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This was my half of the trade for u_moonlightdrive back in the TF Secret Santa '24! Yes, I took a year to complete it... So appreciative of him for being so understanding and patient qwq
Check out the other submissions for the TF Secret Santa '24 here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59321681/
Please enjoy the accompanying little story! It was nice to do a bit of raunchier writing like I did in ye olde days.
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His nerves flared as the coloured lights and thumping bass engulfed him.
For some reason, he had expected something different, but the music was a bit too harsh and muddled, volume compensating for quality as the bass shook his body. It seemed obvious in hindsight that the overplayed EDM track that he heard thrumming past the walls into the street whenever he passed by would sound the same, except louder once he was inside.
"Sick, eh?" Aarav said, his voice – deeper than one would expect from one his stature – barely cutting above the beat. Mark nodded absently, even though Aarav wasn't looking. From outside, the rainbow rave of lights had seemed as though someone set up a club on campus, but inside the three scattered Temu looking disco lights gave a far less appealing vibe.
Oh well, grass is always greener.
As Mark pondered if that was the right expression to use in this case, they passed by a fold out table with several packs and cases of beer strewn across its surface. In fact there were some surprisingly higher vintage offerings available too. It seemed that was where the money was going. Mark eagerly reached out.
"Woah, there, boy. Perks for members only. You'll get some if you still want some after initiation," Aarav said with a casual swat of Mark's hand. He cringed at the weird use of "boy" more than his swatted hand. Aarav had been calling him that since the start of pledge week. The oddity almost distracted him from the latter part, and while he wanted to believe that it implied initiation would entail a surplus of alcoholic beverages, this frat had a somewhat notorious reputation for its initiation ritual.
Mark took a sharp breath, as he did whenever he was nervous, and in doing so he became acutely aware of how... crowded it smelled. Too many frat bros in too small a space. And something else. He'd been around the house before, especially since the start of the pledge week, and there was always an odd pervasive smell he couldn't put his finger on. The premises were kept clean enough, but perhaps it had something to do with the partying.
Aarav for his part did grab a can, knocking it back as a friend of his came up. He acknowledged the newcomer, who Mark hadn't met before, with a clasping of hands while he drank. The two began to talk, occasionally throwing a glance at Mark, who, unsure what to do, threw his best, "yeah. I'm cool," nod back at them, despite being unable to hear them above the music.
As they chatted, his thoughts drifted back to the initiation to come. It was dreadfully lonely on campus as a first year student, and this was THE frat to be in. Apparently, however, they had gotten in trouble for some hazing incidents in the past, and there were rumours that some initiates ended up missing an entire semester. Or had gotten expelled. He chalked it up to the rumor mill bolstering and exaggerating until the truth had tapped out, but...
It was strange that initiation was being held during the middle of a party, and it was odd that none of the other pledges were here, right?
Aarav's friend was looking at him. How long had he been watching? Okay, look cool, look cool. Mark took a sharp breath and bobbed his head to the music, making a face as though he were quite discerning with this particular chest rumbling beat compared to the last one. The friend smirked.
Was this part of the initiation? Was he botching it? The embarrassment of turning around and walking out right at that moment was stronger than that of making a fool of himself. For now. He was just overthinking things.
Aarav gestured his head onward before nodding goodbye to his friend. Mark quickly followed after. As he passed by Aarav's friend, they ruffled his hair. "Good luck, boy."
Mark nearly stopped in his tracks at the extraordinarily odd reception. The actual hell was that about? He eyed the friend warily as he followed Aarav deeper into the house, deeper into the crowd.
Many members that Mark passed by were new to him. They likely had all come for the party and the new faces daunted him a bit as he had to shuffle and nudge around them to keep up with Aarav.
Finally, they broke through the thick of the crowd and turned into a short hallway where some people were standing in conversation with drinks in hand. To the side of the hallway, there was a door that Aarav opened and then motioned towards. Mark looked through, seeing a hardwood staircase leading down into the basement.
"Initiation's in here."
Ominous.
But at the same time, the stairway was well lit and the frat's letters adorned the wall opposite of him where the stairs turned back:
Delta Omega Gamma.
Glad to have a reprieve from the speaker induced full body shaking and the crowd of strangers above, Mark passed through the doorway onto the stairs, not catching the knowing eyes from the people in the hallway trailing after him.
As they entered the furnished basement, the music was reduced to a muffled thumping from the ceiling, and the stuffy smell of the crowds faded somewhat. There were several people lounging around on a couch set to one side, looking at their phones, others by a table playing chess of all games.
