# Ultimate Fraternity Pledge Final Elimination Death Match and Induction Ceremony, Special Edition Author: snackattack Tags: Brock Pearson, Bukkake, Claire wheeler, College, Cum dump, Foot Worship, Force feeding, Humiliation, Hyper, M/F, M/M, M/M/M, Monsters University, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Public, Spooge, Weight Gain, fanfic, fraternity, vomit, vore After seeing Monster's University I felt a burning need to see some naughty Brock pornographies. Unfortunately naughty Brock pornographies are not as abundant as I'd first hoped. So I wrote this! You're welcome. Ultimate Fraternity Pledge Final Elimination Death Match and Induction Ceremony, Special Edition by Snack Attack Author's note: the main character in this story is not a gryphon but is 'gryphon like', thus I refer to his species as 'griff'.  I highly recommend you watch Monster's University before reading this fiction.  Though I'm sure you have, you got one look at Brock and you immediately rule 34'd that shit.  Why else would you be reading this atrocity?  Seriously, I only wrote this because I couldn't find anything to satisfy my need for hot Brock love with a side of sexy.  Low hanging fruit, people.  Pick it while it's ripe.  All characters are Copyright Disney Pixar (except Biff Vandergriff, Derek Williams, Perry Carlton and Matthew Barry who I just made up) * * * "Hello and Welcome," droned a bored looking gray monster with a clipboard "to the final day of rush week..." "RUSH WEEK!  YEAAAAHHHHH!" Shouted her top heavy, purple feathered counterpart as he gripped the mic. "Okay, Relax Brock." she said grabbing it back. "As you know, I am Claire Wheeler, president of the Greek Council and this is your VP, Brock Pearson." "You all know why you are here."  Said Brock, taking command of the mic again. "Rush week is over and all you freshmons are still here because you've committed  yourselves completely to the coming challenge.  That's right, its  time to pledge!!!!"  He gave them a sadistic grin and licked his beak as he continued.  "Over the coming weeks, each and every one of you will be tested for your quality of scare-acter, your endurance, and your ability to endure conditions of extreme duress.  And in the process you will forge the bonds of brotherhood-" "And sisterhood," added Mindy "That form the back bone of each and every fraternity - and sorority - in the GC.  You will need trust and loyalty to get through this trial because you will be asked to entrust your brothers with your very LIFE.  So If you have any doubts about pushing yourself all the way, leave.  Right now."  Brock's gaze zipped around the quad meeting the eyes of all the fresh recruits before continuing. "Are you still with me?  Good.  Because Pledging is AWESOME!  You are going to do things you never thought you'd do.  Things your grandchildren will tell stories about, and things you will never repeat to a living soul."  Brock looked significantly at Clair, that devilish expression returning.  "But you'll have to tough it out if you want to find out what I'm talking about.  But enough talk.  You'll have plenty of time to show us what you're madeof.Go ahead and enjoy your last night of freedom kids...while you can."  "And don't forget to pick up your trash," added Clair as the crowd began to break up.  "Someone's got to clean that up you know." Brock and Clair weaved their way through the cul-de-sac featuring MU's stately fraternity houses, waving at friends and managing to avoid getting dragged into any after parties. "Well that's finally over."  Said Clair, "Let's get something to eat." "Hey I thought it was fun."  Said Brock. "Did you see those freshmon?  They were practically pissing themselves!" "Yeah but after a week of boring speeches on the same stage, I'm ready for some ACTION!"  Clair said, her eyes suddenly brightening. "I knew it!  You love this.  Don't roll your eyes at me, I can see you grinning. Claire's grin widened looking positively blood curdling. "I'm a HSS girl, what do you expect?  Pain is our hobby. And we're gonna make them wish they'd never been born."  She bared her teeth, a look of excitement replacing her earlier boredom. "That's the spirit, girl!" The two of them wended their way to the dining center as they discussed all their devious plans for the latest wave of pledges. "Oh, and Brock.  Next time you're definitely getting your own mic." "...This is AWESOME!"  Yelled the purple griff, several weeks later  "Going around to all the houses and supervising their 'exercises' is a dream come true."  Once again the two of them were sitting in the dining center, and Brock was pounding on the table to punctuate his exclamations, which he did every other sentence or so.  "JOK makes the pledges into LIVING FURNITURE; foot rests, recliners, you name it!  I saved up for a week just so I could use their 'toilet'.  And Omega Howl...really made the pledges HOWL this year.  