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"Are you sure you want to buy this much toilet paper?"

The clerk stared at the hybrid from across the counter, his eyes narrowed, sceptical. The blue furred wolf/fox hybrid could only offer a nervous grin and a nod in response, and the cashier sighed, running the scanner over the barcodes. Between them sat 10 rolls of toilet paper and some tape. The hybrid knew many would ask questions, but he had a good reason: booze, and sex.

It was Halloween. Children and their accompanying adults alike weren't going to be filling the streets for a couple of hours, but that wasn't what the hybrid was interested in anyway. For the 18 year old, Sepf, he had his eyes on the party at his local college campus.

Sepf was a freshman. Standing shorter than most budding men his age, he was known to often cause a little bit of trouble. His friends knew him as mischievous, the kind of man who tried to break the rules, just to see how far he could get. He wasn't a delinquent, per se, but he like to exploit a loophole when there was one available. In this particular instance, tonight was no different.

One of the local frat houses situated on campus, known to many as 'Alpha Iota', was almost legendary in that it threw the most outlandish parties at the most opportune times of the year. People would party from dusk till dawn, and wake up with excruciating hangovers and no recollection of the night before. They were parties full of booze, sex, and other sordid activities, and the Dean often looked the other way. They only had one catch; an upfront entry fee that could often be circumvented with a particular challenge around that time, different for every party.

This year was easy, or so Sepf assumed. Having heard about the frat house for many years when he was in high school, Sepf was eager to finally be able to attend one. He planned on saving money by getting into the party for free, and the supposed 'challenge'? All he had to do was wear a Halloween costume. It was easy. His plan: a mummy.

He returned to his dorm to strip and wrap himself in toilet paper, and it was only in that instance that he realised he probably paid the same amount in toilet paper as he would have on the entry fee. There was no turning back now, regardless; he still wanted to see if he could get away with it. He was a hybrid who lived on the edge, so to speak.

It took him around half an hour, but by the time he was finished, he was covered from head to toe in the flimsy toilet paper. Part of him warned that he should have maybe picked a more durable ply, but he brushed his worries off. He was going to have fun, that was what mattered. He stared at himself in the tall mirror and reached down to cup around his package. It was just barely hidden: he had done his best to double down on the toilet paper around his crotch, just so he didn't have his goods flopping about in the wind.

With that, he made his way to the party. One good thing about Alpha Iota was that it had an impressive fraternity house, the largest one on campus. It was almost mansion sized with 3 floors and spacious interiors, but in reality, the majority of the furniture had been moved to make room for more people. Sepf could see already, from a distance, that the place was packed, and the thumping music could be heard from almost a mile away, perhaps even more. The chill wind swept across Sepf's body and he shivered briefly from the cold. The 'costume' didn't help much in keeping him warm. He sped up the pace, making sure his costume was on properly. He didn't want it to loosen in the middle of the party. Then again, that was what the tape was for.

When he reached the house, he wandered up to the porhc to see the sign placed near the door. It described what he was assuming, and what many already knew: it was 20 dollars per entry, but people in costume could get in free. To uphold this rule, they had bouncers standing by the doors. They looked Sepf up and down, a little sceptical themselves, before eventually gesturing with a single, wordless jerk of their head. With a grin, Sepf stepped inside.

The place was a lot more crowded than he first thought. Every room seemed full to the grim with people, some dancing, some gyrating. Only the living room seemed a little emptier, and Sepf was thankful for that: he was a party goer, but the density of people in places like the kitchen were just a little too stifling. He moved his way through the people and into the main seating area, where he picked an available spot on the couch. He glanced nervously at the party goers and blew a sigh of relief when he realised no-one was watching him. He reached forwards and grabbed a half-drunken bottle of beer on the coffee table, sat between a number of snacks arranged into bowls. He sipped it and pretended like he'd been here for a while.

