Pounding to the Beat
Two young men get into trouble - and each other - at a nightclub
[CW: Consensual transmale impregnation.]
First-time uploader! I've been wanting to write for the site for a while but I bit off more than I could chew on my first attempt, so here's something a little more reasonably sized. I hope folks enjoy!
The club was packed, as it usually was on Saturday nights, and the pounding bass and strobing lights had long since driven Xander into exactly the kind of trance he came looking for every weekend: the total shutdown of the inhibitions and societal niceties that shackled him five days out of the week, and an escape into writhing, panting instinct that let him feel truly alive, at least for a few hours. The music was a raging river, and the twenty-eight year old arctic wolf let it carry him, mastering the flow and becoming one with it on instinct alone. Many nights, he'd find himself losing track of time and his surroundings until he needed to take a break, but not this time. He still wasn't sure if the fox had approached him, or if it had been the other way around; maybe it was just the milling of the crowd or some sort of primal gravity between them at work, but for the past twenty minutes they had been steadily transitioning from dancing toward a bald-faced mimicry of fucking in the middle of the floor, with the smaller orange-furred canid missing no chances to press his paws against the shirtless wolf's snowy chest and arms. Xander was no bodybuilder, but he was at least a part-time gym rat, and his nameless partner's obvious appreciation for his fur-shrouded physique was only spurring his animalistic trance to new heights.
It was starting to become a problem, though. For the past few minutes, they'd moved past feeling each other up, and the fox had started emphatically grinding the back of his cutoff jean-shorts against the front of the black jeans that were all Xander was wearing. The wolf had done nothing to dissuade this; it had been the most natural thing in the world for him to close one paw around the fox's slender waist and rest the other heavily on his mesh-covered shoulder, the two of them rutting against each other in the paradoxical seclusion and anonymity that came from the press of bodies all around them. But the animal part of Xander's mind was ascendant in this place, and the erection straining against the front of his pants rapidly went past uncomfortable to painful, jarring him out of the rhythm-and-light-induced hypnosis. With a regretful sigh, he wrapped both arms around the vulpine twink's body and leaned in close, nipping that big right ear with a predatory growl and a quick 'thanks' that only qualified as a murmur due to the deafening noise, before releasing his unexpected companion and fighting his way through the crowd toward the open door at the back.
The moment he stepped out into the fenced-off alleyway, it was like he'd passed from a dream back into reality. The music dulled into a bassy rumble as the cool fall air slapped the worst of the dancefloor heat from his white fur. It was nowhere near cold enough to cause him any discomfort, of course - his kind were adapted for temperatures much lower than these - but it helped bring him back into himself, and he found himself reviewing his immediate memories as if they happened to someone else. To another, better, freer version of himself. Padding off to the side some dozen paces so as not to crowd the door, he lit a cigarette and sighed out a cloud of smoke, leaning back against the brick wall and letting it sap some more of the excess heat from his body as his eyes closed. There was still noise - he was not alone out there, and there were people chatting, as well as the sounds of downtown traffic nearby - but as he was still half-deafened from the sounds of the club, he was able to retreat into his own inner world as he struggled to defeat the erection clearly visible to anyone who saw his bulging jeans in profile in the yellow light of the alley. Thinking about work caused him to scowl and flick his ears back, so he tried thinking about the last movie he'd seen, but his thoughts kept going back to that foxboy's delicate paws on his chest, and how he'd been willing them to keep going down past his abs. He could imagine exactly how it would have felt, his anonymous vulpine would-be paramour feeling out the shape and thickness of his shaft through his clothes. Even thinking about it seemed so real...
Suddenly, his amber eyes snapped open. It was real. Deafened as he was, he hadn't heard the fox follow him out into the alley, and the boy was now shamelessly groping him in front of God and everyone with a big toothy grin on that pretty orange muzzle. "Hi." God, even his voice was cute, a bit higher and softer than Xander had expected.
"Hey yourself, hot stuff." The wolf glanced around, but they were getting only cursory glances here and there, so he covered for himself by taking another drag and exhaling it away from his slowly-wagging visitor. "Sorry for bailing on you, I, uh..."
"Yeah, I can see that. And feel it." Rub, rub, squeeze. The tightness intensified, became unbearable, as all the heat came rushing back into Xander's body. The air didn't feel cool anymore; it was like he was surrounded by an unseen source of radiant heat. Something tickled at the back of his mind, something almost-noticed by his feral self inside, but was immediately lost as the fox unfastened the button on his jeans, snapping him back into the present. An objection quickly rose in his throat, but froze there as he looked down at the fox gracefully kneeling in front of him, green eyes raised to his in a wordless question with one big fox-ear canted outward. The grin was still there; so was the wag, and the sight of this pretty creature so clearly offering him what his body needed caused his blood to pound in his veins again, bringing back the beast he had been inside. He felt his muzzle split in a fangy, lopsided grin of his own as he gave a single nod.
