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Part 1: https://sofurry.com/s/1YAVYyy1

“In the middle of their common room!” Cecelia somehow managed to whisper and scream at the same time. “What if someone walked by and saw?”

“A few of the boys did,” I confessed nonchalantly. The three of us, Cecelia, Neela, and myself were huddled in the corner of our sorority’s kitchen. They had finally managed to corner me for gossip as I was trying to make tea. It was two days after Val had put me through my paces at the Kappa Nu Tau frat house. Despite my casual tone I was still buzzing from the sheer audacity of the threesome.

Neela narrowed her eyes at me from her perch on the counter, the jolteon looking like a remarkably spikey loaf. “And your boy was totally fine with sharing?”

I rolled my eyes at the possessive in her sentence, but didn't bother to explain yet again that Val wasn't my boyfriend. “He was the one who orchestrated all of it, actually. I just did what he told me to do.”

Cecilia covered her mouth, her lips moving silently behind them. One of Neela’s ears flicked. When she lowered her hands, her voice was anxious and fretful. “And you just let all of them watch you, you know…”

I grinned. It felt like those hungry eyes hadn't left me, all of them just itching, desperate for an opportunity to ravage and devour my body. It was addictive, being desired, and I think some of that glee leaked out in my words. “I told them I'd give the whole frat a turn at the party.”

Cecilia's shocked gasp echoed off the kitchen tiles. Neela shook her head slowly, but she was smiling. “Well you don't do things by half measures, huh? If that doesn't let you figure out what you're looking for, then nothing will. Speaking of, did you learn anything about yourself from your little threesome?”

Despite my fairly active and enjoyable sex life with Val, I had found myself feeling… unfulfilled. It certainly wasn't the quantity or quality of sex, that much I knew. The espeon scratched my itches better than any of my other rare flings. But I was just missing something, and I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

Sifting out my deeper feelings from the surface excitement and arousal took a moment. “I don't think so,” I finally concluded. “I mean, it was definitely fun. I'm not sure it was what I was trying to find, but it was a good time. Maybe I just need to go harder,” I mused, mostly just to provoke Cecelia. “It was just a threesome, after all.”

“There's no such thing as just a threesome!” Cecelia interjected, sounding scandalized. “And what do you mean, learned about yourself? Don't you and Val love each other?”

Neela snorted in laughter, the jolteon almost rolling off the counter. My human pledge-classmate hadn't been present when I had confessed my concerns to Neela. “She's afflicted with “wonder-lust,” she clarified to Cecelia, clearly enunciating the vowel so her play on words wasn't lost. “Girl’s so used to what she's got that she thinks she needs more.”

I frowned. Was that really how it was? The characterization was harsh, though it was true that Val and I had a good thing going. A strong friendship, with benefits even. But surely I shouldn't settle for it, right? Or was it already so good, and I just wasn't appreciative of what I had?

I was fished out from my thoughts by Cecelia grabbing my arm. “You can't! You and Val are so good together, everyone can see it!”

I looked at her exasperatedly. “We really aren't a thing, Cecelia.”

She shook her head. “That makes absolutely no sense,” she muttered, before walking out of the kitchen.

Neela raised her eyebrows at me. “She might be naive, but she is right. Everyone can see you two are good together.”

I sighed, pushing down my annoyance. “It'll be fine. Even if the party isn't what I'm looking for, I don't think it'll change anything with me and Val. If anything, he seems even more excited to let his pack loose on me. He's a reasonable guy; we've survived worse.”

“Some people don't understand what they want until it's too late,” Neela replied sagely. “That's another one from my ma.” She hopped off the counter. “But I'm not your ma, so make your own choices girl.” She trotted out of the kitchen.

“Thanks. I think.” It was good that the impromptu interrogation was wrapping up now anyways, because Val was supposed to be coming over soon. It saved me the trouble of excusing myself from the conversation. Kappa Nu Tau’s initiation was tonight.

A few minutes later, the espeon announced himself with a sharp single rap at the door, ignoring the doorbell. When I opened the door for him, he sauntered in. Someone less familiar with him might have mistaken his demeanor as sedate, but I saw the small smirk on the corner of his muzzle, the subtle flick in the swaying of his tail. Espeon body language was closer to feline than canine. He was extremely pleased with himself.

“Your room?” he prompted, heading up the stairs before I even responded. I smiled and bounded after him, my heart starting to race from more than just the exertion.

