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Chronicles of D.O.G - Entry 2:Duke Rocheister (Part II)

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>If someone told me that one day I'd be Alpha of a ragtag fraternity for Winchester Heights University, I would more than likely laugh in their face and call them fuckin' crazy. But then again, life has a very auspicious way of making things happen for a reason. The moment I set foot on campus, all those years ago, I just knew this new chapter in my life would be one hell of an adventure. Little did I know that it'd consist of idiotic antics, sexual escapades and brotherly bonding. However, I'm glad that it turned out the way it did. Looking back on it now, all those years ago, I do not regret a thing (well, maybe a couple things). That's beside the point; what happened has happened, and nothing will change that. I hope it never does.

>So there I was, a twenty-two-year-old Great Dane, freshman to W.H.U and complete greenhorn to college lifestyle, waiting to make it big in the world. To be completely honest, I was only doing it for the degree in order to excel in my workplace. Being employed at a small, wholesale grocery store doesn't necessarily have its perks. After having a discussion with my boss, Bruce, and my guardian, Uncle Max, I have made up my mind to go to college in order to obtain my Bachelor's degree in just about anything. As long as I had the paper, I could start my journey into adulthood. Boy, was I wrong.

>My first semester was an utter disaster. College life was nothing like high school. Then again, I haven't been in high school in a couple years so my studious skills were a tad rusty. I figured as long as I come to class and take notes I'd be fine, right? Wrong! There were reports, projects, note assessments, pop quizzes, tests, labs, and a bunch of other academic duties. One thing just piled on top of the other. I found myself burning out too quickly. Uncle Max tried his best to keep me encouraged, but it wasn't happening. Not only that, but the choice of my own fraternity wasn't exactly excellent. See, before D.O.G, I belonged to Alpha-Lambda-Pi (A.L.P for short).

>A.L.P was a really difficult fraternity to get into. It was one of the more prestige fraternities. Once you were in, you pretty much set for life eternal. The condition was either you had to have connections, serious connections, or you struck a positive chord with the head honchoes in some manner. For me it was because I took my high school to the championships in wrestling, and I happened to be the adoptive son of Maximilian von Davis. So I had the wealth and power aspect going for me. Who could say no to that? In truth, they just wanted me there to make themselves look better. And I knew it. But if I wanted to succeed in ife, I had to stay there, for my future. The only bright side was that I had my best bro, Nathan, with me. We both took our pledges together and both of us got accepted. Of course, our initiations was something I'd be more than pleased to forget.

>I don't care what you say, but swallowing dung beetles and washing it down with goat piss is anything but smart. I spent the good hour and a half sharing a toilet with Nathan, puking the contents out of our system. Of course, we'd do anything to be part of A.L.P, even if it meant throwing away our dignity for the night. Well, luckily we passed, and both Nathan and I were part of the A.L.P pack. It felt good to be part of something once more. The same nostalgia feeling of when I was with Tito and the boys flooded back into me. Sure it wasn't glamorous, but just being part of a pack, a family, something that I've always yearned, made me glad. Yet, the longer I stayed in the fraternity, the more I actually became disgruntle.

>On the surface, A.L.P was a fraternity with a high reputation and a spotless record. Beneath all that was a cesspool of bigotry and pride. There were many times that I did not feel comfortable coming out about my bisexuality. On occasion, I told myself it was a phase, and that I'd find a nice girl, settle down after college and marry her, maybe put a couple pups into her womb. Again, life has a funny way of working and sometimes the best planned things never happen as you'd expect. Still, at that time, my views were straightforward. Things were going accordingly, despite my late night study sessions and the occasional romp or two, until one night everything took a turn for the worse.

>I will never forget this day, no matter how bad I truly want to.

