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Goodness. This time with forced fem and some other stuff. Hope you dig it", "writing": "Rush Week: Part 1\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tBlake wondered what he was doing. The husky boy crouched himself into a space between two dense juniper bushes, looking up at an immaculate looking house seated right at the end of sorority row. The thing positively thrummed with energy. Most places like this on campus did. Perhaps a dozen or more girls crammed in seeking to break every confine their parents placed on them back when they were in high school. Not that Blake found that part unreliable. He kept his eyes focused on the lower windows, each blazing with light and occasionally filled with the silhouette of girls who had probably been drinking and were absolutely having a good time.\n\n\tPhi Phi Sigma. Hardly the most prestigious. Hardly the biggest partiers. But tonight the girls were rushing. That meant they would probably all be downstairs. Or most of them at least. Blake had to hope. Because the last thing he wanted was to get caught.\n\n\tThe unassuming husky drew on all his videogame-taught stealth knowledge. Watching the windows carefully. Waiting. Not moving forwards until the siloettes vanished. In that gap the husky boy somehow managed to pull himself up, into the security bushes along the window and over on to the lattace crawling its way up towards the second floor.\n\n\tThe flimsy wood held, if only just. Blake could feel his heart relax and then tense back up as he realized the last excuse to run was gone. He was committed. Pulling his way up to the second floor and climbing his way into one of the open windows near the mess of wood and vine.\n\n\tMoments later he found himself sprawled out on the floor a bedroom. Nobody started to scream, meaning he was still in the clear if nothing else. Not that he had much time to really think about it. Darting up on his knees, Blake lunged awkwardly towards a nearby dresser. The dresser drawers yanked open one after the other with only a moderate effort to keep the rummaging quiet.\n\n\t“Got em.” The canine fell back as he yanked the object free. His instructions had been clear enough. Kyle, the one running this whole rush nonsense, had even shown him a picture on his phone. How the young premed camel had gotten a picture of a girls panties from this sorority, let alone a picture of panties without the owner wearing them, confused the hell out of Blake. But if worse came to worse he could always throw the older student under the bus for this. Or at least that’s what he told himself.\n\n\tBlake stared at the panties. It was a vulgar thing to do. A strip of cloth with some kind of anime imagery the Husky didn’t recognize on them. Old and worn. Something insanely private. Something that should have made him feel ashamed to so much as look at , let alone be holding in his hands.\n\n\tOnly adrenaline and focus kept him from letting go of the object. This was victory. This was one more step into the Frat. One more step towards being a Beta Rho. Blake kept himself focused on that fact as he stuffed the object into his Jean Shorts. His ears twitching frantically as he worked to put the other scraps of cloth back into the drawer. Hoping like hell to avoid detection at least until he was out the window.\n\n\tThe window. Could he make it out of the window? The grey furred boy tensed as he started to wonder. Panic setting in.\n\n\t“Will you hurry up? They’re gonna start the Karioke soon!”\n\n\tThe words blasted from somewhere down the hall. A drunk shrill cry. Footsteps. Someone was close. Very close. Blake rushed to the window. He gazed out and grabbed at the trellises. The thin wooden boards that had barely held him up before creaked as he tried to get a good grip on them. His paw tensing and then faltering when the wood snapped under even a fraction of his weight. Closer to the center he was able to get his bearings and pull himself up. Getting down?\n\n\tThere was no time to figure it out. He instead ran his way over to the closet. Throwing the door open to a massive sea of random and sundry items shoved in. Enough to explain why it was nobody used it for clothing. It didn’t matter. He didn’t have time. Blake dove into the pile of accumulated crap and shifted his weight to avoid breaking too many of the items or making any real noise. He then pulled the doors shut behind him and did his best to lay still. Heart thudding. Body straining to keep his weight perfectly in place. He knew damn well that even a small shift might force the thin closet doors to break. If they did, he was done for.\n\n\tAgonizing minutes passed. The footsteps drawing ever closer. Pacing around the room growing more and les distant. He could almost see the mystery figure checking the scene of his crime. Looking over the drawer he hadn’t properly closed. The mess of panties he may have left out. The bed he’d messed while rushing into the closet. Every single possible thing that could have been done wrong stood out like a beacon in his mind. Filling the trapped canine with dread as he listened carefully and waited. Hoping against hope the footsteps would leave. When they did? He’d just have to drop down. Hang out of the window and hope the bushes would break his fall. Hope he’d be in some shape to run back and secure his victory for the night.\n\n\tMercifully, finally, the footsteps trailed off. Blake was careful to listen for them. Listened to hear someone walking out of the room and down the hall. Listened intently while trying like hell to quiet his own breathing. The urge to tense his muscles almost too much to take.\n\n\tHe gave it a few more moments. His body only barley shifting to grab hold of the prize now jammed in his pants, puling them out to take a look and assure themselves they were still in his possession. Only then did he dare to start pulling the door open. His fingers slipping in between the two as he started to push them aside gently. Mindful of the noise the shifting objects could make under his weight. Just ten feet. Maybe less. A quick dash, throwing himself over the sill, and he was scott free.\n\n\tHis relief was palpable. So palpable, in fact, that he barely even noticed the figure standing there as the doors slid open. He looked up, panties in hand, eyes going wide at the squat, chubby figure looming over him. The plastic and metal base of a cheap Halogen floor lamp thudded against his chin. Snapping his head to one side as his whole body slipped into limp semi consciousness\n\n--------------------\n\n\tGetting knocked out was as old a trope as media itself. Or at least, the media Blake knew of. It had never happened to him. Honestly he had always just taken it as one of those ‘things’ that happens. The reality was quite different.