Consequences
The feeling of sticking out in a crowd was hard to shake off, and at the moment Mia felt she was sticking out quite a bit. The fox girl had arrived at the crowded, derelict warehouse on the urging of her friend. A companion that was, currently, completely missing in action after finding some suitable male company to dance all night at the 'outlaw' rave. In truth the place was so packed the lithe teenager wasn't really being overly noticed, but the feeling of being too young, and too inexperienced, just lingered with the teenager as she wove through the forest of dayglo-garbed revelers, their neon colors lighting up the darkness of the warehouse.
It didn't take long before the red-haired fox had the overwhelming desire to escape the chaos of the packed room. Looking around Mia nervously began rubbing her arm, finally finding a semi empty corner. She stood there, uncomfortable, noticing a group of felines clearly out of their mind of some happy substance as they gave each other backrubs while twirling glow sticks wove rhythmically before glazed eyes, controlled by the deft paws of a mouse. She felt odd watching, but the group didn't seem to mind, or even notice the fox looking down at them from only a few feet away.
One male did notice Mia, however. A canine that was far too old to have his eyes on a girl that age, as he approached from the side. Roughly in his mid to late twenties, the Doberman had been organizing and attending these 'secret' parties for many years now. Combined with a friendly smile his demeanor was easy going, just out to have fun whenever possible. That 'whenever possible', typically, meant most nights. Dressed only in a pair of loose jeans hanging down one side of his waist, the heat of the club making a shirt unnecessary. The male undoubtedly one who hit the gym every day, muscles prominent enough they gave fantastic definition even under his chocolate fur.
"You don't seem to be having fun." The canine boldly placing his muzzle against her ear, since shouting over the music was never much fun.
The girl jumped for a moment, having only noticed the big male a moment or two before he closed the distance, too intently focused on the group at her side.
"U-um..." She stuttered, finally getting a good look at the handsome male and swallowing heavily. He was quite a bit older than her, and that fact alone made Mia want to stop that silly stuttering. "Just never.. J-Just never been to..." Her attempts at acting only making her nervousness only more apparent, shaking a bit as she felt herself press against his bare chest to go on the tips of her footpaws to talk in his ear.
"Don't worry about it. The name's Damien." The Doberman's easygoing nature coming through even with all the hustle around them, the padding of his paw finding her arm in a friendly manner, keeping her close enough they could converse without screaming.
He did most of the talking, about various DJs that were spinning tonight, about how this place was all about peace and love. The latter being the typical bullshit line that worked for so long. It didn't take the fox long to relax and start laughing at his jokes, wanting to impress the older male. A little harmless flirting wouldn't matter, Mia thought. Her boyfriend would never find out, and anyway it's not like she planned to do anything with the canine.
"If you like UK garage I have some tracks I can give you." The casualness of the way he pulled a baggy from his pocket was remarkable to the girl. With the ease as someone pulling out a pack of gum. The small plastic bag contained about a half dozen brilliantly-hued blue pills, two of which he pulled out with a claw and popped into his muzzle, taking a water bottle from an oversized pocket and swallowing them.
"Oh." The Doberman put on a virtuoso performance of being embarrassed for a moment, "Rude of me, I didn't offer you any. These are the best you've ever had." Guessing she had never, ever taken drug before. Likely stole a sip of wine from a parent and felt guilty about it afterwards. He could sniff these girls out.
"I..." She swallowed again, not wanting to seem immature around the older male, "Um. Sure. I'll have a couple."
Catching two of the pills in deftly his claw, the Doberman brought them up to her nose. Tentatively she opened her muzzle, letting the taller male drop them on her tongue. The bitter taste making her muzzle scrunch up, the provided bottle of water making swallowing the foul-tasting, chalky pills easier.
"Ever chew 'em?" He asked, pocketing the baggy again.
"No..." The fox's words were softer now, unable to believe what she had just done, taking another sip of the water to occupy her mind.
That feeling of dread would last a full fifteen minutes as the Doberman kept her busy with small talk, making sure the teen girl stayed with him. At the thirty minute mark she was feeling quite good, realizing just how wonderful his touch felt as it massaged the silken smooth fur along her arm. Then having to take a another moment to fully comprehend that the canine's paw was softly rubbing along the exposed bit of waist shown off by her modest belly shirt. It didn't take long before Mia was melting in his arms as he kneading his knuckles against her fur, the sensation unlike anything the young girl had ever felt.
"I..." She smiled, looking up at him, "I need to sit down, I think. Is that okay? Please let that be okay..."
The canine smirked in reply, nodding. Such a fantastic drug, he thought to himself. This girl didn't want to do anything to displease the older, attractive male. Damien led her to some ratty chairs against the wall, sitting down and bringing the fox in his lap. Her skirt pulling up to expose much of her youthful thigh, something that was unnoticed by the girl.
"My parents would kill me if they saw me right now." Mia said with an impish grin, playfully running her digits through the coarse, exposed fur of his chest, having never felt a male with such a mature, powerful body. "They think foxes are too special to be around other species."
"Well." He remarked, brushing knuckles along the outside of her thigh as she squirmed in delight. "I guess they will never have to find out."
With a giggle she wrapped her arms around his neck, suddenly kissing the Doberman full on the muzzle. The fox's ears drooped back after a moment, breaking the embrace.
"I shouldn't. I have a boyfriend..." She mumbled, apparently not realizing her paws were fully on his muscular chest, rubbing the coarser canine fur with her delicate paw padding. "A nice fox boy my parents insisted I date." So open and honest at this moment, just letting everything flow out in a vocalized stream of consciousness. "He's nice... but, I don't know..."
The older male smiled down at her, kissing the girl again. Partly in the enjoyment of simply shoving his tongue down the little teenager's muzzle, and partly to just shut her up. She cooed in contentment, gripping his chest as the kiss broke.