>It was a late Sunday evening. Nathan and I were in our dormitory. It was your usual run-of-the-mill room. We had a bunkbed which was pressed up against the far corner with a trunk at the far end mostly containing Nathan's belongings. Posters and university flags were pinned up on the walls. My computer desk was propped up in the adjacent corner of the room, right next to the window for better lighting. The view from outside was gorgeous. You could see most of the campus. And there, at the very far-end of the horizon, was that shoddy boarding house for sale, the same one that I saw when I first came to Winchester Heights University, and the one that would become D.O.G in the next few months. Anyway, Nathan was talking to his girlfriend at the time. Yeah, Nathan was a total Italian stallion with the ladies for a while. Hard to believe that some straight-laced college horse turned into such a wild power bottom. But that's not my story to tell, at least not yet. Sorry, I keep getting sidetracked on this matter. Ha-ha!

>I was at the desk, trying my best to finish this research paper that was due the following morning. Deciding to wait at the last minute was probably one of the worst ideas I ever had, even worse was I still had a hangover from drinking at the club with the guys the previous night. Nathan was laying on the bed nearby wearing nothing but a white T-shirt and a pair of boxers; his braided mane wedged between his teeth as he gnawed upon it. He had a really bad habit of chewing on his braid whenever he was stressed out. All I could hear was that constant smacking of his lips like a cow chewing on cud. At this point, I gave up on the paper and decided to half-ass it. Whatever grade I got, I'd deserve it.

>Suddenly there came a knock on the door. This surprised the two of us. Nathan looked up from his phone to turn his attention at the door, then he looked over to me with a shrug. I scooted the chair away from the desk and went over to see who it was. Opening the door a crack, I poked my nose out for a sniff. The initial response was a hard slap over my nostrils. I pulled back with a yelp. An obnoxious laugh erupted from the other end, a laugh that both me and Nathan never forgot. It was a really annoying, wailing laugh that made you grit your teeth. And the individual it belonged to happened to be head of A.L.P, a Doberman named Trevor.

>I have nothing against Dobermans, nothing at all, even though I keep getting mistaken for one. But Trevor Dupree was a major asshole. He flaunted his pedigree like a goddamn show dog. His father, like Uncle Max, was a president of a company for Port Providence and his mother was an heiress to some rich family that lived in Metropolia. Trev thought he was better than everyone, and if you forgot, he'd remind you. He was the epitome of a spoiled, rich brat. But one with a lot of charisma. The bastard knew how to sweet talk his way out of anything, or get other people to do his dirty work. At times, I had my suspicions that he had some shady dealings on the side. No evidence to prove it, though, unfortunately.

>Trevor pushed his way into the room. He stopped and sniffed the air, putting on an air of disgust. Nathan had put down his phone on the nearby night stand. He bent over to scoop up his jeans to put on. I took a quick moment to look over his backside. He had such a gorgeous ass. The way that his cheeks outlined the fabric of his boxers was truly mouthwatering. It was like two melons stuffed in there. However with Trevor in the room I had to quickly advert my gaze. The Doberman was an advocate of individuals against homosexuality. I always found this hilarious because our region, Grandis, was very open-minded. I guess you can say we adapted and come to the conclusion that whatever your sexual orientation is, it's here to stay. Yet, not everyone has the same outlook on the matter.

>I had to be careful. One wrong glance, one misplaced boner, and I'd be out of A.L.P for good. Not a great way to start my college year. Trevor crossed his arms over his chest. For a Doberman, he had that athletic thing going for him. His build was lean with toned muscles. A pair of cropped ears perched atop of his head, swiveling this way and that as if to catch words on the wind. He looked at me with his pristine blue eyes. If it wasn't for his arrogant attitude (and his laugh), I'd find myself falling for him in a heartbeat.

>With Nathan half-way decent now, Trevor asked what we were doing. I told him I had a paper to finish; Nathan said he was thinking about going out with his current lady friend with benefits. The Doberman scoffed before shaking his head. He clicked his tongue and smirked. I knew that smirk a mile away. We were going out tonight, and he would not take no for an answer. I learned this the hard way. Whenever someone said no to Trevor, he'd get his goons to mess with you. Whether it was throwing water balloons at you when you slept, taking all your underwear and throwing it all over the fraternity lawn, or uploading any embarrassing pictures from your phone onto the internet. Trevor always got his way.

