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Hyaenidae Ursidae Fraternitae Written by Leo_Todrius Anonymous Commission The click and clatter of skateboard wheels echoed across the long, gently sloped hillside that the quad was built onto. On one end the education buildings rose tall and proud in towers of white cement and marble, steel and glass. On the other the dormitories fanned out like shorter, broader communities encased in orangey-red brick. It was a sharp contrast, but that was the sort of life Enrique Mendoza had gotten used to at school. The students studied hard during the day and partied hard at night. It was a lifestyle, but it was one that Enrique wanted to take to the next level.

The sophomore was a bit of an outlier on campus. He was six foot three but a bit of a bean pole. His black hair was shaggy, and what had started as just a big of facial hair neglect had turned into a chinstrap beard following his jaw-line. Black frame glasses didn't detract from his low-pressure style, his grey hoodie well used but still in good shape. Even his board was long, the deck weathered but still a vibrant yellow.

He reached the bottom of the slope and coasted between the dorm buildings. To the right the freshmen were packed in like sardines and the sophomores weren't much better, but to the left? The left were the frats... Double sized rooms, all the amenities, and even a dedicated chef. That was the life Enrique wanted, the life he was going to try and get. He felt a little late to the party, but at twenty there was still time. His eyes scanned the building. Even this early in the morning, some of the frat boys were firing up the grills on their balconies. They were all big guys with broad shoulders and meaty pecs. They almost seemed top heavy with torsos way bigger than their legs, but somehow they stayed standing - except after a few of the bigger keg parties.

Enrique slowed to a stop at the front of HUF house. He felt a little bad that he couldn't remember the Greek letters. No doubt that would be part of his pledge process, learning about his future frat and its place in the Greek system. Enrique stepped on the back of his board to kick the front up and grabbed it as he trotted up the stairs and knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, he tried the knob and it opened.

The inside looked like something out of a movie. Frat boys were lifting weights around the television, others were standing in the kitchen, eating food as fast as they were making it. Some were playing pool in a large room beyond, and there was a general smell of manliness. Frat boys barely seemed adequate as a term to describe them. They all seemed like men.

Enrique moved in, navigating between biceps and triceps, looking around before he spotted the person he was looking for. Nestled near the back of the pool room was Rico. He was one of the few people on campus taller than Enrique, standing at six foot four. His long, sleek black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and his face was covered in a perfectly groomed stubble beard.

Enrique had seen Rico in suits for his humanities classes, he'd seen him in tank tops and shorts at the gym, he'd seen him in a Speedo for a demonstration on lifeguard opportunities on campus. He was confident in everything he wore, and confident in everything he did. Enrique looked up to him literally and figuratively. Hazel eyes glanced up, spotting Enrique approach.

"Pledge, you've returned." Rico grinned, "Do you have it?" he asked. Enrique nodded, his head a bit down in reverence as he plunged a hand into his pocket and withdrew the battered packet of papers. Rico accepted it and started looking through, checking everything before he nodded.

"Seems to be in order, I guess you're almost ready for pledge week then." Rico said. Enrique nodded.

"What do I do?" Enrique asked. Some of the frat boys chuckled at that as they went around taking their next moves on the pool table. Rico, however, was undaunted.

"For now? Rest up, eat plenty of food and hydrate. We want you at your physical best for the first ceremony." Rico said. Enrique nodded.

"Oh, yeah man, I get that." he said. He'd heard stories, as many did, about the hazing rituals some frats did. They were strictly illegal of course, but then again so were drugs and underage drinking. College campuses had a bit of a culture of their own, existing outside the normal bounds of society. Enrique knew that he could be facing anything.

"Where are you living now?" Rico asked, putting an arm around Enrique's back, walking him back toward the front door.

"Hones hall, fourth floor." Enrique replied. Rico grinned.

"Not long now, and that'll all change. Be well my brother." Rico said, bringing him to the door.

"Yeah, you too, uh, my brother." Enrique smiled, feeling that sense of community and networking just at the tips of his fingers. He wanted it so bad he could taste it, but he just had to wait a little longer. The board came clacking down onto the cement and Enrique stepped on, pushing off as he sailed back the way he had come. Somewhere inside the frat, one of the boys said something amusing and a wave of laughter came branching out like an infectious wave, the glee in the house rising higher and higher. Rico only licked his lips, picturing what the coming days would bring.

**** While not as robust or hearty as a fraternity meal, the school cafeteria did offer a fair variety of dishes from around the world. The sun was setting, casting purples and oranges across the sky visible through the skylights. The sounds of silverware hitting plates and bowls echoed through the place, and Enrique cut up the pork chops he'd loaded onto his plate. Seemingly out of nowhere, there was a blur of motion around him as several very large students sidled in and sat down, filling the table he was at. A large, powerful arm slipped around Enrique's shoulders, belonging to Rico.

