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I yawned and stretched out, blinking the sleep from my eyes. It had been a few days since I started pledging this fraternity and while the trails were interesting, I always had a warm bed waiting for me with Brian. I felt myself being pulled closer by Brian's arm, my back pressed to his stomach.

"You up?" I asked sleepily.

I felt a nip at my shoulder as Brian snuggled against me, and what could only be his morning wood grinding into my rump. "You tell me."

"Sure feels like it. Do you want some help dealing with your 'small' problem before I go to class?" I giggled slightly, wiggling my rump against his erection.

I felt him reach behind him as the bed shifted. I gasped as I felt a slick finger shove its way roughly into my tailhole, causing me to squeal in surprise and pleasure from the entrance.

"Do. . . " he added a second finger.

"You. . . ", he added a third finger causing me to moan through clenched teeth.

"Call. . . ", pulling his fingers out of me causing me to gasp.

"This. . .", placing his cock at my entrance.

"SMALL-", sliding his entire length into me in one solid thrust.

"Oh god!" I cried out as he hilted within me with a kind of tender force, leaving me gasping for a moment before I had realized he was not thrusting, but instead waiting on me.

"No, you're in no way small." I moan out pathetically, anus clenching over the hard organ.

"Good. Then you feel that." Pulling out of me with a sly grin and rolling onto his back, his paws wrapped about my belly to ensure that we stay locked together.

"I am feeling lazy this morning. Climb on up and ride me, sexy", He reached out and swatted my ass, causing it to sting briefly like a sharp pinch.

I yipped and looked back, sticking out my tongue as he just reached out and nabbed it, causing me no small amount of surprise.

"Are you offering me the use of your muzzle again? Do you love it that much? Can you ever get enough of my seed in that muzzle?" He finished that statement of sexual inquisition by letting go and smiling at me.

I gave him a dirty look and sat up, crawling over top of him. Then lifting myself up as I reached behind me, gripping lightly at his cock and moving it in the right direction, placing the head to my entrance. I slowly exhaled as I dropped myself down, feeling him enter a new depth as I found myself sitting in his lap.

I wiggled in his lap playfully, smiling down at Brian as I said, "Save a horse, ride a Brian?"

Brian Chuckled, "So, get to riding, then."

I felt a swift swat at the side of my ass as he swatted it. I yipped, and began to lift myself up along his shaft, then lowered myself back down only to find his hips rising to meet me. I would rise up slowly and then push downward as harshly as possible in meeting his thrusts. His paw reaching up wrapping around my shaft, starting to stroke it in time with his thrusts into my tight hole. His every push now pressing and rubbing against my prostate.

I moaned, full of lust in my voice, "Ahhhhh, ple. . . please har. . . der."

I felt my whole frame tingle as each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout my body. His ramming and my movements both increasing to one harmonic vibration. He, too, began to moan; his eyes closed as we were both lost to the pleasure we were feeling. Both of our rapid breaths had become ragged, our actions becoming ever more erratic. I cried out, cumming across Brian's stomach and hand. As I came, my tailhole clamped down on Brian's member and i found myself shoving down as hard as I could to take every inch in one carnal seizure of feral relief and fully impale tight ass down on his dick. The extra sensation pushed Brian over the edge, as he had taken the new liberty of filling my ass with hot seed like warmed pudding. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, I pulled myself off of his softening member.

"Mmmmm, that was a joy as always. Thanks for the ride, horsey dick." I remark thoughtfully, grinning playfully at Brian and giving his wet nose a gentle flick.

Brian gave me a dirty look and threw a balled up used condom that must have been on the bed for at least three days, which I easy ducked.

"Well you show a lot a talent. . . Cowgirl." He teased back, resuming his good humor long enough to get back in the mood of being my owner.

