The Red Seat
A fox walks into a bar...
A fox walks into a bar and.. yeah this is one of those stories. So my friend Toby had recommended I try this place called the Twisted Tail. I had heard of it of course. I pass by it every day on my way to work, but I'd never bothered to stop in. Clearly Toby had. Cats, curiosity and all that I guess, but he'd said he had a really good time. He offered to go with me, but cancelled at the last minute, saying something had come up. Being that it was a Friday night and I had nothing better to do, I decided to go anyway. After all it was just another bar along the strip. Maybe I'd meet a cute vixen there and finally get a chance at some tail. Worst case I'd get bored and end up moving on to one of my more familiar haunts, have a few drinks and go home alone to paw off as usual.
So there I was, stepping in through the door of the darkly lit bar to the sound of low throbbing music. At least it wasn't karaoke night, I remember thinking to myself as I looked around to see the place was pretty full already. It was smaller inside than I had thought, but still it surprised me how many furs were packed in here this early. Most bars don't fill up until much later in the night, so I'd come by straight after work without stopping for dinner before things got too busy, figuring I might check the place out and maybe see what was on the menu when I got hungry. Unfortunately it looked like standing room only already, with tables and booths all full, and all seats occupied along a raised catwalk which ran down the center of the room, on which a slender silver vixen in a pink sequined bra and very short skirt was seductively dancing. No wonder Toby liked this place, I thought as I stood staring for a moment, before someone bumped me from behind. I realized I was blocking the entrance and quickly moved out of the way.
With no place to sit down, I made my way over to the bar to order a drink, frequently glancing back up to the dancer on the way. "What'll ya have sugar?" asked a sultry voice, surprising me as I turned to look at a silky furred brown bunny in a purple corset behind the bar. "I uhh, rum and coke please?" I said distractedly, looking back up at the dancing vixen. "First time huh?" the bunny said with a smile, fixing my drink and placing it in front of me. "Yeah wow, this seems like quite a place." I said as my paw found the glass. "Sugar you have no idea." she said with a giggle, "Why don't ya go over and have a seat." she said, pointing over at an empty stool I hadn't noticed at the end of the catwalk. "Oh uhh, yeah thanks!" I said, lifting the glass and taking a sip before heading over to get a closer look at the dancing vixen.
I hadn't noticed the seat at first, as if it had appeared from nowhere. It wasn't quite like all the others down the row. The catwalk was black, a highly reflective almost mirrored surface at nearly my head height, lined by a row of heavy low bar stools on either side, each one topped by a thickly padded black seat. The empty seat however was red, raised up higher than the others, and much smaller by comparison. I considered this as I made my way over. Most of the bar's patrons were rather large, wolves, equines, tigers and the like, so it made sense most of the seats were suited to them. Though unusual, I guessed that with this type of seat at least some accommodation had been made for smaller furs to get a better view of the show.
I reached up to set my drink on the edge of the catwalk, and carefully climbed up the tall empty stool. Rungs were positioned for just this purpose, and I soon found myself seated rather high up at eye level with the other much taller patrons, able to get a very nice view of the dancer. Unfortunately the red seat wasn't very comfortable. For some reason it didn't support me very well, with the seat was positioned more toward my thighs than my rear, and the way it was tilted forced me to lean forward a little, steadying myself with one paw against the edge of the catwalk. It was worth it though, as now I could see every inch of the vixen's body as it bent and turned, sequins glittering barely covering the fur underneath.
"Quite a show eh?" said a caribou next to me. "Oh yes, definitely." I answered back, taking another sip from my drink. "Bet ya wish ya were up there with her too eh? Pro'lly have a real good time together." he added. I smiled and imagined for a moment running my paws all over the vixen's slender body, my muzzle meeting hers, grinding myself firmly against her. The feel of someone touching my thigh snapped me back to reality. "Hey! I'm not a girl!" I snapped, folding my ears back and pushing the caribou's hand away. "Oh, yeah, ok." the caribou laughed, slowly drawing back and taking a drink of his beer. I sighed. This wasn't the first time this had happened. It was dark in here, and I was a fox after all, a soft looking fluffy arctic fox at that. What was obvious to most other foxes though seemed hard to notice to other species. More than a few times I'd had to explain to some fur that I really wasn't a female and they really wouldn't be interested. Half the time they just kept on insisting, as if they didn't even believe me. Maybe too many vixens used that excuse to try and ward of males they weren't interested in? I wasn't sure, but I did have more than my share of experiences trying to convince males not to try their seduction on me.
I took another drink and kept watching without interruption for a while, though I did start paying attention to the comments made from voices around the busy room. At first I figured they were all about the sexy dancer. Things like "Shake that tail baby," or "Ooh yeah, just like that," were said often, but more and more I grew suspicious. I overheard "Looks like we got a new one," and "Gonna enjoy breaking in that fox," from furs passing by behind me. Once someone even grabbed my butt hanging off the back of the tiny seat, but when I turned to look I couldn't tell who it was, but I did hear a few laughs. Though I wanted to stick around and see if I could maybe get the vixen's number after the show, I was getting a bit uncomfortable and even starting to think about leaving early, when a low voice growled beside my ear "So, you about ready to have a good time?" I turned to tell him off, but only gasped as I found myself nose to nose with a massive wolf, licking his lips. "I uhh, no thanks.." was all I could manage, squirming nervously on the uncomfortable seat. "What's wrong girl, need something else big and red to sit on?" he said, stepping up even closer and pressing his nose against mine. "I.. umm.. not a girl. Maybe I should get going," I said, slowly leaning back away from him. "Yeah we'll see," he said.
