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_ Breathe, just breathe._ I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had never been on a blind date before. I checked my phone incessantly. No, he wasn't late, I was just nervous. My friends assured me that Blake is a nice guy. I kept thinking he better be! I spent hours in the bathroom primping and grooming. The silence at my table was filled with the clinking of glasses, the gentle scraping of silverware on plates, and the low rumble of small talk. These noises were being emitted from every table in this quaint, dimly lit Italian restaurant.

I was told he was a wolf, about 6 3, with dark blue hair. You can imagine my confusion when I saw a fox walk through the door, almost matching the description. He glanced at me, looked around, and then made a bee-line for my table.

The tension in my chest grew as he neared. I readied my hand for introductions; he stopped, smiled and asked "Cameron?"

"Yep, that's me. And you are Blake?"

He ignored my extended hand and gave me a tight hug.

"My," Blake said. "You smell nice! What's that, he smelled again. "Coconuts?"

"Yes," I chuckled. "They're my favorite."

"Wonderful."

We sat, opened our menus and got comfortable.

"Oh, I see you already ordered drinks." He said as I took a sip of my wine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't order you anything."

"That's quite alright." He flagged a waiter and asked for the whole bottle.

"A whole bottle?" I asked incredulously. "That's kinda expensive here."

"Oh, don't worry about it. Tonight's a special occasion."

We ordered our food and I tried my best not to look nervous.

"So," my voice trailed off. "Tell me about yourself."

"What would you like to know?" he said with a smirk.

"Well, let's see, do you have a job?"

"Mmhmm. I'm and adult film director." We both laughed.

"Any hobbies?"

"Yeah, I'm really big into the club scene."

"Cool. I actually dont get out much, but I have been clubbing a few times. Which ones have you been too?"

"My favorites would have to be Tail Raisers and The Speakeasy."

I was almost positive that those were sex clubs, but I didn't say anything.

"Oh," he started again. "I and my friends also have our own little club."

"Sounds like fun."

"Very. You know, we could use another member with a luscious white coat like yours."

I blushed at his compliment.

"I'd love to, what's it called?"

"Well it doesn't have an official name, but we call it a "Rainbow Party."

"For obvious reasons." I deadpanned.

"Not quite. You'll really have to see some time."

Our food finally came and I kind of did all the talking. I told him all about me and he just politely listened, drinking his wine. At one point I finally asked "Are you a wolf or a fox? Because I was told you were a wolf."

"I'm a wolf." He said with a slight slur. "An Ethiopian wolf. Pretty cool, huh?"

I was feeling a little hazy myself, so I checked my watch. It was almost eleven.

"Well, I had a wonderful time, but I should really get going now."

"Whew." Blake said. "Would you be my bestest friend ever and give me a ride home. I don't think I should be driving."

"I'd love to."

We paid the bill and waited up front while the valet located my black Nissan Altima. I drove to the upper-east side of town where is fairly large apartment building was located. I parked the car and followed him inside because I was afraid he was too drunk to make it up the stairs safely.

Of course, I was right. Half-way up the fourth flight of stairs he lost his balance and almost fell, but I caught him. He looked up at me sheepishly and thanked me. When we got to the door there was a moment of awkward silence which I broke by saying Thanks for the wine. He grabbed my hips and pulled himself in close. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he rubbed his muzzle against my neck.

"You should come inside." Blake said.

"No. I should really...eh, what the hell. Why not?"

He pulled out his keys and looked puzzled. "Shit." He mumbled.

"What?" I said.

"My apartment key, it's in my car."

I chuckled. "Don't worry. I got this." I pulled out my own keys and singled out my special key. I inserted it into the lock, slipped off my shoe, and gave it a hard bump. I turned the key and as if by magic, it was open.

"How did you..." he started.

I slipped my shoe back on and explained "It's a bump key. It can open just about any basic lock."

"Wow, you're pretty handy. You should come in and show me some more of your tricks."

"Look, as much as I would like to fuck right now, I'm tired and I have to work tomorrow. Tell you what, we can make out for half an hour, but then I really have to go, ok?" I find that guys tend to like it when you're up front with them.

