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“Remember that participation in Initiation Week events is voluntary and your membership status in Greek Life is not dependent on doing so. All fraternity and sorority members can opt for community service in lieu without prejudice or risk of retaliation. Please contact the Office of Greek Life for any questions or concerns.” With the last of the university mandated disclaimer read out, Anna carelessly tossed the pamphlet aside.

The sorority house was packed tonight. Every seat around the wobbly dining table was occupied and every couch full for the drawing of initiation week assignments. Around this time last year, I was just a wide eyed freshman anxiously jumping through hoops, hoping she wouldn't get hazed too badly. It was surprising to see just how much planning went into it.

“Alright girls, here's how this works. We're picking names from a hat. When your name gets picked, you choose an assignment from the table. Take a few minutes to look through them and then we'll get started.” With those concise instructions, the braixen retreated to the kitchen, where the rest of the officers were congregating. A low murmur sprung up among the rest of us.

“I'm nervous," Cecelia admitted from her spot beside me on the beat up couch. "What if I'm picked last?” My fellow human, the only other of my pledge class, fidgeted listlessly. “Have you heard about Kappa Nu Tau’s initiation party? Rose told me she was their party favor last year and it was the most intense night of her life.”

"In a bad way?” Neela asked, the jolteon hopping onto the arm of the sofa after returning from surveying the assignments. "Or intense, like, best sex I'll ever have?” It was a persistent rumor that Kappa Nu Tau, the canine-only fraternity across the street, went hard in their initiation party. Hard in a way that would definitely raise eyebrows at the university's Office of Greek Life if they caught wind of it. Despite the whispers, the details of what actually happened at the party were a much better kept secret.

“She didn't say." Cecelia hunched over defensively. “Whichever it was, I don't think I'd enjoy it very much." In theory the pledge week assignments were meant to encourage panhellenic collaboration and help form connections. In reality it was most often a way to get the opposite gender involved in the hazing of pledges.

I gave her a sympathetic side hug. “Maybe try for Phi Alpha Lambda. I hear they make their pledges wait on you hand and foot. It sounds… comfortable." I looked at Neela. “Any one you're going for in particular?"

She grinned at me with way too many teeth. “There's a few asking for a girl who isn't afraid of delivering some punishment." The jolteon sat up and made a spark jump between her forepaws with a loud crack. “Figured I could have some fun with that. What about you?"

“Let me take a look.” I got up, leaving Neela to comfort Cecelia. The assignments were laid out in a tidy grid, each column for a frat and each row a different day of the week leading up to initiation. They each had a short description of the task, along with a time and date, ranging from tame, like “get a personal butler for a day" to strange and kinky like the ones Neela wanted. But the one that I was looking for was at the bottom, on the night of initiation itself.

Kappa Nu Tau

Initiation Party Favor 8:00 PM

Details In Person

It was intentionally vague and cryptic, probably to avoid drawing unwanted attention. I was fairly certain I recognized a familiar hand, so to speak, in the looping cursive of the card. I forced myself to scan the rest of the table, but nothing captured my curiosity quite like the infamous party. I returned to the couch just as Anna cleared her throat.

"Ok, everyone ready? Let's get started.” She produced a tattered top hat and gave it a shake. “As president I'll go last. So if anyone’s scared about getting stuck with a particular assignment,” she paused meaningfully, “you don't have to worry about it." An appreciative murmur filled the room. Anna was a popular president for a reason.

The braixen pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. “Cecelia, you're first." A sound suspiciously like a relieved sob came from my left. She hurried up to the table and grabbed one from Phi Alpha Lambda’s column. A few other names passed before I was called up, roughly a third of the way through. Unsurprisingly, the best assignments were already gone, but the one I had my eye on was still there. I hesitated only for a short moment before picking it.

Anna raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't comment beyond that. I made my way back to Neela - Cecelia had already fled the room.

"What did you take?” she asked quietly. I smiled and showed her the card. Her eyes widened. "Damn. Girl. Wait, isn't your boyfriend in that frat? Isn't that going to be super… bad?”

"He's not my boyfriend." I sighed exasperatedly. Somehow I couldn't shake the misconception, no matter how much we both denied it. “Val and I aren't exclusive. We're not even dating."

“Sure." Neela sounded unconvinced. “But don't you two have great sex anyways? It certainly sounds like it from the other side of the door. What are you gonna get from a bunch of frat boys - well, more frat boys - that you don't already have?”

“Are you listening at my door while we fuck?” I eyed Neela.

“Girl, I could have ears half as long and I'd still hear you from across the hall. Don't dodge the question.”

