FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Just wanted to say thanks to all of you that found interest in this story. A head's up, there's no yiffing in this chapter, but it's still a good one, I think so anyway...Well, I'm still working on the third chapter, and small reviews will help me work harder and faster on getting it done! Enjoy :) . . . . . The shower with Giovanni was more than a pleasing experience for Alfonze. Seeing that the lion had never experienced rimming before, Giovanni decided to give him a first time experience and expertly cleaned out his own cum from Alfonze's tailhole with his experienced, long tongue. Alfonze found the feeling of another man's tongue digging through his anal canal to be quite enjoyable, and never wanted it to end. But because he had a contract to sign with Andrei, Giovanni had to interrupt his pleasure, so that the real fun could begin. "You finished?" The stallion asked as Alfonze dried his golden fur off under the heating vent. "Yeah," Alfonze turned off the heat when he felt his fur was mostly dry, though his hair was still damp. Giovanni handed him a soft, white bathrobe, himself already wearing one. "Even though most people don't mind nudity around here, seeing as it is a porn studio, you'll need to wear something for business." The equine stated. "Okay." Alfonze took the robe and slipped an arm into each sleeve, wrapping it closed around him and tying the strap in a loose knot. He took a small, black hair band off of his wrist that he'd been wearing to tie his mane back behind his head. "I'm ready." he said, following his soon-to-be stallion partner out of the shower room. The clean, white hallway was empty and quiet, aside from sounds of sex coming from a few of the interview rooms. Alfonze wondered how those other guys that he met earlier were doing. "Hey, Giovanni?" Alfonze spoke up as they walked. "Call me Gio, if I may call you Al." The horse replied. "Sure, of course." "So what's up, bud?" Giovanni wrapped an arm around Alfonze's shoulder. "What happens to the other guys? Do they get to join, too?" "Dunno. It depends on how they do. But more importantly, it depends on if Andrei likes them or not." replied Giovanni. "So...Andrei likes me?" Giovanni laughed with a subtle snort that Alfonze found cute in a way, "Is that supposed to be a trick question?" Moments later, Alfonze and Giovanni entered the larger, main hallway, where people were busy being busy. Alfonze saw two furs standing in the line-up, waiting to be "interviewed". A black and white husky, and a tan Meerkat, who both gave Alfonze and Giovanni curious looks, but their attention was disrupted by Andrei Colt with his inspecting glare and note-taking. Alfonze giggled to himself. "What is it?" Giovanni asked, following Alfonze's eyes straight to Andrei's inspection of the next few applicants, "Oh, yeah, that's mister cock slut giving them the mean eye. I remember my days in their position. I had lost a bet, and was challenged to come here and sign up." "Really?" Alfonze looked up at the stallion. "Yeah, but to be honest, I was sort of looking forward to it." Giovanni replied. That was when Andrei Colt noticed the horse and lion standing not too far away. "Oh. Hello there, you two. I'll be upstairs in just a minute." he said to them before returning his attention to the clipboard in hand. "He sure is a busy one..." Giovanni muttered. Alfonze followed him down the next hallway. The lion noticed that down this hallway, there were no doors, but instead there were door-sized picture frames with life-size portraits of several different furs. "Who are they?" he questioned as they walked. Most of the furs in these frames were wearing little more (or less) than a tight thong, while holding an erotic posture that showed off their assets. "The top models of the year get put up here." Was all the horse replied. Alfonze saw a gorgeous wolf with light blue fur wearing a police hat and a utility belt, a snow leopard with startling, yellow eyes, wearing cowboy leggings that exposed his bubble butt, and next to that... "You!" Alfonze almost shouted in surprise, attracting a few glances from passers-by. Giovanni stopped and turned back to the lion, "Hmm?" "You were a model of the year!" Alfonze said quieter, though still excited. Indeed, there was a life-sized, two-dimensional replica of the Adonis stallion. In the picture, Giovanni wore a mesh tank top that showed off his chiseled chest and prominent pecs and eight-pack. Heading south, Giovanni also wore matching mesh pants (designed more for fashion than public wear), underneath of which was a shiny, black speedo that barely contained the equine's meaty member and succulent, heavy balls. The only difference about this Giovanni that Alfonze