\n\n\tThe Husky boy could recall being whammed in the head. His body limp on the floor. He’d been aware, though. Fading in and out as a bevy of hands dragged his body down two sets of stairs and into a cool finished basement who’s floor was at least a little familiar. It was hard to think. Hard enough that such facts didn’t really matter to him. Nothing kicked in for a good while. Small snippets of being shoved into a chair. Having his cloths cut off while more hands held him down. Of the tape and scraps which had been his shirt used to tie him down to a computer chair and leave him struggling where he sat.\n\n\t“Fucking gawd.” The first voice warbled in a painful valley-girl whine, causing Blake to shake. “Are you alright Aggie?”\n\n\t“Y-yeah… I am ok-kay…” Came a second voice. Small shreds of resentment mixed in with the monotone affirmation.\n\n\tBlake lifted his eyes, already dreading what he’d see. Half the sorority was there at least. Maybe more. The three girls up front all ones he recognized to some degree.\n\n\tMaddie, the Valley girl sounding one, stood to one side. The white furred, bleach blonde snow fox eyed the bound up husky with utter contempt. She wrinkled her muzzle up in disgust at the sight of him and gave his shin a few firm prods with the tip of a high heeled shoe. “You have any reason we shouldn’t just call campus security on you, perv?” She barked. Sniffing the air with contempt when she saw Blake flinch\n\n\t“Oh like they’ll do more than give him a warning.” Another voice snapped. Blake looked over at the owner of said voice. A rather tall and toned equine girl with long dreads falling over one side of her face and flowing down her back. \n\n\t“Jackie’s right.” Maddie chimed in, now looking at the smaller girl in between the two. Blake had not dared look straight ahead until that moment. The voice and the name all but assuring him of what he’d see. The crawling nervous pit in his stomach only got worse. But he finally glanced forward to get a good look at the chubby hamster girl standing between the other two. Red hair that was somehow both stringy and frizzy puffed out around her head. Her body covered all the way to near the bottom of her skirt swam in an oversized Pokemon shirt. A shirt belonging to Blake’s best friend.\n\n\tTo Agnes’ boyfriend.\n\n\t“Oh, fuck.” Blake groaned. The severity of what he’d done just now starting to sink in. “Agnes, listen. I didn’t know. Ok? I wasn’t trying to-” A smack shut him up. Maddie growling and kicking at the chair he was tied to. Not nearly hard enough to knock him over. But enough to scare him silent.\n\n\t“Shut it, loser.” Maddie barked “You really think we buy that? Going around rooting in some girls panty drawer. You ‘didn’t know what you were doing’? What, is that what you woulda said after you jerked off in them? We all know you were gonna. A perv like you sneaking in to our house. What other reason could there be?”\n\n\tJackie leaned in close and snorted roughly into his face. Her eyes were less condescending than Maddie’s, but absolutely far more hateful. “What? You think we’re going to buy your story? You think we care what excuses you have? Think we’ll just ignore it since she’s not one of our more popular sisters? Girl’s still a Phi Phi Sigma. You fuck with her and you fuck with us. And bitch, you fucked with us.”\n\n\tBlake shook his head frantically and tried to sway in the chair. Struggling to pull himself out or knock it over. Doing anything to free himself even as the women crowded around him. Looming over the trapped canine.\n\n\t“Agnes, please. You have to tell them. You know I didn’t know. There’s no way I would have done it if I’d known it was you!” His cries were muffled as something foul and painfully dry. He balked and struggled to spit it out. Not that it helped. His protests utterly silenced by the makeshift gag.\n\n\t“So what are we gonna do with him?” Jackie huffed, turning to the hamster girl fidgeting with herself and standing nervously in front of Blake. The other sorority sisters milled about behind the three. Not-too-quietly voicing all manner of horrible things they seemed to feel should be done to him. All he could do was glare pleadingly at Agnes. The quiet girl his best friend Mark always seemed to be dragging around with him. The eternal third, fifth, or even seventh wheel at a party. She was always so quiet, so unassuming, so kind. He pleaded wordlessly for her mercy. Watching the near mute girl as she shuffled under the weight of peer pressure. As girls he knew she didn’t really like all pressed her quietly for some kind of response. Some kind of condemnation of the intruder.\n\n\tHe watched in stunned silence as the quiet girl leaned up. She whispered into the snow fox’s ear. A nervous, hushed murmur that Blake strained to hear. He screamed into the gag and kicked. Only now realizing that it was a sock he’d had shoved in his mouth. Not that it really made a difference at this point. His jaw strained to open and let it out. Struggling to offer some kind of plea for mercy. The husky boy straining against his restraints even as a bag went over his head and the world went dark.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThis time when Blake was dragged around he was at least fully awake for it. Able to hear the voices of the girls plotting against him though the muffling bag. Fat lot of good it did him. Nothing they really said made sense and they apparently had decided to roll the office chair he was tied to up to his destination rather than untying him. At least not until they’d gotten where they were going, at which point the felt some ropes being tugged away and paws shoving him face down into cold linoleum.\n\n\tThe young man flopped like a fish and flipped over to what he hoped was his back. He got situated just in time to feel that high heel Maddie had kicked him with now stepping down between his legs. The Valley girl bitch putting balanced pressure right down on a ball and leaving him stunned still at the obvious implication.\n\n\t“Ok, you can take the bag off now.” Maddie chirped. Blake could hear the familiar voice of the equine girl Jackie grumbling at the not-order. A few moments later and the bag was pulled free. Blake looking up at the chestnut brown fur and toned limbs of the horse girl. Watching her face for any hint of mercy.\n\n\tThere was none. Why would there be?\n\n\t“Real shame we can’t just hand you over to the campus cops, bitch boy.” Jackie snorted as she crouched down. Looking down at the husky’s face and scoffing. “We all know they’d just wag their finger at you and maybe put you on academic probie or something. Boys like you don’t tend to get punished for ‘little pranks’ like this. Now do ya?”\n\n\tEven in his terror, Blake was trying like hell not to look at the camel toe sticking out right above his head from the crouching girl. A blush taking his cheeks. He started to kick his legs as his cries to be let go were all muffled. The horse woman seemed to simply take this as a sign she should grab his muzzle shut and hold it there nice and tight.