Alright, here's the first part of the big frat party story. Short, heavy on plot with a quick vore scene, and it's more of a prologue. Character Bios won't be updated till the last part is posted, which will likely have the bulk of the post-story notes, also.

The Tau Tau Psi pred fraternity prepares for their first big party of the semester, as the Chapter President gives some last minute advice and warnings.

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Winter's End Bash (Part I)
By: IndigoRho

The great room of the Tau Tau Psi frat house was bustling. Fifteen furs, a mixture of freshmen pledges and prominent upperclassmen, had been summoned, all chatting away as they waited for the meeting to begin. One of the pledges, a slim otter named Xander, was happily sitting with a trio of friends he had made during his first year at Columbia State University. There was his roommate Kyler, an orange and white rabbit who had been almost rail-thin when the school year began, and now weighed a solid two hundred pounds thanks to vore. He hadn't had a live meal until the summer after high school, but became hooked right away. Kyler had literally jumped at the chance to join a pred frat when Xander had mentioned pledging. Probably for the best. Both were active preds, and one would have definitely ended up in the other's belly by now had they not bonded over the shared experience.

Also besides him was Vann, a hybrid who was about the same size as Kyler. Vann's ancestry was all over the place, though his draconic heritage was most prominent. He had thick gray fur as opposed to scales, though, and lacked wings. Lastly there was Jordan, Vann's roommate. Like Kyler, the jaguar had been much smaller at the beginning of the first semester, though pretty fit. Fit enough, in fact, to catch the eye of Xander's older brother, Xavier. Xavier's fondness of athletic felines was infamous in the frat, mainly due to his tendency to date and then eat them. He had pressured Xander into befriending the jaguar, for the sole purpose of eventually having an in with Jordan somewhere down the road. Fortunately, Xander formed a genuine friendship with the guy, and had played a considerable role in encouraging him to embrace gluttony. Jordan's pudgy middle now made him somewhat unappetizing in Xavier's mind, though Xander still tried to keep the two away from each other as much as possible.

Eventually, Scott, the Chapter President of the fraternity, loudly cleared his throat to quiet the other members and gain their attention. A stocky badger/elk hybrid, he always appeared at least a little intimidating, despite his friendly reputation and ever-present smile.

“Alright, you all probably know the main reason we're gathered hear, but I wanted to go over some general fraternity business first,” Scott began.

“Now, none of what I'm about to say is new to any of you, but I feel it's important to drill this shit into your heads, because we've had one too many poor listeners the last few months.” A few chuckles from the audience interrupted the silence. “First, and absolutely foremost: Do not, under any circumstances, try to start a turf war with the other pred frats. Zeta Nu Delta and Rho Mu Psi are supposed to be friendly rivals, not our blood enemies. Feel free to eat any of them in self-defense, but don't go out of your way to hunt them or purposely provoke them. I joined Tau Tau Psi a couple years after the frats finally settled down, and there were barely enough upperclassmen left uneaten to keep things running. If you really need convincing, just take a look at our memorial wall and enjoy how few pictures there are now compared to back then. And before anyone gets snarky, don't go after the pred sororities, either. Reality of it is, there are plenty of prey on campus and in the city for all of us”

Everyone nodded in agreement. “Good. I shouldn't have to say this next one either, but do not eat your fellow Tau Tau Psi brothers without one Hell of a good reason! We're all here to hunt together and share our love of a full, squirming belly. Consuming another member of the frat can be punishable by a one-way trip to a senior member's stomach, likely Derek's here,” Scott pointed to the portly gut of the brown gryphon besides him.

Derek jiggled his belly a little. “I've always got a vacancy.” He grinned.

“I'm being serious, dude,” Scott said with a short-lived frown. “Next, don't go to Apex, especially if you're underage! They're very serious about carding, and the bouncers will gladly eat anyone dumb enough to force the issue. Even if you get in, the place just isn't worth it. It's just a dive bar filled with preds, and the regulars will go out of their way to clear out a group of visiting college kids. Stick with one of the closer bars if you absolutely need to sneak a drunk meal.”

