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The very first leaves were starting to brown in the trees. Summer was fading ever so slowly into a satisfying Autumn, meaning that it was time for the youth of the nation to make their way back into classrooms for the next nine months, but not everyone was disappointed about that.

College was simply a different time. People spent their entire lives growing up, wishing that they were older each year, until they finally stood at the end of their high school careers and had to look back, accepting that they couldn't turn back the hands of time. They were stuck with the decisions they made, and for many people, looking back on the history of their lives left them wanting to go back and fix their regrets.

There were certainly those who looked to the future with brighter spirits, however, and high school wasn't kind to everyone who passed through it.

Freddy Weeks was just as eager to grow up as everyone around him, but it wasn't for the silly ideology of being a grown up and finally getting to take part of all of the things he thought he'd missed out on in life. He was more concerned with getting out of a terrible high school experience and finally making it to college. Athena University in specific was the school of his choice, and with the history that his family carried, it wouldn't be difficult for anyone to figure out why he'd want to go there.

The Weeks family had pumped more money into the school than perhaps any other alumni before them, and Freddy's older brother, father and grandfather were all members of the most exclusive fraternity on campus. They were legacy members who happily returned to take part in alumni activities every year, and each time they went, they bragged about what a wonderful time they were having.

It left Freddy to sit on the sidelines and huff as he was teased and bullied through every step of the collegiate process...but those days were coming to an end.

Plenty of freshmen looked excited to step onto a college campus for the first time, but perhaps, none were as excited as Freddy, as he nearly skipped his way down the sidewalk. His ears were above the sound of people snickering at his joyous demeanor, and his shaggy, black hair bounced in and out of his eyes as he carried along, wanting nothing more than to claim his bedroom in the frat house and start his entire life over.

"No more getting made fun of," he cheered to himself, as he casually jogged past a pair of females on the sidewalk. "No more being bullied, no more being stepped on...everything is going to be different here! For the first time in my life, I get to be the cool kid!"

It would have been polite for Freddy's parents or siblings to warn him about being overly optimistic, but no one wanted to smother his confidence; it was the first time he'd ever shown any. Of course, Freddy wasn't silly enough to actually believe that everything was just going to flip over like a coin tossed into the air, but he couldn't imagine things being any worse at college than they were in high school, and very few of the kids he had to deal with in his required school years were going to be anywhere near him, anymore.

Athena University was going to be the start of a new chapter in his life, and he wasn't going to let anything get him down that day, even when he could see the terrible mess that was already being made at the frat house that he was sworn into by his birthright.

Beer cans and toilet paper were strewn across the yard. Tables were flipped, garbage containers were turned on their sides, and while the rest of campus was still in the process of moving back in, it seemed that the members of Sigma Iota Delta were already establishing their place as the party fraternity of the school.

Freddy, having been invited to so few parties in high school that he could count the number on one hand, couldn't have been happier to see such a rowdy bunch of students as his fraternity brothers.

Normally, he would have been beside himself with nerves at the prospect of walking up to a bunch of strangers, but his excitement won out, and he ran up to the front door, wearing only a backpack for storage, and carrying little more than books and clothes under his arm. His parents were going to help him move the rest of his things in that weekend, but he was in such a rush to get to the school that he went on ahead with his car before the first week of classes, wanting to get his first real taste of adult freedom.

Even the heavy WHUMP of his books against the ground as a fellow fraternity member ran out the front door and knocked them out of his hands wasn't enough to put a damper on his mood.

"Jeez, dude! I didn't even, like...see you there!" came words that were so stereotypical and obnoxious that Freddy would never be able to forget them. "Sorry about your books, bro. You...uh...wait. You brought books? Are you sure you're in the right place?"

"Freddy Weeks," he replied casually, acting polite even in the face of such a rude act. "I'm a new pledge for the SIDS."

A tall, lanky, and fairly typical college student, Greg Smalls was going to keep on running past Freddy to grab more beer from the store, but the power of a legacy name made itself evident, as his lower lip hung open in total awe. "Y-you...you're a Weeks? Bro...bro! Do you have any idea how awesome that is?"