When I got to my room he shrugged off the messenger bag he had been carrying and locked the door behind me. “Hey Sock,” he leered, but not in an unwelcome way.

“What’s got you all satisfied, huh?” I laughed. It was rare to see him in such a fine fettle.

“I’ve cooked up a few more surprises for you,” he lilted coyly. “I wasn’t sure whether it’d all arrive on time, but they did.”

“Arrived? You ordered… stuff? Any hints?” I was torn between anticipation and trepidation.

“Oh, I’d never ruin the surprise,” he demurred wickedly. “You’ll have to find out when it happens to you.” The espeon eyed me speculatively. “For what it’s worth, I think it’ll be really hot.”

My cheeks burned under his examination. Part of me thought that I'd be beyond embarrassment after being spit-roasted in front of an audience, but somehow Val managed to make me feel naked and exposed still. What perverse designs did he have for my body? What was he imagining as he looked me up and down, surely envisioning me vulnerable and helpless to resist his strange machinations?

“I guess I'll find out soon enough,” I breathed. Having shared my bed with the espeon countless times in the last year, I was well aware that he had some less conventional tastes. They were often fun enough to indulge, like a little roughness in bed that left me with fun marks to coyly hide beneath a scarf, or some creative bondage. But seeing how easily he had thrown us into a threesome, I wondered if I'd just scratched the surface of his kinks.

“For now though, we've got to make sure you're ready.”

“Ready how?” Despite still being largely smooth from waxing, I had shaved again earlier to catch any stray hairs. Thoren had seemed quite taken by the novelty of bare skin, and if that carried over to the other canines I wouldn't want to disappoint.

“You know, get you dressed in something the boys will enjoy.” He raised a brow. “If you want, make sure you're nice and fired up for the main event.”

I snickered a little. “Trying to get a piece of the action before anyone else does? Won't the boys be pissed that you're cutting in line?” If I had been worried about Val thinking about me differently after the threesome, this would have dispelled those fears handily. “But sure, we can… pregame.”

“Great.” The espeon stretched languidly. “But business before pleasure,” he said without a hint of irony. “Let's see what we're working with here.”

If any other boy had started rummaging through my underwear drawer without even bothering to ask permission, he'd have found himself tossed out rather unceremoniously. With Val, it didn't even feel like an intrusion. I stood up and looked over his shoulder. He had pulled out the drawer and was propping his forepaws on it, pulling out pieces for consideration with telekinesis.

“I'm a little surprised you're bothering to have me in clothes at all,” I remarked as a lacey slip of fabric was set aside. “I imagined you'd just have me naked and up for grabs the whole night.”

“Oh we'll get there eventually.” The look in his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder could only be described as smoldering. “But the nice part about having a human as the knot sock is that there's all that taboo with you guys and nudity. You can be so much more exposed, just by taking off your clothes.” For a moment, he almost sounded wistful.

“And the more slowly it happens, the more the boys are going to want to see what's hidden. They'll be drooling over you by the time you're naked.”

Even I had to swallow at that fervent description. “Well, what's caught your eye?” Val had accumulated a small pile of lingerie from my collection. I had to admit that I probably had more than was practical. But when Val pulled out a familiar lacey bralette and panties, I couldn't find it in me to feel regret.

“I'll admit I have a soft spot for these.” It was the pair I had worn when we'd first met while rushing. He considered them for a moment, then put them aside. “But we probably want something more daring tonight.”

The next piece wouldn't qualify as underwear even by a generous margin. Three separate thin belts of black elasticized fabric were intended to go around my thighs and waist. Nothing joined them - it was like someone cut out the outline of underwear and didn't bother filling it in. They covered nothing at all.

“I haven't seen these before.” Val tilted his head at me questioningly.

“They're new.” I was surprised he could figure out what they even were. “But I'd hardly call these a slow strip tease. I might as well just be naked.”

“Maybe we'll combine it with another piece. You can strip down until you're only left in these.” He pawed through the remainder of the pile before coming up with a g-string. Befitting the occasion, it was more sexy than practical - vanishingly small, cut dangerously low, and sheer to the point of being non-existent. “But you can wear this for now.”

I accepted the pieces from him, setting it onto my bed. The way he just casually commanded me like he owned me - permitting me my clothing - sent a delightful tingle down my spine. “What about the bra?”

“What about it?” Val asked, deadpan, before he broke and a small smile snuck onto his muzzle. Part of me wouldn't have been surprised if he’d had me topless, but the espeon had other plans for me. “I was thinking of using this,” he rummaged about his bag that had been lying forgotten by my door. Out came a roll of black tape.