\n\n\tThe next sound he heard was… unpleasant. The familiar buzzing of an electric trimmer. Blake screamed out his protest even as he felt the fox girl pinning his legs down with her knees. A pair of scissors beginning to cut off his shirt, while the vibrating body of the trimmer rested on his stomach, threatening what was to come while letting him feel the full weight of his attacker on him.\n\n\t“Don’t get too mad at us, bitch boy.” Jackie snickered “We didn’t come up with this idea.”\n\n\tBefore long Blake had been cut free of his shirt and Maddie shifted herself on to him. Loud buzzing filled the room and shook though his body as the clippers bit in. Peeling away his coat in long angry stripes. The fox heedless of the few nicks and sore spots she left as she went. At fist he felt a small bit of relief as she stopped the trimming just under his rib cage. Though it didn’t take long for that to fade when she began to make a band just under it. Instead seeming to outline a specific set of fur she was looking to dislodge.\n\n\t“He doesn’t look like he’s squirming too much.” Maddie giggled as she made another long stripe though his bellyfur.\n\n\t“Think the little bitch is too turned on.” Jackie snorted “I see you looking at me down there, puppy. Gotta say this is probably a pretty good deal for you. Wanted to sniff a girl and now you get to do it up close and personal. Get the real thing. Well, sorta.” She pushed herself down firmly at this point. Grinding her hips right against Blake’s face. Moaning into his sudden scream.\n\n\tThe Husky boy couldn’t breath. He tired to turn his head and get some proper air. But between the sock and the way she had covered his muzzle tip there were a few painful seconds where the lingering scent of a female drove out the air he needed and left his body in a terrified panic. All the while he could hear the fox girl snickering and giggling as she shaved away at his fur. Her scissors soon returning, this time to cut at his jean shorts.\n\n\tThe next few minutes were a flurry of activity. All the while Blake finding himself assaulted by feminine scent and the feeling of weight crushing his body down into the floor. When the two girls finally got up, he could barely see straight. He laid there on the bathroom floor for god only knew how long. His newly shorn body mostly bare of fur and freezing cold. It took everything he had to finally sit up. Looking at the two girls, and at the hamster in the corner, just watching him. Staring intently though a mop of frizzy red hair.\n\n\tFinally, mercifully, he managed to spit the sock out. His jaw hanging open painfully as the muscles strained to close once more. He felt the pain of the pony girl grabbing his shortish mop of headfur. Twisting him around to look at the hamster who to this point had done nothing more than sit by and spectate. His neck straining as he was shifted around and repositioned like some fucked up, mutilated Ken doll.\n\n\tAgnes held a mirror up for the canine to see into. His face flushing. His body tensing. Gazing in horror at the sight that looked back at him. He almost didn’t know what to make of it at first. Only realizing after a few horrified moments that it was him. His body, largely bare and stripped of fur, what was left heavily resembling what one might expect to see on some stereotypical French poodle from back in the Napoleonic era.\n\n\t“Oh, Fuck me.” Blake muttered. Only after he said it did he notice the two more vocal girls looking down at him, and starting to laugh\n\n--------------------\n\n\tIt had been a few days since the pledge rush started. A few people had made token gestures to find Blake. Very token gestures, really. A few questions here and there before the frat boys wrote it all off as the washout getting in over his head and getting a suspension of some kind. It wasn’t the first time a pledge had gone though such thing. It wouldn’t be the last. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen?\n\n\tBlake was painfully aware of the fact that his would be frat bros were thinking such things. At least the part of his mind that was still thinking anything. He’d been strapped to a chair for god knew how long. A rather small but still painful didlo shoved up his ass. Sitting helplessly in the basement rec room of the sorority house where he was forced to constantly watch bad sissy hypno vids on one of the open use computers they had there.\n\n\tJust two days ago Blake hadn’t even realized such things were real. Just figuring it was one of those things the other guys joked about while downing copious amounts of cheap beer and calling each other gay. Now the poor canine just sat there with a painfully throbbing hard on. Drool dribbling down his taped-shut muzzle. His eyes fixed on the cheap swirl effects and flashing pictures alternating between porn girls and huge dicks.\n\n\tEvery once in a while Blake felt the presence of some sorority sisters. One or two girls walking by to laugh at him. Their muffled voices were blurred out by the robotic droning voice of a speech synthesizer telling him things about how much he wanted cock and how he wasn’t a real man. Just the absolute dumbest and worst dialogue he’d ever heard. Yet it kept repeating. Kept playing over and over again while his body struggled to deal with the endless looping stimuli.\n\n\tSo hardwired was his poor brain that Blake barely even noticed when a soft, feminine paw slowly nudged the headphones aside and guided his face away from the screen. The swirls and dicks were all but seared into the back of his retinas by now. Meaning the snow fox girl staring at him also seemed overlaid with the cheap MS paint level slideshow which had ruled his brain the past couple of days.\n\n\t“Aww will you look at that.” Maddie snickered “You’re, like, totally out of it. Huh bitch?” the girl giggled and tussed Blake’s hair. Even after his body had been given time to get used to all the fur which had been shaved off, his hair rustling around uncovered enough bare and clean shorn flesh to make him shudder uncomfortably. Blake whined and whimpered as he strained to say something though the tape that held his mouth shut.\n\n\tNot that Maddie seemed to care. She put one paw on his shoulder and pushed down. The other grabbing his poor swollen balls, squeezing until he let out a yelp of supreme agony. “You know this part wasn’t my idea. But I gotta admit I’m surprised with the results. I don’t think boys like you really had anything going on upstairs when it came to sex. I figured it was all down here.” Her words were punctuated by a firm twisting squeeze. Her fingers tensed. The poor boy’s balls pushed together as every nerve ending between his legs drove him to blubbering tears.\n\n\tBlake looked up at the fox and shook his head frantically. He tried to close his legs, though that did nothing to stop her. If anything she simply responded by squeezing harder. The painful attention milking thin little rivets of pre out of him. Her other paw pushing down on his shoulder and removing any sort of comfortable cushion between him and the base of the fake cock now lodged in his ass.