Cosmolube
It was cold... so cold.
The little hare shivered, even in his homeland he disliked the cold, and his fur was designed for it. Sergei twitched his ears and nose in a displeased manner and hoisted the box he was sent back to get onto his rather girlish hips and left the walk-in freezer. As an Arctic hare born and raised in Russia he should be used to this sort of thing, but even the freezer fazed him.
"Got it?" his boss asked, Sergei nodded in response and the clipped-eared Doberman continued, "Okay, I want you to take it to the address I wrote on your itinerary. I've arranged for you to stay a little while at the place and make sure they like the product. So have fun. Okay, kid?"
"Yes, Dodger." Sergei answered, shaking his ears back, the little black tips stark against his white fur.
"Good boy. Go on, then." Dodger said, pulling up a clipboard and writing something down.
Sergei understood that he was dismissed and left, carrying the box on his hips and pulling a rolling suitcase behind him. His little blue lorry waiting outside, it was an older one with a rounded nose and a wide body. He loved the truck and didn't mind at all when Dodger asked to use it for the company to make deliveries. Going all the way to the middle of Texas seemed like a long haul, but Sergei knew he could make it. He loaded the box and his case in the back of the truck and climbed into the driver's seat, feeling the soft texture of the faux leather against his fluffy tail.
It was hotter now, hot enough to make him feel uncomfortable in his thick winter coat. He wished he could shed it, but the brown summer coat was not his style. He liked contrast. And his winter coat normally gave him that. Later, he pulled into the driveway of the large ranch marked on his itinerary, the sign made with brands "The One, Two, Three Ranch ?3" it said. The hare squinted at the sign as he passed it, "Is zhat supposed to be a penis?"
He looked at it again, it certainly did resemble a penis crudely made with a carrot, two equal signs and a numeral for three. "Chto za huy...?" Sergei laughed making his way down the driveway, certainly not expecting what he saw next.
The One, Two, Three Ranch was in itself, normal. A large farmhouse, an outbuilding that could have easily been used to house extra farmhands, a few sheds, and a barn. A great big barn all lit up with lights, a rainbow painted on the huge sliding door and the crude penis outlined with a string of pink lights. He parked his truck next to a line of others and went around to the back to retrieve the now thawed box.
"You look lost, little bunny." A voice said from behind him.
Sergei turned around to find a big bull standing over him. The bull was muscular, his skin streached tightly over a broad chest. In the darkness, Sergei guessed that his fur was a sort of tannish colour, like a lion might have. Except short and perfect for this warm weather. With horns as wide as his shoulders the bull would have looked intimidating if not for the kind look on his handsome face. Sergei wasn't really supprised by the bull's thick Texan accent and deep voice, it certainly fit his body.
"What?" Sergei asked, opening the lorry doors and sliding the box closer to him, bending over into the truck; his fluffy tail and bum wiggling a little as he streached to reach his case.
"Y'all look lost. Anything I can help you with..." The bull smiled and reached in and pulled Sergei's case out for him, "Anything you can help me with?"
The hare tried to remain professional, "I need to find a man called Gabriele, he ordered zhis product and I need to deliwer it. Just shipped and thawed out."
"You're looking at him." The bull said, taking the box from Sergei's little paws, looking it over, "Oh good, the Brazilian stuff. Dodger said it was the best."
"I prefer zhe Russian 'Cosmolube' myself... smells nice and glides easy. And it doesn't leave a bad taste in my mouth." Sergei said, selling his product.
"Well, that sounds good, little bunny. You better come on in, I have one of the boys take your suitcase to your room and you can join me for a little while. It's a theme weekend and we have one of our best dancers in tonight." The bull said, whistling to a small, pudgy mixed breed dog and calling him over.
"Dancers?" Sergei asked, confused.
The pudgy mutt took the suitcase from Gabriele and took it of to one of the outbuildings. For some odd reason, he was wearing ass-less chaps with nothing underneath, his furry tail wagging excitedly, and a shirt unbuttoned to his collar bone. Sergei watched the mutt's progress with a confused expression then turned back to Gabriele just in time for the bull's response.
"Yeah, par'ner. Dancers. And one of the best. You've been signed up for the amature contest. Dodger said that you gotta participate." The bull stated, taking a few steps towards the bar, forcing the hare to follow.
"Amature contest??" Sergei squeaked.
"Oh yeah. Winner gets an hour in The Cage." Gabriele said happily, "That's my area of expertise."
"...The Cage?" The little Russian hare questioned, his tight black skinny jeans slowing him down, making the bull slow his long pace.
"You ask a lot of questions, don't you little bunny?" The bull laughed. "That'll get you in a lot of trouble 'round these parts."
"Zhen I will hawe to be more careful." Sergei said, smiling serenely.