“Just tape over my nipples?”

“You like the idea?”

“It's real slutty, isn't it?” I grinned.

“So you do like it.” Val turned back to my lingerie pile. “But maybe we can find something that'll frame them nicely.” I watched him browse through some of my bras, amused. I hadn't realized that he'd put so much thought into gift wrapping me. I'd have to let him play dress up more often.

With a grunt of feigned disappointment, he put the last piece aside. “There's nothing that's quite like what I want. You'll just have to go tits out, I guess.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh no, what a shame. I'm sure you're heartbroken.” I sat down on my bed, Val setting down the bundle of lingerie next to me. It was thrillingly small, enough that I could hide all of it in one fist. “So what now? I asked, putting my hands up above my head and stretching. I made sure to stick my chest out invitingly.

“We still have a few hours before we need to go to the frat house,” Val noted slyly. “And other than getting you dressed, there isn't much else to do. We'll have to pass the time somehow.”

I smirked at his transparent intentions. “And just what do you have in mind?”

“Something which involves you wearing a lot less clothing.”

I laughed, pulling off my shirt in response. He looked to the side, his eyes unfocused, and a moment later I felt my bra unclip behind me from his telekinesis. A quick shimmy and I was out of my leggings, bare naked before the espeon.

It was different from when we did it with Thoren. There Val had been performative, almost seductive in a way, coaxing the mightyena into giving in to his base desires. He had been focused on presenting me as an object of desire, and I, being one. I had been riding the unfamiliar high of being exposed where anyone in the frat could see me, of being taken, being used, being sluttier and bolder than I had ever been.

With just the two of us, things were familiar. Sure, Val still put on a performance, but it was just for the two of us. I was naked, but he had seen me naked more times than I could count. There was no sense of exposure, just the blushing warmth when I saw the appreciative look that I could still evoke from him.

A paw lightly pushed me, the bed bouncing slightly as I let myself fall back into it. Val stepped up to straddle me, his paws on my shoulders in a suggestion of a pin. It was an interesting quirk of our respective forms - the espeon was too light and physically delicate to actually manhandle me. In fact I could easily overpower him so long as he didn't use his telekinesis. But when he did, I was utterly helpless against it, his psychic grip as unyielding and implacable as steel.

Sometimes I'd really struggle, and make him restrain me just for the thrill of it, but a lot of the time it remained just as a seductive undercurrent of our dynamic, like today. As I gave a token show of resistance, the gem on Val’s forehead glowed faintly, and before I knew it I was spread eagle, my arms drawn out, my legs open wide and leaving every last fold and cease of myself on display.

He wasn't done. A bundle of ropes flew out of his bag, their ends surging towards my limbs. In less than a minute, I was tied into that compromising position. “How are you so good at ropes?” I marveled, testing the give on each of my limbs. There was very little.

“It's actually a training exercise that kids do to improve their telekinetic dexterity.” Val replied casually, inspecting his work.

“What, tie up really pretty girls?”

My captor chose to take my statement at face value. “No, tying knots and untying them. The really pretty girl is a bonus. It's actually pretty challenging when you're starting out.” Without any telekinetic powers of my own, I had to take his word for it. I had more important things in mind anyways.

“Well, you've got me where you want me.” I wiggled, enticing him to take his due. “What are you going to do to me? You gonna fuck me good and senseless so your boys don't steal me away?” I didn't think Val was actually concerned about the possibility. He wasn't the jealous type.

The espeon regarded me with mild amusement. “I said I'd get you nice and horny for the main event, not wear you out. It's gonna be a long night for you.” He brushed a paw against my pussy, making me pull against my bonds languidly. “So we better save your orgasms for later right?”

“Wait.” It took me a moment to comprehend his horrifying statement. “Val!” A whine had slipped into my voice against my will. “It's hours until the party; are you really not gonna let me cum the whole time?”

There was no mercy in the small smile he gave me. “Yeah.” The relish in his voice was tangible. “By the time I'm done with you all the boys will smell how desperate you are.”

With that foreboding statement, he got to work. Methodical, creative, and oh so skilled, Val devoted all those virtues to the vice of edging me out of my fucking mind. His tongue, his paws, his tail, and of course his telekinesis - everything at his disposal he brought to bear against me, pleasuring me to an inch of the precipice but never once letting me peak.

