Trick
Bronzewing and I are at it again! This time we take a look at Alpha Delta Iota's Halloween party, where there's much fun to be had by all. No macro this time, though....or is there? Check back soon.
An iguana bedecked in a hoodie wobbled briefly on a small step ladder before regaining his balance. The lizard, who begrudgingly pulled his cherry-red sleeves back to get a better grip on his staple gun, was hanging the last of the decorations for his frat's renowned Halloween party. Well, soon-to-be frat, to be fair. As the newest pledge, his hazing was not nearly as difficult as some of the others around campus, but he was still tasked with the dirty work no one else wanted to do. He told himself with each reverberating shot of the gun it would all pay off in short order. Year after year, it promised to be a Dionysian night flowing freely with liquor and sex. And if you were in the frat, you could have the first pick of either. His older brother told him that, his friends told him that, hell, it was practically advertised in their brochure.
"Hand me those spider webs." Areon was not alone on the nippy October morning. He motioned over to a gray dragon, splaying his own emerald, webbed fingers out. His pledge brother, his crush, silently bundled up the pile of sticky, stringy white and tossed it to him. Then his head was back down, heavy paws crossed, eyes glued to his phone. Areon stared at his whole body for what felt like a millennium, though it was really just a few seconds. The way his stomach flexed as his body shifted, how his toes danced up and down idly.
They both had the same major, and spent endless nights working together in study sessions, but he still wanted to get closer. From what Areon heard the two had a lot in common. The iguana hadn't made a move yet, but maybe the party would be a perfect opportunity. He draped the fake webs with his mind quickly floating away. Ugh, that look he just gave me.
The dragon knew exactly what he was doing. Sex was his foremost priority, of course, but it was in every dragon's nature to play, to tease, to snatch what their prey so desired right out from under them. So he constantly dropped innuendo, showed off his body, and generally did every little thing that would bottle up his study-mate to the breaking point. Zarian couldn't wait for the load he was going to coax out sooner or later. Preferably during a quickie, as few things riled him up like casual sex. But outwardly he flicked his claws against a bright electronic screen that stuck out so much on an overcast day. Just casually checking his Twitter. While his jeans slipped a little lower.
Zarian wasn't joining the frat just for the iguana, though. It was for the enormous dating pool. He was a looker, by his own estimation, and his broad wings and chest could woo any fire-breather without the humiliation of hazing. But he liked the more exotic species that Alpha Delta Iota tended to attract, and membership would be a great conversation starter. So he was stuck there, leaning against a frozen wall instead of chatting up the baristas at the on-campus coffee shop. He started rattling the reptiles off in his mind to remind himself why he stayed. Crocs, raptors, skinks....
"Woah!"
In a flash Zarian wrapped his powerful arm around the iguana's waist. Out of nowhere the hapless undergrad had completely lost his balance on the ladder. The dragon helped him to the ground and folded the ladder shut. He narrowed his eyes at the mortified iguana, huffing out a cloud of steam.
"Are we done here or what? I have to get to biology."
***
Meanwhile, inside the dorm a colorful gryphon preened nervously as he looked around. Sure, there'd be a keg, shots, and pretty much any booze a partier could want that night, but the brother wanted to push it up another notch. Vidian rifled through the community liquor cabinet until he found the tall, thin bottle he was looking for. The clear liquid sloshed around inside as he carried the bottle by the neck and under his feathered wing into the next room. He didn't want to be seen doing this; he was barely done with pledging, and spiking the punch was a major no-no. But he wanted everyone to have a little fun that night, whether they wanted to or not.
He approached the bowl, filled with a red fruit punch and sitting unguarded in the kitchen. It quaked with even the lightest of footsteps, the tapping of toes like earthquakes. His head probably exaggerated the motion, as he was constantly throwing glances from side to side. Vidian unscrewed the bottle and checked one last time over his shoulder. The booze poured smoothly into the bowl until he decided the amount would be enough to get even the most straight-laced partygoer a little tipsy. The bottle was quickly replaced in the cabinet before he took the bowl between two talons and brought it into the living room.
