Caged
The music that boomed throughout the club was just what he needed to bring up his spirits. Toshubi took off his black vest, revealing a settled wound, a scar, diagonally across the middle of his back. He felt slightly embarrassed by it, but cared not to think of it. He wanted to unwind.
"You a hero or something?" asked a female voice, soft and gentle over the loud ambiance. Toshubi turned in the female's direction and saw the voice had come from a rather sleek-furred arctic wolf. There didn't seem to be anything special about her appearance; her fur was short and white, her hair was in a nice flip style and her tail looked freshly groomed, soft, and well cared for. Her eyes, however, were unusual for a wolf. Instead of an amber-brown or tinted yellow, her eyes were a magnificent icy, sky blue; she looked stunning.
"I mean, are you in the service or something? I saw your scar. I'm just wondering if there's a story behind it," the wolf asked, speaking softer and more respectful.
"I um," Toshubi stammered, looking at the wolfess from ear to toe. She was tall, but average, and slim. Her curves were distinguished well and her demeanor overall was sweet and caring. "I just... it's just a wound. I'd rather not get into it, really. I-I'm Toshubi."
"Hello, Toshubi," the wolfess smiled, extending a paw. Her paws were petit and her fingers were slender, but not bony. When Toshubi took her paw for a shake, he felt her soft, plush pads, and he began to blush, as did she.
"So, um, I've never been here before. What exactly is this place? I heard music and I figured I needed some uplifting atmosphere, so..."
The wolfess sat on a purple, crush-velvet barstool behind Toshubi and extended her paw to the red one next to her, swishing her soft, white tail, "This is just your run of the mill nightclub and bar. Well, almost. There are dance cages and tables, too," the wolfess blushed, "I dance here from time to time."
"You're a stripper?" Toshubi asked, surprised and nervous. He had never met a stripper before.
"Not exactly. I... well as you can see, a lot of us don't really partake in human-style apparel. I'm just a dancer," the wolfess responded, looking at an approaching bartended, handing her a martini. "I'll have one too, please," said Toshubi.
"It's on me. Hey, you wanna unwind, right?"
"Very much so," Toshubi responded, receiving his drink from the bartender and sipping at it.
She stood from her seat, "Finish up that drink and meet me..." the wolfess said, walking slowly around Toshubi, lightly spinning him by his shoulders on the barstool, and reaching out in front of him, "...back there."
The wolfess pointed to a black curtain that divided the club into two sections: the bar, and something else. His curiosity piqued, he shood his head, feeling her chest, plush and soft, against his big, round ears.
"I can show you a really nice time," the wolfess murred softly, "Then you can really unwind from whatever's bothering you."
"I... I might take you up on that," Toshubi gulped.
The wolfess licked a drop of her martini up the side of her glass, "Good, hehe, I can't wait."
Walking away, the wolfess swayed her hips in a gorgeous, natural manner, her tail swishing behind her, relaxed and calm. When he looked at her backside, his mouth opened slightly.
It's been so long since I've been with anyone. Her fur is so soft, and those eyes... her maw, her tail, oh, God.
The lights in the club flashed to the beat of the music, obstructing Toshubi's vision. The one martini from the wolfess turned into three more, and that was more than he could handle.
He held the walls and easily made his way back to the black curtain, the ambient music transitioning slower to a jazzy-blues type of music.
Passing through the black curtain, he entered a posh, dark lobby, almost matching the nightclub. The walls were the same navy blue brick with black carpeting. The walls were lined with dance cages. Each cage's bars were lit up with many colors, drawing more attention to the ladies inside, who were dancing gracefully and sensually along with the music.
Toshubi stumbled his drunken self further into the dance lobby. He smirked at a rather attractive red vixen dancing for a client, a rather chubby raccoon smoking a Cuban cigar with a most perverse look on his face.
"You like what you see, buddy?" the raccoon asked, his voice deep and rough. Taking a puff of his cigar and blowing out small rings, he continued, "The show after," he chuckled, "that'll be even better!" he burst out laughing and returned his glance to the dancing vixen, "shake that tail, babe! You know daddy likes that!"