noticed was that he had a shorter, curly mane, instead of it now being straighter and longer. The feline found Giovanni's pose to be fiercely seductive and commanding. The horse has both of his hands digging down into the black speedo, while he was biting down on his lower lip. "Oh, yeah, I was, I mean, I am model of the year this year. It took a few months to get those abs..." replied Giovanni. "That's...that's a delicious picture of you." Alfonze commented, nearly drooling. Giovanni laughed. He already knew that he was going to enjoy this. The two furs continued to the end of the hall, then headed up to a large, spiral staircase that held smaller pictures of current and alumni models of Colt Studios. There was still room for more frames. Alfonze was beginning to get excited down south again from the enticing pictures on display, but pushed the thoughts aside so as not to have a raging hard-on poking out of his bathrobe. The equine and feline reached the top of the staircase, ahead of which was the main office. Alfonze followed Giovanni inside. The cool air conditioning sent a draft up the lion's robe, tickling his balls slightly. "Hey there, Gio," A chubbier-looking panda with bright, orange hair in a Mohawk-style cut, dressed in a checkered suit and a black tie with poker chips on it, came over to greet the stallion with a smile and handshake. "Oh, hey, Derrick. How's business today?" asked Giovanni, stepping out of the way of a furious-looking ermine stormed down the hall yelling into his cell phone. "Eh, could be better, really. We haven't been getting many new guys, lately. It seems that no one's good enough for the boss anymore..." the panda said, referring to Andrei. He slid a hand behind his head, bending down the spiked, orange hairs of his Mohawk, but they seemed to pop right back up once he removed his hand. "Well, I wouldn't speak too soon about that." Giovanni stepped out of the way to reveal a quiet, observant Alfonze. Derrick's eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, hey there, handsome! Nice to meet you, the name's Derrick Faridi. I'm one of the producers around here." The panda shook hands with Alfonze. "Nice to meet you, I'm Alfonze." The feline replied with a shy smile. "Please tell me you're our new guy." Derrick looked like he might get of his knees and beg if Alfonze weren't. "Yes. Yes, I am." Alfonze smiled. "Oh, thank the Gods!" Derrick nearly shouted. Giovanni chuckled beside Alfonze, wrapping an arm around the lion, adding, "And he's _ my_ partner, so stay clear." The panda waved both hands defensively, "Don't mind me, man, I'm just here to show 'n' tell." "Alright. Well, me and Al here will be heading down to Andrei's office to sign some contracts." "You do that, man," Derrick passed a wink to Alfonze, who blushed slightly, "I hope to be seeing you in action soon. Well, I've got a meeting in five, so I'll be seeing you two later!" The panda waved them goodbye while exiting the main office. "Well, that's Derrick for ya. He's an ass slut, so watch out for him," Giovanni chuckled. Alfonze laughed as they walked through the main office, ending up at a rounded receptionists' desk, where a beautiful, young vixen with slick, black hair, hazel eyes, and dressed in a skin-tight, red dress sat. Alfonze's attention was immediately drawn in by her overwhelming aura of subtle seduction and beauty. "Hey, Keovi," spoke Giovanni, "I have a meeting with Andrei, so I'll just be going in with our new guy here to fill out some paperwork." "Hey Gio, just go right on in, Andrei is-oh," Keovi paused when her eyes fell on the tan lion standing next to Giovanni, "Well hey there, cutie. What's a lion like yourself doing in a gay porn studio?" She had a slight, southern accent, which Alfonze found mesmerizing, with her attractive looks. "Oh, um...hey. I'm Alfonze," was all he could dumbly say. "I'm sure you are, hunny..." She said coyly. The lion could tell she was attempting to flirt with him, as well could the stallion. "Uh uh, no you don't missy. This kitty's all mine. Paws off!" Giovanni wrapped both of his arms around Alfonze from behind, possessively. "Aww," Keovi pouted like a child, "But isn't there a slight chance he's straight?" She had her eyes still on the lion, but was directing the question to Giovanni. Alfonze could feel Giovanni's thick, flaccid cock through the thin material of his bathrobe pressing up against his ass cheek. "Not with the way he sucked my dick, he's not," the horse said bluntly. Keovi just stared, mouth slightly ajar, at the two of them. Giovanni pulled the lion by his hand and escaped down the hall to Andrei's office. Alfonze could distantly hear Keovi saying something along the lines of "Why do I work around a bunch of sexy guys who don't like women?..." The two furs entered a set of thick glass doors into Andrei's office. Once safely inside, Giovanni closed the door behind them and motioned Alfonze to one of the luxurious desk chairs. The office of Andrei Colt was even more luxurious than Giovanni's -by far!