It was difficult for Freddy to keep a cheesy grin off of his face, and after a few moments, he didn't even bother with the struggle. "Yeah, I've been told that we're pretty cool," he admitted, keeping his tone calm and collected. "And the SIDS are the only fraternity on campus that can handle us."

"Yeeeeeah brother! SIDS is the best thing about this campus! It's gonna be awesome to have another legacy member hanging out with us!"

Even if only hours had gone by since Freddy arrived on campus, it felt like he was years removed from high school. The idea of being a nerdy kid who was picked on for being just a little bit different sounded like the biography of an entirely different person, and as long as the other members of the fraternity cared more about his legacy status than his personality, he had a feeling that he was going to have a wonderful time at the school, that fall.

It was a somewhat hollow idea, but then again, first impressions were often the most important thing when it came to making a friend. Once the trust was established, Freddy could start letting his walls down, and reveal that he was a little bit of a dork, with unconventional interests.

"I just hope I can live up to the reputation that my family put out for me," Freddy admitted, and that much was an authentic truth. He didn't know all of the legends about his father, but he knew enough, and the fact that dropping his last name could literally stop another member of the fraternity in their tracks was proof enough that his family had earned their recognition. "I know my dad was really hopeful that I'd end up going through the same frat house that he did."

"Well, I'm sure that you're gonna make your old man proud, Freddy! There's a couple of empty rooms in the house; go grab whichever one you want and put your stuff down in there. There's gonna be a huge welcome back mixer tonight, and pledges have to clean up the next day...but tonight, you're gonna party harder than your dad ever did!"

One of the students that was actually of legal age to purchase alcohol in the fraternity, Greg was on his way to pick up liquor for the party that evening when he ran into Freddy, and he didn't want to delay that mission any longer. He went to give Freddy a fist bump before walking away, and Freddy almost messed up the gesture, going for a high five initially, but he managed to curl his fingers into a fist before he made a total ass of himself.

"We'll...uh...we'll work on teaching you the handshake later."

Embarrassed, but not so much as to let it ruin his good mood, Freddy nodded with a wide smile and picked up his things. He was quick on his feet, and rushed to the open front door of the frat house, carrying more than books and basic living supplies upon his person.

He was carrying hope for a fresh, new start, and though the house wasn't quite the overly impressive stereotype that he'd come to know from the movies, it was going to be more than enough for Freddy.

A wide, open common area was just on the other side of the front door, acting as a massive living room. Concrete floors would be easier to clean, and Freddy recognized the smell of spilled beer already, even in the middle of the day. A couple of other students were standing on the farther end of the living room, playing beer pong on a table that was intentionally too short to play a proper game, hastening the drinking process. They both waved at Freddy, who could only nod as his hands remained full, but he was beside himself with excitement, and his head bounced on his neck and shoulders as if his spine were actually a spring.

A doorway in the back of the living room lead to the kitchen, but stairs on the right wall of the living room were Freddy's destination. They took him up to the second floor, where a couple of long hallways waited, holding the bedrooms that Freddy would become very accustomed to over the next few weeks.

There were a surprising amount of open bedrooms, and almost all of the empty rooms were the same: a bed with no sheets was on the wall to the right, a dresser sat against the wall to the left, and a small window to the world was seated in the center of the far wall, creating a bedroom that was equal parts suffocating and efficient.

Freddy wasn't too worried about having a glamorous room. After all, he'd mostly be there to sleep, and on occasion, to relieve stress in the old-fashioned way. He already had visions of grandeur of his freshman year on the campus; taking part of every event that he could get himself into, partying almost every single night and really getting to know other, interesting people were all on his agenda. No matter how hard his parents tried to keep his feet on the ground, he couldn't help letting his head slip into the clouds, and it was his father, especially, who tried to caution Freddy that the college life wasn't always how it was portrayed in television and films.

