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Frat House Halloween

For Sokatak

By Draconicon

The many different species attending AU - that was, Anthro University - had mostly gotten drunk, high, laid, or were in the process of getting there. Of course, they were usually doing that, anyway, but tonight was different, and Soka was taking his time to enjoy every little moment of it.

Halloween. Best night of the year, the jock tiger thought to himself, lounging back on the front porch of the Claw Paw frat house, a beer in one paw and his phone in the other. He was flicking through some of his contacts, seeing if any of them were free for a bit of fun tonight. Wasn't expecting much, considering how late he'd left it, but hey, sometimes he got lucky.

He took a sip, shaking his head at some of the thumping going on inside the frat house. If he wasn't busy keeping watch over the door and Howl House, the rival fraternity across the street, he would have been in there partying it up; probably getting a few of the smaller cats sucking his dick at least. At least getting his paws taken care of. But, someone had to actually keep an eye on the mangy mutts, make sure that they didn't become a problem for the cats. Even though he was head of the frat and should have been partying already, he liked to let the other cats get a turn.

The grey-furred tiger was about to put the beer down and start peeping through the window again when he spotted movement across the way. Several dogs were making their way across from the barely-lit frat house, and he chuckled as he recognized the guy in front.

"Hey, Frost! What's bringing your mangy butt over to the best frat on campus?"

"Best? Dude, let some of my pack in there, and we'll show you how to really party."

"Yeah? I don't see anyone good enough for the Claw Paw with you. Why don't you come back when you got some members worth a purr?"

The dogs rolled their eyes across the way, but he just grinned. They were always a little sore about it, but who cared? His frat had the best parties and the best members, but the lame-os would never admit it. Might as well show off and let Howl House watch in envy.

He walked down the steps, putting himself between the mutts and the house proper, and crossed his arms with a smirk. Even with the species difference, he towered over most of them by a good few inches, and some of them were just puny compared to him. The tiger flexed surreptitiously, showing off his muscles beneath his t-shirt.

"You wanna try and get in? Gotta get past me, first, Frost."

"Dude, come on. You know we're good for it."

"Yeah? Say Claw Paw is the best, and I'll consider it."

"Hey, man, come on, that's not fair. You know that ain't true."

"Hey, you know the saying: cats rule, and dogs drool. I didn't make it up."

"No, but you sure keep it going."

Soka chuckled, shaking his head.

"It's not my fault that it's true. So, you dogs gonna go lie in the grass for a while, or you gonna try and make a thing of it?"

"Frost, let's make him howl. He can't take the Pack."

"You wanna try it, muttsy?"

The tiger flexed his arm, letting his biceps pop a little more than usual. Often, that was all it took to get people to think better about trying to take him on, and it was no different this time. Frost held up a hand, getting the others to back off, and shook his head.

"Alright, fine dude."

"Later, but yuh better not come around Claw Paw again. We only take the best."

"Well, we'll see about that."

The dogs turned around, heading back to their house, and after a few minutes, Soka walked back up to his spot on the porch. The tiger made sure that they were actually going back to their place, and made sure that they went through the front door again before taking another sip of his beer.

Heh, Halloween makes for some weird times, he thought. Frost was usually pretty chill about stuff, and so were the other dogs. But on Halloween, anthros started to get a little...crazy.

He remembered that some of the profs said that it was something about the way that their old blood reacted to the moon, or something about how the world changed on Halloween to bring everything back to its roots, but none of it ever really settled for him. He'd been more focused on some of the hotter students in class, or recruiting for the frat, than he had been on paying attention to the teachers.

He did, however, know that it was important to keep an eye on one's instincts during Halloween. Anthros started acting more like their old selves, and things could change in a heartbeat on the moonlit night. Most species didn't have it bad, but he knew the canines could get a little crazy with all their weird pack stuff. He wasn't going to let some mutts from Howl House ruin Anthro U's best party of the year.

One of the other members of the frat house came out, tapping him on the shoulder, and the tiger turned around.

"Hmm?"

"Hey, Soka, I'm about done. Want me to take a turn out here, big guy?"