I shook my head. The jolteon wasn't wrong, Val and I did have great sex. Our last few encounters had left me with rubbery legs and pleasantly sore, but it had been the better part of the month since we had last been with each other. Officially, planning for rush was keeping me busy. “I just don't want to miss out on any once in a lifetime opportunities,” I hedged. “And Val’s great but…”

“But?” Neela prompted after a few seconds.

“Never mind. I probably shouldn't say.”

“Come on, spill. What are friends for?”

I sighed. “The last few times just felt a bit-” I paused, looking around. Nobody was paying attention to our conversation. “A bit empty,” I muttered quietly. “Like, the sex is great, but it's not enough. I just don't feel… it's like something's missing.”

The jolteon whistled low. “Trouble in paradise.”

“It's not his fault! He's not responsible for my feelings. We're really not a thing.”

The jolteon snorted. “Maybe you should be then.”

“I've tried dating other people, it didn't fix the feeling either,” I replied plaintively.

“Well my ma always told me that you can't fill the hole in your heart with cock.” The jolteon grinned at me.

“Your mom did not. And it doesn't hurt to try something new.”

“But isn't the party supposed to be crazy? Are you really volunteering for that?”

“Might be the best sex I'll ever have," I shot her words back at her. "Plus, isn't that a bit rich coming from the sadist?”

"Throwing yourself to the hounds in Kappa Nu Tau would be masochism." Neela shook her head. “And here I thought you were a feminist,” she tutted insincerely.

“Hey! I'm the one choosing this for myself. Plus, there's power in being the center of attention. You just have to make sure they know who's in charge.”

“Mmm, well, I'm not telling you what you can or can't do,” the jolteon said placatingly. Were any of the ones I was interested in still up there?”

I nodded. "They're all still there actually. Not everyone's raring to introduce pledges to the joys of e-stim.”

"More for me.” We settled in to watch the rest of the draw. Neela got her pick without any problems despite being chosen almost last. With KNT’s controversial assignment already claimed, nobody seemed too upset by theirs. I even saw a few grateful looks thrown my way.

The night wrapped up with Anna picking the last assignment with a wry smile, another one similar to Neela’s. I was about to leave when a hand on my leg caught my attention.

“One moment." Anna hopped up next to me. “When I offered to take the last assignment, I thought I might have ended up with yours. I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into."

I had played up my confidence to Neela, but something about Anna’s frank concern inspired sincerity. “I mean, nobody really knows right? Everyone talks about what they think happens, but the only people outside the frat who know are the girls who take the assignment. And I don't think Rose is talking details.”

Anna nodded. “They'll give you an idea of what's involved before the actual night - and a chance to back out. Make sure you give it thought before you answer." The braixen looked up at me seriously. “You can back out after that as well, obviously. It's always your body, and if any of the boys even hint otherwise I'll neuter them myself. But it's much easier to say no before you're in the thick of it."

She patted my knee. "Your boyfriend is in that frat, right? Make sure you're not fucking up a good thing for a night of fun, ok?”

She walked off before I could protest, once again, that he wasn't my boyfriend.

Val and I had met almost exactly a year ago, when we were both rushing. As part of our hazing we had ended up with our legs shackled together, dropped off in a small beach town about an hour’s drive from our college. I had been stripped to my underwear. He was naked. Given that he was an espeon, I felt like I was significantly more compromised than he was.

I'm not sure what the intended way for us to get home had been. When I managed to put aside my self consciousness to check the bus schedule posted at the sleepy bus terminal - barely more than a bus stop with a convenience store - we found that service back to our college was infrequent. We had till shortly until after sunset to scrape together some funds for the next bus, but my unphased hazing-buddy assured me that he had it under control. Despite my doubts, we spent the day sitting by the ocean and relaxing, where I could almost pretend that my underwear was a bikini.

Unfortunately, they fell a little short in that regard. My instructions prior to being bundled into a car with Val had been to “wear something sexy" beneath my clothes. My bralette was unlined, and I was very conscious of the visible bumps of my nipples poking against the thin lace. My thong was in the same boat, the translucent fabric not transitioning to opaque until the very last moment. Thank Arceus I hadn't gone all out and shown up with some of the even more risque options I had.

Doubtless the idea was to put two nervous pledges together in an embarrassing situation, promoting bonding through shared adversity. To my mixed relief and chagrin, Val seemed disinterested at first; poised, courteous, and aloof. The nature of our shared predicament didn't seem to ruffle him, nor my state of undress. It was a mixed blessing - a horny boy with straying hands (or paws) cuffed to me would definitely be worse, but a part of me wanted some acknowledgement.