I stuck my tongue out at him again and headed out to grab a shower and get ready for class. After getting ready and dressed, I headed downstairs for the morning inspection of the pledges before going out. I lined up next to all the other pledges. Depending on how they were on demerits and their sponsor's preference, all of us had some form of cross-dressing articles on.

I personally figured I had lucked out, as mine was not as obvious as Chris's; who was dressed like a sorority girl for a night on the town, and if not for his antlers you wouldn't know he wasn't a doe. Personally, I wear a shirt I'm told is salmon in color though I'd say it's actually pink. It has rather short sleeves even for a short-sleeved shirt. It's also rather form-fitting and shorter than I'm used to.

Also forced into jeans that hug every inch of me with stenciling all along the butt, which were also rather low cut. The outfit shows off my now recently pierced navel, tail over the top of my jeans rather than through a hole or with a snap. This feature seems to be something Brian rather enjoys as it allows him easy access to my tailhole through one quick pull of my pants. He told me my old pants were too much like trying to safecrack to get to the good stuff.

"All pledges: please pull your pants down and turn around, face the wall and bend over, and do not turn aroun. Your day's first task begins now." The white lion, Andrew looking us all over as he spoke authoritively.

Taking up a position spread out and bent over, bracing myself against the wall and my pants pulled down as well. Pink silky panties that said slut on the back in black letters fall around my knees like a humiliating chain of bondage. I'm now staring intently at the wall as I hear growns, moans, and squeals of pleasure and surprise working the way down the row of pledges ever closer to myself. I felt my tail pulled out of the way and something wet placed against my rump, then shoved inside. I gasped then immediately shuddered, as it felt like I had been knotted by a rather large dog.

"What you feel now filling your rumps are expensive toys we had donated by a patron of our house: a Bluetooth buttplug. You will each be given a phone. Keep it on you at all times, but never answer a call. You will keep the plug in yourself at all hours, but the rather obvious times such as releasing one's self or servicing a full member of the house who needs the relief. "

I stood up, pulling up my pants and feeling the plug filling me up was interesting as I took a phone from Brian. I saw the rest of the pledges receiving one as well. I heard another round of moans and murrs and squeals, including from me, as the plug vibrated rather abruptly while the phones each received a call. After a few seconds of vibrating it stopped. We were also handed an envelope with the name of another of the pledges on it.

"Your task is a Scavenger hunt: if you gather all the items you will each gain 100 points. However, if you do not, you will be severely punished in far more imaginative ways than has been done by anyone thus far. You will all arrive at the house at seven to show your results and receive whatever reward you deserve whether it is for good or ill. Now, on your way everyone, excect Snow and Ryan. You two come here." Andrew motioned for us to come to him with one of those big wide scary paws good for spanking.

We both walked over to him nervously, Ryan's cute little mousy tail twitching abit behind him. He was currently dressed in a knee length black skirt covered in chains and straps. He also wore a white T-shirt that had a pink glittery heart and a picture of a rooster on it. Each of his wrists had a fur-lined cuff. His neck had a fur-lined collar around it and all of them locked on with small heart-shaped locks.

"Yes Sir?" We both said in near unison.

Giving us a wicked toothy grin, "Give me your phones."

Ryan and I handed over our phones both of us looking rather nervous.

"You two are abit disappointing. You're going to have to step it up, or you're going to be out on your ass. Despite your earlier 2nd place in the cross-dressing contest, Snow you are also doing poorly. In fact, you are the two 'girls' in last place. You will be undergoing some extra credit."

He dialed and played with the phones for a minute before suddenly the plug began to vibrate again, causing me to lurch forward a bit in surprise and taking a sharp breath in, before getting some composure and looking up at Andrew again, then over at Ryan. He seemed to bite his lip a little, showing clearly how his plug was likely doing the same. However, unlike before, it was not a few seconds of vibration but instead quick steady pulses that did not stop.

"Your phones are simply set to alarm mode, they will keep going off until the alarm is canceled or you run out of batteries. I am told they can go for hours upon hours." He declares thoughtfully, licking his whiskers and swatting his beefy slender tail around.

