It's been a while since I last posted something and with good reason. I've been really busy, with my work pulling me in one direction and my goals pushing me in another. So time's been stretched really thin and I honestly just have not had time to write. I'm hoping to change that this year and I think this story is honestly a really good start.

To all my fans that have hung-in through what I consider to be a ridiculous dry spell, thanks for the support. And to everyone that's found a lot of fun picking up my stories while I've gone missing, thanks for joining along. Please leave me a comment down below if you like this story or if you have some critique. I've really tried to dial-in my characters and how they react to things, and I've also tried to push story before sex which is really weird when writing a porn story. So tell me how I did! Oh, and I might go through this tomorrow and make light edits...

As always, the following is a story depicting two male anthropomorphic characters having sex in a public situation. If that offends you or you are not of the legal age to read in your country, then please hit that back button and save yourself the trouble. Otherwise, enjoy.

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Plus One

A Story by Argyron

Jon felt awkward standing by the bar alone, sipping his fancy cocktail as he waited for his friend to return. When they had arrived, his friend had wrapped her paws around his arm and held him close. She smiled and flamed a beautiful, zealous wave to the other patrons of her company's party. Once they had made their way inside, the panda easily left Jon at the bar after getting her drink.

In truth, the African wild dog had a feeling this was her intention all along. He suspected that she felt her payment for the evening would be made with free alcohol. This was not the first time she had used him in this manner, but he had wished she would at least introduce him around or give him some company. He sighed and glanced at his watch, taking note that over an hour had passed since she had left him there. There would be no company, at least not from her.

Looking around the room and listening for her voice, Jon found himself lost in a sea of furs he did not know. He leaned back against the bar and weighed his options, but all of them felt rather dismal at this point. He could always leave and quickly call a car with his phone, but then he would still have to find his friend or text her goodbye. Of course, she would beg him to stay just a bit longer, and for maybe ten minutes he would have her company again. Afterwards, he would be right back at the bar, parked like a car in a garage that waits for the driver.

Then again, he thought about leaving without telling her. The last time he had done that, well things did not end so well. His eyes dropped, watching as his paws swirled the drink around. Red liquid slushed around the rim like the blood she would draw if he dared leave without letting her know. He breathed out heavily before looking up to re-read what was in the latest cocktail he was sipping.

Fire of the Phoenix: A concoction of orange juice and lemon juice mixed with an aged rye whiskey that's sure to revitalize even the deadest of nights. Add a splash of grenadine, maybe top it off with a cherries or two to garnish, and watch as the life returns to you.

"Nonsense," he smirked before taking another sip.

He turned back towards the crowd and dropped his long, round ears. His eyes studied the room through the alcoholic haze, lavishing in the warm feeling of the booze and appreciating the setting. Sure, this was an uncommon setting for the canine and he was going to enjoy the best of it, but the scene was starting to bore him as he followed one guest and then another. The furs filtered in and around like the liquid in his glass, and a few even bumped up against his corner edge of the bar with a happy gleam before returning.

And then there was the brown and white hare. At first, the painted dog had not noticed him as the little bunny came up and ordered a drink. They smiled at each other, but he had already smiled at several guests before ending their exchange. Jon had thought nothing new of this one, turning back to the crowd while sipping the red cocktail in his paws.

A small paw gently rested on his arm that he had been using to prop himself up near the bar. "So, who are you here with," asked the soft bunny next to him.

His ears instantly rose to full attention, a blush hidden under his brown, black, and white muzzle fur. He gulped his drink rather loudly before turning and setting the glass down. "I, um," he tried to say, but the words had lost themselves for a short spurt. "I'm here with Milly."

The paw on his arm lifted as the rabbit took his cocktail, taking a sip with both his long ears laid back before nudging closer to Jon. "Oh, so you're the boy toy that million Milly brought along." His nose twitched excitedly as he smiled widely.

"Uhh," Jon stumbled over himself for a second while scratching behind his neck. "I mean I wouldn't say we're like that." He could feel his blush redden at the thought as he prayed Milly didn't talk about him like that in the office.

Yet the rabbit smiled onwards while raising his head a little bit more. "I just meant..."

"We aren't dating or having sex," he cut in.

His company seemed unphased by the new information, even chuckling slightly under his breath as he took another sip of his cocktail. "I didn't mean anything like that, but more like every time we see her at a company event she has some new guy wrapped around her paw."

