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I waited a moment for the excitement to die down, for the newly minted brothers of Kappa Nu Tau to remember that the night wasn't over yet. That there was still a prize left to claim tonight; that the pleasures I offered were more tangible and immediate than mere membership in a fraternity. I stepped forward - deliberately, slowly - waiting until everyone was watching for my next move. Under the palpable weight of everyone's attention I reached down into my sheer-as-nothing g-string, my fingers surely visible through the fabric as I peeled the tape off my pussy to reveal the true reward for all the trials and hazing of initiation.

I let the lingerie snap back into place as I withdrew my hand, leaving one last obstacle that obscured nothing; just a tantalizing promise of what was to come. Edison was closest to me in the lineup. He didn't even realize I was walking towards him, his eyes glued between my legs. Too late, the arcanine's head snapped up, just in time for me to press the pussy-tape under his nose. Its underside was slick with my stoppered arousal.

His eyes crossed, but his nose already knew what I had done, its frenzied sniffing only saturating him further in my scent. His paw came up, only to freeze when Val’s command cut across the room. “Leave it, Edison.” The paw lowered, the big dog looking at me almost plaintively, but I ignored him, moving to the opposite end of the line. The cocky bastard could wait in his cage while sniffing on that.

Travis I walked past, and though Andrew's musculature and confidence tempted me, I ignored him as well. Whether through chance or choice, my target was at the other end of the lineup. I crouched down in front of Ian, the boltund looking like he was having a panic attack.

“H-hi, um, Socks.”

“Hey.” On a whim, I reached out and stroked his back. He stiffened at the touch, then relaxed, if by only a few strands of fur. “Nervous?”

“Yeah.” He took a deep breath. “It's uh…”

I leaned in to murmur in his ear. “First time?” I let my hands roam down, feeling up a surprisingly firm ass.

“Pretty much.” His answer was a choked whisper. I didn't let that stop me, reaching beneath him now to heft his sheath in my palm.

“Do you want to be my first tonight? While I'm still… clean?” I slipped a finger into the protective skin, spreading some of the lubrication on my fingers before plunging them in.

“Oh!” he squeaked. The mechanism disengaged easily, and I pulled it out. “Um, I don't know. It sounds like a lot of pressure.” His eyes betrayed him, darting around the room at the other boys.

“Well how about this then?” Now that he was divested of the cage, I gave his package a squeeze, the dog letting out a low groan, his tip peeking out. “Let me know when you feel ready, and maybe we can get a quiet room away from all the eyes. For now though…” I went on all fours to duck beneath him, giving his tip an encouraging suckle that had the rest spilling out into the open. A few hoots and jeers came from the audience, though half of it was directed at me. I imagine I had given the room quite a view while on my hands and knees.

“Oh, Arceus Socks…” Coming from him, the pet name almost didn't sound like the objectifying invention of a boy's club. I smiled. What he lacked in confidence, he made up for by being genuinely cute.

I didn't linger. Next to him was Travis, who turned towards me expectantly. I scrutinized him.

“And what does it take to break through that cool of yours?” The absol seemed taken aback.

“Sorry?”

“So polite.” I came up alongside him and cupped his balls. “Tonight's not the night for manners. What do I need to do to make you let loose?”

He smiled wryly. “I don't suppose I could beg for the Ian treatment?”

My other hand reached under him and gave his sheath a squeeze. He gave a barely audible inhale next to my ear. “No. You're way too composed for special treatment.” I slid a finger into it, running along a metal bar of his cage before finding the flesh between them. To my mild surprise, he was already hardening, his cock trying its best to burst through its confinement. “So you are interested.” I kept my voice pitched low and intimate. “For a moment I thought you might just not be interested in…” Women? Humans? “...me.”

“No,” he muttered in return. “That's certainly not an issue.”

“Flatterer.” It didn't hurt at all to hear what my hands were already telling me. “So,” I asked conversationally, my finger rubbing slow circles on his tip, “why the disinterested act?”

“I don't want to be rude.” His response was so mundane as to be entirely lacking in credibility.

I scoffed. “Rude?”