"You will work together, of course, and show your ability to work with others and that you will be a team player, if you make it into the frat. You two have a few extra items on your list. If you get them, you get twenty more points than everyone else. However, if you don't get them as well, you get nothing. Have fun." With that, he turned and left.

I looked at Ryan: I had to admit he is an adorable white field mouse, though he was as inexperienced in most of this sexual stuff as I am, and it had cost us both dire in points.

I sighed, "So when do you get out of classes today so we can start on the scavenger hunt? My last class ends at 2:30."

Thinking it over before he spoke, "Two, so I guess we should meet up then. How about in the café' so we can figure out our plan?"

"Sounds good for a start. See ya then." I patted Ryan on the shoulder and turned to head out.

I sat through my Lit. class and made it halfway through my government class with that incessant buzzing in my plump padded tushy. I had to stop myself from gyrating in my seat: I wanted to moan and grind my backside against the hard supportive plastic. I was also worried other people could hear the vibration, but apparently they couldn't; which was good for me. Two different students asked me if I was ok as I looked flushed.

In the middle of my Government class, I excused myself to the rest room where I quickly disappeared into a stall, undoing my pants and tugging them down. I was already hard as a rock as I wrapped my paw around my cock and began to masturbate. I stroked my member with a fury, as I reached back and pushed and pulled at the vibrating plug inside me to better make it feel like a cock. I moved both paws to my throbbing organ just as I managed to cum, using one cupped paw to catch the semen to avoid getting it all over my shirt. I then raised my paw to my muzzle and began to lick my paw clean, then the other paw as the first hand gathered any remains of cum from my urethra. Even going as far as to give it a squeeze to get the last drop before I sucked that last bit from my fingertips like freshly squeezed honey. I whimpered, as despite all this, I was still randy as hell. I was sure another few hours of this, and I was going to enter the quad with tail high as a mast on all fours; begging random furs to just have their way with me. I had no idea how I was supposed to keep focused enough for this scavenger hunt!

I went back to class though, and I did make it to 2:30, going to meet Ryan in the quad. I had however, needed to leave classes two more times to masturbate and relieve these chronic tensions, though all it seemed to do was give me temporary relief from a serious primal beast raging inside.

I saw Ryan siting there, his hair a bit ruffled and ears folded back as he looked to be quite frazzled and wild-looking. I sat down and looked at him, "You look like you're handling this about as well as me. Let's check the list and get started: the sooner we get this done, the better."

Ryan nods as calmly as he can, squirming in his seat and whimpering as he bit his lip. The mouse closes his eyes, groaning before opening them again. He was quickly composed of his own beast long enough to pull out his list as I did mine. I stared at the paper, reading it over in disbelief at all the raunchy things being asked for:

1) A used dildo.

2) A gay porno DVD.

3) A picture of using a gloryhole.

4) The phone numbers of ten guys.

5) A muzzle of cum to be shown.

6) A used condom, but not to have you or your partner's seed in them.

7) Professor Jones' underwear.

"Wow. That's not a long list, but I'm not sure how to get most of this done." I looked up from the list to Ryan, as he refused to meet my gaze, staring down at the sheet and read over again as well in case they'd missed something silly, but important like Simon says rules.

Ryan, a bright red flush on his cheeks, swallowed hard before speaking "I have heard of a shop that I can get some of that." What he didn't admit was that the mouse had likely been a customer in those places, himself.

"Um, ok. . . what on the list can you get? I don't have a car, so I can't drive to the city. You'll will have to go there. You have a car, right?" For a second my heart stopped: it would be rotten luck if we missed half the items just because we had to ride the bus or fail.

Ryan nodded, "Yeah I have a car. I can get the dildo and the picture there. . . I think. If it's like what I've heard, and even the numbers--I think. " Looking down at the table top, clearly embarrassed. "I don't think I can't swallow for the hour drive back, though."

