Initiation

This story is a commission for Gem and Serith, the main characters. I’ve included it here because Ahab makes an appearance later in the story.

“C’mon bro, we’re gonna be late!” Eric shouted as he skipped ahead on the sidewalk.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Gem responded, picking up his pace to keep up. The two of them were both freshmen at Dulsemer University, and they’d hit it off immediately: Gem was an analytical and introverted meadowlark who wanted to come out of his shell and push his boundaries a bit more during college; Eric was an excitable and charismatic deer who was the perfect fit to draw out Gem’s adventurous side. 

The deer’s latest focus had been getting the two of them into a fraternity; he promised Gem he’d only join one if they were both accepted. As luck would have it, they were both accepted to what was rumored to be the best frat on campus. Or at least, the one that threw the best parties. 

Tonight was initiation, and the two had no idea what to expect. They had just been told to show up at the frat house at 7 p.m.

Eric rapped on the door at 6:59. It swung open, and a massive, stern-looking elephant glowered at them on the other side. He checked his watch. “Just in time,” the elephant growled, pulling the door shut behind them. “Take your clothes off. Second door on the right, down to the basement.”

That was Flint, a muscular pachyderm with thick brown hair and a bit of a dad bod. Like a lot of the fraternity’s members, he played on the football team, but tonight he was all business. It sent a shiver down Gem’s spine. 

The bird had been apprehensive throughout the whole pledging process, and the sudden change in attitude made him even more anxious. He tried to calm himself down as he pulled off his shirt and placed it next to the other piles of clothes. It was all part of the effect they were going for, right? Scare the newbies?

Gem kicked off his socks and started toward the door, feeling quite exposed in just his bright red boxers. 

A hard yank on his shoulder pulled him back. “Everything. Off.” Flint snarled. “Or perhaps you’re not Theta Iota Kappa material?”

Gem froze up, too nervous and flustered for words to come out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eric, and he turned to him with an expression that silently pleaded for help. 

The deer gave him a warm smile as he began to descend toward the basement, fully nude and not seeming to care the slightest bit. “C’mon, Gem. It’ll be fun.”

Gem took a deep breath and pulled down his shorts, depositing them with the rest of his clothes before following his friend down the stairs. 

In truth, Gem had nothing to be ashamed of. The meadowlark was six feet tall with an athletic build that fit in nicely even when considering how many members of this fraternity were jocks. His predominantly off-white body was accented beautifully by yellow countershading on his chest and black markings all along his face, arms and, most noticeably, the broad wings that he kept tight against his back. A genital slit allowed him to keep his dick concealed despite his nudity.

Eric was athletic, too, but he definitely fell into a more twinkish mold — which he happily embraced. Browns and whites of various shades covered his body, and meticulously-groomed blonde fur sat on top of his head like hair between his two-point antlers.

But all of those aesthetic features became irrelevant once they started down the stairs to the basement. The room was pitch black, and the pair of freshmen suspected that was by design. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, each pledge was greeted with a blinding flash of light and a brief whirring sound reminiscent of a Polaroid camera. 

Before their eyes could acclimate to the darkness, they heard Flint’s voice from the top of the stairs. “All pledges are present and accounted for.”

“Excellent,” a low voice responded from somewhere in front of them. “Let’s begin.”

All of the lights came on at once. Gem blinked furiously as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. Once illuminated, the basement looked about how you’d expect in a frat house: A pool table pushed off to one side, with empty bottles lined up on its edge. Red solo cups and other trash strewn across the floor. A variety of couches in varying levels of disrepair. It was probably best not to think about what sorts of things those couches had seen throughout the years.

For now, the couches held the current members of the Theta Iota Kappa fraternity. Each of them was just as naked as the freshmen, but the older members seemed much more casual about it. In the center of the room was a yellow-scaled dragon that Gem recognized as the fraternity’s president, Serith, sitting in a large leather armchair with a powerful posture more befitting a medieval throne. Gem’s avian eyes detected a glint of blue underneath his right hand — some sort of spherical object that he kept in a firm grip.

Serith was well-known on campus as captain of the school’s football team. He certainly had the physique for it; his white underbelly perfectly highlighted his well-sculpted pecs and abs. Dark brown stripes ran down his thick biceps and thighs, and his brown hair flowed into a mane that extended all the way down his back and along his extensive tail.

Next to the dragon stood a kangaroo with an array of facial piercings. Liam, Gem recalled. His wardrobe had been unapologetically punk throughout Rush Week, and his bad boy aura persisted even when he was completely stripped down. Around his neck hung a Polaroid camera. He must’ve been the one to take our pictures.