My internal conflict aside, none of our beach time seemed to be taking us closer to home. When I finally pressed him on his plan, he just allowed that he could be persuasive, and had us approach a couple packing up their beach gear. He struck up a conversation with the older couple, explaining that we were rushing when inevitably asked. The husband had also been in a frat in college, though he claimed that had been ‘quite a long time ago’, which led to a winding recollection of how he had been hazed back in the day. Eventually, they took pity on me, and parted with a beach towel that they claimed didn't have many more trips in it (it looked fairly new), letting me cover up.

It would be difficult for me to describe the espeon as friendly or sociable - in fact he was rather terse when he wasn't trying to charm someone - but over the course of the day he somehow managed to talk various people into sharing food with us and to spare me some sunscreen.

Asking him whether he was using psychic powers to influence them garnered me my first real emotional response. The look of genuine disgust at the suggestion that he would breach ethics in such a way was seared into my brain. His almost visceral jerk away from me nearly pulled me off my feet. Somehow, my fumbled apologies managed to smooth things over, and served as an inroad to him opening up and telling me more about himself.

Val was enrolled in the school of applied psionics, unsurprisingly for an espeon. Our university was fairly well known for that institution, despite the relative youth of the field, and it was a prestigious accomplishment to be accepted. When I teasingly asked the espeon what an upstanding student like himself was doing rushing KNT, he smiled vanishingly and turned the question back on me.

By the time the sun was setting we were definitely flirting. His earlier coldness had melted into a cool self-assuredness that I couldn't help but find attractive despite myself. He was sneaking glances at me, and in return I went from wrapping the towel around me, to letting it hang loosely from my shoulders, to laying it out on the sand and stretching out for his viewing pleasure. When it was time for us to catch the bus, I was almost disappointed to have to leave.

By that point I wasn't surprised to find that his plan for getting us back was to just ask nicely. “Can we get a ride, sir?" he had inquired. “We're rushing and got hazed."

The driver barely gave the two of us a second glance despite the towel wrapped around me, waving us through dismissively. Settling into a seat was a bit of a challenge with my ankle cuffed to a quadruped. I ended up with my knees folded against my chest and my bare feet on the seat. Val sat upright next to me, his leg fur brushing against me despite the slack in the chain. When I snuck my arm around him (an oddly unfamiliar feeling, like a role reversal) he leaned into me and curled his tail around my back.

We arrived back at my room well into the night. The key to our shackles had been taped to my door. I unlocked our bonds almost regretfully. “Do you want to stay the night?" I had offered, making my intentions fully clear. To my disappointment the espeon shook his head with a smile and pleaded exhaustion, but the pang that shot through my chest was blunted when he proposed a date.

"I'm probably going to be busy getting hazed out of my mind until after initiation, but let's hang out after?” With a day and time set, he padded out the door, with a lingering glance back at me.

A week later we had our date. Despite both of us proposing some outings at first, we ended up agreeing on a quiet night in. After all, we had already had quite the adventure, right? It was only a matter of minutes before I was beneath him and full of his cock.

I can confidently say that it was the most intense sex of my life. The initial penetration had me seeing stars and moaning without a hint of restraint; each thrust stoked my pleasure twofold. The way he spread me - the way my walls yielded around him and gripped his shaft so tightly - was exquisite and overwhelming.

A ball of raw need built between my legs, and it seemed like he knew just what would please me most. An adjustment of angle so that he was hitting my sweet spot with every push, how it was somehow abundantly clear that I should clench around him when he hilted - it was like our passions were feeding into each other until we were a feedback loop of howling pleasure. When he knotted, we came together, clenching and squirming until I was wrung ragged.

I didn't fully understand what had happened, too content in our afterglow. It left poor Val the work of disentangling our minds. It wasn't until the scalpel of his psionics severed our connection with a gut wrenching lurch that I finally realized what I had lost. The espeon, looking more miserable than I've ever seen him since, apologized profusely.

It was his fault, he claimed. We had somehow joined our minds in a telepathic connection. He hadn't expected me to have any psychic ability, and was caught off guard, dragged under by the intensity before he realized it for what it was. It was something that psychic types sometimes did intentionally with their mates. It was much too intimate for a first fling. He couldn't help but see what had happened as a violation of my mind, and his shame to bear.

For my part, I was too shocked by the indescribable loss of our parting to adequately reassure him that it was alright. It was all I could do to flip over - a challenging maneuver when knotted - and hold him to my chest. I managed to convince him to stay the night, thankfully. I would have probably been inconsolable if he hadn't, but even so we were both crushed in our own ways.

I woke up to the chirping of birds, and the most deflated bundle of fur I had ever seen. “You stayed," I breathed.

“I've triple checked," he replied glumly. "As far as I can tell, there shouldn't be anything left of the connection. Can you forgive me?"