"You know what you want." He smirked. "I have to admire that."

He didn't waste any time. He started kissing me, closed the door and led us to the couch where we remained for the rest of the half hour. He got a little carried away and his hands found their way into the back of my pants, but he was drunk, so I let him get away with it.

My watch beeped and I knew it was time for me to leave. As I stood I realized I had gotten a little carried away too. A hard lump protruded from the crotch of my jeans. I couldn't possibly hide it without looking ridiculous. Needless to say, Blake noticed.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" He must have had the biggest smile on his face.

"Uh, no-no. I should really get going!"

I said good-bye and hurried out the door, embarrassed. When I got home I emptied the contents of my pockets onto my dresser. I noticed a small card had fallen to the floor. It read: You're not the only one who knows some good tricks! Call me if you ever feel like having a good time. His number was on the reverse. Yessssss. Got a number.

I sat on the couch and closed my eyes, noting the details of the room surrounding me. A soft techno beat played from my surround sound system. The smell of incense was in the air even though I wasn't burning any. The air conditioning vents blew cold air into all corners of the room.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock in the next room. I was still wearing my red button-up and black tie. I loosened my tie and trudged into my bedroom to turn the alarm off. Next: Coffee. I don't know how I'd manage without caffeine in the morning.

I kind of lied the night before. I don't really go to work. I work from home, mostly writing software, but I've done pretty much every at-home job under the sun on my computer.

As I sat with my steaming cup of coffee, my computer whirred to life. After I checked my email, Facebook, and a few other accounts, I found myself studying the card again. It wasn't printed; just a blank card he had written on. He wrote in a loopy cursive that I really liked. I puzzled over how he might've gotten it into my pocket.

I really wanted to find more info on those clubs he was talking about. They didn't have websites, but I managed to find what I was looking for on twitter. They weren't really clubs. They were closer to parties with brand names. The location constantly changes to avoid getting busted. You see, the guy that started this little trend needed to make money, but didn't want to spend money rent or getting a liquor license. I have to admire his creativity and laziness. It all sounds really fun, but I'm not really "In the loop". Then again, I knew someone who was. I didn't want to call him. The three day rule was in effect. Now I was back on Facebook, looking for him. I realized I didn't know his last name, so I sifted through my friends' friend lists. After an exhausting five minute search, there he was. Blake L. Loup. *Friend request* I spoke aloud as I clicked. "Had a great time last night! I hope we can do it again sometime." *send*

He didn't respond until noon. The IM bar at the bottom of the screen popped up.

Him: What's up?!

Me: Nothin much. Just chillin.

Him: Sounds cool. How's work?

I chuckled at this.

Me: slow.

Him: Aww. I could come over there and spice it up a bit :)

Me: Sounds like fun, but alas, I must work.

Him: So quit looking at porn and get to work! Lol

Me: I'll try.

Blake is offline

Although, now I was sufficiently bored enough, and since he put the Idea in my head, I decided to do a little porn surfing. Porn and I have a weird relationship. I go to straight sites and like redtube and I study it. I don't get off on it; I just have a sneaking suspicion that 95% of the girls are faking it. Crazy, right? I figure the ones that make a noisy show get paid better.

Okay, first video. I didn't care about the titles, but this one's called "Weekend at the cabin." It was a compilation of four scenes. Four girls, four guys, and one Hispanic sounding camera man. Very low budget. It was fairly boring; they all played out the same way. Creepy cameraman would grope something on the girl's anatomy. Then the second male would be introduced. There were two wolves, kangaroo, and a horse. I liked the variety. I didn't care about the females. Anyway, creepy cameraman talked throughout the entire thing. The male would get his dick sucked by the female. He would eat her out. They did it in position A, position B, then position C. The End. That got boring quickly. I started to wonder "How loud am I during sex?" I know I didn't scream, but I'm sure I was above a whisper. I remembered something hidden away that might answer this question: A sex tape a boyfriend and I had made. I was mostly against it, but I let him have his fun. After we broke up I made sure I had the only copy. I stood up from the computer and proceeded down the hall towards my bedroom, but stopped short at a closet. I opened the door and started to remove the clutter until I found that black shoe box. Inside were the rounds to a .9mm pistol and a DVD case. I'm not sure why I kept these things together. The gun was in a lock box under my bed.

