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Turk was fairly sure that he was going to die the day after his fraternity initiation. The aptly named Hell Week was condensed into the course of a single night, and even the next day when his hangover was completely faded, he didn't know if he was going to make it through.

Young, spry and nursing water and bread for the days after, the stallion knew he was being melodramatic about his condition. The painful headache and Ferris Wheel of his stomach both faded with the hours of the second morning as he came to the realization that he'd been accepted into one of the most exclusive societies on campus, and he had a blast doing it.

He'd also developed a crush on someone; that part was well outside the realm of his expectations.

"Gonna get out of bed sometime today? We've got breakfast to cook."

Complicating matters was the fact that his crush lived right across the hall from him in the last vacant room in the frat house. Even when she wasn't on his mind, she was right in the midst of his presence, usually doing her best to make sure he was aware that she was around.

Adaeze wasn't acting thrilled with the arrangement either, despite having butterflies in her stomach even then at the idea of having gotten into the fraternity.

"I'm starting to think this frat stuff is overrated," Turk groaned. "Also, you ever heard of knocking?"

"You left your door unlocked."

"No I-

Turk sighed, realizing that he was wrong just by the fact that she was leaning in his doorway. "Yes you did, and you might want to take care of that before you head downstairs. I don't think the others will be quite so understanding."

Flushing, Turk was already going for his pillow. "Got it... thank you!" he yelled, knowing the impala was giggling the entire way down the hall as he tried to cover the problematic length of his morning wood.

The goddess of an exchange student might have been stringing him along; he couldn't be sure, but she wasn't the least bit bashful about letting her eyes stray to his crotch when she stirred him awake every morning.

**

The secrets of the fraternity that Turk was so desperate to be a part of were heavy, to say the very least.

After the night of his initiation, he was getting a better understanding of why they were so exclusive about who they allowed to join. The kind of activities that they were up to in the basement of the frat house weren't illegal or dangerous by any stretch of the imagination, but there was still a certain level of taboo to enjoying something so shamelessly that the whole fraternity was willing to take part in it.

If he was being honest with the other members, it was the first orgy that he'd ever taken part in. No one ever bothered to ask him, but it was the first time he'd tried anything to do with watersports, either, and it seemed that he'd have to get used to the idea as a somewhat daily occurrence, long as he was living under their roof.

The very first act of the day generally was going to the restroom and relieving his bladder, but with Adaeze staying just down the hall and teasing him almost every morning that she saw him, he was dealing with a near constant struggle of trying to relax his cock enough to urinate in the first place. He didn't want to make a terrible mess of the bathrooms that he had to clean once a week, and as any male who ever tried to pee with an erection could tell you, it was like trying to push a basketball through a garden hose.

"Another slow trickle," he groaned, watching as the flesh of his length throbbed in the grasp of his paw. He was actually squeezing the base in the hopes that he could encourage it to soften faster, but his awkward pose leaning over the open toilet and pushing against the wall for balance would have been hilarious, if anyone were able to see it. "She's lucky that she can just sit down and do it...probably isn't having any problems with it at all."

Thinking of Adaeze was the worst thing he could have done, when he was trying to relax everything.

Grunting as the tiny, golden stream dried right up, Turk stood over the bowl and looked down at his own member, betraying him with a defiant throb. "Great. Now the idea of her peeing turns me on, too. I didn't think I was supposed to do this much self-discovery in my first week at college!"

He knew that there would be hell to pay if he didn't make his way downstairs to help out with breakfast, but he couldn't decide if it was worse to deal with that punishment, or have everyone in the frat staring and snickering as he tried to maneuver his legs around his length like the clumsy equine that he was.

Sensing that he wasn't going to get any liquid to come out without a little lubricant and a vigorous arm exercise, Turk yanked his pajama bottoms back up and made his way out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the cafeteria that had been the sight of such carnal activity before.

He didn't even have a chance to drape an apron over his shoulders before other students started pointing and snickering, and the white cloth that draped over it just looked silly as it tented out at the middle.

"Bout time you got your ass down here," Adaeze scolded him, but there was only a hint of venom in her voice, and a plethora of mixed messages in her body as she brushed her backside against his apron, despite having plenty of room to move around him without touching it. "You're on pancakes...try not to burn the sausage."

Her joke caught enough ears to leave people howling with laughter as Turk hastily retreated to the kitchen, opting for the safety of the dividing wall. He couldn't take away what they'd all seen, but at least the hustle and bustle of preparing breakfast for all the other fraternity members would be enough to ease his length back down to normal, slowly but surely.

The poor horse couldn't imagine trying to retain a single lesson in class when he had so many other questions to answer about his life in the frat house, but the following Monday, he'd have no choice but to try and put them all to bed for a bit.

His college experience was off to the kind of start that he never would have seen coming.

**

Arriving to school on a full ride scholarship from another country, Adaeze was all alone in a new place, and carving out a good circle of friends in her new fraternity was one of the first steps to reestablishing a comfort zone and getting her mother to give out a little breathing room.

Her days started with a call from her mother, and ended with them as well, for the first week. As her routine began to take shape, the calls became fewer and farther between, allowing Adaeze the illusion of privacy and solitude that a college dorm was perfect for.

After all, she was just down the hall from the first American boy that she'd properly flirted with, even if it was only for a brief moment; she couldn't get him out of her thoughts, and it was driving her body crazy every bit as much as her mind.

