The arctic fox stands in front of the red dorm room door. There’s obvious sounds of a party behind the door, though just to be sure, he checks the number on his phone. 35. Yup, that checks out. So, with the confirmation that he’s at the right place, he rings the doorbell and waits for it to be opened.

The door opens, and reveals a tall wolf boy standing in the doorway. He smiles when he looks down upon Shasta, a strange glint in his eyes – almost hungry. He warmly invites the arctic fox insides, closing the door behind him and guiding him towards the living room. There, a group of partygoers is sitting on the couch, all carrying a cup filled with various beverages, chatting loudly.

Shasta recognizes most of them as his new classmates, and one of them scooches over to make place for the arctic fox to sit in the middle. The fox smiles warmly at the invitation and immediately sits down, grabbing a cup of soda along the way.

“Glad you could make it!” the classmate who made place says. The tabby introduces Shasta to the more unfamiliar faces, each and every one being either a friend of his or of the wolf boy, who owns the apartment.

“Thank you,” Shasta says, “I couldn’t turn down the invite. It’s always good to socialize.”

The cat smiles, before pointing at the wolf boy. “That’s Jett, he’s a sophomore. He’s been so kind as to let us use his house for this freshman party.”

Jett calmly waves once he hears his name, whilst turning the music down slightly and placing a bowl of various snacks on the center of the table and sitting down on the carpet.

“So, guys. You’re all freshmen. Have you gotten to know each other properly yet?” the wolf asks with a grin. That same glint in his eyes that was there when Shasta rang the door bell flashes for a quick second, thought it can also be read as… mischief?

The group silently looks at each other at the question, before the cat speaks up.

“Yeah, by name.”

Jett chuckles.

“That’s not a proper way to get to know each other, is it now?” he says. “I know something that might get you all more comfortable with each other. Or… familiar, rather.”

Shasta raises an eyebrow. Odd choice of words, but the fox chooses to ignore it.

“How about a game of truth or dare?” The wolf suggests.

The group doesn’t audibly groan out of politeness, the wolf is the host after all, and doing so would be rude. But there’s definitely an unspoken lack of excitement at the idea of playing truth or dare. Jett reads the situation though, almost as if he knew that was going to happen.

“Now, now. I can practically taste the enthusiasm,” Jett says with a sarcastic smile. “But I mean [i]proper[/i] truth or dare.” As he says that, the wolf pulls out a pocket watch from his jacket and lets it hang just above the table.

An awkward, somewhat uneasy silence falls across the room as the party music continues to softly play in the background. Jett remains steadfast, keeping the pendulum silent with his confident grin. After a few seconds of doubt, Shasta speaks up.

“So… you’re going to hypnotize us to make sure we actually execute our dares..?” he says.

“And actually tell the truth instead of a half baked lie, yes.” The wolf replies with a smirk.

Shasta considers his options for a second, but comes to the conclusion that it might actually be fun to play truth or dare when everyone actually plays it the way they’re supposed to – even if with a little outside help.

“Sure, I’ll do it.” Shasta says.

“If he’s in, I’m in.” the cat follows up.

It doesn’t take long for all partygoers to be convinced to let the wolf put them under in order for the game to be more entertaining.

Jett smiles as he starts to swing the pendulum in front of the group. “Alright. I want you all to pay very close attention to the swinging now.” He begins. Shasta eagerly and excitedly follows the sway of the watch, shimmering in the multi-colored party lights in the room.

“As it swings, you’ll all start to feel the gentle tug into a more obedient and truthful state.” The wolf continues, and as he says so, Shasta undeniably feels his mind being tugged and pulled and guided back and forth with every swing actually feeling like a physically manifested tug in either direction.

“More and more of that embarrassment fades. As we play truth or dare, you’ll notice that you’ll instinctively tell the truth, or automatically obey the dare otherwise; except if it’s a threat to your safety or well-being.” The wolf adds. That little addendum at the end, about safety, is all Shasta needs to properly let go to the hypnotic influence.