"What are you guys doing here?" Enrique asked in happy surprise.

"Well, we thought we'd stretch our legs a little and check out the fresh meat." Rico said, "And... pledge week is starting right now." he added, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out over Enrique's head. As he lowered it, Enrique saw enough to figure out it was a long cord necklace with a wooden pendant at the base. He grabbed at the pendant and lifted it, looking at it carefully. The outside of the wood was dark and rough like bark, but the inside was light and rich, freshly cut. It resembled an animal paw, but Enrique wasn't sure which animal.

"So like, that's all sorts of events and stuff, right? What do I have to do?" Enrique asked, looking up to realize two other young men had been given the same treatment, surrounded by brothers from HUF house.

"Starting tonight, you're not going back to your place for three days." Rico said.

"You're going to be our waiter, our cleaner, our pool boy." One of the frat boys grinned.

"The idea being... if you can work your way up from the bottom, like we all have, you'll get a bigger picture of the grand scheme of things." Rico said. Enrique grinned, feeling a bit better about the idea that they had all been through it.

"I can do that." he said eagerly, looking around. Rico looked at Enrique with a bit of hunger. Waiting was always the hardest part. He was so wide eyed, so optimistic, so eager... He was ready to join them, but they had a little more work to do first. Rico held back his appetite, and his hand which had drifted very close to Enrique's groin. He pulled it back, setting it by his side.

"It won't be long now, brother." Rico said. Enrique grinned even more.

**** Glass bottles clinked as they fell into the double-tough garbage can, the plastic exterior bulging around the contours. The night out had been easy enough, though Enrique had thought at one point he was going to have to clean puke out of the car. They'd made it back to the frat house where the drinking only increased. There was more booze than he'd ever seen, coming out of plastic cups, glass bottles, metal cans and kegs... and yet he had not had a drop.

It was part of pledge week, and Enrique understood, part of the mechanism of the fraternity to keep things from going off the rails. You needed someone responsible, someone sober, someone in the right frame of mind, and for now that was him. It wasn't TOO bad. Enrique looked around to make sure he'd gotten everything before he hesitated and crouched down, finding four more bottles under the pool table.

With the last containers added to his collection, he tied the bag shut and carried it over to the pile he'd gathered by the front door. He set it down and turned, slumping down into the large, plump couch. It was a little lumpy, a little past its prime, but it had its own charm. Enrique pulled off his glasses and folded them up carefully, setting them on the end table before he brought his legs up onto the couch and curled up. It was already four thirty five in the morning, and the day had been long.

His eyes fluttered shut and he felt unconsciousness slipping up around him as if he was sinking into a pool. He breathed in the unfamiliar air, his mind replaying and reliving the day's experiences. He thought of the big burly frat bros thanking him, buying him all the Pepsi and hamburgers he could eat. His stomach hadn't been that full since he'd left for college. He smiled a bit in his sleep, turning a little, his face nuzzling the arm of the couch, smelling the musky scent of all the men that had called the frat home.

As he tossed and turned and flexed, Enrique's pants started to bulge a little, a half-hard erection forming. He smiled in his sleep, muttering softly, dreaming of who knew what... but Rico hoped it was him, him and his brothers, embracing Enrique, bringing him into the fold. Rico stood in the hall, shrouded in shadow, his hand gliding back and forth over a manhood that was too full, too long, and not quite human.

Rico's eyes reflected what little light was in the room, shining a very abnormal green color. As he worked his cock, it seemed to keep growing in his hand, stretching out longer, thicker, wider. His balls grew heavier and fuller, and his grin grew manic, his teeth stretching out sharper and sharper. He moaned, unable to silence it before he stifled a giggle, cumming hard, sending out rope after rope of thick cum. It splattered out across the carpet mere inches from where Enrique was sleeping.

The smell wafting up only served to make Enrique's dreams more interesting, his erection coming to full mast in his pants before a wet spot started to form. Rico shuddered, panting, moaning before the hair on the back of his neck bristled, his face popping and contorting as his lower jaw started to push out, making room for his teeth to get even bigger and sharper. As his lower jaw extended, his nose and upper mouth followed suit, pushing out into a short muzzle, then a longer one.

The frat leader's nose turned dark, moist, softening as the nostrils flared and his nose turned upwards. Hair bristled out across his cheeks, covering his nose, surrounding his eyes and sweeping across his forehead. His stomach gurgled as it started to bloat outward, rounding as the muscles and fat beneath began to grow and change and shift. Rico's back popped as it stretched, his stature rising inch by inch as the fur wrapped around his thickening arms, spanning his meaty pecs. His fingers even made crunching sounds as they extended outward, fingernails darkening and curving into short claws.