>I sighed, abandoning my current attempts to ace the report, and asked him where we were going tonight. The Doberman just gave me a smirk before tossing my jacket at me and told me to be ready in fifteen minutes. Okay, great, another mysterious adventure awaited us. Nathan nickered softly putting his hand on my shoulder. That reassuring squeeze gave me the strength I needed to put up with that spoiled dog's antics. The two of us got dressed and went to the common room where Trevor and a few others were waiting for us. Most of the guys consisted of Trev's posse. There was a bulldog named Hank, a Rottweiler named Gustave, just to name a few. But the first two were Trev's flunkies. Whenever he wanted something done, they would make sure it was accomplished without a hassle.

>If Gustave and Hank were here, that means something big was going to go down. There was also an air of menace, too. A couple of the guys had baseball bats in their hands. Part of me was hoping we were going to the batting cages on campus. Nathan shuffled nervously. His nostrils flaring up as he snorted. He could tell something was up. Just by those hardcore stares we got. Already my instincts from being out on the streets began to kick in. I was about to throw down when Trevor stepped forward and held up his hands in the air. He laughed his annoying laugh before stating that we were going out tonight to have some fun, and to give us our graduation initiation. I didn't like the sound of that.

>Nathan asked him what he was talking about. I mean, to be honest, I thought we already proved ourselves to be A.L.P material after doing that stupid hazing exercise. Trev just shook his head, giggling his mad hyena-like laugh. That damn laugh always haunted my dreams. It was an ill-omen, a harbinger of something terrible to come. Hank walked over to me. He was such a tiny canine, but what he lacked in height he made up for in bulk. He shoved a bat into my chest, grunting mildly before turning back to stand by Trevor's side like some obedient pet. Gustave handed Nathan the other bat. I held it in my hands. It was heavy. The craftsmanship was impeccable. The bat crafted from stone oak, a rare lumber that you could only find down on the southern continent of Paleogaea. It was the type of bat that only a national baseball teams could afford. How Trev managed to get two of them I will never know.

>Once again, Nathan asked, but the Doberman just waved him off. He said that if we didn't hurry that the opportunity would not present itself again for a while. Nathan looked at me nervously. There was fear in his eyes. Reaching over, I patted his shoulder telling him that we'd be all right. As long as we stuck together we could accomplish anything. That seemed to calm the big stallion some. I hated to see Nate so anxious. He was a big guy, just a foot taller than me with thick muscles. To see my best bro so fretful, shuffling in his shoes and clicking his teeth together, it really didn't sit well with me. I figured we just do whatever Trevor wanted and regret it later.

>The shit-eating grin that appeared on the Doberman's face when we told him that we were game turned my concern for Nathan to anger towards that spoiled canine. I mean, seriously, the way his lips curled back slowly to show off his teeth was smug at best. Then he laughed. That same laugh that made everyone feel so uncomfortable. To this day, I don't think he was ever right in the head. However, we couldn't back down now. Taking the bats in our hands me, Nathan, Trevor and the others went to the parking lot where we all piled into Hank's van.

>There were eight of us all together. Hank and Trevor took the front seats; Nate and I along with Gustave and another guy took the backseats while the others were in the far back sitting in the open space amongst the empty bottles of beer and tools. Hank's vehicle was a real clunker. The paint had long since peeled away and the bumpers were rust-bitten. It was amazing the damn thing still ran. So there we all were riding in utter silence. Hank tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. The bulldog's face scrunched up as he tried to think. The poor guy wasn't too bright. I felt sorry for him.

>He opened his mouth but Trevor held up his hand to his face. It was a motion that he knew well enough. The canine shut his maw tightly and concentrated on driving. The more we drove on, the more I noticed the guys were getting antsy. Gustave kept looking around outside. The others in the back were peeking out the rear view windows of the van. Trevor was the only one that seemed to be cool-headed; his eyes were staring straight ahead. His arms were crossed over his chest while his ears pinned back flat against his head. He had a most menacing glare in his eyes. Nathan elbowed me lightly in the ribs. One look said it all in that long face.

