was only one way to know and that was to lift the pint and put it to your lips. Real ale Russian roulette.

"Blarg!" Adam snarled as he slammed down his glass. "Fucking swill!" Another looser, hopefully the student behind the vile swill would learn fast, or be driven out by a mob of students with torches and pitchforks determined to ensure he never created another monster.

"Hey, you know the rules," the barman observed tapping a small sign in front of the four pumps. 'No refunds, no bitching, all glasses must be emptied'. For twenty pence, you couldn't find a cheaper pint, of course sometimes the price was far, far greater than just twenty pence.

The young polar bear looked at the black piss in his glass, it tasted like it had been extracted right from the arse of Satan himself. Never-the-less rules were rules. With heroism far outmatching Galahad as he quested for the Grail the bear picked up the glass, tipped it in silent salute to the barman, a sign of respect for the man who had pulled him many drinkable pints. Then he downed the pint as quickly as he could and hoped his stomach would let him hold the vile swill down. "Fuck me this is rotten stuff!"

"Ah!" the wolf behind the bar interjected placing a finger on the sign beside the 'no bitching'.

"Sorry, get me a pint off the number two tap and let's see if my luck improves," the bear replied with a smile and a wink. The black wolf behind the bar was quite handsome, sadly the bear had seen him hitting on anything female with a pulse. With a grin the wolf grabbed a clean...ish glass and reached out for the number two pump.

"I hear this one is... drinkable," the lupine observed as he placed the pint and took the twenty pence. Of course the bear could always give up if it wasn't and just buy a pint of something commercially made to taste ok. However, even if he was working on his doctorate he was a student, just like any undergrad, and that meant he would drink the cheap piss and lump it. It still got you drunk, even if the hangover the next day was a lot rougher, you could be pissed on a quid; depending on your luck at the pumps.

The second pint did prove to be drinkable, malty, hoppy but a little too bitter for his tastes. However, this was a pint to savour it was not only drinkable it was pleasant, and that was quite rare. The bear turned to look out at the evening’s talent. Or sadly the lack of talent. He could see quite a few undergrads, a bull was hitting on a hyena chick as he taught her to play pool. A group of students were gathered watching the footy on the tiny T.V in the corner. They were all straight, Adam had really good gaydar, plus he'd subtly hit on every one of them before and they... well at least none of them had outed him publicly.

It was the eighties, well just, attitudes were changing but there was still plenty of bigotry around. His parents would shit a brick if they knew what their bear son had done with men in the safety of his dorm room. Hell, he wasn't even sure he wanted to be Dr Gisborn, after all he was way too laid back and fun to ever be a proper doctor. Well at least it was just marine biology. A study into the impacts of trawling on the development and life cycle of sabellaria spinulosa reef features. It even sounded dull to him and he was writing the bloody thing.

The last person he spied was a rabbit, a black bunny sitting alone with a folder of notes, he was pouring over, and a pint of some unidentified ale sitting almost untouched. A small pair of specks balanced on his pink nose. The splash of pink on his black face made for a striking contrast, much like the pink of his inner ears. The rabbit was quite lithe, unlike Adam who had a far more natural chunky polar bear appearance. Green eyes were staring intently at his notepad.

Whoever he was there was one thing for certain he was pinging on Adam's gaydar. In fact as the hyena cheek bent over for a shot, less than a few meters from the rabbit, his eyes didn't twitch to her ass. Unlike the eyes of the guys watching the footy, who nudged each other and whispered excitedly. Or her bull paramour, who oogled both her ass and breasts in alternate shots. Though the way she was smiling and responding to his flirting the bear was sure the bovine was going to have a fun night between those brown and grey thighs.

The bear himself fancied spending a night between some sleek black thighs. Rabbits were a favourite of his, his first lover had been a bunny runner in high school. The two had fooled around in the changing rooms at his high school. A dangerous place to explore your emerging and forbidden lust for men. The stink of so many musks in their lungs, as their paws and tongues explored each other. It had been a brief affair, just three dalliances, sadly the rabbit had gotten scared when the bear told him he wanted to fuck. Not that he blamed the rabbit, the bear had never bottomed. That was something that he as an alpha male shouldn't do. Fortunately as a science student in university he had found plenty of guys willing to 'experiment'.

Learning had been the reason he had taken his degree and his masters. Of course his parents had no idea just what he was learning on the side. How to spot the signs, how to make gentle overtures, to investigate and just exactly how to fuck a guy so roughly and thoroughly they cum so hard they almost forget to breath. Sadly he only got certificates to confirms his Bsc (with honours) and his Msc. They don't give guys an Mfc (with dishonours) a masters of fucking, but the bear was sure he could have earned one. It was a shame they didn't run that course, after all the practical exam would be fun, as would the oral.

