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Orientation day was simultaneously overwhelming and an absolute drag. Stacks of mascot-plastered brochures, voices droning on and on about this and that, and the steady pressure of committing to a career we'd devote the rest of our miserable lives to. Like I said, an overwhelming drag.

I was one of the lucky ones. I knew what I was going to college for. The same couldn't be said for many of my new classmates. There were several members of my orientation group looking a bit bug-eyed, and a few of them downright petrified by the word-vomit spewed at their faces. There were a handful like me, having a decent idea what they planned to pursue, and another handful who just didn't give a shit. But despite our cultural, situational, financial, and boundless other differences, we all shared one thing in common: interest in college Greek life.

"...Now if any of y'all are curious about Greek society on campus, there'll be booths at the end of the tour to learn more! Any other questions before we wrap things up?"

Our "orientation captains"--already digging into the college mascot's pirate theme. I'm sure that'll never get old--led us back to the central hub of the campus ring, ushering us into a large hallway lined with fancy pillars that rose from floor to ceiling. Booths lined both walls and stretched around the far bend, ranging in all sorts of different interests and activities. It seemed like enough to spend the rest of the morning and some part of the afternoon getting through, if you were to stop at every last booth. There was a pattern I found that quickly narrowed the selections to a manageable number.

First off, there were the musician booths--bands and other things that were immediately of no interest to me. I'd gotten my satisfaction with playing instruments when I was in elementary school. Never picked up anything remotely musical in the last eight or so years. If the booth had any cadence to it, I was out.

Next were several sports-related memberships. Some were interesting, others less so. I wasn't against breaking a sweat, so I talked with a few anthros and picked up a few more pamphlets, though nothing caught my attention for too long. Something to look out for in the future, maybe.

There was a plethora of academic booths, but those were almost less interesting to me than the band ones. I was interested in becoming an engineer, just like my dad. That didn't mean I was seeking every possible opportunity to nerd out. I liked figuring things out at times, and I equally liked going brain off at other times; sometimes I think it's nice not to think, ya know?

What really drew my eye, and the eyes of plenty of my classmates, were the several fraternity and sorority booths clustered at one end of the hall. Now there was something worthwhile, at least in my opinion, an opinion influenced by several friends and family:

College is meant for exploring before you're thrown into the real world!

Frats are for living a little, partying a lot, and making some lifelong friends along the way!

I didn't learn shit from school, but I did have a lot of fun faking it!

That last one was not quite so convincing. To be honest, I didn't need much convincing to agree with them. I wasn't gonna blow off my classes--there would be some words from my parents if I did that--but there was nothing wrong with having a good time while I was here. And fraternities were a great excuse for having a great time, disguised with the thin-veiled ideologies of "establishing connections" and "building character" and "becoming a balanced man", whatever all that meant.

As I scanned over the frats, considering who'd I speak with first, a familiar face waved me down.

"What up Cody!"

"Nate?" I walked up to the lanky skunk who stood to the side of one fraternity booth. "I didn't know you were here!"

"Surprise bud!" Nate said, sporting the same goofy grin he used to.

Getting a good look at him, he seemed just about the same as when I'd last seen him; his poofy, black-and-white fur looked good as ever--a sheen I always strived to match with my own black-and-white coat--as did the big, bushy tail trailing up and behind his back. The polo shirt and khaki shorts weren't all too different from the attire I remember, leaving me with a spitting image of the skunk I hung out with in high school.

Skunks were always stereotyped for their potent stink, said to range from nauseating to incapacitating, but that couldn't have been further from the truth from my experience. He'd told me long ago that, with proper care, skunks have no problem smelling as good as any other anthro, and he was right; as I got closer, all I could smell was a subtle ocean breeze scent wafting off his fur. I remembered when he used to smell like fresh pine forest.

"Long time no see--but I guess it won't be that way anymore, hah!" He slapped me on the shoulder like we'd last seen each other only yesterday. "Whatcha been up to my man?"

"Nothing new at all really... last year of high school was a bit of a bore without you and the others around."

The skunk rubbed the scruff of his neck. "Yeah, sucks. We knew it'd be that way--nothing to do 'bout it," Nate said. "Meant to keep in touch, but I'm notoriously bad with that kinda stuff. Outta sight, outta mind, ya know?"