"So I have to get the rest. . . I think I could do that. I'll try, but some of this requires a lack of shame and the rest needs a clever touch." I whimper, standing up and feeling the plug shift as the buzzing still goes with every 'false' alarm.

Ryan nodded to me and got up himself, "See you back here when I finish, then."

"You too, mousy." I giggle, trying to put in some confidence that I didn't genuinely feel.

I head to the library, where I logged onto the school network and search the school directory for teacher's addresses, Then used Google map to locate Mr. Jones' exact address. It wasn't too far away: a bit of a walk twenty minutes tops. I figured I could use the excuse of some questions about class for why I was there if he bothered to get suspicious about it. I wrote down the address and headed off toward his home North of campus. The entire walk was excruciating as with every step, the plug shifted and I had to stop several times to adjust myself as I was maddeningly hard almost the entire walk. When I got to his home, it was a blue ranch-style house. Heading up to the door and knocking, I waited and knocked again with no answer. Then I walked around the front, checking the windows: it looked like no one was home, which was too bad for my initial investment of time to get here in the first place. I whimper, worried about how else I could pull this off given the already difficult gauntlet of this slutty little hunt. I look at the gate and then go into the back yard. Looking through the windows, but still not seeing anyone, I still can't shake that helpless fear sinking inside me. I start looking around hoping to find a spare key, and take a glance under the mat as well as looking for fake rocks in the front yard. Finally, I felt over top the door frame and knocked a key loose. Bending down to pick it up had caused me to moan as the plug ground itself against my prostate. I had to get the underwear and get out of there as soon as possible for fear of the obvious discovery. I unlock the back door and walk briskly inside quickly before anyone can spot me, heading for what I hoped was the master bedroom.

"Jumping Jesus Christ on a pogo stick!" I was shocked at what I saw upon entering.

I was clearly not in his bedroom: the walls were covered in bondage art of large furs dominating many a red fox. Chains hung from the ceiling and a large chest sat against the opposite wall. Suddenly a paw with a rag covered my muzzle and nose as everything faded to black.

I slowly open my eyes, blinking a few times and looking around. I tried to move, but seemed to be unable to. Quickly, I realize my muzzle was full of a red rubber ball that was bound in place by a strap wrapped around his head and tasted faintly of the oral leavings of others that had used it before. I looked up and saw that I was hanging from the ceiling by chains attached to large fuzzy manacles. Looking down as well to see my ankles seemed to be in similar restraints with a long metal bar spreading my legs apart. A mirror in front of me as well, the reflection showed me I was still dressed, though I was now wearing a collar and it looked as though my tail was secured to it forcing it straight up like a mooring line.

Just then, I saw Professor Jones step behind me so I could see him in the reflection. Professor Jones is one of the younger members of the faculty being only thirty. He's six feet of border collie sexiness, and was currently dressed only in a black leather harness, which was an accidental fashion contrast against his black and white fur. He stood there reading the list I had been given earlier, a creepy thoughtful grin coming across his face.

"Well then, Snow, sorry that my pet took care of you, but you were breaking and entering. According to this paper here, you needed my underwear. I would have gladly worked something out with you, but now you're going to have to learn a lesson about taking without asking. Pet, come undress tonight's plaything for me." Jones licks his lips, eyes flickering with diabolic fire.

I saw a white-furred fennec walk before me who was about the same size as my height and build. His tail had to be as long as he was tall, as well as being striped in an exotic provocative way. His right ear had six rainbow rings in it, and his hair was dyed a bright purple. The only thing he currently wore was a leather cuff on each wrist and ankle, and a collar that had the word 'SLUT' written in bold lettering and all in capital letters as though to emphasize the point. He timidly walks up to me as I saw him holding a pair of large scissors. He started cutting off my shirt, followed by my pants but stopping when he saw my panties, which by now the front had been completely soaked in pre. Giggling a bit and looking up at me as he saw how hard I was, he dropped to his knees and yanked off the panties around my knees like sissy shackles and licked up the length of my hard cock before engulfing the head in his warm muzzle. I moaned loudly around the ball gag in my muzzle, the unexpected pleasure quite welcome indeed.