I hugged him against me again, realizing as I did that I was still naked. But there wasn't anything sexual about the moment. I looked him in the eyes. “There's nothing to forgive," I had said firmly. "We had some great sex, and we got a little carried away, but nobody was hurt. That's all there needs to be to it.”

“But…”

I squeezed him until the words died in a breathless wheeze. "If you fucking try to run away and ghost me I'll find you and end you."

He coughed. "Okay, fine. But what are we then?"

I hesitated. “Do you… do you know where you wanted to go with this?” I wasn't sure I knew either at the time.

He shook his head. "I thought I'd see how this went. Now…” he trailed off, my heart sinking with his silence. It took him a few false starts to get the right words. “I'm scared." His quiet admission had nearly unmade me. "It feels like everything happened so quickly, and none of it was in my control.” He exhaled a shuddering sigh. "Can we take a step back? Get to know each other as friends? And we can revisit the question when the time is right?” Somehow I had managed to scrape together the willpower to give him a shaky smile and a nod, not trusting my voice.

Despite our rocky start we did normalize our relationship. It sometimes felt to me like a bit of the connection lingered after that night, in the way I could anticipate his words, or his intuitive understanding of my mood. We became friends, my best friend as we spent the long winter nights learning more about each other and discussing every subject under the sun.

When spring thawed the world I coaxed him into my bed again, and despite his initial reservations we never had a repeat of the Incident. He always seemed to hold back, though, and we both shied away from broaching the possibility of anything more serious. Val even made it clear to me that I didn't need to consider myself exclusive to him, and I extended the same offer to him, though I never heard of him having any flings.

I don't know who started the rumor at first, but it spread like wildfire. At some point, everyone just seemed to think we were dating, and despite our frequent protestations, they never could be dissuaded.

But maybe the party would convince them otherwise.

—--------------------

“You'd think there'd be someone competent enough to delegate to,” Val griped, “but you really do have to do things yourself if you want them done right.” We were sitting on the exterior steps of KNT’s townhouse, basking in the early afternoon sun. “If I'd known being treasurer would mean herding this lot, I might have turned down the position.”

Greek life meant being voluntold into doing committee work. I knew from Val’s previous complaints that KNT’s treasurer traditionally organized the initiation party - arguably a form of hazing itself. Despite his moaning, he was still tight lipped about the actual going ons of the event.

“So what are you planning for the party?” I asked casually. I was leaning against the steps, an arm draped casually over the espeon. Val sniffed dismissively at my transparent ploy.

"You know that's a secret."

“But are the rumors true? Is it really a crazy orgy?" The assignment card pressed against my leg in the pocket of my favorite skirt (it had pockets!). I hadn't told him that I picked it yet. Despite the hectic schedule during pledge week, we managed to find some time to hang out. It just happened to also be right before the time when I'd be filled in on the details of the party.

"If you want to know so badly, I'll tell you if the first volunteer bails out.” He looked me in the eyes. "Then you can step in and find out for yourself. How does that sound?” He was goading me, daring me to stick my neck out.

"How likely is that?" I was pretending to equivocate.

“I'm told we usually go through several volunteers before we actually get someone up for it.” Val was still being frustratingly enigmatic.

“So it is extreme.”

“No comment,” Val replied breezily. To be honest I wasn't expecting to get anything out of him. Frats were notoriously secretive about their rituals, and KNT was no exception.

“Do you know who your volunteer is this year?" I kept pressing, though I was sure that if he knew it was me he'd have brought it up by now.

The espeon shook his head. "Even if I did, I wouldn't say. Hard to get a volunteer if everyone finds out who they are.”

"I heard Rose was your volunteer last year."

“You didn't hear it from us, did you?"

“Fine, fine, keep your little secrets." I hid a sly smile. “I'm sure I'll find out one of these days."

Val made a derisive noise. "Unlikely.”

There was a lull, a companionable silence that I filled by stroking his back. I weighed telling him about the assignment card then, but held back. “Hey,” I started. An ear rotated towards me. "How would you feel if I did something a bit,” I fished around for the right word, “crazy?" Val raised a brow and sat up, facing me.

“What kind of crazy?"

“Let's pretend I picked one of the crazier assignments. Hypothetically."

He favored me with a smirk. “Purely hypothetically, of course. Maybe even asking for a friend?”

“Right, naturally.”

“Presumably one of the more sexual persuasion?” I nodded. He had caught on quickly, as always.

Val shrugged. “I mean, you don't need to ask me for permission."

I sighed, but not impatiently. "I know. I still want to know what you'd think. There's a bit of a difference between having a few flings here and there and, I dunno, having a frat run a train on me.”

