Lorne stood outside the large house, his few bags sitting next to him. Almost a small mansion, the hippogryph marvelled at the building. It was made of a slightly off-white stone, with large pillars supporting an upper floor. The front facade was covered in windows; there seemed to be a full dozen rooms visible from the front alone. It was impressive indeed for a fraternity house. Emblazoned on the double doors in black and gold lettering was the fraternity’s name: Mu Psi Phi. One of the more recent in town, the fraternity was already quite highly regarded. Lorne had applied to it, expecting to be ignored. To his pleased delight, they had offered him a room here! Well, almost; there was still one more thing he had to do to really be a member, but the person he had spoken to already was very cagey about the whole thing. He assumed it was another hazing ritual or something and although the thought caused a small knot of anxiety in his stomach, he was sure it would be worth it. The taxi that had brought him here had no more than pulled away when the door to the house opened, a raccoon walking jauntily down the steps towards Lorne. “Hey, you made it,” he said, clapping the hippogryph on the back. “Yep,” Lorne said, his beak opening into an avian smile. The raccoon was named David, and he was sponsoring Lorne’s entry. “Wouldn’t miss it.” “Well, good,” David said, picking up one of the bags. “You cut it quite close. Today is the last day we’re accepting new members for a while. Or, the last day we’re accepting *possible* new members.” He looked back at Lorne with a sly smile; the expression fit well on his face. Lorne picked up the rest of his stuff, grunting a little at the weight as the pair began to walk towards the house. Although the weather was hot, the inside was air conditioned, the doors opening and closing around them automatically. “Still keeping this initiation ceremony thing a secret, huh?” Lorne said. “Yep!” David replied, his smile growing. “If I tell you, it’ll ruin the surprise, and I might get kicked out. I like you, but not that much. Come on; I’ll show you your room.” The pair tramped up a nice set of mahogany stairs up to the second level. The floor here was thickly carpeted and there were a few paintings here and there along the walls. There was the scent of a lot of guys on the air, along with the smell of alcohol, new and old. “This is where everyone sleeps, this floor,” David explained. “There are three bathrooms, but I’ll show them soon. This is your room.” The raccoon pushed open a door on the left, revealing a furnished bedroom. There was a desk, bed, bedside tables and a closet in the corner, with a large window in the centre of the opposite wall. Lorne poked his head in, making a small whistle. “What?” he said. “This is my room? It’s bigger than the one I had at home! And no roommate?” David shook his head as he set the bag down on the hippogryph’s new bed. “Nah, no roommate,” he said. “We’ve got a lot of rooms and not enough people. This isn’t even the biggest or best one; rooms are given out on seniority.” He waited for Lorne to put his stuff onto the bed. The hippogryph was about to unpack when David shook his head. “You’ve got heaps of time for that later. I’ll show you around now.” Lorne shrugged. “Okay then,” he said, following David out of the room. “This is a nice house.” There was an oil painting right opposite his door and he stopped to examine it. “Current family has owned it for something like a hundred years,” David said proudly. “But it’s much older than that. The guy who owns it lets his son run it; you’ll meet him in a few minutes. The bathrooms are this way…” “How many others are trying to join?” the hippogryph asked after a few moments. “There are three, including you,” David said. “We had two join last time, and we’re thinking of letting in about four or five in a few months. We’re being pretty picky at the moment, but there are a lot of applications so we can afford to be.” They finished looking around the upper floor, returning back to the staircase. “Great,” David said, clapping him on the back again. “The other two floors are where the fun is though.” “Other two?” Lorne asked curiously as they went back downstairs. The raccoon nodded, pointing at another door opposite the staircase. “Basement’s fully renovated and as big as the house itself.” They went around the ground floor first. There was a large room in the very centre of the house, with a massive TV at one end and couches and chairs sitting haphazardly in front of it. It would easily fit the entire fraternity. Right beneath the TV was an alcove, large enough for two people to stand in. There were half a dozen people already there when the pair entered. “This is the party room,” David said, motioning to it proudly. “Or it usually is. Otherwise the TV is there, although the channel is decided by seniority too; you might want to get