\n\n\t“oh, don’t you start complaining now, Panty boy.” Maddie muttered “You’re the one who got into this mess. It’s, like, totally your own fault. Ya know?” Airheaded as the girl sounded there was enough menace behind her voice to make Blake shudder. He felt fear gripping his gut even as she started to push him down further on the dildo. Getting the whole thing wedged firmly into his rump as fresh pain bloomed though him. His now shorn clean cheeks hot with a heavy blush.\n\n\t “I bet you like that, huh? Maybe this is what you were hoping would happen when you came here. I know a lot of boys in your frat, ya know. Boys who will do anything to sleep with me. And I mean an-ny-thing. They’ve even let me put that very toy up their cute little bussies from time to time.” Maddie licked her lips and pushed back. The bound husky felt his feet left the floor and she drank in the resulting panic like wine.\n\n\t“Then again none of them are gonna admit that. Boys are so totally weak that way. So when I snapped a few shots of all this and showed them around to some of the ones at the top of the food chain? Well, let’s just say they weren’t eager to get you back. Or tell the others what you’ve been up to. Shame. I bet that coulda been a lot of fun. But they did say to tell ya that you washed out. So I guess that means, what? You weren’t even a member yet?”\n\n\tMaddie gave his shaft a few teasing strokes. Her grin twisted and evil. She watched him fidget. Watched Blake as he bounced on the dildo, just hoping against hope hat his poor full balls would get some sort of release. That he’d be allowed to enjoy himself just a tiny bit. To release some of this stupid pent up frustration that the girls had molested into him over however long it had been.\n\n\tThat, naturally, wasn’t Maddie’s plan. She worked him right up to the edge, then undid the rope holding his arms behind the chair. With one smooth motion the husky was dumped out on to his hands and knees on the floor. The dildo stuck firmly in place poking out from his poor tender tail hole.\n\n\tThe few girls that were down in the rec room turned to look. Most of them gasping in some degree of feigned shock. A few of them giggling happily. All of their eyes pressing down on the poor pup now on the floor. Blake’s eyes struggling to fixate on the spinning room and the cheap fake wood panels threatening to rise up and smack him in the face.\n\n\tThrough it all Maddie danced around him. Gripping his hips and pushing herself up against the base of the dildo. She bucked her hips hard. The way some guy in a porn might thrust into a girl. What little was aware of things happening in Blake’s mind was thankful the dildo was most of the way in. yet thick ropey strands of built up seed splattered out on to the floor from the fox’s faux fucking.\n\n\t“I bet this is your first time, huh? I bet this is me totally taking your cherry! That’s what guys like to brag about, ya know. Even now. Always talking about how they popped some girl before they dumped them. Well little sissy bitch. You just got popped. Should I brag about it? Should I tell all the girls? Hey, girls! Look. I busted this little cunt’s first time. I’m the biggest strongest guy in here, huh?”\n\n\tJuvenile as the sorority sister’s insults were, they still stung. Not the least of which because the poor boy absolutely needed some kind of release. His front soon collapsed as he began to whine and whimper. The cruel fox behind him hammered her hips, using nothing but the momentum of her own thrusts to bounce the rubber shaft back out a bit and give her more room to thrust in. The assault came at a steady, porn star pace. Each one drawing enough pain and pleasure to make him want it more, and to curse the fact that he’d ever agreed to the stupid pledge challenge in the first place.\n\n\tEventually the thrusts bore fruit. Friction against parts of Blake’s insides he didn’t even know were there resulted in a sudden shudder as watery ropes began leaking out of him. Drooling and dribbling on the floor from his aching shaft. The knot and pulsing length that had bothered him for days on end finally beginning to slowly subside. Replaced with a dull ache as something his body needed was given to him in the worst way possible.\n\n\tHe sobbed into the tape gag and tried to pull himself free of the girl. At the very least tried to wiggle the rubber dildo out of his ass. Maddie didn’t seem keen on letting him go. Instead she pulled something from her pocket and began to work it over the quickly shrinking red rocket. A few firm spanks to his newly depleted rump and the husky finally slumped still where he was. Allowing the cruel girl to fix a painfully tight chastity cage over his length. Cramming the flesh into it and looping the small bar which held the metal in place via encircling the balls.\n\n\t“There, now.” Maddie sighed as she let the lock click into place. “I guess I should tell you what’s going to happen, since we finally settled on the particulars. You’re the house bitch. That’s what you get for fucking with us. A few of us are going to train you. I’m sure you can already guess I’m one of em. We need something around to play with since none of the stupid frat boys know how to actually get a girl off. So that’s gonna be part of your job. Don’t worry, We’ll teach you how. That red rocket of yours can stay locked up, though. Way too many guys think you need a dick to make a girl cream.”\n\n\tThe fox moved down and grabbed either side of his face. She tilted his head up, looking down with her big blue eyes and grinning a deranged grin. “I’d say you should just blame your silly little frat brothers for getting you into this mess. But let’s be real here, you were never getting in. You can’t even steal a girls panties.” She gave his face a soft smack and then reached down to grab his hair, tugging him along and on to his knees. “But don’t you worry. I’m sure Jackie is going to be way more tender and careful with you. After all. She doesn’t plan to fuck you.”\n\n\tSomething in those words removed any shred of confidence the poor husky had that things might turn out ok. Ultimately though he had no choice but to follow along behind her. The poor thing shivering as his mind struggled to figure out what fresh hell he’d be subjected to next.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Rush Week: Part 1
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\tBlake wondered what he was doing. The husky boy crouched himself into a space between two dense juniper bushes, looking up at an immaculate looking house seated right at the end of sorority row. The thing positively thrummed with energy. Most places like this on campus did. Perhaps a dozen or more girls crammed in seeking to break every confine their parents placed on them back when they were in high school. Not that Blake found that part unreliable. He kept his eyes focused on the lower windows, each blazing with light and occasionally filled with the silhouette of girls who had probably been drinking and were absolutely having a good time.

