Near-Missed Connections
January was a particularly bitter month, and Whiteshadow was on the verge of blowing his savings on a week in Florida. He almost clicked 'Buy' that evening. Instead, he got a text from a trick with whom he'd been playing a frustrating game of phone tag. He suspected he was getting the runaround but could never prove it. When the soft blue light of his phone pierced the dark bedroom, all aspirations of escaping the cold yielded to the hope of reliving what he believed to be a passionate encounter.
Meet me at The Eagle in an hour. Wear your harness.
The arctic hare had bought that black leather harness specifically for his beau, after being pressured into spending eighty dollars that he couldn't really afford to part with. He justified the cost by imagining all the nights they'd spend together, either at the bar or in the bedroom. But that was once, and that was almost three months ago. The harness had been collecting dust in the closet ever since. Whiteshadow was far too shy and timid to wear such attire in public. In fact, the only time he wore it was to take selfies when it arrived.
Perhaps he was a bit too eager. Taking the subway would have placed him at the bar at exactly the right time. But he ordered a taxi and made it there in half an hour. Now he was faced with two choices he didn't care for - stand out in the biting chill of winter for half an hour or go inside and remove his coat and shirt in a room full of strangers. Whiteshadow hedged his bets - he spent about fifteen minutes outside, convinced he'd be meeting his lover a little early and walk inside arm-in-arm. As fifteen frigid minutes dragged on, he relented and stepped inside.
It was packed in the bar, except for the entrance where all the cold air seemed to collect. Behind a chain link fence, a scrawny, gruff-looking badger was taking clothes and handing out tickets. White shadow still shook, mostly from the cold but also a little anxiety. He didn't do well in public, and the thought of stripping down to a harness nearly sent him bolting out the door.
Nevertheless, he drew up the courage to step up to the badger and hand him his jacket, scarf, and finally, his shirt. White shadow could feel the draft rustle his pale chest fur, and it bristled against the leather. The badger hung up the hare's clothes and handed him a ticket.
White shadow climbed up to the second floor of the multistory bar and squeezed past the throngs of scantily-clad men and beasts. His ears burned as he could feel eyes, and a few hands, on him. He was feeling exposed, like prey in the open wild, so he quickly ordered a drink and scurried into a dark corner. At least here he could hide behind the couples making out.
I'm here, he texted. No response came.
For an hour, he nervously pulled at his black-tipped ears and nursed that drink until all the ice cubes had melted, checking his phone almost every minute. The couple making out next to him had shifted, and like the ocean a space was created that needed to be immediately filled. In their stead rolled in a tall polar bear in jeans and a black tee. "Sorry," the polar said as he squeezed between Whiteshadow and the couple, a Corona in one hand and his phone in the other. White shadow had barely noticed, other than the fact that it got much warmer in that corner.
Where are you? He texted again. Still no response.
Another half an hour had passed. To whiteshadow, nothing was worse than being alone in a room full of people. He was wrong: being stood up and alone on a room full of people was far worse. He told himself he was going to finish his drink and go home.
Maybe he sighed loudly and didn't realize it, or maybe he just looked obviously dejected, but as he neared the end of his drink he heard, "You too?"
Whiteshadow looked up at the bear and began to speak, but he was immediately dumbstruck by this thick, brutish figure. He was solidly built, with a little definition and a large beer belly that poked a little white fur out from underneath the dark shirt.
"Um," whiteshadow stammered, "...sorry, what?"
The bear grinned, recognizing his sheepish reaction. "I asked if your date also stood you up." He raised his phone to indicate he was in the same situation.
"Oh. Yeah... I guess he did." He gave a shy, sad half-smile.
"Me too. Been texting with a guy all night and I'm over the whole runaround." He put a meaty paw on the bunny's bare shoulder and gave him the slightest comforting squeeze. "Can I buy you another drink? We can commiserate our losses together." Whiteshadow smiled and nodded. "By the way, my name's Broadway."
The hare smirked. "Like the street? Or like the Gargoyles character?"
"Like the street, smart-ass. What about you?"