"Yeah, I'm the same," I lied. It didn't bother me enough to hold it over his head. We'd never been super close in our friend group anyways--I hadn't been close to any friends in the group, not for the lack of him trying; he was always the party leader, so to speak, yet no matter his efforts, I always seemed to be excluded from the fun. "Cool that we're back together though."

"For sure! I'll have to introduce you to the boys sometime... although, there would be an easier way of going about that." He dropped back a few steps and snagged a paper from his booth, holding it out for me to take. I scanned over the colorful Greek letters lined at the top of the paper as he told me, "Looks like you were eyeing up the frat booths. Wanna hear me go through my spiel?"

"Go for it," I answered.

Nate made a bit of a show getting back into character: eyes closed and taking a deep breath in, he opened up with a bright smile on his face.

"Hello there, husky I've totally never met before, interested in joining Rho Epsilon Tau? Make no mistake, this is the PREMIERE fraternity experience on campus! We value brotherhood bonding more than any other fraternity, and not just for our college career. If you're looking for a pledge to lifelong companionship, look no further. Yada yada yada... you get the gist."

The brightness fell away a bit as Nate went back to his usual self, a goofy grin settling on the edge of his lips. "So, what do ya think?"

"I think you'd make the worst salesman," I said with a giggle.

"I would, wouldn't I?" Nate said, rubbing his chin with a devilish smirk on his snout. "Welp, I guess my job is done here. Hopefully I've convinced ya to at least consider us; would be sweet to hang again, just like old times."

"Yeah, like old times."

We talked a bit more, reminiscing on said "old times", until I figured it was time to stop taking up all the skunk's time, judging by the annoyed looks from his frat brothers. With a quick goodbye, I slipped off to trail down the remaining booths, my day a little better. He'd been the friend I'd missed most from my high school days, so it was a nice surprise to see him again--and a nicer surprise that he was happy to see me again, too.

I almost didn't care to look at any of the other frats, convinced enough to throw my lot in with Rho Epsilon Tau just to be close again with Nate, but it hardly felt fair to skip out on the rest. Might as well hear them out while I was here. It was a good thing I did, too, because there were some shocking tidbits I picked up about Rho Epsilon Tau.

"Those guys? I'd steer clear of them, unless you're into that kinda stuff."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

The cheetah angled his head at me curiously. "You haven't heard the rumors? Let's just say there's a reason their Greek letters spell out P-E-T."

"...Pet? What's that got to do with anything?"

"Go ahead and take a guess," he answered, chuckling at my ignorance.

I walked away from the cheetah even more confused. I glanced back at Nate, trying to link the word 'pet' to the friendly skunk. He was the same old Nate. Maybe a little more filled out in the face, perhaps a bit more matured, but still the Nate I remembered. Maybe the cheetah was spreading rumors--in which case he needed to up his rumor game.

Or maybe not, because the more anthros I talked with, the more the cheetah's words of warning started to hold some truth.

"...Yeah, you could say that pets are very important to their motto."

"...Only join them if you wanna become a pet, that's all I'll say."

"...You'll become their pet, as in get-fucked-in-the-ass-every-day pet, dumbass."

The last guy, a possum that had a blunt way with his words, finally clued me in on what everyone else had been hinting towards. The newfound information left me with jaw hung wide open in front of the marsupial, who felt it weirdly necessary to add, "If you want to be leaking cum every time you sit down, then that's the frat for you."

He considered my physique with a smirk. "...maybe that is what you want."

"What? No, of course not," I answered, snapping out of my stunned state. "I've never even been with another guy."

"Hmm. Guess we'll see, pretty boy."

I decided to drop out the hall shortly after my flustered escape from the possum. I would've said bye to Nate before I left, maybe asked if he wanted to hang sometime soon... but not after hearing all that. Shit, I was too nervous to even look at him, as if he'd catch my eye, flash me with his iconic smirk, walk up to stand a few inches over me, snap a collar around my neck, have me down to my knees in front of his shorts, a steamy bulge filling my field of vision...

"What the fuck," I said aloud in the confinements of my dorm room, my back leaning against the closed door.

Well, that certainly made orientation a lot less of a drag. It also made it A HUNDRED TIMES more overwhelming. I certainly didn't enjoy how the lingering thoughts of the skunk's tented shorts were starting to tent mine. I sat down on my bed with a scattering of brochures and pamphlets thrown beside me. Picking up the first, I tried to avert my mind elsewhere and focus on something that wasn't my friend's crotch. It turned out to be wishful thinking. I flipped to Rho Epsilon Tau's pamphlet when I realized there was no getting it out of my mind. Now that I knew the truth, it seemed rather obvious what the pamphlet was hinting at, and what Nate had told me. A focus on brotherhood bonding. Maybe they meant that in the literal sense; bondage seemed an obvious way to train a pet.