“Is that what you signed up for?”

"I don't know,” I admitted, "they haven't told me what it exactly involves yet."

The espeon laughed. “Sounds like something we'd do. But honestly, I'm not going to think you're damaged goods or anything. Go wild.” He lowered his voice, though nobody was nearby. “In another world, I'd be jumping at the opportunity too.”

I smiled, feeling the anxiety leaving me. In its absence, anticipation was quickly building. I knew I could trust Val to understand me. We were always on the same page. “Thanks.” I didn't bring up the concerns I had talked to Neela about. I'd either figure it out or not. Either way, Val and I would be fine.

Val got up and stretched. “Nothing to thank me for. But I've got to run, there's more planning to do. I'll catch you after pledge week?

“Or sooner, if we run into each other," I foreshadowed. He waved his tail farewell and disappeared into the townhouse. I checked the time again. Five minutes until my appointment. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t just tell Val then and there. I guess I wanted to surprise him. I tried to relax, but I was giddy with excitement and each minute dragged on. I ended up knocking on the door two minutes early.

The door was opened by a preppy looking manectric. It was the president of KNT, Jorge (pronounced George, but preppier). He shook his paw free from the floor level handle and blinked at me, clearly expecting someone else. "Oh, hey. Are you here for Val? We have some frat business today, he probably won't be available."

I pulled out the assignment card and showed it to him. "It's me.” I couldn't keep the shit eating grin off my face. "I'm the frat business.” Jorge peered at the card for a moment, then sat down heavily.

“Right." He took a breath. “Okay, I'm not touching this one with a ten foot pole." He looked up the stairs and yelled. “Val! Your girlfriend’s here." I heard a door shove open.

“She's not my girlfriend!" Val shouted back, before appearing a flight up. I gave him a sympathetic expression. He trotted down. “Did you forget something? We're going to be busy really soon."

I flicked the card at him, and he caught it midair with his telekinesis. He glanced at it for only a moment, before recognizing his own writing. "So that's why you were so curious about the party. Or were you so desperate that you mugged some poor girl for it?”

“No, it came up in my sorority’s assignments."

“And you just had to know, huh?" Val turned to Jorge. “Well, what’s the problem? You said you'd fill her in."

"I'm not discussing this with a brother's girl…"

“Not my girlfriend," Val smoothly interjected.

"This is your problem,” Jorge stated flatly, before making an expeditious retreat up the stairs. Nerd.

Val sighed. "See, it's shit like this that I was telling you about. Gotta do everything myself." He sat down and scratched an ear. “Can't escape the narrative that I've got a girlfriend either.

"Everyone was telling me ‘oh no don't fuck up your loving relationship with Val!’”

"Did you tell them I'm not your keeper?”

"You know they don't listen."

"Do you think they'll believe us after this?”

I grinned at him. “Depends what you boys are going to do to me, right?”

He reciprocated with a small smile and started walking towards the common room. "Well, come on. Guess you'll be learning some of our initiation secrets after all.”

With a barely contained skip in my step I followed. KNT’s brownstone wasn't large, but they managed to furnish it nicely enough through what I assumed were donations from graduating brothers. At least the couch I settled into was less ratty than the one in my sorority house. The only other person in the room was an imposing mightyena lounging in an armchair.

"This is Thoren," Val introduced us.

“We've met before," Thoren replied, tilting his head in confusion. I didn't know the other members of KNT half as well as I did Val, but I knew most of their names, and they presumably knew mine.

Undeterred, Val continued. "Thoren, meet our knot sock.”

"Whoa. You?” His regard changed abruptly. He sat up, leaning in, his ears canted forward.

"Is that what you call your poor girl?” I grinned. It was very stereotypically boy’s club.

Thoren laughed apologetically. “It's not the most progressive, but you know how it is with tradition.”

"It's kinda hot." The thought of being - no, of choosing to be nothing more than a sleeve for the hounds to fill… It had a perverse appeal.

"I'm not supposed to tell you every last detail until the day of,” Val admitted, “but basically we have a horny pledge class and it'd be your job to get all of them off."

“Make the boys men and all that,” Thoren interjected sheepishly.

"So it is an orgy,” I breathed.

"Technically, a gangbang is probably more accurate." Somehow Val made it sound clinical. “Still in? Not gonna bail on us at the last moment and leave our pledges hanging?"

I shook my head. "I'm so down.” My heart was beating out of my chest.

"Good. Prove it then. Strip.”

"What?” The question didn't come from me, but Thoren. I paused, my hand already on the hem of my crop top.

"You mean you don't want to see her naked?” Val raised a brow at Thoren.

