An Unlikely Combination
Author's Note: Alright, folksies! Yet another story from moi, Blackavar Bunnie! A lot of you people have been wondering why I seem to have Blackavar in almost every damn thing I write. My answer to that? I don't know. I just like writing different types of Blackavar. I'm still exploring myself as a literary character. *Sticks his tongue out.*
Disclaimer: Okay, same rules apply as nigh everything else in this damn place. If you don't like gay sex, are too young to read about gay sex that you might like anyway, don't read my brand of it. I don't want you getting in trouble. I don't want me getting in trouble either, so if you intend to sue me for mental trauma, I ain't got shit so don't bother.
An Unlikely Combination
Grinding techno beats, the disorganized sound of dancers' feet hitting the floor at different times. The laser lights flashing off of the walls and windows, and the club-hired dealers in the corner who'll sell you government-licensed pot, E, or LSD depending on the thickness of your pocket book. Moans, whimpers, and growls in the back rooms, only barely audible to those standing just in front of them. The smell of the sweat and musk of at least thirty furs on the dance floor on one end of the club, the smell of liquor on the other end, and then the smell of cheap hours d'oeuvres all waft towards the ceiling to form the horny atmosphere of the place. Every night in the Mars Paradiso, gay nightclub extraordinaire, is the last rave on earth, and every fur who attends never turns down a good thing, particularly when it feels like the last thing.
In sharp contrast to the outside, the restrooms (one chooses from the men's room or the men's room) are almost perfectly sterile. The neutral smell of cleaning chemicals and the pungent smell of toilet cleaning pads that think they smell like bubblegum make the room feel like a completely different world. At least, that's what Jake the human--stoned, but not on the pot for sale in the corner of the club--felt as he watched the third fur stand and leave the stall next to him, his heart crashing against his chest like the bathroom door did its frame. In fact, Jake considered, the only things in the bathroom that suggested this had any connection at all to the other world were the small, slightly less than fist-sized holes in the wall, lined with the same chrome-colored material that clung to the edges of the stall walls and doors.
He had never seen a glory hole before, especially one actually built into the wall instead of roughly hewn out and lined with duct tape or some such crude material. He had quickly learned why the name glory hole fit so aptly after watching three furs take a piss, right in plain sight. The heavy sound of the first fur's urine splashing into the water caused his cock to tingle and by the time the other two had been and gone and he had, in his mind, been pissed in and pissed on three times, he found it was much more comfortable to just not bother with the clothes at all because there was no way he was going to get anything to go down, not with the pot in his system.
He eyed the small yellow droplets that had been sloppily left on the seat and pondered reaching underneath the wall of the stall and collecting it on his fingers and having a taste, but he decided he would rather not have it cold. Perhaps next time, if he was quick enough.
He let out a series of explosive, shaky exhalations in order to try and relax and realized that if he didn't get out of this situation soon, it was going to drive him insane. The next fur would be his first, he decided.
* * *
Blackavar tipped back the tiny glass and finished his Vesper Martini. He looked around the club, unwittingly clicking his tongue in imitation of the percussion backing the current Prodigy number that pounded into his skull. Fucking Firestarter. Just 'cause it's 'classic' doesn't make it good, he grumbled mentally and placed the glass on a tenner (keep the change, the rest's a tip) and headed towards the bathroom.
Just leave it to Miles to set him up with a date that isn't even going to show. It's still surprised him, though. Most furs don't turn down a rabbit when they get the chance to have one. But it's in the fucking fifties to get into the damn club! Not to mention that if his date doesn't show, Black's wasted a good three hours sitting at the bar nursing milliliters out of the same Vesper as should have been gone in a gulp.
He wasn't thirsty, he was pissed. And now he needed to take one. Not to mention he had to wipe the Wet off his tailhole before it dried and gave him a rash. He grumbled obscenities under his breath and mentally blocked out the sounds of the furs fucking behind closed doors as he made his way to the restroom. He kicked open the door (Fuck, it's steel. It'll live.) and walked to the sink, looked in the mirror.
He didn't like what he saw. His eyebrows were drawn down in an irritated glare over his green eyes, and he relaxed them. He tried on a meek smile, and let out some stress in a low sigh. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on the mirror and looked himself in the eye as he gave his reflection a pep talk.
''Come on, Blacky, lighten up. You're never like this.''
''Yeah, I know, but he could have at least called.''
''You're gonna feel bad when you find a message on your machine.''
''I guess he could have called when I was gone.''
''That's right, he could have called. You always leave early for dates, so it's quite possible that he called after you had already left.''
''True...''
''And if he's as nice as Miles say he is, he won't have any problems reimbursing you. That is if you're actually going to ask him to do so.''
''Well, I am tight on cash.''
''It's not the only thing you've been tight on lately.''
