Clubbing like Magic
This is the result of me getting really horny one day, and masturbation not quite cutting it. ^^
<insert general warnings here please>
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You sit quietly in the back of the club. Shadows from the corner doing more to hide you than one would think possible and the empty wineglass in your right paw reflecting the lights from that dance floor in a matrix against the dirty wooden table. Your ears twitch at the harsh and broken-record song that sounds like the same three notes are the song and are just being played for five minutes straight. The rainbow light briefly sweeps over you, letting the few people that saw you see the huger in your eyes. The male furs on the floor grinded and teased each other and the few furs sitting back like yourself into dancing with them. The song finally switches, and a topless bunny in a skirt swings his gay ass over to your table.
You take up the glass and twirl it ever so gently, like a light tap from you claw could shatter it to pieces. The light reflected from the glass shines into the bunny's eyes, and he stops moving like his brain was suddenly detached from the rest of him. You watch closely as the short skirt gets shorter as it bulges upward. You tilt the glass just a hair to the right and the bunny walks out into the thickest part of the dance floor. You can feel your smile grow wider.
You set the glass down with the utmost care. Placing the very tip of your claw on the rim of the glass, you drag your claw around the rim slowly-purposefully. The song changes mid-beat, from a light vocal to an unintelligible vocalist singing to the most addicting beat you have ever heard. The song flows through the room, and forces you footpaw to tap with the rhythm. Oh how easy it would be to swing your hips in a circle to the beat, but you mustn't, at least, not yet. The furs from the outer edge of the club suddenly find themselves dancing, tearing off their shirts, and grinding against everything they pass on their way to the dance floor. The dance floor seems to synchronize with each new fur to join, shirts flying in shreds like confetti on the floor.
You place the tip of your finger on the glass now, dragging slightly faster in the opposite direction. The music got louder and sunk deeper into your skin, and pulling your thick cock from its home in your pants. Pants and underwear soon fly just as the shirts did, yet somehow you manage not to join in. The dance floor is soon filled with hot panting and dribbling pre that drips from each cockhead.
You flick the wineglass in the perfect spot. The soft ring from the glass echoes throughout the club, adding a lust-inducing craving into each fur's mind. The room was suddenly thick with moaning and male musk, causing you to open you muzzle and pant with the dancers. The furs on the dance floor didn't stop dancing, but they started grinding against each other with their cocks in various orifices. The nearest person you see is the bunny from before, now being held up by a dragon, bear, and lion that are filling his ass, maw, and stuffing his cock up the bear's ass.
You can't stand the pressure in your pants, you feel like ripping your clothes off just like the crowd before you did. You exercise an unknown amount of control over yourself just by taking off and folding your clothes on your chair. You pull out the small piece of chalk from your pocket and draw a big circle in front of your table, then draw squiggles that ended pointing at the circle at the 12, 3, 6, and 9 o'clock positions. You set the chalk down, still fighting yourself to stay calm. Then you turn around and step into the circle large enough for you to lie down in. You stand in the very center of the circle and whisper your name so quietly that it would have taken an ear right next to your maw in a silent room for anyone to hear it.
You gasp at an incredible volume as you feel it. Your ass contracts around the numerous cocks you feel but that aren't there, your cock spurts pre as the plethora of muzzles and tailholes try to milk the cum from your balls from it, and you gag against the uncounted cocks that are sliding against the back of your throat. You fall flat on your back, the physical sensations of every fucking fur on the dance floor vibrating through your body. Your cock jumps and spasms as it cums constantly. Your body twitches and shakes as you feel the hot caress of a dragon's tongue on your neck while he's fucking you, as jizz from a cougar hits the side of your face, as a Doberman splays your toes with his fingers to spread your legs wider as he fucks you missionary style.
The cum from your cock comes in spurts as you feel the bunny from before cum into the hot bear's tailhole beneath him, and you feel the seed fill your backside just like the bear feels. Your paw grip the thick, spiny, warm cock of a lion you see suckling on the cock of a stallion while the other worms its way into the tailhole of a fox that's furiously masturbating while he suckles on the balls of a bull. You slip on the pool of cum underneath you as you feel a giant cock up your tailhole, while at the same time you feel your cock being stuffed up a tailhole that's far too small for it but feels deliciously tight. You gag as gallons of seed seem to be pouring down your throat from a large horse cock. You whimper as your tailhole feels stretched even wider by a pair of dogs that have both of their cock stuffed up your ass.
You're barely able to control your head as you look to the glowing clock over the door. Only a minute has passed since you made the song start. You moan as your paws slip on the large and growing puddle of cum that is coming from your cock. The orgy of furs on the dance floor suddenly intensifies their actions with each other, and your whole body shakes with the pleasure of everyone in the gay bar.
The dance floor continues to fuck to the unending song, long into the night as you spasm on the floor.
***
An old grey fox stand above you, the club quiet and the only sexual thing you feel is the giant puddle of cum that's coating the circle of chalk and you. "You are so luck I found you when I did, another hour and the song would have started spreading through the city as you blacked out further. Can you imagine your body being tortured with all the men in the world's sensations of sex at the same time? As it stands now you won't be able to talk, walk, or have any kind of sex for a year or more. I hope it was worth it."
Secretly, in a place in your mind that the grey fox will never find, you start planning just how to feel it again without blacking out.