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Author's Note: Booya, another chapter of Roommates! Only it's one of those pesky Aside chapters, not an actual one that helps and such, heh. Ah, well. Still, a chapter is a chapter, and know that chapter 14 is in the works and will be out ASAP. I'm shooting for the end of April at this point in time. So! You won't have to wait very much longer to hear about the continuing misadventures of Croy, Sem, Kiyara and all of them. A note about this chapter... It's dedicated to my dog, Rasta. He passed away about a week or two ago, so I thought I would make a minor tribute to him by making him a character in this story. His personality isn't spot on, but it's close enough for the story purposes. Rasta was put down because of a cancerous tumor growing on his chest. Anyway, that out of the way... visit my FA page! www.furaffinity.net/user/pyrostinger You'll want to visit here because sneak previews are up there, of the coming chapters. Also, people on my mailing list get an ADDITIONAL teaser for their viewing pleasure. So please, do not hesitate to create an account and give me a watch! Legal crap: This story contains adult situations. Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18, 21 in some areas. Parents, if you're kid found this story, don't blame me or Yiffstar. Blame yourselves for not being more vigilant about your child's online activities. On with the show! Roommates Aside 3: Frat Party Rasta

• * * The hall boomed with the voices of the newly accepted brothers and the older brothers. We had finally been accepted, those who stood through the hazing. Yeah, it was somewhat illegal, but there had to be an element of trust or somethin'. I dunno, I didn't care. Personally, I was just happy that I had made it, and my voice was one of the loudest that boomed out along the chant. Then again, I'm just loud. Being loud, and naturally big had it's benefits. I mean, I'm a nice guy and all, but I'm also 6' 7", 265 pounds of muscle. Sometimes furs just look up at me with that touch of fear in their eyes, and I admit it makes me smile a bit. I suppose I'm also naturally suited for guard duty and being a bouncer, crap like that. I enjoyed them, sorta bein' a gatekeeper. Then again, I'm a canine, and some say we were bred for this. Maybe it's breeding in action... Anyway, one of the first things the frat told me that I needed to do was just watch the front doors. It was a mindless job, but hey, I could get some stuff done, even though I honestly didn't plan on staying in school all four years. I was working on a football scholarship and planned to go pro after my best season. So far, with the games that we'd had, this year would be it. Still, coach said I needed to keep up with my studies in order to stay in the team, and since I was easily distracted with some of the minor chaos that went on around here, watching the door was ideal. I mean... we didn't even have the door system that the dorms had, because anybody that was in the frat house knew everybody else that was in the frat house. I just had a paper for those that brought in guests. It was late in the night when I drew my shift, getting to be midnightish when there was a knock on the door. Who the hell was coming in at this time of night that needed to knock on the door? I open it to find an otter staring back at me. He was... kinda creepy, just looking at me like that. Or past me. I'm not even sure if he was all there, honestly. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, maybe even weeks, wore only a t-shirt in the chilly, late October weather, some jogging pants, and, most odd about him, a collar. A dog collar, somewhat like the fashion that some canines held (I had a red one, but I wasn't wearing it). And then he started to push past me. I blocked the door with my other paw. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt with the frat's Greek letters on the chest, but they couldn't conceal my physique. "Can I help you?" I said calmly enough, though with a bit of menace in my glare. The otter's flat, brown eyes came to stare at me, flicking down and staying there for about a second longer than necessary, then back up. "This IS Theta Beta Epsilon, right?" he asked in a gravelly voice. "Yeah. Can I help you with something?" Again, he looked me up and down, resting on that down part. Sizing me up. As if he could take me. "You new to the frat?" "Yes, but I don't see how that matters." Either he's extremely dumb, or there's somethin' I don't know about him. "Then no." He went to duck under my arm, and frankly, I was a little surprised at how fast he dismissed me. This scrawny, underfed-lookin' otter was surprising me in a lot of ways, and none of them good. My arm blocked the way again. "'Scuze me, but you're gonna hafta stay outside until you tell me what business you got here." I was starting to growl. "Look," said the otter. His tone said to me like he was going to pet my head or something, trying to make nice but failing. "Why don't you just go and get one of your superiors in the frat and tell them that Dail is here, huh?" Again, he moved as if to walk in. I shoved him back. "Back up. Now." The otter stood there, shaking a little bit. Good, I was finally getting to him. Then there was a voice. "Yo, Rasta! What's goin' on over here, who you barkin' at?" I turned and saw Bax walking down the stairs. Bax was the guy who recruited me into the Theta Beta Epsilon. He saw me at practice one day, said the frat would be ideal for