"Really...s-should have sprung...f-for a toy..." she was grunting fiercely as she writhed around in her bed, a pillow over her muzzle to keep her voice from carrying too far. "Fingers j-just aren't...mnnf...come on..."

She trailed off in her sexual frustration, her pawpads starting to prune from spending so much time flooded with her juices. She didn't know where she could find a proper sex toy on a college campus, but she was going to need to get her paws on one fast if she was ever going to settle her feisty spirit.

Even later on that day, as she sat in the back of her class, she crossed her legs in a move that was seemingly innocent enough, but the yoga pants that she picked for the afternoon were no mistake. They sat tight enough against her thighs that crossing her legs one way or the other created just a tiny bit of friction against her clit, providing her with just enough satisfaction to get through class...and keep her awake through the doldrums of a long, boring lecture.

Like so many others who came from a sexually repressed home, Adaeze was exploding into her own sexual destiny now that she had the chance, and even as her professor continued to drone on about the difference between inner city politics and rural farming politics, she allowed her thoughts to drift places that she never would have dreamed before.

The sight of Turk's absolute fire hose of a cock, both in sheer size and the volume of liquid it threw off, were enough to leave her folds soaking against the crotch of her panties...so much that she was nearly seeping through her leggings.

"That's probably enough lessons for the afternoon...it looks like I lost most of you to daydreams about half an hour ago," her professor was just as frustrated with his students as they were with his class. "I sure hope you were paying attention though, because everything we discussed today will be relevant to your midterms. Have a good afternoon."

He was stuffing his materials into his briefcase and headed for the door before half of his students were. The moment the light turned green, however, Adaeze was bolting for the quad.

"I'm sure I saw him walking through here this time the other day," she murmured to herself. Easily one of the quickest people on campus, it didn't take long for her to make her way to the place where she and Turk first met, and given his route around campus, he had to walk back past it every day, as well.

She worried that he might find her creepy if she was always there waiting for him, but her curiosity was burning a hole in her focus...she simply had to talk to him again, alone.

She had no idea what she was going to say when she saw him, but she felt some relief, thinking that she had all the time in the world to come up with those words before he'd end up rolling past.

Adaeze never would have guessed that he had a class in the same building that she did, at the very same time, letting out only a few minutes later than her own.

"Not that I care, but...did you lose something?"

She'd lost herself to daydreaming once more, but Turk's arrogance was all it took to bring her attention back around. "If...if you don't care, then why would you bother asking?" she turned the tables on him with surprising ease.

"...Just seemed like the polite thing to do," the stallion only told a half-lie in his defense. "You've been staring at the same patch of grass for a few minutes now, though. People are starting to stare."

"Sometimes I find myself lost in thought," she explained. "That's not such an uncommon thing on a college campus, is it?"

"Maybe one where they actually encourage higher learning," Turk jested. "The most thinking you're gonna have to do here is about what kind of booze you feel like drinking between classes."

"If that's the truth, I'm afraid I was sorely mistaken about the reputation of this school..."

"Happens. I'm sure that information gets mixed up online, sometimes."

"You...seem to treat higher education very flippantly, Turk. It's mildly concerning."

"I'd give it a little more credence if I had any idea what I was going to be doing next year, much less in five years."

For a litmus test, Turk wasn't proving himself to be much of a long-term suitor, but that wasn't stopping lust from coming alive on Adaeze's womanhood and leaving a tiny stain against the front of her panties. "And what are you doing in the next five minutes?"

Turk wasn't used to that kind of aggression from any female, much less the one who'd been forcing him to do extra loads of laundry by her mere presence in his dreams. "I...uh...I guess going back to my dorm to listen to some music and get started on an early weekend? I don't have any important classes on Friday, and I could really use the break."

"Why don't...you..."

Adaeze froze up as sexual frustration and bashfulness battled for control of her voice.

"Yeah...?"

"Why don't you join me for some lunch in the park, instead?"

Turk was the one searching for his voice at that. "You, of all people, wanna grab lunch with me?"

"You seem...v-very knowledgeable of this school, and the area," Adaeze claimed, telling her own half-lie. "Besides, there's no denying that we got off on the wrong foot, and where I come from, we dig out the roots of a grudge before they have a chance to flower. Perhaps we can bury the hatchet before the tree becomes too thick?"

Genuinely flattered by the idea of showing someone new around the town that he'd grown to know and love, Turk nodded easier than his stiff neck and nervous shoulders should have allowed. "You know what? That sounds great," he agreed, a smile crossing over thinned lips without effort. "We can run to the cafeteria for a bite and take it on the road; which park did you want to go to?"

"Whichever one is the quietest," she replied. "I could use a break from the noise of our frat house..."

"It's a bit of a hike," Turk warned. "All the way across campus, by some of the older buildings."

"I'm a bit of a history buff; you won't hear me complaining."

Turk couldn't believe that their conversation was going so well. Don't smile too wide or she'll think you're being insincere, he tried to tell himself, but he knew he couldn't keep from grinning.

She wasn't smiling quite as widely, but she couldn't believe her fortune, either, as she took a tiny step closer to the stallion, and then one toward the cafeteria. "Do you have any recommendations for what to eat? So far, nothing here really satisfies my palette."

"Unless you brought some recipes from home, I'm afraid you're gonna have to deal with bland repetition," Turk bemoaned her fate. "Though, I'm sure we can figure out some ways to spice your meals up for you."

"Company helps with digestion."

"Is that the part you're having trouble with?"

"Thankfully, no," Adaeze giggled. "But conversation helps with flavor...or a lack thereof."