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Losing one challenge could only be treated as a frustration if Adaeze was ever going to make her way into the fraternity, but if she had anyone to confide in, she would have admitted how nervous she was with her current predicament.

"The first round is over, with Turk in the lead!" the chairman of the fraternity was only making it worse as her competition smirked at her from across the logo on the floor of the main hall. "Tonight will be a best of five competition, with each contest building toward the ultimate finale...and neither one of them has any idea what the challenges could be!"

Turk was riding high at the moment, but he felt as if he was on a reality television show, and his early success was all part of a script for him to be built up, and summarily torn down at the last second.

He really didn't have any clue what to expect; he made it a point to stay sharp, and keep his focus on the task at hand, even if he was struggling to look away from Adaeze in his moment of glory.

"The next task is already set up and waiting for you two in the parlor. Head on over to the pool table for a game that we're sure you're gonna enjoy!"

A shorter gentleman of an odd stripe pattern, the chairman exuded the kind of energy needed to organize and rally a fraternity that was looking at such a small incoming class. He'd been hyping up the competition for weeks beforehand, and the turnout from the current members of the fraternity was better than he ever could have hoped.

He only had to point a digit at the pool table for Turk and Adaeze to sprint for it, each one believing that speed might have something to do with the challenge.

True to her species, Adaeze was brilliantly quick, and beat Turk to the edge of the pool table. "All that beer slowing you down?" she taunted him, finding her breath easily.

"N...No! Not even a little bit!" Turk had to take a longer breath as his paws settled on the edge of the green felt. Already, the balls were racked in a diamond shape on the table, set up for a classic game of nine ball, but they shook from the force of Turk landing against the table so quickly.

He could hear the tsk tsk coming from behind as the chairman shook his head. "We've gotta touch those up, now. That's a party foul!"

There was high school partying under Turk's belt to imagine that he'd be tossed some kind of a drink and forced to chug it as an extra recompense, but when one was held out to him, it wasn't the kind that he expected.

"...Water?"

"When you force us to reset the table, yeah; you get water!" It made perfect sense when it was said out loud, even though every other party he'd ever been to would have rewarded him with a beer. "Now chug this while we set those back up!"

Shrugging, Turk twisted off the cap and began gulping down the refreshingly cool liquid, deciding that there were worse things to drink after an impromptu footrace. He could feel Adaeze staring him down and giggling the fluids bulged out his throat, but there was something softer in her gaze than the usual intensity of her competitive spirit.

If she's showing me even an ounce of sympathy, I've gotta take advantage of that, he thought, but his innards twisted at the idea.

"All right! Now that the table is set..._yet again..._this is no ordinary game of nine ball! You have to make the shots in order, same as always, but each time you sink a ball, your opponent has to take as many drinks as the number you made!"

The incentive was clear and instant. Adaeze didn't want to show how nervous she was about taking on such a vast quantity of alcohol, but it was hard not to look overwhelmed when a tall, massive drink was carried out by a pair of current members.

Turk was brought his own equal drink, and even next to the tall, powerful stallion, the size of the glass was simply impressive. The faintest aroma of hops radiated from the container, giving him only the slightest relief that he wasn't going to die from alcohol poisoning that night...but he'd desperately have to use the bathroom after the game was over.

Getting it in before the game started was wiser.

"Hey, uh...Chairman guy?"

"Just call me Jay, pledge. What's up?"

"Mind if I bleed the lizard before we start?"

"That's offensive to three of our members," he murmured, "And yes, I do mind. You should have thought to go before you came!"

Such a response made Turk wonder if there was even a bathroom in the building, but he immediately dispatched it and turned his attention to Adaeze, who was already rubbing chalk onto a pool cue.

"What's the matter? Is the bladder not proportionate with the rest of ya?" she asked, finding that teasing him about his own pressure made hers easier to deal with.

"Like that even remotely matters," Turk fired back. He grabbed a pool cue as the crowd continue to shrink around them, and the table.

Their focus was admirable, as Adaeze took the cue ball and the initiative. "I'll break," she claimed it aloud before taking her time with the position of the ball, moving it around in the legal area before settling on a shot from the corner.

CRACK! The satisfying impact of the cue against the other balls rang out even in the rowdy crowd, and Adaeze beamed as the one and three balls each found their way into a pocket.

She wanted to know just what the fraternity considered to be a singular drink and thought that Turk would be a much better guinea pig for that.

The fraternity was surprisingly careful with their beer: The massive glass that it came in was fitted with an even longer straw, reducing the likelihood of a spill, and making it that much easier for them to chug from their drinks while moving around the pool table. A reluctant Turk glared at Adaeze as he wrapped his lips around the straw and took in a gulp...and waited.

"I guess that's one," Jay said."

It was a full gulp that caused his throat to bump out a little bit; Adaeze knew that she couldn't handle drinking that much volume without bursting.