Trying to discern just what Rico was becoming would have been difficult even for biology majors on campus. His body was stocky and full, rounding out, taking on bearish qualities but his forming muzzle and his paws were more streamlined, vaguely canine. As his eyes shifted in his shape shifting skull and a mane of bristled hair stuck up from the top of his head, it became clear that parts of him came from the exotic hyena species.

Even in the darkness, Rico's white spotted fur was distinct. He had to suppress his giggle again, feeling the power and the charisma of his hybrid form running through his body. He was an apex species, a chimera, and Enrique was going to be just like him... one of his brothers, one of his new family. There was a shifting in the hallway as another creature moved up, then another. Clawed hyena paws slipped around Rico's stomach, rubbing it as muzzled lips kissed the back of his neck.

The group filled the hallway, standing eight and a half feet tall, nearly blocking the passage with their muscled girth. Their bodies were hot, furry and pressed tight, but Rico knew why they had come. It was too soon... too soon to turn Enrique. Rico licked his muzzled lips with his thick tongue and came again, this time hitting the couch. The cum ran down the cushions and splashed across the blanket Enrique was using, saturating him in the scent of his new pack. Enrique shuddered, cumming more in his sleep, soaking his pants thoroughly.

**** The morning brought with it what felt like a hangover, though Enrique knew he hadn't had anything to drink. He stood in front of the mirror in the frat bathroom, looking at his reflection. The chinstrap beard he had seemed fuller than ever. Maybe it was how he slept. When he'd shown up to college he'd barely been able to grow anything. He'd been shaggy haired on the head and hairless everywhere else, but over time it had finally started to come in. It was starting to be a beard to envy, though it had more volume than it did thickness.

Enrique grabbed one of the combs on the counter and used it on his beard, fluffing it out, bringing it to its fullest. His morning wood just didn't want to go away, bumping against the counter. Enrique felt embarrassed and proud at the same time, hoping the guys wouldn't give him a hard time about it. He stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. None of the guys were up, so his secret was safe for the moment.

The pledge made his way across the living room and opened the front door, smelling the early dawn air. The dew was fresh and the air smelled of it, cool and moist. The sunlight almost seemed grey in its dawn light. Enrique grabbed some of the bags of bottles and lifted, though as the glass shifted they clinked together and he winced, holding still until he made sure no one was up. Maybe they partied enough they could sleep through it.

Grabbing another bag, he waddled out of the frat house, his pledge necklace bouncing around his chest as he descended the short stairs. Before long Enrique was moving along the sidewalk, making his way to the far side of the building where the dumpsters waited. The bags were set down, the flap lifted up and he hoisted the bags in. Once more they made a loud clattering, but the job was done. Enrique turned to move back to the frat, but something ran into him full force. He grunted, flying back, skidding across the dirt. He rolled, his glasses coming off in the tussle.

At first, Enrique wasn't sure what had happened. He blinked, trying to let his vision adjust, but he grunted as something huge and heavy landed on him, knocking all the wind out of him. He strained to push up with his arms, to wriggle free, but he was rewarded with the sharp, burning, searing pain piercing into his shoulder. He let out a yell, feeling those fangs sink into his flesh, holding for a moment. He was sure he was going to get ripped apart, but the creature pulled free and ran off, dropping him where he was. Enrique hit the ground again, panting, dirt sticking to his face as he felt his shoulder grow hot and wet with blood, the distinctive tang of iron filling the air.

**** It had been a long, hot, grueling day at the hospital. Enrique had been poked and prodded, patched up, given fluids, and had given more blood in samples than he'd lost from the animal attack. After all that he'd finally been released and the boys had driven him back to the frat house. His torn, bloody shirt had been replaced with someone's tank top, though it was so narrow down the middle that both of Enrique's nipples were on display, not to mention the V shaped scar across the front and back of his left shoulder, complimented by the wooden pendant necklace hanging around his neck.

The sophomore was led up the steps and into the frat where he collapsed down on the couch with an exhalation. He closed his eyes and sighed with relief to be somewhere comfortable, though his eyes popped back open when he felt something cold pressed into his hand. Sitting there was a dark brown glass bottle kissed with the chill of the frat fridge. Enrique looked around in surprise.

"Yo, dudes, I'm not supposed to drink during this pledge thing!" Enrique said, looking horrified as if he'd broken one of the rules. A giggle passed from frat boy to frat boy.

"I don't think you have to worry about that." Rico said from where he was standing, his black hair loose across his shoulders. He grinned, looking to the other members of the house, "I think it's safe to say you went through a harrowing adventure in the line of duty for this house, something that any pledge would aspire to do... You have elevated yourself from mere a mere pledge, passed straight through probational, and right into being a full brother! Welcome to Huf house!" Rico declared.