"Well, well what do we have here?" My professor's paw gripped the plug still lodged securely in my ass like a shiny rubber cork. "Looks like our little girltoy here was hoping something like this might happen." He chuckles, quite amused by this discovery. I'd hope maybe it would make him more merciful, but then again, doms are typically wildly unpredictable.

He pulled the plug out of me with a pop, the vibrations becoming audible once it was outside of my body and in the open air. My body quivered as soon as he took it out, jerking at my chains. I bit down hard on the ball gag and felt myself seconds from cumming when the striped-tail fennec grabbed tightly under the base of my knot to form a ring with his fingers and pull his muzzle off my cock, licking his lips with an expression akin to teasing seduction. His grip tightened enough to stop me from being able to cum, making me jerk at my chains and whimper around my gag.

Standing up once he was sure I was not going to cum, "It does look so Master, he does taste good though." The little slut muses, licking the creamy saline of musk-filled pre off his lips like donut glaze.

"You think all cock tastes good. I believe we can help my poor student with his game here: we can handle all these except ten phone numbers and this gloryhole business. Prepare him for me while I get a few things, as I want to enjoy him as soon as possible." Then Mr. Jones Crumples up the sheet and walks off out of the room into some obscurity where only random noise and rummaging can be heard.

My teacher's bitch reached up and freed me of the ball gag, planting a gentle kiss on my lips as he did so, "My name's Frost by the way cutie."

He then kissed me far more deeply, his tongue invading my muzzle like a worm. Pulling away, he smiled at me and reached up and stroked my ears softly, before he moved behind me and pulled me against him as he began to lick at my shoulder, now nibbling upon it lightly like the light scratching of claws. I closed my eyes and moaned, lost in the pleasure of his fore-play embracing caress.

He pulled away from me and let me slip from his grip ever casually like a ghost. I sighed softly, panting slightly when my eyes sprung open, yipping in surprise as Frost grabs my hips and his tongue began to lap at my tailhole. I squirm, gripping at my chains in frantic paws, pulling at them as the pleasure was nearly overwhelming. Each lap he pushed his tongue harder and deeper inside, slowly gaining entry into my rump like a burrowing mole. Finally, with one long hard push, his tongue delved inside me all the way possible. His tongues' velvety length felt like it was doing acrobatic tricks inside of me as I literally lifted myself off the floor, since I was pulling on the chains so hard. I cry out in intense pleasure; my body shaking as I came harder than I ever had before, shooting all over the floor before me. After a few moments, my body just collapsed from exhaustion as I hung limply from my bonds.

Walking back into the room, Professor Jones carried with him a cardboard box like one would have for moving or shipping; big, brown, and nondescript-looking.

"I think that he's had enough of that, Frost." The canid declares, demonic grin spread across his face like an upside-down rainbow of kink.

Frost pulled his tongue out of my rump with a teasing wiggle, "Mmmmm! He's already been yiffed today--I could taste it!" The fennec giggles with an obscene slurp of buttjuice and smiles with a blush.

"Oh, pet?" Jones reached out and groped my ass as if to prove it for himself, "Have you been letting the school boys take you up the rump cutie?" The teacher asks, licking his lips and giving an electric wagging flurry of a tail which betrayed his carnal domineering excitement.

I whined, softly blushing as my ears folded flat to my head. There wasn't anything I could say in my defense; the proof spoke for itself.

Professor Jones reached back and swatted my ass hard enough to make it sting, making me squeak out in surprise at the sudden harshness of the blow. "Well have you?"

I nodded, remembering where I was and who I was dealing with, "Yes I have. . .Sir."