“Somewhat related, but don't hunt in the park on campus, either. The place is pretty much just full of Freshmen preds who haven't figured out it's a shitty place to find prey, and a couple of the campus security guys who patrol through there are preds themselves.”

Xavier, who was also up front with Scott, shuddered a bit, which didn't surprise Xander. He knew his brother had tried hunting in that park with a couple other pledges his first year. The trio had apparently targeted an incredibly obese goat, assuming the large security guard would be an easy meal. A few minutes later, Xavier was fleeing for his life as the goat enjoyed a lively two-course meal of reckless freshmen.

Scott seemed to suddenly remember another piece of advice. “Oh yeah, and don't fucking accept Derek's open challenges, just don't. No one ever wins.” Derek glared at him, and the gathered pledges looked on in confusion.

“Any questions?” Scott asked, answered by silence. “Good, moving on. In a couple days we'll be hosting our big Winter's End Bash. First party of the new semester, so the house will be packed. Everyone will be given set-up tasks after the meeting's over. Now, every pledge is required to eat at least one fur during the course of the party. Can't be temporary, we'll expect to find your stomach full of someone when we wake you tomorrow morning.”

A short wave of murmurs spread through the audience as the pledges grew excited.

“Glad to see everyone looking forward to their homework. Be warned, though, if you fail to eat someone, you'll earn a demerit. You all know the system. Three demerits and you fail the pledge period, and now that it's second semester, failing the pledge period means you leave the hard way.” Derek helpfully slapped his paunch for emphasis, not that the pledges needed it. “You were all given the chance to safely drop out last semester, so anyone still here knows what they're getting into. And just to make myself clear, again, you are not allowed to eat your fellow pledges as part of the assignment, understood?”

Nothing but nods followed.

“Good, good. Rules of the party aren't any different than usual. Remember to respect the outcome of any vore-related competitions that spring up, and do your part to ensure their results are honored. If your buddy gets swallowed because he totally thought he was a beer pong pro, then too bad. Feel free to invite any friends, family, or strangers you want, the more the merrier. Just remember they won't be considered off-limits.” Scott panned the crowd for any signs of confusion before continuing. “The eight a.m. clean-up rule is still in effect. Anyone who isn't a Tau Tau Psi member found on the property at that time will be eaten. I know it's a bit harsh, but it discourages stragglers, and cleaning is a lot easier when you don't have to work around a dozen plus passed out furs. There are no exceptions to this rule, so make sure you warn your invitees.”

Scott mumbled something to Xavier, and the otter quickly passed him a bowl. “Speaking of clean-up, we'll now be selecting the illustrious “waste bin” for the party. Remember, whomever's chosen will have the honor of being fed anyone who breaks party rules, along with anyone dumb enough to still be here after morning call. They won't be allowed to drink or eat anyone else during the party, though. If a pledge is chosen, they'll
be exempt from their assignment.”

The frat members watched with bated breath as Scott's paw rummaged through the bowl full of names. Being assigned the role was a mixed blessing. You might end up spending the whole night bored and sober, watching your friends gorge, or you could end up delightfully full by morning. There was never much consistency.

Scott finally pulled out a small slip of paper, and read the name aloud. “Xander.”

Xander groaned, a little too loudly, as his friends gave him a mix of mock and genuine congratulations. He'd been hoping to show off a little at the party and just have fun. Above all else, he didn't like not knowing just how much he might have to eat. His hunting style relied on staying in relatively good shape, and being forced to eat a bunch of drunks could throw off his game. At the last party the “waste bin” had only ended up with two meals, neither of which were very fat. Maybe he'd be just as lucky.

“Alright, before we start distributing the rest of your assignments, there's one last important matter to deal with,” Scott said, his cheeriness quickly fading. “Everyone follow me to the basement.”