Jon nodded before swinging the last of his Fire of the Phoenix down. His eyes darted over to one of the bartenders, but they had all moved to the farther side. "We're just good friends is all, she usually invites me when there's no one else."

"Ah, the back-up." The rabbit shuffled in closer, his voice becoming ever so slightly softer as he continued on. "Well, then, Milly's good friend, I take it she's left you all alone at the bar?"

The canine looked down at his paws, both wrapped lightly around the glass tumbler, before murmuring his response. "Yup."

The wild dog felt a paw on top of one of his own as the owner crept in closer. "Would you life if a bunny kept you company."

His glance settled on the spotted white and brown of the other's fur against his sport's coat. He knew wha the rabbit meant by those words, and a bit of him got excited fairly quickly at the idea of what might happen tonight. He could feel the burn of an uncontrollable blush on his muzzle, the heavy beating of a quick heart, and the small wagging of his tail. Jon breathed slowly, trying not to let the rush of hormones and alcohol take control of him, before responding with a nearly perfect voice. "I wouldn't mind it."

The paw on his arm was replaced by another one as the rabbit moved in closer, his body now well within the African wild dog's personal bubble. "Okay, hyena boy, what can I call you?"

The dog closed his eyes for a second before putting a paw down on the hare's own. "The name's Jon," he said while turning to look the other fur in the eyes, "and I'm an African wild dog."

He watched as those two amber pools drifted around, the rabbit clearly taking in the black and brown spots on Jon's face for the first time. He smirked again before leaning in closer, their lips barely held apart. "Sorry," he spoke softly, "I don't really know the difference.

Jon breathed in, and the clear smell of vodka wafted into his nose with the subtle hints of a deep, night cologne. "Hyena's aren't canines for one," he informed the bunny, taking a minute to notice that the rabbit's ears were slowly rising up as the bunny seemed to drift closer. "And they don't have the same fur patterns either." He leaned back, thought the more he did the closer the rabbit leaned forward. The rabbit was not nearly as tall Jon, yet he managed to keep their muzzles the same distance apart.

"Really," the hare grinned before finally pulling back. "I suppose I'll have to examine you personally to really see all these differences." Without missing a beat, the rabbit finished off his drink and turned back towards the canine.

Jon settled forward again and let his muscles relax. This rabbit was really pushy, but in a way that sort of got the dog's motor going. He thought for a bit, licking his lips as his eyes trailed over the rather well-dressed bunny. "What about you, what's your name?"

A paw wrapped around his arm, gently tugging him away from the bar he had been anchored to since the night began. "Oh shit, I guess I haven't told you yet." Yet the rabbit's answer was stalled as he pulled Jon deeper and deeper into the hall until they were at the farthest side from the main entrance. The two had sunk into a rather secluded emergency exit alcove, a few baby palms blocking them from view of the other party patrons. There, the hare pulled Jon in close as their bodies began to wrap around each other. He had a paw under the canine's muzzle, lightly brushing the short tricolored fur. "It's Evan," he blushed, which was visible through the white patches of fur around his muzzle.

The paw under Jon's jaw gently tugged him forward and the canine followed, letting their muzzles touch for the first time. Lightly at first, their lips pressed together in a kiss while wrapping each other closer to one another. As they parted and pressed in again, he felt his abdomen touch the bunny's own and their hips grind against one another. There was no doubt in Jon's mind what he felt in the hare's trousers, and he knew directly where this was going.

Pulling back from the kiss, yet keeping Evan's body pinned against the wall, he looked through the bush at the bustling party. "Should we find a more suitable place to continue?"

The response he got made him quietly yip as a paw snaked into his dress pants and grasped his member through the boxer shorts. His eyes shifted downward with embarrassment to find his front-half exposed. The paw rubbed him gently, causing a wet stain to quickly form at the tip of his engorged shaft. His tail wagged, his knees quaked at the feeling, and he bit his lip to keep quiet.

The rabbit's grin took a wicked turn as he leaned forward and kissed the African wild dog on the cheek. "Don't worry, pup," he teased with nips to the canine's neck. "No one's going to look behind these little plants into the corner with the burnt-out light." He tugged the dog closer by the cock while his own paws worked to unbutton his own clothing. "Plus I think this is pretty exciting."

"F..f..uck," Jon breathed. The rabbit was by no means the best hand job he had ever experienced, but after the dry spell he had been having Evan's paw felt amazing. He closed his eyes and tried to forget they were so publicly exposed as the bunny continued. "You... you do this with all the guys you meet?"

