All participants are over 18. There's some animal role-play in this but no actual animals. Any noncon is also role-play.
A Next Morning
College
"Boo!" A couple of hands grabbed my shoulders from behind.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, almost dropping my sandwich. I was at a picnic table on a patio with a view of the University Greens, one of the ones with a post in the center and attached seats. Looking behind me to see who it was, I saw a tall, busty girl grinning down at me. She was wearing a black vinyl miniskirt and fishnet stockings. On top she had a tight t-shirt with the name of some punk or metal band emblazoned on front. The neck had been cut wide to show her black bra straps, the t-shirt very form fitting so it showed her large tits. She had lots of black eye makeup and black lipstick and rouge and a big dark black hairdo. The crowning accessory, more than her multiple black friendship bracelets and black fingernails, was a thick leather dog collar with spikes and a D-ring. And, yes, it was black. While her dress and hair was the essential of goth, though, her overall bright personality was not.
"Wow, Jennifer," I said to the previously geeky girl, "that's a new look."
She smiled shyly, again not looking goth. "Thanks. It validates wearing a dog collar all the time."
"What about your tail?" I asked, trying to see if she had a butt plug with a dog's tail attached.
"It's under the skirt," she replied, starting to blush under her black rouge.
Around us, other women started to gather, sliding into seats and filling them up. Some brought sandwiches or other lunches though the ones in uniforms had little salads. "Hey, Kristen," I said to the short girl sitting next to me with tits even larger than Jennifer's. She had her blonde hair tied into her customary pigtails. Dressed in the customary outfit of the local college cheerleaders, she was wearing a tight, short wrap skirt with visible bloomers, a nylon shell top without sleeves, keds and ankle socks. "I see that the cheer team felt that you weren't too much of a 'fallen woman' to take you," I said, referencing how she hadn't been allowed to cheer her senior year in high school due to being a total slut.
"The coach said, 'Anything that makes your splits wider works.'" And then she snorted.
Next to her, Erin, who had been a cheerleader in high school, was wearing a casual t-shirt that kind of hid her normal sized breasts. On the bottom she had a wrap skirt that wasn't so tight or so short but still showed off her muscular yet round ass. She was stout and muscular like she had been at the beginning of the summer. She still had her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. "But not you Erin?" I asked.
"Nah," she said, "college squads use men as bases. I knew it was only going to be a high school thing. I also did softball and the team has made me a sub as a walk-on." I was kind of able to follow that -- she'd be benching softball.
The ballet dancers, Wendy and Amanda, were scooted together on their seat. Both of them were obviously wearing leotards, blue for the wider Wendy with the auburn hair and green for the taller Amanda with the brown hair. Both were wearing jeans on the bottom and had their hair back in severe ballet buns. The leotards showed off their bodies. Wendy had well defined muscles but didn't look at all like a bodybuilder, instead more fit. Amanda, tall and willowy had good sized breasts and nice hips.
"So, ladies," I said, addressing them, "should I assume you're on the ballet...um..." I fumbled.
"Well, I'm a dance major," Wendy supplied.
"And I'm a minor," Amanda finished, "so we're in the same technique classes."
Jamie and Cheryl were on the next seat. Though both blonde, their bodies were complete opposites. Cherly was short and her body was almost like a stick with barely developed breasts and slim hips. She was wearing a frock or minidress, black, that made her look even skinnier. Jamie was tall and probably the curviest of the women, wearing tight jeans and a shirt that showed off her robust figure. She definitely had the biggest ass and, while her tits weren't the first or second biggest, ranked high enough to make her hourglass shaped.
I looked at the assembled group. "How was the first week?" It started a conversation and the word was generally that it was good. After the youth group trip, I'd had to travel with my family and that's why I was arriving at college now, halfway through the first week.
"And how's the dorm?" I said. We'd decided to share a quad in one of the dorms, four rooms of two people each with a central living area and communal bathroom. Once again, the general consensus was that the accommodations were adequate. I knew that Amanda and Kristen were sharing a room. They were essentially dating in a very BDSM kind of way. Similarly Cheryl and Jennifer, whose favorite playthings were our former youth group pastors, were sharing a room. The rest of us had been something of a scramble. I had my pick, of course, and had gone with Erin. Wendy could be kind of a diva and Jamie was, honestly, too clingy. Plus, I was starting to think there was something between them, ever since the golden showers.
The conversation lulled. "So..." Erin the former cheer base began and I realized she was speaking for the group. "Did you meet anyone over the summer?" I could feel the tension at the table.
"Nah," I said, attempting to sound offhanded, "seven girlfriends, eight if you include Heather, is enough. I wouldn't want to add on and certainly wouldn't want to replace any of you." There was a collective sigh of relief, obvious in about half the girls' cases. "How about you?" I asked innocently. "Starting with Jennifer."
"I don't really wanna have somebody else know about my kink," she said, speaking of her fetish of being a dog.
"Same here," Kristen agreed then squirmed; I assumed her ass hurt from being abused.
"Jamal told me he wanted to 'see other people,'" Erin did air quotes speaking about her black boyfriend. "So I agreed." She pumped her arms and fake shouted in a low voice, "FWB for the win, baby!" Then back in a normal voice, "I've been doing booty calls when he calls until you came back. Also, checking out some of his friends for later."
"Well, I've been actually waiting for Chris," Wendy, the more muscled ballerina, said.
"I've got Kristen," Amanda said, "though apparently I should be thinking about branching out." She stuck her tongue out at Kristen who just lowered her head submissively. The retreat had led the two of them to form a very special attachment.
"Brian and I broke up," Jamie the tall, voluptuous girl, said. "I didn't want to hurt him by letting him find out he wasn't my only... or even on the top of my list."