"This...this is perfect," he murmured to himself, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as he took one of the first bedrooms in the hallway to the right side. It might have been his father's bedroom years ago, but he didn't want to think about that...he was happy to follow in the path that his father set out for him, but he wanted to take the trail his own way, instead of doing everything that someone else in his family had done before.

He was going to make good on his family name, but now that he was in college, it was his turn to show the SIDS what it meant to be a Weeks.

**

Freddy took some time to get used to his bed, and couldn't help bouncing his backside against the rough, thick springs of the generic, old mattress. He knew that it wouldn't be too comfy to sleep on, and if he ever had company overnight, everyone would know what they were up to, but Freddy imagined that such was just the way of college life.

He didn't give too much thought to placing the rest of his things anywhere in particular, in the room. Books were tossed on the floor, clothes were tossed on top of the dresser to be put away properly later, and finally, with his arms free to stretch over his head, Freddy was almost jumping for joy.

Settling into the room the rest of the way could wait. The sun was just starting to go down for the evening, and though there was a rumbling in his stomach that urged him to get a bite to eat, Freddy was more concerned with the party that he'd been told about. It wasn't as if it was the first time that he'd consumed alcohol, but it was going to be one of the first large parties he'd ever attended, and if he was going to have to clean up the mess the next day, he was going to do everything he could to be a part of making that mess.

The visions of greatness still refused to fly from Freddy's mind, even when he closed the door to his room, having taken just enough time to hang a sign on the outside of it that only read his name. He could only imagine how wild a SIDS party would be, given the kind of drinker that his father was, and the only person he'd stopped to have a conversation with seemed like quite the party animal.

"Outta the way, pledge."

It was only a matter of time before Freddy met with someone who didn't care much about his heritage, however, and unfortunately for Freddy, he was downright gorgeous.

"S-sorry," Freddy stammered as he was literally pushed up against the wall, but even when he was forced out of the walking path of the senior member, it seemed that his struggles weren't finished with. "I didn't mean to cut you off, dude."

Though he was against the wall to the side, Freddy was still pinned, as a hand rested on his shoulder and kept him in place. A taller male with just a little bit of a beer belly and a full head of dark, brunette locks was gazing down upon Freddy, who could only gulp in place as he realized that he may have already pissed off one of the more domineering figures of the frat house.

"Typical pledge, thinking only about himself and figuring that he's already the big man on campus," the tone was heavy and taunting, as if the man were daring Freddy to say something back, or stand up for himself at all.

He felt that he had a reputation to uphold, as a Weeks, but he couldn't decide if it would be better to stand up and prove that he had a spine, or if now was the time to be relaxed and seem cool and collected.

The reaction fell somewhere in the middle as Freddy smiled nervously and shook his head. "N-no, no! It's not like that, I just d-didn't see you!" he suggested, and though he wished he could keep his voice from shaking, he just didn't seem to have it in him to control his verbal issues.

Eyes of a softer brown than his hair narrowed on Freddy, and for a moment, he was worried that his first frat beating was going to come a lot sooner than expected, and sans a paddle.

"Yeah...you probably didn't."

"...Wha...?"

"How can you see anything through those bangs, dude?" the older male tussled Freddy's hair and snickered, revealing that he had a soft side, the same as everyone else at the frat house seemed to. "You should really get a haircut one of these lifetimes, kid. I'm Brad...most of the guys just call me 'Big Dog.'"

Freddy was too busy chuckling nervously to let out a proper sigh of relief, and his laughter came across as awkward when he tried to fight his way through it with more words. "Oh, y-yeah! I'll probably go get it cut next week," he lied, before giving the senior member of the fraternity a chance to talk. "Should I call you Big Dog, then?"

"You haven't earned that right, pledge! It doesn't matter what your last name is...there's a few rights of initiation you need to pass, if you're gonna last more than a few days in here."

So he probably does know who my father is, Freddy realized. I had no idea that my dad gave off such a lasting impression.