Toshubi continued his drunken voyage through the lobby, walking past girls of all species showcasing their amazing figures. None interested him. He wanted the wolfess; he missed the silky fur and entrancing blue eyes.
"Hey, you came!" the familiar voice called.
Toshubi shook his head, clearing his blurry vision a little and could see a rather bright, white figure only a short distance away. As he got closer, he could see it was the wolfess. She stepped into the cage as a new song started; the music turned slower with more bass, like a deep heartbeat. The cage door closed as Toshubi took a seat before the cage, breathing heavily, tired from the seemingly long walk and many drinks.
"It's about time you... came," the wolfess winked, beginning to sway her hips as the music got louder. Soon, her body was a ribbon, swaying in a light breeze, and her hair and tail a luscious white river only to be envied.
My God. That body... it's been too long. She seems really... friendly. Maybe she'll come home with me. Or is that just her job? I've had too much to drink, am I okay?
"You don't look very unwound to me, Hon," the wolfess sighed, almost in pity as she crouched in the cage, remaining in a sensual dance, rubbing her paws through her fur along her curves as she stood slowly, dancing seductively in a circle as her gorgeous tail swirled around her slender, sleek legs.
"I uh, I had too much..." Toshubi hiccupped, "...to drink... and... I ah..." he couldn't take his eyes off her.
The wolfess giggled, "I'm glad you like what you see, Toshi. Can I call you Toshi?"
Toshubi nodded, dazed. "Hehe, good. Let's go to your place after all this icky work is over and done with, hm?" the wolfess winked, her ears slanting back, relaxed.
Toshubi's nose wiggled slightly. The females in the lobby all were releasing such a strong scent - they want to be mated, but it seemed the wolfess had her sights set on Toshubi. He wasn't about to refuse; it had been too long since he felt a woman's touch.
The music was over and the cage door opened. Toshubi's vision began to black out off and on. One minute he would be making the wolfess giggle, and the next he would be touching her lap, her legs, her tail, at one point, her chest. My body isn't screwing this up so far... oh, screw it. Let's go!
Later in the evening, Toshubi and the wolfess rampaged through his front door, laughing like drunken teenagers. The wolfess' laugh was like a silver bell, chiming with sweetness and grace. "So how about another private dance, baby?" Toshubi said, blushing when he realized what had just come from his mouth. "I... I mean... God, I-I'm sorry..."
Toshubi found himself pushed to his back on his tatami mat. His whiskers twitched and his tail wriggled out from beneath him to his side as he watched the wolfess remove his clothing.
"I'll give you a dance that you'll never forget."
The wolfess began a graceful dance, her scent strong and tantalizing. Toshubi felt himself becoming more erect as he watched the wolfess' fur become dampened with arousal. As she danced lower, her entrance lightly touched the tip of his shaft, forcing a small amount of precum to drip onto the wolfess' fur.
Soon, the wolfess had lowered almost completely onto Toshubi's shaft. She placed her paws gently on his chest and leaned forward, kissing him gently and slipping his shaft inside of her, sighing in pleasure as she felt her body being filled.
Toshubi gazed, tipsy, at the lusty wolfess making love to him. He felt nothing but a warm pleasure course through his entire body, and his heart beat faster.
The wolfess rode him faster, moaning and murring loudly with each small thrust he made, her arousal dampening both their fur. She rode faster, harder, and placed his hands on her breasts as she tipped her head back and released a most gorgeous howl of pleasure.
"I'm going to come! You're so... mmgh!"
"God... m-me too. I... I need to pull out..."
"No!" the wolfess panted, "Mmm... stay... I want it inside me. Come inside me!"
"God... that's... Oh... I'm going...to...!"
They climaxed at the same time. Her howl filled the room and Toshubi's seed spilled out of the wolfess' entrance, onto her fur. The wolfess smiled, licking her maw as she leaned down and licked up the excess seed from his belly.