''I know, I know.''
''Seriously. You need to relax.''
''That's what this was supposed to be for.''
''And yet when it doesn't go right, you're kicking doors and growling shit at people you don't even know?''
''Fine, fine. I won't ask him for the money. It could have been important, and it wouldn't really be fair to demand it from him. Let's just clean up and go home.''
''That's a good bun.''
''Yeah...''
Blackavar turned and opened up the stall door behind him, and stepped in. Close, lock, drop pants. He sat down to urinate as he always had done so, simply because he preferred to not waste the energy on standing. He leaned back and closed his eyes, breathing in the fruity air of the restroom and thinking as his bladder emptied into the bowl. He realized how much he had wanted this to work out, how much he wanted to be with someone. In retrospect, how much he really needed a fuck.
* * *
Jake was a little afraid when he heard the fur talking. When he had seen pictures of them, he had always imagined them having slightly high-pitched voices with cute little accents and speech impediments. The voice was soft, sure, but it sounded just like a human's. He thought he had been caught and that the nightclub owner had called the human police when he had first heard the words ''Come on.'' He decided to pretend he hadn't heard, or more accurately that he wasn't there, and when the speech continued, Jake realized the fur was talking to himself. He relaxed a little.
Then the footsteps headed in his direction, and the stall next to his opened up. Through the glory hole he saw black fur, a cyan mop of head hair, and long ears as the fur, now identified as a rabbit, sat down at the toilet. Jake backed away out of the view of the glory hole when he realized that he was now within sight of the rabbit. With a careful peek, he realized the rabbit's eyes were closed.
Expecting the worst, but trying to brave it, he stood up quietly and slid his cock all the way through the glory hole and closed his own eyes.
* * *
He just needed a... he had no idea how long it had been there, but it was almost an answer to his dreams. Almost. The difficulty came in placing the species. Blackavar had never seen a cock colored like that. Most had always been a kind of red, some were black. This was an difficult to place color, something like the tone of his skin underneath all the fur. There was a sheathe, but it was strange. It seemed to climb the length of the shaft to halfway way up the glans.
He took it in his paws, not actually intending to please so much as to examine, and tried sliding the sheathe back. He realized that it was somehow connected to the tip of the cock and wouldn't go any further back then that. He ran his paws over it to get a feel for the texture and the shape, and to wipe away the precum that had rapidly collected at the urethra.
He leaned forward and inhaled the scent of this new cock and was intrigued by the mild scent that wafted off of it. Whoever belonged to this cock washed it skillfully, enough to get rid of any unpleasant smells, but not so thorough as to leave it dead and scentless. It was definitely a person who appreciated the effect the scent of arousal had on sexual partners.
He grinned as he realized there were small moans coming from the other side of the wall. His little examination was doing the other guy some good. It was actually doing himself some good, too, or at least so his hardening cock had reported. He glanced down at the floor of the stall underneath the wall and lifted an eyebrow. The feet he saw were quite hairless, had five tiny little toes on the tip of some quite long bone structure. So it was a human, Blackavar realized and found that he wasn't in the slightest appalled or bothered by the fact. He had long since decided subconsciously that the laws against fur\human copulation were bullshit, but now he was actually paying attention.
He got down slowly on his knees and lustily took in more of that mild human scent of arousal and closed his eyes. He took a lick and decided he liked what he'd found.
* * *
Jake had whimpered even as he felt the air around his cock disturbed and broken, and had moaned gently when the softly furred paw had wrapped itself around his member. His heart raced as he felt his foreskin peeled back from his glans and had felt slightly flattered at the reception of the smell of his cock.
He was incredibly excited, and his cock was the hardest it had probably ever been. When he was fully aroused, his cock was a sight to see. An eighth over eight inches, two inches wide, and at the bottom of it, he suddenly felt a tongue. Said tongue was soft and a little more textured than a human's, but still quite tolerable and blissfully moist. It started off at the little space where his shaft met his balls and dragged up and up, agonizingly slowly and then finally it was on his glans. He moaned as he felt it circle on the tip of his cock, then on the incredibly sensitive band of flesh that ran from his urethra to his shaft.
The hot breath and the tongue caused him to release more pre and the tongue greedily lapped it up, much to the ecstasy of Jake. Then he realized that the air around his cock had gotten hotter and, just as he had enough time to register this condition change, he felt a paw close around his base and a mouth close around his glans.
It felt so much better than any human he had ever been with. The cheeks were slightly narrower, and the feeling of them against the flesh of his glans was mind-blowing. Then the mouth began to move. Just a little, at first, just in fractions of an inch. But the wet, hot mouth was soon traveling from the tip of the glans to the paw that enclosed the last four inches of his cock. The rabbit's tongue swirled seductively against and around his cock.