Zzzzip! The fox wasted no time, tugging Xander's jeans and boxers down around his thighs, freeing his ruddy wolfcock to erupt to its full nine inches in front of a scattered crowd that was starting to stare openly and nudge each other as they whispered back and forth in disbelieving tones at what was happening in front of them. He didn't give a rat's ass about any of them anymore, though. He was a powerful beast in his prime, taking what he wanted - what was being offered so freely. His free paw settled between the fox's ears as that delicate muzzle opened, fangs carefully flanking an erection that felt like it had to be steaming from his built-up core temperature in the cool air, and sank right down onto his throbbing spire, immediately starting to bob worshipfully down into the wolf's lap.
A thrill ran up Xander's spine at the feeling of soft lips and tongue gliding against his rigid flesh. He was by no means a virgin, having had his fair share of both men and women in his time, but either putting himself on display with a complete stranger was exciting him more than he would ever have expected, or this fox really knew what he was doing. A moment later, a single pawpad traced against the outline of his unformed knot, causing it to immediately begin to bloom.
Both. It was definitely both.
Xander closed his eyes and flicked ash from his cigarette, going back to smoking, casual as you please, as the fox tested his limits on the wolf's considerable shaft. The throbbing bass from inside was the sole noticeable accompaniment to the warmth of that reverent muzzle engulfing his cock again and again in an implacable rhythm, and some faint remnant of his higher brain functions dimly registered that the fox was moving in time to the music, two heavy beats down and two up. Hunger flared higher within Xander's body, like a heat straining to erupt, as his knot hit its full girth and he started to gently fuck his anonymous slut's face gently in the same rhythm. After a few moments, he felt a paw encircle his shaft carefully, open fingers and palm just barely brushing his knot in a teasing touch, and he realized his bitch du jour was marking off the limit of what he could take with the tight grip of two fingers and thumb, allowing him to shove in and just tickle the back of the prettyboy's throat without gagging him. Growling intermittently between drags on his cigarette, he gripped the boy's head more firmly and shoved more decisively, while still keeping to the beat, and he felt the fox match the change in his fervor, each thrust burying him abruptly in that blissful warmth. There was a part of him that wanted to slow down and enjoy it, but it was not in control. The Beast was in control, and it wanted to nut. But it quickly proved that the ending was foreordained, regardless of which way he was leaning. No sooner had he fully committed to letting himself cum than the fox's paw suddenly relaxed its grip, slid down quickly over and behind his knot, and gripped hard, tugging back toward that whimpering, slurping face.
Xander's eyes and mouth shot open like he'd been poleaxed, his cigarette falling to the ground forgotten as he stared sightlessly up at a street lamp. Every nerve in his body surged in electric flame at once, and his knees went weak; only his position against the rough wall kept him from losing his posture. A heartbeat later, he heard a desperate, howling cry, which his brain only sluggishly recognized as coming from his own throat, and he erupted. The wolf's heavy balls twitched visibly, drawing up against his loins in a quick rhythm, as little spasms danced through his powerful frame, and his hot, thick seed blasted forth into the fox's eagerly-gulping throat. The knot massage was firm and relentless, and Xander felt himself still trying to howl well after he ran out of air as he was forced to drain his creamy semen right into the talented fox's throat. Starved for oxygen, he gulped down air, only to lose it again in a second helpless cry as he endured what might have been the most overwhelming orgasm of his life to that point.
When his climax finally faded, along with his increasingly raspy voice, Xander sagged, blinking back the stars in his eyes... which he realized, as more of his brain started to come back online, was at least in part because he'd been staring directly at a lightbulb the entire time he was cumming. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and gave his head a brisk little shake before looking down at his fox, who was softly and dutifully licking the remainder of his jizz off his dick, with a little dribble of the same marking a path from the right side of his muzzle down to his chin, despite his heroic efforts at containment. With a slightly embarrassed chuckle, the wolf ruffled the fox's headfur, then dropped his paw to the side, straightening up properly as the boy wiped his mouth clean with the back of a brown-socked paw.
"Holy shit, dude, I don't think I've ever cum like that before." A moment's silence followed, as he realized the anonymity was becoming awkward. "Uh, I'm... I'm Xander." He glanced around at the others, only to find he'd inspired a few unabashed makeout sessions and at least two semi-surreptitious handies.
