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When one wanders into a strip club, it's generally the dancers on stage that have all the attention. The combination of oil-coated fur, gyrating hips and rapidly disappearing clothes is a lure for almost any male. From beautiful horses, long snouts and even longer tongues, not to mention those thick, engorged members hanging between their legs, which no thong or pair of briefs could ever hope to contain, to the sexy, shy foxes, lithe and thin, with strength and grace, every movement practically begging you to grab them by the hips, bend them over the nearest stable object, and impale them with yourself.

Billy, however, wandered into The Horse's Mouth on a random Friday night, unsure of what he sought. The young canine, aged 25 years, wore a black leather top which included a crossed "X" of heavy metal mesh over his chest, and left three inches of his bare stomach fur, with its washboard muscles, exposed to anyone who noticed.

He also wore a pair of tight leather pants, which included metal claps and exposed fur all the way down his legs, to his ankles. The material clung so tightly to his body that the snap dug into his waist slightly. It was a comfortable bit of pain, though, because it reminded him just how exposed he would look to all those in the club. His hair hung long, down to his shoulders and drawn back in a pony tail, tied with a thick string of hemp rope. It shifted back and forth as he walked into the establishment.

Smiling at the bouncer, Billy produced his ID to the rather dangerous-looking bull without a second thought. Requests for identification were a normal occurrence for the wolf. He looked about 17, to anyone who bothered to look. He did not mind being short for his age, especially for a wolf. It gave him even more strength and agility than most other members of his species.

"Welcome to The Horse's Mouth," said the bouncer in a gruff voice as he handed Billy his ID back. The bouncer's muscles were threatening to tear through the flimsy tank top he wore, and Billy raised a brow appraisingly at him before nodding and merely wandering off into the crowd.

The club brimmed with people that night. Fog from the many machines designed to provide a sense of atmosphere to those on stage filled the space, as well as a myriad of different lighting colors, all of the rainbow and then some, which splayed across the large back wall and stage, including multiple panes of glass designed to reflect the beauty of those on stage, as well as to make the slightly cramped space seem larger.

As Billy wandered in, his obsidian fur shifting beneath, and in some places through, the leather of his clothing, he found an empty seat in one of the darker corners of the place. The lights were all hung from long metal bars on the ceiling, moving this way and that, but they never seemed to invade the space more than 90 degrees in either direction from the stage.

The wolf smiled brightly as a very sexy bunny in a half-cut t-shirt and a pair of cut off jean shorts walked up, his small tuft of a tail shifting back and forth as he walked, with a noticeable bulge in the front. "What can I get for you, handsome?" he asked, leaning over the table slightly as if putting himself on offer more than any drink.

Billy, though he looked demure, was nothing of the sort. A wolf, after all, is a predator by nature. He reached forward, running his claws luxuriously through the white, silken fur of the bunny standing before him. Even though the bunny stood taller than him, Billy had strength on his side, and the wolf's mind filled rapidly with fantasies of him claiming the sexy waiter. "Smirnoff Ice, sexy," he remarked quickly.

The bunny let out a little chuckle, though the closing of his eyes for a moment and the slight croak that came out with his laugh made it clear Billy had the desired effect. However, a waiter being a waiter, he existed as a show, a tease, and Billy knew that as he pulled away. "You got it, handsome," responded the agile rabbit, walking away and making sure to shift his hips just enough to accentuate his ass as he departed.

Billy, on the other hand, just started warming up. He leaned back into the plush bench seat, the leather of his outfit making a soft rustling sound against the vinyl of the couch. His broad shoulders rested comfortably on it, as his eyes began to move slowly across all the furs present, exploring each and making eye contact with those of interest.

The regulars were there. Billy knew them, though he rarely spoke to them. The two he found most amusing, and chuckled at each time he saw them, were a bulky, if not slightly overweight, ram and his lover, the smallest, almost obscure hyena one had ever seen. They stayed wrapped in each others' arms the entire time, in one of the benches nearest the stage. Billy knew they pawed each other under the table, watching the dancers removing their clothing, and so did most of the other patrons. Nobody really cared, though. They were clean about it, at least.