Across the room, a fox scanned the surrounding denizens, his eyes searching, his expression unreadable. He was a little more scantily dressed than most, and that often attracted the wrong kind of attention, which he didn't particularly mind in this instance. Dressed in only a loincloth, with a bone-shaped helmet atop his head with square goggles around his neck, the practically naked fox was the eye candy for many girls and guys alike. His short physique and baby face made people interested. They often wondered if he was younger than he claimed, but he always had his driver's licence on hand, just in case. Other than that, their typical opening line was always the same, asking who he was dressed up as. His response was Gnar, from a rather popular video game.

Unfortunately, for the fox who a few knew as Brandon, he had other things on his mind. He was the second line of defence for the bouncers, spotting people who were putting together shoddy costumes in an effort to get in for free. Many would have questioned why it was his job, but the answer was simple: despite being a freshman, he was one of the fraternities members. This was his coming-of-age assignment, as they called it. Proof he had the mettle.

It was then that he saw him, the hybrid dressed in glorified toilet paper. The fox narrowed his eyes across the room at the blue furred man and sighed through his nose. Setting his drink down and grasping the rubber bone-shaped boomerang, he stepped across the room, making his way towards him. Sepf glanced over and saw someone making a beeline for him and quickly froze, anxiously sipping the beer, as if it were his own.

"Hey. Brandon. How're you doing?" Brandon's tone was friendly as his introduced himself, but his posture was from that as he moved into a seat beside the hybrid. Sepf smoothed over his black hair and grinned, his awkward chuckle betraying his nerves.

"Uh, Sepf...and yeah, I mean...you know, great party." Sepf greeted him back and attempted to make light conversation. So far, it was working.

"Yeah," Brandon smiled. "I mean, you know, Callum put a lot into this party. Took him a long time to get the drinks, and the food..."

"Uh-huh." Sepf followed along, worried about where this might be heading.

"That's why most people pay the entry fee, you know? They appreciate a good party. Without those funds, we couldn't afford it." Brandon added, and Sepf glanced around at the other party-goers. It was true, the majority of them weren't even in costume. Had they all paid the entry fee? That was arguably quite surprise.

"Is that why you get in free, then?" Sepf countered with a gesture, holding up his beer as if in acknowledgement. Brandon continued to smile, but then sighed through his nose. Sepf was smart, he could tell. Smart, and cocky.

"Alright, well...maybe they didn't tell you, but I'm the one who goes around to make sure the people that do get in for free haven't just pulled together a crappy costume." Brandon explained loosely, his gaze flicking down to Sepf's barely-concealed package. The hybrid quickly surmised that he was saying he had a bad costume. It was only not that Sepf regretted the outfit: he hadn't even put anything on underneath.

"Well, I mean...it was just for fun, you know?" Sepf looked awkward, and quickly built up an excuse. "I actually just wanted to get in to see...one of you...?"

"One of me?" Brandon cocked one left over the other and leant back, staring over at the hybrid. Sepf had even questioned what he was saying himself. The gears churned in his head for a couple of seconds before he finally figured out a plan.

"Yeah," He continued. "You know. To, uh, join your fraternity."

That made Brandon's eyes widen and he seemed rather amused, leaning forwards and grabbing a chip from the table. He bit into it and chewed thoughtfully. What would Callum do in this situation? He was already aware of the usual hazing process: he had gone through something similar. Was it down to him to initiate the man into the fraternity, or should he wait for the president to do it?

Ultimately, it was a conflicting decision. The blue furred hybrid was scantily dressed, just like he was, but the tantalising sight of Sepf's cock hidden away just out of sight, with barely a few layers of toilet paper in between them. Brandon was the sexually adventurous type, and he got the impression that Sepf was similar, sort of. To that end, the fox knew what to do.

"Alright. You want to join? You have to go through the initiation, first." Brandon assured him, shuffling in closer. Sepf looked nervous. He'd heard many tales of rather wild hazings before. He dreaded what the fox had in mind for him.

"Uh...yeah. I guess," Sepf began, trying to look confident. "What have I gotta do?"

"Well..." Brandon continued, moving his hand a little closer. He placed a hand on the blue hybrid's leg, pushing down against the soft toiler paper. He dug his fingers in and deliberately snagged the paper against his fingers, tearing it only slightly. Sepf tensed under his touch and stared down at the hand, before flicking his gaze back up to Brandon's face.