Stop thinking about it.

Easier said than done. I wish I could turn my brain off now, of all times. I certainly didn't want my first week to be filled with thoughts of being another anthro's pet: slipped into a leash, drug around on all fours for all to see, begging for my owner's attention...

Stop thinking about it!

I stiffened at the sound of the door clicking open again. In came my roommate, a chippy, silver-scaled kobold named Adrian. I'd only met him two days ago, yet we were already getting along like two peas in a pod. The smaller freshman was into similar things that I was, namely playing video games and wasting time being dumbasses. We even dressed in a similar casualness; his bright-colored tee and gym shorts stood out against his silver scales. I silently prayed he wouldn't catch sight of my popped boner; that'd be a spectacular way to immediately ruin our friendship, not to mention how awkward our roommate situation would be thereafter. Thankfully the kobold seemed too distracted in his own thoughts, plopping down on his bed against the opposite wall.

"Phew--that was a lot," he finally said. Adrian turned his head to me, tongue lolling out his mouth. "I'm fried after all that."

"...Tell me about it."

Adrian reached overhead to grab a game controller from the edge of his desk. "Wanna play a bit?"

"Hell yeah. Mortal Kombat?" He nodded in agreement, and I also reached for my controller. I was beyond relieved for a distraction that actually worked, and dismembering your opponent seemed to do the job. Just two dorks focused on the game and nothing else. Worked like a charm. The two of us leaned off the side of our beds, button mashing sounds filling the air alongside a slew of grunts and profanities.

"Hoo yeah!" I exclaimed, matching the round one-to-one as we went into the last round to decide the match. "Ready for a reverse sweep?"

I ended up eating my words, barely scratching him in the last round. I dropped the controller beside me while watching my character on-screen meet their untimely doom with a gruesome fatality.

"Ahh..." Adrian leaned back on his hands, a serene look plastered on his muzzle. "Feels good to be king."

"Yeah, whatever. Don't let it get to your head."

"Speaking of head--where's your head at with fraternities?"

"That was a really weird way of asking that."

"Hah! I know, couldn't stop myself."

I recalled the events from an hour back: seeing my longtime friend Nate, enjoying some guy talk, learning that Nate was involved with some pet cult shit. Normal college stuff. "Uhh, they were all interesting I guess..."

"I'm gonna join Rho Epsilon Tau," Adrian blurted out.

I looked to him with a dumbfounded expression. "Uhh..."

My lack of response caused him to backpedal a bit. "--The other frats were cool, nothing against them; I'll still give rush week a try for sure..."

"...But?" I asked.

"But I just feel like I already belong in PET. None of the others gave me that immediate feeling."

I lowered my voice as I threw caution to my roommate's choice, "You know what the rumors are about them, right? That their Greek letters spell out P-E--"

"Yeah! I'm gonna be someone's pet!" The kobold yipped out.

Oh. So he did know.

"It's such an exciting thought. I honestly can't wait!" Adrian' excitement spilled into happy swishes of his tail and side bobbing of his head, and I could only imagine the dirty, sex-fueled thoughts behind his glazed-over eyes. The kobold snapped out of his daydreaming session to ask me, "I saw you hanging out at their booth for a while. You thinking of joining? Oh--we could be pet roomies!"

PET ROOMIES?!

I found it hard to focus on the game with THAT conjured imagery. While my character on-screen was being perpetually slammed into the ground, I let my thoughts be aired in the room. "I was talking with an old friend from high school, that's all. I'm not interested in... that. Not for me--but all the power to you bud."

"Ah, bummer. I guess the pet roomie dreams were born to die," Adrian said.

Our characters duked it out the next round. Even with my focus honed back in on the game, it wasn't easy getting through the kobold's defenses, especially when he was in the zone. He slipped through every combo I threw. He retaliated against every punch I landed. In the end, he was obviously the better player; today just wasn't my day. I dropped my controller in disgust, watching my character once again be mutilated in extravagant fashion.

"You're not losing on purpose, are you? Only pets would do that."

I gave Adrian a furred middle finger.