"Well, I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make it in, Brad. I know this is what my dad would want."

"Is it what you want, pledge?"

Brad was the first person to care whatsoever about what Freddy wanted in the whole process, and though he knew that it was nothing more than a test of his tenacity, Freddy couldn't ignore the warmth in the pit of his stomach at thinking that Brad truly cared for him. He was developing a crush faster than was wise of him, but in his excitement for the evening to come, he couldn't possibly fight back against those feelings yet.

"Since I graduated, this is the only thing I've wanted to do," Freddy replied honestly, and he was glad to see Brad's smirking expression soften into more of a genuine smile.

"That's what I wanted to hear! You're re-invited to the mixer tonight," Brad extended the invitation, even though Freddy had no idea it was ever taken away from him. "Everything starts out in the yard...all of our parties do, rain or shine...but then, when the party gets really wild, we move things down into the basement. We don't need the campus police seeing what we do to the fresh meat for initiation."

Figuring by now that Brad was just messing with him, Freddy felt a legitimate chill run down his spine and settle in the bottoms of his feet, but he shrugged it off and decided that Brad was just being theatrical for the sake of scaring the younger members coming in.

An eager, smiling pledge, Freddy followed Brad the moment that the larger male turned down the hallway. "Just tell me if you guys need help setting up or anything like that, Brad."

"Help setting up? Don't worry...we've already taken care of that. I just hope you're ready to get down on your hands and knees in the morning, pledge. This is gonna be a messy fuckin' party."

Freddy had only seen a few parties really get out of hand in his life, and most of them were just because his parents and their friends were too lazy to pick up after themselves. This was going to be the first time that Freddy was really going to be part of making the mess, and if he got to take part in that, he didn't think he'd mind cleaning up afterwards one bit.

He also had no idea what he'd be cleaning up, when all was said and done.

**

Freddy would remember his first party at the SIDS frat house for the rest of his life, and at that, for any number of reasons.

It could have been because of the trash can that they started a fire in, which they used to burn the gear and insignia of other fraternities, as a show of superiority at Athena University.

Even more likely a culprit was the game of beer pong that started with Freddy being too nervous to play because of his lack of drinking experience, then turning out to be a natural at the game, and then again too nervous when the police came by to investigate the party.

No drinking tickets were handed out, however; Freddy was quickly adjusting to the benefits of fraternity life, and as soon as the police were gone, he was back to chugging beer after beer, swinging his t-shirt around his head and cheering about how much he loved Sigma Iota Delta.

Just as promised, all SIDS parties started out on the front lawn, and as the night sky grew weary of hanging, people began moving their way back into the house. Males and other fraternity members were let in for a small fee of five dollars, which included a red solo cup and unlimited beer for the evening; women were let in for free, though a breast inspection was often suggested as a form of donation.

To say that Athena College was turning out to be everything that Freddy ever dreamed of and more was an understatement, and even though it was just the first party of the year, the foolish freshman really couldn't imagine his life getting any better than it was. It would have been a somber thought, but if he so much as scraped the edge of the greatness that this first party held on a weekly basis, he knew that the next four years of his life were going to be the best ones he'd ever have.

" HEY, PLEDGES! INTO THE BASEMENT, NOW!"

That didn't mean that there wouldn't be some hardships along the way, but between the underage consumption of alcohol and the cheerful atmosphere of the party, Freddy thought he was ready for anything.

Before going to the college, Freddy asked his father for a piece of friendly advice about surviving the first week of fraternity hazing, often referred to as "Hell week," and his father was stern that he couldn't give away any details. Everything was going to be a total surprise to Freddy, who finished chugging his cup of beer, tossed the plastic container to the ground and jogged over to the door just to the right of the kitchen.

A thick, heavy door that felt more appropriate for a jail was the only entrance or exit from the basement, and the door was being held open by an upperclassman, none other than 'Big Dog' Brad, who gave Freddy a quick wink as the pledge ran through the door and down the stairs.

