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CW: Drug references, Alcohol references, Multiple descriptions of the word "boner"

I'm re-releasing the first part of my story Brownie, as part of my Tales From off Campus story series that I'm working on.

Chapter 1 of this story centers around Damon, a transfer student to a new university looking to reinvent himself socially. He attends a Halloween party to help his roommate Buffy sell brownies infused with marijuana for their awaiting patrons. Before he can leave, Buffy tries her best to hook him up with a date for the night. The result of which is a surprise to both of them!

This is a (mostly) SFW read, with Chapter 2 leading into highly NSFW territory. The focus here is on the settings and characters before they engage in the fun stuff. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

A tired jackal in gray shorts and a black tank top strolls into the kitchen of an apartment with a ceramic dish of baked brownies in hand. The area around him is crammed tight with his awaiting patrons, dressed in their Halloween costumes for the party just outside in the living room.

"Hey, brownie guy's here!," an indistinct voice calls out from the crowd.

They give him a small round of applause and cheer, though the noise is very heavily drowned out by the loud pop music from the giant speakers blasting outside. He offers them a half smile and a nod in return, wishing he had two extra hands to plug his ears; They're practically vibrating from the high bass of the speakers.

Leading him into the crowd to the other end of the kitchen is his lion friend and roommate Buffy. She dressed in a skimpy schoolgirl costume for the occasion. She stands at least one head shorter than everyone around her, so he follows her long, bright ginger hair as it flows through the sea of patrons. She greets a few of them in arms reach with a small side hug, constantly having to reach up to them to do so. Eventually, she comes to a stop at a kitchen countertop to clear away a few bags of candy and small plastic pumpkins.

"Set 'em down here, Damy!" Buffy yells out before crawling up onto the countertop herself.

Damon manages to squeeze out of the crowd to set down the dish, having his tail stroked, chest brushed, ass grazed, and hearing at least one of the partygoers lightly chuckle at the name "Damy" on the way. He lets out a breath once he's able to stretch out his arms.

Being treated like some sort of doll by random folks he barely knows is not something he's comfortable with. With each party Buffy invites him to, he makes it clear that he will only go to help her with the small brownie business they set up for themselves. Afterwards, he'll head straight back to their apartment, play some video games, jack off, and go to bed. He, of course, never goes into much detail, but he will be looking to leave as soon as the brownies are sold.

"Hey! Lifeguard!" Buffy calls out to a skinny, purple haired tiger with sunglasses and a tight red speedo. "Do you have a knife and some napkins for our baker here?"

"Sure do, schoolgirl!" he says as he snakes through the crowd himself. "In the drawer right behind Chef there. I'll grab 'em!"

"Oh, I can just-" Damon stammers before the tiger makes his way over to him, reaching his arms underneath his to pull open the drawer. Not an inch of breathing room between them as the tiger's nearly naked body presses against Damon's. With the drawer opened, the tiger stands on the tips of his toes and peers over his shoulder to find the supplies, slyly resting his head on it as well.

"Wish you wore an apron tonight, Chef. Maybe another time?~" the tiger whispers right into Damon's ear before pulling back to hand him a knife and a handful of fresh napkins. He's left feeling a little disheveled once the tiger motions back towards the crowd, but he maintains his calm look and quickly turns his attention back to Buffy and the tray.

"Hey, are you feeling alright there?" Buffy leans over to ask quietly.

"Yeah... yeah I'm fine. We can start now."

Buffy raises her arm to pat him on the head and stroke her fingers through his hair locs. It's her way of acknowledging the lack of personal boundaries partygoers love to give him, and assuring him he's doing just fine.

"Alright, guys!" Buffy exclaims back towards the kitchen crowd. "We all got a month left for the semester, we all just wanna get our finals over and done with, right? So I advised our handsome chef here to make our brownie batch juuust a bit stronger for y'all! Line starts next to me over here, so queue up!"

The crowd shuffles one by one to get their orders fulfilled. Once Buffy collects their method of payment, they take two steps over to receive their brownies from Damon. He cuts them their brownie pieces from the tray and wraps them all into a napkin. While the job seems easy on paper, the real challenge for him is to give respectfully cautious looks to the costumes each of his patrons have, given how little most of them leave to imagination. Whether they're dressed as a witch, superhero, or even a serial killer, they are all adorned with short skirts, low-cut tops, and sexy legwear on full display.

A few ladies would ask Damon if he likes their costume as they collect their brownies. Even some guys would find the confidence, hoping to get a nice, lusty signal out of him. A subtle "You look nice" is his go-to response for each one that asks; Easy for him to pronounce and not stutter and sound nervous, or at least he hopes so. His eyes would often shift downward to their figures longer than intended, but none of them seem to mind.