We're talking paddles, ball stretchers, the WORKS!  I think they've got it down to a science.  Brock's huge chest heaved as his enthusiastic assessment exploded forth in an unending torrent.  He was practically frothing at the mouth. "I love seeing all those fresh meat... I mean freshmons squirm!  It gets better EVERY YEAR and today I'm going to my very favorite event.  Omega ROR's final elimination death match and induction ceremony.  This is gonna be great, Clair...No!  It's going to be AWESOME!" "Calm down there, screamosabe," Said Claire, "We don't want to send you to the health center again." "I'm just so EXCITED..." "You're gonna burst a vessel.  And I'll have to clean up the mess."  She sighed. "Wish I could be as excited as you are about my job." "Aww, stop pouting, you love being President," Replied Brock. "Yeah, I do, but all the paperwork...  I haven't had any time to visit the other houses." "You're always welcome to come along with me, Claire..." "No, when people see me at their bash, they get all stiff.  They like you.  You're...PEPPY.  I'll never know what it's like, unless you've got a magic transformation machine in your bedroom." Brock felt bad for Clair, but she was right.  There was nothing he could do to make her into the crazy party animal he was.  Unless.... The wheels in his head began to turn, ever so slowly, and a few minutes later he interrupted whatever Claire had been saying by slamming his fist on the table and announcing: "Claire!  I have an idea!" "Huh?  About my black history paper or the one for advanced goology?  You Because as you can see I'm already an expert on the color black..." "No!  I'm talking about how you can be part of today's event at ROR. I may not have a fancy machine but I have the next best thing." Up in Brock's bedroom, the purple griff was excitedly gesturing to the skeptical president of the GC. "You want me to what?" Claire asked, looking like Brock had just swallowed a bug and didn't offer to share. "Take off all your clothes." He said, his beak and eyes wide open in excitement.  "I knew it!  This is just another scheme for you to get a glimpse at my irresistible body."  She said, slouching and looking down at her curveless frame. "I know how it sounds.  But trust me.  This is going to work." She sighed. And began to unbutton her MU jacket. "Okaaayyyy.  But you better not try an- hey!  Why are you licking me?" "Just getting a preview.  I'm not trying anything.  I swear."  He added, grabbing her arm when she turned to leave.  It took some doing but finally he managed to calm her down and she resumed disrobing. "The choker too." "Damnit, Brock.  I wish you would just tell me what you were planning," she said removing the black neck garment, "There, I'm naked are you happy?"  Brock smiled looking her up and down and licking his beak.  "I KNEW that was your real fur.  Everyone kept saying it's a skirt, it's a skirt but nooo, I know..."  "Brock.  BROCK!!!  Follow the sound of my voice back to the land of the living.  The plan.  Remember? "Oh, yeah.  The plan.  Lay down on the bed."  He fixed her with a stern glare when she hesitated and in a booming voice yelled out "Do it!"  She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the fact that she was trembling as she walked over to his big plush bed and sat down.  Her naked body was smooth and wiry except for the dark soft fur which started covered her chest and grew out like a Christmas tree to cover her hips and most of her tail.  Her flat webbed feet hung down over the edge of the bed and Brock began to salivate in anticipation.  "Gooooood girl, that's the way.  Now just lay back and let old Brock take care of the rest." Brock grinned sadistically and dropped to the floor.  He combat crawled toward her like he was going to do a scare.  Clair raised her head and cocked two eyebrows when he dropped out of sight. "What are you- ohhhhhhh!"  Claire moaned out as Brock's hot mouth engulfed her feet, lavishing their flat bottoms with his hard tongue.  She tensed as he began to nibble on the tips of her delicate toes one by one. "Juff wewaff itf all fart of my flam." "What?" "I FED..."  Brock paused to spit out her feet and continued, "I said, it's all part of my plan.  I just need to know one thing.  Do you trust me?" He looked into her eyes for the trust he knew would find there, and she looked back.  They held that gaze for what seemed an eternity before she quietly replied. "I trust you" "That's all I needed to hear." He said in a surprisingly tender voice.  Then he have her a kiss on the cheek and re inserted her feet into his gullet.  Once again she began to moan at the feel of his eager tongue dancing across her feet.  He was moaning as well, enjoying their sharp taste but there was no time to revel in the moment.  He was due at the ROR house in less than half an hour.  Using all the skills he had learned in his years at college he expanded his throat, suppressed his gag reflex and began to swallow. "What the...Oh!  