Toshubi's arms spread out to the side as she tipped his head back onto his pillow, the wolfess laying next to him, swishing her tail from side to side across her legs.
The wolfess snuggled close to Toshubi, "Toshi, that felt... so... hehe. That was amazing." Soon, her voice started to fade out. The sudden arousal, the drinks, the memories of the bright lights of the club, they all echoed and replayed in his head, and so did the memory of how he had obtained the slash so deeply in his back.
"Toshi?" the wolfess' voice echoed, sounding distant, "Toshi, are you okay?"
Toshubi opened his eyes and looked at the window. The sun was up and a light, soothing breeze came through the window. He sat up to stand from his tatami mat, only to turn and fall to the floor.
Since when did I have a bed? I sleep on a tatami... how in the... what the hell?
He stood up and looked around. His bedroom was different. The walls were the same, the window frame, the shutters, the wood floor, it was truly his room, but the furniture was not his.
Maybe a gift from that wolfess?
Toshubi scrambled out of his bedroom, putting his clothes on as he left, stepping into his kitchen and living room. Again, the walls were the same, the floors and overall foundation were the very same, but the usual hand-woven carpets were now shag carpeting. The wall art were once scrolls and family portraits, but now they're abstract pieces and framed puzzles. The furniture was no longer wicker and hand-crafted, but leather and posh, expensive chairs and loveseats.
Toshubi's heart started racing as he ran outside his house. It looked the very same. It was indeed Toshubi's same rustic, simple shack of a home-sweet-home, but the inside... nothing was his.
There was a telephone inside. Though he lived a simpler, more traditional lifestyle, he knew how to use one. He immediately dialed for the police.
A familiar, low, rough voice answered his call, "Hello, police department."
Toshubi held his face in his available hand, "I uh... I'm... pretty sure I got robbed or... something."
"What do you mean, sir?" "Well um... my house. It was... well, robbed?"
"Uhh, well all our units are on a case, so I'll come see personally and I'll help ya figure this out, a'ight buddy?"
"Y-yes, thank you officer."
After moments of confusion, panic, and no recollection of ever moving or even buying any furniture, he heard a doorbell. I don't... have a doorbell. Toshubi answered the door; a chubby raccoon with a deep voice put out a Cuban cigar on the doorstep. Toshubi panicked, "Thank God you're here... I just... I don't know what happened."
The police chief stepped inside of the house, "Nice place you got here. Outside could use some work."
"N-no. It's not that. All this stuff? This isn't mine, but the house is."
"Relationship problems? That's something you contact a court about, not the cops, haha!"
"No! No I'm not married and I'm not seeing anyone. I just..." Toshubi held his head in his hands, "I... ah, I went out... last night to unwind, let go, and I met this cage dancer... and... and you were there and I got a little... drunk or something, came home, the dancer and I..."
"I was... sir, my wife would have my tail on her mantle if I went into some boobie-bar!" the raccoon chuckled. "Uh... I'm... gonna have to ask you some questions," he said, looking into Toshubi's eyes with a small flashlight. "You been drinkin' or smoking anything before I got here, sir?"
"What? No... I'm telling you... all my furniture is gone. This isn't my house! I mean it is, but the inside..."
The raccoon shook his head and stepped outside, "I think you need a nice rest and maybe a doctor's appointment, buddy."
"No, I mean it! Just last night, she was even here."
"Who was here, sir?"
"The wolfess... she has white fur and really... really gorgeous blue eyes. She works at... at.... Uh... it's down the street there, the nightclub..."
"That place? Aha then. I'll ask her - what's her name?" The raccoon pulled a notepad from his back pocket and a pen from his shirt pocket. "If she stole anything from you, we can have her arrested then, okay?"
"No, no... I don't think she stole anything specifically... she's just... she was just here is all."
"Then we'll just ask her a few questions, so who are we getting answers from?" The raccoon prepared to write.
"The trouble is... I never asked for her name."