"HUF HUF HUF HUF!" The boys chanted, pumping their fists into the air. Enrique grinned ear to ear, still feeling a little light headed from the blood loss, feeling appreciated, accepted, and... exhilarated. He raised his free hand and mimicked them, chanting, the quick in and out of air feeling hot on his teeth as he grinned, his nipples getting harder from the excitement. The chant broke and other frat boys started to drop down on the couch, squishing Enrique as they grabbed for the remote or their own beers. Enrique shifted with the weight of the men pressing against him, feeling oddly at peace with it all.

"We'll get your room ready for you, until then, Chef! Time to feed our new brother!" Rico called out. Before Enrique knew it, he'd been given a plate loaded down with meat, vegetables and fruits. He was a little taken aback. He'd wanted to join the frat for a while, and he'd been willing to work hard to get it, but it turned out that all he really needed was to be attacked by a wild animal. Enrique took a few bites, murmuring at how good the food tasted. He started to shovel it spoon full after spoon full before taking a swig of his beer to wash it down, giving an open mouthed moan at how much better that tasted too.

Enrique polished off one plate and was given another and he didn't slow down, smacking his lips as he ate ravenously. The other men cheered him on and clapped his good shoulder with pride. The minutes ticked by and he was given another beer, and then on his third plate he finally moaned and leaned back, spreading his legs a little, letting the food digest. His stomach seemed tight, rounded slightly by the extreme meal, but it showed off the muscles that had been lurking just beneath the surface.

"Here, after your hard day." One of the guys said, crouching down before him. Enrique wasn't sure what was going on at first, but he felt his shoe slipped off, then the other, then his sock slowly removed and then the other. A strong, powerful hand began to massage his foot, pushing fingers into the meat, working them around and back and forth. Enrique moaned softly.

"Damn, dude, that feels so good..." He said, a little surprised that the guys would massage each other's feet, but apparently they did it enough to get good practice. Enrique leaned back on the couch, arms wide, indulging himself. Soon another frat boy got down and worked on the other foot. Enrique moaned and writhed on the couch, his eyes rolling back in his head, unaware that the frat boys were leaning in close, getting a good sniff of his feet, having to restrain themselves from licking them.

As the powerful hands worked his feet, they started to stretch longer. At first it was subtle, like his foot was relaxing, but it became more apparent as an inch added onto the length, then two, then the foot widened. The frat boys shuddered, their ears starting to stretch into points and their tongues thicken. They knew they had to wait for their Alpha's blessing to act, but they kept working on the massage, letting his feet grow into their new size.

The frat boys on either side of Enrique were equally enraptured by their brother's exposed nipples, nearly salivating at how big and dark they were getting. They grew as hard as diamonds, sticking out, not covered by clothing. Enrique was in another world of pleasure, feeling his feet as if they were free for the first time. It was amazing that a morning of such pain had led to an evening of such pleasure, but he wasn't going to complain. Rico watched the boys work, watched Enrique's shifting ever so slowly. He wanted to act now, he wanted to take the final leap, but he knew he had to wait... It was almost time... almost time for Enrique's awakening.

**** Once more the frat had grown quiet. The dishes had been done, the bottles put away, homework finished, and the frat boys had gone to bed. Enrique laid in his new bed, tossing and turning, half asleep. He felt hot, his blood boiling. Sweat soaked his black hair, his cock was stubborn and staying half hard. He turned one way, then the other, got a sniff of the musk in his armpit and woke up, sitting up, panting. It took him a second to remember where he was. The brick walls were thick, the window high and narrow. It was far different from his room before.

Boxes of his stuff were sitting along the far wall. The frat boys had packed up his dorm room while he was in the hospital and had brought it all over so he didn't have to move. They were such good guys... Such strong guys... such good looking guys. Enrique shifted at that, not sure where the thought had come from, though he had to admit it was true... They were the most badass looking guys on campus. They had beards, they had muscles, they had piercings and tattoos and such kissable lips.

A strange look crossed Enrique's face. He was shocked he'd had that thought too, but... he didn't regret it. He didn't feel ashamed, just surprised. He'd never thought of guys that way before, but the way they took him in? Accepted him? Fed him, massaged him? They... they were better than any woman had ever been to him, and just thinking about them made his erection even more stubborn. Enrique pushed out of bed, murmuring slightly as he landed on his large, bare feet. He wriggled his toes, feeling a little strange, but he adjusted his boxer shorts to try and hide his bulge as much as possible as he opened the door to his room and stepped out.