"Whiteshadow." He chuckled a bit at the remark and followed him to the bar.
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About an hour passed by since they had ordered their second and third drinks. They had been talking nonstop. Whiteshadow beamed when Broadway mentioned he was an actor, and the bunny grilled him about all the shows he was in. It seemed whatever anxiety Whiteshadow was harboring when he entered had melted away.
"That was you!?" Whiteshadow exclaimed, "I LOVE that show!"
"Yep, that was me! Ten hours on set for a thirty-second bit. But hey, the check still cashes!" He sipped out the end of his rum and coke. Whitshadow mirrored his actions as if to subconsciously synchronize with him. Broadway looked at his phone again. The hare frowned.
"Still no sign of your date?" He asked. He was starting to grow fond of the bear but worried that it was not reciprocated.
"Nah, I'm done with him," Broadway replied, "I'm just waiting for a shooting schedule to come in. Working next week, so I gotta know what days." Whiteshadw nodded. He could follow the production jargon a bit, despite the noise of the club's blaring music and the ambient chatter. "So, how come I haven't seen you on this Fang app?"
Whiteshadow reflexively picked up his phone and flipped through the home screen, searching for the app in question. "I am. I just don't go on this one as much. Fewer grizzly-looking fellas on there. Besides, I have other apps for more... specific things." He blushed as his words trailed off.
"Ah, there you are!" Whiteshadow peeked over to see that the bear had found his profile, FireHare81. His picture featured an over-the-shoulder pose looking back at the camera. The hare blushed and sat back in his stool, feeling like a piece of meat being surveyed. He didn't notice the bear pressing any buttons, but suddenly his own phone lit up with a notification. "Well, shit," Broadway continued, "if I'd have known you were on here I wouldn't have wasted my time with the other loser."
Whiteshadow looked at the notification. It was from him, BroadwayBear, unlocking his private pics to FireHare81. Whiteshadow was not normally this adventurous, but a combination of the three drinks and his incredibly sexy suitor allowed him to lower his guard. "Well, if I knew you were on here, I'd probably have used it a lot more." Among Broadway's private pics were him in a sling getting spitroasted and a closeup of his plump cock, dripping with thick oozy sperm. Whiteshadow grinned and returned the favor. In seconds Broadway's phone lit up with a notification.
"So, what kind of specific things are we talking about?" Broadway teased as he opened his app. Inside he found Whiteshadow's unlocked pictures with his own dick pics, different angles of a fairly large spear. He started typing something with a wry grin on his face.
Whiteshadow laughed nervously. "Ah, fetishes. Stuff I'm not quite ready to divulge." He looked down at his phone. A message from BroadwayBear had come in.
Wow, I wanna fuck you so badly.
Whiteshadow's face flushed with blood as he fervently responded.
"Why not? No place like here to talk dirty, right?" He placed a hand on the hare's thigh. The bear's phone buzzed this time. He glanced down at the message.
I would like that :)
"I dunno," the bunny replied bashfully, "I don't know you that well yet." He didn't know why he was still talking. He had been having two conversations with this handsome ivory-furred creature and it had become clear what their immediate intentions were. Broadway did not intend on toying around any longer. He stood up and took Whiteshadow's hand, leading him into the back room of the bar.
The room was dark and filled with smoke and musk. All around them men of every race and species were openly breeding with each other while the wallflowers watched and waited for prospective mates to enter. The hare felt out of place and pointed meekly to a tiny little alcove in the corner. It carved out a space barely large enough for two. They squeezed into the space and turned to face each other. The bear reached up and took Whiteshadow's head in his hands, then pressed their lips together. Their tongues entwined each other in a deep and passionate kiss. Broadway pinned him to the wall and began grinding into him. Whiteshadow's hands dug under the black tee and slowly lifted it up over Broadway's head. The bear slipped out with ease and shoved the shirt down the back of his dark pants. He barely broke contact with the soft lapine lips.
There was another presence encroaching on their space. A hefty alligator with rusty green scales had sat next to them. While it was true that was the only free space available, it was also obvious that the reptile was on the prowl. He sat there and sipped at his glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving the two tangled in their embrace. Broadway pressed up tight against the bunny.