She turned her focus back to the table and sunk the two ball with ease, giving Turk a total of six drinks to handle already. The straw never left his muzzle as he watched her, and a pair of current members watched Turk's glass to make sure the beer was actually disappearing.

"She's a natural...you could be in trouble, big guy!"

It was tough for the impala to keep from gloating, but she'd heard more than once that pride came before a fall, and her shot on the four ball was at a tough angle.

She was able to just sneak the cue ball past the clutter and edge the four into the pocket, and as she sighed with relief, Turk rolled his eyes and kept up his pace, gulping down drink after drink from the massive beer.

His gut was nearly starting to swell from the sheer volume of it, but he was determined to keep going. Thanks to the straw, he could go at his own pace, but there was so much of it that he couldn't imagine anyone finishing a glass in one sitting.

His pace finally slowed as Adaeze chained the five ball into the seven, skipping ahead in the order and leaving only the five, six, eight and nine on the table.

"She's got a smooth, graceful strike and she is killing it!" Jay cheered her on with the rest of the fraternity as everyone around joined in with their own booze. The noise and clapping was added pressure, but Adaeze narrowed her brow on the five ball and sunk it with delicate ease...before just narrowly missing the six.

Three of the four highest totals were still on the table. Even though Turk was already bogged down with beer, Adaeze couldn't help worrying just a little bit about what he might do with the opportunity.

"We've marked his glass...he's still got a few drinks to get through, but the winner of nine ball is the one who sinks the nine, so this is still anyone's game!"

Turk was less graceful in his approach. The domineering stallion leaned over the table and drilled the six ball home with pent frustration, and the cue ball rolled perfectly to set up on the eight.

He could have easily tapped it into the corner pocket, but that wouldn't have given him quite the same satisfaction as pummeling it into the pocket and drawing a greater cheer from the crowd.

"Just like that, fourteen drinks go to Adaeze!" Jay declared, sending the impala tilting forward to her straw. Her pace was impressive, but the judges on either side of her were making her work for a single drink, until she noticed the very fine line on the side of the glass.

One drink was not one drink, in this game.

"Call your pocket and sink your shot, Turk! It's all you now!"

Adaeze couldn't afford to fall behind another challenge, but all she could do was stare Turk down as she continued with gulp after gulp of the plentiful beer in front of her.

Such a refreshing drink would have been a nice consolation prize, if she didn't already have to pee so bad from the sheer quantity of it.

"Oooh...a _near_miss!" Jay called out, bringing Adaeze's focus back to the table. Her eyes widened as the cue ball stopped after a bounce, and lined up perfectly with a shot to the nine in the corner.

She could make the shot in her sleep, even after getting halfway through her drinks.

"You're up, Adaeze!"

Taking one more full, satisfying drink, Adaeze sighed melodramatically and stood up from her stool with a bit of a wobble. She gripped her pool cue and smiled bashfully at some of the crowd as they giggled, but she regained her pose as she leaned over the pool table, her backside stuck right out at Turk.

"I felt you staring at me when I left, yesterday. Did you enjoy the show?" she spoke just loud enough that he'd hear her over the crowd, before skillfully guiding the nine ball into the pocket. "Or was this one a little better for you?"

Her rump popped again as she bounded up and cheered with the crowd. Their applause filled the entire frat house as another nine drinks were added to Turk's already staggering total, but he wasn't allowed to leave his stool until he finished them all.

They were going to be there for a minute, and in the basement, the final challenges were already getting staged.

**

Almost every game at a college party was some variation of a drinking game that already existed. The long chug was suited to Turk, who was already getting tipsy and had the belly for such a challenge, while the beer mile was perfect for Adaeze, who likely could have beaten Turk's time even if she was chugging a pair of them.

Both contestants were inebriated, but that wasn't enough to keep them from dancing in place as they looked for the nearest restroom the entire night. Each time they got anywhere close to a bathroom, another member of the fraternity turned them away and pushed them back into the crowd, and somehow, neither one of them was connecting the dots just yet.

Down in the basement, the stare held between the stallion and impala was of dire intensity, ramped up by the fact that they were each worried they'd pee themselves if they lost focus.

"We're all tied up at two games a piece!" Jay declared as the fraternity gathered in the plain, eerie basement of the frat house. It looked like an old cafeteria that was rarely used, complete with tile floors that hadn't been updated since the 50's and tacky drop ceiling that was in desperate need of replacing.

The usual tables and chairs that were set up had all been pushed to the side, making room for the competitors to occupy the middle of the space. The entire fraternity was circled around them, all snickering with a grain of knowledge that Turk and Adaeze had yet to find.

"Those of you who've passed this test know how hard it is...and you've known the real challenge was coming all night. These two have to... wait it out!"

Both Turk and Adaeze looked confused, but the entire fraternity was cheering thunderously...and _stripping_rapidly.

"The real mark of any Pikapps member is how much they love that delightful pressure they feel when they've really gotta go...and as you two can see, the rest of our brethren aren't afraid to embrace that enjoyment!"