No, Mark suddenly thought. The stuffy crowded smell hadn't faded somewhat, it had faded completely. He was thrown off because that other smell, the one he noticed the house always had, had gotten much stronger. And now it was familiar.
"The heck is that smell?" Mark muttered to himself.
He swore he knew what it was. It smelled like...
His wandering eyes alighted on the kennel at the corner of the room.
Dog.
It all made sense now. The frat's letters literally spelled out "DOG". So of course they had one hidden away inside their frat house. Animals weren't allowed on campus but it figured they'd somehow have kept one anyway. Mark nervously wondered if the rumors about the notorious initiations had come about because of this dog. It wasn't like he didn't like dogs; he was fine with them. What if the ritual had gotten people hurt, though? That might explain where the disappearing for a semester rumor could've come from.
"Hey. Mark. You okay dude?" Aarav had joined him at the bottom of the stairs and was looking at him with an odd amused expression. He followed his gaze to the dog. "Not a fan of dogs?"
Mark snapped out of his worries and with a quick inhale, looked back at Aarav. No, he was being silly. If the dog had actually seriously hurt someone, then it wouldn't still be here.
The quick breath drew in the odour of dog, now a lot more prominent where it resided.
"No!" Mark said, a bit too quickly, and then added in the best casual tone he could, "dude kinda reeks." He tried a smirk.
The smell was really strong though. The others were probably used to it, as they didn't seem bothered, simply enjoying the calmer atmosphere down in the basement.
"That so, boy?"
Mark still wasn't used to hearing that. Aarav had a confident, almost mischievous smile on his lips as he proceeded in front of Mark, stepping toward the dog kennel, where in Mark could see some large black and white dog. A husky?
Turning around to address Mark, Aarav spread his arms.
"Well, boy, you've made it to the end of the pledge week and we're excited to have you. All that's left is your initiation ritual." Aarav reached the dog kennel. The occupant was up on its feet, clearly excited at the prospect of being released, or just happy to see Aarav. "S'pretty simple. All you gotta do is clean the dog, Moon Moon." He patted the corner of the cage for emphasis.
As Mark approached the cage, he was surprised just how oppressive the dog stench was here. His earlier comment about the dog reeking now seemed very well founded. And it seemed to make sense why cleaning the dog was the ritual.
"Seriously?" Mark said, throwing a glance at the husky, panting happily as it stared at him. "That's it?"
"'Course! We take care of all our members, especially Moon Moon here." Aarav unlocked the kennel and flipped the door open, freeing the dog within. He then looked back up at Mark, seeing the pledge's nose wrinkled and a slight apprehension painted on his face. "And I do think he needs a good cleaning, don't you?"
The husky, Moon Moon, rushed up to inspect Mark. And it did in fact, reek. The dog's odour wafted up to him as it circled around him. Did they purposely let the dog build up a bunch of funk for new pledges to clean? He could smell the starchy smell of its paws, the sour puffs of its panting breaths...
"What? 'Fraida dogs? Can't handle a little dog stink?" Aarav laughed.
Mark shook awake from his stupor, realizing he hadn't responded yet. It was just that the dog smelled so strongly, it was hard to focus on anything. That was normal, right?
"No...! I can do it... it's not that bad..." Mark finally said, with another nervous inhale. The dog now sat in front of him, panting and puffing up at him as it waited patiently. The sharp scent of the breath made him a bit dizzy but, like he said, it wasn't that bad.
The dog licked his hand and Mark flicked back in surprise, bringing the hand up and away. Away from the dog, closer to his face and... Sniff. The strong sour dog drool smell wafted to him. It was strong, yes, but that didn't necessarily mean it was bad, right? In fact, lots of strong things were good. No... it wasn't that bad at all, just strong, he thought as the dizziness gave way to a fuzzy warmth in his head and groin.
Wait what?
Mark adjusted his pants. Why was he getting hard? He absent mindedly sniffed the drool on his hand again. It was so pungent, animalistic.
Then he smiled. Yah, this wasn't bad at all. It had never smelled bad, only strong. With another sniff he corrected his thoughts: it smelled... good. Mark unzipped his jeans, letting his arousal push free from its confines as he sniffed again, testing the air like the husky before him. It just took some getting used to, but it made sense why there were people lounging around here. It wasn't bad once you got used to it. He reached down to scratch at the dog's ears, digging beneath the thick fur there.