Gem turned and saw all the other pledges lined up against the near wall, looking considerably more nervous than the upperclassmen. He recognized a few of them from the Rush Week festivities: a fox that was on a football scholarship… a colorful salamander… a white ptarmigan who had been desperate to fit in with the jocks. But Gem hadn’t expected to get to know them quite this intimately — or at least, not this quickly. The meadowlark took an intense interest in a blank spot on the wall three feet above everyone’s heads, carefully avoiding any potential glimpse of the private bits that were on full display in front of him.

“Good evening, pledges,” the yellow dragon spoke. “Tonight is your final test. Pass, and we will welcome you as our brothers… and full members of the Theta Iota Kappa fraternity.

“We value loyalty and devotion to our brothers above all else,” Serith continued, speaking slowly and emphasizing each word as he looked at each pledge. “Your final task is simple: All you must do is make one of us cum, and you will be accepted into our brotherhood.”

The pledges looked at each other, confused. “That can’t be legal,” the salamander protested. “It’s 2024.”

Serith chuckled. “Perhaps you should read the waivers you signed during Rush Week a bit closer. Regardless, this is a solemn tradition that dates back long before my time here. You are always welcome to leave if you feel uncomfortable.”

Nobody left. Serith and the rest of the fraternity had a good eye for recruiting the types of people who would follow through even in the face of such potential degradation.

Some, in fact, couldn’t wait to get started.

“Let’s go!” Eric yelled cheerfully, bounding off the wall toward the kangaroo. Liam didn’t even have time to take the camera off from around his neck before the deer had nuzzled his face into the roo’s nuts, giving them eager licks.

Liam chuckled as he guided the deer’s muzzle toward his quickly-hardening shaft. “Man, I love initiation.”

Serith elbowed him in the ribs. “Shut up, Liam,” he teased. “Everyone knows you failed your music theory class last semester just so you could stick around and do this again.”

“Sue me, I like fresh meat,” the roo retorted. “And we’re the same age. What’s your excuse?”

Serith shrugged. ”Linear algebra’s a bitch.”

Gem allowed himself to relax a little. The banter between the two senior members of the fraternity lightened the mood, and while Eric had been his typical horny self, none of the other pledges had rushed into action, so the meadowlark didn’t feel pressured to do the same.

Eric was slobbering all over Liam’s dick now, enjoying himself far too much as the kangaroo grabbed his head and started thrusting. 

But something curious began to happen. Gem noticed the blue sphere in Serith’s grip had begun to glow. At the same time, blue swirls of magical energy encircled Liam’s groin. With each passing second, the roo’s cock seemed to grow bigger and push deeper into Eric’s throat. Gem gasped as he realized Liam’s dick had also begun to glow blue, luminous enough to be visible through the deer’s bulging neck. 

The roo’s balls had grown to the size of grapefruits, hanging almost as low as his knees. Liam moaned in pleasure. He was clearly already approaching his climax, and while Eric was a bit overwhelmed by the roo’s suddenly enhanced size, the knowledge that he was almost finished caused the deer to redouble his efforts. Liam’s precum was already pouring down his throat – a sweet prelude to the flood that he knew was coming.

Eric had worked hard to suppress his gag reflex, but a dick this big required incredible focus. Once the growth had stopped, Eric was only barely able to get his lips around the base of the shaft. Liam wasn’t taking it easy on him, either, treating the deer rougher as his orgasm approached.

But it simply… didn’t come. Eric held on for the longest five minutes of his life, choking on the roo’s cock with every thrust and refusing to give up. But, inexplicably, he was unable to bring the marsupial to completion. His body finally forced him to give up, and he pushed himself off of Liam’s cock.

“C’mon man, don’t give me blue balls!” Liam bellowed.

The kangaroo’s eyes were still on Eric, but it seemed to Gem like the sentiment was directed more toward Serith. 

Eric wiped his chin and looked up at the dragon, his face flushed with embarrassment over not being able to finish the job. Serith simply raised a finger and traced a small circle in the air. Turn around. 

The deer’s eyes widened and he looked back at the massive cock throbbing in front of his face, still drooling pre. “But it’s—“

Serith raised a hand to cut him off. The dragon lifted his chin and issued his command with smug authority. “Do it.”

“There’s no way he’ll fit that!” Gem shouted, trying to help his friend out. His body betrayed him, though: His black dick was beginning to poke out from his slit, showing how much the display aroused him. 

The upperclassmen ignored Gem’s protests, and Eric dutifully did as he was told, turning around and raising the tuft of deer tail above his well-conditioned booty. The cervine had plenty of experience bottoming, but he’d never taken even a toy of this size. The tip of Liam’s dick rubbing against his entrance was enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from Eric as he closed his eyes and clenched the carpet in nervous anticipation.

The mixture of deer slobber and kangaroo pre had Liam’s cock already slick, so he forewent lube and opted to get right down to business, lining himself up before forcing his way inside with tremendous power.