The basement went from a slightly creepy battleground to a cesspool of lust in concerningly rapid fashion for the pair of contestants, who watched the intensity fade from each other's eyes.

"Are they...?"

"Masturbating?" Turk completed her thought. "Yeah. And some of them are doing a lot more than that."

The best kept secret of the PiKapps society was revealed to a pair who weren't sure if they were into the kink in the first place, but to have come so far, Turk wasn't willing to just give up his spot in the fraternity.

"If it's too much for you, there's no shame in throwing in the towel here, Adaeze."

She cocked a brow and tilted her head, the sharp tips of her horns pointing toward the crowd. "Sounds to me like you're a kinky little pony who just wants all the fun to himself, Turk."

Was worth a try,_he thought. _But I need to get her to leave soon. I've gotta pee so bad that it hurts!

Adaeze's thighs were squeezed tight together for the same reason. She'd already felt a drop or two sneak onto the crotch of her panties, but she was still in the game, for a moment longer.

She wanted to giggle defiantly to accent her point to the stallion, but doing so would have broken the seal.

"The fact that you're still trying to get in says a lot more about you."

Whether Turk was right or not, Adaeze would have time to worry about later. She knew he was trying to shake her focus, and unfortunately for her, it was working.

She wanted to deny the trickle of warmth that she felt creeping down the inside of her thigh, but there was no way for her to hide it from the crowd. An air of lust surrounded the moment as some of the current members gathered closer to her, admiring the way that she squirmed and struggled, but the real treasure of the show was when a golden stream finally seeped through the crotch of her leggings and began splashing against the floor.

She couldn't remember ever being so embarrassed, but the crowd was only driven into a wilder fervor by the sight of her urine. With a full-fledged orgy around her, Adaeze wasn't sure what to feel, but something else kept her from wallowing in defeat.

There was no telling when Turk lost control of his own bladder, but he wasn't content to keep it in his pants. Already flustered and warm in the cheeks, Adaeze gasped as she watched the impressive, equine length pulsing over the edge of his jeans; Turk gave up then and there in the middle of the floor, and his yield was nothing short of impressive to watch.

Adaeze felt a different warmth gathering at her folds just at the sight of it, even when Turk's expression winced with frustration. He was trying desperately to stop the stream, but already a puddle was forming in the middle of the floor, and nothing could be done to stop it.

No one was complaining about the bonus of seeing his cock in its impressive glory, but the cheering crowd was settled by Jay, who wandered back in from the crowd and watched as each competitor completely lost control.

The poor impala was soaked from the waist down, her crotch a proper mess and her inner thighs coated with her own piss. The splash from Turk's intensity meant that his jeans were stained with it, as well, and his larger body created such volume on the floor that some of the members were making jokes about putting in a swimming pool.

It wouldn't be an easy decision.

"You guys...none of you were paying attention when they broke down, were you?"

The crowd was far past the point of being controlled, or controllable. The chairman of the fraternity accepted the fact and looked at his pledges, seeing how hard they'd worked for their entry rights, and the shame that was slowly melting from their faces as they quickly picked up on this being the norm at the PiKapps house.

He shook his head, but grinned as he walked to the middle of the floor. He took each one by the paw, and lifted their arms up to the ceiling.

"It's a tie, everyone! And since we've got no rules in place for how to break such a thing...I'm making an executive decision that you both are granted entry into the PiKapps family!"

Competition and intensity broke down in an instant for the estranged pair. Those in the crowd who coul hear began cheering all over again as Adaeze and Turk looked to their new chairman with disbelief, but overshadowing that was relief unlike any they'd ever known.

"Do...do you mean it?!" Adaeze simply had to ask.

"I mean it, and I call the shots around here...now take your pants off and stay a while, kids!"

Turk was already halfway out of his jeans when he learned that he was allowed to stay. He could see that Adaeze was struggling a bit with her leggings, given the sheer volume of fluid that stuck them into her fur, and decided it was only right to be a good sport after a well-fought battle.

"Need a hand?" he asked, watching as the chairman disappeared back into the crowd.

She looked up at him with a half smirk. Struggling for a few moments longer, she let out a breath and sighed before nodding. "You've been waiting to do this to me since you first laid eyes on me, haven't you?"

He wasn't quite ready to admit that, but with her permission, he helped to yank her legging down to her ankles. She rolled back into the mess and kicked her legs up in the air, and with his help, they were yanked free and tossed into the puddle...but they went no further.

"And if I have been?"

"Then you should have just said so at the start," she teased. Bounding up out of her own fluids and grinning, she turned and gave Turk the briefest flash of her backside, allowing her folds to sit between her thighs before she ran into the crowd with a cheer, eager to be congratulated.

She was drunk, and Turk knew it; it didn't feel right to make a move just yet, but when they were both sober...he would have to ask her what she thought of their little competition.