"He bothering you?"
Whiteshadow sighed as the bear nipped his sensitive ears. "No, it's okay," he whispered, "I kinda like the attention."
"In that case, why don't we give him a show?" Broadway pushed the hare's shoulders down to his knees and unzipped his fly. He reached inside and pulled out his enormous ursine cock. A thick vein ran up the plum-colored flesh and dug underneath the bulbous head where it was met with the anticipatory leakage of the bear's sweet pre. Whiteshadow reached for the base and with a gentle squeeze drew out a little more liquid. His tongue reached up and caught it just as it was about to depart from its fleshy canister. He dragged his tongue up the sensitive shaft, eliciting a moan from the bear. Finally, Whiteshadow wrapped his lips around the entire head and began to descend onto his meal.
"Yesss," Broadway hissed. It was barely audible over the booming sound system and all the other moaning in the room. The bear craned his head up towards the ceiling as that first wave hit him like a punch to the gut. Meanwhile, below the hare savored the gigantic cock, his mouth tingling with satisfaction. He extended his tongue out and lapped at the full underbelly. Another moan from above. "Shit, where'd you learn to suck like that?"
The gator had not been subtle about watching, and soon neither did Broadway. As he started to thrust into his young lover, his eyes met the reptile's. It was not a territorial gaze he shot but a dark stare clouded by lust. They continued to stare for a few long seconds before Broadway grinned and winked at him. That was all the gator needed - he downed what was left of his whiskey, set the glass aside, and shimmied into the tight space.
Whiteshadow couldn't see everything that was happening behind him, but he felt the gator's body trying to fit into the close quarters behind him. A heavy boot arched over the bunny, and the reptile's gut grazed the back of his head. He realized what was happening as the gator sat back against the bench behind him, his treetrunk legs flanking his sides. Two leathery hands reached down and began to massage the back of the hare's neck while he continued to suck the bear's cock deep into the back of his throat.
"He's so soft," the gator said, his massaging fingers creeping around to his throat.
Whieshadow whimpered joyfully at the sensation of sucking cock while his throat was massaged. His hands crept up the back of Broadway's legs and held on as he attempted to get as much dick in his throat as he could. He gagged a couple of times but got close, down three quarters of the way on the glistening rod.
"You should feel what it's like in his mouth," Broadway grunted, getting a few more thrusts in before pulling out. Whiteshadow looked up at him dejected only to have his hair tousled reassuringly. The hare careened his head around to gaze up at the gator. He could barely see over the large reptilian gut, uncovered save for a leather harness of his own and a few heavy nipple knockers. The gator caressed the top of the bunny's head with one hand and with the other reached into his tight navy jeans.
"I'm Roger," he said grinning at the patiently eager hare between his legs.
"Whiteshadow."
"Broadway," the bear chimed in, not wanting to get left out in the process. Roger smiled up at him. "Nice to make your acquaintances," he said. He seemed to be struggling with his zipper below - Whiteshadow saw this and offered his own hands to undo the front of the gator's tightening jeans. This freed Roger's hands to draw the bear close to him and caress the heavy white-furred balls that dangled from Broadway's open fly.
Opening the zipper before him, out flopped a short but stout leathery appendage, slapping Whiteshadow in the face. A thick layer of foreskin covered the head beneath, presenting a well-wrapped package. The scales at the base faded as they crawled up the musky skin. "Oh yeah," Roger sighed, "you got it, kid." Whiteshadow smiled and took the gator's cock into his hand. He gave it a few good squeezes and watched above as Roger's eyes rolled up into his head. He pulled back the foreskin to reveal a glorious shining cockhead, tapered ever so slightly at the tip. Whiteshadow's mouth watered - he couldn't go slow any more. His head wedged in to the steaming groin as he devoured all of the gator's cock into his mouth, his lips curling at the base of the shaft.
"Oh fuck!" The gator shouted, "Oh, he's fucking good!"