It was a shame that he needed to clean Moon Moon. That thought bounced around his head for a second before it awoke his addled mind.
"I need to clean him?" It wasn't really a question, more of an acknowledgement to himself.
"Yah dude, you said so yourself. He reeks, doesn't he?" Aarav responded, having not said a word until now, despite the new pledge sniffing and unzipping their fly.
Mark paused the scratching to tug his pants down a bit as an ache pressed against the back of them. Then he sniffed his hands, taking in the scent of the dog fur.
"Yah... he does," Mark replied in a mumble. He liked the smell that clung to his fingers. Earthy. Exotic. Musky.
Moon Moon looked at him. It was funny, the dog's face reminded him of something. Aarav's friend and that smirk he gave. How funny that the dog was smirking.
Someone at the back snickered. "He won't stop sniffing!" Mark didn't notice.
His pants slipped off his hips, his boxers following suit shortly after, letting his arousal free in the air.
Normally, one would panic at having their rock hard member exposed in public like that, while a member of the frat appraised him, but Mark had more important things to concern himself with, like the fact that his freed arousal smelled good too! Good but not strong enough. The husky nudged at his hanging balls as if to encourage him.
Mark continued to sniff at the doggy stench in the air, his own mingling in and matching it. The ache in his lower back became a pinching and he reached back instinctively, grabbing at his bared cheeks.
"Where does Moon Moon need cleaning, boy?" Aarav suddenly asked. It took a second for Mark to process it, his mind flooded by his olfactory preoccupation, and the strange aching in his face and legs.
"He..." Mark trailed off. Cleaning. Yes, that's what he was supposed to do. But where to start? He crouched down to get closer to Moon Moon, no longer bothered by the pejorative use of boy, nor the fact that it hadn't occurred to him that he was never supplied with anything to clean the dog WITH.
The dog seemed very pleased at Mark's proximity, pressing closer against him, letting its fur coat rub up against his face. Mark dumbly followed after, sniffing frantically. He wasn't sure when, but at some point, it had gotten easier to sniff. That made him happy. Now he could tell easier where Moon Moon needed cleaning. Where the scent was strongest and therefore, the best. He felt so proud of his logic.
A burgeoning ache in his legs forced him to shift from his crouch to all fours. While he stretched them to relieve the pressure, the Husky continued to press up against him, teasingly, knowingly. And obediently, he kept sniffing, a new potent [i]musk[/i] lifting up into his awareness from amongst the other canine odours.
"He doesn't even notice!" came another voice at the back. And indeed he didn't.
His legs started to itch but he was focused on the strengthening odour, searching eagerly, until...
Moon Moon turned away from him, tail wagging. It was so close! It felt like he was being drawn towards it, not realizing that he was indeed drawing closer; his face, specifically. Then the husky bowed down, arcing up its posterior, tail lifted.
There! A lengthening tongue flopped out of Mark's slightly distended mouth, drool beginning to drip down its length. He sniffed eagerly.
That musky smell, so potent, so intense. That must be where the dog needed cleaning. It was... It was... His brain finally processed what his nose was smelling. The dog's puckered tail hole, below which two fuzzy orbs hung, and in front of that a fluffy white sheath, crowned by a crimson tip.
The shock of the sight finally kicked awake the part of Mark's mind that had been suppressed by the growing canine urges awakened within him.
"N-nrrro! Thrrrat..." What was wrong with his voice? As was his habit, he sharply inhaled again, sending a punch of the dense canine pheromones crashing through his mind, wiping free the initial shock. The dog musk reeked so good. He needed more.
"Oh, have you found it? Go on, boy. He's waiting." Aarav could barely keep the mirth from his tone, despite the fact that the half transformed pledge wouldn't have picked up on it. Instead, he was busy parsing the command.
He... needed to clean the dog. The husky looked back at him, eyes glinting with eagerness. It slowly wagged its rear, encouraging the forming thoughts. His face stretched out closer and closer, nose darkening as it grew, drawing more of that canine musk. Equal parts drool and pre-cum had begun to pool on the ground beneath Mark.
He leaned forward. He wasn't going to. His tongue, now incapable of fitting in his mouth, dangled closer. He couldn't. His nose twitched, the natural motion drawing in the odour like moths to a flame.
"I can't..." he grumbled through inhuman lips. It was so close he could almost...
