Dancefloor Encounter
"Dancefloor Encounter"
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters and places therein are copyright (c) 2002 K.M. Hirosaki.
This is a bit of a "non-traditional" piece of erotica. It's probably not for everyone. I just felt like writing something different. Comments of all sorts are welcome at [email protected] as always. And yes, that is indeed the same Shon from my other stories.
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Dijit gave his friend Shon a big hug. The big wolf's tail wagged as he held Dijit up against his chest for a few seconds before letting him go. "See you later, hon," Shon said, waving as he turned to walk away. The silver-furred fox waved back to him and headed off down the street in the opposite direction.
Shon and Dijit had never been anything more than friends. If the fox had ever had his way, though, they would have been. Shon was such a sweet guy, and he was everything that Dijit was looking for in a "special someone." But the two had known each other long enough that even Dijit had to admit that things would be "weird" if they got together now. And more importantly, Shon was taken, anyway.
The two had just had dinner together at a nice little restaurant that they went to often, and the wolf was now off to meet his lover for a few drinks. Shon had said several times that Dijit was more than welcome to join them, but the fox hadn't wanted to impose. This left Dijit feeling a bit lonely, and he wanted to do something about it. There were some gay bars and clubs in the area, but he wasn't sure if he was up to anything like that. The alternative, however, was reading alone at home, and he definitely didn't feel up to that.
There was a dance club around the block that was always rather busy. Dijit had only been there a few times. He wasn't much into the club scene, typically, but tonight he was in the mood for it. At the very least, he'd have some fun dancing and drinking, even if no one noticed him. That was yet to be seen.
The neon sign for Spinning Disk shone bright purple over its section of the street. The line to get in was decently long, but since Dijit didn't have any other plans for the evening, it didn't bother him too much. He realized, standing there as he waited to get in, that he wasn't really dressed for clubbing. He just had a black t-shirt over his silvery grey fur, and a pair of denim shorts. Luckily enough, tonight didn't seem to be any sort of theme night at Spinning Disk, so he wouldn't stand out all too much in a bad way.
Finally, Dijit got into the club and padded out toward the dance floor. The lights were bright and flashy, the music was loud and pumping, and the air was warm with the body heat from the crowd of moving people. First, though, Dijit decided to get a drink to help loosen up. The bar was off to the left side, and was surprisingly not crowded. Most of the people in the establishment seemed to be dancing.
Dijit scooted around a pair of attractive wolves that were standing in front of the bar as they made out. The bartender was a fellow fox, younger than Dijit would have expected to be working at a club like Spinning Disk. He served up Dijit his drink quickly, then scooted off to attend to more customers. Dijit turned to face the crowd on the dance floor, which was predominated by younger men, dancing wild and dancing close. He sat on a barstool and sipped at his cocktail, watching. Every few minutes, two (sometimes three) guys would break away from the crowd and hurriedly head for the entrance. There was a raw sexual undercurrent to the air that couldn't be seen or felt or smelled, by could still somehow be sensed. An otter walked by swishing his tail, his unbelievably tight leather pants highlighting his quite nice-looking ass. Dijit wasn't one to sleep around, but just being here in the midst of everything was making him really hope that he'd get some action tonight.
Leaving his empty glass on the bar, Dijit hopped off toward the dance floor, trying to look both casual and available (which wasn't difficult with so many people hooking up). He drifted in through the crowd easily enough; he wasn't lithe or tiny, by wasn't big by any means, either. He made his way to one of the emptier spots on the floor and started to dance to the fast techno beat, his black-tipped tail flowing in time with his motions. Dancing came easily to him, and he had to wonder why he didn't do it more often.
Before too long, what little open space Dijit had around himself began to disappear as folks continued to crowd inward. He'd bump into someone every now and then, and either be treated to a flirty wink, or simply be ignored. Touching other people was practically unavoidable at this point. Almost as soon as he thought that, Dijit felt someone slowly and very deliberately grind their crotch up under his tail.
Dijit sput around, looking up into the face of a young leopard who was a few inches taller than him. Age-wise, he couldn't have been more than a few years out of college, like Dijit himself. His yellow, spotted fur was covered with a medium green t-shirt and a pair of casual pants that were showing a very well-defined bulge. Dijit thought, after the initial surprise, that at least he wasn't the only inappropriately-dressed one there.
"Sorry about that, little fox," the leopard said through the din. "That lovely tail of yours was just too tempting."
Dijit could barely hear, so he moved in closer to the leopard. He certainly wasn't bad looking, in a little forward for his typical tastes. "It's okay," Dijit said, trying to get back into his dancing rhythm, looking the leopard over some more.
The leopard scooted up to Digit and puts his paws down on the fox's hips, moving in tandem with him. He leaned down, licking the tip of one of Digit's ears as he spoke close to avoid the noise. "Feel like dancing?" he asked, pulling back from the fox's ear with a tiny nip.