me. I shrugged and went along with it, so we went through the Rush week events, then the customary hazing, and then finally being accepted as a full brother to the fraternity. He took a lotta pride in his body, made sure that he was weightlifting nearly every single day, made sure that he looked good every single day. Even has a work-study job over at the gym, too, keep up his physique. That, and hit on every single femme that'll give him the time of day. The badger seemed particularly interested in a pantheress down there, but she's been shutting him down every time I see him try. "Who's at the door?" asked Bax, coming closer. I pointedly pushed the otter back. "Just some otter, says I can't help him and was gonna just come right in." Bax suddenly looked interested. "Otter?" he said, craning his head around me to look. I moved out of the way, opening the door again. "Baxter," said the otter with a... well, it was a smile, definitely. It creeped me the hell out, though. I could swear it was almost a predatory glance that he gave Bax... "Mm... nice to see you. Tell your guard doggy to back down so's I can come in, mm?" Bax, however, didn't see it or was used to it. He looked annoyed however, his brown eyes staring into Dail's similar colored ones. "I told you not to call me that, ya damn stupid otter. Get in here, they're waiting for you." "Wait, hold on," I said, breaking in. "'They'? Who's 'they'?" "'They' are some higher ups in the frat who aren't exactly happy that this dumbass here is late," Bax explained, frowning at the otter before dragging him inside. I blinked in confusion, tilting my head as the badger pushed Dail out in front of him, the two starting to go up the stairs. "Hold on a second, here! What is going on here and why wasn't I told?" I demanded loudly. "If you guys are gonna plan something, that's all good, but why not let the fur who's supposed to be watching the door know who he's supposed to let in!" Bax looked at me. "Was a need-to-know situation and you didn't need-to-know." I exploded. "WAIT A SECOND, WHADDYA MEAN I-- " Bax padded over to me quickly and slipped an arm over my shoulder, tugging me to him and giving my nose a poke. "However! I'm gonna go upstairs and see if I can at least let you know why the otter is showing up on our doorstep, alrighty?" "I don't understand. Why all the secrecy?" I asked, nudging the door shut with my footpaw and tail. "Ah, I dunno," Bax replied. "But since your my doggy, I'm gonna go find out what I can do to get you some info, alright? How's that sound?" "Well--" "Good dog!" Bax said, patting my chest, then going to walk up the stairs. "Just watch him for a few, a'ight?" He was gone before I could say another word. That's one annoying thing about Bax, he only seems to hear whatever he wants to hear. So, for the moment, it was just me and the otter with a collar. I frowned at him, leaning in take his scent... and recoiled lightly, snorting. He smelled... really weird. Somewhat familiar, I just couldn't put my paw on it yet. The otter caught me, and smiled that creepy-ass smile at me... starting to get that look in his eye like he did with Bax. "Like what you smell?" he asked, chuckling softly. "Get away from me, ya creepy weirdo," I shot back at him. "Mmhmhmhehheh... Mm. Sorry about that," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I'm just getting excited about what's gonna come next... Oh, I can almost taste it..." The otter trailed off, then started licking his lips. His eyes seemed to flick everywhere, and he had that smile plastered on his face, breaking out with that throaty chuckle of his. Finally, his eyes settled on me, still grinning. "What the hell are YOU lookin' at?" I growled at him, my ears against my head now. "Mm... well... it's just that you're my type..." "No, I'm not," I said, sighing and looking away from him, just hoping that Bax or somebody would come back and get this dude away from me. He was seriously making me feel uncomfortable. "Oh, yes, you are... Tall... commanding... just watching you is getting me all hot and hard, here..." I tuned him out, guessing he wouldn't do much. I was wrong. I flinched as I felt him press himself against me, looking up at me and murring, a paw sliding down my chest. "Hey! Cut that out!" "I want a taste..." he said, almost whimpering. I pushed him away. "Get the fuck away from me!" "Dail! Get up here!" said a voice. I looked up the stairs, but couldn't see anybody. I didn't recognize the voice entirely, but it sounded a little like Bax. Didn't matter much to me. It was a opportunity to get this creep away from me. I waved him up the stairs, but he was so eager that he didn't look at me, and just ran up them himself. At this point, I didn't even want to know what was going on. I went back to the desk where the furson watching the door sat, but was interrupted by footsteps down the stairs. Gren, who we called Joey for no other reason that he was a kangaroo, came down and jerked a thumb back up. "Lance wants ya, mate." "Lance? What does the Poobah want with me?" Lance was the leader of the fraternity, so we called him the Poobah when he starts to get uppity. "Dunno, but Bax came to my door and woke me up, told me to relieve ya and send ya up ta Lance." Gren shook himself a little bit, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and grunting. "Ya best get goin' before he starts gettin' on ya for it, mate." I sighed and made a face, then went up the stairs. I'd be happy never to see that creepy-ass otter again. Of