As his gaze continued its exploratory path across the room, the leather-clad dark wolf met the eyes of each of the dancers. Each of the steps of the three-tiered stage stood one of the club's employees, in various states of undress.

On the lowest stage, the one which received the best tips and most attention, stood a reindeer, clad in just a thong now, nearly brimming over with money - or perhaps his cock. Billy hadn't seen him before, and couldn't tell from the distance. Regardless, oil matted the reindeer's fur to his body, glistening in the hot lights, and he gyrated his hips back and forth, his tail moving with it. Billy licked the tips of his fangs as he watched the reindeer eye him, then grab the bulge in the thong and give it a squeeze. The wolf laughed, winked at the reindeer, and moved on with his perusal.

The second stage, raised from the first and offset by 90 degrees, but still extending from the same base point against the wall, barely restrained an overly muscular fox. Billy disliked the muscle crowd, though he could see how well they took care of their bodies. The musculature looked even less welcoming on a fox, which Billy always thought to be very lithe and agile creatures. He smiled, though, when the fox met his eyes, and winked at him as well. Billy never turned away attention.

The last stage, constructed parallel to the first, but raised and pushed further back, occupied by a pole-dancing yellow leopard. Billy knew this particular leopard very well, especially the strong muscles of his thighs, which were clenched around the pole he danced on as he hung nearly upside down from it. They had dated for a while, but as with many things, Billy had lost interest. He grinned and - very unlike the domineering wolf - blushed slightly. They were still close friends, James, the leopard, seemed to notice him every time he walked in.

However, these were all furs that the wolf had seen before, and none of them really caught his eye. He saw several of the patrons leering at him, as though he should be on stage, but he waved each of them off with a warning glare and a snapping of his teeth. Even from a distance, this would scare any of them off.

And then, to his surprise, Billy found his eyes being drawn to a door on the far side of the club. His vision wandered to the exterior wall, beside the bar where drinks were being served with great fervor. He hadn't even realized the door existed before, despite having been to this particular club a hundred times or more. He grinned lasciviously, though, because standing beside it he saw the most beautiful husky he had ever laid eyes on.

Leaning back against the wall, the husky stood perhaps just a few inches shorter than Billy. His fur was the softest, lightest blue he had ever seen. From what the wolf could see of the new object of his affection. The stomach fur glowed white, barely exposed beneath a t-shirt which read "Club Staff" on the front. Billy leaned over his table, resting his elbow on it and tapping the end of his muzzle contemplatively. "He's security," came the realization moments later, and the canine growled softly at the thought.

Now, normally, when Billy found someone of interest, there could be hours of coy stares and teasing glances and movements between them before he decided he needed make his approach. In this particular case however, the wolf felt no need for any hesitation. The beauty of the husky inspired him to move immediately, pulling himself out of his seat and to his full height, striding confidently across the bar. He walked until he actually passed the husky, then turned on his foot paw and leaned against the wall with him, shoulder against it, and took in the husky's profile. "Hey there," he said in a low voice.

The husky, his attention obviously having been focused on the crowd to make sure nobody got too rowdy - or too close to the dancers - seemed slightly taken aback at his words. However, that bit of a startle caused the other male to lift off the wall a bit, and Billy got a delicious view of his strong back and his ass, his tail fluffing out after being pressed into the hard concrete of the wall. He turned slowly and met Billy's eyes, and the glistening blue of them almost caused the wolf to pounce him then and there. "Hello," he responded simply. "Can I help you?"

Billy's mind considered saying many things, but he had a feeling a little couth might do him good in this case. "No, not really," he said, his voice raised a bit to fight over a new song coming over the loudspeakers, one of which attached to the ceiling almost right above them. "I just saw you from across the room," said Billy, motioning with his head, "and you looked a little lonely over here. I thought you might enjoy some company."