"I can't-" stop himself. His nose bore into the puckered hole, a desperate inhalation drawing in that doggy stench like a drowning man gasping for air. His tongue ran across the husky's sack, digging in and lapping at the musky orbs. His whole body shivered violently, fur coated hands clenching even as they reshaped; nails to claws, pads forming on the tips of his fingers.
The euphoria swept down him, igniting his already raging arousal. His bulging erection bloated more, the foreskin sprouting fur as it both extended farther along his length before receding somewhat, the rounded head tapering, the muted pink flushing to a ruby red as blood engorged it more and more.
He couldn't stop himself from reaching back and exploring the newly formed sheath, claws dancing across the sensitive tip. Pearls of arousal oozed from it, sticking to fingers that were rapidly losing dexterity.
The pleasure seemed to sink down his new canine member, condensing at the base which began to swell and bloat, stretching his newly formed sheath which now swung from its new anchor across his navel. At the same time, the husky's own ruby rod finally slipped free of its confines, the weighty member immediately flopping downward, swaying the balls that Mark was so devotedly cleaning. His vapid expression barely changed as his slobbering tongue wrapped around the now accessible bulging knot, without a second or even initial thought. It was bigger than his own, and he tasted it, diligently cleaning off the freshly unsheathed, musky tool.
Mark whined. His nearly complete muzzle pressed up against Moon Moon's taint, moist canine nose rapidly huffing in the tail hole that it was now digging into, the tight sphincter giving way slightly to Mark's sheer enthusiasm.
His growing tail began to wag as he blissfully cleaned Moon Moon's whole package.
"Good boy."
The words crackled across what was left of Mark's human mind. No! He didn't like being called that! He... he didn't want to go down on all fours, cleaning his pack mate's ripe canine cock, or clogging his nose with its tail hole musk. Except he did. He needed it. Each wavering human thought that formed was quickly subsumed by the unceasing devotion he had to this husky in front of him. A burning passion to cede his worries and concerns to the euphoric instincts of the feral beast he was becoming. The dog that he wanted to be.
"Can't strooop..."
He let out a completely canine whine.
What remained of his shirt burst apart from his expanding chest, leaving him with only the new silver and black fur coat to cover him. His fully canine member finally slipped free of its sheath, pre freely bubbling from the tip that his new paws could no longer stimulate.
"Someone get the new collar," he heard Aarav say, but he no longer understood or cared to understand the words. His only concerns were cleaning and huffing and lapping and sniffing.
With the last vestiges of human resistance smothered, Mark slowly dragged his drooling doggy tongue from the tip of Moon Moon's phallus, smearing the bestial pre between his tongue up across the length to the knot before cupping each drool coated orb.
But there was more. As satisfying as it was to let his tongue marinate in the salty sour tang of the husky's pre-cum, there was one spot that Mark had been lost in, even before he knew it was what he wanted. A spot that remained thus far un-worshipped, unwashed, and uncleaned. Maybe there was some part of him that still recognized what he was doing, but that part held no sway over his feral mind.
His tongue slurped unerringly upwards, then dove into the canine’s anus. The explosion of musky pheromones that engulfed his tastebuds was matched by the sheer satisfaction of submitting to the canine instincts, resulting in a blast of pre from his already dribbling doggy dick.
He drove his tongue deeper and deeper, his still sniffing nose pressed into the fluff of the husky's tail. He didn't want to stop. He couldn't. The musky dog odour he had been drunk on now constituting his every sense. And that was all he wanted. His veiny penis leapt as the thought sent him over the edge.
Viscous ropes of his seed painted the laminate flooring as his whole body shuddered to his first canine orgasm. He never stopped licking or huffing. It was like the act fueled his orgasm, knowing, in whatever capacity his doggy brain could fathom, just how pleased he was to give in to the urges and be such a good good boy.
Aarav watched the new frat dog finish his transformation, pleased. It took a while for him to stop cumming, as these things did, but even when he did, he didn't stop snuffling and lapping at his fellow husky's rear.
"Clean that up, boy."
The new husky eagerly did so, lapping at the semen he himself had spilt. Aarav couldn't suppress his laugh as he watched the husky discover with delight its newfound affinity for the equally musky fluid. Its eagerness led the former pledge to collapse head first into the messy puddle of sticky fluids as it desperately flailed his tongue around, nose constantly twitching.
“Just wait ‘till he finds out the other one hasn't cum yet,” mused a frat member, handing Aarav a collar.
"Guess he won't be wanting that beer after all.”
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