Suddenly the music stopped and the lights went out, and cheers erupted from all around the room. I felt the wolf pull back from me and I wasn't sure what was going on, but then a set of spotlights snapped on, highlighting the vixen in her sparkling outfit standing right in front of me on the catwalk. A raunchy jazz tune started playing as she bent down and gently touched the tip of my nose with her pawpad, before standing back up straight and turning herself around. Slowly her paws lifted up behind her, and with a sharp quick tug, she released the tie on her sequined top and tossed it aside to the floor. I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath, until the feeling of someone pressing up against my back made me gasp. "You don't want to miss this." came the voice of the wolf from over my shoulder, making me shiver.
I was paralyzed. The vixen's paws slid down to her skirt as she took a tiny step forward, crossing her legs and slowly swaying back and forth, as she worked it down off her luscious hips, all the way to her ankles, fully revealing the tiny pink sparkling thong beneath. With a flick of her leg she kicked the skirt off to the floor, and began gyrating her hips suggestively, lifting her tail and looking back over her shoulder at me. It felt like my pants were becoming tight, but then I realized there was something pressing against my groin. I reached down to push away the wolf's paw but it didn't move. "Shh, just let it happen," he growled into my ear. I squirmed and tried to pull away, but the wolf held me in place and I felt my pants go lose about my waist. "You'll need these off if you want to have some fun with her," he said, working my pants and boxers down my legs as I squirmed.
Was he really saying I could be with her, right here in front of everybody? I was so confused, but the vixen in front of me sure wasn't, as she laid herself down on her back with her head toward me, and slowly worked the tiny panties up and off of her slender legs, much to the appreciation of the crowd. She tossed the last of her clothing away and rolled over, slinking along the mirrored surface of the catwalk right up to me and giving my nose a lick. Slowly she reached out, and pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it away, while I felt my pants and boxers pulled down and off over my footpaws.
Then, as I was finally naked with a female for the first time, in the middle of a crowded bar, she kissed me, full on the muzzle, sliding her tongue into my mouth and pressing her soft paw against my cheek. I was in heaven. She slowly turned from side to side and stroked my fur, her tongue dancing against mine as she lay there in front of me in nothing but her fur. I started to close my eyes, but I felt something warm suddenly start to press up under my tail, making my eyes snap wide open. She smiled and stroked her paw along the side of my muzzle as she slowly broke the kiss. "Just take it like a good girl." she said in a raspy voice, slowly standing up to finally give me a full frontal view of her naked body.
The pressure at my rear grew more intense making me squirm, but I couldn't look away. The perfect curves of her sexy hips, the rounded fluff of her silver chest, she was perfect. But then I saw as I looked lower, between her widely spread legs, a pink throbbing vulpine shaft extending from a silver sheath and furry balls. I gasped and quickly glanced around. There were no other females in the room. I looked to the bunny behind the bar, who I only just now realized was male too, as I saw him step out from behind the bar in nothing but the purple corset, stroking himself with one paw and giving me a little wave. This.. was a gay bar.
I never realized that about Toby. Sure he never really had a girlfriend, and he knew I hadn't either, but he must have thought.. "Aah!" I cried out as the wolf pulled back and then thrust hard into me. "That's it," his low rumbling voice said as he pulled back again and started slowly thrusting. The fox in front of me carefully set my glass aside and sat down on front of me on the edge of the catwalk, his waiting length pointing up toward my muzzle. "Suck," he said softly, stroking my ears and guiding my muzzle down, the tapered tip of his shaft pressing in between my lips. There was nothing I could do. He slid my muzzle down his length and worked my head bobbing up and down, along with the thrusting of the wolf behind me, my whole body growing hot and trembling with every movement.
The whole time I remember thinking, I can't believe this is really happening. Though I had no experience the fox seemed to be really enjoying himself, and to spite my objections, my body was definitely responding to the thick hard shaft thrusting in under my tail. It made me moan around the fox's cock, and he stroked my ears and told me what a good girl I was. The wolf managed to finish first, thrusting in hard and stretching me precariously with his knot, but thankfully managing not to tie with me as he flooded my body with his creamy warmth. When the fox also pulled back, but without finishing himself off, I thought maybe my ordeal was over, only to look back over my shoulder and see a line forming behind me. I looked up to the wolf nervously as he stepped around to my side.
"Don't worry girl, I'll give you the knot later when we seal the deal." the wolf laughed as the next fur in line thrust himself into my slick and well stretched tailhole without difficulty. The wolf then gestured to the fox up on the catwalk who nodded in response. "Sorry I've got to go on bathroom duty, we'll play more later," The fox promised, giving me another quick kiss and slipping down off the catwalk. I watched, gasping with each thrust, as he walked away naked, swaying his hips and went into the bathroom, followed by several other males. The bunny too I noticed was now bent over the bar, being taken hard from behind by an impressive red roan stallion.
I don't know how long I was there; male after male burying his huge shaft up under my fluffy fox tail, but strangely somehow, I started to enjoy it. It made me cum more than once, without me even reaching a paw down to touch myself, and by the time it was over I was a total mess, exhausted, sticky, but still very, very aroused.
So now my name is Sugar and I work at the Twisted Tail. The wolf whose name was Thorn, took me into his office offered me a job. He did it of course while having me sit on his big red wolf cock and making me beg to take his knot, so how could I say no? He even said I could mount Silver and Lavender, the fox and bunny I had met earlier if I managed to do a good job, but to be honest I feel a lot less interested in being the one doing the mounting these days. He locks each of us in a chastity cage while we're not at work, so I find I look forward to my time at work quite a bit. Silver and I did decide to move in together though, and we have a lot of good times, especially putting on a show and seeing who can take the most cock in a night. Maybe one of these days I'll have to give Toby a call, and see if he'd be interested in stopping in, and trying out the red seat.