your own for your room.” He pointed at a griffin sleeping sprawled out over two couches. “That’s is Marcus, the son of the owner of the house. Hey! Marcus!” The griffin gave a loud grunting snore and then jerked awake, looking blearily at David for a few seconds before sitting up with a groan. “Marcus, Lorne,” introduced David. “Lorne, Marcus, our glorious leader.” The griffin fixed a beady eye on the raccoon. “The nice things you say don’t count when said like that,” he grumbled, reaching out to shake Lorne’s hand. “Welcome to Mu Psi Phi.” He looked to David again. “You told him about the thing?” “I’m getting to it,” David said, a little defensively. “Just showing him around first.” “What is this ‘thing’?” Lorne asked nervously, the little knot of anxiety back. “David’ll tell you some of it,” Marcus yawned. “The rest you’ll find out tomorrow morning.” With that, he lay back and was snoring again in moments. David gave a small snicker, leading Lorne away from Marcus. “So?” Lorne insisted. “What’s this ‘thing’?” “Look, there’s something that you have to do before you’re considered a full member. I can’t tell you what exactly, but it’ll start tomorrow, a little after dawn. Less than twenty-four hours later, and you’ll be a full member of Mu Psi Phi.” “Hmph,” Lorne grunted. “And that’s all you’re going to tell me?” The raccoon frowned. “Be patient. You’ll know in, like, twelve hours. You can wait that long.” Lorne hesitated, but nodded a moment later. David continued to show him around the house. There were more paintings and even a few busts on small pillars. Lorne didn’t recognise any of them but he did give a small whistle as they went into the kitchen. It was filled with expensive-looking things, all shining metal. “So,” he said. “Parties?” At that, any hint of a bad mood vanished from the raccoon’s face at that. “Oh man,” he said, a little wistfully. “Yeah, we have a lot of them. Usually at least one a week, but the one tomorrow is a…special one.” “Special how?” Lorne asked, curious. David leaned against the island in the kitchen. “Well, first is the couple of sororities that are invited over,” he said. “Add the alcohol that gets flowing, and things can turn fun. A couple of other fraternities turn up, but we invite them. You a virgin?” Lorne jerked at the question, blushing hard. “Well…um…I…” “Hey, don’t worry about it, man,” David grinned, punching the hippogryph on the shoulder. “Won’t be after tomorrow night, at least. You’ll find a girl or two at least that’ll want to have fun, especially if you’re stallion down there as well.” He winked. “The equines always get lots of attention.” Lorne coughed uncomfortably, still blushing hard. Thankfully, David dropped the subject, showing him the remainder of the house and then leading him outside. There was a large, covered area scattered with more tables and chairs, easily enough for a large group to sit and have fun out of the weather. Beyond that was a large pool, complete with a large water feature at one end. “So,” David said, waving a hand out at the green expanse, “that’s everything here. Get through of the initiation, and you can use all of the facilities here as much as you want.” “Yeah, an initiation that no one will tell be about,” Lorne said. David didn’t reply to that. ### Later that night, Lorne was laying on his bed. His new friends in the fraternity had invited him down for pizza a while ago and he had met several other members. Full and sleepy from what had been a busy day, Lorne was propped up on his bed, laptop on his belly as he streamed a movie. He always had trouble sleeping in new places and there was still some anxiety over the initiation tomorrow. He yawned widely, beak snapping shut with a loud sound. He tugged half-heartedly at the laptop cord, straining it a little as he rolled over, setting the laptop down on the ground and watching it with earphones in. Slowly, he began to drift off in spite of himself, eyes flickering shut, the laptop screen still throwing light over the hippogryph and the rest of the room. It seemed he had only been asleep for a minute when someone was shaking him awake yet again. “Wha—?” he said groggily, jerking and looking up at the guy in his room. The form of David slowly resolved into a recognisable shape. “Hey, man,” he said. “It’s time.” Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Lorne looked out the window. The sky beyond was tinged with pink and orange; dawn must have just broken. “Now?” he grumbled, yawning widely again. He swung his legs off of his bed, ignoring the still-running laptop plugged in beside him as he groped for clothes. “No,” David said, yanking a shirt from his hands. “Like that.” Lorne blushed slightly, wearing only a baggy pair of underwear, but he complied all the same, standing in front of the raccoon. The long outline of his cock was clearly visible in his underwear and he blushed harder, but David was already heading out of the room. He followed, feeling a little embarrassed to be out of his room practically naked, but there was no one else in the halls as the raccoon led Lorne back downstairs. Apparently, rising early was not a popular thing to do in this fraternity. To Lorne’s surprise, they didn’t stop on the ground floor, instead heading for the basement. The silence of his guide, as well as the kind of spooky atmosphere in the large, dark, seemingly deserted house, made Lorne gulp. This really did feel like some kind of freaky ritual. They descended the stairs in silence, walking to the last room of the basement. It was the storeroom, or so Lorne had been told, but as David opened the door, he saw it was small, concrete, and empty, apart from the five people inside it. Two of the other fraternity members, a wolf and bulky ram, were also standing in their underwear. Two older members, presumably their sponsors, stood opposite them with Marcus behind them. Hesitating only for a moment, Lorne took his place beside the two others waiting to be inducted into the fraternity. David took his place opposite the hippogryph. “You’re late,” Marcus grumbled and David shrugged apologetically. “Right,” the griffin said, walking forwards towards the initiates. “First: strip.” Lorne hesitated and blushed but as he saw the two others obey, standing naked before the full members, he did the same. With his bottom half a stallion, his heavy cock and balls were far larger than the other two on display. “Yep, he’ll be a favourite,” the griffin snickered. “All right, listen up! You are the most recent applicants to join Mu Psi Phi, and we like you so far. There’s just one more thing to do before you become full members. “Tonight is one of our famous parties, and we need some…fixtures.” From behind his back, he produced a spray bottle. “Stand still.” He walked forwards, giving Lorne and the other two a heavy squirt from the bottle. Lorne was expecting water or perhaps something a little more suited to a hazing ritual. What he was not expecting was a glittering orange liquid, slightly luminescent in the dim room. It hit the hippogryph in the chest and he gasped. The liquid soaked into the feathers of his chest immediately, vanishing from sight. A low squawk left Lorne as he spied the feathers that the liquid had touched turning grey and hard. More important though was the fire that seemed to spread from his chest, seeming to run straight for his crotch. In spite of the small crowd watching, Lorne was rapidly getting hard. A quick glance to the left showed that the stuff in the spray bottle had had the same effect on the other two, their chests grey and cocks on display. “Right,” Marcus continued. “The rite of passage is this, bluntly: you will be temporarily petrified as statues, fully aroused as you are now. You will have all your senses as statues, including touch, but you won’t be able to move.” Marcus came forwards with the bottle again, this time spraying the crotches of each of the initiates. Lorne gave another squawk as his cock suddenly turned grey, along with his balls and the short fur around them both. Now the greyness was slowly spreading, along his chest and down his legs. “If past years are any indication, these stone cocks of yours will be quite popular,” Marcus laughed, continuing. “And tomorrow, we’ll change you back an hour before dawn. That’s important, because longer than twenty-four hours, and the process is irreversible. Not sure what that’s like, ‘cos we’ve never had it happen to anyone.” Another three sprays from Marcus now, this time to each arm and the face of each of them. Lorne raised his hands curiously, watching in a kind of detached kind of way as they turned grey and smooth. The petrification was spreading across him faster, and Marcus, apparently satisfied, put the bottle down. It was getting harder and harder for Lorne to move, a cool stillness settling in his limbs as he put his arms down. His beak froze half-open and his eyes glazed over, the hippogryph petrified. *Whoa*, he thought to himself. He was paralysed, completely. His eyes, staring quite ahead, could still see, but everything more than a few feet away faded into dim blurriness. Likewise, he could still hear but the sound was echoey. “They done?” David asked. Marcus grunted. “Should be. The petrification magic doesn’t take all that long. Touch and see.” David came closer to Lorne, his image becoming clearer and clearer to the hippogryph until he stood right in front of him. The raccoon stuck his hand out, grasping the stallion cock in front of him before rapidly moving his hand up and down. Inside the stone, Lorne would have leapt if he could. The sensations were indescribable! The stone flesh seemed ten— no, a hundred!