The fox got to his feet. "Mmm. Don't worry, I needed that at least as bad as you did. And I'm Cinder." The unusual name snapped the wolf's attention sharply back where it belonged again. Surely just a club pseudonym, but a pretty unique one even so. Xander's mind was whirling a bit in a daze as he almost-noticed something again, and impossibly, felt his cock go from the beginnings of its postcoital retreat back to full, aching hardness. Why...? On pure reflex and out of confusion, he sniffed heavily a few times, and it hit him all at once.
Cinder's smaller stature. That soft, high voice. The delicate paws, and that unmistakable scent that had subconsciously been driving him wild. The fishnet half-shirt hid it pretty well, but now that he was actually looking for it, he could spot the two thin scars slightly interrupting the white fur of the foxboy's chest. And even the name made sense, if you looked at it from the perspective of someone who was trying to twist a deadname into something that fit him better.
The fox definitely looked male, but he'd had to work to get his body that way.
All of that blazed through Xander's mind in the time it took for him to blink twice. He opened his mouth into a silence that was just beginning to become awkward, but found he couldn't remember where he'd left his vocabulary. Fortunately, the 'alpha' wolf-beast inside him hadn't completely abandoned him when he came, and that predatory grin came back; before he even realized what he was doing, Xander had shoved his left paw between Cinder's legs and started to rub firmly at the soft mound hidden there. "But that's not all you needed, was it?"
Cinder's eyes went wide at the sudden response, his muzzle hanging slightly open as reddening ears folded back. Suddenly shy, especially compared to his boldness of the last few minutes, he shook his head. "N-no."
Licking his lips, Xander popped the button on the front of the fox's ass-devouring shorts, then gave him the exact same questioning look he'd received so recently... but realizing some clarification was needed, he murmured his thoughts aloud. "I'm about to rip these off you and pound that heat right out of your pussy. Cool?"
Cinder actually squeaked at those words; it was his turn to glance around the alley as the wolf turned the tables. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he nodded a few times; he was blushing crimson under his fur, but it was only visible inside his sharply-folded ears. "Y-yes that is extremely coooOOO!"
He didn't even get to finish the word as Xander yanked the fox's shorts and briefs down to the ground, wriggling out of his own clothing and lifting the smaller canid up by his armpits. Spinning around, he pushed Cinder back against the wall, tilted his head, and claimed the fox's mouth in a rough kiss.
The fox squealed into the suddenly dominant wolf's muzzle and flailed a little bit, but after a moment his eyes fluttered shut and he gave himself to the impromptu makeout session, their tongues wrestling eagerly with each other as the wolf quickly transferred his grip to Cinder's ass, then his upper thighs, holding him pinned against the bricks while grinding against his positively drooling spade. With the clothes out of the way, the pheromone-laden scent was a force of nature, filling Xander's airways with a command as old as life. A command he could not refuse. Pulling the fox's legs apart, he broke the kiss, lowered his hips a bit to get into position, nudged his drooling, tapered cocktip into place, and firmly stood-shoved his throbbing penis into the bliss of that dripping vulpine vagina. The paler skin of that fleshy vulva stretched sharply to accommodate him, and as he broke the kiss to moan, he heard the sound echoed in a higher octave by his new lover.
The feeling was absolutely unreal. He'd had pussy before, of course, even the canid variety that felt oh-so-right to every instinct he had, but with his other partners, they'd always played it safe, and didn't even go on dates during heat. The sensation didn't even compare. The unbelievable warmth of that fertile cunny soaked into his cock like a promise, and Cinder was so slick that even with the size difference there was nothing stopping him from shoving in as deeply as the fox could handle. And it proved that was deeper than he would've expected; with each thrust, he straightened more, shoved more greedily, and with his knot deflated from a lack of contact he found he could just about bury himself in the young man's birth canal before bottoming out. He pulled back quickly, though, as he felt his knot starting to respond; after the efforts Cinder had gone through to please him, a lackluster performance simply would not do.
By this point, Cinder was whining and moaning helplessly, clinging to Xander's broad shoulders as he was rutted against the wall. With nothing in the way anymore, their bodies mashed together, panting and hot and slave to the act. The wolf's tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, and some self-care bookkeeper in the back of his brain made a note of the nearest water cooler; he was already getting dehydrated and was going to be far worse by the time he was done. His pace at first was uncertain and erratic, but that seemed to make his hungry, deep thrusts hit Cinder all the harder; in no time at all, the fox pressed his muzzle hard into the crook of Xander's shoulder and neck and shrilly shrieked his way through his first climax, his lithe body convulsing as his vagina clenched rhythmically around the thick red contoured penis plunging into its depths. If Xander hadn't already had one hell of an orgasm himself, he would've cum then and there from the feeling of the handsome fox-twink's pussy trying to milk him for his sperm. As it was, he grunted and took conscious control of his pace, matching the background beat of the music just as his partner had: two in, two out, pistoning in near-perfect regularity now as he fucked to the music.