A pangolin was grunting with exertion there as he pushed a threadbare couch into a corner. The tiny thing shuddered to think about how many fluids had found their way onto the cushions over the years. The last time he was there to inquire about joining two raptors were practically fucking in full view. Every time he saw either one around campus from then on, he was reminded of the horrible squelching sound. He was going to need a shower just pushing the sofa around. The rest of the pledges were elsewhere in the room, moving all the furniture to the sides to create a dance floor. Ortan was hoping that he'd finally be popular after all this work, a member of the most exclusive club on campus. Up until that point, he was a painfully awkward engineering major, and it was time to turn over a new leaf.
After placing the bowl down on a table with assorted snacks, Vidian spied the easy target across the room and waltzed over. He half-jokingly pushed the tittering pangolin into the couch. For some reason the little guy really, really, wanted to get back to work and skittered off the cushions.
"Gotta be faster than that if you want to be a brother."
***
A slim fruit bat, clearly a freshman, bounded out of the campus coffee shop, scarf blowing in the wind behind him. With freshly-poured latte in hand, he was running to catch up with his roommate, a tiger shark. The two were almost polar opposites, a hipster to a jock, but they still managed to hit it off. They were walking together on the chilly day, bat to class and shark to the fitness center. The fish playfully punched his friend's shoulder when he finally began to walk, however winded, alongside.
"Going to the party tonight?" Karkais asked, silently envying the warm drink his partner palmed.
"Nah, I mean, I dunno, I'm not much of a partier," Taru trailed off. He was frustrated. He wanted to get out more, he really did, but the bat was too shy to do much of anything outside attending class to date.
"C'mon man, I'll be your wingman and everything! You need to let loose every once in a while."
The bat adjusted his bag, taking a sip of his hot drink before acquiescing. Maybe this would be the day everything changed. "Alright, maybe for an hour or something."
***
The fruit bat scribbled out his professor's last few words, eagerly clicking his pen as the class was dismissed. He tossed his notebook into his bag, slinging the synthetic material of its strap over his head. When he crossed the threshold out into the evening air, the mammal shivered. As the sun began to set, the temperatures dropped, and a biting, icy wind blew across his velvet-like fur. He rounded the corner of the brick lecture hall until he was relatively alone, and lit up a cigarette pulled from his jean pocket. His parents would kill him if they knew he picked up the habit, but that was the beauty of college. You had freedom. You had choices.
At this time of year, far above his head hung the moon, well before dark. The fiery sun set the sky aglow with a cotton-candy hue. The party was fast approaching, and would be in full swing when the few stars they could see in an urban setting appeared above.
He sat there, people watching for a while, taking long drags. College was such a strange time, filled with classes brand-new to him and people he didn't know. It was also a time of discovery. From a small, rural town, the bat never really had a chance to explore his sexuality. He watched a few cyclists pass by on the road, thinking of a few close friends and how strange, how electric they made him feel. In fact, one was walking by on the sidewalk now, another freshman.
A raccoon, the fellow mammal's bushy tail was tucked close to his body in the cold. The bat snuffed out his cigarette under a shoe and motioned him over.
"Hey, you going to the party tonight? My roommate says it'll be awesome."
Chelk shrugged. "I wasn't planning to, but if you're going I will. I didn't think many freshmen would be there."
The bat tucked his arms into a university hoodie. "Cool. I'll get there maybe an hour after it starts. Be seeing you." He took off walking in the opposite direction, his heart beating a little faster despite his lingering pace.
***
The tiger shark continued his reps, the phone in his pocket feeding him his favorite music. He pulled out his earbuds, though, when a familiar gryphon with a towel around his neck sat on the next bench over. The avian stretched his legs as he revealed his plan to the shark, who let out a heavy sigh and wiped his brow.
"Shit, really? You know getting kicked out of the frat would be nothing compared to what could happen to you." He paused for a beat. "But I want in on it." The two chuckled amid the din of the crowded workout room, a great place to be on such a cold day.
***
Just as the last of the mini candy bars fell into an orange bowl, night was upon the frat. It was time for the party to begin. Areon flicked the inaugural light switch, illuminating the LED-trimmed boughs and siding he had worked throughout the week on. The bash started off slowly, as most parties do, but in due time the frat was crammed with revelers. A male and female raptor pair in particular had looked as though they had a little fun before the party even began.