The basement was big enough to lead Freddy to believe that the old frat house was likely an actual dormitory of the school at one point, and the basement was likely the cafeteria of the building, at that time. It was wide open, but it was terribly bland, and as the last of the pledges filed into the gray walls and brown floors, the lights began to dim behind them, until the door to the basement slammed shut.

The soundproofing was impressive: Even with loud music blaring, people yelling and bodies dancing, the pledges could barely hear a peep, and even if they wanted to focus on the sounds upstairs, the senior members of the fraternity wouldn't allow it.

For a short time, the pledges all stood in a huddled bunch, looking around the dimly lit basement and wondering what kind of hazing they were in for. The upperclassmen were doing a fine job of setting a spooky tone, but what was more impressive was the way that some of the pledges played along, as if they were actually scared.

Freddy was dangerously close to learning one of the secrets of the SIDS fraternity, and it was one that all of the other pledges already knew.

"I think now is probably a safe time to start...wouldn't you all agree?" Brad asked, but before the statement was anywhere near finished, his voice was beginning to warble with an unusual change.

The basement was cool to start, but Freddy noticed a strange warmth growing all around him, and he couldn't explain why until he felt an itchy sensation against his skin. One of the other pledges bumped into him as the basement filled with the sound of animals growling and clothes tearing easily upon changing flesh, and Freddy gulped down his nerves as he stood in the middle of the room and wondered if someone might have dosed his drink.

He had no idea that he was going to be a terrible disappointment to the Weeks name, but it wasn't really his fault, and he certainly didn't know why he would be bringing shame to it, until Brad shed a little light on the situation.

It was a literal light, in the form of a smartphone, but Brad didn't look a thing like Brad anymore.

"...What the fuck? Weeks! What's the meaning of this?!"

Freddy had no idea what he'd done wrong, but for the first time that day, he felt terribly out of place. Canines, felines, cervines and everything in between surrounded him on all sides, but Freddy stood in the middle of the room as everyone backed away from him and isolated his presence.

"You're one to talk! You...you're all a bunch of fuckin' animal people or something!" Freddy claimed, still drunk enough that he thought this might be some kind of drug induced trip.

"You said this guy was a Weeks!" Brad yelled. He'd taken on the form of an even taller creature than he was before, somewhere between a human and a wolf, and his ire was directed an a chubby, chunky otter, who was standing over by the corner of the basement. "What's the matter with you, Bruno?!"

"He is a weeks!" Bruno yelled back, as his inner thighs pressed together and his footpaws twisted nervously. "I checked; I swear!"

"Hmmm...he must be adopted or something," Brad figured, "But we can't have our secret getting out...it would ruin the frat!"

Already crushing hard on Brad and wanting to prove his resourcefulness to the fraternity, Freddy began to shake his head. "I won't tell anyone anything, honest! You can trust me!"

Brad sighed, but he smirked, having picked up on Freddy's affections from the very beginning. "No, we can't trust you...not when you're like this. We're gonna have to turn you into a Weeks the old fashioned way, Freddy. Think you're up for it?"

Believing that this was just going to be some strange initiation, Freddy nodded eagerly. "Of course I am!"

If he weren't drunk, he might have realized that he was being closed in on by a myriad of different, naked anthropomorphic college students, but instead, Freddy just stood in place, admiring the handsome, rippling gray wolf that Brad had turned into.

The daze left him completely off guard as several of the senior members grabbed him by the arms and yanked him down to the floor. Other pledges were quick to use their claws to shred his clothing, and Brad leaned over him with a snicker, his face hovering inches from Freddy's own, with steamy, feral warmth pouring from his muzzle.

"You have no idea what you're in for, kiddo," Brad offered the statement as his only warning, but nothing would have prepared Freddy for the onslaught that followed. Even as Brad sealed the end of his muzzle to Freddy's lips, the poor pledge was overrun with a variety of cocks, the likes of which he'd never seen. His wrists were grabbed, and his arms were lifted as his hands were filled with a pair of members, and still believing that it might be so weird form of initiation, he began to pump immediately, appreciating the strange, sharp barbs on the end of a feline cock, and the thick, bulbous knot at the base of the canine one.