"We have to do it. Right here, right now. On the couch, in front of everyone." Brandon insisted, and Sepf stared at him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was the fox serious?

"B...But...!" Sepf couldn't even figure out a solid counter argument. "People will see!"

"That's the point." Brandon smirked as his hand slid across Sepf's leg, loosening around the toilet paper and gliding towards his crotch. He placed the fullness of his hand against the man's package and he could feel it pulsing and swelling under his touch.

"Something tells me you're into it, anyway." Brandon mused with a sly grin. Sepf knew the man was teasing him: the gentle touches and slow, sensual gropes were all calculated to get him hard, and it was strangely working. He was ashamed to admit to himself that the thought of lewding with another man in public was actually rather tantalising, the the point of arousing, but he didn't want to set a reputation for himself before he'd even finished a year of college. Regardless, he didn't see a feasible way out of this: his options were to go through the initiation, or to be booted from the party together and face the humiliation of it all.

"F...Fine. I'll do it." Sepf eventually resigned to the idea and Brandon appeared rather placed. He toyed with the man's package a little more before sliding his hand away and watching, to his delight, as the half-hard cock slipped from underneath the layers of toilet paper, poking out for everyone to see. Sepf could already feel a few eyes on him as Brandon grasped his length, squeezing the black, cut humanoid cock. He stroked a thumb over the glans and Sepf quivered, his cheeks flushed. He felt embarrassed, and beyond that, humiliated. The thought of being naked in public both aroused and embarrassed him. He had little to be ashamed of, at least when it came to his body: his average length cock was proof of that.

Brandon leant his head down and Sepf watched with surprise as the fox enclosed his lips over the head of Sepf's cock, beginning to swirl and rolled his tongue around the hybrid's length. Sepf sighed through his nose and reached a hand up, placing it atop the fox's bone-shaped helmet, pushing him down a little. A shaky sigh escaped the hybrid's lips and he couldn't help but smirk, a little pleased. He had ultimately expected much worse for his 'hazing', but this wasn't so far. Unfortunately for him, it was going to get worse later.

Brandon bobbed his head, slowly, back and forth. He slathered and rolled his tongue, coating every inch of the hybrid's length in his spittle, making sure every piece of skin and fur was nice and wet. His tongue curled and he pushed the length up against the roof of his mouth, grazing the glans against his flesh. His hand moved down to the base of the cock and gave it a few, firm squeezes, forcing the blood to pump to the member. Sepf's cock twitched in the other's mouth, eager for more, and the hybrid's heaving chest and short breath told Brandon exactly how much he was enjoying it.

Instead, however, the fox pulled back, leaving Sepf's twitching cock alone, his glistening, slicked-up member on display for everyone to see. Their lewd activities had already attracted a larger crowd than when they first started, but it had only just started. Brandon reached down to sneak a hand under his loincloth, and touched against his own erection. The cloth hiding his tenting cock easily moved as he stroked his length to reveal his own member. Unlike Sepf, Brandon didn't mind putting on a show, stroking his less-than-average humanoid cock and peeling back the loose foreskin to reveal the end. twitching for everyone to see.

Sepf shifted awkwardly as Brandon moved a little closer, pushing against Sepf's side and forcing him down onto his side. The blue furred hybrid glanced up at Brandon as the fox leant over him, and Sepf soon felt the prodding of the fox's length against his hip. The vulpine smirked in amusement and leant back, briefly, to grasp Sepf's closest leg and hoist it up, hooking it around until the hybrid's leg was resting across Brandon's shoulder.

"W...What're you going to do?" Sepf asked cautiously, now laying flat on his back against the length of the couch, with one leg cocked up to completely spread and reveal himself. Part of him was excited to see where this would lead, but the other part of him was a little worried on what Brandon had in mind.