I returned to the living room to put the disk in the DVD player, and then I plopped down on my plush leather couch. I turned the volume down, just in case. The loading icon flashed for a few seconds and the video started to play.

I think this was also the first time we had had sex with the lights on. A muscular wolf stepped into frame and joined me on the edge of the bed. I had worn only some first time we had had sex with the lights on. Sexy, I know. We started kissing and my hands were all over him. I can never keep them to myself when we kissed. I wouldn't stop looking at the camera. It was weird; almost someone was in the room watching us do it on one of those live web-cam sites. I actually wouldn't mind if I got paid for it. He broke the kiss and crawled further up on the bed. He grabbed me by my feet and yanked me flat on my back. My head was hanging off the side of the bed as I giggled. He straddled my belly, lightly digging his claws into my chest and growling to assert his dominance. I didn't mind, though. I always thought when he acted tough was cute. His being rough was better than foreplay. It really got the blood pumping. His ears flicked and twitched when he stuck his nose into my chest tuft and took a deep whiff.

"Damn, you smell nice."

L"'homme by Chanel. I just picked the most preten--"

"Shhh." he cut me off. I love it. I love you."

"Aww, that's sw--" he cut me off again, but this time with a kiss. I wanted to be mad, but his tongue was in my throat. His soft, plush-like tongue.

So he rips my underwear (my favorite pair by the way). We did it in position A, position B, hey wait a minute....

As far as my sex volume goes, it was your average moaning and groaning. I remember why we broke up. He was an ass. Fortunately he wasn't hung like one. (6 1/2 for those who must know)

All this left me alone on the couch, just thinking. Mostly why one would stay in all afternoon and watch porn when he could go to lunch. I finally got off of the couch when my stomach pleaded for food with a strange gurgling noise. Back down the hall, into my room, I was in the closet rummaging for clothes. Across the room was a floor-to-ceiling mirror that always surprised me by showing me just how slender I am.

I decided to wear a loose pair of khakis and a white button up shirt. It was probably warm out so I didn't tuck it in. On my way out I grabbed my keys and proceeded down the stairway that wound through the center of the building.

Outside, it was humid. The ground was damp, so it must've rained that morning. I wanted to walk since it was such a nice day and because the cafe was only a few blocks away. As I walked, the sun warmed my back and I rolled up my sleeves so I didn't get too hot.

The cafe wasn't too busy for a Sunday afternoon. I found a nice spot and waited to be served. A tiger wearing dress slacks, a vest, and a bowtie walked up and asked "What can I get for you today, sir?"

"I'll have a Dr. Pepper and the turkey sandwich. No lettuce or tomato, with a side of fries."

He scribbled my order down on his notepad and said "Okay, that'll be right out."

The tiger left, brought me my drink, then left again to assist other customers.

While I waited for my food, I glanced around and noticed a fox on the opposite side of the eating area. His back was turned to me and he was reading a thick book while enjoying a steaming bowl of chili. On his head were deep blue spikes. There was no doubt in my mind; it had to be him. I panicked; I didn't want him to see me. I mean, we just met last night and I really liked him, but I don't know. I'm just weird like that. When my order came, I ate quickly.

"Can I interest you in a desert?" the waiter asked when he returned with my check. I politely declined. He got a $10 tip and I got out of dodge.

From there I went to the mall. I had to walk through the parking garage and take an elevator up to a department store before actually entering the main floor. I was just wandering for a while until I saw a pair of jeans I liked in the window. As I entered, a huge waft of fragrance greeted me. The store was marketing their own brand of cologne. It was called La Petite Morte. It was French for the little death; a metaphor for an orgasm. Another pretentious-sounding name just to get people to buy. I decided for $9.95 it smelled nice enough to wear. As I turned once again to look at the jeans on sale, something caught my eye. Blue spikes. You have got to be shitting me. I mumbled under my breath.