\tPhi Phi Sigma. Hardly the most prestigious. Hardly the biggest partiers. But tonight the girls were rushing. That meant they would probably all be downstairs. Or most of them at least. Blake had to hope. Because the last thing he wanted was to get caught.

\tThe unassuming husky drew on all his videogame-taught stealth knowledge. Watching the windows carefully. Waiting. Not moving forwards until the siloettes vanished. In that gap the husky boy somehow managed to pull himself up, into the security bushes along the window and over on to the lattace crawling its way up towards the second floor.

\tThe flimsy wood held, if only just. Blake could feel his heart relax and then tense back up as he realized the last excuse to run was gone. He was committed. Pulling his way up to the second floor and climbing his way into one of the open windows near the mess of wood and vine.

\tMoments later he found himself sprawled out on the floor a bedroom. Nobody started to scream, meaning he was still in the clear if nothing else. Not that he had much time to really think about it. Darting up on his knees, Blake lunged awkwardly towards a nearby dresser. The dresser drawers yanked open one after the other with only a moderate effort to keep the rummaging quiet.

\t“Got em.” The canine fell back as he yanked the object free. His instructions had been clear enough. Kyle, the one running this whole rush nonsense, had even shown him a picture on his phone. How the young premed camel had gotten a picture of a girls panties from this sorority, let alone a picture of panties without the owner wearing them, confused the hell out of Blake. But if worse came to worse he could always throw the older student under the bus for this. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

\tBlake stared at the panties. It was a vulgar thing to do. A strip of cloth with some kind of anime imagery the Husky didn’t recognize on them. Old and worn. Something insanely private. Something that should have made him feel ashamed to so much as look at , let alone be holding in his hands.

\tOnly adrenaline and focus kept him from letting go of the object. This was victory. This was one more step into the Frat. One more step towards being a Beta Rho. Blake kept himself focused on that fact as he stuffed the object into his Jean Shorts. His ears twitching frantically as he worked to put the other scraps of cloth back into the drawer. Hoping like hell to avoid detection at least until he was out the window.

\tThe window. Could he make it out of the window? The grey furred boy tensed as he started to wonder. Panic setting in.

\t“Will you hurry up? They’re gonna start the Karioke soon!”

\tThe words blasted from somewhere down the hall. A drunk shrill cry. Footsteps. Someone was close. Very close. Blake rushed to the window. He gazed out and grabbed at the trellises. The thin wooden boards that had barely held him up before creaked as he tried to get a good grip on them. His paw tensing and then faltering when the wood snapped under even a fraction of his weight. Closer to the center he was able to get his bearings and pull himself up. Getting down?

\tThere was no time to figure it out. He instead ran his way over to the closet. Throwing the door open to a massive sea of random and sundry items shoved in. Enough to explain why it was nobody used it for clothing. It didn’t matter. He didn’t have time. Blake dove into the pile of accumulated crap and shifted his weight to avoid breaking too many of the items or making any real noise. He then pulled the doors shut behind him and did his best to lay still. Heart thudding. Body straining to keep his weight perfectly in place. He knew damn well that even a small shift might force the thin closet doors to break. If they did, he was done for.

\tAgonizing minutes passed. The footsteps drawing ever closer. Pacing around the room growing more and les distant. He could almost see the mystery figure checking the scene of his crime. Looking over the drawer he hadn’t properly closed. The mess of panties he may have left out. The bed he’d messed while rushing into the closet. Every single possible thing that could have been done wrong stood out like a beacon in his mind. Filling the trapped canine with dread as he listened carefully and waited. Hoping against hope the footsteps would leave. When they did? He’d just have to drop down. Hang out of the window and hope the bushes would break his fall. Hope he’d be in some shape to run back and secure his victory for the night.

\tMercifully, finally, the footsteps trailed off. Blake was careful to listen for them. Listened to hear someone walking out of the room and down the hall. Listened intently while trying like hell to quiet his own breathing. The urge to tense his muscles almost too much to take.

\tHe gave it a few more moments. His body only barley shifting to grab hold of the prize now jammed in his pants, puling them out to take a look and assure themselves they were still in his possession. Only then did he dare to start pulling the door open. His fingers slipping in between the two as he started to push them aside gently. Mindful of the noise the shifting objects could make under his weight. Just ten feet. Maybe less. A quick dash, throwing himself over the sill, and he was scott free.

\tHis relief was palpable. So palpable, in fact, that he barely even noticed the figure standing there as the doors slid open. He looked up, panties in hand, eyes going wide at the squat, chubby figure looming over him. The plastic and metal base of a cheap Halogen floor lamp thudded against his chin. Snapping his head to one side as his whole body slipped into limp semi consciousness

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\tGetting knocked out was as old a trope as media itself. Or at least, the media Blake knew of. It had never happened to him. Honestly he had always just taken it as one of those ‘things’ that happens. The reality was quite different.