"Isn't it obvious?" Brandon smirked. The couch was particularly deep, making him able to reliably best both knees against the cushioned seats with Sepf's leg in between them. He leant forwards with a hand whilst balancing himself by hooking his other arm around the hybrid's cocked leg. He grasped firmly at the loose toilet paper around Sepf's stomach and pelvis, and he tugged. The flimsy toilet paper quickly shredded under his assault, exposing Sepf's stomach and crotch, his bobbing, erect cock and the tight pink pucker hidden below it. A number of the onlookers let out a little gasp, surprised that Brandon would so relentlessly tear up someone's costume, whilst others snickered and chuckled at how easy it was to make the hybrid naked.

"W-Wait, I'm not even prepared for that!" Sepf quickly argued, but Brandon was already pooling saliva up into his mouth, spitting it down onto his below-average cock and smearing the spittle around, coating his length in the substance until it was shiny and glistening under the light above. He leant forwards and wordlessly began probing the head of his foreskinned cock against the other's behind, smearing between his cheeks as he searched for his mark. When he eventually found it, he pushed, slipping the head of the length against the tight ring. Sepf gritted his teeth for a moment and sighed hard through his nose as his muscles eventually relaxed, loosening for the intruding member and accommodating the girth.

Brandon let out a groan as the length of his member pushed deeper and deeper. it took little effort for him to sink into the other's behind: as much as Sepf had complained and protested, his innards were tight, but not tight enough to insinuate he was a virgin. The man had done things before, of that Brandon was certain. He pushed his hips a little further forwards until his pelvis finally met with the other's rump. He was now firmly into Sepf's behind and the hybrid was breathing harshly through his nose, his cheeks flushed. Brandon knew he was into it. The pleasure that crossed Sepf's face was obvious.

Slowly, Brandon pushed back and then slipped forwards, beginning in on a series of steady thrusts. With every other thrust, Sepf let out a quiet grunt, his cheeks burning with pleasure and embarrassment, his breathing heavy. Brandon was more or less the same, but part of it was putting on a show for those who were watching. After all, he was there to haze, but another part of him had been interested in Sepf since he first saw him.

The fox's thrusts began to quick as Sepf let out quiet little grunts, tiny groans of pleasure. He didn't want to admit it, but this was nice-- really nice. Each thrust made his skin tingle with pleasure, the mere idea that people were watching him get fucked making him delirious with arousal. He reached down to grasp his member, stroking his twitching, throbbing cock. This was what he was here for. Granted, he could have preferred to do this in private, but this was still his ultimate goal. He could feel the pressure in his loins, the spikes of pleasure as the fox's cock pushed down against his prostate in their awkward, yet somehow arousing position.

Brandon leant over him and began to thrust harder and harder. He knew he wasn't going to last long: every other thrust made the pleasure all the more intense, and that was a sure sign that he was nearing his peak. His hand gripped around Sepf's leg and his hips bucked, the helmet atop his head teetering and threatening to topple. Each thrust was met with a wet 'squish', the air around them filling up with the sounds of their heavy panting, accompanied by the thick scent of sex and sweat. The onlookers watched, wide-eyed, some even aroused, as the two men went at it. Others turned away, too shy to watch, or too disgusted to take part.

"F-Fuck, I'm..." Brandon let out a quiet groan and leant forwards, slamming his hips against Sepf's behind as he rolled over the point of no return. His thrusts grew irregular and his breathing heavy, his eyes rolling up. A strained groan escaped his lips and, finally, he pushed forwards, feeling the pressure in his loins uncoiling and loosening.

A thick spurt shot from the end of his member as he orgasmed into the stranger's hole. Thick ropes of cum splattered Sepf's innards, coating his inner walls in sticky seed. Sepf let out a groan and rapidly pumped his own cock, desperate to cum. Brandon tried to help him by angling and rocking his hips, which finally helped to coax Sepf over the edge. In a matter of moments, he was climaxing too, spurting strings of cum onto his stomach, staining his 'costume', and splattering onto the couch in front of him.

The two of them sat there panting, their breathing heavy. Neither of them had expected to get so intently into their sordid activities, yet here they were. Sepf reached up to wipe the sweat from his forehead and glanced over at Brandon, who leant back with a cocky grin, his member still embedded into the hybrid's behind. The onlookers began to murmur and turn, returning to the party. Having already seen the show, they didn't need to see much else.