Eric’s eyes sprung open as he felt himself get stretched impossibly wide. The pledges watched as the outline of Liam’s dick pushed farther and farther up Eric’s belly, toward his chest, practically impaling the deer. But somehow Eric felt no pain, just immense pleasure that compounded with each violent thrust.

Liam had been on the edge for minutes by this point, and the dam finally broke after just a few moments of humping the deer butt. A tsunami of hot kangaroo cum poured into the cervine’s belly, causing it to visibly bulge out as Liam continued to pump his load into the freshman long after a typical orgasm would end.

Eric came moments later, painting the carpet white with a moderately less impressive climax. The deer was utterly overwhelmed by the experience, and once Liam finally pulled out, he simply collapsed into the puddle he’d made, panting heavily.

“Congratulations, Eric,” Serith said. “You have passed. As Supreme Leader of the Theta Iota Kappa fraternity, I hereby welcome you to our brotherhood. You are now an official member.”

“Supreme Leader?” Liam mocked. “This isn’t North Korea, you’re just the president, bro. See, if you all had made me president instead—”

The entire fraternity yelled “NO!” in unison. 

“Who’s next?” Serith said, ignoring the kangaroo. 

Despite his clear exhaustion, Eric gave Gem a silent thumbs up and a look that said you can do it!

Gem was gay, so he had no problem having sex with a dude, but he still didn’t feel quite ready to join in. Instead, he stayed on the sidelines and watched as the other pledges gradually began to pair off with the upperclassmen.

The basement came alive with the sounds of grunting, panting and all the other glorious noises that accompanied the many lewd acts taking place around the room. The ptarmigan had found himself sandwiched between the elephant, Flint, and a beefy stallion that Gem recognized as another member of the football team. The tiny white bird couldn’t stop talking about how excited he was to get as buff as the two jocks, who had bemused expressions on their faces as the bird lovingly jerked them off.

Speaking of football players, the freshman fox had cornered one of the most muscular players on the team, a wolf named Bruce, and had his muzzle lodged deep in the wolf’s pits. Gem heard the obviously homosexual fox mutter “no homo, bro” as he smothered the big wolf with affection. That fox was going to learn a lot about himself at college.

There was sex happening practically everywhere Gem looked. An otter was living up to the stereotype and getting double-penetrated by a pair of upperclassmen. A shark and a lion were engaged in a rather messy 69. The salamander Gem had recognized earlier had found a scaly friend, a red velociraptor named Jason who had been a blast during Rush Week.

Just about the only other person not engaged in the orgy was Serith, who surveyed the carnal acts from his armchair with a smug detachment. The blue orb he held had begun to glow again, and Gem realized that strange things started happening to each couple or group that the dragon looked at.

Magical ropes of the same blue color bound the otter, rendering him immobile while the two frat bros, balls-deep inside of him, showed no mercy. The smooth-headed salamander suddenly sprouted long, curved horns that Jason, the raptor, gripped tightly and used as handlebars as he began to facefuck the amphibian. The salamander seemed confused, yet Jason barely batted an eye.

But that transformation was tame compared to what Gem saw happen next.

Serith’s eyes turned to the fox and wolf. Bruce was enjoying the fox’s attention, but the wolf seemed far more interested in gaming on an old console in the corner of the basement than the fox that was huffing his pits and struggling to jerk him off. Blue energy began to swirl around the fox and his form began to melt and reshape itself. His body widened into a flat, rigid structure that Gem soon recognized as similar to a chair. The fox himself was so preoccupied with his teammate that he didn’t seem to notice that he was being forced into becoming an item of furniture— or perhaps he didn’t care.

Gem watched the scene unfold without speaking, simultaneously horrified, disbelieving and, perhaps most unsettling of all, aroused. None of the upperclassmen batted an eye at the shocking transformation, and the rest of the pledges were all too occupied to notice. 

Within moments, it was done, and the fox had transformed into a chair for the huge wolf, with the vulpine’s face still visible right where Bruce sat. 

“Ahhh,” the wolf sighed, letting out a low moan as he pressed his naked cheeks into his new chair. “That’s more like it. You’re going to make a great seat, pup. Don’t forget to lick. No homo,” he chuckled. 

Gem could swear he heard a vulpine whine come from underneath the wolf, but a sudden yell from the other side of the room distracted him. 

“Hey, Serith!” Flint shouted. “This little bird keeps talking about how he wants to be a jock. Can you turn him into one?”

A deep red blush colored the cheeks of the otherwise pure-white ptarmigan pressed up against the elephant’s pecs. Serith smirked. “Of course. One feathery jock, coming right up.”

The same blue energy began to swirl around the tiny avian. Gem expected to see his muscles bulge and grow to match the other athletes in the room. But instead, the bird began to shrink. 