\tThe Husky boy could recall being whammed in the head. His body limp on the floor. He’d been aware, though. Fading in and out as a bevy of hands dragged his body down two sets of stairs and into a cool finished basement who’s floor was at least a little familiar. It was hard to think. Hard enough that such facts didn’t really matter to him. Nothing kicked in for a good while. Small snippets of being shoved into a chair. Having his cloths cut off while more hands held him down. Of the tape and scraps which had been his shirt used to tie him down to a computer chair and leave him struggling where he sat.

\t“Fucking gawd.” The first voice warbled in a painful valley-girl whine, causing Blake to shake. “Are you alright Aggie?”

\t“Y-yeah… I am ok-kay…” Came a second voice. Small shreds of resentment mixed in with the monotone affirmation.

\tBlake lifted his eyes, already dreading what he’d see. Half the sorority was there at least. Maybe more. The three girls up front all ones he recognized to some degree.

\tMaddie, the Valley girl sounding one, stood to one side. The white furred, bleach blonde snow fox eyed the bound up husky with utter contempt. She wrinkled her muzzle up in disgust at the sight of him and gave his shin a few firm prods with the tip of a high heeled shoe. “You have any reason we shouldn’t just call campus security on you, perv?” She barked. Sniffing the air with contempt when she saw Blake flinch

\t“Oh like they’ll do more than give him a warning.” Another voice snapped. Blake looked over at the owner of said voice. A rather tall and toned equine girl with long dreads falling over one side of her face and flowing down her back.

\t“Jackie’s right.” Maddie chimed in, now looking at the smaller girl in between the two. Blake had not dared look straight ahead until that moment. The voice and the name all but assuring him of what he’d see. The crawling nervous pit in his stomach only got worse. But he finally glanced forward to get a good look at the chubby hamster girl standing between the other two. Red hair that was somehow both stringy and frizzy puffed out around her head. Her body covered all the way to near the bottom of her skirt swam in an oversized Pokemon shirt. A shirt belonging to Blake’s best friend.

\tTo Agnes’ boyfriend.

\t“Oh, fuck.” Blake groaned. The severity of what he’d done just now starting to sink in. “Agnes, listen. I didn’t know. Ok? I wasn’t trying to-” A smack shut him up. Maddie growling and kicking at the chair he was tied to. Not nearly hard enough to knock him over. But enough to scare him silent.

\t“Shut it, loser.” Maddie barked “You really think we buy that? Going around rooting in some girls panty drawer. You ‘didn’t know what you were doing’? What, is that what you woulda said after you jerked off in them? We all know you were gonna. A perv like you sneaking in to our house. What other reason could there be?”

\tJackie leaned in close and snorted roughly into his face. Her eyes were less condescending than Maddie’s, but absolutely far more hateful. “What? You think we’re going to buy your story? You think we care what excuses you have? Think we’ll just ignore it since she’s not one of our more popular sisters? Girl’s still a Phi Phi Sigma. You fuck with her and you fuck with us. And bitch, you fucked with us.”

\tBlake shook his head frantically and tried to sway in the chair. Struggling to pull himself out or knock it over. Doing anything to free himself even as the women crowded around him. Looming over the trapped canine.

\t“Agnes, please. You have to tell them. You know I didn’t know. There’s no way I would have done it if I’d known it was you!” His cries were muffled as something foul and painfully dry. He balked and struggled to spit it out. Not that it helped. His protests utterly silenced by the makeshift gag.

\t“So what are we gonna do with him?” Jackie huffed, turning to the hamster girl fidgeting with herself and standing nervously in front of Blake. The other sorority sisters milled about behind the three. Not-too-quietly voicing all manner of horrible things they seemed to feel should be done to him. All he could do was glare pleadingly at Agnes. The quiet girl his best friend Mark always seemed to be dragging around with him. The eternal third, fifth, or even seventh wheel at a party. She was always so quiet, so unassuming, so kind. He pleaded wordlessly for her mercy. Watching the near mute girl as she shuffled under the weight of peer pressure. As girls he knew she didn’t really like all pressed her quietly for some kind of response. Some kind of condemnation of the intruder.

\tHe watched in stunned silence as the quiet girl leaned up. She whispered into the snow fox’s ear. A nervous, hushed murmur that Blake strained to hear. He screamed into the gag and kicked. Only now realizing that it was a sock he’d had shoved in his mouth. Not that it really made a difference at this point. His jaw strained to open and let it out. Struggling to offer some kind of plea for mercy. The husky boy straining against his restraints even as a bag went over his head and the world went dark.

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\tThis time when Blake was dragged around he was at least fully awake for it. Able to hear the voices of the girls plotting against him though the muffling bag. Fat lot of good it did him. Nothing they really said made sense and they apparently had decided to roll the office chair he was tied to up to his destination rather than untying him. At least not until they’d gotten where they were going, at which point the felt some ropes being tugged away and paws shoving him face down into cold linoleum.

\tThe young man flopped like a fish and flipped over to what he hoped was his back. He got situated just in time to feel that high heel Maddie had kicked him with now stepping down between his legs. The Valley girl bitch putting balanced pressure right down on a ball and leaving him stunned still at the obvious implication.

\t“Ok, you can take the bag off now.” Maddie chirped. Blake could hear the familiar voice of the equine girl Jackie grumbling at the not-order. A few moments later and the bag was pulled free. Blake looking up at the chestnut brown fur and toned limbs of the horse girl. Watching her face for any hint of mercy.

\tThere was none. Why would there be?

\t“Real shame we can’t just hand you over to the campus cops, bitch boy.” Jackie snorted as she crouched down. Looking down at the husky’s face and scoffing. “We all know they’d just wag their finger at you and maybe put you on academic probie or something. Boys like you don’t tend to get punished for ‘little pranks’ like this. Now do ya?”