Jake let out a loud moan, and thrust his hips against the glory hole to feel the pressure on his pelvis. Then the paw disappeared and Jake felt the entrance of the rabbit's very hot, tight throat. He shivered as he felt the throat contract, gag on his cock, but this 'Blacky' continued to swallow it down.
Finally, Jake was hilted in the rabbit's throat, and the sensation made him dizzy. His legs were quivering as he fought to stay standing, wondering when the rabbit was going to start bobbing his head or at least do something to pleasure the cock inside him. Then Jake realized why the rabbit was remaining inert. Jake was being given permission to fuck the rabbit's stationary face.
He pulled out a little, nervously, and pushed his cock in, groaning as he felt the throat contract around his glans again. He gripped the top of the wall of his cubicle, and began to fuck the rabbit's throat. The throat was incredibly talented; no matter what Jake threw at it, it was capable of taking it. Sometimes it would even jerk away as Jake was pulling out, and then push back forward as he was thrusting inwards.
The exposure to the soft, hot flesh was driving him close to orgasm and he was almost there when the rabbit completely pulled away. He felt hands on his cock and suddenly he was being rubbed maddeningly all over the beautiful furry body. He felt both of the rabbit's nipples tweak his urethra, felt his cock pressed against the rabbit's. He felt himself being dragged slowly down the small of the rabbit's back... down to the tail... down to underneath it. Jake swallowed nervously as he felt his glans being pressed against the slick moist flesh of the rabbit's prelubed tailhole.
He gripped the top of the wall fiercely, and let out a groan as his cock pushed into the ridiculously tight sphincter of the rabbit in front of him on the first try. He was fully hard, and there was nowhere else for his cock to go.
* * *
The human's cock was magnificent hard and large, the taste of his precum was delightful. When Blackavar felt that the human was ready to come, he decided he'd get what he came to the club for, just not from a fur. He slowly teased the cock as he reapplied a little lube to himself, just in case. He slid the cock underneath his tail and felt the old familiar sensation of excitement. He coaxed his sphincter to relax just a little and forced the glans inside himself, savoring the glorious pain of being opened without stretching first. He moaned and pushed himself all the way down the cock, pressed his rump against the glory hole, and squealed as he felt the human push in and out with renewed vigor, a steady rhythm.
He had expected the human to be close to coming, but apparently he knew some kind of trick because his rhythm didn't stagger even once, until everything stopped. Blackavar was puzzled momentarily, until he realized the human wanted him to do. He chuckled softly and pulled halfway off of the rather satisfying cock, and then shoved himself back into the glory hole with an almost suicidal zeal. He cried out, savoring and abhorring the painful sensation as the human's cock went in at the wrong angle. He readjusted his trajectory and tried again, this time finding it satisfactory.
Slowly everything in the world melted away except for his tailhole and that cock. He rode it desperately, groaning and whimpering, sweating enough to leave small puddles on the floor. He tightened his sphincter, and curved a little to make sure that the most sensitive part of the cock was always in direct contact with his soft, tight flesh.
He pressed his hands against the far wall to give himself some support, and increased the strength of his thrust, crying out every time he hilted himself. Every time that glans shoved against his prostate, he squirted a little bit of pre onto the tile.
He realized that the cock inside him was throbbing. He felt the human's seed shooting up his colon, but he kept thrusting, knowing that the best part of an orgasm is being taken to pleasure beyond one's capacity to tolerate. Eventually the human pulled out, causing him to whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness. His left paw dropped to beneath his hot pink tail, and a finger collected some of the semen dripping out of his hole.
He plugged himself with two fingers, and twirled them idly against his prostate as he pulled a card out of the pocket of his jeans, which had collected around the floor. He took a pen from his jacket and wrote something on the back of it, flicked the card underneath the wall of his cubicle into the human's, drew up and fastened his clothes, and walked out.
* * *
Stop, stop stop, Jake was thinking as he felt his orgasm ripped out of him into a ceaselessly pounding lapine colon. Even as much as he wanted to, he didn't have the strength to actually pull his spasming cock out of that delicious hole. Finally, as his orgasm came to an end, he pulled his hypersensitive cock out of that gripping hell of pleasure and gasped a little bit. He rested his sweaty forehead against the wall and gazed down at the floor, overwhelmed and almost exhausted.
He heard the rabbit shimmying around in the next stall, and then he recognized the sound of a belt buckle clasping shut, the stall door opening and closing, and then the crash of the bathroom door. He sat down on the toilet, trying to regain his breath and staring down at the floor. There was a card on it. On the front, the name of the rabbit. Blackavar. And a phone number. On the back...
''Meet me out in front of the club at eleven. I'm going to give you the fucking of your life. - B.B.''
Jake checked his watch. 10:58.
He yanked on his clothes.
He ran.