I grabbed a few pairs of pants that were in my size and headed toward the dressing room. I felt silly ducking behind the rows of clothes, trying not to be spotted. Inside the dressing room, I set my items on the bench and examined myself in the mirror. I realized I hadn't showered the night before and I checked my fur for any matted areas. Being an arctic fox, try to keep my fur as white as possible. Luckily, my looks aren't the only thing I've got going for me.

Just when I think I'm safe, I hear someone enter the dressing room.

"Yeah--no, I'm at the mall."

I instantly recognized the voice. Blake even picked the stall next to mine!

"Hold on a sec. I'm trying on clothes."

There was the sound of hangers clicking and things being situated.

"So guess what. I had a hot date last night!"

Now I was curled up on the bench with my ear against the wall, not that it was necessary. I just felt sneaky.

"Yeah, with this totally cute fox, Cameron."

Aww. He said I was cute.

"He's an amazing kisser. How do you think I know? I chatted him up this morning. He seems interested."

Damn straight I'm interested.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later."

Then I heard the phone flip shut. Now that I couldn't eavesdrop anymore, I decided to get back to my pants. One pair didn't fit quite right so I found a slightly different pair. I was about to be on my way when I saw an awesome pair of shades. I'm such an impulse buyer. I'm trying on ten different pairs when I hear "Cameron?" from behind. I turned slowly thinking shit, shit, shit!

"Oh my god! It is you!" He came at me, arms open wide.

"What are you doing here?" he said with his voice a little high-pitch.

"Oh, you know, just shopping. Hey listen, I had a really good time last night and I was thinking maybe we could have a movie night."

"Yeah, that sounds fun. What time?" I said. I was positive he had ulterior motives. Then again, I had nothing better to do. I thought I could handle myself.

How does nine sound? He said with a smirk.

That's great, I'll be there. Wanna grab some lunch?

That statement was immediately accompanied with the panicked thought Wait, what am I doing?! I've already eaten and I think he has too! It was a friendly reflex. I didn't really want to grab lunch, but somewhere in my subconscious there must have been a need for this.

"Nah, I already ate before I came here."

Blake's phone lit up through his pocket and played a little tune.

"Sorry," Blake said. Work. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

He answered his phone while I walked towards the counter to purchase my Items.

Once outside, I was bathed in the sunshine and I realized how cold it was indoors. Aside from stopping briefly to give a bum a few dollars, I went straight home.

I wasn't leaving for another few hours, but as soon as I got home I went straight for the closet. I pride myself on looking my very best all the time. I had just enough time to wash and dry my cyan and grey-striped V-neck and a pair of skinny jeans. I chilled on my living room couch in my undies until my clothes were ready. By the time I heard the dryer ding I had half-an-hour to get dressed and head over to Blake's place, which was plenty of time.

As I walked out the door, something in the back of my mind told me I should bring a condom. I ignored the notion and while I locked the door I mumbled to myself I am not having sex with him tonight. I was nervous on the car ride over, but strongly calmed by the smell of popcorn through his front door.

Before I could knock he opened the door, which I found creepy, but I shrugged it off nevertheless. He greeted me with "Hey beautiful."

"Oh, stop." I said. "You'll make me blush." Which I was, but I don't think he noticed.

"Tonight's feature," he announced loudly. "Is The Midnight Meat Train."

Then he pulled me in and plopped me down on the couch.

"Make yourself comfortable." Blake said. "I'll be back in a sec."

He's probably going to the bathroom to splash more cologne on. I chucked at this thought.

When he sat beside me, the FBI warning was on the television screen and I was trying to smell him without letting him know. This was difficult because he had a huge bowl of steaming, buttery popcorn in his lap. He was wearing a fragrance, but I could hardly tell.

The film seemed kinda low-budget. Still, though, it managed to make me jump and I involuntarily grabbed Blake's thigh. He laughed and assured me it was quite alright. About midway through the movie he put his arm around my shoulder. I turned to him and whispered as if we were in an actual movie theatre.