>I had my suspicions too. This wasn't some night raid or prank. No, our A.L.P Alpha had something more sinister in mind. What he had in mind, however, I was not entirely sure. The one thing I did know for certain it had to deal with the bats that Trev gave us before we left. One of the guys, a jittery coyote, leaned forward and asked where we were going. A curt slap across the face from Trevor told him to sit down and keep his maw shut. The coyote rubbed the side of his cheek. A low growl caught in my throat. I despised how the Doberman treated his house mates. They were nothing but pawns in his games. He didn't care who got hurt, as long as it accomplished his goals.

>After half an hour of driving we came to a stop at a club in the low-income region of Port Providence. The entire area smelled of oil and piss. Nearby a homeless panther curled up in a cardboard box nursing on an empty bottle of gin snored away. We were parked right outside of what looked like to be an old car garage that went out of business a long time ago. However, the flashing lights and the sound of heavy bass coming from inside told me that a new owner had found another use for the abandoned garage. The rest of us got out of the van looking around the block. A cop car sped down the street parallel to us, its siren blaring. Trevor snickered as he jumped out from the passenger side and landed on his feet. The Doberman took a deep breath and spat on the ground.

>"Trash Town," he said.

>He turned to us and asked if we had our bats. I held mine up before slinging it over my shoulder. Nathan, snorting nervously, looked at his as he cradled it in the palm of his hands. The black stallion was such a gentle giant. I could never truly see him hurting anyone or anything for that matter. Yet, that didn't matter to Trev. He giggled joyously before pointing to the car garage. Graffiti stained the walls while a few people came around the corner with sticks in their maws. The Doberman looked around wildly before telling us to wait in the alleyway for a moment.

>He went off towards the club. The rest of us went to the alley and leaned against the walls. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. We were here on a very specific mission. It was a beat and run operation. Nathan and I were to beat up some victim that pissed off Trev. It was to test our trust and loyalty to the A.L.P fraternity. I wondered if Hank and Gustave had to do something similar to get in with the Doberman's good graces. I looked over to Nathan. He seemed severely sick. His face had a pallor to it; his purple eyes wide with fright. Suddenly, Hank shoved his hand into my chest, pinning me against the wall. He told me I better not chicken out. Growling, I shoved the bulldog away and retorted that he had no idea who the fuck he was dealing with.

>A moment later, we heard Trevor's voice. He was walking towards the alleyway with someone else. His arm was draped over a slender figure. They were too far off at the moment, but as they got closer, I got a good look at the other person. To put it bluntly, the guy was, well, beautiful. He had a very slender form, almost feminine in appearance with lizard-like features. His scales shined in the dim light of the street lamps. I could barely make out the lavender color to them. His long tail swayed back and forth in excitement. That's when I heard it. A gentle buzzing sound, almost like a hum. It was coming in the direction of Trevor and his victim. I noticed something protruding from the figure's back. I had to squint in order to get a good view. What I saw filled me with awe.

>Wings.

>Dragon fly wings that shimmered in the night air with such opaque designs were sticking out from the guy's shoulder blades. This wasn't no ordinary reptile. It was a dragon. I could hear their voices now. They were about several feet away from the mouth of the alleyway. A few of the others stepped back into the shadows. Gustave grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and pulled me away from the opening. Nathan started to snort. He was on the verge of having an anxiety attack. Trevor laughed as the dragon said something coy. Now that they were standing in the open with the light of a nearby street lamp baring down on the two, I could see his features more clearly.

>The dragon's scales were a soft lilac color. His body was, indeed, feminine in form but had a bit of toned muscle in the arms and chest region. His hips were curvy. A long, slender tail swished to and fro as his indigo eyes peered nervously into the dark shadows of the alleyway. He turned back to Trevor, running his claws through the shaggy mane of purple. Chinese whiskers swiveled from the dragon's snout tip as if agitated. The buzzing sound from the wings grew louder in my ears as the dragon flexed his shoulders. He knew something was up. No one was that stupid.