Cinder's claws dug into the wolf's back, unheeded, as he mentally got into the rhythm himself, his grip clenching in time with the wolf's movements, and his eyes fluttered open again, slitted pupils dilating to full roundness as he stared into Xander's tense, narrowed eyes. "Y-you're GASP holding b-back, gimme everyyyYYYY inch, let me haaaa-HAVE it!"
Grinning fiercely, Xander bucked harder, his motions becoming sharper and more decisive just as they had during the blowjob, but still he denied the fox the last inch and a half of his shaft. "If I... hff... if I do that, I'm gonna tie you, and you will end up with a belly full of folves." His deeper voice softened, becoming teasingly intimate. "Do you want that, handsome? Do you want your belly to swell with my pups?" Buck. Buck. Buck!
Uncertainty passed over Cinder's face for a moment at the first part, but the delivery of the rest, coupled with the strong lupine man driving into his pussy relentlessly, pressed a button in his animal hindbrain that his transition had done nothing to suppress; on the contrary, he shared Xander's hunger for rough breeding sex, and coming to have a body that he could feel correct and attractive in had paradoxically only amplified that particular appetite! Having his stud offer that so plainly drove him right back over the edge, and his eyes bulged out, the fox arching his shoulders back against the wall as he fought to hold onto the pleasure and lost his grip, claws scrabbling at the bricks as he gasped and keened his way through a second climax, being saved from the vertigo only by his grip on his lupine lover as his body tried once again to demand the insemination his womb so desperately craved.
Xander nearly lost it himself that time, orgasm rising in his loins as he stilled his movements and fought back with all his willpower... and barely won. Cock twitching, with a bit of semen dribbling out mixed with his copious pre, he held onto his second load, but it was several moments before he could risk moving again.
That was all the time Cinder needed to make up his mind. He pulled the wolf's head in closer, and murmured unambiguously right into one triangular ear. "Do it, wolf. Fucking knot me and flood me from both ends tonight. Let's make a fucking litteeeEEEERRRR!" The end of that statement was wrenched off course as Xander tightened his grip, pressed in even closer, and started pounding that foxboy pussy like he fucking meant it, doubling his pace to drive in on every other beat of the music coming through the wall. His knot started swelling instantly, popping in and out of that stretched canid spade with added effort on each pass, until Cinder's body swallowed it one last time and clenched down, holding it inside and causing it to balloon up completely, locking him in place.
Xander's pulse pounded in his ears as the reality of it hit him. This was it. There was really no escape now. This cute little fox he'd never met an hour ago was about to make him a daddy and there was nothing he could do about it. "Oh fuck. Oh fffuuuUUUCK, it's in you, I... I'm gonna knock you up! Oh fuck I'm gonna knock you up!" His ears folded back again, and he slipped his arms around behind his fox, bracing his elbows against the wall as he bucked frantically into that sweltering vagina, his denied climax roaring back to the surface. "Take it in you Cinder! TAKE MY SEED AND GIVE ME PUPPIES!"
"Fuck yes, give it to me Xan! Give me our litter, I want! TO! SWELL!" With another yipping shriek, he orgasmed helplessly on Xander's trapped cock, and the climax passed along to the wolf like chain lightning. With his tip trapped against the fox's cervix, there was nowhere for his seed to go but IN and, howling like the animal he was, the wolf forced gout after thick, heated gout of his potent semen right into Cinder's womb, the rich baby-making cream flowing out toward the fox's ovaries and claiming the three ripe eggs the boy's body had offered up to his breeding stud.
As their voices fell away and the shared climax ended, they stood there, clinging to each other and panting helplessly. After a moment, Xander staggered a bit... and he suddenly realized that Cinder was not as light as he'd thought, and the raw animal strength his burst of rut had given him was rapidly departing.
"Oh. Oh f-fgggh!" The wolf unceremoniously staggered away from the wall, then fell back, his butt mercifully hitting the ground a moment before his shoulders and head as he instinctively clutched the fox protectively to his chest. He stared dazed up at Cinder's worried face for a few moments, then began to chuckle. It infected his lover, and in moments they were both laughing breathlessly at the ridiculousness of the situation, to softer laughter and slightly embarrassing applause from their forgotten peanut gallery.
It goes somewhat without saying that neither of them was officially welcome at the club anymore after that night, but that was alright. They'd left a legend there that was passed on in whispers for years afterward, and besides, they no longer needed the club to help them feel free and alive. They had each other. Perhaps it was fate that had brought them together; despite the utterly reckless way their relationship began, it turned out that they were perfect for one another, averting the disaster that night could have become, and their pups grew up never even thinking that it was weird that they had two daddies.