A rod of flesh more similar to the latter was brushing against Freddy's own as he lay naked beneath his crush, and he tried to make heads or tails of the situation as warmth rushed to his own crotch. Getting so close to Brad so easily wasn't exactly on the list of things he ever believed would happen, but compared to the unusual sight of a bizarre array of creatures making love around him, it was about as odd to Freddy as grass being green.

Naturally, while Freddy would have been more than happy to share the moment with Brad alone, he wasn't going to be so lucky. The pair were right in the middle of what was basically an empty basement, and while the party raged on upstairs, the senior members of the frat were taking out their sexual frustrations on the pledges, who had to pay their dues; that is to say, they had to be the bottoms, at least for the first few years.

Bruno made himself the only exception, as the party animal otter found a pair of pledges atop of his back. He was more than happy to lay flat on his stomach and guzzle a beer while his asshole was ravaged, and a few of the other senior members were pointing and snickering at how easily Bruno allowed himself to be taken.

The sounds of sex were filling the echoing basement, and Freddy was moaning into the lips of the man he so heavily desired as precum began to spill into each of his hands. As if giving credence to the old myth about hairy palms, Freddy felt an immediate itch on contact with the pre-seed, and the small trails that were left behind by it created tiny patches of fur upon Freddy's skin.

He could have guessed what it meant, and Brad already knew that Freddy was going to be quite the interesting hybrid.

A heavy, massive wolf cock was pinning Freddy's member to his own stomach as Brad frotted himself to the smaller, weaker pledge, making sure that everyone around had a chance to see the action if they really wanted to. Brad was desperate to penetrate him, just for the prestige of having literally fucked a member of the Weeks family, but that was a moment that he wanted to remember fondly, and he had grand ideas for how to show Freddy just how important his last name was.

"Open up, Freddy."

The sound came as Brad pulled back from the kiss and grabbed the base of his thick, canine member. Freddy stayed flat against the floor and opened his mouth as wide as he could, which wasn't too much, to start...but as thick, heavy globs of heated, canine cum spilled upon his lips and his cheeks, the bones in his face began to stretch and expand.

"C-check it out, guys!" Bruno called from the side, as a pair of stocky, short wolves took turns shoving their cocks in his ass, "Freddy's doin' it! Let's have a d-drink for Freddy!"

There wasn't enough booze in the basement to go around for such a toast, but there was a thunderous cheer of howls, growls and groans as Brad grabbed Freddy's hair and yanked his face onto the tip of his tapered cock. Freddy was forced to swallow, and the volume was so great that he felt as if he was chugging beer straight from a keg, but he refused to be the kind of pledge who quit in the face of a challenge. He guzzled down every salty-sweet drop of ejaculate that Brad could offer, and when he was done, he was left gasping for air...but each gasp stretched his nose and his lips further out from his face, as fur spread across his cheeks and around his eyes.

"C'mon, everyone! If you've got some seed to give, pour it on our little flower of a pledge here...we gotta help him grow!"

A tall, proud stallion and a stocky buck came to join in the fun as they stroked themselves off, standing over Freddy's open muzzle. His body continued to change, but the tainted seed of the fraternity brothers meant that each set of DNA was being forced to accommodate that of another species, and being nude, Freddy was able to watch the entire change, from start to finish.

His feet were growing longer and wider, as his toes thickened up and forced themselves together in melding footpaws. Claws grew out of what were once short and stubby nails, and his feet, once weak and soft on the bottom became calloused over with thicker, rugged flesh. Muscles began spreading across his body, perhaps a hint at the pedigree of those who shared their cum with him, and though his cock was already growing a heavy knot near the base and barbs near the tip, the presence of a sudden flood of equine yield upon his tongue kept the length from tapering; it stayed thick throughout, being a unique, but wonderful blend of the three traits.