"Right?" Broadway replied, rocking his pelvis as the deft reptilian fingers explored every nook and cranny of his cum-ladened balls. "I'm betting his hole is even better."
"We'll need to make sure you're nice and slick before you enter him." Roger pulled the bear closer and easily took all of that purple cock inside his mouth. Broadway bit his lip, inhaling sharply to the slick tongue washing over him. The gator kept the sides of his lips shut tight while his short snout plunged back and forth.
Roger's eyes rolled around. The gator was savoring his position as the middle link between these two lovers. Secretly he hoped Broadway would shoot his bear milk into him just at his own moment of orgasm so that he could pass it on to the attentive arctic hare beneath him. Nevertheless he knew, and seemed to respect, that the two of them came here to have their moment and should be allowed to do so. He was merely a lucky participant... and he knew just how to thank them.
A figure appeared in Broadway's prehiphery, but he couldn't make out who it was. As Roger sucked him slow and deep he looked up at the figure and raised three fingers. The figure turned and left, his bushy foxtail trailing, and Broadway realized Roger had signaled the bartender.
Just as the bartender left, Roger clenched his jaw. In fact his entire face tightened, lips clenched around the purple shaft, as Whiteshadow had found the gator's sweet spot. A furry hand lifted the scaley sack beneath his hilted cock and gave his balls a firm tugging.
"Ohhffccck!" He exclaimed, his mouth muffled by the bear's appendage. It was too much for him to control. "Oh 'at's d'fuggin spot, boy!! KHRAAGHGHSS!"
It happened so fast. He buried his face in the white fluff and held Broadway's cock in place as his gatormeat blew its sweet-tasting load into the bunny's mouth. He could feel the orgasm all the way up in his eyeballs. Burst after burst, Whiteshadow swallowed every single drop as if it were his first meal of the day. Roger's jaw was locked, clenching while avoiding poking his delicious treat with his teeth.
A few straggling sputters found the back of Whiteshadow's throat until finally his body slumped against Broadway's, twitching in overloaded ecstacy the hare kept that gator cock parked completely in his mouth, his tongue extending to the base to lap up any remaining droplets. His claw tightened his grip on the bunny's head and shoved him deep into his groin to prevent any subtle movements from setting his pleasure nerves ablaze. Whiteshadow didn't seem to mind. He took a deep breath through the nose, saturating his senses with the heavy stench of reptilian lust.
The fox returned with three shots of whiskey. Reaching into his back pocket, Roger handed him a wad of cash and deftly gripped the three shot glasses with his claws. The hand holding Whiteshadow in place lifted, allowing him to slip the spent penis out of his mouth and catch his breath. Roger offered a glass up to Broadway, then down to his former cocksleeve, then he pulled back from the two and lifted his glass. "Cheers, boys," he said.
"Cheers," they responded in unison. All of them were panting heavily as they downed their shots. Whiteshadow had less fresh air than the two of them and coughed as his eager throat took the burning liquid down way too fast. He set the glass down on the bench beside Roger, who hooked his hands under the bunny's armpits and helped him back up. On the way up, he pulled Whiteshadow into a tight hug and enveloped his face in a sloppy, tongue-twining kiss. His breath reeked of alcohol and precum, and he slobbered all over the bunny's face.
Broadway lifted Whiteshadow's rump, pulled down his pants and aligned the hare's anus to his dripping appendage. He swirled his finger inside his mouth, picking up a wad of alcoholic spit, and promptly plugged it into the bunny's tight rump. Whiteshadow let out a high-pitched muffled yelp, his mouth locked with the gator's. Roger kept his torso in place and continued to suck face with him while the bear primed his hole for the main event. His digit twisted and turned, gently poking at the prostate. When he deemed it open enough he pulled back his finger and set the tip of his cockhead into the puckered anus. The bear had to squat down given his height in order to mount him. He pushed against the hole gently, marveling as it gave with considerable flexibility and began to consume the ursa's needy erection.