The dinosaurs migrated to the center of the throng that formed on the dance floor, putting on a show for the buzzed partygoers. As an up-tempo song boomed out of the speakers, she bent over and bounced against his groin. Each slam made his pants a little tighter, his hips a little more eager to return the motion. Even those still resting against the walls sipping their drinks let their gazes linger on the carnal display.
Then the female turned around to face him, pressing their bodies together as she placed her arms on top of his shoulders. Her warm, bare midriff pressed onto his flesh, the impossibly smooth, feminine scales sliding against his own. The overwhelming urge to enter her drilled into his mind. It embarrassed him, as he was truly in love with her, but tonight he was desperate for a fuck. The way her legs wrapped around his body made him think she would be receptive to his advances. He gently led her off the dance floor and into a side hallway.
They fell on one of the brothers' unkempt beds, pulling the sheets askew to make room for their powerfully built bodies. The cheap wood of the basic frame creaked under their weight. She collapsed onto the fabric first, pulling her love on top of her. He pressed his snout into her neck, nipping lightly and relishing the scent of her light perfume. Despite being fully clothed, he still thrust against her, the cold wetness of his pre contrasting with the heat of their bodies. Their tongues danced while he unzipped and disrobed, giving her a sultry look before sliding down the curves of her body. One pull on her thong and a careful brush of his tongue was all it took to convince her to go a little farther. The male wrapped his arms around her back, flipping over her body until he was lying against the bed. She rotated around until his proud shaft met her face. He grabbed her hips, tonguing her folds, flicking against her clit, taking in every detail of her scent, her sex. She slipped his tip across her lips, swirling around and testing how far she could press him down her throat.
When the foreplay was finished, his shaft firmly polished and her warmth fully explored, it was time for the real fun. But after whispering what he wanted to do next into her ear, she relented.
"Mmm, not without a rubber you're not," she placed her claws on her hips.
He tried to kiss her. "But babe, I don't have one on me."
Just when it seemed like the night would fall apart, she fished around in her pocket until she produced a foil wrapper. "You're lucky."
She tore the wrapper with her sharp fangs, making sure not to pierce the latex. Her fingertips pinched the apex as she placed the entire thing over his pulsing tip, sliding down until he was firmly wrapped with a reservoir big enough for a raptor's load. The male firmly twisted her rump around until she faced him once again. His cock slid slickly up and down her ass as they kissed, saving penetration until the perfect moment.
She was moaning, her breasts pushing into his chest as he glided into her. He squeezed his eyes just as tightly as his toes. His head flung back, a groan of his own escaping his throat. She was tighter than he ever would've guessed, a vice-grip around his tool until he was ready to thrust in again. They traded off for the time being, a few thrusts from him, some gyrations from her. She lubed the motion with her own juices that dripped down to mix with his own. The female really wanted to make him spurt, so she sat up and rode him roughly, with fast, short, galloping strokes. He weakly grabbed at her breasts, out of his mind in pleasure.
His legs bent at the knees as he pulled her body close to his. He gripped her rump as he took over the motion, hungrily jackhammering into her. The wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. She was so wet that he was afraid the condom was going to slip off. It was the best sex of his young life, but like all good things it had to come to an end. The wave was coming, and he pushed up to his balls as his creamy wad exploded into the condom. His groin contracted against her as he was pumped dry. After a kiss he pulled out, hopping up and yanking off the used latex to throw in the trash. It landed with a small plop before he was back in bed, carefully guiding the female's movements as she licked off what remained from his shaft.
***
The pangolin sat against the wall, lapping up the punch happily with his straw-like tongue. It had a weird taste, like a bite to it that he couldn't place. The sip burned as it traveled down his throat. But it was a good way to pass the time without actually approaching anyone. His paw tapped against the wall to the beat of the music, and he mostly spent the time people-watching. Seeing other couples slowly pair off and head off for parts unknown, while he was just standing there like an asshole. Ortan sighed.
But then those thoughts were pushed aside. He began feeling really weird. Really horny. Like the bass was making him hard. Like he wanted to run out to the floor and cram his cock into the nearest hole, rutting away until he came. Ortan could feel himself blushing despite outwardly remaining still and silent, and he knew he had to relieve the pressure inside him as soon as he could. The pangolin remembered there was a closet just down the hallway. That would have to do. He ducked into the small room, flicking on the lights and locking the door behind him. With the distant sound of music, he unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, exposing his briefs.