Just like the fox, the ptarmigan’s form began to melt and stretch as the bird began to transform. His face and wings extended outward into strips while his body shrank down smaller and smaller. 

Gem gasped as he realized what exactly was happening. The ptarmigan had wanted to be a jock, and like a trickster genie or a monkey’s paw, Serith had turned him into one — just not the type he was expecting. 

The blue glow faded to reveal the completed transformation: a white, feathered jockstrap that looked like it would be way too small to fit any of the hulking athletes in the room. 

Flint evidently thought the same thing as he picked the underwear up and examined it, chuckling as he realized some of the bird’s blush was still manifesting as light tints of red on the outside of the garment. 

The elephant looked over at the corner where Eric was still recovering from the rough fuck that Liam had given him. “Hey, newbie!” he yelled, tossing the jockstrap at the unsuspecting deer. “Put this on!”

The underwear landed in Eric’s antlers and he had to carefully untangle the straps before he could get a closer look at what was moments ago — or perhaps still was — one of his fellow pledges.

Gem knew Eric to be someone who would never back down from a challenge, so even as weird as the whole situation had become, he wasn’t surprised to see the deer decide to follow orders and carefully pull the jockstrap up his legs until it fit snugly around his waist.

In fact, it made quite a flattering outfit for the cervine twink. His junk caused a large, visible bulge in the avian undies, stretching them nicely around his package. When he turned around, Gem couldn’t help but admire the deer’s perfectly curved butt sitting between the straps of the jock. The meadowlark wasn’t the only one appreciating the view, as he had more than a few whistles and catcalls from around the room, prompting Eric to grin and strike a few poses while Liam put his camera to work again.

Gem’s mind was reeling. In the span of minutes he’d witnessed several transformations that seemed like they should be impossible by the laws of reason and nature. But his eyes were giving him indisputable evidence that it had all happened. And it all seemed to go back to the dragon, Serith, and that glowing blue orb he held tight in his hand. 

As if on cue, Serith’s voice spoke from behind the meadowlark. “Interested in this?” he said, holding the orb in front of the bird’s face. 

Gem had been so distracted by the mystical events around the room that he hadn’t noticed the dragon get up and approach the only other person in the room who hadn’t yet engaged in sexual activities. 

“Go on, give it a close look,” the dragon continued. “You might be surprised by what you see.”

Gem’s curiosity meant Serith didn’t have to ask twice. The meadowlark saw swirling blue patterns of energy pulsing throughout the sphere. It was captivating, to the point that Gem found himself unable to look away. But the meadowlark didn’t feel any panic or fear. He began to implicitly trust Serith. He was the president of the fraternity, after all. Serith knew what was best. Whatever Serith asked him to do, he would do. And if that meant gazing deeply into the beautiful, enchanting orb, all the better.

“Good bird,” Serith said, patting the meadowlark’s head. “Come with me.” He placed a hand on Gem’s head and forcefully turned the bird so that he was looking at him instead. Gem was surprised to see the same mystifying, swirling patterns in Serith’s eyes and, once again, couldn’t look away — not that he had any desire to. 

The dragon led Gem back to the leather armchair where he had previously been holding court over the proceedings. Serith told the bird to kneel as he sat back down and reclined, exposing his entire, muscular body for the enthralled meadowlark to admire — not least the thick, throbbing erection between his legs: a pillar of white cockmeat colored black at the tip.

Still conscious that his ultimate goal of the evening was to get a frat member off, Gem moved in toward the dragon’s crotch with a blush, his nostrils catching a whiff of a rich, manly scent as he approached.

But Serith had other plans for the meadowlark. “Not quite yet,” he tutted. The dragon moved back in his chair and pulled one of his legs up, placing his foot directly on Gem’s face. “You have to earn access to that.” He pushed Gem down with his foot until the bird was almost flat with the ground, giving the avian a worm’s-eye view of the powerful frat leader. 

Serith’s thick, yellow soles took up more than half of Gem’s field of vision, and once he wiggled his toes, it was abundantly clear what the dragon expected from the meadowlark. He didn’t even have to say another word. Gem’s blush deepened and he grabbed ahold of Serith’s left foot, gently massaging it as he pressed his face into its underside.

The football team had practiced earlier in the day and a strong, earthy musk still lingered on Serith’s paws. It quickly filled Gem’s nares, and the bird found it to be a pleasing, intoxicating aroma. It only made him want to serve the dragon’s magnificent feet even more, and before long, Gem was fully debasing himself under the football captain’s paws, huffing and even lightly moaning as his tongue explored every majestic wrinkle of his superior’s soles.