"Hell yeah. Hold my beer."

Passing the can to the leopard, he made his way into the house, his eyes already on a pair of hot cheetahs in the back of the main floor, and he wasn't planning on leaving until he'd sunk his dick into the pair of them a few times.

The night went on, and Soka got progressively more drunk, and more laid. The cheetah guys had been the first, but they hadn't been the last. He'd gone through three other felines, from a panther to a lynx to a white tiger, all of them eager to play with him and see what the leader of Claw Paw could do. He loved it. He practically owned the university and was treated like a celebrity by most students. It was like they worshiped him, and he made sure to keep the rumours up with everyone he slept with.

"Hehehe, watch out when you head home. Don't want to have the lame-os getting you," he shouted at some of the guys leaving for the night.

"Hey, don't worry bro. They're harmless."

"To Claw Paw frat, yeah!"

Soka laughed as they walked out, leaving him with just a couple of sleepy frat bros and their boy toys still in the house. Most of them had headed out, going to their off-campus housing, while others had gone upstairs to crash and sleep off either their drugs or their alcohol. The tiger looked down at the guys that were slowly licking his paws, and debated doing the same for himself.

He decided against it. The party was still going, after all, and he figured if anyone could liven it up again, he could, even with half of the people asleep. Claw Paw had a rep to keep up.

#

Frost stalked up and down the street, feeling the moon beating down on him from above and the tingles that came every year for anthros. He groaned under his breath as he walked by the Claw Paw again and again, his instincts for chasing and hunting getting stronger and stronger every time that he saw the silhouettes of the cats inside.

It wasn't anger against them, though. He didn't hate the fraternity members, or think that they needed to be hunted down. No, it was just...the chase. The instinct. The fun that came from being a big dog and putting someone under him.

Heh...Soka would get that...

He imagined the big tiger on all fours, taking a knotted cock up his ass, and the thought sent a tingle of pleasure through his dick. He reached down, fondling himself through his shorts, but he didn't let himself indulge for too long. It'd be a bad idea in public, even if Halloween brought certain relaxed rules with it to cover for some of the instincts that the different students were dealing with.

Still, the image of the tiger on all fours didn't fade from his head, and he had to admit, it wasn't impossible. Soka was a top, a jock that loved to show off just how tough he was. He needed to be shown a lesson. What better way than to get the big guy on all fours, and get him to admit even a big tiger wasn't as tough as the big dogs?

He growled under his breath, the idea making him harder and hornier by the second as he looked up at the house. It wouldn't be that hard. The pack were just as eager to show off that the Howl House was as good as Claw Paw, and what better way to do that than to get the leader to agree that the dogs were better?

Yeah...yeah, that'd do it...

Whistling as high a pitch as he could, Frost summoned up the other dogs that were hanging around. Most of them were already ready, their eyes intent on the fraternity across the road, and he grinned.

"Come on, dudes. Let's show a cat what the top dogs can do."

They ran across the street. It was well past two in the morning by now, and he doubted that anyone was still awake and partying and still sober. He ran up the steps, the pack of wolves and huskies and others behind him, and pushed at the door. It opened easily, and they ran inside.

Among all the passed-out cats clutching beer bottles and who knew what else, they found Soka. The tiger was sprawled out on a couch, his paws pointed up in the air and his head down towards the floor as he sat on it the wrong way around. Some of the dogs laughed at that, while Frost just smirked as he walked over.

"Hey, Soka, you're looking a little wrong-way-round there. You need a hand?"

"Heeeeeey, lame-os. What are you doing in the good house? The dog-house is over there. Someone take you off your chain?"

"Heh, more like we're going to show you what it's like living on one."

He shoved the tiger's legs, sending Soka down to the ground and rolling across the carpet. The tiger pulled himself to his feet surprisingly quickly, chuckling a little and clutching an empty bottle in hand. He wobbled side to side as Frost walked up to him, holding up the bottle and shaking his head.

"Hehehe, I think I might have had a bit too much to drink. You thinking you can put me in a chain?"