"Am I...am I dont?" Sepf asked casually enough with a nervous, but cocky grin. He was hoping this would be the end of it and he could enjoy the rest of the evening, though he was also secretly hoping that Brandon might hang out with him more. After all, the fox was cute!

"Not even close. There's still plenty for us to do." Brandon assured him, sliding his hips back. He slipped his cock from the hybrid's behind with a thick, wet noise, and he slid off of him, moving to stand on his feet. His knees wobbled slightly from the exertion of his thrusts, but he quickly regained his composure as Sepf slid himself up into a sitting position. For fear of 'leaking' all over the couch, he quickly stood and clenched, holding it in.

"Follow me." Brandon demanded with a cheeky grin as he moved his way past the crowd of people, heading deeper into the house. He shifted his loincloth to cover the important areas as Sepf followed, placing his hands over his crotch in an effort to hide his nakedness. It wouldn't do much for him, sadly.

Brandon lead Sepf out into the garden, where some of the furniture had been moved for people to relax in the cold air. Sepf shuddered a little from the chill wind as Brandon turned, standing on the grass. He was grinning. Sepf had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Strip." Brandon demanded with a childish smirk, rather amused. Sepf already had the most important stuff out on display, but there was something altogether more embarrassing about being completely and utterly naked. The hybrid stood there awkwardly for a moment, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks, before he started to peel out of his 'costume'. Most of it was damp with sweat, and it tore uneasily under the slightly touch. The toilet paper fell around his body as people peeked over from the various furniture, curious about what they were doing.

When he was fully undressed, Brandon stepped around him, glancing up and down his body. He admired his physique, his slender average frame, the peculiar patter of white fur along his chest and inner thigh, along the inner part of his arm and the star-shaped patter on his shoulder. He had a rather stunning and attractive body. He returned back to where he was before and had a rather marvellous idea. He gestured, ordering the hybrid to get onto his knees.

Wordlessly, Sepf obliged, sliding down onto his knees in front of the fox and staring up at him. He knew he was the perfect height: the fox's loincloth sat mere inches in front of his muzzle, and he knew what the fox was implying. He didn't even have to ask, for Brandon shifted his loincloth aside to reveal his foreskinned length once more.

"Give me a good clean, would you?" Brandon suggested with a smirk, and Sepf obligingly moved his head forwards. He scooped the end of the cock into his mouth and pursed his lips, pushing against the member and peeling back and foreskin. he rolled his tongue around the flaccid length and felt the cock stiffen and pulse against his tongue as he smeared saliva all around it, cleaning it up. He felt a hand atop his head, stroking across his head and ruffling his black fur.

Once he was satisfied that the cock was clean, he pulled his head back, looking back at Brandon's face. The fox appeared rather pleased, but Sepf had the sneaking suspicion there was more that the fox wanted. Brandon reached down, grasping the base of his cock and waggling his half-hard length back and forth.

"You thirsty? I have a drink for you. Open up, now." Brandon suggested, and Sepf hesitated, for just a moment. He got the gist of what the fox was implying, but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea. After giving it some thought, he slowly opened his mouth, and Brandon pushed his hips forwards to rest the tip of his cock against Sepf's tongue.

After a brief pause and some silence, there came a trickle, a tiny stream of urine from the end of the foreskinned cock. Brandon let out a groan and peeled his foreskin back as the trickle turned into a steady stream, trailing straight down Sepf's tongue and towards the back of his throat. The hybrid closed his eyes and gulped what he could as the rest of it trickled out of his mouth and down his chin, sliding down his body and along his chest. Soon, the urine stained the majority of his front, but if anything, most of it had been swallowed up. He could feel Brandon's hand stroking against his head, encouraging him as he did so.

Sepf reached down and stroked his own half-hard member a little and held it at the base, sighing through his nose. Soon enough, he began to do the same. A stream of piss shot out the end of his cock and splattered onto the grass, soaked up by the dirt. The two of them were urinating, and reasonably heavily, too: Brandon clearly had more in him than Sepf might have guessed, and Sepf didn't have much in him himself: he'd only taken a small swig of beer, after all.