Ooh!"  She said as her feet were pulled suddenly deeper into his hot wet tunnel.  He swallowed again and this time she was taken in up to the knees.  She squirmed in delight, her pussy and face growing hot as they filled with blood. "Oh my god, Brock!  I never knew you had such a monstrous appetite!"  Being swallowed by another was one of the most intimate things two monsters could do.  Never had she dreamed she would be doing this with Brock!  Had she really wanted this?  She had to admit some part of her did.  But it was all happening so fast..."  All thoughts were washed from her mind as Brock took another powerful gulp, his throat distending and pulling her waist deep into his mouth.  Brock's body ran hotter than hers and the sudden heat and pressure pushing up against her made her pussy gush, dripping her juices down onto his tongue, coating his mouth with its salty taste.  His senses were going wild.  Her furry body was wet with saliva and pussy juice and the smell of her fear and excitement ignited his predatory instincts.  It was all he could do not to reach into his pants and beat off then and there.  Then he remembered he didn't wear any pants.  His erection was in fact bobbing in the open air, begging for a hand.  But he knew better than to waste it now.  He would be needing all that pent up energy very soon.  Claire had no such inhibitions and began jacking off furiously as Brock's powerful throat pulled her in up to the chest, the neck and finally the top of her head. With one final gulp she slid down his throat and into his belly, landing in his warm and surprisingly clean stomach.  Brock sat back in the afterglow of his meal and massaged his belly.  After a second he shook the stupid grin off his face and looked down. "You okay in there, Claire?" "I like the color scheme.  Send down a few pillows and I might move in."  Called an echoey voice from his belly. "I'll take that as a yes." Brock said, wiping mascara from his beak.  "Now that you're settled it's time to enter phase two of my master plan.  Smuggle you into the ROR house."  "Seriously though, I can't see a thing.  I wonder if I could write about this in my black studies paper." "Welcome pledges!  For your final trial we have a very special guest.  He's the most popular, hardest partying, most scarifying brute in the whole Greek Council.  Please welcome our very own Brock Pearson!" The senior members and their guests clapped, and the pledges' eyes widened as Brock made his big entrance into the illustrious living room of the ROR house.  Though ridiculously friendly, the huge chested griff cast an imposing figure in any room smaller than a stadium and even those who were hanging over the banisters on the second floor walkway felt it.  The poor pledges all wondered just what new form of humiliation they would have to face from this beast. "Brock here has a special talent, don't you brother?"  said the President of ROR. "That's right, Johnny, I sure do.  It's my mouth." "Hoho, and he's not talking about his roar.  No, this monster has a mouth and throat that can make most any monster come in under a minute.  And he'll be using it on you!"   His piercing gaze locked with each and every one of the shocked pledges as he jabbed his pointed claw their way.  The other monsters in the house began to chuckle but Worthington's face remained dead serious. "You've all done very well to get this far but I'm afraid there's only a limited number of beds in this house so that means most of you are packing tonight.  The 10 of you that can hold out the longest againt Hurricane Brock without cumming will be joining our ranks.  As for the rest of you, well I hear Oozma Kappa has a few openings you can fill."  At this he fist bumped one of the snickering senior members.  "That is, if Brock here doesn't decide to make a snack of you first."   There were many excited sounds of assent at this last statement, and more than a few of the senior members had to shift in their seats to accommodate their growing erections. The pledges, being forced to wait on their hands and claws, had no such luxury and the evidence of their growing excitement hung between many of their legs (or tentacles, or whatever else they had).  Worthington pulled out a pocket watch from his ROR jacket and chuckled to his reflection as his foreclaw traced it's silver filigree.  "Well, shall we get started then?"  He held up his clipboard. "Alexander.  Front and center!"  He barked, and a scrawny looking pledge snapped to attention running to the front of the room.  He looked like a purple crab and his six knees -and cock- trembled as the gargantuan smiling Brock sauntered over.  Brock got down on his claws and toes like a sprinter as he prepared to devour the poor monster's meat. "You can do it, little bro!" Yelled another crab in the audience. "Get ready....get set...go!" yelled Worthington. Suddenly, the monster's crabby cock was engulfed in the blazing hot inferno of Brock's mouth.  