The husky smiled, and Billy could not help but smile back. "Well aren't you thoughtful," he responded, laughing. "Name's Celestine. Please, call me Cel," the husky offered, extending a paw. Billy smiled and took it, shaking firmly. Pleased to feel the firmness of Celestine's grip, the wolf though this very sexy security guard had a soft and light voice, but obviously didn't indulge in femboi behavior like so many Billy had encountered here.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Billy said, as he released the other male's paw and dropped his own to his side. "I imagine working security in this place can get a bit rough at times, all those sexy guys on stage," the wolf offered, trying to find a way to begin conversation without immediately diving into the sky blue husky's tight pants, even with their visible bulge that caused the wolf to grind his teeth in excitement.

Celestine laughed again, and Billy's ears perked as the sound reached them. "Indeed, it does. It's a bit lonely at times. I'm the one who gets to tell everybody no," the husky replied, a playful lilt in his voice. He leaned back into the wall once more, and Billy contemplated whining at the loss of his view.

Billy, despite all of his years in a very conservative household, had never been very good at restraining his desires much. He knew he would fail at doing so with such a beautiful specimen of maleness in front of him. He leaned toward Cel, pressing his chest into the husky's shoulder, and raised a paw to rest on the other male's chest through his shirt. "I hope you don't always say no," he said in a low whisper, his breath playing across the husky's ear just a moment before his tongue slipped from between his lips, coating the shell of it with saliva before sucking the tip into his mouth.

Celestine shivered beneath the taller, stronger wolf. He may have been security, but the husky's build was lithe and full of agility, and his body screamed "yiff me" from miles away. His eyes closed for a moment, and his breathing became deeper and a bit ragged. "Not always," he remarked, the movement of his jaw as he spoke almost like slow motion as Billy watched it out of the corner of his eye.

A moment later Billy, to his surprise, felt the husky's paw on his leather-clad groin, giving his sheath a squeeze through the fabric. He did not hide his surprise well, and the wolf bucked into his male companion's paw, feeling the tip of his arousal creeping from within its confines, only to find resistance against the inside of his pants. "Is that so? Then...is there somewhere I can take you to get you to say yes?" he asked, his own paw wandering down to the husky's stomach, slipping beneath the t-shirt and feeling the flexing, clenching muscles of his stomach.

"Absolutely," responded Celestine, a bit more quickly than Billy had thought. The blue male stood, and Billy did as well, their paws parting each others' bodies. Billy watched as Celestine nodded toward the bartender, evidently signaling his intention to depart for a short while, and then grinned brightly as the husky took his paw and led him through the door - not the outside wall at all - but up a labyrinth of stairs and hallways until they reached a small bedroom.

Billy could not restrain a laugh as they walked into the room. "I never even knew this existed, and I've been coming here for fucking ages," he said, plopping into one of the black leather armchairs. He watched as Celestine walked over to the far wall, covered in windows looking down on the alleyway below, and drew the blinds closed.

Taking a second to survey the room, the wolf would have to admit he was impressed. He smiled as his eyes wandered across the deep hunter green of the wallpaper, the bottom half of it covered with a deep mahogany paneling. The carpeting shone under the soft light as a soft grey, and it melded surprisingly well with the walls. The room also contained a small seating area, of which the armchair he occupied and one other joined with a black leather couch, two small end tables and two lamps, all finished in stainless steel and glass.

"It's not very common knowledge," Celestine said in a low whisper as he wandered back in the direction of the wolf. No sound occupied the space, except for the slightly heavy breathing of the two furs occupying it. Billy found himself surprised how quiet it could be with the loud music downstairs. "So...," offered the husky as he wandered over and, instead of taking another seat, plopped himself down gracefully in the wolf's lap, making a point to grind their thighs together, "...you said something about getting me to stop saying no?" he pondered.

Billy grinned fangishly. His hips rose and he snarled softly at the husky now straddling his lap, reaching out and grabbing him by the thin t-shirt, his claws nearly ripping through it. When their muzzles collided, sparks flew and a heat, like the glow of fireworks, spread through both of them. Their arms wrapped around one another, the husky's around Billy's waist, and the wolf's around Celestine's waist, and their tongues danced and explore one another's mouths as their pressed their chests together, both of them whimpering into one another at the strain of their already hardened nipples and cocks brushing together through their clothes.

