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It was just another day at the nameless sex club which this twinky fox spent many of his evenings. As soon as Zion entered, his senses were overloaded: his ears were met with the various groans, moans, and muted or sharp slaps of hips on hips of men engaged in vigorous sex; his nose picked up the sharp tang of cum, piss, cheap lubricant, and various drugs; and he was already being felt up by an older wolf who was only clad in a tented jock strap.

Zion, or "Fag," as it read across the heart-shaped tag on his pink collar, found himself none too soon in the rather putrid men's restroom, though there being a women's restroom was just a formality in building code. The floor was sticky with layers of unwashed fluids, much like most of the floor, which is why most chose to keep some sort of foot or paw covering worn. Fag loved it, though, he loved being dirty. Then again, anyone who visited the facilities likely either liked being dirty or liked making others dirty.

The fox was on his knees in front of the wolf who greeted him at the door, his lips wrapped tightly around a dick that immediately made his jaw sore to suck, but such was the life of a reckless faggot. He kneeled in his girly setup, arm and leg warmers and a skirt and a crop top in the same shade of pink as his collar, with a pair of panties in white to cover his rump. Elsewhere in the bathroom, he could hear other twinks like him being pissed on and fucked fast and hard, an activity he aspired to join as soon as he could.

Both unfortunately and not, the papa wolf blew his load directly into Fag's throat, which accepted the virile gift without a second thought. Another canine, some mixture of mutt, replaced the lupine, though as was customary around these parts, he bore a symbol dyed into trimmed fur around his pelvis: a biohazard warning.

It wasn't an official rule for anyone to be tested, or for them to disclose anything about the cleanliness of their body; despite that, many loved to disclose that they carried viral loads, and would etch it into their crotches or their asses. It also served as a way for those in denial of their desire to be infected to feel better about themselves. If they didn't have sex with anyone who claimed to be infected, they wouldn't catch anything. Of course, these individuals spurred on another group of people who either just didn't get tested or wouldn't disclose the results of said test.

Zion fell in the category of those who just didn't get tested, more for the fact that he didn't particularly care more than the desire to transmit anything to those in denial. He would give favor to those who did boast their toxicity, however.

So when this new mutt came before the vulpine, he was all over the cock, even if it was of slightly below average size. At least it gave his jaw a chance to rest for the most part. And to his surprise (and slightly to the mutt's chagrin) papa wolf relieved himself with Zion in another way: with a thick, heavy stream of golden essence with a stench that temporarily overpowered the rest of the unclean bathroom's odor.

Once papa wolf finished and left, Mr. Mutt turned his partner around and pushed him to be on all fours. The disgusting fox let his head fall to the bathroom floor while he waved his ass with the mostly unmarred white panties on display. The unpurebred pulled the panties aside and spit on that loose hole before he unceremoniously planted himself in the fox's ass. The queer was thankful that he was both as promiscuous as he was and the dog was below average, or else the breeding might have been unpleasant.

But even with a small cock, Zion enjoyed himself. He pushed his hips back with the same amount of enthusiasm that the canine thrust forward and moaned as he would with a larger cock (though with less of a whine in his voice). The only disappointment came from the quick nature of the dog's orgasm, but the planting of unclean seed more than made up for the shortness of the encounter.

Furthermore, it meant that he could take another suitor on, could take another load, just that much faster. His optimism was rewarded by an unusually lanky opossum's approach. This male had no markings as far as he could see, though it looked like he had been here for hours, and the curl of that cute pink tail around his leg hinted that maybe he had previously been bred and was trying to hold the cum in.

Not that it mattered to Zion any. He waved his cum- and spit-lubricated ass at the possum, who took the offer posthaste. This male's dick was also previously lubricated with God knows what, so even his hefty girth wasn't that much of an ordeal. It was still certainly an experience that Zion would remember for at least the next two guys, however.

The marsupial went at the fox's ass with gusto normally reserved for feral dogs. It made the slut howl into the already boisterous environment where his cry was quickly overtaken by another fox nearby. The poor boy -- and Zion thought, definitely a boy; it wasn't uncommon for the underaged to either sneak or be snuck in -- was underneath a stallion who seemed to be intent on making his oversized member poke out the kit's mouth.

It didn't distract Zion for long, though, as the already highly energetic possum reached a crescendo before noisily dumping his nuts into the already full ass. When the stranger withdrew, a few long ropes of seed poured down over Zion's taint before he could properly angle his hips upward and squeeze his hole to keep as much of it inside him as possible.

While he was again slightly disappointed in the quick performance, there were a hundred other tops here who he would be more than happy to be fucked by.