With a pint in his paw and a spring in his step he wandered over to the rabbit, gave him a broad grin, "you mind some company?"

The rabbit glanced up at him through his small round glasses, his blue eyes slowly inspected the bear. "It's a free country." The rabbit muttered waving at the chair opposite. His accent was definitely southern, it was hard for the bear to place. So definitely not a local and to Adam that made him a posh boy. Not that there was anything wrong with that, the bear had enjoyed being the bit of rough for many a posh little cocksucker. It was fun to make those little rich daddy's boys into his bitches.

"Thanks mate, I don't think I've seen you in here before," the bear observed it wasn't exactly original but then the rabbit's initial reaction hadn't exactly been welcoming, so he was treading a little extra carefully.

"That would almost certainly be due to the fact I only started on my doctoral program this week and have hitherto been unable to partake in the social aspects of this... university," the bear noticed the significant pause, so he knew the posh rich boy had a problem being in a northern school.

"Yeah, well it weren't my first choice either, sadly Oxford fucked me over and I didn't fancy a year of flipping burgers before I try for it again," the bear sad taking a sip of his number two. "Besides for all I knew somebody's daddy would open their cheque book again."

With a deep sigh the rabbit gave him a look that said somehow succinctly in one glance 'do you really think someone bribed their way above you?' However, he quickly returned his attention back to the papers in his folder.

"What are you doing?" The bear asked, feeling that he was definitely not going to be taking this rabbit back to his dorm room for a quick mount and stuff. Of course he wasn't about to give up just yet, he just needed to find a way in and then he would be so in.

"I am trying to design my survey schedule for next month," the rabbit replied with a snort of annoyance looking up at the bear again, letting him know just how much he was disturbing him.

"Ooh, what are you surveying? Name's Adam by the way," persistence was his middle name, well ok it was William, but William Persistence.

"I wish to study the Nephrops ground off Blyth," replied the rabbit without looking up from his page this time. He was clearly hoping that if he just kept focusing on his folder the annoying northern bear would go away.

"Oh, are you using a two meter beam trawl for that or something more specific? Oh and have you spoken to the local fisherman, you don't want to piss off those guys by stealing their catch?" Adam asked leaning back in his chair as he watched the rabbit's ears shoot up and his head lift.

"You know about fishing surveys?" He asked as if doubtful that anyone from the wasteland of the north east could ever possibly know anything about anything.

"Sure, I did an extensive study of those nephrops grounds as part of my masters project. I was looking at the spoil heaps from the port to see what impact their dredge was having on the grounds," Adam smiled internally as the rabbit was suddenly looking at him like he wasn't a major annoyance. “The area is a historic fly ash dumping ground from the sixties. I found some of the ash conglomerations in my trawls, consolidated stuff. I ran a few standard contaminations tests on them.”

"You did? I... I don't suppose you would be able to let me see a copy of your results?" The rabbit asked leaning forward eagerly, his tone and posture changing totally. No longer defensive he was more open and eager. This was definitely something Adam could work with and on.

Adam smiled and leaned a little forward locking his eyes with the rabbit and smiled broadly, "well I dunno, I mean I don't even know your name."

For the first time the rabbit showed signs of shame, as if he realised how he had been acting, "Richard, Richard Grahams." The rabbit held out a paw and the bear snatched it and shook it firmly, lightly squeezing the warm hand, placing his other paw over it.

"Delighted to meet you, now if you want I still have the report on a floppy, I could print it out for you tomorrow, when the computer room opens up," Adam offered, it was a little bit a sneaky way of ensuring he got the rabbit's number.

"S..sure," Richard replied slightly disappointed the bear wasn't able to share a copy instantly. "So you already have your masters?"

"Well I wouldn't be much of a doctoral candidate without it, got it at Newcastle, my undergrad was at Birmingham," he could see the rabbit's eyes opening slightly wide. Newcastle and especially Birmingham were good universities. Suddenly the mention of Oxford wasn't just a bit of false bravado the bear might actually have been considered as a candidate. What Adam wasn't about to mention was his study could be found in the library; in issue two-hundred and twenty-eight of the journal of Applied Marine Ecology. Although he knew the rabbit would be impressed, he wanted to save that for later, maybe after he got the bunny to his dorm room.

"So what gear did you use," the rabbit asked eagerly and reached into his pocket pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Those things'll kill you," observed the bear as he watched the rabbit light up. Adam took a pull on his pint, he'd slept with more than a couple of guys who smoked, it was still fun but the taste wasn't exactly pleasant. He made a mental note to get some gum on the way to his dorm.

"Yeah I know, but they help me focus," the rabbit replied as he put his folder down for a moment.

Adam smiled and leaned in a little closer and asked in his lowest husky voice, "what exactly would you like to focus on tonight?"