"Hey--it was just an observation! You did look a little flustered when we were talking about it..." Before we both readied up for our next matchup, he piped up with a more serious tone. "Loser becomes the winner's pet for an hour."

"Wait, what? No way, I'm definitely not--"

"Not good enough to be a pet? I personally think you'd make a great pet, maybe even better than me."

"It's not that, I..." I stumbled on what to say to get out of this awkward mess.

"I know you've been thinking about it more than you've let on. Don't think that I didn't notice what's sitting at on top of your stack of papers--" He pointed between my open legs, causing me to quickly close them in embarrassment. "It was impossible not to notice the erection you had when I came in."

"I've never done it with another guy!"

There, I finally got it out.

"Sorry." I glanced at my roommate, worried I'd pissed them off. "...Didn't mean to blow up on you like that."

Adrian laughed it off, thankfully. "Dude--you just about announced it to the whole dorm!" Fiddling with his controller while deep in thought, he gave me a quick shrug and said, "I'm not gonna force you if it's not your thing. It was meant to be fun, that's all. Let's just play again--"

"No. No, wait..." I sighed into both hands wrapped around my black and white snout. College years were for having fun. College years were for exploring. College years were for living it up at every chance. "...only if I get to choose my main."

"Deal."

"And you don't get Noob."

"...Deal."

I gripped my controller tightly, realizing what I'd just gotten myself into. This was not how orientation day was supposed to go. Orientation day was supposed to be overwhelming. Orientation day was supposed to be a drag. Orientation was not supposed to get you mixed up with a fraternity known for pet play. Orientation was not meant for contesting with my roommate on which one of us would be the other's pet for a whole freakin' hour. But no big deal--I was playing Cyrax. Adrian wasn't playing Noob.

Everything would be alright, I can do this.

I wouldn't be my roommate's pet.

I wouldn't.

Less than five minutes and two rounds later, it was over. It wasn't even close. My fate to be a pet was sealed with one last fatality.

"Jeez Cody. If you wanted to suck my dick that badly, you could've just asked."

"Dude! Just--shut up and drop your pants."

"Ahh ahh..." the kobold coiled his tail around one side of his hips, thighs spread a little further apart. "The bet was that the loser becomes the winner's pet for an hour, and pets don't get to make commands. Pets listen to commands. Pets do what their owner says." Adrian points a finger downwards. "And right now, your owner wants his pet to lay down on the floor."

"...Do I really--"

"Down pet. Now."

My ears practically disappeared on the top of my head. This is not how I planned things to go. I hadn't planned to crawl on the floor across my dorm room, but here I was on all fours scooting on the cold tile. I hadn't planned to come to a stop in front of my roommate's bed, my face inches away from his crotch, yet here I was.

"What would my pet prefer for his first time?" Adrian asked. A hand reached out to stroke my snout, soft scales rubbing in slow circles against my cheeks. "Something simple would be best; a beginners guide to pet care starts with learning your place as a pet. Where is a pet's place supposed to be?"

The hand stopped rubbing and gripped the bottom of my chin, pointing my face upwards. He expected an answer from his pet.

"Uhm... I'm not sure..."

Adrian didn't respond, only raising his eyebrows a little higher, waiting for a real answer from his pet. Egging me on to say exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Atyourfeet..."

"What was that? Speak up for your master. Where is your place, puppy?"

"At master's feet."

"Good puppy, you are so smart!" Adrian' words were coated with pet talk, all sugary-sweet with praise. Affirming scritches under my chin also let me know I'd done well. Humiliating as it was, I did enjoy his comforting touch... and some part of me also enjoyed the praise, too.

"Alright puppy, time to get in your place--on your back."

I rolled over, dipping lower and lower below my roommate--no, my master. My eyes were level with his calves, then his digitigrade heels, and finally I was looking at the soles of his bare paws above me. My place wasn't at master's feet. My place was beneath them.

"In case you aren't sure where to start, I'd suggest giving some rubs," master said.

His voice was more distant, almost like it was distracted elsewhere. The two paws above idly bounced back and forth, toes flexing one by one down the row. They were nice looking paws: clean, soft, no blemishes at all I'd found--not that I'd ever looked at them before now. Taking one of his paws into my hands, I began my servicing of master's paws.

"Mmm, good puppy. If you want to be a proper pet, you'll learn to enjoy my foot's company." His other foot paw rested on my chest, applying enough pressure to keep me aware of its presence. My fingers kneaded into the arch of his sole and between his padded toes. "I'm loving this already. Are you enjoying this, puppy?"