Despite the vicious looking beak, Brock's expert treatment felt like hot silk on Mr. Alexander's swollen member.  Almost before it even began, it was over, and the monster was spurting his salty load down Brock's gullet. "Ew! God!"  Claire squealed, as the side of her head was splattered with cum. No one heard her over all the cheers, and the grunting coming from the bucking pair of monsters on the floor.  She'd been listening intently silently cheering Brock on but had never fully realized the implications of where she was and what he was doing until that moment.  She put her hand to her face and it came away wet.... "Gross!" She thought..."Just what have I gotten myself into?" "30 seconds.  That was a sorry performance Alexander.  Did you even try?"  Worthington shook his head and then called the next pledge up.  "Barry!" This was a larger monster, with rubbery brown skin and one huge menacing eye.  His cock was equally large, jutting out from his body like a steel beam, and it too looked like it was ready for a fight.  Brock got into position eye to eye with the monster's monster. "Okay.  On your mark...get set....go!" Brock took a dive onto the monster's sword and that stoney look of determination instantly crumbled.  No one had ever been able to take his entire length in one go like that and he almost passed out from the sheer pleasure.  But he slapped himself with his meaty hand, pulling himself together to fortify his resolve.  Brock bobbed up and down like a feathered jackhammer, but with all his might Barry held on squeezing his eye shut so tight he saw stars.  Nevertheless, he was no match for Brock's relentless onslaught and, he too fell before the mighty beak, unleashing a torrent of pent up come he had been forced to store for the past weeks during pledge time.  Pledges caught masturbating were kicked out, just another sadistic rule made by the senior members of ROR. This time Clair's entire head was covered in white cream.  She called out in surprise as the warm gooey liquid doused her ...this was going to be hell to get out of her fur later, she thought, shifting her body so her head was out of the splatter zone. "One minute three seconds, Barry.  Not bad.  Alright, next up... Boggs." A small shifty looking lizard slithered his way up to the front of the room. On the mark, Brock pounced on the purple lizard's small pointy cock.  "Oh shit!"  yelled Boggs, scrambling backward in a vain attempt to get away from the powerful suction of the purple griff's beak.  However, he immediately came up against the wall of Brock's big feathered hand which had shot around to the base of his tail to cut off his route of escape.  "You're not gonna disappear out of this one."  Said Worthington, laughing at the squirming critter whose hips were being pressed forth forcibly against the larger monster's beak.  Boggs squirmed and bucked, feebly pushing at Brock's head and beak in a vain attempt to stop the assault but even he knew the inevitable truth.  He could feel his balls tightening as he cried out that he was going to come.  And he did, orgasming for a half minute at least while Brock continued to suck his scrawny shaft.  Brock pulled away with a pop, let out a hoot and licked his beak.  Brock was enjoying this too much, looking like a monster who had just made his first scare.  "Who's next?" Brock's enthusiasm was catching and several of the monsters who had comfortably seated were on their feet cheering and jeering for Brock and his next victim. "Uh oh guys.  Looks like Brock's getting pumped up.  That's right folks, he hasn't even started to show you what he can do.  It's going to be be a lot tougher for the rest of you!"  This clearly shook the pledges several of whom gulped audibly.  Meanwhile Claire gulped as well, licking the sticky goo from her fingers after wiping the lizard's load off her arms and chest.  This was getting old fast. "By the way, our little lizard friend here lasted a full two minutes.  That's very impressive, Boggs.  Guess size really doesn't matter." The lizard beamed proudly as he walked away, flashing his teeth at his fellow pledges as if to say 'beat that!'  "Carlton!  Get your fat ass up here!"  A portly pink monster with sweaty bare skin shuffled his way to the front and stopped, huffing slightly." "You better lay off of those midnight snacks, boy."  Said the lead monster. "We might have to roll you out of here."  Carlton looked down at the floor with all six eyes and held back tears as the other monsters in the room laughed.  But as Brock stepped up to the plate, what they saw growing from beneath the pink pad of belly fat that hid his genitals shut them all up.  Despite his humiliation the pink puffball was rapidly growing the largest erection the onlookers had ever seen.  No.  