The paw on his cock left him for a moment, leaving the canine wanting and breathing heavily. His wish was soon granted as he felt the paw push into the elastic band of his boxers and tug roughly on his member. He opened his eyes and looked down at the hare.

Evan was nearly naked now, his pants having somehow slipped down to the for to expose the tantalizing brown and white fur patches on his slender legs. His white dress shirt was hanging open, all the buttons undone, and all of his nipples exposed for the dog to see. The canine licked his lips as his eyes drank in the cute form of the slender rabbit before them. Slowly they worked over that body until they slipped down to the rather tight underwear the hare was wearing, which left nothing to his imagination. Breathing heavily, he reached both paws out and started feeling the bunny up as his claws traces the fur along Evan's back. He came up the other fur's side, pushing more of the dress shirt out of the way as his claws came to touch the upper most nipples along the bunny's pecks.

As his claws circled around, the paw on his member slowed before leaving him and touching his sides. He took this as a queue to move forward. Lifting the rabbit up, he pressed him against the wall with his hips helping to support the hare from underneath. Two legs wrapped up behind him, pulling them closer as their muzzled again touched. This time, tongues were exchanged.

He played dominantly against Evan, his tongue pressing into the bunny's muzzle to feel around his two larger front teeth before journeying backwards. Meanwhile, his paws continued to explore the hare's front as he played with the other nipples and gently tugged on them. Evan must have enjoyed that, for he moaned softly into the kiss as the painted dog toyed with him. Soon his paws met the rabbit's package, carefully running over the very tip until he had touched back down to the base. He gently started to rub through the fabric of the bunny's underwear, all the while keeping his tongue occupied in Evan's muzzle.

As the kiss broke, Jon looked past the greenery towards the party in shame. No one on the other side seemed to notice or care what they were doing. His cock throbbed and his lust only grew as he realized how naughty all of this was and yet how easily they were getting away with it. "How far do you want to go here?" He demanded.

The bunny looked up at Jon from his sunken place against the wall with a sinful glow to his eyes. "I was hoping to learn if African wild dogs have knots like normal canines." The rabbit wiggled against him as he spoke, clearly trying to nudge the canine's cock between his backside. "Or maybe they are more like a hyena's?"

Jon's big ears swished downwards and gave the rabbit an annoyed looked. "Have you even had a Hyena in you before?"

The hare lighting laughed before wrapping two paws around the canines head. "I will never tell," he cooed before gently kissing the painted dog on the lips.

The canine kissed back and lifted the rabbit a bit higher on the wall, paws holding onto the bunny's rear for support at the point. "Bunny's always think they're so smarty," he snapped.

Before Evan could respond, his paws tugged on the rabbit's underwear while lifting him up just enough to get them around his hips. Jon quickly pressed his own forward again to catch the other fur, but moved his upper body out of the way for a second so-as to pull the underwear behind his head. Once the rabbit's briefs were behind him, his own paws worked his boxers and pants down to the floor. A moment later, the clothing pooled beneath them.

Jon took one last glance at the room, which he tried to hide by kissing the rabbit's leg. Still, no one else seemed to notice the two furs in the corner that prepared to fuck while they partied. He felt the excitement rushing in his blood, and his cock leaked with the intense throbbing.

He gently thrusted against the bunny, dry humping to let the hare know just what was about to split him open. While Jon was by no means huge, he was decently endowed compared to most others he had been with. He shared that with each gently thrust that slickened up the hare's back-side.

He closed his eyes, only to feel a paw on his cock as he slide between the cottontail's mounds. "How... how big are you?" Came Evan's voice, though sounding rather out of breath.

"A little under eight inches, last time I measured."

"And... how wide?"

For the first time since they had started, he felt a devilish grin creep across his own muzzle. "Well, you'll be fine if I don't tie with you."

"Oh fuck," the bunny softly cried as his paw left the slab of meat sea-sawing his rear. "You goin' to need lube?" This time, even the rabbit knew from his drippy paw the answer to that.

Jon opened his eyes and looked down at the hare one final time. This was the first time he had really drank in what Evan looked like without underwear on, and he liked what he saw. The bunny had a pretty average looking package, though Jon had to admit he enjoyed the large veins running up the side of the rabbit's shaft. Yet the painted dog's favorite part had to be the brown, fuzzy tuft that ran down the cottontail's sheath to the middle of his ball sack.