Suddenly, I felt a paw grip my sheath. As I look down, I saw Frost as he licked his lips and asked the professor/master, "May I clean up after him master?"

"Of course my slut puppy, Of course. But clean up the floor first: I think we may need to get him back to school sooner than I'd like, but I'm sure he will be visiting more in the future." A promise like that made me realize that what they were about to do to me would be very good; perhaps bordering on sexual addiction and the true stirrings of need.

I watch as Frost got down on all fours and licked up every drop of my cooling seed he could find while Professor Jones took out a rather impressively-sized dragon dildo with two tubes leading from the base. One of the tubes lead to a hand pump, making it very clearly inflatable. The other lead to a gigantic clear plastic syringe nearly the size of a two liter bottle: a gallon enema.

Reaching down and running two fingers through the cum on the floor, then using one paw to stroke the toy with lube in a sort of size queen handjob. He smiles at me before stepping behind and sliding the dildo slowly into my ass like a wide-tipped torpedo. Moaning, as it slowly stretched my hole around the head, before it popped inside with one sudden thrust of squishy silicone. The thinner shaft slides into me before I felt a flared base settle against my ass.

Taking the hand pump in paw, Mr. Jones squeezed it a few times; causing the toy to inflate near the base inside of me, stretching my insides in all directions like my intestines were a giant balloon. "I don't want you to go and leak anything now, would I? Not after how much trouble you went through to keep the cum already inside you up there."

He Reaches up and released my paws, squatting down to show off nice muscular thighs as he releases my feet from the four-point bindings next. I rubbed my wrists a slight bit, when suddenly Mr. Jones grabs my paws again and pulled them behind me; cuffing them together in pink handcuffs. I was then gripped by the collar and lead into another room, shoved back onto a beanbag chair. Frost was not two steps behind us, skipping along happily with a demented smile hinting at the awaiting fun he'd have with us.

"Well, my pet. I think you've been very good this week, and I do wish to help out our poor frat pledge here. So, Put this on yourself and ride his cock like we both know you have been dying to. " The collie chuckles, handing the rubber over with a knowing wink.

Frost giggled with glee as he quickly snatched the condom up from Mr. Jones's hand. He tore it open and quickly slid it down his own length, dropping down to crawl over to me and straddle my lap, his paw reaching back to guide my still hard cock to his hole. I felt myself touch his entrance and then slowly slide inside him, my own cum still covering my cock now conveniently being used for lube. We both moan out lustfully as he sank down the length of my cock. His passage was warm and surprisingly tight around my cock and I felt him slide down till he pumped into my already well-formed knot. He took a deep breath and pushed down hard like a slutty banging hammer of ass as I felt him stretch until it finally popped inside of him, to which I watched him shudder in pleasure as he was already filling his condom with pre.

Taking out a large Tupperware container filled with white milky fluid, "Your Pledge master set you up kid, they even helped out with a few things. Your entire frat helped donate cum to the cause. You'll enjoy it though--I'm sure of it."

He opened the lid of the container and pulled out the plunger of the enormous syringe. He began to pour the massive amounts of fluid into the syringe like viscous yogurt. I watched out of the corner of my eye as the thick sticky fluid oozed into the syringe, slowly filling it inch by inch. All the while, Frost started to pull himself off my knot, pulling up till just my tip was in him, then pushed back down groaning. He started off slowly as he too, was watching his master go about his work. From the jealous look on Frost's face, he clearly wished he was getting the treatment I was going to receive. Mr. Jones, now finished pouring the cum into its new container, placed the plunger back on it and secured it tightly.

"Wow! Almost all the way full. Damn near half a gallon in this thing." Mr. Jones then Glanced at Frost's lust-filled face with a casual smile.

"Oh you want some too, don't you? You got this treatment last year, remember? Your payment for me helping Alpha Omega out each year. It's not like I let you go even twelve hours without pumping you full of my seed. . . Fine. . . here." He placed the cum-glazed bowl into Frost's paws to lick, but all that was left was a thin-layered coating on all the sides with congealing male stickiness.