"Okay," Dijit said, throwing caution to the wind. What could it hurt? Dancing was why he came here, after all. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Kir," the leopard responded, moving his paws back from Dijit's hips to cup at his rump cheeks. "You?"
"Dijit," the fox replied, his tail swishing instinctively as Kir massaged his butt.
They moved closer together until their bodies started to press against one another's. Since Kir was a bit taller than Dijit, his hard cock poked into the fox's lower belly through the layers of fabric. Dijit was feeling a bit adventurous for himself, and reached around the leopard and circled a paw around his happily-flitting tail. Kir responded with a loud purr, audible even through all of the surrounding noise.
Kir put his arms around Dijit's shoulders and held the fox's head to his chest as he continued to sway back and forth in time to the beat. Dijit could feel himself getting harder as the leopard's bulge grew and pressed more and more against his stomach. Whispering even more quietly now, right into Dijit's ear, Kir asked, "How naughty are you feeling, fox?"
Dijit looked up at Kir. He was about to protest, because he didn't do sex with folks he'd just met (especially not ones he'd just met two minutes ago), and as cute as Kir was, he wasn't going to break that exception for him. Kir put a fingertip to Dijit's muzzle and hushed him. "I'm not going to drag you off and fuck you, don't worry," he said, smiling as if he weren't proposing anything the least bit indecent.
Before either of them said anything more, Kir lifted up the bottom of Dijit's shirt a little, exposing his white-furred tummy. He ran his paw through the softness of it, making Dijit shiver as the leopard's claws traced around his navel. Kir then reached his paw down and undid his own zipper, and then nonchalantly pulled out the hard, pink shaft of his member. Dijit's eyes widened in shock, but before he knew it, Kir had closed the gap between them again, trapping his cock between their bodies, the fox's shirt falling down to cover it all. The whole process had taken less than a second, probably, and odds of anyone in the club having actually seen what Kir had done were exceedingly slim.
Almost on some kind of cue, the song switched over to something slower, and Kir rocked from side to side along with the new beat. His shaft ran secretively up and down over Dijit's tummy, hidden by the shirt, and his thigh ground gently into the fox's crotch. Dijit buried his face against the leopard's chest, murring with arousal. He had never had anything remotely like this happen before. It was new, strange, but most importantly, very sexy. The leopard's cock slid slowly up and down repeatedly, drizzling precum into Dijit's soft fur. The two looked into each other's eyes for a moment, exchanging a look of mutual lust, and they drew one another into a deep passionate kiss. Dijit bucked his hips a bit, rubbing his denim-covered crotch against Kir's toned thigh, at the same time bristling up against the leopard's own warm arousal.
Dijit looked around the dance floor. Nobody was paying them any amount of undue attention. To the casual observer, they must have simply looked like any of the other couples who were dancing close. It made Dijit grin; he got a certain perverse satisfaction out of doing this in public and having everyone else being none the wiser. He hadn't ever been much of an exhibitionist, and didn't have many kinks of any sort, really, but this was really turning him on. And judging from the increasingly damp tip of Kir's shaft pressed against his tummy, it was having the same effect on the leopard.
"You have a wonderful body, little fox," Kir muttered down to Dijit. Dijit felt himself flush up at the compliment, and the leopard sped up his grinding rhythm, obviously fighting to still stay in relatively close time with the music. Kir reached back down and cupped the fox's rear in one paw and stroked his tail gently with the other, using his forearms to hold Dijit's body tight against his own. The fox tried to angle his own body better to get more friction against his shaft as he humped slightly against the leopard's thigh, but the fabric was proving to be difficult.
Kir gave Dijit's ass a firm squeeze and wriggled his body madly up against the fox for a few seconds. Dijit gave out a surprised yip as he felt Kir's cock spasm, and felt the rush of warm stickiness against his belly as the leopard came. A large patch of his fur became soaked with the feline's seed, and Kir panted hard into Dijit's ears as he caught his breath. Kir kept himself pressed firmly against the smaller fox's body as he slowly went limp, then pulled away and quickly zipped his pants up.
Dijit let out a tense sigh as Kir pulled back, the bulge in his pants suddenly free, blood rushing to where it couldn't before. The leopard flashed a toothy grin at him and ruffled him between the ears. "Thanks for that, fox," he said, then turned around and rushed his way out through the crowd of dancers. For a few lingering moments, Dijit stood stock still in disbelief. His erection throbbed in his pants, his body begging for release. He turned and walked off the dance floor, huffing with frustration, cursing his own stupidity.
When he got into better light, Dijit looked down at himself. His shirt clung to his belly, and the fabric was beginning to seep through, but it could barely be seen, especially in the dark. At least he had worn black, he thought. Sighing to himself again, Dijit headed off to the restroom to clean himself up. Somehow, he didn't feel much like dancing with anyone anymore.