The frat was dark, other than a few emergency lights along the floor to show everyone how to exit if needed. Enrique moved down the hall, but slowed, hearing deep grunts and moans from the room next to his. His eyes widened as he leaned in closer, listening, realizing that both moans were those of men. Maybe he wasn't alone in thinking about men a little differently after coming to the frat. Enrique kept going, though he hesitated, hearing more moans from the next room as well.

Enrique felt embarrassed, but also turned on... If they were that willing to go at it, if that was something that happened regularly, maybe... maybe he'd have a chance? Maybe he'd get a boyfriend. He felt a strange flutter in his heart at that, a world of possibilities he never considered opening up before him. He'd... be a boyfriend... to a boy. He'd be a great boyfriend! Sweet, kind, funny... and he'd have landed a real man too, someone who knew just what men liked. Enrique swallowed a bit and kept going again, coming around the corner into the kitchen, though he froze, realizing someone was on the couch... moaning. Rico panted, working his hand up and down his cock frantically, but in his other hand he held Enrique's shoe. He lifted it to his nose and took a big whiff before moaning louder.

"Dude!" Enrique said without thinking. Rico dropped the shoe and sprung up to his feet, forcing his very full, incredibly long cock to wobble, flinging precum across the room.

"Enrique!" Rico said in surprise.

"I- What-" Enrique stammered. Rico came around the couch and moved closer. Enrique knew he should back up, but for some reason he stood there until the other man was inches away from him. Rico swallowed.

"I'm sorry, I know... I know it's weird, but... I've felt a connection to you since we met. That's why I wanted you to join my frat, to become one of us... I know you have so much more inside of you that needs let out... and... I like you a lot." Rico said.

"Even my shoes?" Enrique asked.

"More like your feet, they're an amazing part of you, but the shoes were the closest I could get." Rico said. Enrique's buzzing fluttering feeling of new options felt a bit more complex at the moment.

"I... I mean-" Enrique hesitated, not sure if he was bold enough to take the leap. He thought for a moment before considering a detour, "I heard the guys having sex." he said finally. Rico grinned a bit and nodded.

"Yeah, we're a close community of brothers... We share everything. Our hopes, our dreams, our lust." Rico said, "How did it make you feel, to hear them?"

"It felt... kind of amazing? Just... imagining them going at it? I never thought about dudes that way before." Enrique said. Rico nodded and reached up, running his hand along Enrique's thick chinstrap beard.

"You can now. You're one of us. You're a man, a beast... You can do whatever you want... And I can see you want a lot." Rico said, his hand drifting down Enrique's chest, brushing his nipples, the hair around his navel, and then the bulge in his boxers. Enrique shifted.

"I've never done anything like this before, I don't know what to do." He said. Rico grinned.

"You don't have to know, you'll figure it out. It's instinct... and it's tradition." Rico said.

"Tradition? What do you mean?" Enrique asked.

"HUF house has a long history of the men being involved... You get to pick your roommate, you get to help induct new members... and at the very end, you get to fuck the guy in charge." Rico said with a growing grin. Enrique's jaw dropped, his eyebrow arching.

"You're serious?" Enrique asked. Rico nodded with a grin.

"Hey, you already heard the other brothers fucking. How long would it have taken you to figure out we were gay? This is the next step, to show you're one of us, fully and completely."

Enrique stewed in it for a moment, letting it all sink in. That moment of brilliance, of clarity... had it been built into the experience? Was it part of joining the frat? Had he been straight until he came here, and now... now he was gay. There was no denying it. He wanted Rico, he wanted all his brothers. He wanted to be with them, to be in them, to be on them. He moaned softly, saliva building at his lips.

"What do I have to do?" he asked, as eager as any new pledge. Rico grinned and took Enrique's hand, leading him back around to the front of the couch before pushing him down. He landed on the couch with a thump, just as he had when he came back from the hospital. Rico slowly crouched down in front of the couch and took one of Enrique's bare feet in his hand, starting to massage it and work it.

"The key to any member of this house is the feet, the foundation of their being. Look at how big yours have gotten..." Rico murmured.

"I'm not just dreaming, they did get bigger?!" Enrique asked. Rico nodded and leaned in, running his cheek along the sole of Enrique's foot. Enrique shivered, feeling the stubble tickle the flesh. Enrique inhaled slowly, taking in the scent that was unique to the sophomore. It was earthy, musky, muted but ever present. Rico brought his nose between each toe, taking a whiff, his own cock pulsing with need.

Enrique shivered again and again before gasping as he felt an oddly thick tongue slathering along his foot, paying particular attention to the arch before it made it all the way to the toes. Rico snaked his tongue in and out, working between each toe, almost as if he was fucking the gap between. Enrique shivered and panted, his nipples getting harder. He slowly reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was rock hard and so full. He started to slide his hand up and down, working it faster, looking down at Rico going to town on him.