The wolf, however, would not be satisfied with that. He made it apparent when, digging his claws into the husky's hips almost painfully, he pushed him away slightly. The look of hurt on the other male's face made Billy laugh, and he stuck out his tongue. "I just want to get our shirts off," he responded playfully, "preferably without destroying them." He proceeded to remove Celestine's first, letting a soft groan of desire become evident as that thin, sinewy upper body came into view. He smiled once the offending cloth disappeared, and then proceeded to unzip the leather covering his own body, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it bunch behind his back.

When their bodies met again, a beautiful comingling of dark fur to light, heated body against heated body, occurred, the lust building between the two of them like fires fed by the driest pieces of wood. When their maws met again, the clashing of their teeth as they ached to fill one another's mouths rang in their ears. Billy's paws wrapped around the husky again, immediately pulling him down against the wolf's arousal in his pants. Cel moaned in response, pressing his own throbbing shaft, fully from its sheath now and exposing its tip from the waist of his low-ride jeans, against Billy's stomach, which clenched. When they parted to breathe, the bare fur of the wolf's stomach glistened with a small dribble of the husky's pre, and it made him emit a carnal snarl at the sky before tugging his lover close once again.

Apparently, however, Billy's missive regarding the protection of their clothing disappeared in his aphrodisia as the scent of Celestine's arousal reached his sensitive nostrils, which flared and caused him to inhale deeply, his chest visibly compressing at the effort. His claws dug into the same between the husky's cheeks, tearing it apart and exposing both the base of his tail and the soft, tight pucker hidden underneath.

Celestine's expression flashed with shock at the sensation of his clothing being torn from his slender body, but he could not object, for moments later the wolf's hot breath played across the fur at the base of his neck, and he tensed instinctively as Billy's teeth dug into his neck. He arched back hard, coating the wolf's stomach with even more pre, crying out in ardent pain and pleasure. When Billy's tongue found the marks left in his throat, he trembled, his pulsing cock spilling from his destroyed pants and becoming trapped between their bodies.

"Claim me. Take me," the husky panted in the wolf's ear, and Billy snarled his agreement to the thought as the blue-furred paws of his inamorato found their way to his groin, tugging loose the snap which dug into the fur of his stomach and pulling down the zip. The dark-furred canine quickly slipped free of the fabric, the lifting of his hips having the dual effect of slipping his leaking length between the husky's cheeks, pressing into the base of his tail, and allowing him the blessed freedom his achingly aroused sheath had been desiring since laying eyes on the other male.

By the time Billy had kicked off the leather slacks which had collected around his ankles, Celestine had already raised himself up, using the strength of every flexing muscle in his thighs to position himself above the wolf's exposed member. The husky's thick blue tail rose as high as possible, and his tail hole presented itself, already lubricated with the wolf's pre.

No hesitating now. Billy placed one paw on the other male's hip, digging his claws into the cheek of his ass. The other strong limb wrapped around Cel's waist and up to the middle of his back. Then, in the blink of an eye, both moved in unison. Pulling both forward and downward, both males let out a combination of salacious sounds from their muzzles as the dark wolf's engorged salmon shaft and leaking tip embedded themselves completely into Celestine's constricting orifice, at the same moment that Billy's tongue invaded his mouth once again.

Clashing teeth and dueling tongues met to the sound of hide against hide as the wolf's sac impacted against the base of his lover's tail. Cel could not restrain his natural reaction to lift himself up, though his knees buckled soon under the pleasure of being taken so fully and completely, and he fell back onto the wolf's thick malehood, piercing his innermost depths with it, crying out against Billy's invading tongue in muffled tones as it pressed against the bundle of nerves deep within him that brought stars to his eyes and a shiver to his very core.

Billy drifted into his own combination of heated sensations, the warmth and sheer squeezing of his pole buried deep within the husky causing his head to fall back on his shoulders, breaking their impassioned kiss as he let out a roar of unbridled need. His tongue lolled from his mouth uselessly, as Celestine began to rise and lower himself on the wolf's telescoping shaft, seeming to grow larger inside him with each lift and drop of his hips. A dark-furred paw dropped from the husky's hip to envelop his substantial length, tinted the same sky blue as his fur. The exoticness of it caused the muscles in Billy's neck to suddenly regain their strength, and his eyes became half-lidded and cloudy as he lifted his eyes and watched himself stroke the other canine, and the husky impale himself on his length.