Make that the largest THREE erections the onlookers had ever seen. Even Brock took a step back and gaped for a second before he recovered, dropping into his starting position with a determined gleam in his eye.  Carlton shuffled nervously as he heard all the murmurs and rude comments from the peanut gallery.  Luckily, Worthington finally managed to remember that he had a watch in his hand and what it was for. "Ahem, okay guys.  Ready...Set...go!" Everyone leaned in to watch, amazed to see Brock not only take those three goliaths into his mouth but SWALLOW them.  Yet more gasps and murmurs of amazement were heard as Brock's throat bulged and extended to accommodate the three pink tube steaks which filled their field of vision.  "How is that possible?" "You can actually see the outline of the cocks against his throat!" "Is this guy part python or what?" "Do you mean Brock or Carlton?" "Both?  Either?" The brothers openly talked amongst themselves as Brock expertly worked the three gigantic penises in his throat.  And they were still growing!  By the time they were at full length, Claire could see the trio of cock heads peeking into the top of her cavernous hiding place.  During one particularly eager thrust on Carlton's part she'd almost got poked in the eye.  She dodged just in time, a cock slapped her on the face and she slapped it back with an angry swat. "What is this, a hydra?  Watch it!" The tubby pink monster surprised everyone by holding on for a whole three minutes.  By far the longest record anyone had set to date, and after dumping an ungodly amount of cum directly into Brock's stomach, he dragged himself away, his three spent cocks dragging behind him and leaving a sticky trail on the tile.  He was welcomed with cheers, back pats and a new found respect from the senior members, who made way to give him a seat in one of the plush chairs lining the room. "Well I don't think anyone will be beating that record."  Said Worthington after the cheers died down.  "I guess we judged you wrong Carlton.  I won't make that mistake again.  Are you okay Brock?" Brock, who was on his hands and knees gasping and coughing up globs of cum, just nodded and gave a thumbs up.  His belly was distended from all the spunk he'd swallowed and Claire was most assuredly treading those flippers of hers to stay afloat.  "Whew,"  Said Worthington shaking his head in disbelief at his feathered friend's resiliency, "Alright.  Next monster up to bat.  Gunderson." A shaggy red monster walked up to the front of the room and crossed his arms defiantly." "A legacy..."  Drawled Worthington.  "Your daddy won't help you here, pledge.  Let's see what you're made of." This went on through 30 more pledges without stop.  Some lasted just over a minute, some mere seconds, but one by one they all fell to Brock's skilled tongue.  By the time they got to the Ps, the top ten had been pretty solidly cemented.  Each monster who passed was now bound to knock one of the others from their perch and against this year's crop of contenders that turned out to be a tall order. "I'm sorry, Peterson."  The lead monster said, patting the scaly purple beast who had collapsed on the floor after dumping his load down Brock's throat.  "One minute oh-five would guarantee you placement any other year, but,"  He looked out over all of the pledges as he said this, "We've got an especially impressive group this year.  The best I've ever seen.  Must be something in the sewer water,"  he said, smiling and helping the large beast to his feet. Claire had come to a crisis point. Not long after weathering Carlton's torrential orgasm, the cum had quickly risen to take up all the remaining space in Brock's expanding belly, and soon enough it was up to her neck.  If this kept up she would surely drown, and as it inched higher she realized she had only one choice.  She had to swallow the cum.  As much and as quickly as possible to keep pace with the rising tide.  At the moment the limping Peterson was being helped out of the room, a monster under each arm, she was finishing off his load, stifling a burp and wiping her face as some of it trickled back down her chin.  Her stomach was so full it hurt, and had she the freedom to, she doubted she could have moved an inch. "It's down to the wire, everyone.  The last three pledges.  Who will stay and who will crawl away?" The grotesquely distended Brock jumped up and with his trademark level of enthusiasm. "Come on, who's gonna take on the beast with the beak?   You think you can handle this, make my day!"  He roared, veins popping from his neck as his challenge rang out across the halls. "Challenge accepted."  Said another horned griff, walking up to the front of the room. "Ah yes, Vandergriff.  Confident as ever I see.  We like that quality here at ROR.  We have a volunteer everyone.  Let's hope he can put his money shot where his mouth is.  Boys, you know what to do.  