“I mean, for all I know you just picked the wrong assignment out of a hat right? You didn't even know who we were before tonight, so we're just the guys you've been told to fuck.” After his earlier courteousness, his swearing sounded much more vulgar.

I looked him over - really looked at him. I hadn't met many absol. But he seemed like he'd be considered attractive, with elegant lines and a cute muzzle.

“I had a lot of other choices for assignments. I'm here because I wanted to be. And you're handsome.” I twisted his cage free and he immediately grew in my hand, the metal contraption clattering to the floor as I was rewarded by a handful of cock. I gave it a slow stroke. “This looks plenty handsome to me too. So don't worry about it. It can be that simple.”

“Simple?” I still didn't have enough of a read on him to know how much I got through to him, but it seemed clear that I hadn't failed entirely. “Simple I can do, I suppose.” The look he gave me lacked the raw animal interest I got from the others, but he seemed…less uneasy.

Next to him was the dusk lycanrock, his ears perking up and his tail wagging as I came up to him. “Hi!”

“Hey! I didn't get a chance to get to know you earlier.”

“I'm David!” After Travis's unflappable poise and Ian’s nerves, the lycanrock’s simple cheer was a breath of fresh air. “I love the look,” he indicated my general state of undress with a waggled paw. “It's sexy as fuck.”

I smiled. “Thanks. It was Val’s idea.”

“Is it true that we get to, you know…?” He tilted his head as he drew out the word. “The bros aren't just fucking with us right?”

“As far as I know, I'm here to get the living daylights fucked out of me.”

“Damn. You're intense, girl.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Nope,” he said quickly, “no complaints here, nuh uh. Though I wouldn't mind a little help with this, umm.” He looked between his legs for a moment. “Yeah, lend ya boy a hand?”

Doing so granted me a very respectable handful of dog cock. “Damn that thing is tight! Glad to have that off.” He humped into my hand shamelessly a few times. “A bit more of this later then, yeah?”

I skipped Andrew, mouthing a brief apology to him. I'd make it up to him soon enough. That left me with Edison, the arcanine looking increasingly antsy with every breath. “Get this thing off of me,” he growled.

“This thing? I pulled the tape off his muzzle, the big dog yelping as some fur came with it.

“You know what thing!” He was clearly wound up. Getting the cage off of him took a while, and not just because I wanted to let him stew. The arcanine was straining at the bars, the cage probably small for him even if he wasn't doing his best to bend steel with his erection. When I finally got the mechanism disengaged, the sound he made was half groan, half snarl as he advanced on me.

I stopped him with a finger on his nose. “Andrew needs to be let out too,” I chastised mockingly. The growl of frustration was more than adequate reward to my ears. The look he shot me promised revenge.

“Saved the best for last?” Andrew arched his brow. The houndoom stood proudly, his wide stance highlighting his wares, contained as they might be.

“Maybe.” I smiled teasingly. “Or maybe I just need an excuse not to get split in two first thing tonight.” Edison glared daggers at me but didn't interrupt.

“Maybe,” Andrew equivocated in return, his sardonic smile showing exactly how much he believed my excuse.

“Val told me about something that I wanted to try though.”

“Oh?”

“Easier to show you.” It was my second time crawling beneath a dog tonight, but Andrew stood a lot taller than Ian, giving me more than enough room to support myself on my elbows and still find myself face to face with his sheath. I started by giving the fuzzy package a lick, the muscular hound grunting above me, before diving in and making out with his sheath. My tongue slid against slick flesh before encountering metal bars, which I licked between enthusiastically.

Andrew was surprisingly patient with the tease, but eventually a paw on the back of my head urged me to work. I reluctantly searched with my tongue for the mechanism - working it was much harder than using fingers, but eventually it came free with a satisfying click. I hooked the tip of my tongue through a bar and pulled it free.

The houndoom only let me free long enough to drop the cage on the floor beneath him. Then he pulled me against his sheath again, letting me capture his emerging tip. It grew, inches of sensitive flesh spilling into my mouth that I lathered with loving licks.

When he threatened to reach the back of my throat, his paw let me free, but I stayed lips glued to his sheath, swallowing his dick with barely a sound. He grunted, cock lodged deep into my throat, then thrusted the last few inches into me. His sheath scrunched against my lips, and I swallowed around him, feeling him fill my throat to the brim.