He started with his tongue, strong and dextrous, lapping between my legs, grazing and caressing my clit, bringing me torturously close to finishing, then holding me there, slowly running up and down my slit idly as I thrashed and begged fruitlessly.

At some point he lay against my side and started running his paws over my body, exploring the curve of my waist, idly grazing a nipple, occasionally reaching down to give my pussy a firm rubbing before leaving me to stew. When he started humping my side, I twisted, trying to offer myself for the taking, but he instead settled between my legs just to run his erection along my slit, teasing at penetration with each stroke but ultimately never allowing it until his shaft was slick with my juices and the fur of his sheath soaked.

It felt like an eternity, and in that interminable timespan I think I lost my mind. “Please,” I begged countless times, beyond shame; everything was beyond me but the desire, the visceral need to get off. “Please let me cum Val!”

It was almost a surprise when he actually responded, lifting his matted muzzle from between my legs where he had settled for another round of torturous cunnilingus. “How about this? If you suck me off well enough, I'll fuck you.” It took no thought at all for me to agree.

Eager to earn my reward, I set to attending to him with a vigor. The angle was bad for deep throating, but he didn't go for it anyways - he had basically all the control, fucking my mouth and taking his pleasure at his whim, using me like a toy.

I was so occupied I didn't notice his tail until it spread me, one fork of the split claiming my pussy, while the other teased at my ass. I moaned around his length, playing my tongue around it happily as my body thrilled to the first penetration of the night.

Some time later, Val dismounted my face, letting his dripping cock slap heavily onto my chest. “Ready?” he asked with a hint of cheekiness. I was far beyond ready, making an incoherent sound of lust. “Good, let's do this.”

I groaned breathlessly as he entered me, rolling my hips and clenching needily as he got up to speed. I was close, but he was closer from my hard work, and as I felt a familiar rhythmic throbbing from the shaft embedded in me, an implacable force pinned my hips, holding me in place for him without an inch of give.

I didn't understand why he was using his psychic powers to hold me still at first, until I realized that he was done, flooding me with his release and sighing happily - and I was still wanting. Belatedly, I tried to hump against him, but his telekinesis held me motionless, and when I started clenching on him in a fruitless attempt at getting off, he pulled out, letting a stream of his cum drool from my slit - he hadn't even knotted me.

“None of that now,” he reproached me, as if I were a bad girl for wanting to get off after hours of teasing. I made an incoherent noise of frustration. His telekinetic hold on me finally faded, letting my hips thrust pointlessly into the air, before I flopped back onto my bed. I pulled against the ropes again, straining for just enough give to rub my thighs against each other, but of course they held fast.

“Fuck you.”

He made a show of checking my phone. “Nah, we don't have enough time before the party. Thanks for getting me off though.” He smirked at me, knowing fully well that he was playing the villain. He was still dripping cum onto my mound from where he stood straddling me. “I really needed that after all my hard work.”

“Val, I fucking hate you sometimes.” There wasn't any real heat to my words. I was still buzzing, horny and sensitive beyond belief, though the immediacy of my impending climax had receded. I couldn’t remember ever being so desperate to cum - the prospect of a frat full of boys to fuck me senseless was more appealing than ever.

“Are you going to be good and not touch yourself if I let you go?” he asked me tauntingly.

Part of me wanted to rub myself to completion the moment he untied me. But if desperately needy was how Val wanted me going into the night… I felt a rush of heat from the thought. “Yeah. How are you so good at this?”

“I just do things I think I'd enjoy.”

“No,” I smirked, “I mean how are you so good at being an asshole?” His words hit me. “Wait, does that mean there's a secret sub inside you?”

He twitched his muzzle. “You'll have to try me sometime and see.”

To his credit, he took me at my word, not insisting on accompanying me when I went to the bathroom to clean his mess out of me. I was even careful not to enjoy the showerhead too much. When I returned to my room he had my clothing laid out.

If you could even call it that. A roll of electrician's tape and some scraps of cloth would also describe it adequately. I draped my towel over my laundry basket and stood by the bed. Val looked like he could be working on a craft project, carefully cutting a V in a piece of tape. He squinted between my legs, then back down at the tape, making some adjustments before looking at me again, this time actually at my face.

“Hold still.” The tape with the notch cut in it, just a few inches long, levitated towards my pussy. With a clinical eye, he smoothed it against my slit. The strip was just barely wide enough to hide my folds. When I looked down, I could see the V framing my clit, the hood peeking out over the tape.

“You missed a spot.”