Brock cracked his knuckles and got down into the usual position while Vandergriff stood there smirking proudly with his fists on his hips, letting his third horn wave in the air before him.  The two griffs locked eyes, their competitive drives sparked, and when the President shouted 'go' Brock nearly tackled the younger griff to the ground.  Vandergriff kept his cool though, and managed to stay on his feet.  He just smiled serenely down at Brock, their eyes locked as Brock deep throated his huge ridged monstercock.  Though his eyes betrayed nothing, the trembling of his buttocks was plain for all to see.  It must have taken an amazing amount of self control to keep from losing it right then and there.  Several of Brock's earlier victims had curled up into a ball at the sheer intensity of the experience and had to be carried out crying for their mommies, but not Vandergriff.  This was his day.  He wasn't going to let this hot shot beat him no matter how... how... uh oh.  He could feel it coming.  It was too soon!  He began to panic as he stared into the eyes of his adversary.  That piercing gaze made it impossible for his mind to wander to less prurient subjects.  No.  He couldn't let himself be defeated so easily.  He gritted his beak.  He flexed his leg muscles digging in his claws and focused on surviving the moment.  As each second ticked by, he kept telling himself 'I can last one more second.  I can last one more second'.  But he was fighting a losing battle.  Finally, with the force of a hurricane Brock tore his orgasm from his loins and with a mind shattering howl, the young griff released his seed into the older Brock's gullet, down into the darkness to serve as yet another meal for the stuffed and bloated Claire.  But not before coating her face and chest with a copious helping of penis pudding. "Two oh five.  Good show Vandergriff, that puts you in the top 5."  I knew you could do it, said his big blue and pink spotted friend as he stood with the elites, those pledges that had started the semester at the top of the chomping order. "Now where were we?  Ah yes, Sullivan."  Roared the very excited Johnny Worthington.  "Well, that's me,"  Said the big blue monster, as cool as if he was going in for a fur trim.  "Don't wish me luck, I won't need it." The number of hopefuls dwindled as the last of them made their deposits to the Bank of Brock until there were only two left. "What do you say we make this a twofer, just for fun?"  Said Worthington, elbowing Brock in the ribs. Brock chuckled as he protected his sensitive sides with his elbows.   "Okay, sounds good." "Ward, Williams, You're up!  We're going for double trouble!"  The two monsters gave each other confused looks as they stood side by side at the front of the room, not sure exactly how this would go down. "A little closer guys," Said Brock, "Don't be afraid to touch cocks.  You know where they're going in a second." The two monsters bashfully obeyed, pressing themselves as close together as they could without mounting one another. "That's the way!" Said Worthington.  "That's what we call teamwork."  He laughed into the sleeve of his official ROR jacket before recovering and counted down. "Alright you two.  Good luck.  On your mark...Get set...Go!"  Brock quickly engulfed the two members in his maw, sucking and bobbing like he had just gotten his hands on the most delicious pair of sludgecicles he had ever tasted. The two monsters immediately tensed up, clenching their jaws as their guts dropped through their pelvic floor and into their feet.  The pressure to perform was immensely terrifying for both of them and they held each others' hands for support. "Oh god!  I canna' hold it any longer!"  Said Williams, his stalk like eyes twisting themselves in a knot. "Keep it together man!" Said the croc-like Ward, grabbing his mate by the shoulders and shaking him.  "You've got to keep going!"  Brock began to twirl his tongue around and between the two shafts, causing a shiver up both their spines.   He could taste the precum flowing out of Williams' member, and he began to slide his tongue along the other's furry balls to coax more of the same from him.  The braver monster gasped as Brock's tongue invaded his piss slit.  Since his pee hole was exceptionally wide, Brock actually managed to slide about half an inch of tongue in causing the violated monster to keen out in a steady wail of pleasure and dismay.  By this time all pretense of decorum had gone out the window and several monsters were openly beating off to the sight of the two pledges' plight.  Puddles of cum had collected in pools on the tile floor of the living room and the musky funk of all that spooge and man meat was heavy enough to knock down Godzilla if he were to come wandering in at that moment.  The two monsters held onto each other for dear life, forgetting their bashfulness as the griff continued to lay siege to their crotches.  He was taking them both to the brink and holding on to the other was the only thing keeping each of them from being swept away into oblivion.  