Impressed explanations rang around the room. “Careful Andrew,” Jorge’s voice rose above them all. “No broken jaws today.”

“I've got it under control,” Andrew grunted. His paw returned to my head and he gave a grind against my face, before pulling out. I got a few gasps of air before he was pushing into my mouth again, this time letting me suckle and swirl my tongue around his tip. “Good girl,” he growled.

His words stroked the embers of my lust and I found myself reaching down between my legs. But before I got there, claws hooked into the string of my panties and peeled them down my legs. A clamour arose from the room as I was finally fully exposed for their eyes.

“I got you girl,” David’s voice came from behind me, and then a broad tongue licked forcefully up the entire length of my pussy, pressing into my passage and surprising me into moaning unintelligibly around Andrew's length. I expected David to mount me there and then, but the lycanrock defied expectations. “Fuck you smell amazing.” His tongue plunged into my passage.

Maybe there was an olfactory element to it that I wasn't privy to. I didn't respond. Couldn't respond, really, not when I was lavishing Andrew's cock with all the skill I could muster, feeling him twitch and spurt pre into my mouth.

I was just feeling myself fall into the groove of pleasuring the houndoom, enjoying David’s tongue enthusiastically eating me out, when Andrew's paw shoved me off his dick. Surprised, I stumbled back, nearly tripping over the lycanrock as he danced out of the way with a clatter of claws against the wooden floor. Regaining my feet, I pulled myself up using the table before looking at him in confusion.

He didn't answer. The houndoom just advanced on me, rearing up to press me flat against the table top. The meaning was clear. I hooked my legs around his back. Then it was just a matter of aligning ourselves; a bit of shuffling on his part, a bit of wiggling on mine and he slid home into me.

The penetration was smooth, slicked with copious amounts of saliva and arousal on both ends. He bottomed out with a growl, a smoldering stare locking onto me. But I was distracted. No longer buried in his underbelly, I was free to see everyone.

All the dogs, arrayed around the table. All the eyes, watching me with sordid intent. Fixated on my bare skin, the sort of exposure only a human, with our silly nudity taboos, could achieve. Here and now, I was thankful for it. Naked, I was twice as enticing, the forbidden fruit put on display. I basked in their attention. Val's face was unreadable as he watched me.

Perhaps sensing my lapse, Andrew gave a sharp hump with his hips, the sudden movement making me wrap my legs around him tighter. Having regained my attention, he thrust again, and again, settling into a spirited beat. I worked hard to match his tempo - our position meant that I couldn't just hold on, but needed to meet his thrusts with my own or we'd just end up grinding. But it didn't take long before my legs and abs were burning from holding myself up and we fell out of sync.

Frustrated, the houndoom heaved me fully onto the table, scattering plates and cutlery. He followed me up with a leap, directing me to roll over with a gesture of his paw. I had barely gotten on my hands and knees when he mounted me, his claws scraping against my hips, and claimed me with a swift thrust.

In the canine’s titular position, he could go as hard and as fast as his body let him. Those muscles proved not to be only for show, propelling him into me at a savage pace. There was admittedly more athleticism than art to his technique. I couldn't help but compare him to Val, the espeon’s finesse and precision exceeding the houndoom’s by far. Yet quantity indeed had a quality of its own, as the fast-coiling tension between my legs attested.

He rutted me, no other word could apply. The houndoom slammed his hips against my ass, his cock spearing into me and spreading me wide around his girth, unrelenting in his fervor. His balls slapped against me, hard enough that I thought it must be painful for him, but he showed no sign of discomfort as he snarled and dragged my hips closer with his paws, as if I were trying to get away.