Their mind suddenly feels like it’s plummeting, snagged deeply down into trance at the final swing of the pendulum, accompanied by a sharp snap of the fingers. And he’s not alone, all other party-goers have a glassy, slack-jawed look on their faces – all utterly influenced by the wolf’s hypnotic pendulum.

“Good. Good subjects. Now, let’s start, shall we?” the wolf says as he looks around the group, before pointing at a labrador on the couch to the left. 

“You, truth or dare?” the wolf asks.

The labrador monotonely manages to mutter “truth…” whilst looking at Jett.

“hmm… what’s the last time you jacked off?” Jett asks.

Normally, a question like that would be met with a certain unease or nervosity. But, despite Shasta consciously recognizing this anticipated usual response, they are wholly unsurprised when the labrador answers fully honestly. Or at least, he assumes so, given the speed at which the labrador replies.

“Yesterday.” The dog says.

“Damn, alright!” Jett says. “Your turn.”

For a second, the dog seems to be thinking, before pointing at the black cat next to Shasta. “Truth or… dare..?”

The cat replies immediately with ‘truth’.

“What’s your… biggest… kink..?” the lab asks.

Without a second of hesitation, the cat replies “Bondage.” There’s no hint of shame or uncertainty detected on the face of the cat, and the turn is passed onto them. They immediately point towards Shasta, and ask truth or dare.

“Dare.” Shasta replies.

He doesn’t know why he went for dare, being the first one who’s meant to be given an order which he would be compelled to obey, but he did. Maybe it was curiosity about how it felt to mindlessly obey, maybe it was an inherent urge to be used. But he said dare, and the cat happily obliged.

“Strip down.” The cat says.

Shasta’s heart starts beating faster. Stripping naked, so suddenly, in front of all these strangers is quite the step – something he’s not used to doing. It would completely expose him to all of his new classmates and total-

The fox’s chain of thought is interrupted by the realization that he’s already removed his purple hoodie and his paws are already working on removing his pants. The buttons come undone easily, and withing seconds his pants have joined the hoodie on the floor. His shirt is quick to follow, leaving the fox standing in just his underwear – but that, too, is quick to be taken off and thrown onto the pile.

Naked and exposed the fox sits down on the couch again, his cock already peeking out of the base of his sheath. Despite being deeply mindless and hypnotized, the fox can’t help but feel incredibly seen – and aroused.

The game follows a few more rounds, with mostly truths being thrown around, but also a few dares here and there – with most of them leading to either the caller stripping naked or being made to do something other inappropriate.

However, things escalate when Shasta is picked again – this time by Jett - and he again goes for a dare rather than a truth.

Jett smirks as he wiggles his finger in the air. “Get on all fours and present your ass.” The wolf says, and almost immediately Shasta’s body gets into action. The arctic fox eagerly bends over, presenting his ass in the air, and gets into a more comfortable position on all fours as Jett walks up behind the fox.

He uses his paws to spread Shasta’s ass cheeks a bit, before slidling his erect cock inside, using his other paw to stroke Shasta’s own member. The fox whimpers and moans from the sudden guided pleasure, feeling the simultaneous rhythm of the wolf’s thrusting and stroking.

Jett continues to hump and fuck the arctic fox from behind, using his one paw for balance and the other to jerk Shasta off whilst keeping up the pace with his humps. The wolf’s breathing picks up in intensity and loudness, soon replaced by grunts as the humping gets stronger, faster, and more jittery. The wolf’s paw around Shasta’s cock tenses up as he suddenly feels a warm feeling spread throughout his insides, accompanied by a loud moan from the wolf.

He leans forward a bit, using Shasta’s back as a balance, and finishes the job by continuing to stroke at a heavenly pace until the fox, too, feels his cock build and build with pleasure until he is made to orgasm too.

Jett pants and pats Shasta on his shoulder as he pulls out again, and faces the group. Rather than continuing the game where it left off, the shark now has new plans for ways to make sure that the group properly bonds together.

“Who’s next?”