As the wolf's irises shifted to watch Cel's movements intently, he became quickly aware of the thickening around the base of the husky's shaft. He clutched it with his other paw, teasing his expanding knot with his clawtips before giving it a firm press with his full strength. The resulting erotic wail from the azure male exposed that delectable throat again, and Billy's tongue quickly found its way to the tufts of fur covering its base. He dragged his moist, hot muscle through that tempting coat, dampening it and matting it to the husky's hide. When his fangs brushed against the same area again, he felt Celestine shiver and quake even more, and he obliged the beautiful male by biting down, more tenderly than before, as his free paw wrapped around the other male's waist, talons digging in slightly to his hide, and forcing their bodies together.

The friction created by two hot, lust-soaked furry bodies pressing against one another, combined with the rapid stroking of a wolf's paw over his cock, threatened to send Celestine over the edge then and there, but he held back, wanting to enjoy every moment of the filled sensation that each pound of Billy's hardness into his tail hole created in him. However, when he felt the wolf's own knot begin to form, stretching him wider with each skewering drive deep within him, his body nearly betrayed him and spilled his load across the husky's coat. "I...I...," he panted out weakly, pressing his muzzle into the side of the wolf's assuaging the bite marks on his neck. He could not finish, however, his knot fully formed at the base of his shaft and tensing each time Billy squeezed it. His fur shining almost teal in the low light from the two lamps, Cel bit down on his tongue as his libido pleaded for the wolf to empty his load deep into the husky's ass.

The sexual tension between the two males, and their pending releases, pressed in on them from all sides like a thick blanket. Those moments, like all good things, were due to come to an end: a blissful, earth-shattering, cosmos-creating end. The moment when Billy felt his knot, now fully filled with thick wolf's blood, lock tight into the circle of muscle and tendon of Celestine's cavity, struggling to not tear with the sheer size of it. That signaled the beautiful end. The wolf howled and slammed his hips upward hard enough to send both of their bodies lifting off the chair, almost parallel to the floor, with only his foot paws and his shoulders digging into the plush leather to support both of their weight. Copious volumes of the larger canine's seed erupted from the tip of his cock in heavy, powerful spurts, coating every inch of the husky's insides with it.

The combined pleasures of Billy's sticky, hot cum filling the husky's bowels, as well as his own dick trembling and quivering in the wolf's vice grip with the rush of orgasm, overrode the pain of the bulge of blood vessels at the base of the wolf's cock tying the smaller male. Cel's painfully erect pillar throbbed and ruptured. The first stream of his milky fluid came in a blurred rivulet as it sprayed across the face of the wolf invading him. The second, even more powerful, and timed perfectly against one of Billy's into his own body, sprayed over the larger male's shoulder and landed somewhere on the floor behind him. It disappeared from the memories of both of the wanton canines, crying and wrapping their paws around one another in their shared euphoria as they filled and coated one another with their cream.

When both of their orgasms finally subsided, all that remained to massage their ears was the ragged breathing of one another. They held each other tightly, unconcerned with the minor pin pricks of one another's claws or the inescapable pressure of the chair against their spent forms. Muzzles lying on each other's shoulders, the husky's cum causing their fur to stick together, both clutched each other as if their lives depended on it. Neither wanted to move, but instead, they whispered soft nothings into each others' ears. The combined warmth of fluids and body heat and fur could hold them both over for the entire night. And they were tempted to let it. Unconcerned with anything but the sensations of felicity created by the presence of the other in their grasp, they remained as they were, drenched and dripping in fervor for each other.

It did not matter that they were in a public place, easily discoverable. It did not matter that they were filthy with one another's scents and the intoxicating liquors of their arousal. There were no words they could say to each other that would mean as much as the presence they shared. Nothing mattered, but the sensation of being together and making it last. With the pleasant pressing of their chests together with their synchronous exhales, they fell fast asleep in one another's arms, their minds completely perforated with visions of canine love, desire, heat and passion.

To Be Continued ...