From somewhere else in the room, Gem’s ears picked up the sound of Eric whistling in surprise. “I had no idea he was that into feet,” the deer breathed. Gem’s cheeks turned an even brighter shade of crimson. Serith’s hypnosis was no doubt playing a part in his eagerness, but he couldn’t deny how much he’d be enjoying this either way. If anything, being under the dragon’s spell simply released his inhibitions, allowing the meadowlark to show what a pawslut he truly was. 

The most obvious indicator of this was Gem’s own erection, which ached and throbbed as hard as ever between his legs without even the faintest touch of stimulation. A small puddle of meadowlark pre was pooling underneath him, and it didn’t go unnoticed by his superior.

“Damn, we’ve got a grade-A footslut in our midst,” Serith chuckled, casually stroking his shaft. “I can tell you’re going to be a lot of fun to have around at our parties. Keep licking, bird bitch.”

Gem’s cock practically launched a full rope of precum hands-free just from verbal bullying alone. He hadn’t even noticed that the effects of the mind control had long since faded. The meadowlark was simply too enraptured with the dragon’s glorious paws. To Gem, they were their own form of hypnosis.

He also barely noticed, then, that his body was beginning to tingle. Had he not been so enthralled in pleasuring Serith’s soles, perhaps his eyes would’ve caught the blue energy that was beginning to swirl around him, and, given what he’d already witnessed that evening, it would’ve been cause enough for alarm to snap him back to his senses.

But it would’ve been far too late, regardless. The tingling feeling only grew stronger, a sensation of pins and needles not unlike when your foot falls asleep and goes numb. The static spread all over Gem’s body, making his dutiful worship of the dragon’s paws increasingly difficult.

Even more challenging was the realization that those paws appeared to be growing. After just a few moments of the bizarre static sensation, Gem found that he could no longer manage to wrap his hands around the dragon’s feet. Were he not so intoxicated, this would certainly trigger some anxiety in the meadowlark. But he simply closed his eyes and continued to press his face into those growing stompers, pleasuring them as best he could.

The tingling kept increasing in intensity over the next several minutes, and Gem tried his best to ignore it and shut it out of his mind, preferring to think about the task at hand. 

He continued to caress and nuzzle the expanding soles until finally, after a few minutes, the buzzing static retreated and the numbness went away. 

Gem wasn’t prepared for what he saw once he reopened his eyes. A towering wall of yellow flesh filled his field of vision. He gasped and looked up, and up, gradually coming to the realization that Serith now towered over him, to the extent that he appeared more than 200 feet tall!

Gem squeaked in surprise, then took a look around the room. It wasn’t just Serith who had grown — everyone had. Which meant… they hadn’t grown at all. Gem had shrunk! Quickly comparing himself to other objects in the room, the meadowlark estimated he was only about two or three inches tall. 

He tried to scurry somewhere out of view, where he’d be safe, but Serith was keeping an eye on him. He maneuvered his paws so that they formed impassable walls on either side of the bird. The dragon then gradually pressed them together, gently enough so as not to hurt the meadowlark, but forceful enough to make the bird squirm between his soles. 

“Not so fast, little slut,” Serith teased, letting out a light moan as he felt the tiny avian wriggle in his grasp. “You still haven’t finished your initiation.” The dragon reached down and plucked the bird out from his paw prison, lifting him back up to eye level. Gem kept squirming, but the dragon’s grip on him was far too strong.

Despite his visible attempts to escape the situation he’d found himself in, Gem was still rock hard, his dick betraying just how aroused this scenario made him. Serith noticed, too. “You like this, don’t you, you little pervert?” he chuckled. Then the dragon raised his voice to get the attention of everyone else in the basement. “Hey! Who wants to play with my new toy?”

Gem heard murmurs of excitement all around him, with a variety of “hell yeah!”s and other expressions of affirmation mixed in. He gulped. It was one thing to be Serith’s plaything, but to be at the mercy of the entire frat was another beast entirely.

“Heard you all loud and clear,” Serith said, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Liam, catch!”

Gem suddenly found himself flying through the air toward a kangaroo the relative size of a 15-story building. The air wasn’t an unusual place for Gem; he was a bird, after all, and he did have wings. But the toss had happened so suddenly that he had little time to change his trajectory. Within seconds, he found himself landing in the roo’s soft palms. 

The meadowlark looked up and saw the kangaroo’s face looming over him, with an unmistakably cruel smile on full display. Before Gem could even think about trying to escape, Liam lowered the tiny bird to his crotch and smothered him against his junk.

Liam’s assets were still enhanced from his romp with Eric, so there was plenty of kangaroo meat for Gem to be pressed against — and Liam made sure the little bird felt every single inch, slowly stroking the poor avian up and down against his colossal shaft. 

All Gem could do was hang on tight. He was fortunate that the roo’s cock was still slick from his earlier fuck, so friction wasn’t much of an issue. But the sheer difference in scale between the two animals was more than enough to make Gem disoriented rather quickly.