"Heh, I'm thinking of putting you on a leash, dude. Bet you'd like it."

"Nah, that's one of your loser things. You can't put a leash on a cat. We just slip right out."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, cats are tricky, and stronger than you mutts."

The tiger almost proved it by shoving him back then and there. Despite the cat's drunken state, Frost went sliding back more than a few paces, and almost fell over the couch himself. He chuckled, the husky rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah? You only say that because you've never had a knot."

"Yeah? What's a knot got to do with it, bark-boy?"

"It's got everything to do with it. What do you think makes the bitches howl when we have 'em under us?"

"Your stinking breath?"

"As if yours smells any better."

Soka laughed, loud and boisterously, and the slender, muscled cat almost fell over backwards as he leaned back a little too far. He recovered, though, tail twitching as he rubbed his eyes.

"Okay, you got me there."

"So, you gonna try?"

"As if! You dorks are getting out of the house, right now."

"Heh, you know what, I don't think so."

Frost gestured, and the pack rushed forward. Against a dozen different dogs, the tiger really didn't stand a chance, though he was surprised to see Soka belt two of them in the face before going down, hitting the ground with a thump that would have woken up anyone sober. Thankfully, none of the cats were.

It didn't take long to drag the big guy back to the rec room, and they threw Soka over the pool table back there, stretching his arms forward and tying him to the legs on the far end of the table. The tiger grumbled, shaking his head.

"You dogs are all cheaters. Come on, one on one, you know you'd lose."

"Good thing that we're pack animals then, huh?"

"Yeah, cheating little butt-sniffers."

The tiger's grumbles got lower and more unintelligible, but that was fine with Frost. He wasn't that interested in pushing Soka to admit that the dogs were better...not yet, anyway. He had a different goal first.

Reaching for the tiger's sweatpants, he gave them a good yank and shucked them down. Soka jumped, but with his sweats down around his ankles in short order, he couldn't kick or try and lash out. His underwear followed, giving the dogs a good view of that thick tiger ass.

Frost grinned, rubbing one hand along the muscled cheeks, enjoying the hardness of the muscle beneath his fingers and just how firmly they pressed together. The husky pushed his fingers towards the space between them, having to really push to wiggle his fingers into that limited space, but eventually he managed it, getting them to come apart. It was hot between them, and tight, particularly -

"Hey! No dogs allowed in there!"

"What about cats?"

"No cats either. That's a no-go hole!"

"Heh, you're gonna change your mind about that tonight, Soka. You've only been a top because you've never had the knot."

"Yeah, right."

The tiger wasn't resisting that hard, and not just because he was tied up. Maybe it was because the big guy was a little drunk, maybe it was Halloween pushing things, but it was like neither of them could stop. Frost dragged his finger over that pucker a couple of times, feeling it twitch again and again, and he chuckled as he finally pulled his hand back.

"Oh, you want it. And you're going to get it."

"Screw you, you bitch-humping, tail-wagging, butt-sniffing - mmmph!"

It felt surprisingly good to cut the tiger off by shoving a finger up his ass, and Frost grinned as the rest of the pack wandered around, smirking and stroking themselves to the sight of their leader putting on a show. They would have a new member of the pack by the time this was done. He was sure of it.

Just gotta get him good and stuffed, first, he thought, pulling down his zipper and stroking himself hard beneath his underwear. It didn't take long as he worked his finger back and forth, slowly opening up that muscled tiger rump, getting that tight hole looser and looser until he could add a second finger.

Halloween was on them, and he couldn't resist it. The urge to catch his prey and make it part of his pack was just too strong.

#

Soka groaned as he leaned against the table, occasionally curling his fists to feel just how tight the ropes were. Not that tight; the dogs weren't nearly as good at that as they thought they were, though he guessed that came from them being stupid mutts. He could probably yank his hands free, if had the sobriety to think about how to do that. Little harder to do when he was drunk off his ass, though.

The tiger groaned every time that he felt that finger slipping into him, trying to push it out of his head when he realized he couldn't push it back out of his hole. It was just thick enough to remind him of a few old fantasies that he'd put away and buried, and it wasn't something that he wanted a dog to remind him of.