"I thought you were supposed to let me hold the popcorn before you went for the arm-around-the-shoulder move."

Blake smiled and said "Of course." He lifted the bowl and placed it into my lap.

For a moment I stared at him and he stared back me. In the darkness I saw the blue glow of the TV reflect off of his eyes and I thought I could really see myself with this guy. The night ended mundanely. After a kiss goodnight I felt proud that I didn't give myself away. I got to thinking; if someone asked if we were an Item, I'm not sure what we would say.

Blake leaned in the doorway and said "Y'know my, uh, club is having a meet tomorrow." For some reason that meme of the owl with the wide expression and the caption O RLY? popped into my head. I tried to choke back a laugh and fail miserably. Instead I made a strained grinding noise that made me look like I was choking or something. Embarrassing, just embarrassing.

"What, are you alright?" Blake asked.

I took a deep breath and said "Yeah, I just thought of something funny. I would love to go, just tell me when and where."

He looked at me and said "Why don't you check your shoe?"

"You're shitting me." I said aloud.

He laughed and said Yeah, I wrote it down for you already. He handed me a small slip of paper which I crammed into my pocket.

"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"See you, goodnight." Blake said.

"Goodnight. I echoed."

I slept wonderfully that night. So well in fact that I didn't wake until the mid-afternoon, and even then when I woke the first thing I thought about was just a little more sleep. After I had glanced at my alarm clock (which I never use) I decided I needed to get my furry but out of bed and do something. I figured today was just going to be a lazy day. I was hungry, but I didn't feel like making anything or going somewhere. I rummaged through the cupboard and settled for a bowl of cereal. Think what you want; cereal is great for any meal.

After I ate, I went into my room to search for the pant I wore the night before. When I got home I just stripped down and crashed. They had to be within throwing distance of my bed. I found them right beside the hamper, like always. I fished out the semi-crumpled piece of paper and analyzed the address. I didn't know where it was, but I had a GPS in my car. It was then that I had a frightening revelation: I didn't know what to wear. I didn't want to be over-the-top or too casual! I didn't know what we were doing so I figured I better just keep it light, comfortable, and casual. A t-shirt and some jeans would do nicely. I thought.

I occupied my time listening to music and cleaning up around the apartment. I was picking up dishes everywhere except the kitchen, which I found odd. I got all my laundry done and the kitchen was neat and organized. Now what? I thought. Porn surfing? Hmm, not really all that horny. I guess I'll just kill a few hours browsing. I logged on and checked the usual sites. I get a lot of spam in my email, but it's contained in its own little folder. I go through it from time to time. It's funny how a lot of them have cryptic subject lines like H-o_t te.en Girls to thwart the spam filter. 99% of them are pay sites, so I don't really go to them. Right when I was about to clear the folder and delete all the emails, something caught my eye. It had the subject line that said "Wouldn't you like to Jizz the Rainbow?" How could I not want to look at that? I opened it and it contained an ad for these injections. It said they were completely painless and you could come any color you wanted. There was the original Rainbow pack for $29.95 or you could get your own custom color set. It certainly was interesting, but I didn't feel like spending the money.

It wasn't until later that I found myself on the couch in my light, comfortable, and casual outfit; constantly glancing at the wall clock on the far side of the room. I estimated that it would take roughly fifteen minutes to get there (with traffic and all) and I wanted to be right on time. The second the long hand aligned itself with 45 second mark I hopped off the couch and was on my way. I was jittery and nervous. I was about to meet all his friends and I was afraid that I would say something awkward or not get very involved. I can be a little shy around new people. Sure enough, the GPS got me there with a little time to spare. I didn't want to get there early and seem eager. So I sat in my car for a minutes staring at the door of this club house. It was in a kind of suburban area, with a golf course close-by.

It wasn't really a house, or a shed, or very large. It had air-conditioning; I could see a unit hooked up to the side of the building. I mustered my courage and turned my car off. I stepped out and walked up the short three-block walkway up to the door in the center of their miniature porch. I knocked, held my breath, exhaled. I could hear some music playing inside. Suddenly the door swung open and I was greeted by a Border collie with red bangs draped over his left eye.