The pangolin put his weight on the drywall behind him. It allowed the mammal to thrust his hips out while brushing his paws over the erogenous zones of his chest. One slipped under the elastic band of his briefs, crawling down the unarmored flesh until he received a wonderful tingle up his spine. He sighed, not worrying about making noise considering how raucous the party had gotten outside.
His paws dug into the wall in front of him, toes gripping the molding. He was fully nude now, masturbating sloppily in his drunken state. The pangolin's fingerpads grazed over his tip, lubed with pre, tingling with pleasure. Ortan let a few erotic scenes play out in the theater of his mind to push him to the edge, the pre drizzling down onto the floor between his feet. Finally, with a high-pitched groan, he let loose nowhere in particular. The mammal's load crashed against the wall facing him, the spurts crawling down the wall after each muscular burst.
The pangolin pressed a paw to his chest, steadying himself as his heaving breaths started to come down. The floor was spattered in his pleasure. Some of the drops managed to splash back onto his body, his clothes. In a lusty haze he just brushed his feet over the floor, trying to conceal as much of his shame as possible. When the reality of what he had just done crashed down on his head, the mammal quickly zipped up and pushed his way out of the closet. His face was still flush, but thankfully the house was dark enough to conceal his visage.
Now there was the question of how to finish cleaning up. Ortan couldn't spend the rest of the night as sticky as he felt. A trip to the shower was the only solution, and although he wasn't quite initiated, he didn't think anyone would mind on that particular night. He wormed his way past a couple falling over each other on the stairs, and reached the empty communal showers. His clothes came off once again, grabbing a random towel from the entrance.
Ortan's lithe body welcomed the torrent of cool water after he twisted the knobs. He knew well warm would just make the situation worse. The drops caressed his soft chest, rolling down his torso until they ran over and mixed with the drying goo. The cold ran down his legs and between his toes next, making him shiver with pleasure. His feet splashed in the little puddles of water as he scrubbed for a few minutes. The pangolin shut off the stream and began to towel off, feeling reenergized, and certainly more sober, from the shower. For now it was time to go back home and pass out. He showed face at the party and would be a brother in no time.
***
Of course the gray dragon had the largest crowd around him. A small gaggle of scalies were like an assembly line of adoration, as the drake spent a few minutes heavily grinding on an eager reptile before it was onto the next one. This is fucking awesome, the narcissist happily hummed to the tune of a rap song in his head.
The iguana decided to hang further back, taking in the sights. An attractive pair of raptors were stumbling off, probably to fuck in the back. No, _definitely_to fuck in the back. At least there was another lost like he was, a pangolin leaning by himself against the wall. Just when he was about to walk over and strike up a conversation, the mammal staggered off behind a large group and disappeared. It was then the dragon had finally reached him, drunker than ever, immediately grabbing his ass. He guided Areon's movements through the slower song, mostly by making sure his hands took in all of the beast's powerful curves.
Zarian, significantly taller, leaned down into the iguana's ear. "Liking what you feel?" Areon just blushed nervously despite how corny he thought that sounded. The dragon could do and say whatever he wanted with the reptile, and both knew it. "C'mon, let's go somewhere more private."
Zarian grabbed the iguana's wrist as they practically ran down the hall looking for somewhere to fuck. A small closet seemed perfect. The dragon wrenched it open and stuffed Areon inside first before squeezing in behind. The two were close enough for their feet to touch, and after a short, non-committal peck, the dragon pushed down gently on the iguana's head to get him on his knees. The reptile, faced with little more than a bulge pressing into his snout, unzipped Zarian's pants and fumbled around inside until he pulled out a handful of plump dragon meat. It was a brilliant dark purple that pulsed as it got harder. Like with all dragons the shaft was dotted with spikes and ridges, more stimulating than any sex toy could hope to achieve. Areon's scaly hand curled around it and began to pump from side to side.
The iguana looked up quizzically at the dragon, as if asking if he was doing alright. He was too embarrassed to admit he was a virgin, and hadn't masturbated another person before. The dragon smirked and wordlessly pressed his paw against the back of the iguana's head. His shaft slid against the underside of the kneeling reptile's nose, providing a delightful pressure against his muscle before the rod pressed into Areon's maw.