- as well as bigger. Or maybe it was the absence of a king size bed? The rounded walls were painted with several hunky models showing off their junk. From the way their poses and expressions were created, it looked as if they were trying to look into the office, but couldn't see what was going on. Alfonze found this creative, instead of using life-size posters like downstairs. There was a large, semi-circle, glass-topped desk in the middle of the room facing the double doors. Beneath the glass, it looked to be made of some kind of stone, perhaps polished marble, as shiny as it was. There were three, widescreen desktop screens sitting atop the glass surface. Probably for watching the 'interviews', thought Alfonze. "Well," Giovanni plopped down in one of the plush, lounge chairs in front of the desk, propping his muscular calves up on the glass, "I guess Mr. Cock Slut will be joining us shortly. Have a seat, Al," he nodded to the identical chair to his left. Alfonze sat down, enjoying the soft, velvety fabric. "Why do you call him that?" he asked. "You don't think I got 'Model of the Year' just because of my eight pack abs?" the stallion questioned somewhat sarcastically. "Um..." Alfonze thought of that extraordinary horse cock just underneath that robe, which inevitably made his own sheath swell. "Exactly. He just can't get enough of it!" Giovanni exclaimed, as if reading Alfonze's mind. That's when the door behind them opened. Giovanni turned in surprise, "Oh, hey there Andrei, we were just talking about you," he flashed a brilliant smile. From his angle now, Alfonze could see the horse's flaccid member when he turned to greet Andrei. The moment didn't last long enough, however, as Giovanni turned back around. "Mhm..." the panther murmured, walking around the two and sitting down at his desk. Andrei placed the clipboard in his hand down to type something on the keyboard. While he did so, Alfonze could see from his position a list of names under several room numbers, including his own, under room number twelve. While there were more than one name accompanied to other room numbers, his name was the only name under Giovanni's room. "So," Andrei turned his attention away from the monitors to Alfonze, "ready to become a full-fledged member of Colt Studios?" "Yes," the lion replied with a nod and half smile. "Wonderful!" No longer could Alfonze see the cold, penetrating stare in the panther's eyes, but a far more personal and friendly, and almost child-like, one. "First, I must ask you this. Do you plan on becoming a part-time model, or full-time? I'll tell you the details of both; As a full-time member, you will receive all work benefits, insurance, coverage, yadda yadda, as well as receiving any bonuses you may get from possible fans, or viewers that we receive. All that is explained in the contract, along with participation in exclusive titles. As well, you'd a permanent partner of Giovanni here." The black stallion gave Alfonze a wink. "As well as being a full-time model, a lot will be expected of you. You may be called in at odd hours of the day or such things. You will need to be assigned a beauty manager to keep up your appearances in the films. And you're going to need to train your body for various...activities that may occur. But on the other side, as a part time model, you choose when you want to come in and get paid for whatever you do, but you won't get as many benefits as a full-timer. If you do choose to be a part-timer, I can almost guarantee that Giovanni will not be your partner." Giovanni gave a small whine, more jokingly, but Alfonze could tell that Giovanni would prefer that he sign up as a full-time model. He pretended to be giving the decision some thought, though he already knew the answer before walking into the office. "I would like to..." Alfonze gave a moment's pause, just to build up suspense and toy with Giovanni. The horse looked like he might lose control of his bowel function, "become a full-time member." "Jeez, Al! Don't play with me like that..." Giovanni wiped his brow in exaggeration. Andrei Colt chuckled, "Excellent. You'll be the first full-time newcomer in eight weeks! Who knows, you might even get 'Model of the Year' if you work hard enough." He talked as he pulled out a small stack of papers from one of the desk drawers, placing them in front of Alfonze with a pen. "First, I'll need you to sign our two year commitment contract here, with the details in fine print," said Andrei, pointing to the lower half of the first page. Alfonze sat up closer to the desk, picking up the pen and following the panther's finger to a thin line below several paragraphs of what looked like gibberish to him. "I have to read all this?" "Oh, no! Not at all. I'll explain it all to you. All you have to do is sign. But if you're interested, I can flip to the benefits page and show you what you're signing up for," Andrei said. The lion nodded, and Andrei flipped through a couple pages, to a page that read "BENEFITS" in large, bold letters at the top. Below that, in bullets, were several items: - Travel expenses paid for