“Did not.” Val placed his paws on my thighs and licked right up the tape, running the length of his tongue over my clit and coaxing it out along with a whimper that had me clutching his head. “See, it’s perfect.”

“You…” I paused to steady my voice, and my legs. “You’ll see it right through those panties, you know that right?” I was more amused than concerned. After all, if I was going to be fucked by the boys, a more risque tease was hardly going to make a difference. Val had really put a lot of thought into this.

“That’s the plan.” The espeon got back to work. The nipple tape was just a simple X over my tits, and I pulled on the panties and decorative elastic bands easily enough. I walked around experimentally. There was a lot more… bouncing than I was used to. Then, it was time to go. “Well, that’ll have to do I guess.” It looked perfect to me. “Let’s go.”

“Sure, let me just grab something to wear over this.” I figured it would be an exercise in futility to fully dress up, but a t-shirt or coat would do the trick for the walk over.

Val stepped between me and the closet. “What if I didn’t let you?” He grinned. “What if I made you walk over just like this? You’re decent, everything important is covered.”

I paused, looking down at myself. There was no reality in which I was decent. I looked like a cheap streetwalker. But Val had asked, posing it as a hypothetical. He was asking my permission, despite his phrasing. I walked over to the window and peered through the blinds. Our street was residential, but it was also greek row and it was initiation week. There wasn’t any way I was walking across to KNT’s frathouse without being seen. I took a breath. “Ok, let’s go.”

“Yes!” Visibly excited, Val shrugged his bag over his back and trotted out the door and down the stairs. I followed more slowly, pulling on a pair of flats after considering a pair of heels and deciding I probably wouldn't be wearing them for too long anyways.

We didn't run into anyone on our way out, though my skin prickled from imagined eyes the whole time. I emerged into the street with the streetlights just flickering on in the gathering twilight. It felt surprisingly normal at first, at least until we passed a rattata who tripped over his own paws while doing a double take at my near-nudity. His eyes followed me as we walked past.

After that, it took all my mustered conviction to walk with confidence; to keep my hands by my sides and not to cover myself up. I forced myself not to look down at my body, not to question whether people noticed my exposed clit behind the translucent panties, to snarl fiercely when someone catcalled me from across the street.

Before I had a chance to get used to the idea, it was over, Val holding the door of KNT’s frat house for me as I strode in. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as the door clicked shut behind me, dropping to a crouch and pulling Val against me in a tight hug.

“Fuck.” I took another deep breath, before hoisting Val up and bouncing on the balls of my feet with barely-contained energy. “Fuck, I can't believe I just did that. Arceus, I'm shaking.” I'd be hard pressed to say whether it was excitement or nerves at that moment, but I was buzzing with energy.

Val made a muffled noise of complaint, his forepaws pressing into my chest. “Sorry,” I giggled a little uncontrollably, letting him down.

“You'd think you'd be more nervous for the gangbang than walking across the street,” Val noted.

“But now everyone knows I'm about to be gangbanged.” Rumors would spread about who slipped into KNT during initiation night, I was sure of it.

Val tilted his head, regarding me curiously. After a moment, he postulated, “and that's a positive?”

“It's exciting.”

“Hmm.” He sounded speculative.

I pulled off my shoes, leaving them in the empty shoe rack placed there for human visitors. Val waited for me before guiding me towards the common room.

Muffled sounds of conversation leaked through the door, sounding upbeat and anticipatory. Someone made a joke, and the boys laughed. In the following lull, Val ushered me closer. “The party starts with a formal dinner,” he said, his voice low. The pledges will wait the table as their last initiation task. Then Jorge will swear them in, and the after party starts.”

“Ok, what am I supposed to do then?” I had crouched down next to him conspiratorially.

“Enjoy the dinner, for now. Look enticing. Make the pledges excited for what's to come. I'll give you more instructions after dinner.” He straightened. “Ready? Let's go.”

I paused for a moment, my hand on the door handle. I took a deep breath. Released it. “Let's do this.” I pulled the door open, letting him step through before following him in.

The room immediately fell silent, before erupting in cheers and wolf (heh) whistles at the sight of me. I noticed Thoren first, his eyes nearly falling out of his head as he took in my state of dress. A few of the other boys stood out - Jorge, the manectric’s expression schooled into smooth disinterest, Chaddius’ head whipping around to stare at me intensely - but for the most part the universal reaction was noisily appreciative.