The dragon bent his knees and thrust, driving his length down the iguana's throat. The submissive reptile choked and cried, not really knowing what to do other than to accept the dragon's girth and bob his head up and down. As he got into a rhythm, he added a few more tricks, his hand picking up the slack when the suction of his mouth pulled away, his tongue flipping across the widening slit. Zarian assumed the dominant role, silently forcing himself deeper as both began to sweat. The tight confines of the closet meant that any heat from their play quickly built up. The iguana briefly leaned off of the cock to pull his shirt off, but the dragon didn't mind. Nothing like a little eye candy to make you blow faster.
But like any fire-breather was wont to do, Zarian grew tired of the long, sticky tongue dragging itself down his pole and pulled out. He rested for a moment, just basking in the sight of his heavy cock resting on the face of yet another total submissive. He put his paws on the iguana's shoulders and flipped him around, running a few claws down the back of Areon's jeans.
"Ahh!" The iguana yelped, feeling a cold claw-tip enter him and begin probing roughly. "I-I've never done this before, man," he stuttered.
Zarian laughed. "Well, this is gonna hurt like fuck before it feels good. Just bite your lip and I'll try to take it slow." He wrapped around to loosen his partner's belt before slipping the pants down just far enough to expose the iguana's rounded, emerald rump. The dragon worked at the soft flesh of the reptile until the pucker could stand to accommodate him. Frustratingly, every time he tried to thrust in his tip would instead slide down to poke at Areon's sack, but eventually he was able to stuff himself into the iguana.
In such a small space Zarian had to lift the small thing's entire body up into the air, supporting a leg with one of his curled hands as he pulled the resisting figure onto his pride. Areon whined his disapproval, but just like the dragon said the pain transformed into a pressure that was actually getting him hard. The booming subwoofers outside punctuated their groans and grunts.
The dragon knew that he must have been telling the truth about his virginity, considering how tightly the iguana grabbed his cock and wrapped around right up to the millisecond he popped out. Sticky fluids crawled down his twitching length, a nice contrast to Areon's burning heat. He mixed up the longer strokes where he totally bottomed out to the shorter ones that stimulated his flared tip. It stoked the fire inside, his partner's feminine moans building it to a crescendo.
Zarian's face contorted as he let go, still thrusting as his silvery cum was pushed out of Areon's hole and onto the floor. Not long after with a few twists of the dragon's own claws did the iguana orgasm, flinging out long streams across his own twitching chest. His crest brushed against the wall as he let his entire weight fall onto Zarian, putting his trust completely in his mate. The dragon slowly lifted him back to the floor before their snouts pressed together, a throaty growl coming from the gray throat.
"I love you," the dragon said, out of the blue. He had no idea where and out of what depths of his subconscious that phrase came from. But there it was, and there was no taking it back. The two continued to embrace, their lengths pressing against each other.
***
Taru remained outside, braving the cold no matter how stupid he seemed. The bat was hoping to catch his friend before the raccoon slipped by him and got too wrapped up in the party. He was surprised not to see Karkais show up at all, wondering if he was keeping himself late at the gym for whatever reason.
For now there was no party at all for him, only shivering. Taru quickly rubbed his paws together over his snout and huffed out a cloud of warm air. The striped fingerless gloves probably weren't a good idea tonight, but they were orange and black, and it was Halloween. What his phone generated was all the bat had for heat, and Taru browsed Facebook idly while waiting for a familiar face. An endless parade of pictures and everyday trifles rushed by his face as his head bobbed to an imaginary tune.
There was a smattering of colorful leaves beneath him, their brilliance only tempered by the darkness. A pair of boots slammed down suddenly among them, jumbling the arrangement and inciting a jolting crackle. The bat jumped and sharply inhaled. His eyes crawled up an orange jumpsuit until he saw the confused face of his friend, fully clad in his Rocket getup.
"Dude, where's your costume?" The raccoon bit his lip and puffed into the night air while swinging his prop around. "Don't tell me."
The bat doubled over in laughter. "The fuckin' leg and everything!"
The raccoon blushed a deep red, pressing his face into his paw for a moment before sighing. "I need a drink. You coming?"