• Healthcare Insurance Policy with Blue Cross

• $10,000 salary bonus every 12 months

• Participation in exclusive Colt Studios screen titles

• Colt Card "Wow," exclaimed Alfonze, his excitement building. "Mhm," Andrei nodded. "What's a Colt Card?" the lion asked curiously. "Ah, that is this," Andrei reached into another drawer and pulled out a blue piece of plastic, "It's like a credit card, but way more beneficial, and far less costly. You can use it at any clothing store, beauty salon, barber shop, anything that deals with cosmetics and appearance. Only a third of the charges placed on this card will be taken out of your salary. No extra fees or anything like that." The feline's muzzle turned into a grin. He'd only be paying for a third of whatever he bought! The thought of that alone was enough to make him blindly sign the rest of the paperwork, but he had to pay attention in case he signed for something that he wasn't up for. But what wasn't there to be excited about? He'd be working along side Giovanni, have a good-paying job, and additional benefits! All he had to do was have sex and look good doing it, right? It felt as if he had stepped right into Paradise. "Let's continue..." said Alfonze. The entire process of signing, reading, and signing some more took little more than a half hour, with multiple signatures, initials, agreements, and so forth. Outside, the sun was beginning to give its last minutes of light as it fell below the roofs of surrounding buildings. Giovanni, who had taken a short nap, gave a yawn and stretch, "Are we done yet?" he complained. "As a matter of fact...we are!" smiled Andrei as Alfonze signed on one last line. He collected all of the documents, placing them in a manila folder. "Congratulations," the panther stood up. Alfonze looked up from his cramped hand with a smile, "you're officially a member of Colt Studios!" "Thank you," the lion said. "No, thank you! Now, before we part for today, I'll be giving you three things. One of them is this," Andrei picked up the Colt Card, and handed it to Alfonze. The feline took it with appreciation and excitement. It looked like a regular credit card, with the Colt Studios icon - a rounded, gold "C" inside of a yellow circle with a transparent lightning bolt going through it. In the middle of the blue card was Andrei Colt's handsome, smiling face. "The second thing you will need is your I.D. card, which will allow you access in the building at any time. We'll get that for you at the photo room. And lastly, I'll make a copy of your contract for you to keep, and you're good to go!" "Great," Alfonze gave a small yawn. "Gio can walk you down to the photo room to get your I.D., and I'll print a copy of this," Andrei held up the folder with the paperwork inside. "Come on, Al, I need to bust outta this place before I go crazy, haha," Giovanni jumped out of the chair and headed for the door. The lion followed suit, smiling to Andrei, and followed the stallion out of the office. Still in their bathrobes, Giovanni and Alfonze left the main office. The lion did not see Keovi as they passed by her desk. They travelled down the hall, down the main staircase, around a corner, down another hall, and came to a white door labeled "115: Photo Room". The horse opened the door and walked in, followed by his new partner. The first thing Alfonze noticed was the lack of light. Once the door closed behind them, they were plunged into near darkness. A long, dark tunnel stretched out ahead of them. A fan, or air-conditioning system whirred above them. There were no white tiles in the ceiling, just pipes and wires. The walls were covered in black vinyl, or sheet plastic that prevented any outside light from getting in. The air smelled of fresh paint and chemicals. Ahead of them was an opening, about 30 feet away, where the only source of light came from. The lion could hear voices. They walked on, reaching the opening moments later to find that it opened into a much larger room. The walls here were also covered with the plastic, and there was no ceiling. Around the room, several tall, white and green screens were set up with cameras sitting