I couldn't help but tease. “You'd think you haven't been knot deep in me with the way you're staring, Thoren!” The boys laughed, their attention diverted to the embarrassed mightyena.

Someone “Yeah Thoren, you look like you're the pledge about to get laid for the first time.” The room ragged on the hapless mightyena for a moment, and in that time I managed to navigate to a seat.

The room had been rearranged for the occasion, the sofas pushed against the walls. A few rickety tables were pushed together in the center of the room, dressed up with disposable paper tablecloths and placemats for a veneer of sophistication. Some of the seats were claimed, but many of the boys had opted to lounge around the small kitchen instead. All of them were at least vaguely familiar to me.

“Where’re the pledges?” I asked.

Chaddius barked a laugh. “She's looking for her victims already!”

Jorge interrupted him with a raised brow. “They're getting cleaned up for the party after initiation. We'll bring them in when the food is ready.”

I looked at the unattended kitchen pointedly. “What's cooking?”

Val scoffed. “I ordered catering. Trust me, you do not want to be eating what some of these clowns try to cook.”

A round of good natured accusations and protestations followed, during which I hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter next to Thoren. Like the room, the boys had also attempted to dress up, a smattering of nice collars and watches adorning the canines. Some had made an effort at grooming, and a few piercings had been swapped out for more formal jewelry. Val was the exception, looking like a ruffian with his sex-rumpled fur and entirely unselfconscious about it.

“Hey, um, Sock.” Thoren was distracted by me, flustered. “That's quite the outfit you've got…” he trailed off, sniffing the air. He homed towards my groin for a moment, before his mind caught up and he jerked back. “Sorry, I…” he trailed off again, “you smell so good.”

“Did you put your paw in your muzzle again, Thoren?” Chaddius had noticed the mightyena’s dazed expression, but as soon as he got near us, he also started sniffing. “Holy shit.” Shamelessly, he propped his forepaws on the counter and stuck his nose right up against my panties, taking a big inhale. “Damn she smells almost like she's in heat. What did you do to her Val?”

Just like that, I was the room’s center of attention again. Jorge’s eyes narrowed at the herdier between my legs disapprovingly. “Chad, you know it doesn't start until after-”

A flareon sitting at the table interrupted. “Wait, I can smell her from here.”

“Yooo she's got pussy tape under this.” Chaddius was inspecting me closely now. “You can see her clit though, daaaamn that's hot. I bet she's wet as fuck under that.” The herdier dropped to the floor and faced the room. “Dibs on first round after the pledges.”

With that, the room descended into chaos, everyone clambering to stake a claim on me in a cacophonic din. I saw Jorge rolling his eyes, giving up on establishing any sense of order. I could hardly contain my grin as more and more hungry gazes locked onto my flesh.

It was only Val’s return with the food that got them back in line. I hadn't noticed him leaving, but the door swung open to reveal an improbable amount of aluminum trays levitating around the espeon. “Food’s ready. Chad, get the pledges.”

A few barked orders later, Val had the pack busy unpacking the trays and setting out plates. A little more shepherding had us seated at the table. To my mild amusement, the boys put me in the position of honor at one of the ends, opposite Jorge.

When I mentioned this to Val, the espeon smiled. “Or maybe it's just easier for everyone to see you here.”

Before I had a chance to respond, the door slammed open again to disgorge Chaddius along with a cluster of wide eyed hounds. The mixed trepidation and excitement in their expressions meant they could only be the pledges. They immediately started whispering among themselves.

Though my end of the table was closest to the huddle, I could only catch fragments of their conversation.

“Bro, that food smells so good, do we seriously have to wait for the whole meal to eat?”

“Yo, who's the bitch? What's she doing here?”

“You can't call human girls that-”

“As long as she's not like that crazy sadistic jolteon I don't care what she's here for. My balls are still numb.”

“Wait, do you think the rumors are real? Do we get to-”

“I've never had a human before-”

“Your virgin ass never had anything before, Ian.” A round of boyish giggles followed that one, before Jorge stood, resting his forepaws on the table.

“Pledges, you've worked hard to overcome the obstacles we've placed before you, proved yourselves worthy to be men of Kappa Nu Tau. Tonight you begin serving your seniors, those who have stood in your shoes in years past. When you take the oath, you'll take your place and dine as one of us.”

I tuned the rest of the speech out, as Val gestured for me to step into the kitchen. “Know what this is?” The espeon dropped a strange metal contraption onto the counter, a nest of bent metal rods. It took me a moment to figure out what it was.