For my part, I just took it, limbs trembling against his onslaught, involuntary sounds escaping my mouth… my straying eyes peering through a veil of my hair, watching the boys watch me. Some had gotten onto the table for a better view, glimpses of red peeking from their sheathes. All of their rapt desire was unwitting worship at my altar, and it wound me up just as well as the cock plunging into my pussy, in full view of the entire frat and the camera Chaddius had strapped to his head…

I think the realization that I was being filmed sent me over the edge, my arms giving out as clenching pleasure burst from my loins, leaving me shuddering on my elbows. Andrew didn't slow, pounding me like a machine throughout the orgasm and past it, forcing embarrassing sounds from my mouth as I did my best to endure. It was almost a relief when I felt that telltale catch against my lips as he pulled out, the straining resistance as he pushed back in. The houndoom felt it too, because suddenly he was all short, shallow thrusts, keeping himself buried deep as his knot grew, and grew, until my toes were curling at the delicious stretch.

He ended up being a very manageable size; large, certainly, his knot supplementing his girth far beyond any human dick. But I had been fucking Val for a year now and had plenty of practice taking knots. The way he kept cumming into me long after a human would be done was familiar too, the canine more productive than a human by far. So as I lay panting, I was free to watch the room, to see the arousal so thick that I could almost smell it. I noted who leaned in eagerly, imagining their own turn at me. And because I was taking notes, I didn't miss the strange expression on Val’s face.

I caught his eye and raised an eyebrow a miniscule amount. In reply, he shook his head dismissively, the impassive mask slipping back over his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, but didn't push.

“Damn!” David's voice cut over the crowd’s. “You've got her stuffed real good.” I looked between my legs. The lycanrock had propped his forelegs on the table and was leaning in to examine our joining.

“David get your nose away from my ass,” Andrew rumbled above me.

“Not a drop leaking past.” Our voyeur was undeterred.

I gathered my wits and interrupted the exchange. “Hold up, are you filming me?”

Jorge cleared his throat awkwardly. “We usually have a strict rule about not making recordings.”

“Usually?”

Chaddius answered. “Val said you'd want one. But we can stop and delete it if you want.”

It didn't take more than a second to make up my mind. “No, keep going.” I lowered my chest to the table, Andrew exhaling and following me down to settle on my back. “So what now?”

Edison strode to the table. “Well I'm hungry,” he said a bit huffily. I guess he was miffed at not getting first dibs on me. He'd have to wait; there was only one of me to go around.

“It'll probably be a while before we're free,” Andrew rumbled.

“I know how knots work.”

“You certainly do.”

I felt a prideful flush. “You know,” I pitched my voice low and husky, “just because I'm tied doesn't mean we can't do anything else.” Andrew shifted on my back at those words, but didn't say anything. “I can still give-”

“I volunteer!” David cut in.

“-a blowjob.”

“I volunteer as tribute!” He hopped onto the table, narrowly missing the plate that a disgruntled Edison had just placed down. The lycanrock struck a pose. “I want a taste of this legendary throat.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Legendary?”

“Thoren’s been telling stories,” David explained animatedly. “Said it was so good he almost preferred the blowjob over your pussy.”

“She is good,” Andrew conceded.

I found Thoren in the crowd, the mightyena blushing but meeting my gaze. “You can get your fix later.” He nodded abashedly. I turned my attention to David. “Well, come on then.”

“Yeah!” He stepped up to my head. Andrew decided to turn, stepping smartly over me, his dick rotating in a way that forced a guttural groan out of me.

“Aww aren't you two going to stare lovingly into each other's eyes while spit-roasting me?” I took David’s sheath in hand, rubbing the fuzzy skin to coax out his cock.

“I'm good,” Andrew said tersely.

I ignored him to focus on the task at hand, greeting David's head with a lick as it emerged. It didn't take long for me to work his length deeper and deeper into my throat, the lycanrock announcing my praises enthusiastically to the room.

The room, in turn, wasn’t shy on the commentary. “Damn she's got him deep!” Someone off to my right sounded impressed. “Think we'll get a chance at her later?”

“Bet she’ll be tired out before she's even done with the pledges. Even a canine girl would be sore after taking that many knots.”

“Naw, she promised us all a turn!” That was unmistakably Chaddius. “You wouldn't pussy out on us, would you Socks?”

With my mouth stuffed full of David's shaft, all I could do was shake my head.