The stupid mutt was still fingering him, too, getting a second finger in, and then a third. He stomped his paw on the ground, trying to shake his head and pull away, but with his legs trapped by his underwear, it was like being tied down with that, too. All he could do was stand there, getting finger-fucked and helpless to stop it.

The other dogs were just as stupid, their tongues sticking out and lolling about like the dumb mutts they were. He shook his head at them, chuckling.

"Heh, you think that this pack is gonna be good enough to stop me when I sober up? You get those fingers out now, maybe I'll hold back from beating you all to a pulp."

"Brave words, kitty cat. Let's see how you're feeling once you feel what a real cock is like."

"You wanna feel a real cock? Stick a hand between my legs and feel the barbs!"

"Yeah, not tempted. That just tickles. You want a real stretch, you come for the dogs."

"Heh, you only get it when someone's desperate. But this night's really gone to the dogs."

"You finally said something we can agree on, dude."

The three fingers pulled out of him, and he felt surprisingly loose for a moment before the tip of a cock pressed against his ass. He knew what a cock felt like; he'd let enough bottoms grind up against him to know how much hotter they were to the touch than other parts of the body, and how much they throbbed. He growled under his breath, one final - and completely ignored - threat to the husky before Frost slid in.

The first thrust pushed him across the table, making him slide along with the force of it and almost knock the wind out of him. The wooden border of the pool table was pressing into his stomach, cutting off some of his air, and the feeling of his cock getting forced to point down rather than forward was hardly comfortable.

But that pressure...

"Get that dick outta me now, mutt, or I'm gonna - mmmph!"

Another thrust, another grind down on his prostate, and he was growling under his breath. The feeling of getting penetrated wasn't supposed to be this good, or hit him as hard as it was. He shook his head, trying to pull his thoughts back together as Frost grabbed him by the hips. This was going to be a hard humping, alright.

#

Frost grinned, his tongue hanging out at the hot, tight feeling of the tiger's ass around his cock. There was no question that Soka was as unfucked as a frat-cat should be. Probably hadn't taken anything back there in years, if at all. The cat's growls of annoyance only pushed him further, enticing him to take the prissy little cat harder than ever.

It was so easy, too, with that ass on the perfect level for fucking. Keeping a firm grip with his claws, he pulled back, then thrust forward, then back, then forward, each thrust taking his tapered cock all the way to the base, pushing him right to the depths of the big feline. He groaned, enjoying the sound of the hard clap of the tiger's muscular ass cheeks against his crotch, and the soft mewling that was slowly filling the air as he sped up.

"Hehehe, you're enjoying it. Admit it."

The tiger didn't say a word, only clenching his teeth and occasionally slamming a fist down on top of the pool table. It didn't take a genius to know that the drunk cat was trying to pretend he didn't like it. Through the streaks of canine cock musk in the room, he could smell the deep scent of a tiger cock dripping to the floor.

Hehehe, that's it. Take it like a good bitch, he thought, his hips thrusting faster, his balls swinging forward and slapping off of the tiger's pair. Take it and learn who's really the best.

It didn't take long for his knot to start growing, the bulge at the base of his cock starting to inflate little by little. It started with a little bump and tug every thrust, making him slow down a little as he fucked the tiger deeper, but soon it started to really get in the way, forcing him to push hard to make it pop inside and then tug even harder to pull it back out.

He would have slowed down, if he didn't know just how much the tiger enjoyed it, or felt the little splatters of pre landing on his shoes.

"I knew you'd love the knot, Soka. How's it feel down there, getting your ass plundered by a 'mutt'?"

"Feels like...mmmph...feels like I'm getting dragged through the trash."

"You'll be howling soon enough, man. I'm getting ready to really knot you."

"Heh, feels more like you're shrinking away."

That was only because he was getting too big to keep knot-fucking the hole without giving it a shit-ton of damage. Frost was only using a portion of his cock now, keeping it to the top two-thirds, with the bottom still throbbing as it grew bigger and bigger, and his orgasm came closer and closer.