Beginning to pick up his pace as Frost got excited at the bowl, he reached down to his lap, picking it up and bringing it to his muzzle where he began to lap up every drop inside. His head was tossed back as some of it dripped over his face and down his chest like pudding. His other paw wrapped around his own cock as he masturbated, shoving himself up and down my cock's length with such speed. Then Mr. Jones decided this was a good time to fill me up, and started to depress the plunger, shooting copious amounts of cum deep into my bowels like a giant oily fart. The sensation of my knot forcing its way in and out of his tight passage and the cum now being pumped into me in such mass had me moaning like a bitch in heat.

Gripping my muzzle and turning it to face his dripping cock, Mr. Jones forcefed me his ample dick. Its length was already slippery with pre and it tasted a deliriously delightful tang of dog musk. He quickly forced his way down my throat, my nose buried in the shaggy fur of his crotch. He began to thrust in and out of my muzzle and throat, gripping, my muzzle closed around his cock. I tried to suck at him as best I could, though clearly he meant to pleasure himself with my muzzle regardless of my thoughts on the subject. The sensation of being so totally and completely used for the pleasure of another was unforgettably exciting and made me want it all the more. I gagged a few times on his length, but I quickly got that under control as I took his length like a pro.

Frost's pace of his ride was clearly getting shorter and faster as he was simply knot-fucking himself by inches as hard and as rough as he could do to himself as he tossed the bowl aside, his muzzle full of cum he clearly savored. I groaned and went stiff as the act of forcing himself down one last time caused him to cum into his condom quickly; filling it to such impressive amounts, size considered. His insides tightened down on my cock, pulsing with such tight warm force that it felt like a wet hug. It was more like someone massaging my length with a silk glove of sloppiness. I, too, came, crying out as best I could around a throat full of cock as I shot cum into my fennec rider.

Moments later, Mr. Jones pulled out of my muzzle, wrapping a paw around his cock and jerking it hard and fast at my face. "Open, And Don't Swallow!"

He quickly came, shooting hot thick cum into and across my muzzle before sticking the head back into my mouth where I nursed the last few drops from his cock. He pulled out and used his receding shaft to rub his cum into my matted fur like a brush. I groaned as Frost pulled himself off my knot with a nearly audible pop, a trickle of my seed running out of his pretty ass. He leaned down and kissed me deeply again, his tongue delving into my muzzle and through the pool of cum his master had put in there as he forced some of the seed he had gathered from the bowl into my muzzle, as well, before breaking the kiss and smiling at me.

"Master always says I need to share more, so I did." Frost giggled and skittered off to somewhere out of the room.

"Well then. I need to untangle you, it seems and get you back home. . . Oh wait, half of the cum still needs a home it seems. Let's fix that." He took the plunger in hand again and pushed it down, causing me to moan.

I felt my insides strain to contain the cum as it forced its way inside me, making me squirm in my cuffs. It just kept coming though, and after a full minute of the torrent of semen from that giant syringe, I felt bloated and my tummy looked like I had put on a pound or two. It was noticeable as well, which both shocked and aroused me.

I groaned again as Mr. Jones helped me up and removed the tube to the dildo and secured the holes with valve plugs to stop the loss of any air from the knot or fluid from my insides. He left me in cuffs and the collar, then pulled out a cheap adult store French maid outfit and slid it on me. He somehow managed to get it on me without uncuffing me, which was a feat unto itself. He then stuffed a pair of his boxers in one of its pockets. In the other pocket I saw him walk behind me to a camcorder he had set up in the corner to take a DVD out from it. I blushed a bright red at that sight: he had been recording the whole thing! He wrote "Biggest slut on campus." On the DVD, and stuck it in a paper sleeve, popping it in the outfit's other pocket, as well as the key to my cuffs. Finally, he secured a muzzle on me as frost came back with some cleaning supplies and started to clean up after our play time. He handed Mr. Jones his used condom to tie around a D-ring on the collar so that it hung around my neck like a pet's name tag. With that he led me ever humiliated and shaking into his garage, where he loaded me into his suv and started heading back to campus. I prayed no one would see me like this on the drive, and was happy his windows where very tinted indeed! With air-conditioning going full force in the car, my cock, balls, and pantiless ass had taken on a sudden chill thanks to the exposing short hem of the maid dress.