— times more sensitive than normal, pleasure strumming through the hippogryph’s petrified body in time with the long strokes. Before he knew it though, it was over, David letting his cock go with a laugh. “Yep, he’s fully done,” he chuckled. “Man, I remember when it was me.” The last part was a little wistful. Marcus chuckled at the tone. “You know where we keep the bottle,” he said, waving the spray bottle in the air. “Just say the word…” “Hell, no,” David grumbled. “You know damn well why no one does this twice…” “Ssh,” Marcus said, motioning to Lorne and the other two statues. “Don’t ruin the surprise.” “Yeah, yeah,” David grumbled, waving a hand. “Put the hippogryph in the ball room,” Marcus ordered, bending down. Lorne saw him tuck away the bottle inside a hidden compartment in the floor before David blocked his view. “Lorne will be the main attraction. Put the other two outside; one by the pool, the other on the patio.” The raccoon disappeared from Lorne’s view and then he suddenly felt himself get lifted up. Obviously he wasn’t completely stone, because David was suddenly taking him upstairs, lifting him with a grunt, but still more easily than he would a solid statue. *This is insane*, Lorne thought, a little numbly as he was hauled up the stairs. The hippogryph was dropped into the alcove in the main room, David looking him over. The raccoon made a few small adjustments, rotating Lorne a couple of degrees and then pulling him out a little. Lastly, there was a little metal frame that propped him up, locking him in place. Once again, David stood back, surveying the hippogryph. “Well, you’re all set,” he said, grinning at Lorne. “Just so you know, there are a few…complications. You’ll figure it out.” He pat Lorne’s cock again, the hippogryph trying to hump into the touch. He was just so *sensitive*! David laughed and walking out of Lorne’s sight, leaving him alone. The arousal that had begun when he had gotten the first squirt from the bottle hadn’t faded. Lorne began to test his range of movement, working up from his feet. It didn’t take long; he had none, unable to move a muscle. *I have to wait here for the rest of the day?* He focused on the grey length of his cock, visible at the bottom of his field of view. It wasn’t just the petrification that was keeping him erect. Even if he had his body, Lorne was sure he would still be hard. He thought that he felt his shaft throbbing in the air, the equine shaft slightly bowed. He moved to touch it, the arousal making him itch for some pleasure, only to be stymied by his paralysis. He thought he knew the drawback that David had been talking about: spending the rest of the day aroused and unable to do anything about it! ### Being left alone in the corner was boring, doubly so with only his horniness to keep him entertained, but he was vaguely aware of the activity around him. Vague mumbles reached his ears and occasionally people moved into sight. Hours passed excruciatingly slowly but there was no way for Lorne to tell the time; there were no windows or clocks that he could see. Every few minutes, he tried to move again, trying to swing his arms forwards. The urge to touch his cock had only increased. The babble of voices close by reached his ears and Lorne’s heart leapt. Was this the party? The babble grew louder and louder, although he still couldn’t make out any specific voices or words. Suddenly, David appeared next to him. “All right, man,” he said, clapping Lorne’s stone shoulder. “This is your time to shine!” *Wait!* Lorne thought but there was nothing he could do to express it. David vanished again but there were shadows moving around Lorne. Stuck in position, he could only wait for someone to come closer. It didn’t take long for two of the shadows to resolve themselves into shapes, those of a vixen and a female mouse. Both were holding plastic cups and already acting a little tipsy. “Ooh, look at this one,” the mouse said enthusiastically, giggling as she motioned towards Lorne’s stone length. “This is the best one they’ve had all year!” the vixen agreed, looking around quickly then leaning forwards. As she did, Lorne got a whiff of the stuff in her cup: it was strong. He lost track of that thought though when the vixen stroked a finger down his cock, from base to tip. Inside, the hippogryph was moaning, but not a whisper was heard by the two girls. They giggled, the mouse stroking him as well before both of them sauntered away and out of sight. They were quickly replaced with another girl, this one a bovine. She was also drinking, wearing a small shirt that was struggling to contain her bust and beginning to fail magnificently. She didn’t laugh at what she thought to be a very explicit statue. The cow looked around a little nervously, almost furtively, then bent over, giving Lorne’s shaft a lick with her wide tongue. Lorne saw stars, wanting desperately to hump into that tongue, arousal getting driven to its highest point yet. After that one lick though, she turned and hurried away, leaving the statue needier