Liam toyed with Gem for awhile, making sure the bird got thoroughly acquainted with his genitals. The rest of the frat began to grow impatient, telling the kangaroo to hurry up and let someone else have a chance. He finally relented, peeling the now quite sticky bird off his dick and passing him to someone else. Who it was, Gem had no idea.

Pretty much everyone in the frat had a turn with the tiny bird, putting him through a variety of humiliating scenarios. He was pressed against heavy balls, sat on, and smothered under soft pawpads. Flint made a big show of shoving him in the crack on the other side of his elbow, where his upper and lower arms met, then flexing to squish the tiny bird against his rock-hard bicep. 

Gem was rolled around on tongues as he ended up in more than one maw. Huge fingers and claw tips toyed with his holes and slit, making him squirm that much more. And every time he felt like he was about to cum, that same blue energy swirled around his dick, preventing him from doing so. It all served to reduce the meadowlark into a writhing, squirming mess of a bird, desperate to debase himself further if it meant getting off.

He heard someone yell, “Hey, rookie! Want a turn?” and suddenly found himself face to much-larger face with his good friend, Eric. Gem looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to help him out, save him from more embarrassment, anything! Eric smiled down at his friend, and for a moment, Gem felt a rush of relief.

But the moment passed. He noticed a glint in the deer’s eyes as they narrowed, the smile on his muzzle turning evil in a split-second. Eric stretched open the waistband of his new jockstrap and lowered the bird down toward it, giving Gem a good look at the enormous package inside. He held the meadowlark by his tailfeathers and dangled him over it, already a humiliating position.

Then he let go.

Gem yelped in shock as he felt himself plummet downward at terminal velocity. As if being shrunk to mere inches tall wasn’t indignity enough, one of his best friends had decided to drop him into his underwear!

And yet, even at his minuscule size, his throbbing erection was obvious to everyone watching as he fell toward the deer’s genitals. It was demeaning, and deep down, the meadowlark loved it. 

Gem landed with a soft thud on Eric’s comparatively enormous shaft and immediately slid off onto the immensely comfortable fabric supporting his cervine junk. Oh, right, he remembered. This jockstrap was another pledge not even an hour ago. He shivered.

Gem looked back up at his friend, his looming deer face cruelly smirking down at him. Then, with a snap, Eric released the waistband of the jockstrap and Gem felt the strong fabric forcefully compress him against the deer’s balls. He was so weak at this size that he couldn’t move against even something as naturally elastic as a jockstrap, and he certainly had no hope of outmuscling balls that were three or four times larger than him. 

On the outside, the rest of the fraternity could clearly see the tiny, meadowlark-shaped imprint pinned against Eric’s crotch. The deer moaned, feeling his friend trapped in the most pleasurable of places. He groped at his package, buffeting the helpless bird around and thoroughly covering him in his heavy male scent. It wasn’t long before Gem found himself squished by the deer’s hardening shaft against those enormous balls — stuck between a cock and a soft place. 

Through the fabric of the jockstrap, Gem heard Serith loudly clear his throat. The dragon had evidently grown impatient waiting for the frat to finish playing with his new toy. Eric blushed and a giant cervine hand reached down toward Gem, fishing around and eventually pulling the meadowlark out. Serith held out his hand, and Eric gently dropped his friend on the dragon’s palm.

“Good,” Serith said as he eased back into his armchair. “Now, little bird, you still haven’t achieved your task to make one of us cum. But don’t worry,” he chuckled. “I know exactly where you’ll have the best chance of success.”

Gem gulped as his eyes followed Serith’s own gaze down toward the dragon’s crotch. Serith was already quite well-endowed, but at Gem’s diminished size, it looked like he was packing a dick the size of a bus. The bird could make out every twitch and minuscule flex of the tower of cockmeat as it throbbed below him.

And it only kept getting bigger, as Gem realized he was slowly being lowered toward it. To lick it? To give it some worship? To get rubbed against it? Gem had no idea what Serith had in mind, and after what he’d seen so far tonight, nothing seemed off the table. 

Another wave of musk hit Gem’s nares as he was lowered to within inches of his apparent destination, the dragon dick’s pungent scent filling his beak. One of Serith’s white claws, comparatively colossal to the tiny bird, reached down toward his draconic cocktip and began to gently stretch and spread open his urethra. 

The gears began to turn in the meadowlark’s brain as he gradually realized that the dragon wasn’t intending to put him on his cock, but instead… in it. 

It was a concept that seemed incredibly foreign to Gem, who up until this evening would never have thought such a thing even possible. But Serith’s hands moved dexterously, like he was a seasoned pro at fitting tiny creatures in his dick. Maybe he was. 