>The dragon asked if they were going to do it here.

>Now THAT caught my interest. Trevor scoffed and hurried the dragon. His smile never once fading from that pretty boy snout. The other turned around to face the alleyway stepping a few feet more until the shadows swallowed him up. He was about three feet from us now. I saw Trev bend down and pick up a lone beer bottle by the neck. His eyes were malicious. Nervously, the dragon began to turn around ready to leave, saying he didn't feel comfortable. The sound of glass smashing followed by a scream filled the alleyway as the Doberman struck the other across the face with the bottle. As if on cue, the others ran out and began to punch and beat the slender creature. Nathan and I just stood there in horror.

>Trevor stood there, watching, smiling. He snorted as the dragon's cries rang out. After a solid two minutes everyone stepped back to reveal the crumpled form of the dragon trembling on the ground. The Doberman gestured to Nathan and I. He smiled, telling us it was our turn. Nathan dropped the bat, running to a nearby dumpster. The sound of him gagging made me avert my ears away. He barfed against the wall, coughing. The others seemed squeamish at the sudden nausea that hit the horse. However Trevor remained stalwart. He glared at me with his cold eyes and ordered me to beat the shit out of this 'fey faggot'.

>I didn't know what to do. This guy did nothing wrong at least in my eyes. Whatever he did to Trevor must've been bad enough to incur his wrath. When I didn't move fast enough, Trev stormed over and grabbed the bat from my hand. Without warning, he struck me in the stomach. All the wind got knocked out of my body as I took a tumble back onto the alleyway floor. It smelled of sick and piss. Nathan's bat lay near my head. I felt dizzy. A sudden thud crack filled my ears as the dragon screamed out. Trevor had struck the dragon's body with the bat. Stone oak wood was meant to be as hard as, well, stone. So the sound of the scalie male being bludgeoned by the bat was a most sickening sound. He looked to me, his arm outstretching, crying out for help.

>Rage filled me. I no longer cared about A.L.P or about my grades, or getting a diploma to further my career into adulthood. The one thing that mattered to me now. . .was to kick Trevor's ass! Grabbing the bat from the ground, I stood up and knocked two of the guys aside. They smashed against the brick walls of the buildings on either side. Hank saw me coming and got between me and Trevor. I slammed the base of the bat into his stomach causing the bulldog to double over. I brought my knee up and slammed his jaw. A loud yelp sounded as he crumbled to the ground. Trevor stopped beating the dragon to turn around as I was on him.

>The bitch screamed like a fucking girl as I tackled him to the ground. Pulling my fist back, I hit him. Over and over and over. He screamed. The hot scent of blood filled my nose. Someone came up behind me and smashed a glass over my head. Pain flashed in my eyes for the moment. Gustave came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck pulling me off Trevor's body. I clung to his biceps. The damn Rottweiler was strong, but he wasn't as strong as Nathan. My horse bro came up with an angry whinny and slammed his shoulder into Gustave's back. The initial impact made him drop me. Crawling back to Trev, I grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and shook him. I told him that he could keep his goddamn fraternity and shove it so far up his ass that he'd puke. The look he gave me was absolutely murderous.

>Nathan stomped his huge foot against Gustave's stomach making the Rottie fall back against the dumpster. The others remained silent and still. They knew better than to pick a fight with the powerhouses. Getting to my feet, I gave Trev a good kick in the stomach before walking over to the dragon. He was pretty beat up. Blood was dripping out of his mouth and nose. His right eye was swollen shut. It looked like he had a few broken bones too. Very gently, I helped him up. Nathan came around and got his other side. He whimpered a thank you to me as the three of us left the alleyway with the A.L.P brotherhood behind. The Doberman snarled and screamed after me, that I would regret everything that happened tonight. I flipped him off.

>The three of us managed to get help at the club.