“I'll hold you to that.” Chaddius crowed. He continued talking, but at that moment I felt the distinctive feeling of Andrew's knot slipping loose. With a loud squelch, he came free. At that moment, I heard the sound of metal impacting wood behind me. When I looked between my legs, a metal mixing bowl was placed under me, catching the stream of Andrew's cum seeping out of my slit. I guess the boys didn't want it splattered all over the table.

Freed from his tie, the houndoom hopped off the table without a word. I busied myself with working David to the edge, slipping a hand between my legs and stuffing three fingers inside myself to soothe the yearning emptiness Andrew had left behind. “Needy girl,” someone snickered.

“Yo Socks, I'm close,” David announced. I could tell. He was leaking pre profusely and his knot had inflated to the size of my fist. All it took was for me to lean in, taking him deep into my mouth until I was kissing the bulb, and for me to take it in my hand and squeeze, tugging the base, and he erupted. Several shots of cum went directly down my throat before I pulled off of him and let him paint my face and chest.

A raucous cheer filled the room, equal parts congratulations for David and catcalling me. Flushed from the attention, I rubbed vigorously inside myself until I also came, whimpering and trembling. A second round of hooting followed.

I gave David's head a final suckle, still gripping his knot. He jerked and another trickle of cum seeped into my mouth before I pulled off with a pop of suction. I gave a perfunctory clearing of my throat.

“Did I live up to the stories?” David's tail wagged furiously in response.

“Damn girl, you were crazy! How’d you manage not to gag?”

I grinned. “Please David, I was raised better than to gag.” A chuckle from the peanut gallery. I gave a parting squeeze of his knot. “But I want this bad boy inside me next time.”

“You bet, boss.” He gave a mock salute and hopped off the table. I picked my way to the center of the table, clearing some plates aside until I could lie across the center like some sort of human runner cloth, stretching luxuriously. I could see David's cum splattered across my tits, feel it on my neck and face. I reached down, sliding two fingers between my lips and widening them in a V to spread my pussy. It felt like a slick mess, probably still oozing Andrew's seed.

Despite just cumming, my body was ready to go again. I pinched my clit between two fingers, giving it a roll, while my other hand grabbed a boob and groped, smearing lycanrock ejaculate across my chest. I snuck a look around the table beneath hooded eyes. The boys were rapt, several of them reared up with their paws on the table to ogle me.

“Feel free to cop a feel if you want,” I purred. There was only a fraction of a second of hesitation before there were paws on me from every angle. Everyone wanted a piece of me, wanted to experience what had been teased. My hands were swept aside, my tits groped, my nipples teased with the brush of paw pads and even the adventurous tongue. Someone daring ground their paw against my clit, and I rewarded them with several performative hiprolls against it that had my whole body undulating.

It became a general squirming as someone else decided to one up them with a whole paw up my pussy. Somehow they kept their claws from scraping against me, and the penetration was surprisingly good. I opened my eyes to see Travis looking down on me reservedly, and I was caught off guard when he leaned down to push his tongue until my mouth.

I closed my eyes, moaning into his muzzle. He was a surprisingly good kisser. Clearly he had practice somewhere. I reached out blindly, my hand patting his flank before finding his sheath. My other hand found someone else's dick, already erect, and I started trying to jerk both of them off, rolling my hips against the paws that fought for ownership of my pussy, pushing my tits against the paws groping them.

It was overwhelming, just myself pitted against the lusts of a whole frat. I couldn't keep track of who did what to me, who I was giving a handjob to, especially with the way Travis was monopolizing my mouth. At some point the other dog I was working erupted, everyone's paws jerking away from me with shouted insults as he shot streaks of pearly seed across my midriff and thighs.

Travis also pulled away from me, leaving me wholly unattended for the first time in a quarter of an hour. He was looking away from me, his face more contemplative than you’d expect for the situation.

I tried to meet the absol’s eyes. “Having second thoughts?”

He ducked his head. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I just can't get over how weird this is.”

“Which part?” I grinned wryly. “Nothing that happened tonight has been normal for me either.”

“Really?” He tilted his head. “You seem to be taking it in stride.” I smirked at him. It was difficult, but I could just about make out a blush on his dusky skin. “Sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything.”