He grinned as he pulled at the tiger's hips, pulling him back against his knot, and he finally felt a little shudder go through the cocky feline. Frost leaned forward, growling.

"What's that? Starting to feel the knot, dude? Starting to feel like a good little bitch?"

"Ain't thinking about anything except how I'm gonna pound you for this!"

"Oh, you think this is it? You ain't seen nothing yet, dude."

Standing up straight, he finally let loose, slamming his knot against that pucker again and again, feeling it slowly loosen up for him every time that he ground forward, feeling it loosen and break down for him. He could feel a little bit more of the wide bulb slipping in on each thrust, and knew that it was only a matter of time before he was locked inside of the tiger beneath him...though what he'd be in a few minutes was entirely up to chance.

"Gonna...knot you..."

"Don't you dare! I swear - Nnnnnnngah!"

#

The tiger's voice didn't just fade, but died as he felt that cock get rammed into his depths, his eyes rolling back in his head and his body shaking from head to toe as he felt the knot finally push past his asshole. It was like getting filled to the brim with something that should never be in there, but the sheer unnatural size of it was pleasurable in its own way.

It was a constant, throbbing sensation against his prostate, and the tiger was helpless against it. He went over the edge, growling and yowling in pleasure at the same time, spurting his cum all over the side of the pool table. His cock throbbed and bounced, and his entire body burned with the sudden, forced orgasm. Every muscle tensed up, everything ached, and everything felt so damn GOOD all at the same time.

He slumped forward, panting as he leaned his head against the surface of the pool table, feeling the hot goo of the husky's cum flooding him from inside as well. He couldn't believe he'd just cum hands free...but he had.

"Heh...guess your...knots are good for something."

"You know, dude, you were trying to get us to say something to come in, earlier. I think you got something to say now."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Howl House is the best."

"Oh, come on..."

"Saaaaaaay it."

"Fine..."

He groaned, shaking his head as he felt the knot grinding against his prostate still, so hot and wet in there. If it wasn't for that damn thing...

"Knots are the best..."

"And?"

"And so is Howl House, you happy?"

"Pretty darn."

#

Though not just for the fact that he had just gotten Soka to admit their superiority. The sight of the changing fur at the tiger's hips was just as good to see, and he licked his lips as he watched it spread outwards, the white stripes disappearing and getting replaced by a solid gray. It looked rather wolfish in appearance to him, particularly as it got shaggier.

He pulled back, enjoying the feeling of tightness around his knot as he almost pulled all the way out before letting himself slide back in. The sloshing feeling of the cum inside made him growl in pleasure, but even better was the look of confusion on the tiger's face as he realized something was happening. Soka looked back, and his jaw dropped in the perfect expression of feline confusion at the new coat of fur.

"What the fuck?"

"Oh, did I forget to say you'd change? Clumsy me...Hehehe."

"You asshole!" the tiger snarled.

"Hey, you wanted the knot. Now you're getting it both ways."

The husky leaned back, enjoying the show as he watched that hole stretch around his knot every time he adjusted his position. It was a constant threat of pulling out too early, but he wasn't going to do that. He wanted a close-up look at the show, wanted to see the newest member of the pack transform.

Never thought it'd be this easy to get one up on him, he thought with a smirk. He'd gotten a few other members of Howl House this way, transforming them into big, happy dogs for the pack, but this was the first time he'd gone this far. Howl House would rise to the top for sure after this.

The transformation was progressing fast, spreading across the big guy at high speed. Soka's fur was going from a sleek, gray and white-striped coat to a shaggy, pure gray one. His ears were no longer quite so pointed, and were a little leatherier already, with his muzzle changing from the short cat muzzle to something longer and more pointed.

Soka growled in protest, but despite everything, still didn't fight that much. Frost imagined that Halloween had come for all of them, giving him the power to transform the cat, and filling the cat with the same instincts as all the other mutts. Be a good dog, and follow the alpha. He grinned, rolling his hips back and forth in micro-thrusts as the transformation continued.