>I had broken glass embedded in my scalp. But I did not care about that at all. My main concern was with the dragon. He had passed out when we carried him into the club. People asked what happened, but I shot them a withering glare, telling them to call the fucking paramedics. Nathan came to my side and whinnied in concern. The smell of vomit covered the front of his shirt, but I didn't care. He put an arm around my shoulder giving me a squeeze. The two of us felt awful. We knew that going with Trevor was a terrible idea, but we were too concerned with just going along with whatever whims he had to really care. I guess the two of us were just used to it to the point we were almost like Hank and Gustave. But, after the atrocity that I saw, I vowed to never let it happen again. Just like Tito who protected those in his pack, I wanted to do the same. A.L.P was not a fraternity based on brotherhood and trust. It was just a rich dog's plaything.

>The paramedics came and took us to the emergency room.

>As they were taking the glass shards out of my skin, they asked what had happened. I told them the abridged version, saying that we were at the club when we noticed this shady Doberman take the dragon out back towards the alleyway. Sensing danger, we followed and saved him from being beaten to death by a group of thugs. Was it a bald-faced lie? Yes, but I wasn't going to tell them that I was part of that group. I mean, seriously, Uncle Max would be pissed. They asked if I got a description of the supposed offender. Once again, I lied, saying unfortunately it was too dark in the alleyway. They didn't seem to buy it, but left it at that. I'd probably regret it later. However, for now, the dragon was safe, getting immediate attention.

>I ended up having to get a few stitches while Nathan was given tranquilizers to calm the fuck down. The poor guy was so high-strung that he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. As I lay there in my hospital bed with Nathan zonked out on the nearby guest sofa, I contemplated what to do. For starters, I couldn't really go back to A.L.P, not anymore. Technically, Nathan and I were homeless. Yet, I knew Uncle Max had a spare summer house in Port Providence that I might be able to stay at with Nate. At least until we find a more suitable fraternity to pledge ourselves too.

>Nathan whinnied in his sleep causing me to startle a bit. I looked over at him. The poor guy was a nervous wreck still even after the heavy dose of drugs. His bare feet hung over the edge of the arm rest on the sofa. Those big, black toes curled tightly while his right foot rest on top of his left. One arm was crossed over his broad chest clutching onto the hospital blanket. A bit of drool dribbled down his chin. Even in that state he looked handsome. I guess it was pretty apparent I had a crush on him, even growing up I often had feelings, odd feelings for my stallion friend. Yet, I didn't know how to confess it to him.

>Well, thinking on the matter wasn't going to heal me up. I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep. In truth, I was surprised I even had the ability to sleep after all the crazy shit that happened. The next couple days were slow. The doctors monitored my stitches and any possible contusions on my body. When I got a clean bill of health (a really expensive bill mind you), I asked how the dragon was doing. They told me that he was recovering, although it'd be a week or so until he could leave. I decided to go visit him. The doctor's didn't think it was a good idea as only friends and family could only visit. I'm like WTF, we are friends!

>Nathan and I went to visit the dragon in his hospital room. He was wide awake, complaining about how there was nothing good on television. Oh joy, a diva this one. When he saw us enter, he sat up and smiled, buzzing his wings rather happily. There was an ethereal glow about him as if his aura had become visible. Waving over to us, the young dragon purred happily. I asked him how he was doing. The poor guy was bandaged up. He had a cast over his arm and his face was all swollen. Trevor really did a number on the poor guy. It was then that none of us ever really introduced ourselves.

>He told us his name. It was a mouthful: Echolorial Akiyama Kanosoto Hikaru, but we could call him Echo for short. Little did I know that one day in the distant future (like 7 to 8 years from now) this fucker would become my step-brother, and the cause of many of my headaches. I think here is a good stopping point. We are nearing the end now of 'my' story, but there is much more to come. This is how I met Echo, the third bro of D.O.G and a fellow co-founder, alongside me and Nathan.

>Next time on the Chronicles of D.O.G is the finale of my story. The three of us look for a new place to live. Trevor returns to make us pay for making him look like a fool. Secrets are revealed, and someone's life will end. Until then, be safe and be cool. #signingoff

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