in front of them. There were a few people, all dressed and operating the equipment. Someone walked over to Giovanni, a feminine-looking cheetah strutted over, "Gio, hun! What's the biz?" he embraced the stallion in a tight hug, planting a kiss on his cheek. For a second, Alfonze felt a pang of jealousy in his gut, and he wasn't sure why. "Oh, hey Demetri. Uh, I'm not here for myself today, my new partner here, Al, needs an I.D. card." The cheetah turned to look at Alfonze, almost giving him a look of disgust, but it passed quickly. "Oh, hi. I'm the photo director here," he quickly shifted his attention back to Giovanni, "Giooo, I've missed you, where have you been lately?" he reached a hand down to Giovanni's groin and gave a quick squeeze. The horse jumped slightly. Slut..._was the only word that popped into Alfonze's thoughts as he crossed his arms. He didn't have to be as smart as he was to know that the cheetah was flirting on his new partner. He could already tell he wasn't going to like this guy. "I've been busy, ya know...heh," Giovanni scratched his head, wiping a few strands of hair out of his face. "Aww, well you should come around sometime," whined the spotted cat. "Well, just come on over to my station, you know the one," Demetri turned on his heels and strutted back to his "station", which consisted of a bulky-looking camera, sitting atop a black tripod that faced a white curtain, and a wooden stool in front of the curtain. Beside the tripod was a small table that held a laptop and a strange-looking printer, which didn't look like it seemed to print paper. "Come on, you slow pokes, I haven't got all day," Demetri complained in a sissy tone. _Not for me, you don't, Alfonze grunted inwardly as he approached the cat. "Go on, sit on the stool and face the camera," Demetri gave a lazy flick of his wrist. The lion did as he was told, and sat squarely on the wooden stool. He could feel now that his ass was still sore from the "interview" earlier, but it felt good in a way. He untied his long hair, which was dry by now, letting it fall over his shoulders. To the side, Giovanni stood, arms crossed, waiting for his feline partner to receive his I.D. cars. He just couldn't get over how beautiful he looked with that gorgeous, golden face, and those hazel eyes, and that silky hair. Alfonze caught Giovanni's eye, and he smiled warmly. The moment was interrupted, however, as Demetri spoke up, "Okay, everything's ready to go. Please face forward, look straight at the camera, and...smile!" Alfonze barely had time to adjust himself before a bright light flashed, leaving a shadow burned into his retinas. He got off the stool, blinking a few times, and approached the cheetah. "Is that all?" he asked. "I just need your full name, birth date, and you're all set to go," Demetri waited in front of his laptop for the information. "Alfonze Tolson, November 03, 1989," he said. Demetri typed in a few keys and pressed enter. Suddenly, the strange-looking printer beside him hummed to life, shaking somewhat violently. After a few moments, where Alfonze thought the thing would surely explode, I t spit out a white piece of plastic that Demetri caught in the air, handing it to the lion. He took it, looking at the picture of his face, that didn't come out as bad as he thought it would. "There ya go," was all the cheetah said to him before facing Giovanni, "Anything I can do to help you with, gorgeous?" there he went with the flirting, again. "Oh, I'm all good for today. I guess we'll be leaving now, huh Al?" the stallion wrapped his arm around Alfonze's shoulder once again. "Sure thing," the feline replied, pocketing his new I.D. card with the Colt Card in his robe pocket. "Aww..." Demetri pouted like a child, puckering his lips. "See ya!" Giovanni turned to leave with Alfonze. The lion gave a small wave out of courtesy, but Demetri had already turned back to the laptop. The two furs left the photo room and headed back to Giovanni's office. There were no more applicants or interviews waiting to take place today, and all the other rooms were vacant. They both entered the office, finding everything the way it was when they left. Giovanni took off his robe, tossing it on the bed, exposing those firm, luscious ass cheeks, which Alfonze couldn't help staring at. "Well, I guess you had a busy day today, eh?" asked the stallion. Alfonze nodded, slipping off his robe as well, finding his jeans and shirt on the floor to put them on. He had to admit, a real good fucking like the one Giovanni gave him had zapped the energy out of him, "Yeah. I could use a good meal right about now, and a nice, long nap, heh," he took the two cards out of his robe pocket and placed them in his wallet. "Whad'ya say you and me go out for a