The Herd

Story by Mech on SoFurry

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#1 of Patreon teasers

So here we are. The product of a story that decided to wake me up early one way and hold my creativity hostage until I got it down.

Or at least, it's a preview for that. I am sorry for taking so long in between stories I've been putting out. New job slowing me down. So here you guys go. Hope you enjoy this little sneak peek. If you want, the full story is up on my patreon over at https://www.patreon.com/GryphWriting


Becky sipped her drink and kept looking about the club. She was never a huge fan of clubs. The noise, the press of people, not to mention the looks she'd get. Always felt like people were staring at her cause of how she was born. Not her fault she was a Mammoth Jackstock, and readily stood head and ears above most folk. Hell, she was taller than a lot of draft horses. Her workout routine didn't help. Not that she went for muscled, she just wanted to keep up with her girlfriend.

Her girlfriend was why she was here. Sayen had been out of town for a field study. Actual field study this time, not one of her videos. With her trip over, Sayen had declared it'd be date night. Which naturally meant the bobcat picked a place that Becky wasn't entirely comfortable with, and insisted she wear a specific outfit.

She loved Sayen. The cat knew just what made her tick. They'd been half-dating since middle school, getting more serious in high school. Now that they were in college, well things had escalated. To put it simply, the much smaller bobcat knew how to make her feel dainty and delicate. Oh the things Sayen could do to her. With just a few words and light touches, the bobcat could have her panting and winking.

This time she'd managed to get Becky squirming by just helping her pick an outfit. The donkey jenny was usually fine dressing frumpy. "Oh no, not going with sweats tonight!" Sayen had chided her over the phone, "I've been out of town a month, I wanna see my jenny strut!"_So she'd donned her makeup. Adding a bit of fur dye here and there. Highlighting some markings, and altering others. Then, aided by a webcam, Becky went through her wardrobe to find an outfit that Sayen approved of. They'd settled on a skirtthat barely brushed her thighs, and a matching halter top. Which the top only just contained her breasts. _"No bra now,"_Sayen had purred devilishly. _"Just be careful as you strut around so you don't _ pop _out."

Just thinking about it made her shiver. The mere notion of being exposed in public made her feel... The jenny hid her huff behind her drink. Fucking bobcat knew just what made her tick.

Speaking of, where was Sayen? Becky scanned the club for her bobcat, but couldn't see her. Then again, Sayen was pretty good at blending in when she wanted. Wouldn't put it past her that the cat was making her wait. Maybe even waiting to see if any guys would approach her. Or waiting for her to get sauced. Or...

The possibilities were endless really. Her tail twitched behind her, whipping against the back of her skirt. A whisper of wind kicked up from the switch. Becky's ears shooting up then canting back nervously. The jenny cast a quick glance around. No one here knew that she didn't have panties on. How could they? The skirt was long enough to hide anything like that. She knew that well enough, cause this wasn't the first time she'd gone in public like this. It was one of the few things that Sayen didn't have to encourage her to do. She loved that little risk. Each glance she caught felt like her secret was out. The risk was intoxicating. She couldn't help but wink with excitement.

Becky cast another look around, sighed, and took another sip of her drink. Second of the night already, and it was looking a bit low. She was a big gal, so she was starting to feel buzzed. Not fully drunk, just that lovely buzz there. Enough that she drifted a bit closer to some of the people in the club. Not enough to dive into the middle and get to the dance floor. Nah, she'd have to be a lot more drunk for that. Her tall ears perked as she watched folks meet, dance, and break apart.

Hands slipped over her hips. For a split second, she expected to feel Sayen nip at her arm. Though it dawned on her that the hands were far too large and rough. Shock rocked through her as she looked back. Becky found herself nose-to-nose with a male. The low lights of the club made it hard to make out details. Broad, tall, taller than her even. Bristly mane dyed a vibrant purple. It was another Mammoth Jackstock

The donkeys snorted at each other, breathing in each other's scent. He was clean, just that hint of masculine aroma from the warmth of the club, a hint of whiskey flavoring his breath. A deep, nearly sub-vocal, "Hey," shook across her. His large, warm hands resting on her hips.

Becky took another glimpse around. No sign of Sayen. Where was that damn cat. Normally, she'd respond then back away from him with an apology. She was just drunk enough to grin back, "Hey," as she leaned back. A shiver raced through the jenny as she felt the jack's broad chest. Fuck, he felt like a big boy too. Plainly leaning hard into that working nature of their breed. "Don't see many other AMJs."

His hands ran over her hips. Becky held back on the shiver as his broad hand ran over her stomach. Just the lightest of touches as he tucked against her backside. "Nope," he breathed into her neck before kissing it.

Oh fuck. Becky bit her bottom lip at the sheer warmth of the large male behind her. She should pull away, explain that she was waiting on someone, offer him a drink, chat, something, but she leaned back into him. If Sayen was gonna be late? Well, maybe she'd just enjoy herself some. Nothing wrong with dancing with a fella. Especially when he was kinda cute. Plus how often did she meet a guy who was larger than her?

A quiet huff slipped from the jenny as she started to sway with him. Not dancing per-say. She could dance, but really did folks at a club really ever dance? Her ears perked as he leaned in closer. Lips brushing over her neck in a donkey kiss. That quick little lipping as his touch guided her against him. The slow roll of his hips starting to match the pace of the music. Becky couldn't help but shiver at the warmth behind her. The thrill of being against a male that she didn't know. Of feeling his warmth. Especially as he nudged forward and let her feel that growing warmth grace her rump.

Oh Fuck... really should pull away. She hated to blueball guys. Well, unless that was the plan. More than once Sayen had swept in after Becky has teased, all to 'help' the guy out. That had to be her plan. Sayen had to be sitting around somewhere, watching as Becky got this guy all riled up. Probably saying something like, Here we see the mighty Mammoth CockTease _jenny as she toys with a male._Yeah, could already hear it in her head.

A light touch to her chin made her look. The stranger jack met her with a smile, then a kiss. His lips teasing hers for an instant before his broad tongue probed her lips. Becky gasped in shock, both ears going straight up as she jumped. The shock was enough for her to drop her glass.

"Whoops," a new voice, "I got it." The new voice was deep, but not the bone-shaking rumble from the jackstock. Becky couldn't bring herself to look at the newcomer. Not as her body shook, firmly stuck between leaning into the kiss and pulling away. Her heart leapt in her chest, hammering away as her breath shortened. Chest heaving into her top as the male's hand roamed her front. Fur bristled as his hand moved dangerously close to the bottom of her blouse. "Careful there," the unknown speaker rumbled. The jack just grunted into the kiss, pressing his tongue deeper as Becky tried to gasp. His tongue stud clicked off her teeth and slid against her tongue.

Oh Fuck! It was getting harder to think, yet she was incredibly focused. She was keenly aware of how his fingers brushed her fur. The way every last follicle sprang past his fingers on their way up. Under her top. Right to her bare breast.

Thenhestopped.