Eventually, all of the patrons make their way back out to the living room party with their brownies in hand. The tiger is the last in queue and sneaks in a small peck on Damon's cheek after he's handed the last brownie. It freezes him up, but gives him a sense of calm right after - His business there was over and he can head back home now. A chunk of the brownie batch, enough for two pieces, remains in the tray per Buffy's personal request. He reaches for the crumpled foil to cover back the dish when a fluttering hand catches his eye.

"Hey, Damy! Come here, check out the profits!"

Damon moves over to Buffy, quickly noticing the intensively wide grin on her face. She flips over her phone in hand to show him a number on her calculator app. He looks at it in surprise.

"Whoa, shit, that's huge! All that from the sales here?"

"Yup!" Buffy says with glee. "Almost twice as much as the last party, too. We're gonna close this semester on a high note, Damy!"

"Nice!"

Buffy raises her hand for a hi-five and he returns one back. To his surprise, her arm reaches around the back of his neck and pulls him in closer. A bit of panic starts to set in. His shorts were just loose enough, and his boxer briefs just tight enough, to hide the raging erection he got from viewing all of the patrons in costume. Now, by the grip of Buffy's arm, it's being jammed into her pillowy thick thighs wrapped in lace, black stockings.

His heart starts to race. He can feel his face burning from the sight of her blouse from his position, tied together by a single knot with her cleavage on full display. So perfectly framed in his view, he looks down and can tell there's nothing underneath. Buffy, meanwhile, doesn't seem to mind at all. Her eyes are strictly towards her phone, closing out the calculator to pull up a messaging app on it. He doesn't recognize the name or logo, but in his small state of penis panic, he has a bigger worry on his mind. He takes her arm and pulls it up and away from his neck, gaining her attention back.

"A-Alright, I'm just gonna... take the tray back to the apartment for you, ok?"

Damon's calm and collected voice is in shambles. He looks away from Buffy, his eyes now locked on the apartment's entry door, he takes one step back before Buffy grabs him by the neck of his shirt and pulls him back toward her. Their faces come just an inch apart as she locks him in tight with her legs and stares up to him.

"U-um, uhh...W-what's this about?" Damon says befuddled with his arms hovering away from her.

Buffy lets out a huff of air. "Ok, look Damy" she says in a light hearted, yet serious tone. "If I need to be more stringent about this, I'm gonna. I want you to stay HERE and have fun for once, ok? Now, turn around..."

Damon willingly spins around in place, still within the grip of her legs. The wall opening out to the living room at the other end of the kitchen is now in view. He gazes out at the party crowd. One section near the speakers looks like a small dance party, another group on the couch are playing a racing game on the TV across the room. Everyone else seems to be floating about the space - wrapped up in conversations, flattering each other's costumes, and casually munching at their brownies.

For a brief moment, he scans around to examine the patrons, looking for any red eyes or odd movements, wondering how long until the brownies will take effect. Buffy is, from what he could understand, a major source for marijuana on campus. She has an abundance of cannabis oils, smoking pods, and small plastic bags of the plant itself stashed away in her bedroom back at their apartment. There would oftentimes be random college students ringing their doorbell to ask for her and her products specifically. He never truly understood the process for how she gets so many marijuana products. Frankly, he still doesn't. When Buffy presented him with the idea to use his mother's brownie recipe and infuse it with weed oil, he accepted, with a little bit of reluctance. The profits she promised have been higher than either of them were expecting. Supposedly, so were the many patrons they've sold to so far. He has still yet to try it for himself, unsure if he ever even wants to.

"Here!" Buffy calls out from behind his head, shoving her phone into his view. "Check this out. Tell me who ya like!"

Damon takes the phone from her hands to view an app on the screen. The display shows a list of profiles with names and photos attached. He scrolls down the list, noticing a lot of familiar faces both male and female. A few he even remembers seeing earlier from the brownies queue. He taps his thumb to click open a profile, and a small message box appears underneath.

"Huh. Is this like a dating app?" He questions with a bit of intrigue.

"Hmm, more like a hookup app. Exactly like a hookup app, really. My buddy Jae's been developing it for, like, two years now, and it's for all of the college students in town exclusively! You, uh... met them before too."

"Really? I don't remember a Jae here."

"Tiger guy. Grinding on you earlier. Remember?"

"Oh. Yeah. Him."

"Yep. Anyways, if there's anyone there you wanna get with, I'll set you up no problem! I think I know a good two or three who are already interested... "

Damon takes a moment to think about what to say. It takes a little longer than it should, with his mind still on the fence on whether or not to choose a profile and see where it goes, or to just head back to his room. It doesn't help that he's also distracted by the weight of Buffy's breasts pressed against his back, the softness of her stocking lined leg resting on the twitching bulge in his pants, and her now playfully massaging at his shoulders as she waits for an answer. Just before he can, he hears boot steps approaching amidst all the music and outside chatter.