"Um, hi." He said. "You must be..."

"Cameron." I said with a smile." And you are?"

"Randy." He said bluntly and laughed. "Guys! He called into the room behind him. New meat's here!"

Blake quickly wedged himself between Randy and I.

"Oh, stop it." He scolded. "You'll scare him away."

He turned to me and smiled. "Please! Come in."

I followed Blake and Randy into the small shack of a place. On the opposite side of the room was a blue, square, C shaped couch; on which sat a white fox with piebald fur and long yellow curls that was making out with a husky with smoky blue fur and messy green hair. On the wall adjacent to the door was a huge flat screen TV with an expensive-looking camera hooked up to it. In between was a white, pad-looking mattress with a dark wooden frame at ground-level. The floors were the shade of a shiny, new black appliance. The color of the walls reminded me of cream and limes. Then there was a white counter on the far right of the room that shielded a matching refrigerator.

"Can I get you anything?" Blake asked politely.

"Do you have anything to drink?"

"Of course! What would you like?" He stepped behind the counter and opened the fridge. Tucked away at the bottom was a glossy brown box. I wondered, but didn't ask.

"I'll just have a soda." I said. I cracked it open and took a sip, then heard from across the room "No, stop it! I wanna meet the new guy!"

The husky had his paw placed suggestively on the fox's thigh. The fox plucked his paw off and walked towards me. I set my drink down and stood up straight as if I were about to be inspected. My fellow fox stopped, made eye contact for a moment, and then yanked me off balance for a hug. As I was standing on one foot (practically using him as a brace), he whispered in my ear 'm usually subbing so this will be fun."

"I'm sorry, what?" I replied.

"Hi! My name's Yvonne!"

"Um, nice to meet you."

"And this is my boyfriend Greg."

Greg glanced at me from the couch and gave a little wave. He nodded his head and said "Sup." Yvonne walked over and sat beside him again. I could barely hear him, but he said "Oh come on. Be nice." Greg looked at me again and said "Hey, I like your fur."

"Thanks," I said, trying not to blush. "I like to keep it clean."

"I can tell." Greg said as he smiled politely.

An Australian shepherd with orange ear tips unexpectedly burst through the door with a six-pack in hand. Right behind him was a fennec fox.

"I brought beer!" Said the shepherd. "Hey! Who's the new guy?" he yelled as if I weren't there. Blake ran across the room and took the beer from his hands and dragged him in my direction. He set the six-pack on the counter and said "Hun, this is my good friend Cameron. Play nice." He looked at me sheepishly and extended his hand.

"Hi, Im Oliver, and this is my good friend Vic. Vic was hiding behind him, texting.

"Nice to meet you.' Vic mumbled. He glanced up and I noticed his eyes were a deep purple.

I shook Oliver's hand and held it out slightly over for an awkward moment, waiting for Vic to acknowledge my gesture. He tucked his phone away in his pocket and weakly gripped my hand for a second.

"Alright!" Blake said. "First order of business, has everyone brought their club dues?"

I slowly raised my hand, but Blake said "Don't worry about it. You get a free pass."

Everyone pulled out their wallets, which was weird because I felt a little left out.

Randy, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, walked to the front of the group with his paws tucked behind his back.

"Ok, boys!" he barked. "You know the drill."

Randy ducked behind the counter to retrieve the black box from the fridge while everyone else started undressing. I just kind of stood there for a moment, waiting for some kind of direction. Blake pulled his shirt over his head and said "C'mon, just play along."

Reluctantly, I did as he said until I was down to my boxer briefs.

"Hey, quick question." I whispered to Blake.

"What? "He replied.

"What exactly do you use the camera for?" I said, gesturing towards the TV.

"Well, occasionally we make videos of our sessions, to help fund future activities. But don't worry, you won't be on film today."

"So, um, who's taking center stage tonight?" Greg said.