The two bounded up the stairs, Taru not sure whether he was happier to see Chelk or to get out of the cold. They pressed past a whole menagerie of chatting anthros, most of whom at least glanced at the raccoon's costume. The two stole a table to sit together alone, Chelk dropping the fake leg with a thud on the wood. They laughed together while challenging each other over shots. The first game was to see who could spot a particular species first.
"P-pangolin! Pangolin!" Taru slurred, pointing excitedly, having trouble keeping his head up. "Against the wall. I win!"
"How the fuck is there a pangolin of all things here? I didn't even think we had any." Chelk hung his head, downing the last of his liquor and contorting his face at the taste. "Whew. I'm gonna win the next one."
Their conversation quickly devolved into chatting aimlessly about everything from life in general to video games.
"And I'm tehlling you," the raccoon wagged his claw, "that, um, wait." He shook his head, tearing away the mental cobwebs. "Uhh, putting Mewtwo back in wash the best--"
The bat quieted him with a swaying finger to the lips. "Shh! Shut the fuck up, thish is my favorite song." He pounded his head against the table to the drums, barely hearing his friend's nerdy remarks. The mammal's ears swiveled to catch the pounding bass, knowing, and not caring he'd have a headache tomorrow morning.
Chelk gave up. "Pash me a handful of that candy." The bat didn't look up as he threw some from the bowl on their table to the raccoon. For a while they sat in silence, slowly sipping from a shared can of cheap beer, the raccoon's greedy paws unwrapping sweets and chewing on what had not been the focus of Halloween for many years.
The two were barely coherent when they got to the last game: truth or dare. They both loved the bawdiness it brought out in the two. The truths usually revolved around some of the raunchier sex acts they got themselves into elsewhere in college.
Taru was shocked to hear what his friend managed to accomplish in a few short months. "I didn't--I didn't even know that wash a position. Wouldn't you fall over?"
After a couple rounds, it was the bat's turn, and he decided to go with a dare. "I dare you to kiss me," he blurted out. Fuck! How did I let that slip out?
To his surprise, the raccoon only giggled and shrugged. "Why not?" Before the bat could react Chelk pulled their bodies together, pressing his lips to Taru's. The bat tried his best not to show he was enjoying it until the raccoon began using his tongue. He held his eyes shut until they mutually broke it off.
The couple spent the rest of the night much closer to each other, the conversation flowing. Their paws found their way onto each other more frequently, and neither felt like the booze was the only reason why.
***
The autumnal sun's rays were running late, but by the time they finally peeked around drawn blinds the frat house was a wasteland of decadent refuse. Sober brothers reluctantly bundled up trash bags of used condoms, beer cans, orange hair spray, and anything else abused the night before. What their paws didn't snatch up was lackadaisically wiped clean with mops and vacuums. The depressed looks on their faces were November lows, necessary tolls for such a fun night. No other party would match Halloween's pure hedonism until next year's.
All the lights strung up across the dorm's façade with such care were dangling down over the front door. Gusts of wind made the still-lit LEDs sway in the breeze. Nearly-empty liquor bottles dripped the last of their nectar onto the carpet until they were also trashed or polished off. Assorted furs were passed out on the floor, the couches, each other. The music had long since stopped.
The male raptor so enraptured with his companion quietly pulled her arm off of himself and slipped out of bed. As he buttoned his shirt, the dinosaur promised he would send her a text soon, maybe after breakfast. To himself, as she was sound asleep.
Zarian was taking a nice, brisk jog around the outer ring of campus, as he did every morning. His memories were touched by an unshakable haze, but he did remember how much he preferred the innocent, inexperienced touch of the iguana. They were almost always the best partners, and certainly the reptiles who weren't knockouts on first glance were the wildest in bed. For the first time since they met, he was the one hoping the buzz in his pocket was from his frat brother.
Ortan was awoken from a deep sleep, hours into the afternoon, by his phone vibrating. The pangolin's bleary eyes barely registered the screen as he pounded out the passcode. It turned out to be a text from the university's emergency alert system, asking for the whereabouts of several missing students who hadn't been seen since early the night before. He briefly scanned the list, not seeing anyone he knew. The mammal tossed his phone back onto his nightstand and slept in just a few minutes longer.