"Ohhh," The bear moaned, slowly inching his way in further, "Oh, it's perfect. Oh you took that like a pro!" Whiteshadow smiled and pulled away from Roger, wincing a bit as he slowly arched his back up until he rested against the soft fur on the bear's chest. Broadway gave one more deep thrust to bury himself in the hare's deep hole. He wrapped his arms tight around Whiteshadow's chest and began a slow and steady plunging. Broadway stood to his full height, lifting the bunny off the ground.
Whiteshadow gasped, his feet scrambling for a ledge to rest on and found it on the top of Roger's thighs. The gator pulled them closer until his snout pressed against the bun's burning loins. His fingers unworked Whiteshadow's pants and pulled down. The steam from his nostrils tickled the bare pubic fur now exposed into the intoxicating air. As his pants passed the last inch of the hare's rigid cock it sprung up into the air, eager to be consumed. Roger wasted no time sucking it down into his maw. Whiteshadow yowled, suddenly onset by the agile tongue working over his touch-starved member.
He glanced to the side only to notice a crowd had gathered around the three. Mesmerized by their menage-a-trois they gazed upon them with cocks in hands, cocks buried deep within their asses, and a veritable rainfall of semen. It seemed the three had become the main event. Whiteshadow's face turned deep red, and the two could feel his body tensing up. Roger pulled even closer, his lips so tight they squeezed all the blood into his penis. His claws climbed up their two bodies and clamped onto his exposed nipples. Broadway held him tighter and pounded his flesh into the hare, his head nudging Whiteshadow's away from the crowd.
"Don't worry about them, baby," he whispered softly into the hare's ear, "just focus on us. Focus on that hot gator mouth sucking the juice right outta you. Focus on my throbbing cock desperate to fill you with my cum." His breath drew loud and ragged, and his pumping intensified as the sound of slapping pelvises filled the sex-drenched air. "I'm so close I can taste it."
Whiteshadow moaned, looking down at the gator nursing his cock. Roger stared deep into his eyes as he worked the tight shaft over and over. The hare could feel his balls begin to rise against Roger's chin. "Oh, me too," he cried, "me too!" He had risen to the top of the rollercoaster ride, and was about to enter into a free fall.
He could barely move, save for his twitching legs, as his entangled body was overtaken. His balls drew up into their sack as the hare's cock fired its first burst in Roger's mouth. He cried out only to have his mouth covered by the polar's meaty paw while Roger suctioned the uncontrollable jet stream flooding his mouth. Whiteshadow's body shook in their grasp, his sphincter clamping down on the invading bearcock.
It was just enough to send the polar bear crashing into him one last time, growling deeply as he widened the hungry hole with each blast of cum he buried into the hare. Broadway pulled Whiteshadow down on him, ensuring that the massive load didn't leak out as he unloaded. Roger followed suit, keeping his snout firmly planted on the bunny's sputtering tool. He decided to return the previous favor and milk that rod with his tongue well after Whiteshadow's orgasm died out. The hare twitched each time the gator's tongue lapped.
The three remained tightly pressed against each other until all of them had completely spent themselves. Slowly the hare was lowered back down to the floor, a trail of semen stretching from his soft dick back to Roger's lips. Broadway pulled back until his cock flopped out of Whiteshadow's tired ass only to immediately pull him back into a more romantic hug. "Now you know me," he purred. He tilted Whiteshadow's face up and kissed him deeply, their tongues swirling through panted breath. Broadway could taste the remnants of Roger's jizz. Roger stood up, his gut pressing against them, and took turns sharing their saliva.
"You boys are fun," he growled. The hare couldn't stop blushing - he was not used to this kind of attention. "I live nearby, if you wanna come over and play some more..." The two arctic furs grinned at each other, excited by the prospect. "Just give us a minute and we'll meet you in the front," Broadway said, his hand caressing the bottom of the gator's chin. Roger smiled and took his leave, groping a few exposed crotches on the way through the impromptu orgy surrounding them.
Whiteshadow and Broadway stayed behind to bathe in the afterglow. Neither of them had expected that night to unfold as it did. Broadway cradled him in his strong arms as they leaned against the dark corner.
"Hey," he said, "what happened to your date?"
The bunny smiled dopily, still panting. "Fuck that guy."