“Don't be sorry.” Deliberately, I stretched, laughing internally at the way his eyes snapped up to meet mine when he realized he was staring. “It's fine to look,” I coaxed. “It's kind of what I'm here for.”

The absol gave me a cursory look over, more to comply than out of any actual appreciation. I couldn't figure him out. He seemed turned on one moment, then disinterested the next. It felt like I was missing a part of his puzzle, but I couldn’t spend the time to untangle it. “How… do we do this?” he asked, the energy in the question sounding forced.

“How do you want me?” I ran a hand down my front, gathering the errant strings of cum onto my fingers, smoothing the pearly strands into a sticky mess that formed a web between my index and middle finger. “It’s your big night.” I slid them into my pussy, adding the contributions to Andrew’s mess already inside me. My body clenched involuntarily at just how deliciously dirty my actions were.

Travis was still looking at me oddly, his head tilted. After a moment, he shook himself. “On your back? And maybe somewhere more comfortable?” I sat up, propping myself up with my arms. I looked around the room for an appropriate place, using the movement to hide a frown.

The absol didn’t seem reluctant, exactly, but he wasn’t enthusiastic about the chance to fuck me either. It didn’t seem to be nerves, like with Ian. I didn’t think it was his first time, either, though he was so composed and inscrutable that I doubted I’d be able to tell if he was inexperienced from demeanor alone.

“You don’t have a girlfriend or something already, do you?” I didn’t know how the boys would handle something like that - surely it must have come up before. I rolled off the table and started to make my way to the couch that was now pushed up against a window, a hand between my legs still, this time to catch any drippage. My other hand I used to grab a throw pillow and place it under my hips as I lay down.

The absol shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I’m sorry I made you worry. Please don’t think anything of it.” He hopped up to straddle me, some distance still separating our bodies. I reached up and placed a hand on his back, lightly, trying to let it be an invitation rather than a command. I felt Travis inhale, his sides expanding against my arm, then let out the breath quietly. He crouched, bringing his hips in line with mine. Despite himself, he was hard, his tip tracing a slick line against my thigh. He looked like he was about to say something, but I forestalled the words by reaching down and slipping it into me.

“Oh!” Whatever the absol was going to say was forgotten as he sank into me. “That's… you're…”

I sighed contentedly. “You feel great Travis.” I wrapped my legs around his back, mindful of the blade of his tail, pulling him into me until I could feel his sheath against my lips. “Just like that.” He indulged me, letting me grind against him for a moment.

“It's more fun when you thrust, Travis!” Someone had gotten impatient at the lack of a show. The absol showed no response to their words, seemingly content to wait for my cue. I loosened my legs, giving him some room to work with. He pulled back, and thrust.

It was unfortunate, really, that the length of Travis’s body let him tuck his head against my neck. It should have been an intimate position, soft cheek fur against sensitive skin, but it meant I couldn't see his face. With his earlier ambivalence, I was left in the dark as to whether he was really enjoying himself.

Not that it could detract from the physical experience too much, not when Travis was clearly experienced at the act. Half grinding, half slow, languid thrusts, his technique was, for lack of a better word, artful. Subtle, but undeniably effective, somehow rubbing against my clit while still giving me the satisfying stretch of penetration. My first orgasm was unexpected, creeping up on me before suddenly pouncing, my body pulling me out of my thoughts.

Travis didn't stop, but it had been a small peak, and I was left wanting more rather than overstimulated. I let my concerns go for the moment, putting myself into my body and moving my hips against him. I lost myself in undulating myself into him, rolling into his grinds and keeping my clit pressed slick and aching against his shaft

My perception of time had narrowed to Travis’s rhythmic exhalations, his breath hot against my neck. He hadn’t moved his head from my neck. I was shuddery and my breath fluttering from a dozen micro-orgasms that swept over me and pulled me under again and again, yet somehow I felt like I was being edged, still yearning for a promised tumultuous finish.

Buried entirely inside me the whole time, I barely noticed when his knot started inflating. It wasn’t until he pulled out and it caught against my entrance with a toe curling pressure that I understood we were already tied. He had to be close, but when he finally sat up and I could see his face again, it was composed, his eyes narrowed in focus. Mindful of his claws, he reached to our joining and pressed a soft pawpad against my clit. And then he proceeded to rub me to completion with the precision of a scalpel, building up a tremendous, inevitable orgasm that took a lifetime to crest and whose impact left me insensate.