course, what you want and what happens are often two completely different things. When I got to the upstairs hallway, only one door had light under it, Lance's. I guessed that most everybody else had turned in for the night already. If only I could join them. Whatever, though. Lance wanted me, and if you get on his bad side during those moods of his, he's liable to get on your ass about it. I didn't wanna hear him yelling at this time of night, so I just took a breath and pushed open the door. It took me a moment to process what was going on. When I finally did, the first words, again, loudly, out of my mouth were, "What the FUCK is going on here?" "Rasta, shut up!" Lance growled at me. The bear stood with two other guys in the room, one of them Bax. Everybody seemed to be missing their pants. Bax broke from the circle and came up to me. He was more than a little hard. "Yeah... prolly best to keep your muzzle shut at this point, dude. Lance said he needed one more... and he really, really wants you to join us in this little party we got goin' here." I blinked at the badger, for once speechless. What the hell kinda party...? My eyes went back to the circle, and suddenly everything came into place. During initiation, one of the things that some of the more perverse members of the frat did was take a few pledges and tell them that they needed to show utmost trust in their prospective brothers. Once loyalty was proven, they were blindfolded, and taken into seperate rooms. What happened in there was mostly on an individual basis... but it was my luck to suddenly have a cock shoved into my mouth with the command to suck. There were multiple voices... can't quite remember who was doing what, but I was told to paw a couple more lengths, and then one more was pushed into my rear. It went on for... a couple hours, I don't know. They traded places every once in a while, but they didn't stop until they were done. Lance was among them, and was the last one to finish. I knew because it was hard to mistake that southern twang for anyfur else. There was another circle of males, but this time there was no blindfold. In the middle of them all, with a leash that Lance held to his collar, was the otter. Judging by his eager expression, he wanted this. No, scratch that. He LIVED for this. Dail's eyes were directly on me, almost drooling in his hunger. This entire situation made me uncomfortable... especially since I had been in it. The only things I could be thankful for was that it wasn't me in the center, and that Dail seemed to want it. Badly. "So, uh... you gonna come or what?" asked Bax. It wasn't really a question, especially when reinforced by Lance saying, "Shut the door, he's coming. Or we'll have another pet to play with. Right boys?" He sneered, and there were sounds of assent. Going by the armadillo's face, though, he had about as much choice as I did. Looking at Dail, the otter's tail seemed to twitch in excitement. I was not about to be subjected to that kinda treatment again, though. "I'm in," I said, starting to unbuckle my jeans and take my place in the circle. I noticed Dail's face fall a bit, then light right back up when my boxers came down. Now, I'm not saying that I have a thin dick or anything, but... I got some amount of length on me. It's not something I advertised, but I didn't have any issues with inadequacy in that area. However... I seemed to have attracted the otter, though everybody else was hard. Dail, apparently, was just going on the size of my sheath. "Alright, Dail... you wanna use the frat house for a party, you're our bitch tonight. You gotta suck and fuck until we're done with you, got it?" Lance tugged hard on the leash, jerking the otter upward, who let out a strangled gasp. I couldn't watch this... Dail let out some kinda sound which Lance took for a "yes" and let him go. "Now, go make Rasta there hard, since he's the only one who isn't." I glared at Lance, letting him know how much I did not want to be a part of this. "Oh, what, you gotta problem with another male suckin' you off? Well, I sugGEST you get over that problem real quick-like, got it?" I held my silence, but kept my ears back. Lance looked as if he was going to say something before Bax broke in. "Hey there, Lance? Before you start tryin' to punish him, how about you just let Dail's tongue do it's work, huh? 'Sides, everybody else here wants to hurry up and get to it... and all this is slowin' things down." The bear nodded a bit, then at Dail. "Alright otter... do your thing." Dail nodded with an eagerness that was almost sickening. I whispered to Bax. "Why did you rope me into this?" Dail came a bit closer, crawling, almost seeming to savor the moment before he could pounce on my unsuspecting dick, flush it out of hiding. "You were the one that was curious, mm? Now c'mon, enjoy yourself." He gave me a bit of a companionable arm punch. "Big white Argentine dogo like you, scared of a cocksucker like him? C'mon dude... don't make me regret I pushed to have you on as a pledge, alright?" I hated it when he brought that up. I mean... aside from the overbearing Lance, it was a good fraternity and an alright group of guys. There were a lotta potential pledges that wanted to get in, and Bax did kinda had to fight to get me into the pledge group. Whenever he brought that up, I knew I just had to suck it up and try to enjoy myself. That, and, knowing Lance, he would put his big, ursine foot up my ass if I backed out at this point. Thankfully, Dail made the enjoyment part