Upon arriving at the frat house, he pulled up to the front door and told me to get out. I looked mortified having to walk the thirty feet from the curb to the door. It might as well have been a mile as I did not want anyone to see me like that and he knew it.

"Go on, or you can do it in the spreader-bar as well."

I whimpered and got out the SUV and quickly tried to scurry to the door. I was there in a flash, but sadly I had to spin around and try to grip the door with my paws cuffed behind my back. It took me a minute, but I pulled it off. I sighed in relief as I got inside without anyone seeing me, looking around to see everyone was already going over their scavenger hunt lists. I was terrified that I was late.

The white lion, our pledge leader, spoke up. "Well you made it just in time, though it looks like you had an adventure. Let's see how the late comers' team did."

Ryan stepped over to me. He looked about as good as I did. He was coated in cum, some of it dry, some of it still wet. He looked like he went through a bukakke car wash or something. He held a bag containing a great many things. He started taking them out and showing the frat: scraps of papers with what looked like phone numbers, a DVD, and a Polaroid of him blowing a rather large cock through a whole in a wall.

The lion looked over them all and then at me, "Do you have the rest of your list?"

I nodded and whimper, leaning over to Ryan to push my muzzle against him. He got the idea and removed the muzzle, much to my joy. I open my mouth to show the cum that quickly spilled out and down the front of my maid outfit.

"Go ahead and swallow that--you're making a mess." Andrew the pledge master said with annoyance.

I quickly swallowed and licked my lips, "Thank you. Can you uncuff me please? It's in my right pocket."

Andrew raised a brow and reached into the pocket and pulled out both the DVD and key. He looked over the DVD and chucked, tossing it to a frat member as he uncuffed me.

"Hey toss that in the DVD player. If the biggest slut on campus has a DVD, we need to know who they are and see if they want to join up. I mean, we can always use another cock warmer, right?"

My ears folded back in shame as they popped the DVD in and the picture of me showed up.

"Well, looks like they're already in the frat. Means we know how to pic 'em. Told you to get his underwear, but I guess you just had to get some extra cock, too. If we knew you would let just anyone up in you, you should have told us."

Everyone got a good laugh at that, aside from myself and most of the pledges.

"If you're that into cock, we best not make you wait for this any more than we already have."

He reached up and grabbed the condom from my collar, pulling it off and then grabbing my muzzle and pouring its contents into my mouth. I loved the taste, but not the commentary. I did something I never thought I would do in a million years: I threw myself forward as he started to say something and kissed him. He was too shocked to react at my sudden kiss to stop me, but I forced the cum in my muzzle into his. He pushed me back as I ended up spraying the last bit across his face. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"That's what you get for being an asshole, you get alot of cum." I turned and stomped off.

Everyone was in shock as they stared in silence, Andrew grabbing my wrist and spun me around to face him. Then, he did something I did not expect at all: He swallowed and started laughing. Then everyone did.

"Wow pledge, I didn't know ya had it in you. Fuck, you got the whole list and had the balls to stand up to MY pompous ass! Double points for your team. Fuck man, you may be a sub, but you got balls on ya. Hey Brian, take over the rest of the game; I need to go clean up." With that, Andrew heads upstairs, chuckling.

I realized then, that these guys were just out for a good time and pushing boundaries. and they were not mean at all.

I was glad I joined.