small dinner? We can call it a date, and I'm paying!" Giovanni grinned. From one of the desk drawers, he acquired a pair of black jeans and a matching, button-up shirt. He put on both articles of clothing, but with the lack of underwear, his girthy cock presented a noticeable bulge in the designer jeans. He put on a pair of shoes. "That sounds great!" The lion's stomach rumbled in agreement. He could a use a nicely-sized, medium well beef steak right about now, with some hearty, mashed potatoes and gravy. "So what does my new partner have in mind?" the stallion picked up a set of keys, his wallet, and cell phone off of the desk. Alfonze considered what he enjoyed eating as a lion, and what Giovanni might enjoy as a horse, then made a decision on the best restaurant for the both of them to enjoy in the city borders, "how about Toni's?" "Hey, I was thinking of the exact same place! A good friend of mine works there," Giovanni headed for the door, Alfonze following close behind. Turning off the lights, they entered the white hallway, heading in the opposite direction of the main staircase, down a hall that led to a car garage. Outside, the sun had completely set by now, and cool air greeted the two furs as they Colt Studios. Alfonze wondered what kind of car Giovanni drove, and as if in reply to his thoughts, the horse headed towards a lone, jet black Aston Martin V8 Vantage. "Wow! This sweet ride is yours, Gio?" Alfonze asked, slightly jaw slacked. "Yep, it's my baby," Giovanni stated as if it was really his offspring. He pressed a black remote on the keychain in his hand. The exotic car beeped twice, before purring to life. Giovanni walked over to the passenger side of the two-door car, opening the door for the lion, "Hop in." Alfonze slid into the cabin, enjoying the beauty on the inside of the car as much as the exterior. The seats were made of black leather with red stitching. Giovanni closed the passenger door and got in on the driver's side, placing the key in the ignition, which started up the electric systems in the car. The stallion gripped the manual gearstick, and put it in first, before lightly tapping the gas pedal. With a purr, the car almost leapt from the parking spot. With ease, Giovanni navigated the steering wheel, the wheels of the car gripping the concrete floor like a wild cat about to pounce for its prey. Then they were off. Ten short minutes later, Giovanni and Alfonze arrived at a two-story, red-bricked building with dancing, red and white lights all around, and a large, red sign hovering just over the front entrance, with the face of a very famous cook, Toni Giuseppe, wearing a white chef's hat and a welcoming smile. Giovanni parked the car near the front of the restaurant, and they both got out. Upon entering the building, there was no question about how packed the place was. In front of the reception desk, a line of at least fifteen furs were waiting to be seated. "Come on..." Giovanni took Alfonze's hand and pulled him up to the front desk, passing some irritated furs, but no one had the guts to speak out about it. The receptionist, a female fox, slightly shorter than Alfonze, with gold and red spiked hair, noticed the stallion not a moment after looking up from her clipboard. "Gio!" she squealed, stopping everything she was doing to zoom around the desk - seemingly at the speed of light - to embrace Giovanni in a tight hug. She then stepped back, crossing her arms, and poked out her lower lip, "where have you been, mister? I haven't seen your face in days!" "Hehe, sorry, Casey. I've been busy at the studio..." Giovanni chuckled, turning his attention to the lion standing to his right. "Oh, I see. You have been busy," Casey remarked. Alfonze couldn't tell what she thought of him. "So is this your new boy toy?" she asked. Boy toy? Hmph, Alfonze thought to himself. "No, he's my studio partner, of course. Alfonze, Casey. Casey, Alfonze." The horse grinned. "Studio partner, hmm?" Casey briefly scanned the feline's body up and down before continuing, "Alright. Well, we're holding up business here, so I suppose you'll be wanting a roof table?" "Oh, yeah. That would be great," Giovanni smiled warmly. "Let's see..." Casey took some sort of electronic tablet out of her pocket, tapping on the screen with a stylus, "Alrighty, then. One rooftop table for two, follow me, boys," the fox sped off through the restaurant, lion and stallion following suit. After cautiously maneuvering around waiters with trays of food and up a flight of stairs, they came up to a set of doors that led out to the rooftop. Outside, it was quiet and peaceful. There were several tables around, with white cloth covering their surface, but no one else was up here. Light fixtures and candles were placed around