"I mean," he looked at me, then avoided meeting my eyes, “isn't it… didn't Jorge say it was just a briefing? Something about not scaring her away?”

"Jorge said it was my problem to deal with. And he said that we'd ‘fill her in’.” The espeon had the smuggest little grin. He turned to me. “You're gonna be doing way more than this anyways.”

“I'm not the one asking questions." I pulled my top over my head, dropping it over the arm of the couch. The air felt cool on my bare shoulders. I felt Thoren's eyes on my cleavage, his eyes flicking up to meet mine when I looked at him. I smirked.

She's not gonna get scared off.” Val hopped up next to me. His paws settled on my shoulders, his body pressing against my back. He rolled his hips against me, the firmness of his sheath announcing itself. “I know her better than that.”

“I'm pretty sure Jorge didn't mean ‘fill her in’ that way.” Thoren’s heart wasn't in the argument, distracted by my hand reaching behind me. " And if she's not going to get scared off, why do we need to test her?”

"Because, do you want your dick sucked or not?" Val spared a glance at me. In assent I unhooked my bra.

The mightyena’s resolve crumbled against the twin threats of Val’s debating prowess and the sheer dark blue piece of cloth falling to the ground.

"Yeah…” he mumbled, ogling me. I stood up, a tug announcing Val telekinetically pulling my skirt off as I did. Stepping out of it, clothed only in my panties now, I advanced on Thoren. He was panting lightly, wide eyed and . A slightest hint of red was visible between his legs.

Val’s tail coiling around my ankle stalled me for a moment. “You missed a piece." I felt a force on the hem of my panties, and looking down I could see them peel themselves off me slowly, sticking a little with my wetness before the fabric fell away and down my legs.

“You're really pretty," Thoren breathed. It was funny how the intimidating looking mightyena was really quite trepidatious, not quite daring to approach me.

“My face is up here," I smiled wryly.

"It's so smooth.” The hyena was transfixed, finally giving in and leaning for a closer look, his nose inches from my mound. I had spent a few painful hours waxing a few days ago, and I was still bare. His reaction was worth the effort.

A small sound escaped me when I felt my lips part, but it wasn't Thoren. He was still watching, enraptured as I was spread around an invisible force. I met Val’s eyes for a moment, the gem on his forehead just faintly glimmering. From the pictures I had taken when he'd done this previously, it would look like I was inexplicably stretched open, the private folds and crevices of my passage exposed to Thoren's hungry gaze.

“That's so fucking hot." I thought it was too; sexy in an incredibly slutty way. The espeon’s telekinetic force felt similar to taking a dick, though lacking the yielding yet hard feeling a real one would have. The mightyena could no longer restrain himself, his head darting in to drag a lick up my slit.

He followed up by promptly trying to stuff his tongue as far into my pussy as possible, Val letting his telekinetic force fade so that I clenched down onto him. "Just a little less deep,” I murmured, cupping his muzzle in my hands and angling him towards the right spot.

Obliging, the hyena redirected his efforts, and my hands grabbed fistfuls of his neck fur. His tongue plunged into me, seeking out my sensitive spots and forcing small gasps from me when he found them. It wasn't enough for me not to notice the lurid red flesh spilling out from his sheath, forming an impressive looking member. As well as Thoren was doing between my legs, I had other things in mind.

"Don't keep him waiting now. Suck him off.” Val had noticed where my attention was. I pulled Thoren away from me reluctantly - he really wasn't bad at giving head. But I hadn't come here to get eaten out, and both Val and I knew it.

I dropped to my knees, thankful for the rather plush rug. Thoren looked at me a little uncertainly, and I nudged him onto his side, letting his hind legs splay out and giving me access to his cock. When I leaned in and pressed a kiss to its head, a low whine left his muzzle.

Using my hands to hold him steady, I played my tongue around the pointed tip and swirled around his glans. A familiar weight settled on my back as Val mounted me. A paw placed itself on the back of my head. “Don't tease, Sock." I had just enough time to secure my lips around Thoren’s cock before he slowly but insistently pushed my head down. At the same time, he shuffled his hind legs and speared me on the first try, stuffing my mouth and pussy simultaneously.

I was too familiar with Val to think he'd let me off easy. When Thoren’s cocktip brushed the back of my throat I tilted my head back and swallowed it, letting it breach and slide down. I wish I had some secret trick or technique to share, but as far as I could tell I just didn't have as strong a gag reflex as other people.

"She can just do that?” Thoren sounded awed.