Rico loved Enrique's foot, but the best part was that there was two of them. He grabbed the other and lifted it up, nuzzling it with his cheek and chin, sniffing it, savoring it. He rubbed them both against his face before he licked the second one, getting all over it before he came up to his big toe, took one last sniff, then slipped his lips around it. Rico began to suck and suck, working on that toe, his tongue slathering around it.

Enrique moaned, a spurt of precum shooting out of his cock, splashing across his stomach. He'd never thought foot stuff could be like this, but now he couldn't imagine living without it. How was it that they knew so much, that they could be so good at it? Enrique panted, wrapping a second hand around his cock, panting and grunting as Rico kept sucking and sucking, unaware just what was happening.

Inside of Rico's mouth, Enrique's toenail was darkening from ivory to brown. It was thickening, toughening, taking deeper root inside of his foot, pushing out longer and growing into a claw. It was the first stage of transformation, sealing the bite, bringing it to the next level. Rico nearly came just from the idea of it, popping the toe out of his mouth, looking at the claw and the discoloration.

The flesh had darkened along the heel, the arch and the toe tips, swelling ever so slightly on the big toe. The paw pads were trying to come in, and Rico had to help. He popped the next toe in and sucked and sucked, feeling it plump and grow and change, the flat recessive human toenail becoming a big, robust, thick claw. Enrique had no idea, at least on the surface, although deep down he felt wilder, more manly, more animal, more beastly. Rico knew this would be the case.

Rico worked diligently, toe by toe until he slid off the pinky and held Enrique's foot fondly. It was no longer human. It had claws, it had the starts of paw pads, and there were even tiny patches of fur coming in on the toe knuckles. Rico gave it one last lick from heel to toe and kissed it before he lifted the other. Enrique had no idea what was happening, not able to see his feet down in front of the couch, but each slurp and suck made him feel so good. He leaned back on the couch, working both hands up and down his huge cock, panting and groaning, his canine teeth slowly stretching longer, his ears tingling as they took on subtle points.

With the same care as he had expressed on the first, Rico began working on Enrique's right foot. He wrapped his lips around the big toe and sucked like it was a dick he'd been hungering for, pumping his lips back and forth, soaking it in saliva, massaging it with his tongue. He felt the humanity drain from it as that simple human nail became an implement of damage, of control, of stability and power. It stretched out, grew, hardened and curved into an impressive claw. Only when it was complete did Rico move onto the next toe.

Minutes ticked by, the sounds of the other frat boys echoing louder through their doors. Enrique imagined he'd be joining them when the ritual was done, that he'd be embraced by them, taken in, shown how to do everything just right. His cock was ready and so was he. He moaned as Rico worked across his foot, all the way to the little toe before popping off, giving it one last kiss, and then moving.

Rico slowly stood up and flexed a bit, stretching his muscles, showing them off. He seemed taller than Enrique remembered, his biceps bulging, his pecs thick, his muscles glistening in the pale light. Enrique looked him over and had to admit, he was amazing. Rico didn't have as much facial hair as Enrique did, but he had a surprising amount of leg hair. It covered his thighs and ankles, even his pert, muscled ass. It was downy and soft looking, and that ass was so big and meaty and-

Rico leaned over the coffee table, spreading his legs, then his ass cheeks, revealing a stretched, puffy pucker. Just with the power of his mind he undulated the sphincter, letting it pulse and throb. Enrique let out a little moan, his cock quivering. He slowly dropped his boxers around his feet, reveling in his own naked glory before he moved up closer. He gave his cock a few strokes, keeping it at full mast before he rested it between Rico's cheeks.

"That's it, stud... Time to mount me... Become one of us." Rico said. Enrique swallowed but steeled himself before he took a half step back, grabbed his cock, and brought the plump, swollen cock head to Rico's ring. Rico moaned and pushed back, surprising Enrique as he popped an inch and a half in, but with that moment passed, there was nowhere to go but forward.

Enrique thrust slowly at first, gliding in another four inches before he pulled back and then thrust again. Rico moved with him, the two slowly figuring out a pattern before Enrique started to go faster and deeper. He panted with each thrust, moaning softly, but not nearly as much as Rico. Rico pushed back, feeling the sophomore's cock pummel into his ass, sliding so deep. Enrique got sweatier, panting harder, moaning and shifting, picking up the pace, feeling his balls swinging faster and faster, slapping against Rico's taint until he suddenly gasped, threw back his head and moaned.