to add a peaceful lighting to the atmosphere. The calm, summer night added to the peacefulness. An unobstructed view of the surrounding city life could be seen over the balcony of the roof. Casey led Alfonze and Giovanni to one of the several, round tabled, placing two wine glasses and two menus on the white cloth. Taking a small lighter out of her back pocket, she lit a squat, white candle in the middle of the table. "Your waiter will see you shortly," Was the last thing the fox said before speeding off back downstairs. Alfonze and Giovanni quietly took their seats. "Is she always like that?" the feline asked, picking up the black, leather bound menu, scanning its contents. "Hmm, I guess you could say so, though she seems a little off today. I think she's just jealous," Giovanni replied, looking at his own menu. "Of me?" Alfonze looked up. "Yup." "Why?" Giovanni looked up to meet Alfonze's hazel brown eyes, "Well, who wouldn't be jealous of you? You're sexy, and you're mine!" he laughed, "This is practically a date. I can't think of any dude, or chick, that wouldn't want to be in your place. I mean, don't call me conceited, but a lot of people are trying to get in my pants, if you could understand. I'd hate to tell you this, but you're going to have to deal with some, uh, haters. Not everyone in the porn industry is going to be nice to you. But don't worry, I've got your back, and I won't let anyone hurt you." Alfonze blushed three different shades of red at his new partner's heartening words. He felt a burning desire for this stallion deep within him, even though they'd only met hours ago. Alfonze couldn't help but smile at the events that had taken place within the last few hours. He'd gotten fucked for the first time, gotten a job, and a date. The Gods must have been feeling generous today. "You have such a sexy smile," Giovanni noted. That made Alfonze blush all the more. He felt like his face would melt, and couldn't control his facial expressions. The waiter arrived in a few minutes. He was a tall, buff Doberman, wearing a white, dress shirt, a black vest, and matching slacks. "Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Jake, and I'll be serving you this evening. Can I start you off with some drinks? Wine, perhaps?" his voice was smooth and even. Alfonze found it attractive. "Um, I'll just have a coke, with lemon," Alfonze spoke first. "Alright," Jake nodded with a smile, "And for you?" he asked to Giovanni. "The same." "Very well. Any appetizers?" asked the Doberman. "A Caesar Salad, please," Alfonze said. "And an order of macaroni 'n' cheese puffs," added the stallion. Jake added the orders to his notepad. "Very good, indeed. Your drinks and appetizers will be up shortly," Jake turned and left through the double doors, but not before stealing a quick glance at Giovanni's crotch when he wasn't looking. However, Alfonze didn't miss it. Averting his attention, Alfonze took in the sights of Delmont City at night. Cars passed by on the streets, and furs walked along the sidewalks. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Giovanni spoke, not wanting to build a silence between them. "Yeah," Alfonze replied absent-mindedly, getting dizzy and lost in those eyes again, "You know what's also beautiful?" "What's that?" the horse grinned. Jake arrived with a black tray, carrying two glasses of cold beverages, a platter with the macaroni and cheese puffs, and a salad. The smell made Alfonze's stomach grumble even more. "Here are your drinks and appetizers, gentlemen. I'll be back in a few minutes to take orders for your entrées. Enjoy!" he placed the items down on the table and left the two furs again. "Dig in," said Giovanni, taking a sip of his soda and stabbing one of the crispy, cheesy puffs with his fork, "I'm sure you must be hungry." Alfonze gladly picked up one of the cheese puffs and popped it into his mouth. For their small size, they were heavier than they looked, and were packed with molten, creamy mozzarella cheese. Flavor exploded on his tongue, sending pleasing sensations through his taste buds. "Mmm...!" the feline unconsciously moaned, quite loudly in fact, but no one was around to hear besides Giovanni. He swallowed and giggled slightly. Giovanni laughed as well, "Good, aren't they?" He picked up another one and ate it. "Good? These things are awesome! I can't believe I haven't had them before," Alfonze exclaimed. "I knew you'd like them." In the next few minutes, Alfonze and Giovanni hungrily finished off their appetizers. "So," Giovanni started. "So?" Alfonze made contact with the stallion's dark eyes, giving him that fuzzy feeling again. Would that ever stop? "Tell me about yourself," Giovanni requested politely. Beneath the table, Alfonze could feel the