"Heyyy, what's going on over here?"

Damon and Buffy look over to see Faye, Buffy's horse friend, dressed rather appropriately as a cowboy, calling out to them with a lasso in hand as she approaches the two.

"You two havin' fun all by yourselves? Party's out there, you know~"

"Well-" Damon mutters before Buffy interjects.

"Faye! Loving the sexy cowgirl look ya got!" Buffy says as she loosens her leg hold on Damon, giving him an opportunity to slip away.

"Thanks!" Faye responds as she begins to twirl her lasso over her head. "Already had the clothes. Couldn't find much at that pop-up Halloween store downtown. I did find a good rope for this lasso though! Hya!"

In an instant, Faye flings the lasso towards Buffy. The rope reaches over her head and around her waist, allowing Faye to pull it tight and trap her in it.

"Ooh!" Buffy shrieks in a cute tone. "That actually works."

"Works like a charm, doesn't it? Now you're all mine, missy!"

Faye playfully stretches the rope like she's pulling at a bull, inching closer and closer to the counter to place herself between Buffy's legs. With her friend still tied up and vulnerable, she embraces her with a hug, kneeling her head down to chat with her quietly. Damon, meanwhile, is turned around trying to fix up the bulge in his pants, trying to make it less apparent. Suddenly, he feels something strange poking at his back, making him jolt up. He turns around to see another new face to the party - Oni.

"Oh Oni, you're here too!" Damon exclaims, happy to see someone he's familiar with.

"Hey there" Oni murmurs in response, rubbing at the temples in her head with a red, plastic pitchfork in hand.

Damon is keen to that sign of distress on her. Oni is studying for a degree in Mathematics, and hasn't been at the college gym for a while. Every time he sees her around campus, she does the same thing, stating that she occasionally gets the "math migraines" from studying for exams and just doesn't have the time for a work out with him until her finals are over with.

"Still getting the math migraines?" Damon says in a jokingly concerned manner.

"W-What?" Oni calls back like a withered old lady. "Ughh, the music's too loud. Wait, I'll come closer... "

Oni walks to his side of the kitchen, a spot a bit away from the wall opening so the sound from outside is at least a bit more muffled. With her being a bit taller than him by a few inches, she approaches him hunched over, using the pitchfork for support, so he can speak directly into her ear.

"Is uhh... calculus still giving you migraines?" Damon speaks softly as he lightly pats her shoulder.

"Well, at least not after today!" she replies through a sigh of relief. "Our final was this morning, and I'm just glad that it's over now. Faye is also kinda forcing to me have more fun, so she dragged me here with her. Didn't have a costume, so we just sorta improvised this devil one and I just went with it."

Damon gives her costume a closer look. It's fairly simple - A red spaghetti strap dress stretching just below the hip, with stockings and slip-on shoes to match. As well as the pitchfork, of course. Even when hunched over, the dress is tight enough to show off her well defined abs. Damon hasn't met many ladies in his life with muscle tone like hers. Seeing her in more feminine clothing, displaying her sculpted arms and toned thighs on prominent display, was incredibly attractive to him.

"I like it! I think it looks amazing on you" he says with a nod. "Is that like, your clothes or-"

"It's Faye's. It's 100% Faye's. I would never buy clothes like this" Oni says as she straightens back up and feels around her costume, scowling at it. Her initial look of disapproval for it does begin to fade as she thinks about what Damon said.

"I mean... it's nice I guess, but it's too red, too flashy! Too fucking short too, and I'm already sick of bringing this stupid pitchfork everywhere."

"Hmm. Well, you and Faye are both horses. You could've matched her look instead I guess?"

Oni raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"Oh, you'd rather see me in shorts like those?"

Damon looks back over to Faye and Buffy , still wrapped up with each other on the counter. His eyes widen when gets a solid look at the back of Faye's jean shorts. They're cut like a pair of panties, squeezing her ass as tight as possible, and there's quite a lot of ass she has to display. His face grows red again. He doesn't have the courage to face Oni anymore.

"Oh...oh shit uhhh... didn't even notice!" he says to the floor.

"Suuuure you didn't!" Oni teases as she pokes him with her pitchfork.

"I-I'm serious! I didn't see them from the back!"

"Heh. Wanna see this ass with her ass out?"

"...What?"

"Ass? I'm a donkey? Get it? pff Whatever... "

Damon laughs under breath, though this apartment kitchen has given him enough emotional trauma for the night, and he's done making an ass of himself. He looks back to the brownie dish with the escape plan back in mind.

