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The Free Reigns did not give the impression that it was the most salubrious of clubs, at least not from the outside. A dull streetlight lit up a brown expanse of wall, littered with small barred windows, and the street was grey and featureless, aside from the odd bit of graffiti that gave an oddly uplifting dash of colour to the otherwise boring shutters on the shop fronts adjacent the club.

Despite its unappealing appearance from the inside, as Robbie observed the stallions lining up for entrance to club from the opposite side of the street, he knew it to be hiding something far more exciting inside, and all he would have to do is find a way in to see it for himself.

Being a stallion only club with a reputation amongst horses as being the best in the city, Robbie knew that the bouncer at the entrance would not even begin to entertain the idea of a fox coming into the club; he would have to get in some other way.

Robbie had already checked the building for alternate routes in, and knew exactly what to look for, he crossed the road and entered the dimly lit carpark that lay to the side of the building. It was hard to spot in the dark even though he had seen it before, but sure enough a small window above a recycling bin lay open a crack.

The bins were slippery, and he almost lost his footing as he climbed up to the window ledge. With a deft paw, he quietly popped the arm of the window out of its holding, and pulled himself into the frame. It was a small window frame, and the fox had eagerly been putting on weight at his friends request for his trip to the club, though it seemed as though the average horse's taste for some extra meat was not going to make it easy for him to break in.

It took a push against the tiles on the interior wall to work his torso through the narrow gap, but with some wriggling pulled himself through, only to topple forward and catch his shoe the window ledge. There was a dull thump and he swung backwards into the tiles, and another as his shoe caught on the window latch and was left behind as he toppled to the ground.

'Great.' He muttered, looking at his single bare foot in the dim light.

Before he had the chance to collect he shoe the door into the bathroom creaked on its hinges and the lights flickered and turned on, almost blinding Robbie and he scrambled to the nearest cubicle to hide in.

He just caught the shape of the stallion coming through the door as he dived in the cubicle and slammed the door. It would be awful to be thrown out before he even met up with Garry.

'Are you alright in there?' An unfamiliar voice called.

Robbie tried to compose himself. 'Yeah... I'm fine, thank you!'

'There is something stuck in the window.' The stallion said in a deep, gruff voice.

The stallion had found his shoe! Robbie clenched his teeth at the thought of being thrown out onto the street. What if his friends found out? He would be the local pervert who everyone hid their cubs from and looked at in disgust. He nervously pulled his feet up and huddled on top of the toilet lid to conceal himself more.

'It's a shoe!' The horse said in surprise.

'I... That's strange.' Robbie replied tentatively.

'Hmmm... You haven't noticed anyone here that looks like they don't belong, have you sir?' Enquired the stallion.

The fox had no idea how to get himself out of this one. Perhaps the horse would go away and he could escape back out of the window before anyone else turned up.

'Like who?' Robbie gulped.

'Well we have been improving our security recently, and I have just gotten word that we are on the lookout for a fox.'

He couldn't believe it, had Garry turned him into the security; had this all been a cruel joke?

'Hey, how did you get in here without turning the lights on?' The security stallion asked. 'They only turn on in the doorway.'

Robbie braced himself as he heard footsteps heading towards his cubicle.

The stallion cleared his throat directly in front of his doorway. 'This shoe looks awfully small for any horse I've known; it actually looks about the right size for a fox.'

So much for his chances of escaping, this guy was not going to leave. He could not see another way out at this stage, his only hope would be to try and talk his way out of it.

'Listen, I can explain!'

'No need to explain little buddy!' A dark brown head suddenly popped up over the cubicle door and Robbie nearly had a heart attack.

'What! I just, I can't.' He was truly at a loss for words.

'Relax buddy. Garry said this would be funny.' The stallion chortled. 'Are you going to open the door?'

'Yes I just... So you aren't security?'

'No, don't worry about that. There is only security outside, we have no trouble in here, at least none that isn't welcome.' He said with a cheeky grin.

Still slightly shaken, Robbie got down from the toilet and opened the door. His eyes immediately fell on the rounded belly of the stallion. He had a nicely protruding paunch, his short dark fur allowing for a subtly defined belly button that disappeared into the expanse of pudge. His eyes briefly flitted below his gut.

Robbie felt hot under his fur, this was of course a nude bar. 'What's your name?'

'Steph.' He replied. 'Garry told me about your tastes, and I have to say that I approve.'

As Steph moved towards Robbie he flinched noticeably.

'There is no need to be nervous.' Steph said calmingly. 'Why don't I start things off for you?'