"...Yes master. I am."

"I hope so. You make such a cute pet."

I was glad master's eyes were focused elsewhere. I wasn't afraid of master seeing my flustered enjoyment--a little apprehensive and ashamed, maybe. I was mostly confused, because master was right: I was enjoying this. I would be an adorable pet.

This wasn't a sudden awakening. I'd imagined this very moment many times over. Submitting myself to the end of a leash, sniffing and licking and sucking wherever my owner desired. I wanted to be stepped on. I wanted to be smothered. I wanted to fulfill every last one of my owner's wishes and cravings and lusts. This should be my dream come true, except for one key difference. My owner wasn't supposed to be a dude!

So why was I loving this so much anyways?

"Keep it up, you're doing an awesome job for your first time. Feel free to enjoy yourself down there however you like." Meaty toes clamped around my entwined fingers while his gentle words continued weeding their way into my head. "I prefer when my puppy enjoys themselves as much as I do--which has me thinking... what makes my pet tick? Or maybe you'd prefer me to figure it out on my own..."

My vision was blocked by scaled digits, hanging inches over my snout. His big toe dips a little lower than the rest. A little more lower... and lower, ever so slow... until a talon is tickling the tip of my nose.

"Do you prefer something more than paw rubs? I love a puppy who knows how to use their tongue; is your tongue any good?"

I hesitantly push my tongue out into the open air, and master accepts the invitation to drag his paw pad against my tastebuds.

Oh, fuck yes~

I did prefer this over paw rubs. I hated to admit that--no, that's not right. I wanted to hate admitting that, but I did not hate who I was. There'd been times when I'd put myself down, told myself that being a slut was wrong. I figured out eventually there was no need to be ashamed. I would let my freak flag fly high. I can be whatever kinda slut I wanted to be, because it felt right.

If felt right to feel the soft texture of master's pad on my tongue. It felt right to taste the savory tones of master's pad on my tongue. It felt right to inhale the fresh musk of master's paws through my nose.

I wanted to be master's paw slut.

"Good puppy... just like that, slut."

I moaned through the pad I was suckling on. I hoped my master could hear my satisfaction. I didn't need him to hear it, however. When his other paw trailed down my belly and pressed into my strained shorts, there was no questioning my enjoyment. Master seemed delighted to feel my tented pleasure. His playful paw squished and nudged at my aching cock. I would've loved to feel those pads against me, but I didn't voice my complaints. Master would tell me to remove my clothes if he wanted them removed.

Master did not tell me anything more. While I lapped at his paws and squirmed at his touch, he continued doing whatever he felt like doing, and right now, he felt like continuing to play Mortal Kombat. I was left to my own devises at the edge of master's bed, left to willingly serve master's paws until I was told differently.

Each pad was licked over and over again, circled by my pink muscle, painted with my dog slobber, until master decided I was ready to move onto the next target. Toes were especially cared for, each one getting plenty of alone time inside my maw. Master liked to wiggle his toe around the wet, steamy confines, careful not to scratch a talon against my gums. Master was very gentle. When he was satisfied, he'd pull his paw up and away, releasing his toe with a squelched pop, only to quickly fill its absence with another.

I did not get distracted from my duties by whatever master did, though I did observe. After an unknown stretch of time playing his game, master switched to his phone. I heard the occasional tapping of claw tips against glass and not much else. Sometimes there was a bit of commotion out in the hallway or out our second-floor window, but the noise always shrunk back to the two of us, my sucking and licking, his tapping and quiet hums of approval.

The paw on my face would switch places every so often with the other. When his freed paw no longer had access to tease my crotch, master would place the fattest paw pad over my eyes, blocking my vision completely. Losing one sense heightened my awareness of others. The clasping paws around my snout feel relaxed but capable of pinning me down if needed. A mixture of my spit and master's musk saturated the air I breathed in. Master's taste was lost behind several coats of saliva, much to my disappointment. I didn't slow or stop my servicing when I'd finished cleaning his paws or when the discomfort in my jaw was passing from tired to near painful. I would only be finished when I heard master's voice say so.

My patience would be rewarded. My servitude would be commended. Master would acknowledge his pet when he was ready.

"Alright puppy, time's up."