#

It was torture and pleasure at the same time for the tiger, and he had only one thing in mind for what he'd do when he got out of the ropes. He would pound Frost into the ground and take over as alpha of Howl House for this...this joke.

_Frost might change me, but I'll strip him back! _

Even so, he groaned and growled from the feeling of that damned knot in him, staring down at his changing muzzle as it grew outwards. Rubbery lips hung down in a way that had never happened as a tiger, and he could feel so many more teeth in his mouth, arranged to cover a greater area rather than shred one particular spot. His tongue was no longer rough, but stuck out of his mouth as it grew, getting bigger and clumsier.

I swear...fuck...fucking...Fucking dogs and their dumb-looking tongues.

He shivered, feeling his tongue flop out of his mouth like half of the dogs around him, knowing that he was becoming one of them. It was humiliating, it was degrading, and -

"MMMPH!"

It felt too damn good. Every time that Frost pulled back, nearly popping the knot out, he felt it rubbing right on his prostate, and it left his hole burning from the stretch. Every time that it slipped forward again, he went with it, grinding over the table as he grew, bits of seed sloshing around inside of him as he transformed. Despite the thickness of that knot, he could feel bits of seed sloshing out of him, running down over his balls and then dripping down to the floor. Frost might think it was marking him as a beta...but oh, he would be wrong.

As Soka stared down his arms, he watched as they were turned into the gray-furred arms of a wolf, his fingers going thicker, his claws blunter. His hands felt clunkier than they had before, clumsier and wrong, and he could feel the same thing happening with his paws down at the table legs, too.

Most distracting of all was the slow changes happening between his legs, the weird itch that covered his cock as it started to shift in shape. It went from the head, where his barbs were, all the way to the base, messing with him and shifting his body around. He could feel the throbbing at the bottom of his cock, the strange bulging sensation as a knot started to grow, but he couldn't think of what it must look like.

Mostly because Frost distracted him by yanking his knot free, right then and there. He barked - barked! - at the sudden feeling of it slipping out, and fought the shudder rolling down his spine at the feeling of emptiness back there.

"Hey, Soka."

The former tiger, now wolf, turned his head to Frost with glaring eyes. The husky held up a camera phone, grinning as he tapped the screen.

"As you used to say, purrrrrfect."

"Fuck you, dude."

"Heh, maybe later. I like knots better than barbs, anyway."

Soka would have answered him, but another member of Howl House stepped up to take Frost's place. Another hard cock, another knot ready for his hole. It slammed in quick, his backside already lubed with the husky's cum and stretched out...and...Soka was bigger, too. He could feel the difference, knew that he was even more muscular than he had been, more powerful, taller, and overall just larger than his tiger self ever could have been. He growled as he was filled, slowly shaking his head.

Oh ho ho, no. You aren't getting me that easy, Frost.

Even as the new wolf's knot popped in, the former tiger wrenched his hands against the ropes holding him down. They snapped, hard, and he stood up. The dumb mutt fucking his ass kept trying to hump even as he stepped away, his bigger size letting him slip off of that knot easily. He turned his attention to Frost, the Howl House alpha smirking up at him, almost as if the husky expected him to just fall in line.

Fat chance of that.

He shoved two dogs out of the way, effortlessly parting the canine crowd as he made his way to his naked rival. The husky's smirk slowly dropped, his confidence wavering.

"Uh, dude, uh, you can, um, calm down now. It's just a bit of Halloween fun, man."

"Halloween fun, huh?"

He yanked the husky off the chair, and before Frost could pull himself up, shoved one of his paws into the smaller male's face. Pinning him to the floor, Soka crossed his arms and looked around the room. He not only towered over his rival - hell, even his new paws were massive enough to cover the husky's face, if he wanted - but he put literally everyone in the room to shame when it came to size, both in general and below the belt.

"I'm sober now. Anyone want to contest me being in charge?"

"..."

"No? Good. Now...let's see if your frat really can party better than mine...And Frost?"

"Mmmph?"

The husky couldn't talk from beneath his paw. He chuckled, pushing down a little harder.

"Let me show you how a real alpha gets things done."

The End