\tEven in his terror, Blake was trying like hell not to look at the camel toe sticking out right above his head from the crouching girl. A blush taking his cheeks. He started to kick his legs as his cries to be let go were all muffled. The horse woman seemed to simply take this as a sign she should grab his muzzle shut and hold it there nice and tight.

\tThe next sound he heard was… unpleasant. The familiar buzzing of an electric trimmer. Blake screamed out his protest even as he felt the fox girl pinning his legs down with her knees. A pair of scissors beginning to cut off his shirt, while the vibrating body of the trimmer rested on his stomach, threatening what was to come while letting him feel the full weight of his attacker on him.

\t“Don’t get too mad at us, bitch boy.” Jackie snickered “We didn’t come up with this idea.”

\tBefore long Blake had been cut free of his shirt and Maddie shifted herself on to him. Loud buzzing filled the room and shook though his body as the clippers bit in. Peeling away his coat in long angry stripes. The fox heedless of the few nicks and sore spots she left as she went. At fist he felt a small bit of relief as she stopped the trimming just under his rib cage. Though it didn’t take long for that to fade when she began to make a band just under it. Instead seeming to outline a specific set of fur she was looking to dislodge.

\t“He doesn’t look like he’s squirming too much.” Maddie giggled as she made another long stripe though his bellyfur.

\t“Think the little bitch is too turned on.” Jackie snorted “I see you looking at me down there, puppy. Gotta say this is probably a pretty good deal for you. Wanted to sniff a girl and now you get to do it up close and personal. Get the real thing. Well, sorta.” She pushed herself down firmly at this point. Grinding her hips right against Blake’s face. Moaning into his sudden scream.

\tThe Husky boy couldn’t breath. He tired to turn his head and get some proper air. But between the sock and the way she had covered his muzzle tip there were a few painful seconds where the lingering scent of a female drove out the air he needed and left his body in a terrified panic. All the while he could hear the fox girl snickering and giggling as she shaved away at his fur. Her scissors soon returning, this time to cut at his jean shorts.

\tThe next few minutes were a flurry of activity. All the while Blake finding himself assaulted by feminine scent and the feeling of weight crushing his body down into the floor. When the two girls finally got up, he could barely see straight. He laid there on the bathroom floor for god only knew how long. His newly shorn body mostly bare of fur and freezing cold. It took everything he had to finally sit up. Looking at the two girls, and at the hamster in the corner, just watching him. Staring intently though a mop of frizzy red hair.

\tFinally, mercifully, he managed to spit the sock out. His jaw hanging open painfully as the muscles strained to close once more. He felt the pain of the pony girl grabbing his shortish mop of headfur. Twisting him around to look at the hamster who to this point had done nothing more than sit by and spectate. His neck straining as he was shifted around and repositioned like some fucked up, mutilated Ken doll.

\tAgnes held a mirror up for the canine to see into. His face flushing. His body tensing. Gazing in horror at the sight that looked back at him. He almost didn’t know what to make of it at first. Only realizing after a few horrified moments that it was him. His body, largely bare and stripped of fur, what was left heavily resembling what one might expect to see on some stereotypical French poodle from back in the Napoleonic era.

\t“Oh, Fuck me.” Blake muttered. Only after he said it did he notice the two more vocal girls looking down at him, and starting to laugh

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\tIt had been a few days since the pledge rush started. A few people had made token gestures to find Blake. Very token gestures, really. A few questions here and there before the frat boys wrote it all off as the washout getting in over his head and getting a suspension of some kind. It wasn’t the first time a pledge had gone though such thing. It wouldn’t be the last. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen?

\tBlake was painfully aware of the fact that his would be frat bros were thinking such things. At least the part of his mind that was still thinking anything. He’d been strapped to a chair for god knew how long. A rather small but still painful didlo shoved up his ass. Sitting helplessly in the basement rec room of the sorority house where he was forced to constantly watch bad sissy hypno vids on one of the open use computers they had there.

\tJust two days ago Blake hadn’t even realized such things were real. Just figuring it was one of those things the other guys joked about while downing copious amounts of cheap beer and calling each other gay. Now the poor canine just sat there with a painfully throbbing hard on. Drool dribbling down his taped-shut muzzle. His eyes fixed on the cheap swirl effects and flashing pictures alternating between porn girls and huge dicks.

\tEvery once in a while Blake felt the presence of some sorority sisters. One or two girls walking by to laugh at him. Their muffled voices were blurred out by the robotic droning voice of a speech synthesizer telling him things about how much he wanted cock and how he wasn’t a real man. Just the absolute dumbest and worst dialogue he’d ever heard. Yet it kept repeating. Kept playing over and over again while his body struggled to deal with the endless looping stimuli.

\tSo hardwired was his poor brain that Blake barely even noticed when a soft, feminine paw slowly nudged the headphones aside and guided his face away from the screen. The swirls and dicks were all but seared into the back of his retinas by now. Meaning the snow fox girl staring at him also seemed overlaid with the cheap MS paint level slideshow which had ruled his brain the past couple of days.

\t“Aww will you look at that.” Maddie snickered “You’re, like, totally out of it. Huh bitch?” the girl giggled and tussed Blake’s hair. Even after his body had been given time to get used to all the fur which had been shaved off, his hair rustling around uncovered enough bare and clean shorn flesh to make him shudder uncomfortably. Blake whined and whimpered as he strained to say something though the tape that held his mouth shut.

\tNot that Maddie seemed to care. She put one paw on his shoulder and pushed down. The other grabbing his poor swollen balls, squeezing until he let out a yelp of supreme agony. “You know this part wasn’t my idea. But I gotta admit I’m surprised with the results. I don’t think boys like you really had anything going on upstairs when it came to sex. I figured it was all down here.” Her words were punctuated by a firm twisting squeeze. Her fingers tensed. The poor boy’s balls pushed together as every nerve ending between his legs drove him to blubbering tears.

