The Big City
Raknar grumbled quietly while getting dressed, Zevery had insisted that he need to wear clothes when in the city, something to do with making the humans feel uncomfortable. He'd never really been a city-dweller, preferring the wide open spaces of the countryside but she was so excited about the chance to take him into the city that he'd had to relent. She was off in her room, chattering away to someone on the phone while she readied herself. He wondered if he'd have to wear something on his feet, he didn't own any shoes and he didn't think any of the others would have something that might fit over his talons. He sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for Zevery to finish getting ready.
It wasn't long before the talking stopped and she came bounding in through his door. She was dressed to kill, a tight, low-cut, white tank-top hugged her breasts, stopping just short of her flawless midriff. The small mounds made by her nipples poking into the thin fabric made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes drifted downwards to the black leather miniskirt, which only barely covered her, in fact, Raknar could see the bottom of her shapely ass peeking out from under the edge. She was wearing black high-heels that brought her up to the same hight as him, making her legs look longer and incredibly sexy. Raknar had never thought someone could look so good in clothing until now. She had a look of pure happiness on her face, that was until she saw what he was wearing.
She looked horrified at his clothing, exclaiming "oh my god! You can't go out wearing that!"
He gestured to his white cotton pants, his matching poncho billowing as he did so. "These are the only clothes I own" he sighed, he disliked wearing them at all. They crushed his feathers down and made flying next to impossible.
She smiled, and rushed back out the door, calling out to him "get those things off, I'll find something much better for you." He could hear her rummaging about in some other the other bedrooms, accompanied by the occasional cry of protest or good natured laugh. He was back standing the way nature had intended when she re-entered, carrying a huge pile of clothing.
She tossed it onto his bed and handed him a pair of leather pants with an excited "here, try these on." He did try, but they were too tight to even get his legs into, falling over in the process. He handed they back and she sighed, "hmm... pity," before handing him the next pair to try on.
Several failed attempts later, they settled on a pair of black jeans. Raknar thought that they were too tight, his sheath making a embarrassingly noticeable bulge in the front of them. But Zevery insisted that the made his bum look good so he kept them on, besides, he knew nothing about clothes compared to her. His tail feathers hung out over the back, forcing the waist of the jeans down quite low.
She nodded appreciatively before returning to the pile. "Right, now for a shirt!" She exclaimed, digging through the pile and passing him things to try. Most of them either didn't fit around his broad chest, or were far too long on in the body. She finally settled on a white singlet for him, his flight muscles strained against it, but it did keep his wings free, which he was grateful for. With him in the singlet and jeans, and her in the tank-top and mini they were almost a matched pair. If she looked like she wanted to be molested, he looked like someone who would.
She pulled him though the living room on the way to her car, the guys and girls wolf-whisting and calling out as they passed. As much of it was directed at him as it was at her, making him blush and giggle. He was glad when they finally made it to her car, clambering into the passenger seat to escape from the stares of the others. Raknar in clothes was as unusual to them as it was to him.
Zevery started the car, revving its newly rebuilt engine before peeling out and down the driveway as fast as the gravel would allow. She eased off on the throttle once they gained the main road, traveling only slightly above the speed limit as the made their way towards the city. Raknar sat back, enjoying the ride, he had traveled with her before and knew she could handle the car well. As she threaded her way though the maze of buildings in the city, his usually infallible sense of direction became hopelessly confused. Zevery however knew exactly where she was going, pulling up outside a concrete walled factory in the abandoned industrial zone. She locked the car behind them and, taking Raknar's hand in her paw, led him towards a heavy steel door. He could feel the ground vibrate under his feet with a strange pulsing beat that got stronger as they approached the building. She knocked on the door and an unseen hand swung it open. As she led him down a black tunnel, Raknar could feel the pulsing getting louder until it was almost deafening. Reaching the door at the far end of the passage, Zevery pulled it open and they stepped into the cavernous space beyond.
The room was filled with sound and light and movement, a heaving mass of bodies writhed and gyrated in front of the largest speakers Raknar had ever seen. The crowd of all kinds of furries, and even a few humans moved to the music laid out by the lithe feline who was DJ'ing up the front. Someone who Zevery obviously knew handed her some kind of drink, she gulped half of it down and handed the rest to Raknar, the Fur who gave it to her looked dismayed that Raknar was with her and disappeared back towards the crowded bar. Raknar's throat burned pleasantly as he swallowed the strong spirits, he could taste lemon and something else that he didn't quite recognize but he felt instantly more relaxed but also strangely hyped up.
Zevery was already making her way out onto the dance floor, so he followed, threading his way through between the mass of bodies. He caught up to her, but found the only way to stay with her in the crush was to press right up against her. He slotted in behind her, putting his hands on her swaying hips, moving his body in time with hers. He found his body kept to the beat of the music of it's own accord, twisting and swaying in any direction it wanted, as long as it kept him firmly pressed against her.