"She's a natural.” Val sounded so smug you'd almost think he was the one kissing Thoren’s unformed knot. "So, Sock," he leaned in to murmur in my ear, sliding balls deep into me as he did, “our pledge class has been pent up for weeks and just waiting to get their rocks off.” Just as I was starting to feel the need for air build on my chest, he let up, letting me pull off of Thoren with a gasp. “For passing initiation, you'll be their reward. Ready to be taking a whole lot of knots one after another?”

“Sounds like my idea of a good time," I coughed. “Anything else?” I went back down on Thoren, cupping my tongue around his shaft and letting his head tease at the softer, slicker flesh at the back of my mouth. The mightyena groaned, his hip giving a barely checked thrust that almost had me deep throating him again.

"I've got a few things in mind, now that I know you're going to be the knot sock. But you like surprises right?” Val murmured lasciviously in my ear, starting to work himself into a leisurely rhythm. A tongue flicked against the sensitive skin of my ear. “You can find out when it's happening.”

Anna's warning flashed through my mind, but I quickly discarded it. “Yeah, surprise me. I trust you." I propped my elbows onto the couch so I could start squeezing around Thoren’s base with my hands, encouraging it to grow.

He groaned, his paws settling gently on the back of my head, but he didn't push me down. Nonetheless, I took the hint and dove back in, slathering his tip with loving licks and suckling it shamelessly. "If you keep going like that…” The hyena was breathless.

Val pulled out of me, never having gone above more than a lazy pace. “Hey, you wanna knot her?" he asked casually.

"Can I?”

"I'm not her keeper."

Thoren gave Val a weird look, but didn't pursue the line of thought. Instead he opted to swap places with him, lining himself up to mount me. I looked back at him, wiggling my ass temptingly.

"Come and get me,” I purred. Despite his earlier hesitance, Thoren didn't miss a beat, his forelegs gripping around my waist and his hips thrusting, searching for my slit. I reached between my legs to give him a hand, lining him up. As soon as his tip found my yielding wetness, he thrust in, taking me balls deep. An involuntary cry left my throat, my hands bracing against the couch as his desperate tempo rocked my frame.

He had clearly been quite close, and it took him only a minute or two before I felt the pluck of his engorging knot against my lips. He didn't take any chances, shoving the bulb against my folds and pushing. I felt myself spreading around his even-then growing girth, first gradually, then swallowing the knot all at once. He bottomed out with a snarl, and I clenched with all my might around him, feeling more than hearing him topple over the edge with that alluring rhythmic throb of cum pumping deep into me. The sweet staining pressure of being tied, the way his girth pressed on my g spot just right - it took only a few firm rubs with my fingers at the apex of my slit before I joined him, shuddering softly, a shaky whimper escaping my lips.

It was a moment before I could catch my breath. When I did, I turned my head to look at Thoren.

“Damn, you're good.” I realized I was idly playing with our joining and forced myself to pull my hand away.

"Umm, thanks.” It was almost a question; the poor boy clearly didn't know what to say. To my relief, Val picked up the slack.

"Now take several more of those in a row and you'll have the night of initiation." He hopped onto the couch and looked down at me. “Think you can handle that?"

I stared up at his erect member, still glistening with my juices. "Yeah, absolutely. But do you want me to finish you off?”

"Sure." He scooted closer. I propped Thoren and my combined weight on the edge of the couch with my elbows. The mightyena shifted on my back.

“Do you want me to turn?" Thoren asked uncertainly.

"No, I like your weight,” I distractedly responded. I took Val’s member in my hand, giving the slick flesh a stroke before capturing his head in my mouth.

"Oh, ok. I'll just… hang out I guess.”

I couldn't respond, Val’s shaft a familiar feeling filling my mouth. It wasn't a surprise when his paws settled on my head, nor the slow rolling thrust that followed, teasing the back of my throat. I dove into his next thrust, letting him bottom out, swallowing around his tip and welcoming it deeper into me.

The espeon was patient but unrelenting, holding my head in place and thrusting instead of letting me do the work. With an ease born from practice, he withdrew just in time to let me come up for air. I closed my eyes. The darkness let me focus on the sensations: Val’s paws on the back of my head, claws pricking my scalp as he worked his hips, sinking that warm slick shaft deep into me until my lips brushed against the still nascent knot.

I snuck my tongue out to give it a lick, Val humming appreciatively. My hand snuck between my legs again, first tracing how my lips spread around Thoren’s cock, then slipping just a little inside myself to marvel at the bulb of his knot filling me so achingly well, before moving up to my clit and giving it a roll between my fingers.

I lost myself to the sensations, the stretch in my pussy, the delicious strain in my throat each time it was stuffed with dick. The burn, the building tightness in my chest as Val took his pleasure in my mouth; the relief when he receded enough for me to gasp down a breath of fresh air. At some point, the sight of us must have gotten Thoren horny again. I realized belatedly that he was grinding into me, shoving his knot into my g-spot - realized even later that I was clenching on the mass of his cock as I edged myself with my fingers.