Gem squirmed and struggled, but his rock-hard boner once again betrayed exactly how he felt about the predicament.

Serith noticed and snickered. “Figured out where you’re going, cumslut? Yeah, you’re going right to the source. But it looks like you’re into that, aren’t you, freak?”

The bird let out a half-hearted “N- no,” that didn’t even convince himself. A second later, his foot brushed against something warm and wet. 

Serith’s urethra effortlessly stretched around Gem’s foot as the dragon pushed his prey into his member. The other foot quickly followed, pinning the meadowlark’s legs inside Serith’s fleshy tip and making any further attempts at escape practice ally impossible. Still, Gem squirmed around, accomplishing little besides drawing out some satisfied sighs and grunts from his captor. 

Gem could feel the precum coating the cock’s inner walls, lubricating his descent and helping him to slide down easier. Within moments, his shins had entered the ravenous black dick, then his knees, then his thighs. With a little extra pressure, his waist slipped in, eliciting a louder huff from the dragon. 

With that widest part of his body forced inside, the rest of his torso soon followed. Gem quickly found just his head and shoulders left outside the greedy cock. He looked up nervously, and a giant, smug dragon face leered back down at him.

“Hey! What’s going on here?” a loud voice boomed from the direction of the door, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. A shadowy figure began to descend the stairs. The voice sounded familiar to Gem, but he couldn’t quite make out who it was until he stepped out into the light of the basement.

A large, muscular bald eagle with blue head feathers and an additional mane of gray around his neck emerged from the darkness. Gem immediately recognized him as Ahab, one of his professors. He was dressed much more casually than in the classroom, wearing just a tanktop and a pair of shorts. But what was he doing here? Did he come to help? Gem frantically waved from halfway inside the cock, desperately trying to get his attention.

“Hello, Serith,” Ahab said as he approached the dragon, not seeming to notice or care that everyone in the basement was totally nude. “I thought I told you to let me know when you were doing initiation. Or have you forgotten how important alumni are as benefactors for this fraternity?”

To Gem’s surprise, Ahab began to remove his clothes as well, pulling his tank top off over his head. The meadowlark found it impossible to process the fact that his professor was stripping naked with a bunch of students while Gem himself was trapped in a dragon’s dick, finding himself constrained even more tightly with every involuntary clench and flex of Serith’s cock. 

The eagle finally noticed him. “Oh, hello, Gem,” he said, a bemused smile spreading across his beak. “Didn’t see you there. Make sure you do the readings before our next class.” Gem squeaked as Ahab extended a huge, feathered finger toward him, placing it flat on his forehead. Then Ahab pressed down, forcing the meadowlark the rest of the way into Serith’s cock. 

Gem could hear his professor chuckling as he slid down Serith’s slick urethra, the light shining in from the tip quickly getting farther and farther away. The fleshy prison squished and compressed Gem as he continued descent, the vibrations of Serith’s huffs and sighs reverberating through his entire body.

Eventually, the narrow path downward expanded, and Gem felt himself fall into a pool of warm, sticky liquid. There was little doubt what it was, and Gem was immediately overwhelmed by the strong scent of Serith’s sexual fluids. While he could still hear everything going on outside over the churning of Serith’s balls, he was grateful that nobody could possibly see him in here, as his cheeks were as red as a rose and his erection was becoming unignorable. 

Gem gripped his cock and began to stroke, allowing himself to indulge his baser instincts now that nobody could see his shame. He was so horny he didn’t even notice that his feet had begun to melt into the same consistency as the lake of dragon cum he was bathing in. 

Serith, meanwhile, could feel every single minuscule movement that Gem made inside of him, and they all sent waves of pleasure rolling through the dragon’s frame. He unwrapped a condom and put it on, making sure his prey wouldn’t get splattered across the room when he unloaded. 

Ahab, meanwhile, was all too happy to tease the frat leader, running a finger up his dick and drawing another shudder from the dragon. “Initiation night was always my favorite. Of course, that orb of yours really takes it up a notch. Where is that thing, anyway?”

Serith lazily moved his hand to the armrest, mostly preoccupied with enjoying his cockfood. “Yeah, one sec, it’s right—” 

His hand grasped nothing but air. “Wait, where’d it go?” he panicked, frantically looking around. “Who has my orb?”

“Oh, you mean this?” he heard Liam say behind him. Serith turned around and saw the kangaroo casually tossing the orb up and down, a cocky smile on his muzzle. Serith swiped his hand to intercept the sphere, but Liam pulled it back out of reach. “Ah-ah-ah. I think we’ve gotta teach you a lesson. Wanna help, prof?”

Ahab grinned. “I’m off the clock, but I’ll be happy to do some extra tutoring.”