“That's a chastity cage, right?” I blurted out softly.

“Right.” He eyed me seriously. “Now this is a frat secret, so don't go talking about this to anyone else.” He waited for me to nod assent before going on. “To pass initiation, they have to wear one while pledging.”

“The whole time?” I was astonished. The process was almost two months long.

Val shook his head. “The last three weeks. But that's still a long time.” He tilted the device over with a paw to show me an indicator. “These are designed to be hidden entirely in a sheath, so they're not immune to tampering, but this mark should show if they've been removed. Like an anti theft shopping tag.”

“Wait.” A slow grin crept onto my face. “Did you have to wear one while you were pledging? Was that why you didn't take me up on my offer after we got back from the beach?”

Val gave me a secret smile. “Maybe.” A second later, he was all business again, the moment of intimacy passing. “You'll be taking them off from the boys once they all take the oath. Here's the locking mechanism.” He walked me through, letting me practice unlocking it a few times, before declaring me competent. We snuck back to the table just as Jorge wrapped up his speech.

“And most of all, remember that as brothers of Kappa Nu Tau, that you must keep our rituals secret. You've noticed our guest for tonight.” He nodded towards me, and immediately the room’s attention snapped onto me. “She's graciously volunteered to help us with the festivities tonight. Her identity is an absolute secret, and if any of you talk about what happens tonight or who she is you can expect to be kicked out unceremoniously.” He leveled a look at the pledges, then the rest of the brothers around the table. “For tonight you can call her the knot sock.”

The response to that was half cheer, half jeer, the boys’ hungry eyes roaming my body and reminding me that I was really closer to naked than clothed. But I had barely a moment to savor their attention before Val banished me from the kitchen, corralling the pledges to take my place and start portioning out the food.

A few minutes later one of the pledges padded up next to me, an Absol boy. “Can I offer you a drink, Miss?” He was surprisingly polite, his eyes never breaking contact from mine despite how I was clearly on display.

“What do you have?”

“Our selection is pretty limited,” he admitted, almost looking embarrassed. “But I can do a screwdriver, a cape codder, a tequila sunrise without the grenadine…” he floundered for a moment, as he saw my look of incomprehension.

“We have vodka or tequila with juice, or beer, Sock.” Val’s voice came from the kitchen, triggering a laugh from the room.

“You're too fancy, Travis!” Another of the pledges, a large arcanine barked, as he pushed out a cart of plates.

“I'll have a beer, Travis,” I smiled, sparing the Absol additional ridicule. He dipped his head elegantly and disappeared into the kitchen, being replaced shortly by the arcanine.

He deposited a plate in front of me with significantly less grace, preoccupied with undressing me with his eyes. “I'm looking forward to tonight,” he murmured without preamble.

“Oh?”

“Looking forward to seeing how well you can take my knot.” The rather large dog grinned with all the bravado of a frat boy knowing he was going to score.

The sad thing was, if the arcanine’s dick was only proportionate to his body’s size, his shaft alone would be challenging. His knot… I forced myself to stop speculating. He had thrown down a gauntlet, and I was not going to blush and stammer like some doll in a display case.

“I'll take you just fine.” I leveled a steady gaze at the dog, the dog wilting just the tiniest amount at the confidence I performed more than felt. “The question you should be asking is whether I'll remember you as the boy with more equipment than skill.”

A low “ohhh” came from the brothers on my side at the table who had overheard our exchange, along with a few jeers questioning the cocksure arcanine’s sexual ability. I caught his name - Edison apparently.

Edison rallied at the ribbing. “You'll like it. You'll see,” the cocksure dog promised, before sauntering away.

Travis came by with my beer shortly after, setting it on the table and popping it open adroitly with a claw. I turned my attention to my plate, heaping with pasta and chicken parm.

“I'd go easy on that if I were you.” Val slipped into the chair nearest to mine. “You won't want to be feeling bloated while showing off that throat of yours.” I gazed at my plate longingly, but forced myself to take my time eating. I recognized it being from Encarmine’s, a slightly upscale Italian place - at least as upscale as a college town restaurant got, serving broke students on dates.

“All done with your preparations?”

Val nodded.

“As much as we can do right now anyways. It'll be like herding cats all night.”

“Val!”

“What, you know it's true.” He was unrepentant. “Though this lot would give the felines a run for their money. All the pledges want to do is huddle in a corner, stare at you, and gossip.”

“As they should,” I preened. “Am I being enticing enough?”