Master's paws lifted up and away from my face. I was done. Was master pleased? Was I a good puppy? I rolled up to a sitting position, seeing master's face for the first time since I'd been left to clean his foot paws. Master did look happy, but I needed him to say it. I needed to hear him sing his praise of my hard work.

"Good, good puppy," master said.

Both his hands cupped my cheeks, and I melted on the spot. I'd gotten exactly what I wanted. I'd heard exactly what I needed to hear. Right now, I needed nothing else in the world--though I accepted bonus ear strokes and head pats and cheek rubs.

"Yes, you're my good pup. Come here, up on my lap."

I shimmied up onto the twin bed, dropping belly down with my head resting in master's lap,. He continued to pet me, and I was more than happy to let him continue. He did a wonderful job massaging my jaw. It made sense that he knew it'd be sore, seeing as he enjoyed being a pet himself. He could've fooled me with his dominant act just now, but there was no fooling myself. My submission had been so easy, so wholehearted, that there was no denying it.

"Fuck--I'm a pet," I said.

"Duh."

"Fuck you."

The massaging hand lifted away as the kobold said, "You want to repeat that again?"

"No mast--no." I caught my slip up too late, letting the word roll off my tongue without any hope of taking it back.

Adrian resumed his scratching under my chin again, already becoming aware of my weak spots. "Calling me master already? You really are a needy pet." Adrian knew I wouldn't refute his words, otherwise I'd lose petting privileges. "So... I did stretch the time a liiiiittle bit... almost by another hour, only cause you were loving it--and it was kinda nice to be on top for once."

The scratching didn't stop, and I began to be lulled into a peaceful state, eyes closed and breathing slowed. I flipped over on my side to get more comfortable, ignoring his mention of my punishment being nearly doubled. That didn't sound like a bad thing. Was it supposed to be a bad thing? Should I be upset about being lied to? He did it for my benefit. And like he said--I was enjoying it. I would've been disappointed if we stopped short. His toes wouldn't have been properly cleaned. His paw pads would've been woefully ignored. Master deserved proper treatment.

Not master. My roommate. Not master. My friend.

An audible cough drew my attention. Another audible cough forced me to open my eyes. I blinked, focused, blinked again, and I was suddenly aware of the crotch inches away from my face. Now that I noticed, there was a particular smell that'd been tickling my nose. I side-eyed the kobold's face, but he wasn't staring back at me--his eyes were focused down at the lower half of my body.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Adrian asked.

Oh. He was looking at that head. Apparently the kobold's smell had been doing more than just tickling my nose. There was definitely a noticeable bulge down there, I didn't need to look to know that. I shouldn't be embarrassed about Adrian spotting it, not when he'd just been rubbing on it for nearly two hours, but apparently that didn't matter.

"We could... service each other, like..." I watched him crudely explain his intentions: a loose fist pumping up and down in front of his open mouth was detailed enough for me to understand. Judging from my reaction--or my lack of a positive reaction--he tagged on, "--or we could head to dinner."

"Yes!"

I sat up quickly, looking to the opposite wall. My dresser mirror reflected his face clearly--and the scaled hand suspended just behind my right shoulder. Before his touch could be felt on my fur, I leapt to my feet and busied myself tidying my side of the room. "Yeah, dinner sounds good to me. We should head out."

"Sure thing... but you might wanna change shorts before we go."

"You really didn't know?"

I shook my head at Adrian' question, unable to speak over a mouthful of spaghetti noodles.

"Shit dude." He stabbed down with the edge of his fork on his quesadilla, splitting off a piece. "That's actually hilarious."

"Shove it."

"I mean, come on, everyone knows. How did you not know?"

I shrugged helplessly to my roommate. "Sorry I didn't get the memo! Must've missed the letter that explained everything I needed to know about the fraternity specializing in fucking pet play," I said, frustrated enough to let a growl escape my throat at the end of my tirade. "How is that even allowed? If everyone knows about it, why hasn't it been shut down?"

"That's my bad, let me clarify: everyone that needs to know, knows. It's a tight-lipped secret otherwise."

"What about the other frats? They clearly know about it. Why don't they snitch?"

"And stop the supply of free blowjobs whenever they feel like it?" The kobold leaned into the table, hands tapping against the wooden top. "Think about it--this frat draws in free-use sluts and lends them out to the rest of Greek life as a gesture of good will, helping bring in more members for the other frats, too. Why would you give that up?"