Thick spurts of pearly cum sputtered into Rico's ass, spraying along his colon, held in place by the thick cock inside of him. Enrique moaned, resting his head against the back of Rico's neck, taking several breaths until he felt a strange... gurgle. It came from his balls, his freshly depleted balls... Then it came again. Enrique's eyes opened, his face crossed in confusion before he gasped.

His balls growled like a hungry stomach before he felt new seed flowing through his glands, filling back up what had just been emptied, and surpassing it... far surpassing it. He gasped again, feeling his balls throb and swell, growing larger and heavier and fuller and fatter. He held onto Rico for dear life, and Rico grinned, betraying sharp teeth and glowing eyes.

"Fuck me, beast... You're a monster like me now, and you're going to love it." Rico whispered. Enrique was confused, but he grunted harder, his balls aching. The sensation radiated into his cock before it began to throb and pulse, feeling almost as if it was on fire before it began to burn in places that Enrique was sure didn't exist... His cock felt... too long, and then he felt it actually start to grow, stretching out longer, and longer, and longer. Rico hissed and clenched his ass. Enrique tried to pull back, but he couldn't. His cock was being pulled in, stretched, lengthened, and the pleasure was feeding back into his brain, burning away his rational thought, filling his mind with glee and lust and chaos and insanity until the only thing Enrique could do... was giggle.

The giggle wasn't human. It was an animal laugh, a strange, supernatural sound. As it crossed his lips, his eyes lost their innocence, replaced with pure lust. Enrique's grin grew wider and wider as he grabbed onto Rico and started to thrust... pushing in ten inches of cock, then eleven, then twelve. His fat balls grew a soft coating of fur as he went at it, bending Rico over the coffee table. He thrust harder, faster, deeper, giggling more.

Rico grinned, feeling his ass truly stretched, and he let out a giggle too. Rico's fingers dug into the table, his nails darkening from ivory to brown and then black. His fingers got blunt and wider, his claws longer, his palms getting sweaty as parts of his flesh turned brown and swelled out into puffy paw pads. His back arched, his toes wriggled and only then did he become aware of the claws that Rico had helped grow in. Even his scent began to grow stronger and stronger.

Enrique smelled a strange, exotic smell. It filled his nose, his lungs. It smelled like the desert and the woods, it smelled like life on the edge, it smelled like manliness, like lust, like heat, like... a brother. Enrique's manic grin grew even wider as his teeth started to sharpen. His canines grew more dangerous, but even his incisors and molars pushed into fangs. He grinned and grunted and giggled, fucking Rico hard and fast and deep. His ears pushed into points, the stubble at the edge of his chinstrap beard crept up across his cheeks and down his throat, making him look like a wild man.

Pops and snaps came from Enrique's back as his vertebrae began to grow larger, pushing against one another, stretching out his muscles and his ligaments. Enrique's spine elongated as he packed on inch after inch, his form hunched over Rico, growing taller and taller. At first he was lanky, a beanpole, but his swollen stomach from the massive meal the night before was rounding out fuller, and thicker, and filling with muscle. The gut was rock hard, and as it rounded, body hair began to sprout across it.

More snaps and eerie sounds came as Enrique's shoulders spread out, widening, broadening. His flat chest began to shift as muscle and flesh poured into his pectorals, his hard nipples now jutting out over meaty slabs. He grunted harder between giggles, his eyes wild as the hair crept across his nose, around his eyes and across his forehead. Patches of fur began sprouting from his chest and his back, spiraling down his arms and legs until it reached his feet.

Enrique barely heard the crunching and snapping in his body, but he certainly felt his feet fanning out wider, growing fatter and broader, supporting his growing weight. His toenails got thicker, taller, longer, curving out slowly as they darkened to brown and then black. His claws dug into the carpet, giving him something to grip onto, making him feel anchored. It was just what he needed to really go to town.

The changing sophomore grabbed onto Rico's waist with one hand, his fingernails curving out into claws, his paw pads forming and swelling into place. Holding onto Rico, Enrique began to thrust his hips up so hard he lifted Rico off his feet. Rico moaned and howled, his own body changing, feeling the huge mammoth cock in his ass spear all the way to his stomach. He howled, giggled, panted and moaned, his body becoming more massive with each thrust into his ass.

Enrique was a machine, pummeling into Rico's ass, feeling his own humanity slip away. His furry boyish face began to creak and groan. His lower jaw began pushing out, giving his fangs more room to grow. His nose darkened as his upper skull morphed. His bones felt like hot cement being poured, cooling down into a new shape. Enrique's hearing went away for a few moments before it came back louder and clearer than before. Enrique's muzzle pushed out, his nose tilting up, moist and dark. His ears twitched, and his shoulders kept getting wider, his arms thicker, his legs stronger.