When I finally pulled the pieces of my mind back together, he had already pulled out and had faded back into the crowd, leaving just his seed in me and the distinct feeling that while I had been played like an instrument by a master of his craft, I hadn’t been a particularly beloved one. “Can't win them all I suppose,” I muttered to myself.

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There was a lull in the action as I was left to collect myself. The boys formed small clusters around the tables, talking amongst themselves and sneaking looks at me. It was no different from before, really, but at that moment I felt profoundly alone. I was about to invite the next pledge to take their turn at me when Thoren’s voice cut in.

“Hey Val, why don't you show the newbies how you and your girlfriend fuck?”

I looked around the room for Val, protests about him not being my boyfriend on the tip of my tongue, but the words died on my lips when I saw him.

Oh. My espeon looked miserable.

It would probably be harder to tell if I weren't so familiar with Val, but the only time I'd seen him worse was after our first time together. Thoren must also have seen it - his question had sounded strained and artificial. But it was clear as day to me that Val was hurting, and my stomach plunging away from me told me that I had made a mistake.

Finally noticing our attention on him, he straightened up, the moment of vulnerability swept beneath a curtain of inscrutability. Luckily for him, the room had been too caught up in the events to see his expression.

“Val! Val! Val! Val!” The chant was taken up by the frat, and he had no choice but to go along with it.

“Let's do it on the floor,” he said quietly. I scrambled off the sofa and he slunk up next to me.

“Are you…” He wasn't ok. “Was this a mistake?”

He shook his head imperceptibly. “Hush.” I barely made out his voice. He led the way to the plush rug that he and Thoren had taken me on a few days earlier. “Knees and elbows,” he commanded, this time with his voice pitched for the room. “We'll show the kids how to really fuck.”

I wanted to call a pause, to take him out of the room and apologize, to ask his forgiveness. But beneath the eyes of the frat, I couldn't, as vulnerable to the current as he was. So I slowly took my position, aiming my ass at the rest of the room while taking advantage of my face being obscured to stare at Val, desperately trying to make eye contact before… I wasn't sure before what.

When he took me it was rough, hilting himself in me with a single sharp thrust that had me crying out even with the ample lubrication and warm-up. There was no tease, none of the expert reading of my body I'd come to expect.

He wasn't trying. That wasn't to say he didn't put effort into it. He was fucking me hard and fast, in a way that threatened to turn my legs into jelly, but it was all physical effort. I exhaled shakily, knowing that I'd fucked it up for real this time, went too far in my reckless adventurousness and ruined a good thing. I couldn't keep my next breath from turning into a strangled sob.

He interrupted his pace for a hard, deep thrust, putting his self hatred into it. It didn't hurt. Not physically. Not compared to how his callous treatment belied the helpless anger and hollow loss in his stomach, the emotions so empathically transparent to me that it felt like I had taken a fist to the stomach.

If I hadn't replayed the memory of our first time together so many times, I probably wouldn't have realized what was happening. If I hadn't relived those fleeting moments when our minds were connected, when I could feel his pleasure like it was my own, time and again on lonely nights… Heck, I’d even substituted the fantasy during some of the times when I was beneath Val for real. If I hadn't revisited the memory until its edges were worn and dogeared…

Maybe I wouldn't have realized that I was feeling his emotions as my own, understood that we had once again established a mental connection, a matebond, just like the first time we hooked up just over a year ago. But with the knowledge on my side, it wasn’t too difficult to discern that the sexual pleasure I was feeling - the physical stimulation that asserted itself over my body despite how fucking shitty the whole situation was - wasn't just my own.

If I just concentrated a little, I could feel the way my folds clutched around his cock, feel my warmth and wetness as he roughly stabbed himself into me. His sensations overlaid themselves beneath mine, and it must have been the same for him, but he was so caught up in his anguish that I was pretty sure Val hadn't realized it yet. I should have said something, if only because he was feeling so terrible, and the sex should have been so bad.

