Furpile
Devan sighed as he finally got the last box unpacked. "I need a drink" he said to the empty room. He had just got into town this morning, and spent all day trying to unpack all the boxes to make his new apartment look presentable. This was his first apartment to his own, he had spent his college years living with his parents to cut down on costs. Now he was ready to get on with his life away from parental control.
After a quick check to make sure he really was all done he decided to head on down to that bar he had passed on his way up here. It had had an interesting name; which was what caught his eye, and told him a lot about what that patrons were likely to be like. The bar was called Furpile, which was perfect for him since he was a black wolf with some of his fur dyed acid green in tribal patterns that vaguely resembled the humans' tatoos. Growing up in a small town, he was not used to places that focused on furry patrons. He was going to enjoy the big city.
Pulling up to the bar he could hear some music flowing out the door, it was loud and pounding dance music that would go perfectly with epilepsy inducing flashing lights that were popular in some clubs. He was stopped at the door by a large bull in a tight black muscle shirt and sporting a large gold nose ring.
"I.D.?" The bouncer said gruffly.
"You are aware that you look like a walking stereotype, right?" Devan said as he handed over his I.D. The bull did not answer, just handed back his card and waved him inside. The inside was not as bad as the outside had made it sound like it was going to be. The lights were changing, but they were slower and changed from different shades of blacklight that caused his green fur to fluoresce subtly while his black fur faded into the background. The music was loud, but not headache inducing; which suited him just fine. He just needed a drink to help him relax. He made his way through the thick crowd, which was oddly consisting of only male furs, to get to the bar. After ordering his drink he asked the bartender why it was so packed tonight.
"It's Saturday night at the Furpile. It's always this packed on a Saturday night" the bartender, who happened to be a fox, replied. "This is your first time in here, isn't it?" The fox bartender asked with an odd simile.
"Yes, this is my first night in this city as well." Devan replied.
The fox began to laugh. "Then you will see why this place is so crowded at midnight, which is in about ten minutes."
"Wait one more thing, why are there only guys in here?" He asked.
"Nothing for females to do on a Saturday night, and again you will find out why at midnight." The fox was chuckling sinisterly as he moved on to the next customer.
Now Devan was confused. He made his way to the center of the room to see if he could glean any information from surrounding conversations.
All he was getting was a growing suspicion on why there were no females here tonight. All around him were guys dancing to the music by rubbing themselves all over the nearest guy to them.
Devan whirled around as someone groped his ass. He saw a white wolf smiling at him from inches away.
"Get ready, we're about to start the countdown. And remember, anyone in here is fair game. By entering this building you are giving consent to have the night of your life." For some reason Devan felt like blushing at the wolf's words, but could not think of why. Part of the reason was probably the interesting way the lights seemed to make the wolf glow with and unearthly light. His eyes were the most striking, the lights reflected perfectly off his irises as if they were as white as his fur.
The wolf turned suddenly to face the bar as the music shut off, the bartender he had spoken to before had climbed on top of the bar and began a shouting out a countdown from ten. The rest of the bar picked up the count with him. Devan could feel then excitement in the air grow as the count neared zero. "Four... Three... Two... One... ZERO!" The last word was shouted so loudly that he was stunned for a second.
His shock was intensified as everyone began to shed their clothing, tossing the discarded garments into the air as quickly as they could. He was standing in the middle of what was quickly becoming a... furpile.
"Too slow pup!" someone said into his ear as their paws grabbed his shirt and peeled it off of him. More hands relived him of his pants, opening himself to the sexual chaos surrounding him.
"I'm going to be sore in the morning," he said as his brain finally caught up to what was happening. Someone looked up from what resembled a very well connected conga line to wink at him when they heard his comment. He recognized that it was the bartender abandoning his post to join in on the festivities.
Devan looked down to find a husky lapping at his balls while a doberman entered the husky from behind. 'This is going to be fun' he thought to himself as his cock slipped free of its sheath. When the husky transferred his attentions to his shaft; Devan bent over and grabbed the dog's head to slip his shaft into the eager dog's muzzle. The husky immediately set to work on the shaft; working his sensitive tip with his tongue and suckling lightly.
From this angle he saw a perfectly lonely shaft dripping with pre-cum already, with his other hand he pulled the owner of the engorged member over. He noticed it was a tiger as he bathed the cock with his saliva before taking it into his mouth to work it up and down. He enjoyed the feel of it sliding over his tongue, and the taste of maleness.
He felt something large and warm take his prone position as an invitation, and spread his tail-hole apart to enter him. Devan moaned around the cock in his mouth as his opening was forced apart. It entered slowly at first, but gained speed as pre-cum lubed his insides. He soon felt a knot trying to ram its way into him. When the knot finally entered him it sent a spike of pleasure through his body, and caused pre-cum to flow faster into the husky's mouth. The husky moaned his own pleasure as he savored the flavor of wolf in his mouth.
Devan closed his eyes and basked in the stimulation from the three different furs enjoying his body as much as he was enjoying theirs. The rhythmic pumping from behind forced him deeper into the husky and the tiger deeper into him. He was holding his control of his pleasure back by teeth and claws when a shot of warm musky fluids caught him on the side on his muzzle. The smell and feel of the cum dripping down his muzzle forced him to lose all control. Forcing deeply into the husky's mouth and down his throat he released his load into the waiting dog. His muscles contracted around the two cocks inside him as his orgasm hit him. The sudden tightening caused both penetrating him to lose themselves inside of him; filling him with warmth from both sides. He drank in the feline cum as more cum flowed from his tail-hole to collect on his sac. Someone else spotted this and lapped up the semen from his balls while working their way to the source. Devran shivered and shot more cum into the dog's muzzle when the tongue began licking his tail-hole with the large cock still pumping its fluid into him.
A few minutes later Devan staggered panting up to the bar to join those taking a break and grabbed a quick drink to cool off so he could join back in in a few minutes. He was amazed by the chaos ensuing before him. Every person in the building seemed to be connected to one another in some way. Everyone was lost in a fog of orgiastic bliss. The entire bar smelled of sex, sweat, and semen.
The white wolf from earlier joined him as he was lost in the sight before him. "Enjoying yourself?" The white wolf asked. The wolf had cum dripping down one side of his face and coating his fur on his thighs.
"I'm still here aren't I?" He replied sarcastically. "I'm Devan by the way."
"I'm Ty" he replied. "Are you almost done with your break? I have a friend I would like you to 'meat' with me" Ty grinned at his own pun.
"I would be glad to" he said, completely understanding the pun, and excited by the prospect. He knew he would be sore in the morning, but it would be worth every second. He also knew that from now on he would spend Saturday night losing himself in the Furpile.