The music pumping from the barn changed, growing more upbeat and trilly. Gabriele grew excited and practically drug Sergei in through the rainbow painted door. "Sclhampe is performing tonight to get up excitement for the newbie and amature dancers."
"He is called 'slut'?" The little hare asked, remembering his mate calling him that during sex sessions.
"You speak German? Well, damn hooey. Schlampe is a German shepherd. Or, a German Shep*hard* if you know what I mean..." The bull said, winking at the confused little hare.
"I zhink you just made a penis joke..." Sergei said, and turned to look inside the barn.
Despite all the months he had spent working in Dodger's sex shop, the little hare was surprised. It was a plethora of sights and sounds, caged dancers wearing nothing but ass-less chaps made to resemble phat pants moved their bodies to the German rave music, women and men alike set by tables, hooting and hollering to the cage and table dancers, pausing to complement the men and maybe even slip a bill in their waist band. A bar ran along one corner, and otter pouring drinks stood behind it, talking to a fur who was practically naked, save for a propped up loincloth. "Zhat man has an erection...." Sergei observed, then kept looking around. Lights were rigged up on almost every possible surface and hanging from the ceiling, they flashed in time with the music.
"Pay attention." Gabriele said, bodily moving Sergei's head towards the main stage with one of his huge hands.
The lights dimmed to black. Only those above and on the stage flashed with the music, their light the only thing that hit Sergei's eyes. German singing was heard, more rave music, and a voice amplified, "And now, ladies and gentlemen, for your viewing and physical pleasure... Schlampe, a true raver hailing from Germany, your dancing Shep-hard!!"
The crowed cheered it's response, then quieted quickly when the music volume was raised. Even the other dancers stopped to watch. A red light flashed, a blue one, a pink one, heavy bass from the song, more German talking about sex, and a set of paws became illuminated by glowing wrist bands. High trilly notes backed by a pounding bass, two glowing green balls became illuminated. They moved as if they were chained to a handle held by the paws, and so they were. The glowing maces glowed even brighter, moving with the dancer who swung them skillfully, dancing with them, making them move with the music. Sergei was hypnotised. More glowing strips on the dancer's phat pants lit up as a black light came on. They circled his legs in a rainbow of colours. Even more lights, the barn was still dim, but the flashing of lights around the barn lit the faces of the other furs and humans there. The other dancers started going again, not matching Schampe's speed and skill.
Sergei squinted, trying to make out the face of the shepherd as his mace lit lit. "Is zhat...?"
Oddly enough, this raving German shepherd dancing in a gay bar in the middle of Texas looked just like the raving German shepherd Sergei lived with back home. His mate of sorts, his Hans. If this was Hans, what on Earth was he doing here?
Schlampe-Hans sped up with the music, shuffling and swinging his maces with power. He threw his maces up and tore off his shirt, casting it aside and catching the glowing objects just in time. The crowd cheered, they wanted him to take off more. Obviously smirking, the shepherd threw up one of his maces and unbuttoned and unzipped his phat pants as it fell. Oohing and aahing, the crowd watched as Schlampe-Hans' cock fell out of his pants, unsheathed and dripping like he had been jerking it or watching porn before the show.
"Mmm, good puppy...." Gabriele's voice said from somewhere above Sergei.
The little Russian hare fell in a chair and watched as his mate danced and stripped for a crowd. He felt jealous and more than a little angry as the shepherd had flowers thrown at his feet, as he scooped some of them in his paws and gracefully bowed out and the song faded out.
"What's wrong with you, little bunny?" Gabriele asked when things returned to normal, the announcer complimenting Schlampe-Hans over the sound system.
"Zhat was my... roommate. I know he left one weekend a monzh and brought back a bouquet of roses when he left... But.. but..." Sergei's voice broke, Hans usually gave him those roses.
"Damn, little bunny. I'm sorry." The bull said.
"What am I going to do?" Sergei asked rhetorically.
"Go out there and dance, and show how fucking strong you are. After all, you can't refuse." Gabriele answered.
"Because Dodger signed me up?" Sergei sighed.
"Uh, yup." Gabriele said, smirking.
"Fuck." The hare swore. "You'll do fine. Little fluffy bunny like you, some of these furs and humans could just eat you up." The bull said, slapping the hare on the back in what he thought was a soft way, winding Sergei.
"Literally." The hare snorted.
"Mmm... I wouldn't mind. You better win the contest, little bunny. Or else I'll just throw you in The Cage for fun.
The hare shuttered, "If I've learned enough about zhis place, I might not like zhat."
"You'll like it when I'm in the cage, kiddo." Gabriele smiled.
"And now... if the participants in the Amature Contest will make they're way to the stage so our staff can get you ready..." the announcer said over the intercom.
"That's you, little bunny..." Gabriele said.
Sergei heaved a sigh and head over to the stage, not really looking forward to this.