Repositioning the girl, he had her straddle his body, her skirt pulling up enough to see the girl's modest, pink panties underneath. The fox's paws drifting across his abdomen, absolutely lost in the joy of having contact with the forbidden species. And a dog breed, no less! So naughty of her, Mia thought giddily.
Unceremoniously he took her paws, placing them against the bulge of his sheath. It didn't take long before the girl began to fumble, realizing what had just happened. The Doberman gave a masculine groan that caused her ears to perk, feeling a rush of happiness that she made him feel good. She loved him, she was convinced at of that at this moment. It had to be love at first sight, having never felt such strong emotions for anyone before this.
The false sense of adoring flooded her mind as the drug only took her to greater heights of unawareness. Not noticing that, in the busy warehouse, she was suddenly getting more and more attention from others nearby as time went on. Her muzzle pressing against his neck, giving sensual kisses as her small paws fumbled with the button of his jeans, reaching inside to grip that growing bit of canine flesh. So much heavier than her boyfriend's, thick enough she couldn't wrap her padding around it entirely.
Mia wanted him to feel good, wanted to show him how much she cared about him. Pulling that dog cock out she stared down at it, top of her head pressed against his chest to gaze down at the male's length as she began to stroke the Doberman, rewarded with groans from the male. She loved the feel of it, the shape of the length. How forbidden it was. The musk of the Doberman made her feel even more woozy, though in a good way.
Damien, still party in right mind, was busy multitasking as she stared down at his cock in such a fascinated way. His paws deftly rolling a twenty dollar bill into a small tube on her back, sticking one end into a baggy filled with off-colored crystal powder.
"Here." Getting her attention he lifted her muzzle enough to carefully place the rolled twenty into her nostril, blocking the other one with his thumb. "Sniff."
She did so without thinking twice, and instantly her head rolled back, long reddish locks cascading down behind her. If not for the pain reducing byproduct of the ecstasy she wouldn't have reacted nearly as well. Instead, however, the fox just giggled as she felt the ill-tasting sensation roll down the back of her throat.
The Ketamine, or 'K', didn't take long to effect the inexperienced girl. Her eyes focused on his muzzle, using her free paw to stroke his face in the most loving, drugged manner possible.
"You're so handsome." She murmured, leisurely stroking his length below, feeling the pre soak the soft fur of her paw.
"And you're very beautiful." The canine replied with a false smile, already sliding her closer, his claw hooking the fabric of her panties to pull aside. The moment his cock tip sawed against her slit the girl moaned, back arching as her body leaned backwards. Her youthful desire making the act of sliding his fat length in easier than it would normally be
Damien was quite a bit thicker than her boyfriend, and anyway she had only done this a couple of times before. But, remarkably, she didn't feel any pain. They were meant to be together, her mind raced, and that why this act was painless. She didn't even care they were still in a warehouse, or realize that a crowd was now gathered. As that dog cock slid inside her, the only thing she thought was how this 'lesser' breed stretched her so wonderfully.
"She's in heat!" Someone laughed nearby, the red light of his phone indicating there was recording going on. Much recording, actually, the gathered crowd now looking like a group of crimson will-o-wisps with all the devices documenting their carnal act.
The Doberman smirked, but didn't reply, his 'lover' now completely out of her mind as she leaned all the way back between his legs, now looking at the crowd while upside-down, not event able to comprehend faces or figures. The fox just moaned delightfully as the male gripped her hips to pound into her, controlling her body, using her to slam up against him.
It felt so right, not caring at all that she had just began her heat, and if the male released inside her then she would surely be pregnant. None of that mattered right now. Her only thoughts were on sharing this wonderfully passionate and romantic moment with the love of her life. Wondering if it would feel this breathtaking every time they were together.
"Fuck her!" Another shouted out, and then another. Soon becoming am obscene chant as the lithe fox's breasts were heaving under her tight belly shirt, her paws beginning to rub and massage all along her stretched body as she hung there, unknowingly providing one of the best shows the crowd had ever seen.
"So fucking tight..." The Doberman grunted, slamming her velvet insides back against him, grinding her down as his seed poured deep inside her body in heavy throbbing of his shaft. The fox's eyes opened wide, pupils dilated fully in the awe-inspiring pleasure that caused her to jerk upwards, arms wrapping around his neck to cling on the male's shoulders, climaxing hard around the flesh imbedded so deeply inside her body, milking that 'filthy' dog cock for everything it was worth, seeding herself with her parent's nightmare.
The knot that filled her was quite a bit thicker than her boyfriends, causing her to wiggle in his lap at how snug it felt. Mia felt so loved, so protected against the strong body of his older male, scenting his musk in contentment.
"I love you." She whispered against his ear, then gradually going into a trance-like state as her eyes focused on a glow stick hanging from someone's jeans. Seems she snorted a bit too much of that wonderful powder, now lost in her own world.
"Come on, Damien." A husky spoke out from the front of the crowd, "You gonna share this one or not?"
Laughing, the Doberman lifted her tail and pulled her panties down enough to show off that nice puckered entrance of the slut to the crowd.
"I'm tied to his cunt for the next half hour. I'm not having your fucking cum dripping on me. Get a video, and go jerk off later. " The offer was immediately taken up by the majority of the phone-wielders, getting up nice and close and getting a good shot of her exposed ass and stretched cunt. "If she comes back next week feel free to have a go at her. She's a bit skinny for my tastes."
Mia knew he was talking, but couldn't comprehend a word of it. It must have been loving sentiments, though. About how much he adored her, and how they would always be together. Escape the prison of her conservative parents and go live in the city together, making love like in the movies and having a family. The start of that family, she knew, was already beginning in her womb. How wonderful her life was going to be from now on.