His thrusting slowing as he stabilized the bunny with one paw, which freed his other paw. Feeling around for the spot he was looking for just beneath that cotton tail, he lightly fingered the tightly shut opening while watching as the hare squirmed a bit. Taking his paw away, he suckled lightly on the tips of his digits to get them nice and slick. With the slather of spittle now covering his claws and pads, Jon put his paw back under the tail and slowly pressed inwards.

The rabbit's hole opened up like a knife cutting through butter, the muscles clenching as the fingers dug in slowly. Jon kept his eyes locked on the bunny's own, watching as the hare opened them with a rather exhausted huff. "Do you get fucked at parties often?" He asked, his eyebrows arching as his round ears mimicked with one up and the other down.

Evan put his paws on the wall, trying to grasp for some stability as the digit sunk deeper into him. "N..n..no," he managed to heave, but found the rest of what he had to say cut short as a claw suddenly pressed against his prostate. This made Jon smirk as he gave the bunny a few lightly thrusts with his fingers and watching the cottontail squirm.

He pulled his paw out and heaved Evan up against the wall one final time, lining him up. One paw still held the hare by the supple side of his leg while the other one pressed the slanted tip against that winking pucker. Before pressing forward, he wanted to say something sexy, but the only things that came to his mind were corny or dumb. Forgoing any more words, he pushed his cock against that orifice and gasped as the tight tail hole stretched around his girth.

Gravity did most of the work for the first part, with Jon simply letting the hare slide down his pre-slickened pole. He bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning out, but somewhere deep in him he wanted to howl. The animal in him wanted to let the rest of the party know how tight the little bunny was, to let the world know he was getting some pretty sweet ass, and to let Evan know he was being used by the wild dog. He held back, eyes shut tight as the rabbit came down farther and farther on his member with a grip that got his blood boiling. Sure, the canine wanted to thrust up and start savagely using that tight ass, but he was a dog of high principal. Instead, he savored every moment until he felt a cotton tail touching his sack.

They stopped for a bit, mostly to let Evan adjust to having his ass split open. His pucker gripped and clenched and squeezed as he quietly whined under his breath, though exactly what he wanted the painted dog could not be completely sure of.

Jon opened his eyes and looked down as the bunny pressed against the wall, whimpering and breathing heavily now. With his free paw, he lifted up that muzzle and looked at those two amber pools again, letting his thoughts gets lost in the black pupils. He leaned in and kissed the rabbit on the lips, pressing his tongue in while his groin pressed a bit harder against the rabbit's backside. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected the two before snapping. Both of their noses twitched. "You're tight."

The response he got came a moment later. "And you're pretty big."

He lightly laughed under his breath before yet again pushing the rabbit up against the wall and repositioning them better now that he was fully inside. They were closer now, the closest they had been since starting, and the hare had two paws wrapped around his neck this time. He licked Evan's lips and smiled. "I'll save how big I really am for another time."

The bunny twitched as the dog started to gradually draw his hips back, taking with him the large cock that had been lodged up the cottontail's backside. "And... why's that?"

The African wild dog turned his head towards the crowd, watching as the other furs laughed, joked, danced, and generally had a good time. Only when just the tip of his member was still lodged inside the other fur did he speak again. "Because of that," he nodded.

Jon gave the hare a little less than few seconds to fully understand what he meant before thrusting his member back inside. With a soft smack, their bodies met at the hips again. He closed his eyes and revelled in the feelings. Once his meat was completely lodged inside, he pulled back to repeat the process. In no time, they found a tempo where the canine was pressing himself inside before pulling back.

He kept his pace as brisk as he dared. Fast enough that an audible clap of their bodies could be heard, but not so fast that the room might turn to question where the noise was coming from. He hoped the sound might fall to the crowd as though the bar tenders were working on a drink or maybe someone else in the room was clapping. Yet his hormones slowly took control of his body, with his hips gyrating in and out of the bunny at an increasing speed. Soon he was breathing heavily, sweat forming across his brow as he folded his ears back and huffed.

The rabbit in his arms seemed to be straining himself to remain quiet as well, his previous whimpers growing into squeaks and soft cries. His paws gripped onto the fur near Jon's neck, twisting as the speed of their copulation increased. Every now and again he would whisper sweet sexual nothings into the painted dog's large ear with his two favorites being, "Harder," and, "Oh fuck!"