He was right, he had come here of his own desire; this is what he wanted. 'That sounds good to me.'

'That's what I like to hear.'

With a firm grasp Steph pulled Robbie into his embrace. Robbie stood only at shoulder height with Steph, and after nuzzling the stallion's soft chest, he looked up and bumped noses with him.

Steph's back was surprisingly firm, and gradually grew into softer towards his sides where fat bulged lovingly. Robbie ran his hands across his lower back and slowly across the stallion's ample rump, which bulged between his fingers as his groped tightly into the round expanse of meat.

As he worked his hands he felt himself quickly growing hard.

'There you go.' Steph said softly, 'Just needed some encouragement.'

He pulled himself gently away from Robbie and took him and held his paws.

'Come with me, we can continue somewhere with a bit more taste than this.'

As soon as they went through the door the wall of sound coming from the club hit Robbie with such force, it felt like a liquid substance that they would have to wade through.

Hundreds of equines were on the dance flow, moving in varying patterns to the thrum of the electronica music.

To his surprise, nobody took any notice of the fox as they pushed their way through the crowds of writhing bodies. He tried to ask Steph if they should be more discrete, but his voice was lost amid the noise.

They moved around the dancefloor and around a corner and into a long corridor lined with padded doors. Half way along the corridor Steph opened up once of the big doors with a key card and revealed a luxuriously padded room with red furnishings. Gary and a white Andalusian that Robbie did not recognise sat on a quilted sofa at the other end of the room.

Gary stood up to meet them, it appeared that he was already hard. 'Good evening Robbie.'

'Gary!' Robbie hugged the black horse hard, pressing his cock into the sphere of his paunch, 'I see you've already started without me.'

'Well you took your sweet time getting here.' He smiled

Robbie scowled, 'If it wasn't for Steph here, I would have been here quicker.'

Steph grinned innocently. 'Just a little prank.'

Gary broke the embrace to introduce the Andalusian on the sofa. 'Dale, this is Robbie, Robbie, dale.'

The white horse grinned wolfishly. He had a more defined features than the other two stallions, and while the slimmer of the three, he still sported the slight spare tyre that most wealthier stallions featured. The extra weight was a sign of prosperity amongst male horses, gods forbid that they look like they had every done any manual labour in their lives, and that was just how Robbie liked them.

Steph moved up behind the fox and rubbed his hands around his soft paunch. 'This one is fatter than the pictures you sent us Gary.'

'Haven't seen you since I got back abroad, you look like you have been eating a little bit too well for your own good.' Gary said with a wink.

Robbie groaned in pleasure as the horse's hand made bigger circles, brushing into the bulge under his jeans, 'I may have indulging myself.'

'No reason why you can't indulge yourself some more, is there?'

The door opened as if to answer what Robbie was about to ask. A waiter entered with a cart full pastries and cakes, which he wheeled into the room.

Dale gestured to the waiter, who seemed to react little to the situation around him, 'Just leave the food on the cart. You're hungry now, aren't you Robbie?'

Robbie looked at the food with drool in his maw, then back at Gary who came at him with a pastry. The fox wolfed down pastry and Steph squeezed his manhood, as if to reward him for his gluttony.

Gary passed pastries, cheese cake and biscuits to his greedily awaiting maw with a steadily increasing pace, and it was not long before the fox's belly strained against the buttons of his shirt, his dense fur poking through the gaps that were stretched apart by the ever-expanding mass.

'Perhaps you should bring him over here.' Dale said as the food cart began to empty, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper, 'I'll get those clothes unbuttoned.'

The Andalusian's tongue ran across the soft expanse of his gut as it was slowly freed from the constrains of his shirt. Steph followed suit from behind, unbuttoning his trousers, slipping down his boxers and allowing his full length to come out into the air.

Dale buried his long nose into the fox's corpulent middle, and Steph worked him up and down his length, with the occasional grope of his rump or a caress of his soft love handles.

'I... Mmmmmmm, aaaahhh.' Was all the fox could manage to voice through the mounting pleasure that coursed through him.

Robbie cried out as the hand around his cock strengthened its grip and pumped faster and faster. Waves of please rushed through him and he moaned uncontrollably and he climaxed.

*

'Do you think I could come back again?'

''I'm sure we could sneak you in again...' Gary groped the fox's rump as he walked him home, '...I'm not sure that you'll fit through that window next time though.'

Robbie chuckled and patted his belly, 'Well, at least I'll fit into crowd.'