Patches of fur mingled together from different spots on Freddy's body, popping up wherever seed had landed before, and the rest of his flesh simply filled in the gaps. An underbelly of gray was surrounded by an overcoat of warm, comforting brown, and his fur continued to shift colors as Brad turned him over onto all fours...but he wasn't all the way on bottom.

"Normally, pledges are only allowed to take on the first day, but since you're a Weeks...we have a special surprise for you."

Despite being a little weird out of nowhere, college just kept getting better for Freddy, as a tiny, skinny bunny was forced under the front of his body. The tiny fluff ball of a tail that it sported couldn't possibly cover up the tailhole beneath, and at first, Freddy gazed around the room, as if he needed some kind of approval.

Everyone cheered (though Bruno cheered the loudest,) and Brad mounted his new favorite pledge, stuffing the tip of his cock right into Freddy's eager, waiting ass. The remnants of cum from before provided just enough lubricant to keep from tearing the poor pledge right open, and as he struggled to hold Brad up, his hips were forced to give, and the barbed tip of his hybrid cock slammed into the bunny beneath, who was left breathless from the sudden, deep penetration.

There may have been two parties going on at the frat house that evening, but the better party was going on downstairs, and Freddy was quickly becoming the star of the show.

"I told you he was a Weeks!" Bruno cheered as he literally slurped the last of his beer from the floor. There were plenty of other liquids for him to partake of if he were so inclined, but his attention was drawn to Freddy, just like everyone else.

Brad rode the pledge with a hard, fierce pace, pounding his hips at Freddy's tailhole with all of the same disrespect that he would have for anyone else. It might have been too much for him to handle, if not for the fact that he could feel the impossibly tight inner walls of a tiny bunny struggling to take his own cock, and the unique sensation of his barbs being stroked, all while his knot threatened to break through was something that he couldn't fully appreciate yet, given the mixture of shock and alcohol that was running through his system.

It's a dream, Freddy thought, as other members of the fraternity cheered him on. Everyone was openly enjoying the show, pointing their cocks at the threesome in the middle of the room and wondering just how long Freddy could possibly last during his initiation. Some whispers were going around the crowd about if he would be able to beat his father's time, and he tried to avoid that thought, finding it just a little bit awkward in the heat of the moment.

Of course, when you were a hybrid being fucked silly by a plethora of other animals, beggars couldn't be choosers when it came to oddities.

The idea that someone drugged his drink was fading rapidly, as the onset of orgasm gave Freddy a new clarity. He could feel his inner muscles churning as he tried to take all of the flesh that Brad could offer, but he was living up to the 'Big Dog' name, and Freddy knew that his asshole would be stretched, nearly to the point of ruin when all was said and done.

If not for the fact that he was doing the same to another pledge, he might have been upset about it.

"F-fuck...I can't... I can't take it!" Freddy cried out, as the brushing of a canine member against his prostate, and the clenching of a bunny around his cock finally overwhelmed the rookie and sent him tumbling into the wildest orgasm he'd ever had. It wasn't just the pleasure, but the situation itself that was so bizarre, and as Freddy gazed around the room, able to see puddles of semen, spilled beer, animals humping each other wild and poor Bruno slurping seed from the floor, he was able to take a deep breath, relax, and accept that all of this was somehow reality.

Cum dripped from his cock, and then burst forth, like water gushing through the end of a recently busted pipe. The excess build up pushed his cock out of the bunny beneath him, and then immediately coated the back of the stretched, exhausted pledge, before Brad returned the favor, just to make sure that Freddy knew his place on the totem pole. He might be a special pledge, but he was still just that, and his tailhole was leaking canine seed before he collapsed down into a puddle of his own.

Brad stood upright and jerked the last few drops of seed from his cock before he threw a piece of tattered clothing down at Freddy. "Welcome to the frat, pledge...now get cleaning."

Just as promised, pledges had to clean up after the first party...but Freddy was too busy riding the last waves of his orgasm to dare to complain.

Man...I love college...