"Umm.. excuse me, but by any chance are you, Alan Darkhorse?"
Tired from a long day of classes and yet curious to see who has called him out by his full name, Alan slowly swings himself around on the sidewalk leading up to his dorm.
"Yes, I am Alan Darkhorse, who... wants... to.. know?"
His voice fails him as he gets a good look at the person who had just asked for him. His eyes widen and his pulse and breath quicken. For he had expected that the person who had just called him by his full name to be a fellow classmate from one of his classes. Someone just needing his help on some homework from a particular class. But it isn’t a fellow classmate of his, in fact it is the last thing he ever expected to see on campus- a guy wearing what has to be the most elaborate and anatomically correct canine fursuit ever seen outside of any of the furry conventions that he and his friends had ever attended.
"Hi I am Rad from Delta Omicron Gamma and I was wondering if..." says the guy wearing the black and tan German Shepherd dog fursuit.
But Rad’s words are lost on Alan as he just stares and stares at Rad’s fursuit and finds himself silently besieged by a thousand or more questions that he really wants to ask this guy.
"Who are you and where did you get that fursuit?"
"Did you buy that fursuit from somewhere or did you painstakingly make it yourself?"
"And if you bought that fursuit, where can my friends and I get our hands on some?"
"And if you made this fursuit by yourself, where did you get the material from?"
"What kind of animatronics are you using in your head piece to make your ears to twitch like that, your eyes blink and articulate your lower jaw so well?"
"How are you wagging that tail of yours?"
"Can I see the paw pads on your hands and feet?"
"What are using to make yourself stand comfortably on your hind legs like that?"
The questions, Alan, wants to ask this guy out here in the open go on and on inside his head as he continues to admire this guy’s fursuit. And with each question popping into his head, the more he finds himself aroused. He feels his breath and pulse continuing to quicken. His skin feels hot and itchy to him. And he can feel his cock growing erect and pushing itself hard into his underwear and pants.
"Umm... excuse me, hello?" Rad asks him. "You still here for me?"
Rad’s exasperated and slightly amused voice abruptly snaps Alan from the surge of euphoria brought upon him by the guy before him. He shakes himself back into a state of wakefulness and gives Rad a more serious look over.
"Yes I am here, sorry about that Rad." Alan tells him sheepishly. "You just surprised by coming out of the blue like that with that... that fursuit of yours."
"No apology needed, Alan." chuckles Rad. "You aren’t the first person that I have seen and met on campus who has been put into a state of sheer bliss from seeing my fursuit. And you’re probably not going to be the last one either."
"I’ll say." Alan tells him with a smile. "So what were you trying to tell me while I was zoned out and deeply admiring your costume?"
"Well like I said, I am Rad from the Delta Omicron Gamma frat house.."
"That’s one of the off campus fraternity houses off campus isn’t it?" Alan interrupts him.
"Yes it is and I was wondering if you and your roommates would like to join my fraternity during Pledge Week." Rad asks him while twitching his pointed ears and slowly wagging his tail from side to side.
Alan looks at the guy in his black and tan German Shepherd dog fursuit and tells him...