relatively easy. No, I wasn't entirely comfortable with his creepy ass licking at my sheath, but... it felt good. He had some skill, which would probably explain a lot. I opened my eyes to look at him, my face kinda torn between acceptance and revulsion, and he just calmly and slowly licked up my sheath, feathering it around at the tip until my body responded for me. Slowly, I peeked up out of my sheath, the pinkish tip making itself known. The sleep-deprived otter didn't do anything to it... just kept licking my sheath, his paws gripping my legs for balance, his own stiffy raging hard as more of me came out. I shuddered a little bit. Dammit, he was good. I didn't want to admit it, but my body wasn't going to lie to me, so it was kinda time for me to stop lying to it. And this was before he started actually paying attention to the pink tip he was bringing out of me. I suppressed a moan of surprise when his tongue first passed over my cock, then actually gasped as he started to close his muzzle around me, more of my dick going into his mouth. By the time I was actually completely hard, he had his nose pressed right up to my crotch and was swallowing around my tip. Very suddenly, it was gone. There was a slight choking and slurping noise, and I opened my mouth to find Dail with a mess of pre about his legs, holding onto his collar a bit but smiling up at Lance. The bear didn't exactly smile back. "Now that everybody's ready... We're gonna start fuckin' 'im now. Bax, stuff his ass. You two are gonna take paw jobs," he told me and the armadillo, Ian. "Slick 'em up first. And then you'd better suck my dick better than you did that Dogo, or we're gonna have problems." Everyfur moved into place. Bax moved up behind the otter, lifted his tail and pushed himself inside, started pumping away. Ian moved to one side, gesturing to me with a flick of his head. Lance gave me a stare, which obviously meant "hurry the fuck up." Everyfur had a place to move to, except me. I was just along for the ride, unwilling. Lance had us switch positions, every so often. After he got finished ramming his dick into Dail's throat, he moved himself undertail, Bax getting pawed, and Ian getting sucked. I didn't move, but, as divided as his attention was, Dail was sure to keep me hard. A little while later, I was commanded to get the otter's muzzle, and he seemed to throw extra effort into it, looking up at me with lustful eyes and moaning as the bear cock rammed itself through his bowels. Lance didn't notice. He was too caught up in whatever pleasure he was getting. Bax, I think, did, and I know Ian did, cuz he was looking at me and Dail. He didn't say anything though. But still, wherever I was, that's where Dail seemed to concentrate himself. Lance was constantly at head or ass, pushing himself in as hard as he could. I think he came a few times, judging by his actions. Bax did too, once while getting a paw job and spraying all over the otter's arm. Outside of Lance, he was the one that enjoyed this the most. Ian was more quiet about things. If he came, I don't know, and I wasn't gonna ask. Me, I only came once, and that was when Lance had Dail lay on the floor as we all blew a load onto him, including the otter, who had been pawing himself. I got dressed and left soon after. It didn't feel right that I was apart of that, and I did not like that Lance had shoved his need for a group fuck onto others. I was wired and angry, so I woke up Gren and sent him to bed, since he was already asleep when I got back downstairs. My work was pushed to one side, but I didn't start it up again. I had to calm down first. Bax came down the stairs after a bit, smiling and clapping me on the back. "Hey hey! Rasta, you did good t'night!" "Bax. Shut up. I don't ever wanna be apart of that shit again, understand?" The badger actually looked shocked. "Why not dude? You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it, I saw you cum back there, heh heh." I didn't want to deal with him. I started growling a little, which he noticed and backed up a step. I was quiet, for once. "Bax, pull your head out of your own ass. As a matter of fact, pull your head out of Lance's ass. And don't involve me in any of that kinda shit ever again." "Alright... fine. Don't get curious, then." He went back upstairs, and I just put my head in my paws and gave a sigh. Somefur else came down. Gods, I hoped it wasn't Lance. It wasn't Lance. It was Dail. "Hoped you noticed the extra I was thrownin' your way..." "Get out," I said, not looking at him. "I don't wanna see you again." He moved away, and then I started hating myself for needing this question. "Wait. I'm probably gonna regret asking this, but why the extra effort?" I picked my head up, and saw that lusty, creepy grin of his. "Mm... honestly? I was hoping that somebody would catch you, strip you, throw your white-furred body down with me. Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy getting cocked like that. I think I came about two or three times. But I've never mounted somebody... had my way with them, like others with me. I'm always on the bottom of the pile... but I wanna get to the top. Eheheheh..." "I was right. I did regret asking that." Dail grinned, but opened the door, telling me he'd see me on the night of the party, then leaving. No, I wouldn't. I'd better not. If it was up to me, I wouldn't go to any party where Dail was again. Of course, what you want and what happens are often two completely different things. * * * Please comment and vote!