than ever. To his dismay, the arousal that he felt didn’t seem able to lessen; it only grew. More and more people began to file past Lorne, almost all of them female. Every single one was drinking something, holding the ubiquitous plastic cups. Not all of them touched Lorne but enough did. The pleasure built and built inside him, unable to go anywhere. Everyone seemed to get drunker as time passed on, the voices getting louder around him, although with no audible words. *This isn’t so bad*, Lorne thought. *A little while longer, a few more strokes*…* *He would have blushed if he’d been able; the desire to cum was rapidly becoming his major concern. The cow came back, looking flushed and now accompanied by one of the members of the fraternity. He whispered into her ear and the cow blushed harder, looking around before giggling with a small smile. She dropped to her knees in front of Lorne, looked around again, and then tugged her shirt down, baring her tits. There was a whistle from the guy next to her and the cow blushed again, lifting her heavy breasts and placing them around Lorne’s cock. He gave a long mental moan as softness enveloped the bottom two-thirds of his length. His mind was almost completely blank, filled with just the pleasure, pleasure that was only heightened as the bovine sealed the end of her muzzle around his tip, suckling gently. Lorne longed to buck his hips into her touch, but before he could really bask in the feeling of her breasts and mouth, she was standing, leaving her chest exposed. “There,” she said, the male putting his arm around her bare shoulders. “I win the bet.” She giggled tipsily and they left the small area that Lorne could see and hear. *Come on! So close! I feel like I’m about to cum…* His balls, stone though they were, felt like they were churning with unspilt seed, aching powerfully. All it would take is a few moments of a mouth or *anything* and he would be able to cum. Right now though, he was left at the level that the cow had put him at with the arousal refusing to fade. No one immediately came back near him and Lorne found himself fantasising about the cow’s warm muzzle…her incredibly soft, warm tits… A rhythmic sound reached his ears a little while later and someone entered his sight. If he could have widened his eyes, he would have. The vixen was back, now completely naked. The rhythmic sound he heard resolved itself into an indistinct chant as the vixen came closer, grinning. “All right,” she said, not a hint of slur to her words. The vixen held up her hands, apparently placating a crowd, before turning to Lorne. Someone through a bottle to her and she said a quick thanks. *No*, Lorne thought distractedly. *She can’t*… The thought trailed off as the vixen upended the bottle over his length, lube squirting out over the stone. The feeling of the cool, thick liquid made him give another silent moan but he was distracted again as the vixen threw the bottle away, instead turning away from him. Someone brought a chair forwards and the vixen put her hands on it, leaning over and bending her tail high. Lorne’s mind went blank; her spade was visible, already puffy and wet. His nose wasn’t strong like this but he thought he could detect a whiff of her arousal. He watched as she drew closer and closer, the gap between her spade and the tip of his cock lessening. There were muted cheers as they finally made contact. The sensations almost felt like they were happening to another person. As Lorne watched, the vixen moaned, her spade spreading and stretching around the wide tip of his cock. The vixen rocked back, taking a little more of his shaft. Pleasure was racing through the hippogryph, the feeling of a tight, warm pussy enveloping his tip like heaven. This was better than he could have dreamed! The vixen threw her head back, moaning more loudly as she rocked her hips more firmly, pushing back so that more of the stallion shaft spread her. It looked far too big for her body, her spade trembling as it wrapped around him but she didn’t seem fazed, slowly sinking further down. Lorne would have been moaning up a storm if he’d been able to. The orgasm he wanted was fast approaching, spurred on by the third of his cock that was now deep inside the vixen. Her walls were rippling and clenching along the hard stone, the sensations nevertheless felt by the hippogryph. She was slowing down now, making small humps as the crowd cheered. She gave another downward push, getting half of his cock inside her before stopping. The vulpine stayed still for a few seconds, panting with her eyes closed, sex squeezing down every few seconds, before she began to pull off. Lorne wanted to screech, to beg her to keep going, but he needn’t have worried. The vixen withdrew until the head of his shaft was inside her, then thrust back quickly, beginning to fuck herself on the stone Lorne. Being immobilised was never so frustrating: Lorne wanted to help, to pound into her like a hen in heat. Even stuck like that, an orgasm was rapidly approaching. He tried to tense, waiting as the vixen began to throw herself forwards and back wildly, moaning loudly. He was almost there…almost…there… A stampede of emotions ran through the hippogryph: realisation, horror, desperation, anger, lust, and many others. He couldn’t cum! The pleasure was still there, the vixen embedding his cock within her pussy, but the climax he desperately needed wouldn’t come. He was stuck on the edge, feeling like he was about to go over any second. *No no no no!