"...Well, I was about to leave anyway", he says with his attention back to Oni. "That's why my costume is boring."

"Oh, yeah that makes sense now. I wish I could've just worn my gym clothes too. I miss going so much! Is the one at the apartments here nice?"

"Really nice! Just refurbished too. I... assume you're not planning on going now though?"

Oni tilts her head with a snarky look on her face.

"Look, like you, I just wanna leave too, ok?"

Damon rubs the back of his head embarrassed. He mutters some words, looking to say something to defend himself, but Oni quickly cuts him off.

"Where are you going, actually?"

"Ehh, just back to my apartment really. Gonna put those brownies in the fridge, and then... do whatever else I guess?"

"Ooo, a good excuse to leave!", she squeals with newfound joy. "I'll walk with you if that's fine."

"Sure. Let me just grab them."

Damon heads back to the counter with Oni following behind. He gives a quick glimpse to Faye and Buffy, and quickly averts his eyes back to the dish. Buffy's untied blouse and Faye's hand underneath her skirt was none of his business. He just wants to slip away unnoticed.

"Oh! Heading out, Damy?" Buffy calls to him from the corner of his eye.

"Y-yeah, me and Oni are going back to the apartment. Well, I mean-"

"Shit, that was quick!"

Buffy kicks at Faye's knee for her subtle outburst, glaring up at her to be quiet as she awkwardly leans into her chest to cover her own. Damon barely heard what she said and chooses not to acknowledge it as he picks up the dish.

"I'm putting your brownies away. Oni's just going for the walk. I'm sure she'll be back."

Oni finds herself a little embarrassed when she catches a wink from Faye. She knows what her roommate is thinking, and doesn't give her a sign that she's wrong as she rubs her neck and looks away.

"Take your time. You two have fun ok?" Buffy says, flapping her hand at them with her arms still tied.

"Yeah, sure" Damon huffs out in response. "I'll just see you tomorrow then."

"See the both of you tomorrow."

Buffy kicks Faye again.

"I'll text you Faye" Oni adds as she heads out of the apartment with Damon. Faye strikes a pose of victory when they head out the door.

"Well hey, my plan worked flawlessly!" she says in awe of herself.

"You had absolutely no part in it", Buffy retorts. "You were too busy molesting me. Plus you nearly made Damy suspicious-"

"YOU nearly made him suspicious!", Faye protested. "What with your 'Have a fun night you too! Have fun fucking each other!'. At least I whispered!"

Buffy faces back towards the door to collect her thoughts. She lets out a sigh.

"Nah. Well, I don't know. It might not go that far. She really might just come back."

"Oh?" Faye says defeated.

"Yeah. He might just not be interested in anyone right now. Maybe has a girlfriend back home or something. ...Actually, maybe not? I saw him eye a few girls here already, and I think he was warming up to the app before you showed up. Probably just shy then?"

Faye pinches at her chin to contemplate.

"Hmm. So are you positive he's not gay? Did you use Jae as bait?"

Buffy chuckles at her remark and sighs again. She wanted to explain her own method of vetting if Damon was gay or not, intentionally pulling him close to her, rubbing at his crotch with her feet. From what she discovered, he's definitely not, but doesn't want Faye to get the wrong idea.

"Yep... didn't take it. He just looked seriously uncomfortable."

"Damn!" Faye blurts out with a finger snap. "He usually works! Even on straight guys really!"

Buffy peeks behind Faye to look out into the living room. The party and its guests are still going strong, and she's been needing to stretch her legs for a while now.

"Well, anyway, let's just see what happens with them and go enjoy the party. Also, please untie me. This rope is starting to itch..."

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Buffy steps out from the apartment elevator, the morning light shining bright through windows at the far end, practically lighting the path for her. Her schoolgirl costume has grown worn and sweaty from the night before, and she just wants to be naked in solitude and hop straight into her shower. At a snail's pace from tiredness, she rummages through her purse for her keys and makes her way down the hall to her apartment door. She pulls out her keys and goes for the keyhole, jolting back from it once she sees Oni coming out to unintentionally greet her there. Oni is in shock as well and tries to play out a normal demeanor.

"Hey! Morning! Didn't expect to see you... here."

"Well I live here too, right?" Buffy jokes through a low voice.

"Right! Haha, right. I gotta catch the shuttle before it leaves! See ya!"

Buffy watches as Oni shuffles pretty frantically down the hall to the elevator. She laughs to herself, seeing Oni's devil costume still on with the addition of one of Damon's sweatpants, but her small burst of happiness fades once she enters the apartment.

"Well... at least someone had fun last night..." she mutters to herself, locking the door behind her.