I didn't have any answer for that. It all tracked in my head, despite how batshit crazy it sounded. Adrian leaned back again, satisfied that he'd finally gotten through to me.

"There's a reason Greek society is thriving, and it sure as shit isn't cause of the 'small campus feel' crap."

"...how did I not know?" I asked.

"No idea--a mistake, clearly."

"What does that mean?"

Adrian gave me the biggest smirk he could muster; I could understand every word written across his scaly snout.

You know exactly why.

I push back against his all-knowing look. "Maybe it wasn't a mistake. Maybe I wasn't chosen for their little pet cult."

Adrian' smirk didn't go away.

"Oh--piss off. Fine!" I rolled up another load of spaghetti around my fork. "...Maybe it was a mistake."

"There's no maybe to it, Cody. You're a prime recruit. They would've been bothering you endlessly over the past few weeks. I should know; got a handful of emails from them."

That got me curious. "What did they say to you?"

"Lots of cryptic shit, probably to keep it down low--in case a potential recruit gets all uppity about it. Gotta read between the lines to understand what it all means: an invitation for pets and pet owners alike."

"There's pet owners too?"

"Who else do you think is doing the pet training?" Adrian pointed his fork to himself. "Don't think what I did back at the room is what you should expect if you joined. I'm just a sub that can fake a dom's role decently. I only gave you a taste of what the real thing is like--at least, what I hope it will be like."

I considered what he said while also considering what we'd done. He was right. The pet play that'd gone down just a half-hour back was probably the tamest shit imaginable. I'd already conjured up fake scenarios far more degrading than what we'd done... with a lanky, grinning skunk standing over me in each one.

No, I needed to stop thinking about him like that. Just a high school friend. Just my friend. He wouldn't have brought me here just so he could own me, right? No. He would've said something before today. A call, a text...

"Wait--did you say something about emails?"

"Yeah..." the kobold's eyes narrowed on me. "Do you remember getting one?"

I already had my phone out on the table in front of me, clicking on the app. "I think so. It was one email, but I remember marking it as..." I clicked a few more buttons, and our question was answered. "Junk mail."

I flipped the phone around for him to see the dozen emails in my junk folder, all marked with Rho Epsilon Tau in the title.

"You dumbass," he said to me, a bit too honestly for my liking.

"Shut up--it looked like bullshit spam! I like to keep my inbox cleaned, it's not my fault!"

"I knew huskies were supposed to be dumb, but..."

"How about you kiss my husky ass."

Adrian tilted his horned head. "Is that an invitation?"

"What? No--I'm not--"

I groaned when the right words wouldn't line up in my head. Adrian wasn't saying anything yet. Seemed like he was waiting for me to collect my thoughts, so I did just that.

"I'm not sure what I want and don't want right now. I'm not even sure what I like and don't like, who I'm comfortable sharing my interests with."

I was ready to be goaded on by the kobold. Would I be able to resist? Could I put my foot down? I was a people pleaser at heart. I didn't like being the one to say no, to tell someone to back off. It was already hard enough to do so back at the dorm room, when Adrian suggested a blowjob to drain my hefty balls.

"Fair enough."

I didn't expect that.

"I'm not gonna pressure into something you don't want." Adrian set his fork down, food forgotten as he consoled my worries. "I value my roommate's friendship more than what he's packing. Besides, I'd prefer not making the rest of this semester awkward as fuck between us."

"That's exactly the thought I had earlier."

"Well, I'm glad that we're both on the same page of not doing things we'd regret."

"Yeah," I agreed.

We both went back to eating until both our dinner plates were cleaned up and placed on the kitchen conveyor. It wasn't until we were out the cafeteria hall that Adrian spoke up again.

"You do have to make a decision pretty soon."

I looked down to my friend walking beside me. "I do?"

"I'm assuming you're still considering joining the frat, right?"

"...I suppose so."

"Then figure your shit out quick dude," Adrian said, picking at his teeth with a claw. He spit out whatever was bothering him before continuing to lecture me. "Rush week starts next Thursday. Not much time left."

Adrian was right. I needed to figure out where I stood. I needed to decide what I wanted--and what I wanted was to be happy. What would make me happy?

I recalled what had made me happy today. Seeing an old friend had been one. Bonding with a new friend had been another. And the third: making my master happy. I did admit aloud to being a pet earlier today.

Did I believe what I'd said?

"I'll get myself sorted out," I told my roommate.

Now I only had to back up that claim.