Indeed, at the 2 minute mark, they both released simultaneously into the waiting monster's mouth while holding each other in a bone cracking embrace.  As their cocks popped free of his beak they continued to clutch the other close crying out things like "It's over, it's over!  It's finally over!"  and "I'll never come again, so long as I live, so help me!"  When they were finally pried apart, the two dazed monsters were shocked to hear that they had both passed with flying colors and even landed themselves in the top five.  Williams fainted at the news.  This knocked a cursing Vandergriff from his top spot, though he was still 'in'.  He looked on the two of them with hatred swearing he'd get his revenge some day soon.  Meanwhile, Brock Pearson was back on his feet, whooping and hollering with the rest of the crowd.  It wasn't every day he got to swallow his fill of cum, and from so many fresh untapped and innocent young monsters too.  He looked so bloated he might burst as the brothers all gathered around him to pat him, punch him in the arm or just touch his feathers in awe to make sure he was real.  He soaked up the attention like a sponge, and suddenly felt like he had the energy to suck a hundred more cocks. "Now now, everyone.  Let's calm down.  The ceremony isn't over yet.  We still have to announce the winners! Will the newest members of our house please come to the front?" All the winning pledges stood at the front of the room while friends, guests, and the remaining losers were all hurried out the door, never to witness the solemn swearing in ceremony of the ROR members. I would like to congratulate each and every one of you for your performance these past weeks.  You are all outstanding monsters and have proven your worthiness of the ROR name.  From this day forward you will stand with us not as juniors but as brothers.  And to make this moment official, we will seal this bond with one final symbolic gesture.  A gift of life.  Brock, will you do the honors?"  "As Vice President of the Greek Council, I hereby induct you into the hallowed ranks of R Omega R.  Now stand ready to receive your badges, which you will wear proudly for the rest of the day as a symbol of your induction into this honorable house." The large purple griff began to jack his ridged cock fiercely.  It had been standing at attention since his tongue had first touched skin and it took no time at all for him to reach his peak.  "Here it comes!"  he bellowed, spraying all ten of the new ROR brothers across the face and chest with his thick, smelly cum.  A blastwave of musk knocked everyone down as he doused the monsters in volley after volley of cum.  Several of them wiped the gunk from their eyes only to be slimed again with another wave of bird seed. Thanking everyone, and receiving even more enthusiastic thanks in return, the huge purple griff bowed out of the after party festivities and sloshed out the door to his own house.  Professor Knight passed him as he crossed campus and smiled as he noticed the purple griff's smeared and matted feathers, not to mention his obscenely huge gut. "Ah, another successful induction ceremony, I see.  You're just like your father, you know that, Pearson?" "Hehe, you know me, Professor.  Always happy to lend a helping hand...er...beak." He finally waddled into his room and collapsed onto his bed exhausted.  He was just about to pass out when he felt a rumbling in his tummy.  He had all but forgotten about Claire!   Quickly he sat up gripping his stomach and vomited, spewing forth a gush of cum to cover the floor of his room, along with a very soggy Claire.  "Ogh..."  He burped, wiping cum from his mouth.  "How did you like it?" Claire glared at him and bared her fangs, looking like a spider ready to strike.  She spoke slowly. "That was the most disgusting, depraved and unspeakable thing I have ever been a part of and I will never be able to wash it from my memory no matter how many sludge baths I take.  It was sticky.  It was smelly.  It was nasty. It was absolutely positively the most....wonderful thing you've ever done for me!" Clair said, suddenly pouncing the big Brock in a crushing hug.  "I can't believe you did that!  I can't believe I did that!  Do you know how much cum I had to eat to keep from drowning?  Do you know how long it will take to get this gunk out of my fur?  And that Carlton guy, jeez, I almost lost an eye!  You really do have a monstrous appetite, Brock!  I can't believe I did that!"  "Calm down there, screamosabe," Said Brock, "We don't want to send you to the health center again." "Oh shut up and kiss me."  The End. P.S. This story contains depictions of adult situations, vore, spooge, weight gain, vomit, public humiliation, force feeding, bukkake, foot worship, and lots of gay cock sucking. If these things tend to upset you, do not read this story! Source: https://sofurry.com/s/B1QR9Pve