Blake pulled me aside and took my hands. "As you can see, he said. This is an adult club of sorts. If you don't want to participate I totally understand, but I would really appreciate it."

I wasn't exactly surprised, but I still felt stunned. It was time to make a decision and it was

Sure, I mean, why not."

"Thanks Hun. You'll have fun, I promise."

God, I hope so I thought silently.

I took a seat on the bed and tucked my legs underneath me. The rest of the group crowded around the counter and dispensed the contents of the box. It contained those shots, you know, the ones that don't use a syringe? They vaporize it into your skin or whatever.

"Um," I said as I raised my hand." I don't do drugs or anything like that."

"Don't worry sweetie. Oliver said. "This isn't anything like that."

They each pressed the nozzle on various parts of their anatomy and pressed a button which let out a muffled hiss.

"I like to think were artists." Yvonne said.

Vic chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

Greg held his injector in front of him. "This," he said. "Contains a chemical that will change our, um, canine essence to a different color. Each of us has been assigned a color except you. Club rules dictate that there must be at least one neutral and tonight that's you."

I hummed thoughtfully. "I think I've actually heard of that before. That's kind of cool my voice drifted off. So now what?" I asked.

Randy turned to Blake and said "He's your friend."

Blake smiled and yelled "Sick 'em boys!"

They all crowded around me and I slid further onto the bed. Some of them were already sporting wood. Blake, however, sat on the couch and relaxed as he slid his hand into his underwear. Something about him just watching made me nervous. There was a sudden hiss that came from behind the wall of furs. Oliver had snuck back to the counter and had a beer in his hand. Everyone looked back at him.

"What? "He said. "I brought them, I want to drink them!" He motioned towards me with the bottle and said "What about you, bud? You look like you need to loosen up a bit."

"Um, no thanks. I'm fine." I said politely.

"Suit yourself". He said as he gulped the last of the bottle down.

I felt someone rubbing my back. It was the cute spotted fox, Yvonne.

"Anything in particular you want to do?" He said softly.

"Be gentle." Was all I could think to say.

Pairs of hands came over me and laid me down. Vic and Randy were to my right and left and split the task of getting me out of my underwear. I lay in the center, exposed. Oliver knelt down and sniffed gently up my leg until he reached the tip of my seven-inch stick. He took a deep whiff and exhaled moist breath onto it. Blood poured downhill into my cock and it slowly came to life. Oliver laughed quietly and said "That's what we want to see."

He licked the bottom, from the base working his way up to the tip. He reached the summit and descended back down the other side. He repeated this process until finally inserting the majority of it in his mouth. The warmth of his muzzle was inviting and captivating. Yvonne was hovering over me with a fairly large bulge protruding from his crotch. The fox seemed gifted in that area. He kissed me while Oliver continued his work.

Randy reached down into his underwear and pulled his eight-inch dick out. He grabbed Oliver by his rump and lined up before inching half-way in and shoving the rest in with one clean thrust. Oliver had to stop for a moment to moan, but he continued to paw me off as his head dangled above my testicles.

Vic joined Yvonne and I at the top of the bed and whispered in my ear "Could you turn over for us sweetie?"

I opened one eye to acknowledge what he said and promptly rolled onto my stomach, breaking the kiss with Yvonne. Randy continued his fucking while Oliver moved in and stuck his muzzle between my cheeks and rimmed my tail hole. As I gazed up at Yvonne, the once huge bulge seemed even bigger. Yvonne gripped the outside and said "You want some of this?" His tone surprised me; he seemed so timid before. I stripped his underwear back, freeing the monster of a cock that probably could have taken an eye out. The excrescence gave the impression that it was too big for my muzzle, but I tackled it nevertheless.

Randy now had pulled Oliver up and was driving his cock up deep into him. Randy nibbled on the shepherd's ear as he devastated Oliver's ass. Oliver just scrunched up his face and rubbed himself. This wasn't enough for Randy, though. He pushed into Oliver further, which pushed him further towards me. He did this until Oliver was prodding the outside of my tail hole. Randy bent Oliver over and forced him into me. It seemed he had enough stamina for the both of them.