The general mood of the room worsened. For the last two days a special room in the basement had been marked as both off-limits and occupied: the feeding room. Years ago, as part of a class project, a handful of engineering majors in the frat had put together a ridiculous contraption designed for automatic force feeding. The machine was simple, basically just a pump connecting small kegs to a tube, and found plenty of use. Frat members could bind prey to either a table or chair, and stuff them silly with whatever was available. Marshmallow, chocolate, whipped cream, juice, milk. During parties someone would inevitably get drunk enough to stuff themselves. The only time the room was ever locked for this long was when a meal was being prepped, and most of the pledges had noticed the conspicuous absence of Charlie, a prominent senior in the frat.

Piling through the doorway and into the feeding room, the attendees' assumptions were confirmed. Laying upon the angled table beside the feeding machine, paws bound above his head, was Charlie. The weasel was gagged and stripped down to his boxers. When most had last seen him, he'd been in great shape, often sporting at least the hint of abs depending on how long it'd been in between hunts. Now he had a round, taut belly. He began struggling frantically as the visitors arrived, his yells muffled by the gag.

Scott approached the captive, solemn. “I'm sure everyone here knows Charlie. He's mentored new members for years, likely gave a few of you some great advice. We both pledged at the same time and were roommates our Sophomore year. He was there for me when my sister was eaten, and I helped him get revenge when someone ate his girlfriend. I can think of few better friends I've made in my four years at Columbia State.”

His voice wavered a little. “Unfortunately, Charlie decided to break one of the fundamental rules: do not actively target members of rival frats. Charlie has spent the last few months hunting Zeta Nu Delta members, at least four or five of them, probably more. His recklessness came dangerously close to causing a major incident, and you should all be incredibly thankful that Zeta Nu's President is both rational and forgiving.” Scott removed Charlie's gag.

“Please Scott, let me go, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” Charlie begged.

Scott shook his head. “Apologies aren't gonna cut it.”

“They ate Leon and his bro, I couldn't just sit back man!” Charlie said, desperately.

“Those two could have been eaten by literally anyone, you let your anger convince you it was Zeta Nu. You came close to completely undoing years of relative peace, all because of a stupid gut instinct!” Scott growled. “Derek, Xavier, angle him up some more, and release him on my signal.”

The pair complied, cranking away as Charlie's table nearly became vertical. His bound paws were connected to a metal loop near the top, the only thing preventing him from sliding down onto the floor. Scott bent down onto his knees before the table, opening his mouth as wide as he possibly could. Charlie was staring straight into the throat of his friend, horrified. He thrashed violently, trying to escape the fate that awaited him. He pleaded and apologized, tears running down his cheeks, begging for anyone to intervene. The gathered frat members simply watched. Some who had grown fond of the weasel either appeared sad or outright looked away, while others grinned in excitement at the show. After a few more tense moments, Derek cut Charlie's lifeline, sending the weasel skidding down the table, shrieking.

Charlie's bound legs slid into Scott's open mouth and down his throat with ease, the weasel's progress only halted by his recently stuffed belly. He squirmed in terror, feeling the muscles of the esophagus slowly begin to pull him in further. Derek and Xavier moved to either side of him, and started pushing.

“No! No! Don't—don't do this to me!” Charlie cried, unable to defend himself. “Derek, please we're friends! Xavier, I recruited you!”

“Sorry man, rules are rules,” Derek replied, bluntly.

“We'll make sure a good picture's chosen for the memorial wall,” Xavier added.

Charlie's belly slipped past Scott's lips, the rest of his torso following quite easily. “There has to be another way Scott! You can't just eat me, not after everything we've been through!” His legs were folding up within the badger's wet, warm stomach, dipping into a pool of digestive juices. “Not like this, not like this, I don't want to die!”

Derek and Xavier gave one final push, and Charlie's head disappeared from sight, silencing his pleas. A handful of strong gulps sent his shaking arms and paws down with him. The deed was done. Scott rested on the floor, his exposed gut bouncing from his friends struggles. A slight smile crept on his face as he massaged his belly, unable to resist enjoying the experience somewhat. He quickly composed himself, though, and began aggressively belching out what little air remained in his stomach. The others watched the badger's belly tighten around the outline of Charlie, impeding his movement. His spasms continued for a couple minutes, but he inevitably passed out from the lack of air.