He began to feel strangely lightheaded and aroused, whether it was because of the music, or the dancing, or her, or even whatever had been in that drink,he was soon beyond caring. All that mattered was the sensations. the bass moving him to his core. Her flesh pressing against his raging hard-on, which was wrapped uncomfortably around his hip. She must have felt its presence, because she turned, pressing her chest into his, grinding their crotches together. He wrapped his wings around her, firmly grabbing her leather covered ass in his hands.
Together they swayed and gyrated, immersed in the primal rhythm of their own bodies. They were alone amongst the sweating, dancing crowd. Time lost all meaning as they remained locked in their own private orgy of motion and heat and rhythm.
At some point forgotten in their wild embrace, she had slipped her paw into his jeans to stroke his rock-hard cock. His own hand had made a similar incursion under her mini-skirt to lightly stimulate her already wet silt. In a move that surprised him even through the haze of sound and lights and warmth that clouded his mind, she undid his zipper and freed his straining erection.
They were pressed together so closely that no one could have seen what was going on, and even if they had seen, Raknar and Zevery were not the only couple on the dance floor behaving like this, the sexual tension in the room could have been cut with a butter-knife.
Zevery was using his cock to rub at her outer lips, teasing herself with it while Raknar licked and nibbled at her ear. Someone bumped him from behind and he found himself half buried in her hot snatch. Before she even realized it, she was bucking her hips, trying to get as much of his hard shaft inside her as she could. With bodies packed so closely around them, she soon found she could only get a small amount of what she so desperately desired.
Stepping back slightly, she eased Raknar's throbbing meat out and tucked it back inside his jeans. It barely fit, the head was peeking over the waistband, glistening with her juices. They weaved through to a open doorway. They found themselves in a toilet, a male raccoon was bent over a hand basin with a stallion behind him sunk to the hilt. The first cubicle they passed had an young vulpine couple in it, having a bit of what they themselves were after. Zevery pushed him into the first empty cubicle, slamming the door behind them.
Raknar found himself sitting on the toilet lid with Zevery working on freeing him from the tight jeans. As soon as they gave way before her paws, her hot little tongue was all over his cock, bringing ecstasy to wherever it touched.
She took it into her beak, sucking hard, licking and swirling her tongue around the head, trying to coax out his creamy seed. Raknar groaned as she sucked like a thing possessed. He found he couldn't control himself at all, shooting hot jizz down her throat in huge spurts. She swallowed franticly to keep up with it, licking up any that tried to escape her maw.
His head was still buzzing when she straddled him, impaling herself on his still hard cock. He expected it to soften quickly after an orgasm as powerful as that one, but it stayed rock-steady, whether because of his arousal or something else he didn't really care.
They were both all grunts and moans as she thrust her hips in time to the frantic beat that blared through the door and walls. It set the rhythm of their wild lovemaking, fast and hard. She must have been as turned on as him, because it wasn't long before she began crying out, her body stiffening and writing as the waves of pleasure radiated through her.
He wasn't even close yet, so he lifted them up, slamming her back into the cubicle door, it groaned under impact but held as he pounded into her still orgasming wetness. Her legs wrapped around behind him as he began to pull out slightly,preventing him from withdrawing too far. Thrusting back into her, she cried out in pleasure, digging her claws into his back, tearing holes in his singlet and breaking the skin beneath.
In his lust he didn't notice, all that mattered was prolonging her ecstasy and drawing closer to his own impending orgasm. One of her breasts had come free of her top, so he bent his head to lick the hard nipple, biting down on it softly.
He lost himself in his feral lust, pumping into her sopping, clenching cunt with wild abandon. His prick swelled in anticipation of the inevitable release, the increase in friction driving them both to new heights of pleasure. After what seemed like forever in their fevered minds, he burst, flooding deep inside her with a deluge of viscous come. Raknar grunted with each pulse, his mind empty save for the blissful release. Zevery rested her head on his shoulder, panting and moaning under the onslaught, still firmly attached to him by legs and claws, their mixed fluids leaking out between them.
When their breathing slowed, he eased her down and they made their way back out. The stallion and raccoon were gone, and the vulpine couple had been replaced by a she-wolf, a rather large male bear, and a male human, attempting something that looked both incredibly pleasurable and at the same time, incredibly uncomfortable for the canine. As they passed the bar, it must have been blatantly obvious what they had been doing, the back of his top in tatters and her thighs slick with their combined juices. Raknar saw the fur who had given Zevery the drink, and waved in thanks to him, she might have also waved had her paws not been in Raknar's pockets, playing with his still surprisingly hard cock. As they walked back down the tunnel and to her car, she bent up to whisper in his ear "see? I told you the city could be fun."