I don't know how long I was there, spit-roasted by the two canines. Time became a blur, unimportant compared to the task at hand. Another girl might have faltered at the voices in the hallway, the startled exclamation of mingled shock and glee. I barely paid attention to them - they could see as much of me as they wanted. I'd have a larger audience on initiation night, according to Val.

Despite his measured pace, Val couldn't keep stoic forever. “Are you close?" the espeon asked, pulling his cock free of my lips. My mouth felt oddly empty. I opened my eyes, seeing some other hounds peeking through the door from the periphery of my vision.

“Yeah," I rasped. “I've been close for a while." I was simmering, assailed from all directions by stimulation. My rubbing had given way to careful glancing caresses. Any more and I'd probably cream myself. As it was, my body was twitching with every touch, wired and responsive beyond my overwhelmed mind’s capability to describe.

"Finish us off then.” I didn't need to be told twice. I sank into Val’s dick, slathering his head with my tongue, bobbing deeper and deeper down his shaft. My fingers gave my clit a pinch, putting me perilously close to orgasm, especially since Thoren seemed determined to fuck a second load into me before he even untied from giving me the first one.

It didn't take long. Now that I had control, I sped up the pace, suckling greedily on his rod. Ambitious beyond the point of wisdom, I deepthroated him all the way down, until I was kissing his sheath, feeling his inflating knot in my mouth, working my tongue beneath the…

A telekinetic force jerked my head back up, though not far enough that I didn't still have him in my throat, Val looking down at me wild eyes. His knot was still swelling, and I knew my business. My free hand wrapped around the swollen mass, squeezing, the other rubbing furiously at my clit.

Val thrust in until I was kissing his now fully swollen knot and erupted, throbbing deliciously in my throat. Before I could react, he pulled back out, pulsing a mouthful onto my tongue before painting my face, my throat, my tits with strings of cum.

My fingers between my legs worked in a frenzy, and I tensed, squeezing Thoren’s knot with my walls, clenching and squirming deliciously as pleasure rushed through my body. The mightyena on top of me didn't relent even as the arm I propped on the couch gave out, leaving me sprawled on the rug. He just used it to get better leverage, shifting his paws from gripping my waist to bracing them on my back and pinning me on the ground.

With his new position, Thoren could really hammer into me, the short thrusts he could manage while tied shoving his knot into my g-spot again and again. I moaned in delirious lust, my peak sustained by the vigorous pounding I was taking. I wasn't sure how long he took to finish, but I must have had the longest orgasm of my life while he did, because the next thing I was aware of was him pumping another load into my pussy.

I was a wreck, jittery and utterly exhausted. I couldn't muster the strength in my shaky arms to push myself up. When I tried anyways I instead felt my body tilt as I lost balance and fell onto my side. Thoren gave a strangled yelp, pulled down with me into a spooning position. There was a laugh from our audience, but my attention was on Val, who was leaning down to look me in the eye.

“You know if I knot your mouth, you can't breathe right? People end up with broken jaws that way."

"But kissing your sheath is so fucking hot.”

"It is pretty hot," he admitted.

“You're both twisted,” Thoren interjected, before shrinking back as we glared at him. “What? I'm just being the sane one here."

“Dude, you're the one tied to his girlfriend, don't complain," someone joked from the peanut gallery. Now that I could finally pay attention to them, I could see a handful of hounds peering in from the doorframe. A few I recognized: Chaddius the herdier, Frederick the granbull, but the dachsbun and mabosstiff were unfamiliar to me.

As wiped as I was, I couldn't help but luxuriate in the way they were staring at me, their eyes roaming my bare body covetously. I stretched, pushing out my chest and arching my back. Val’s cum still decorated my front, glistening on my breast. A delighted murmur arose from our watchers. “You're a lucky guy Val," Chaddius barked.

Said espeon chuckled. “Now you're just showing off." He raised his head to address our voyeurs. “Get outta here. You might get your chance if you're lucky. She's our knot sock this year." The murmur rose to an excited hum.

"You gonna save some pussy for all of us, Sock?” Frederick leered.

"Bet I can take the whole frat at least once," I shot back. Chaddius gave an excited whoop.

“You heard it here first boys! A round for the whole house, courtesy of Socks!" the herdier announced, before the lot of them scampered off.

Val caught my eye, grinning predatorially. "They'll try to hold you to that, you know?”

I grinned back. "They're not ready for me.”

Thoren shifted uncomfortably behind me, testing our tie. "You guys let me get loose before you start flirting, ok?”