As I'm choking on Yvonne, I open my eyes and see Vic and Blake on the couch, silently making out and pleasuring themselves. I saw Greg out of my peripherals as he reached for Vic's arm and grasped his hand, pulling him off the couch. Blake leaned in further as the kiss escaped him.

"Aww come on. I was having fun!" Blake said.

"I know, I know, you guys need to participate."

"Says the husky who sits in the back and drinks the beer." Laughed Vic.

"Don't...drink...all...the...beer." Oliver moaned.

"You tell 'em Ollie." Blake said.

"Let's goooo." Greg whined.

The trio assembled itself under to my right. Greg positioned Vic under my soft belly so that his mouth was in full view of my dangling cock. He prompted the fox to hold his legs up and pushed Blake towards Vic's exposed crotch. Vic slid his paws into his underwear and stripped them off of his legs. Blake hesitated for a moment and whispered to Greg "Um, this isn't exactly the person I expected to be having tonight."

"I know, but you should have gotten in there while you had the chance."

Blake didn't argue with Greg's point, but still, he didn't want to hog me all to himself. Blake squeezed himself into the tight fox and pulled Vic's legs up onto his shoulders so they wouldn't get in the way. Vic inhaled my dick and immediately applied the perfect amount of suction to keep me satisfied at all angles. Every orifice was filled. I was trapped on all fours until everyone finished. Greg mounted Vic's exposed dick, completing the furpile. Greg rode back and forth on the small fennec.

The cacophony of moans and whispers almost sounded ghostly. Randy had his eyes shut and his lips puckered as he stripped himself from Oliver's backside. He staggered beside Oliver, fapping until red shot from him in streams across my back. Oliver, who seemed to have some kind of special connection with Randy, was next. Orange seed spilled along my spine and settled on my lower back.

Yvonne. Yvonne was an interesting character. Everything, every little aspect was misleading; the way he talked and held himself. You never know what was lurking beneath the surface. You'd never know that this kit was equipped. I knew because his equipment was tunneling through my esophagus dripping pre along the way. It slathered my tongue and I focused to see if there was any defined flavor, like lemon. That would have been interesting. Alas, the only notes that greeted my buds were salty ones.

"Ooo, here it comes." He whispered gruffly.

His dick spilled cum on the way out like a fire brigade spilling buckets on the way to a fire. He lifted and aimed the enormous cock at eye-level and sprayed yellow across my muzzle and on one of my ears. I licked my lips and my jaw could finally relax without the fleshy wedge between my teeth. Yvonne joined the others in a post-sex cuddle on the couch.

Blake watched me. He watched me on the couch and he was watching me now. I almost felt like I was being studied. Greg jostled my side as he tried to keep his balance atop the fox below. He grunted as if he were in pain while he jacked himself off. Greg shoved me to try to turn me over. It seemed as if he could only process one thing while his climax grew closer and closer. I let him, my arms and legs were tired anyway. I relaxed on my back, probably smearing the semen-based paint on the mattress. He dismounted Vic and held himself, so he was not to waste his one shot. He let ribbons of light green fly on my belly. Greg kissed me on the cheek before he staggered to the couch and collapsed.

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"Ok, let's switch!" Blake said, almost sounding out of breath.

Blake retook his position behind me and didn't waste any time getting comfortable. Vic assumed Greg's position on top of me. I felt contained in a bubble of pleasure. I could barely hold out any longer; I let dick fly as I came deep inside of Vic. You'd think he was waiting for me because he immediately shot a channel of purple under my chin and onto my chest.

"It's just you and me now." I heard Blake say as Vic moved and he hunched over me. He drove harder, not wanting to let go of the moment, but even a wolf can only go so far. Blake barely had enough time to yip and shoot blue up at an arc, streaking across my front side.

I stretched out across the bed. They had painted me as some kind of abstract piece I guess. Blake snuggled beside me quietly and smeared the purple that was running down my chin with his muzzle. I took a deep breath and wondered to what extent this relationship might go. I'd already had sex with him and his friends. Hell, next time I might even let him pay me for it.