“You could tease them a bit more.” I felt a small amount of embarrassment at the assessment. “Edison needs to be taken down a notch, but Travis could do with having more fun.”

“He's so polite though; I couldn't tell whether he was interested or not. He's like a fancy bartender. Just all poise.”

Val sighed. “Yeah he came from money, so he got all the rich kid manners drilled into him. Maybe you can get him out of his shell. Otherwise he might end up like Jorge.” He shrugged expressively, then gestured to the boltund pledge, who looked like he was somewhere between hyperventilating and fainting. “Ian’s nervous.”

“I couldn't tell,” I replied dryly.

Val smirked for a second. “Be nice to him, he's a good kid.” He leant down to take a bite of pasta and in that lull a houndoom came up to the table between us.

“Holy shit.” I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the hound was jacked. Not in the way that body builders were - not massive - but incredibly toned, his muscles defined and visible beneath his short pelt.

“Yours, Val?” he asked mildly. The espeon shook his head.

“We're friends.”

The houndoom sniffed the air. “You both smell of each other.”

I grinned. “We're other things too.”

“But not exclusive,” the houndoom concluded. He looked at me, his eyes traveling down, and further down, lingering deliberately before slowly meeting mine again. “I wanted to meet the brave volunteer.” He raised a paw. “Andrew.”

“I guess you can call me Sock.” I paused. “That really doesn't roll off the tongue. “How about Socks?” I shook his paw.

“Very nice to meet you, Socks,” he rumbled. “I look forward to getting to know you a lot more closely.” Spurred on by Val’s earlier assessment, I reached out and stroked down his back, feeling the ivory ribs curling down his sides. When I reached his flank, I let my hand follow the curve of his thigh. It took only a rush of boldness to cup his sheath in my hand.

I was surprised to feel hard bars beneath the soft skin, then remembered the cages Val had briefed me on. “Feels tight in there,” I murmured, giving his package a squeeze, prompting a fiery exhale from Andrew.

“And nowhere as good as you will,” he growled. “I'll catch you later, Socks.” With that promise, he turned and strode away, his spade tail whipping back and forth.

“He's intense!” Our little bit of foreplay hadn't escaped the attention of the room. More looks were stolen my way, and the conversation was more animated.

“You flustered him though.” The observation came from my other side, Thoren’s first contribution since we sat down.

“I couldn't tell.” The hound had seemed unflappable.

“You gotta look at the tail,” Thoren explained.

“I was looking at other things,” I muttered. Thoren choked, and started coughing. I took the time to note the remaining pledge: a lycanrock with a stunning orange coat. He met my eyes from across the room and nodded politely, but didn't approach.

Jorge started to speak again, Thoren suppressing his cough with an apologetic look. “Pledges, it's time. Line up along here.” Next to him, Val caught my eye and gestured for me to join him with a flick of his tail.

“Time for you to put those clever hands to use.” He kept his voice low, as Jorge started swearing the pledges in.

“What happens if you don't get someone with fingers to do this?” I whispered curiously. The mechanism wasn't difficult to work on its own, but someone with paws would have a harder time.

“Last year she used her tongue.” A slow dreamy grin crept onto Val’s face. I imagined what that must have looked like.

“She made out with everyone's sheath?” In front of the whole frat - it must have taken so long, working her tongue into their… I stirred, forcing my straying hand still.

Val almost looked embarrassed. “It was really really hot.” A rare admission from the normally composed espeon. “I think she took her time teasing me too.”

“Fuck.” I forced my attention back to the ceremony.

The oath was about what you’d expect, some pretentious stuff about upholding the fraternity's values, supporting each other, and keeping their secrets. I honestly didn't pay attention, and half the pledges didn't either. They paid attention to me.

I had been sitting earlier, and the table had blocked their view of me. Not enough that they wouldn't know I was basically unclothed, but enough to make it hard to see me in my entirety. There was no such obstacle now, and even the shyer pledges could see me without having to dare an actual conversation with the subject of their attentions.

The nervous boltund from earlier especially couldn't keep his eyes from straying. Though he'd catch himself, his head jerking back to Jorge monologuing, he would unerringly find me again. His ears were pinned back - I couldn't tell whether he was more scared or horny.

At last, Jorge finished the oath, the pledges dutifully repeating the last sentence. The manectric stood back with a simple, “congratulations, brothers,” but finally being acknowledged as one of the pack didn't slip past the freshmen, who broke ranks to cheer and celebrate.

And then, it was my show.