horse's knee brush up against his. "Well, hehe, I'm not sure what you want to know really...I live with my best friend, Dante, in an apartment. I'm attending a community college, and I was in search of a job to help pay for the tuition, which I found today, of course," he grinned. Over the next half hour, Alfonze and Giovanni exchanged their backgrounds and details about themselves to each other, to get closer. In between chatting, Jake returned and took their orders for the entrées. Giovanni ordered the Mahi Mahi Seafood Deluxe platter, while Alfonze ordered a large, barbeque steak with homemade sweet potatoes, and vegetables. The Doberman left yet again to place their orders. Meanwhile, the conversation grew, neither of them letting a moment's silence pass. Wow, thought Alfonze, it's so easy and fun to talk with him. Well into their evening, Giovanni and Alfonze shared almost everything they could think of to share about themselves. Some memories brought laughs and jokes, while others created a brief pause. Their meals came as they talked, but they still managed to keep the conversation alive while eating. It was only when Jake returned, asking if they were ready for their check that Alfonze realized that the restaurant was about to close. He looked at his watch, and the time read 10:02 pm. "I'll be paying this evening, Jake," stated the stallion, pulling out a couple of twenty dollar bills, "and keep the change," he winked. "Thank you very much for dining with us this evening, and we hope you enjoyed your meals," Jake smiled, with somewhat of a glint in his eyes, and left back downstairs. "Did you enjoy your dinner?" asked Giovanni. "Did I ever!" Alfonze exclaimed, repressing a burp, "That was the best food I've had in a while. I'm stuffed..." "Me too," the horse chuckled. Alfonze and Giovanni left the closing restaurant and headed back to the horse's car. Giovanni offered to escort the lion home upon realizing he didn't have a car of his own, and Alfonze gladly accepted. He only lived about ten minutes away from the restaurant, in a small apartment complex. Through the ride home, Alfonze happily dozed off while watching the lights and colors of the city zoom by. Giovanni pulled up to a seven-story, older-looking building with cracked, and crumbling walls. He frowned slightly at the outer appearance of the building, not feeling that it was an acceptable place to live. But who knew, maybe it was a dream castle inside, however doubtful he was. He leaned over and nuzzled Alfonze's neck with a soft kiss, who awoke with a smile. "Thank you, for everything today..." the feline smiled. "Al, you don't have to thank me for a thing...I enjoyed every minute of it." Giovanni kissed him on the lips, in a passionate, yet short kiss. "Can I swing by tomorrow? I want to take you somewhere," asked the stallion. "Sure thing, sexy..." Alfonze yawned with a smile. "Cool beans. Goodnight," Giovanni kissed him once more on the cheek before Alfonze opened the car door and stepped out. "Goodnight, Gio," he said, and closed the door, watching Giovanni drive off. Alfonze followed the sidewalk to the front entrance of his apartment building. Entering the single door, he took a key card out of his wallet and swiped it through a small, black device in the second door that allowed access inside. A red LED light on the door lock turned green with a short buzz, signaling him to enter. He travelled up two flights of stairs to the third floor, where his and Dante's apartment was. Knowing his otter friend, Dante was probably out partying at some club and getting laid. With the same key card, he swiped it through the lock device above the silver door knob and entered when it turned green. The apartment was a mess, as usual. Dante must have had the party in the apartment. Clothes, chip bags, and paper plates were strewn about the floor in an explosive mess. The small living room/kitchen area was littered with cups and beer cans. Gods, can't he clean up for once? This place is a pig sty! Alfonze grunted, not even bothering to tackle the mess tonight. All he wanted to do was drift away to dreamland in his bed. At least his room was cleaner than it was out here. He passed through the living room and entered his room. A nice, queen-size bed awaited him in the corner of the room, in front of which was a low dresser set with a small, flat screen TV on top that he had gotten as a Christmas gift from his mother last year. Placing his wallet and cell phone on the dresser beside the TV, Alfonze promptly shed his t-shirt, jeans and shoes, getting into the bed completely nude, the way he best enjoyed sleeping. Before his head even hit the pillow, his eyelids were closed, shutting off the rest of the world, for a few hours at least. . . . . .