The trickle soon began to die down until it eventually whittled away to nothing. Brandon sighed pleasantly and Sepf looked up at him, wagging his tail frantically, his cheeks flushed. Brandon made a point of smearing his cock against Sepf's lips, just to tease him some more.

"You like that?" Brandon asked quietly, stroking his member. Sepf watched as it throbbed and pulsed, getting considerably harder and harder with each stroke. He looked back up at Brandon's face and leant in closer, sticking out his tongue and sliding it up the head of the fox's cock again. Brandon knew what he wanted, and he slid his fingers down to the base of his length. Sepf opened his mouth, and the fox pushed his cock inside.

This time, it was the hybrid doing all the work. His head bobbed and suckled his hand loosely and rapidly jerked his own member to the mere sensations. Brandon reached down and placed both of his hands on the man's head, holding him tightly as Sepf mercilessly assaulted his cock with his tongue. Brandon began to slowly thrust himself into the man's mouth, his below-average length fitting snugly into Sepf's mouth.

As the hybrid bobbed, Brandon knew he wouldn't last long. Even if he had good stamina, Sepf was particularly good at pleasuring him, the warmth of his mouth coupled with his already heightened arousal from their lewd activities before made this all the more pleasurable. He pushed his hips forward and began to pull Sepf down onto his cock, letting out quiet grunts of pleasure, his chest heaving. His moans grew more and more intense until, finally, he was finished.

He pushed forwards and Sepf felt the thick strings of cum shooting into the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and slowly gulped, reaching up to stroke the fox's hips, pressing his hands against the soft, delicate fur. A moan escaped his muffled mouth as he felt Brandon's twitching length, each throb of his cock. He rolled his tongue around and milked the fox as much as he could. Sadly, that orgasm faded as quickly as it had begun, leaving the fox spent and panting.

Brandon slowly pulled back again and sighed, feeling rather exhausted. He looked down at the hybrid and seemed to be rather impressed; perhaps it was how easily the hybrid would obey him, or how good he was at oral, but Brandon was ultimately rather smitten.

"Are we done?" Sepf asked quietly, and Brandon sighed.

"Almost." Brandon assured him, stepping back with a smirk as he shifted his loincloth back to hide his member once more. Sepf heaved a sigh and dreaded the thought of what Brandon might request-- or rather demand-- of him next. To his surprise, Brandon was offering a friendly, warm smile rather than his usual cocky grin.

"One final task," He began. "If you can get home in the state you're in, then we'll allow you into the fraternity."

Sepf paused and glanced down at himself, before looking back up at Brandon in dismay.

"No way. You mean...naked?" The hybrid whimpered and covered his crotch with his hands. He was stained with urine all down his front and had no articles of clothing to cover any part of him!

"Unless you don't want to join...in which case, that's a real shame." Brandon folded his arms and glanced away, putting on an act. Sepf sighed hard through his nose and slowly got to his feet, shifting awkwardly. Brandon seemed pleased and he gestured. Slowly, the hybrid turned, gulping down his nerves and shame. This was Brandon's plan all along, or so he assumed.

He stepped back into the house, and people immediately gave him room. He could hear their tittering laughters, their quiet gasps and murmurs of words. He felt an embarrassed, ashamed blush burning his cheeks and decided he'd better move fast, slipping people everything and back to the front door. He stepped through and past the bouncers, hopping down the steps. By that point, he couldn't take anymore. He started in on a jog, and then a full on sprint.

His house luckily wasn't that far. At least, not far enough that he had to take the bus. After running for several minutes, he stopped, his chest heaving and his breaath coming out in hot, rapid pants. He stood outside his apartment, and quickly let himself in. He had hidden his key by the front door when he left. Not the most secure thing in the world, but it worked.

He got back in and thoroughly cleaned himself in the shower, mulling over the night's events. All he could think about was that Fox, his slender body, boyish face, the way he'd dominated him...

Sepf felt his face burning again and sighed. He supposed he was part of the fraternity now. A con well played. Part of him was scared, the other excited. One thing was on his mind, however.

He didn't even get to finish his beer.