\tBlake looked up at the fox and shook his head frantically. He tried to close his legs, though that did nothing to stop her. If anything she simply responded by squeezing harder. The painful attention milking thin little rivets of pre out of him. Her other paw pushing down on his shoulder and removing any sort of comfortable cushion between him and the base of the fake cock now lodged in his ass.

\t“oh, don’t you start complaining now, Panty boy.” Maddie muttered “You’re the one who got into this mess. It’s, like, totally your own fault. Ya know?” Airheaded as the girl sounded there was enough menace behind her voice to make Blake shudder. He felt fear gripping his gut even as she started to push him down further on the dildo. Getting the whole thing wedged firmly into his rump as fresh pain bloomed though him. His now shorn clean cheeks hot with a heavy blush.

\t “I bet you like that, huh? Maybe this is what you were hoping would happen when you came here. I know a lot of boys in your frat, ya know. Boys who will do anything to sleep with me. And I mean an-ny-thing. They’ve even let me put that very toy up their cute little bussies from time to time.” Maddie licked her lips and pushed back. The bound husky felt his feet left the floor and she drank in the resulting panic like wine.

\t“Then again none of them are gonna admit that. Boys are so totally weak that way. So when I snapped a few shots of all this and showed them around to some of the ones at the top of the food chain? Well, let’s just say they weren’t eager to get you back. Or tell the others what you’ve been up to. Shame. I bet that coulda been a lot of fun. But they did say to tell ya that you washed out. So I guess that means, what? You weren’t even a member yet?”

\tMaddie gave his shaft a few teasing strokes. Her grin twisted and evil. She watched him fidget. Watched Blake as he bounced on the dildo, just hoping against hope hat his poor full balls would get some sort of release. That he’d be allowed to enjoy himself just a tiny bit. To release some of this stupid pent up frustration that the girls had molested into him over however long it had been.

\tThat, naturally, wasn’t Maddie’s plan. She worked him right up to the edge, then undid the rope holding his arms behind the chair. With one smooth motion the husky was dumped out on to his hands and knees on the floor. The dildo stuck firmly in place poking out from his poor tender tail hole.

\tThe few girls that were down in the rec room turned to look. Most of them gasping in some degree of feigned shock. A few of them giggling happily. All of their eyes pressing down on the poor pup now on the floor. Blake’s eyes struggling to fixate on the spinning room and the cheap fake wood panels threatening to rise up and smack him in the face.

\tThrough it all Maddie danced around him. Gripping his hips and pushing herself up against the base of the dildo. She bucked her hips hard. The way some guy in a porn might thrust into a girl. What little was aware of things happening in Blake’s mind was thankful the dildo was most of the way in. yet thick ropey strands of built up seed splattered out on to the floor from the fox’s faux fucking.

\t“I bet this is your first time, huh? I bet this is me totally taking your cherry! That’s what guys like to brag about, ya know. Even now. Always talking about how they popped some girl before they dumped them. Well little sissy bitch. You just got popped. Should I brag about it? Should I tell all the girls? Hey, girls! Look. I busted this little cunt’s first time. I’m the biggest strongest guy in here, huh?”

\tJuvenile as the sorority sister’s insults were, they still stung. Not the least of which because the poor boy absolutely needed some kind of release. His front soon collapsed as he began to whine and whimper. The cruel fox behind him hammered her hips, using nothing but the momentum of her own thrusts to bounce the rubber shaft back out a bit and give her more room to thrust in. The assault came at a steady, porn star pace. Each one drawing enough pain and pleasure to make him want it more, and to curse the fact that he’d ever agreed to the stupid pledge challenge in the first place.

\tEventually the thrusts bore fruit. Friction against parts of Blake’s insides he didn’t even know were there resulted in a sudden shudder as watery ropes began leaking out of him. Drooling and dribbling on the floor from his aching shaft. The knot and pulsing length that had bothered him for days on end finally beginning to slowly subside. Replaced with a dull ache as something his body needed was given to him in the worst way possible.

\tHe sobbed into the tape gag and tried to pull himself free of the girl. At the very least tried to wiggle the rubber dildo out of his ass. Maddie didn’t seem keen on letting him go. Instead she pulled something from her pocket and began to work it over the quickly shrinking red rocket. A few firm spanks to his newly depleted rump and the husky finally slumped still where he was. Allowing the cruel girl to fix a painfully tight chastity cage over his length. Cramming the flesh into it and looping the small bar which held the metal in place via encircling the balls.

\t“There, now.” Maddie sighed as she let the lock click into place. “I guess I should tell you what’s going to happen, since we finally settled on the particulars. You’re the house bitch. That’s what you get for fucking with us. A few of us are going to train you. I’m sure you can already guess I’m one of em. We need something around to play with since none of the stupid frat boys know how to actually get a girl off. So that’s gonna be part of your job. Don’t worry, We’ll teach you how. That red rocket of yours can stay locked up, though. Way too many guys think you need a dick to make a girl cream.”

\tThe fox moved down and grabbed either side of his face. She tilted his head up, looking down with her big blue eyes and grinning a deranged grin. “I’d say you should just blame your silly little frat brothers for getting you into this mess. But let’s be real here, you were never getting in. You can’t even steal a girls panties.” She gave his face a soft smack and then reached down to grab his hair, tugging him along and on to his knees. “But don’t you worry. I’m sure Jackie is going to be way more tender and careful with you. After all. She doesn’t plan to fuck you.”

\tSomething in those words removed any shred of confidence the poor husky had that things might turn out ok. Ultimately though he had no choice but to follow along behind her. The poor thing shivering as his mind struggled to figure out what fresh hell he’d be subjected to next.

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