* The howl was locked inside his head, heard by no one. In front of him, the vixen let out a loud series of yips, slowing down and trembling. Inside her, her pussy was clenching and spasming erratically as she climaxed on him. Lorne’s fresh howl reverberated inside his head, but there was nothing he could do as the tired vixen climbed off him, her sex gaping a little as his shaft popped free. *Come back!* he shouted, desperately. The feeling of being on the edge was still there, the need and pleasure of the night roiling inside his statue form. *Come back!* The rest of the night passed in a haze of confused lust and denial. More than one visiting sorority member wanted to feel what it was like to take a stallion, only making Lorne more and more needy. Even the bovine girl from earlier had a go, the first to take his entire length inside her. That sent Lorne into a frenzy; unable to cum while a tight sex gripped his cock from every direction was an entirely fresh torture for the poor hippogryph. As the nigh progressed, Lorne didn’t notice the boundary of his awareness slowly decreasing. As the twenty-four hours were slowly used up, he could see, hear, and smell less and less. He didn’t care though, not when pussy after pussy was sliding down his cock, each time hoping that this one would be the one that would allow him to cum. There was a little mouse using him, barely fitting his tip inside her, when he heard a scream. It was muffled but suddenly the delightful pressure squeezing his tip was gone, the mouse vanishing out of his view. Confused, he wondered what was happening, only for an acrid smell to become apparent. *What is that?* It took a few seconds for his muddled mind to place it, and connect it to the scream. *Smoke? Fire? Fire! Help! What about me?!* The smell grew stronger and the little that Lorne could see was illuminated by a bright orange glow. *Oh god,* he thought in terror. *Can I burn?* He needn’t have worried. The fraternity’s house was going up in flames, but the hippogryph was safe inside. He felt the intense heat all around as flames engulfed him, but stone doesn’t burn, and the heat brought no pain. Instead, the flames licking around his shaft felt amazing. He began to beg them instead, hoping that they would be the final thing to push him over the edge and bring him to the most satisfying climax of his life. The fire was still there when everything faded. Lorne couldn’t hear, see, or smell a thing. He could only feel the licking of the fire, the vaporous strokes along the stone the only thing in the world. ### David was standing nervously on the pavement outside the remnants of the frat house, checking his watch compulsively every few seconds. He looked up. The sky was still full of a thick cloud of black smoke, haze hanging over the area and lit by the newly risen sun. There were fire trucks and policemen all around, but they were leaving now. The fire was out, although the house was all but a ruin. Luckily, no one had been hurt. At least, no one that the cops knew about. He glanced over towards the edge of the property, where a naked wolf and ram were wrapped in blankets, next to a stern Marcus. The raccoon hurried over to him. “Oh god, you got to them just in time,” he whispered, glancing around nervously. “Yeah, with only a few minutes left,” Marcus said in a low voice. He checked his watch too. “Deadline has passed. Still can’t go in the house; fire department has declared it off limits. Said something on the top floor started it, like a laptop or computer.” “What about Lorne?” David said, his voice beginning to rise. “He’s still in there! Still a statue! And you know how the night leaves you—” He let out a strangled squawk of a sound as the much larger gryphon grabbed him by the neck, yanking him around the corner. “Listen closely,” Marcus said, leaning in close. “We don’t know Lorne. He never turned up to the house. All of his stuff is destroyed; they can’t identify it, and no bodies were found. We’ll rebuild the house, but not if they find out what we did. And if we find a statue…well, we’ll put it in a place of honour. Got it?” He released David. The raccoon coughed, rubbing his throat. If they were caught, they’d all go to prison, and he knew there was no helping the hippogryph. “Lorne who?” he croaked.