Blue magic emanated from the orb, and Serith felt his arms snap to his sides, as if bound by some sort of paralyzing, magical force. Liam pulled him out of his chair and bent him over so that his face was directly in front of Ahab’s crotch, where a hefty black cock hung.

“Fuck you, Liam,” Serith snarled. “Let me go, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Pfft. Not with that attitude,” Liam retorted. “Besides, it looks like you’re secretly enjoying this.” 

This time, it was Serith’s body’s turn to betray him, his white cock extending even longer and harder than it already was. He snorted and squirmed his hips with need, unable to do anything about his erection. 

There weren’t many people who could get away with this sort of turnabout on Serith. But Liam and Ahab had both known him since he was a freshman at the school, and they knew just the right ways to push the dragon’s buttons. 

Liam moved first, rubbing his still-enormous kangaroo cock between the dragon’s muscular asscheeks. “Come on, let’s give the ‘supreme leader’ some ‘love’ from his subjects,” he teased. 

Ahab grasped the dragon’s head and forced his muzzle open, pushing his dick inside. Serith shot him a dirty look, but the eager tongue curling around the bird’s tip revealed his true feelings. 

Liam grunted as he felt his tip breach Serith’s entrance. The earlier rounds had left his shaft slick, and it took little effort to gain purchase and ram himself deeper into that tight, draconic ass. The kangaroo didn’t have a predilection towards being gentle, and he was soon thrusting madly into the dragon, managing to hilt himself despite his immense size. Serith could only grunt and moan with pleasure, the sound barely escaping around the eagle meat that was crammed in his maw.

Gem, meanwhile, couldn’t see what was happening, but he could hear it, and he could feel how the shifting and reorienting of body parts caused the cum in Serith’s voluminous balls to slosh around violently. A hard force struck the back wall of Gem’s new home — undeniably Liam’s kangaroo nuts slapping against Serith’s own pair. 

That realization was enough to push Gem over the edge. The tiny meadowlark experienced one of the most forceful orgasms of his life, feeling completely overwhelmed by all that was happening at once. At his size, even his maximum output was a literal drop in the ocean of Serith’s balls, and that just made Gem cum all the more.

His climax finished well before the larger men neared their own, so Gem simply allowed himself to lean back and bathe in afterglow… and cum. Soon, he felt himself beginning to fall asleep, fully exhausted from the mind-bending events of the evening. He slipped into a state of blissful satisfaction as a warm, tingling sensation spread across his body.

A few minutes later, Liam and Ahab unloaded their heavy balls into Serith, and the dragon soon followed suit. Liam forced his dick all the way into the hilt, causing a visible bulge to appear through Serith’s abdominal scales as his stomach got pumped full of kangaroo cum. Ahab, meanwhile, grabbed Serith’s horns to hold him place as his own load was launched down the dragon’s throat.

Serith came hands-free, shooting rope after rope of hot dragon cream into the condom he’d put on. No meadowlark came out, but the cum was noticeably thicker than usual, and some streaks of yellow and black from the bird’s markings apparently hadn’t yet been fully absorbed into the dragon batter. 

What had definitely changed, however, was the sheer amount of cum that Serith pumped out. He kept going after Liam and Ahab had finished and withdrawn their own dripping cocks from the dragon, launching thick spurts of dragon jizz into the ever-expanding condom. He’d put on an extra-large one for this purpose, knowing how much melting down a person could add to your output… and Gem did not disappoint.

About an hour after the last strands of dragon cum had left Serith’s tip and the kangaroo released the scalie from his magical bindings, Gem yawned, stretched and opened his eyes. He was confused about how, exactly, he had been reformed, but he had been confused about a lot that had happened tonight. Maybe, if he managed to pass the initiation test, he’d start to get some answers.

Gem looked around the room. The whole fraternity was standing over him, looking down at him, though it seemed the meadowlark had returned to his normal size. His field of vision was filled with an array of dicks, including the one that had just swallowed him, his best friend’s and, perhaps most embarrassingly, his professor’s. Even the ptarmigan and the fox who had been transformed earlier had been restored to their original forms.

“H- h- hi,” Gem said sheepishly. “Do I still need to…” his voice trailed off as he pointed at Serith’s dick. 

The dragon laughed and reached behind him, pulling out an oversized condom that was filled to the brim with cum. “Nah, you did good, kid. Welcome to the fraternity.” He plopped the condom down in front of Gem’s face. The meadowlark saw a Polaroid picture of himself taped to the condom, and he gradually began to process the implications.

“Th- thanks,” he stuttered. Then, regaining some of his confidence, he continued, “I’m looking forward to getting to know all of you and I can’t wait until we do this again next year.”

Serith roared with laughter. “Next year? Just wait until next weekend. Now that you’re all full-fledged members, we can really start the kinky stuff.”