The newest frat boy was no longer human. His head, hands and feet were almost canine, but his torso and his legs were beefier, fuller, ursine and bear like. The fur that had swept his body had started out black, but hints of brown and sand shifted in, then white spots began to emerge, covering his back. He huffed, snorting through his muzzle, a long purple tongue lolling out to slurp and lick at the back of Rico's head as it shifted.

Rico clenched his ass around Enrique's huge tool, holding his new recruit in place. Rico's belly jutted forward, fur covered his shoulders and back, his pots emerging quickly. He giggled and laughed, the hyena in him delighted by recruiting yet another prime specimin. The coffee table lurched as Rico packed on a hundred more pounds of muscle and fat and fur, growing to his eight foot five frame. His own cock swung low and loose, stretching to full length - but the smell of it reached Enrique's muzzle and he realized he'd been forgetting to help his bro out.

A hand slipped around Rico's left hip, a clawed paw grabbing onto his rod. Rico moaned, and Enrique thrust, timing his thrusts with pumps of his hand. Rico lost it, swaying between the cock in his ass and putting his cock in that paw, bouncing between the two as he picked up speed, working harder and faster until he threw his head back and howled, unleashing his potent, thick, feral cum all over the carpet. As his body was wrapped in orgasm, his ass began to milk the cock buried inside of it.

Enrique howled out as well, feeling his huge cock worked until he couldn't take anymore. He came hard, pumping out the last few drops of his human cum before something thicker, stickier, gummier and more viscous began to pump out of his cock, squirt after squirt, filling up Rico's ass. Even before Enrique had spent his whole load, he could hear and feel his balls churn as they tried to fill back up, producing more cum than any human could in a lifetime.

Rico moaned and shuddered, still cumming, loving the feel of Rico against him. At last they were bonded, they were together, they were brothers... and they were not alone. The doors to the rest of the frat opened up slowly as more hyena-bears emerged, covered in cum but ready for more, their huge feet paws padding across the carpet. Giggles escaped their muzzles as they came up around Enrique and Rico, ready to embrace their brothers.

**** The clatter of the skateboard wheels echoed over the large, white cement slabs that ran between the dorms as Enrique returned to his frat. The weeks had flown by, and fall was leading to winter. Even with the dip in temperatures, it was hard to keep the boys of HUF house in any amount of clothing. Enrique had gone shirtless, showing off his pierced nipples and the line of soft downy hair that started between his pecs and went all the way down across his swollen muscle gut before plunging into his baggy shorts.

Enrique kicked his board to flip it into his hand and walked through the gate into the back lot behind the frat, fenced off from view. He set his board onto a hook on the wall before he kicked off his skate shoes. His feet emerged from the sweat soaked, spongy material without any socks. They had grown even larger, wider, fuller, and it seemed it was almost impossible for him to retract his claws. They clicked on the cement as he walked over toward some of the lawn chairs that had been set out.

Two frat boys moved over, looking eagerly at the man that had become second in charge. One was blond with a tuft of blond hair hanging down from his chin, the other had a wispy black beard that wasn't nearly as thick as Enrique's. Enrique nodded as he sat down on the lawn chair and spread out, wiggling his clawed toes. The frat boys dropped to their knees, giggling and moaning as they started to nuzzle those full, fantastic feet, sniffing their strong, unique, musky aroma before they dared to start licking, panting, and then sucking.

Enrique murmured happily, lying back, getting relaxed before he heard the rumble of the sliding glass door from the frat. Rico emerged with his own entourage of frat boys. Taking Enrique's lead, he'd started to grow his stubble beard out into a proper beard, and with his two year lead on Enrique it was going fast. His mustache was already starting to dip down over his plump lips, and his cheeks had disappeared in the forest.

Rico moved over to sit down next to Enrique, getting comfortable, sunning himself after a big lunch and a few bears. The boys took their positions to pleasure their leader, though two more drifted over to Enrique. In moments he felt hot, pierced tongues slide across his chest, finding his nipples before they latched on and started to suck and nuzzle and gnaw. The sounds were hungry, smacking and popping. Hands started to drift to Enrique's muscle gut, massaging it, fondling it, feeling its heft and wishing they could help him grow it bigger and bigger.

Enrique had not quite returned to his normal self after that night so many weeks before. Even returning human, he had only shrunk back to six foot two. He'd wound up almost a hundred pounds heavier with thick biceps and triceps. He'd needed new shoes for his size sixteen feet, and his cock had been a hard twelve inches nearly the entire time. Thankfully his bros made sure to keep milking him so his balls didn't get painfully full. Rico reached out from his own beach chair, taking Enrique's hand in his. Enrique grinned, knowing it was going to be an amazing year, especially after they pledged their next group of new recruits.