“I feel this should make it perfectly clear to all of you how seriously we take the rules here at Tau Tau Psi,” Scott said, slightly winded. “No one is exempt from them, regardless of experience, relation, or social status. I don't like doling out these punishments, but they're necessary. Now, Derek and Xavier will give you your pre-party assignments, enjoy the rest of your day.” The group filed out of the room, leaving Scott to digest and mourn his friend in peace.

Xavier settled in next to Xander, grinning. “Excited about your important role?” he teased.

“Ugh, it's not fair! I haven't had a proper meal in almost a month, and the party would have been a great way to show off!” Xander grumbled.

“Don't whine, you've got plenty of parties ahead of you,” Xavier said. “Besides, you're pretty much guaranteed a meal now.”

“Yeah, but I don't get to choose it, and I've got no idea how many I'll end up with. What if I end up looking like Zeke in a week?” Xander said, referencing the pair's older, fatter brother.

Xavier didn't seem too concerned. “You'll be fine, there's almost never more than two stragglers or rule-breakers.”

Kyler snuck into the conversation. “Man Xander, I'm jealous! I'd love to just be able to relax at the party and have prey brought to me like that. Then I wouldn't have to worry about getting a second demerit.”

“Just invite your meal to the party, that's what I do,” Xavier said. “I've got a panther in mind who makes my mouth water just thinking about him.” The otter's mind quickly wandered.

“Not like your mouth will get to taste much of him,” Xander joked.

Xavier flicked his brother hard in the ear, causing the younger otter to wince. “Keep that up and I'll consider making room for a second cat. Enough drinks will override my preferences, trust me.”

Xander knew he was referring to Jordan. His brother had never eaten any of his friends, but Xander didn't want to push his luck. “Sorry, sorry.”

Nearby, Jordan was chatting with Vann, unaware he was being used as a bargaining chip. “Vann, I...I was thinking about inviting Spencer to the party, as part of my assignment. Are you ok with that?”

Spencer was the only other student in Jordan and Vann's quad. The horse didn't have much in common with the pair, who had spent far more time hanging out with his roommate. Unfortunately, Spencer had eaten his first roommate a month into the semester, and the poor fur who replaced him barely a week later.

“Honestly, man, it's your decision to make,” Vann said. “Can't really say I'd miss the guy.”

“I guess I'd just feel a bit weird luring someone over I knew, even if he's not really my friend,” Jordan admitted.

“Well, if he's dumb enough to fall for it, then that's his fault. On the bright side, maybe someone cool will move into his room if he's gone,” Vann said.

Jordan smiled. “Maybe. You gonna invite anyone?”

“Not sure yet. I can't really think of anyone in the dorm I'd want to lure over, and I like most of my coworkers, so they're not an option, either,” Vann replied. “I might start getting some piano lessons from one of them soon, too. Haven't played since middle school, and I'd like to relearn.”

“I'm sure they're touched to know you don't want to eat them,” Jordan teased.

“Ha! I admit some of them look rather delicious, I just have good self-control,” Vann laughed. “Anyways, I'll probably just see what the party provides. There'll be plenty of options, and I don't have any demerits, so leaving empty-stomached wouldn't be too devastating.”

“You'll catch someone, and in two days we'll all be happily digesting prey.” Jordan and Vann both grinned, eagerly anticipating the Winter's End Bash.

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There are three vore-centric frats at the university in this setting:
Tau Tau Psi: mix of traditional pred and prey species
Zeta Nu Delta: exclusively traditional pred species
Rho Mu Psi: exclusively traditional prey species

There's also a couple pred sororities, haven't settled on their names yet.

Tossed in a couple more hybrid characters, since they shouldn't be too uncommon in the setting