All too soon the rabbit was having trouble keeping his voice low, making him bit into the canine's neck to quietly moan into his fur. Jon barely seemed to notice, his mind too focused on the forthcoming prize as he ravaged that hole. His knot had started forming, which was probably what had caused the rabbit to bite down as the bulb popped freely in and out of his backside. A moment later and the canine's true girth finally became too much to press in as the engorged base of his shaft battered the rabbit pucker.

"Fuck," he heaved, the first words from the African wild dog's lips since they had started. He wanted to tie that cottontail badly, but he knew that was a bad idea. Lifting his head as if to howl, he panted heavily while continuing to thrust into the tight orifice with renewed vigor. His balls slapped against the tear drop tail as his member fiercely tried to split that hole open.

The tip of his orgasm was almost there, but without that clenched feeling at the base of his cock he just could not finish. Slowing down his thrusts enough that he could free a paw, Jon reached beneath them and grabbed hold of his knot and squeezed. His eyes screwed up for a second as he breathed in sharply, the pleasure so intense that he nearly blacked out, before continuing to thrust. Just a bit farther and he'd cum, a statement reassured by the rising status of his balls beneath. They clenched tightly to his frame as he milked the knot until finally he felt a wave of release.

With a final, hard thrust that pressed his member inside the rabbit as deep as his knot would let him go, he exploded. His member twitched again and again as the warm fluid was shot into the other male's backside, filling him up with the potent seed.

As his orgasm faded, he slumped against Even and the wall. His breathing was heavy and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. They stayed like that for a moment, both in a little bit of an awkward position before Jon managed to pull himself back up.

He licked the bunny's lips again, which got a couple of nose twitches and the cottontail's eyes to open. "Do you need any help cumming?"

Evan smiled back at him, a paw slowly rising to pull them together as they kissed for a brief period. "I'm good," was all that the other fur said before showing off a rather wet paw.

Jon breathed and looked the rabbit over again, taking notes on the patches of fur the stuck up in odd directions around both of their midsections. He lightly smiled, then started to untangle their bodies as he lifted the rabbit's underwear back over and finally pulled out of that clench hole.

Once all feet were on the ground again, they both shared another kiss with tongues tangoing before gathering clothes and dressing back up. There was even a little bit more wag wag in Jon's tail as he pulled his boxers and pants back up.

While dressing had been done in mostly silence, after they were clothed and coming back out fo the corner, the bunny started their conversation once more with something simple. "Hyena's definitely don't fuck like that."

A smile crossed Jon's face as he looked over at the cottontail. Without having to think twice, the next few words came naturally out of his mouth. "Do you wanna ditch this party and get some dinner somewhere else?"

A paw tugged his own towards the door as Evan turned around with that sly grin again. "I thought you'd never ask..."

Epilogue

Jon's cellphone buzzed somewhere in the distance, waking him from his dreams. For a moment, he had forgotten that he had taken anyone home with him, but the paw on his chest that softly tugged on his fur reminded him of the previous nights events. Ever so gently, he pulled himself away as the rabbit curled-up on the other side around one of his many pillows. 'Cute,' he thought to himself before reaching down onto the floor.

His paws fumbled with the pockets of his jeans and pulled out the buzzing device within, turning the phone over to reveal his screen before he slid a paw across to answer. "Hey Milly, sorry I left you there last night," he whispered while he sat up.

Jon had expected to hear an annoyed panda on the other end of the line, but what he got instead surprised him. "So who'd you go home with?"

"I... err..." The words were lost to the African wild dog, completely thrown off his guard by how calm the panda seemed. "How'd you know?"

She laughed audibly on the other end, and in his head he could even see her smiling as though she had tricked him. "Didn't you think it was weird he didn't ask if you were gay?"

For a moment, he relived the conversation at the bar as her words sunk-in. The details filtered back through his memory and he started to see a pattern. The rabbit learned he was Milly's friend and scooted closer, even invading his personal space. There was no communication on sexual preference, only hints to that point, yet the bunny pushed forward. And Jon had even been bashful, pulling back from the rabbit's intrusions the first time. A cold chill of shame washed over the canine as he tied the events and the truth together. "So you..."

"Oh don't be like that," she stopped him. "I only sent you the ones I approved of. Now, who did you pick?"

Jon rolled his eyes, not really enjoying the idea that his dating life was now based on his friend's personal preferences. He wanted to say something to that effect, but the words seemed lost as a paw wrapped around his midsection and a head nuzzle into his lower back. "The white and brown rabbit," he stated, "of course..."