Should have been bad, but somehow… When Val fucked himself into me again, it came with a surge of perverse gratification that was so powerful that my legs trembled. It took a while for me to untangle the feelings, complicated and self-contradictory as they were.

At first, I thought he might have simply been angry at me, and talking it out on my body. Maybe someone watching us would think that, based on what was visible. But carefully peeking into his mind through the connection, I was privy to a more nuanced understanding of his inner turmoil. He was angry, for sure, but most of that was turned inwards, almost like he was berating himself. There was some other emotion, perhaps jealousy, seeping through as a bitter undertone to the anger. I didn't quite understand, my fledgling attempt at interpreting his emotions too inexperienced to capture the nuances of my espeon.

What I knew was that the punishment he was delivering to me still had my… no, had our mutual arousal simmering to life. What should have been discomfort became commingled with pleasure, with an insidious satisfaction that must have been coming from Val. I hadn't thought him a true sadist, so the realization was more surprising than alarming at first.

Then I remembered that he likely hadn’t caught on to our nascent connection, and I understood: he must have been overwhelmed by the connection. So caught up in it that he was swept away, experiencing my pain as his own, feeling himself spread me wide with each savage thrust. And so the arousal that came with it, that couldn't have been just my own… was he getting off on experiencing me bottoming?

I could have asked. Again, I probably should have clued him into the window I had into his mind. But a selfish voice in my mind whispered that telling him would mean stopping. That he'd come to his senses and end the bond. And… I didn't want to. Because despite the emotional turbulence, despite the rather dubious quality of the sex, my cup had never felt so full. And it wasn't because I was stuffed with cock.

So rather voyeuristically, I kept quiet, and let the current of our connection pull me under. The more I gave in to the flow, the easier it was to tap into Val’s experience, until it was difficult to separate his sensations from mine. He was lost - we were lost, in each other - stuck in a self reinforcing loop of pleasure and punishment.

Punishment that somehow still stoked our ardor. I was increasingly sure Val was unknowingly reveling in the feeling of submission. That it was the way the shared feeling of my body being taken, used as nothing more than a sheath for his cock as he slammed into me again and again, that was fueling his lust. He sped up, rutting into me desperately. For the first time since Val and I first hooked up, I felt complete again.

I couldn't tell which one of us prompted it, but it was the espeon’s body that leaned forward and bit. I could feel my neck in his jaws; as fangs broke skin I could taste the metallic tang of my own blood on his tongue. A hind leg raised and gripped a hip for further leverage, drawing a pattern of claw marks on fragile, furless skin.

We were fucking at a frantic pace now, both of us humping against each other. When his knot caught against my lips, we ignored it, pulling the engorging bulb free before shoving it roughly back into my pussy. Someone uttered an incoherent warbling, and it took a moment to realize it came from my own throat, because it was definitely Val who had made the sound.

While the espeon trembled and mentally keened, it was my will that pulled, then tugged Val’s knot loose. His mind melted as he felt my folds yawn open, before the mass of his knot slipped free. I ground his knot into my pussy, my paws grabbing my human shoulders and pulling them into him. There was feeble resistance, the flesh already yielding as it slowly swallowed the fully erect knot. Val panted, his mental feed conveying gibberish, our bodies thrashing, our fingers clawing at the rug before all of the sudden the resistance failed and we slammed home. Val’s mind blanked as he saw white and suddenly I was cumming, brokenly clenching on his massive fucking knot as a warm wetness drenched my legs. It was a completely unfamiliar feeling for both of us.

“Holy shit.” There was a reverent silence. “Did she squirt?”

“What the fuck was that? Nobody's going to want to follow that insanity.”

“I think she's bleeding? Where's the first aid kit?” The voices blended into a mumbling mass, none of them quite working up the courage to approach us.

I felt the moment Val managed to disentangle himself enough. Enough to gather his wits and prepare to sever our connection, just like he had done last time. The anticipation of the impending loss had my stomach dropping out from under me. Through pure instinct, I did the mental equivalent of slapping his paw down.

“No.” Speaking to him telepathically came naturally. “Don't you dare.”

His head snapped around to look at me in shock.

“Val, if you cut me off again, we are done. Forever.”