Dream Come True
Lights of various colors came down in rays over the people dancing, loud generic techno music playing. This was a dance club, but not exactly a normal one. It was specifically for people who wanted to become something different for a short time. To get away from the problems of reality, the boring and bleak tragedy known as normal. This was strange, new, exciting.
Max opened the doors of the entrance and walked in. The man had medium-length black hair, blue eyes and all-black clothing, leather jacket included. Hey, he just liked how the color looks. Looking around, he saw the usual: people dancing, rubbing against each other in their erotic and hypnotizing movements. About half of the people were in their usual suits.
Sitting down at the bar, Max slapped his hand down on the table, getting the bartender's attention. A 'tiger' turned around, wordlessly showing off the assortment of bottles behind himself with a motion of his hands. It was strange how most people didn't talk while inside those costumes, Max preferred it when they did. In a mock-like mimic, the black-clothed man pointed to a bottle and flapped his lips with no words coming out. The tiger grabbed it with enthusiasm, twirled the bottle in his hands expertly and poured a shotglass, handing it over for an exchange of currency.
After gulping the shot down, Max got up from his seat and turned to the main attraction: the dance floor. It swayed like ocean waves, the sight was almost beautiful. Max drifted in, blending in the crowd. Soon, the man felt a hands grab both of his hips and the body heat of someone grinding against him in a musical kind of rhythm. Not even looking back to see who it was, Max grinded back all the same. With a short twirl, he ended up in the stranger's arms, looking up to his face.
It was a person in suit, a black wolf outfit. Green eyes stared down at Max, sharp white fangs showing from a devilish grin and sharp claws scratched him gently in their grasp. It was hard to tell in the rave lighting, as it's not really for seeing things in, but it looked like well-made. Suddenly, the man felt a hot lick over his face, coming directly from the wolf's mouth, and it grinned even more.
"Come on," the wolf mouthed, the music too loud to speak in and be heard. Without letting go of each other, Max followed the wolf while holding his hand.
As they walked next to the bar area, the black wolf waved to the tiger, who simply nodded. There was a door with an "Do Not Enter â€" Employees Only" sign hanging on it. 'I guess he must work here...' The wolf opened the door and in they went.
Inside, it was basically an apartment. Red carpet that looked perfectly clean, variously colored furniture, a glass table in the living room and all kinds of framed pictures hanging on the walls. It was very nice.
The two of them ended up in the bedroom, with the wolf playfully pushing the young man on the bed. Max fell and gasped in surprise, but laughed after he realized he was fine. Then, the wolf laid on top of him on the bed, grinning down at him like before.
It was now that Max noticed how great the wolf suit was. It didn't even look like a suit, it had no obvious flaws. The fur was perfect on the body, the lips shined from moisture, the eyes were perfectly aligned in the sockets and somehow even had moving eyelids. It was almost real. The fangs and gums looked wet from saliva, too. And then the man froze as a thought crossed his mind.
Max reached up slowly, the wolf making no reaction to the human fingertips brushing over his lips and fangs. It really was wet.
"Wait," he spoke, a chill going down his back. It showed in his face. "How do you smile inside of that? If it's some kind of robotic mask, why is it wet? It's just so real, whoever made that thing is brilliant."
Without replying, the black canine presses his lips against the weaker, submissive, feminine male. At first, Max tried to pull free, but he realized now how toned the muscles looked on the wolf. The strength that was visible on the suit matched the power of the wearer.
The lips were so flesh-like, and the tongue was unlike a humans. It was longer, not as wide, but could go in much deeper. Max felt the wolf tongue go into his throat, making him moan loudly and thrust hard against the furry body on top of him through his clothes. He swallowed over the tongue, trying to pull it in as deeply as it would go until the kiss was broken.
How was the kiss so real inside that suit?
Quickly, the black-furred creature took his clothes off, tossing them aside and almost tore Max's pants off, a look of desperation and hunger on the wolf's face. The sounds of fabric being torn was heard until both of them were naked.
Grabbing both of their cocks in one hand, the furry male jerked them off and grinded their sacs together. Looking down, he could see the dog-like penis. It was what you would expect, knot included.
"Oh my God," Max muttered, the cold chill coming back. "This isn't a suit, is it?"
A laugh came out of the wolf's mouth, his throat and stomach moving realistically with the air and sounds. After he stopped laughing, the canine slowly edged his face to Max's ear, licking it.
He whispered, "No." A bit of a pause was given for the shock to take effect before he continued. "This place, this fandom. It's the only place in the world where I can secretly come and be myself. No one would ever believe what a furry would say, so I'll never get ratted out to the government for experiments or anything. I love it here."
In a swift movement, the wolf now crouched over Max's face, smothering his package over the young human's face. It was all so much that for a long moment, he just laid there, looking up at the whole thing, his brain still needing time to process all this. 'This... is the best thing ever.' Max opened his mouth, inhaling in the solid seven-and-a-half inches of wolf dick, not including the knot. Instead, he slid his tongue over it, lapping while a hand reached up to caress the very nicely-sized black furry balls. The canine moaned, bucking his hips hard against the human mouth, not wasting any time to start up a rhythm. It went on until Max's lips were numb.
"How many times in anyone's life would they get a chance to fuck a real wolf?" Max asked with a playful smile, turning over onto his stomach.
The wolf opened a drawer next to the bed, grabbing a bottle of lube and coating his cock in the goo. He then squeezed out a generous amount onto the smooth human rump, spreading the substance around by rubbing his cock over it.
Max could feel pressure build up against his rear, making him dig his fingernails into the bedsheets and squeal in pleasure. As the intensity of it grew, the human bit his bottom lip until it finally happened. The wolf sunk in, both of them moaning in unison, although Max's more closely resembled the pain of adjustment.
The wolf would push in only a little before waiting for Max to adjust. Once he could feel him loosen up, he would press in more, and continue to do so until his knot pressed against the smooth fleshy ass in front of him. He pulled out slowly, and then rammed himself back in. It came as a surprise to Max, who arched his back and howled at the ceiling.
"You howled?" the wolf asked himself out loud, finding it humorous.
Turning his head over his shoulder, Max moaned as his reply. Taking it as good news, the wolf kept thrusting, faster and harder. Each hump pushed his knot in slightly more, spreading Max's lips wider. Then, the human suddenly slammed himself back against the black furry's hips, knotting them together. It completely sent the furless male over his edge, spraying thick white strings of hot cum all over his chest, chin and some falling from the air and audibly smacking on the sheets. It was such a hard orgasm that each jet even could be heard squeezing out. The wolf didn't finish at the same precise moment, though. Instead, he had to give about half a minute's worth of a series of short and rapid thrusts while still locked in before the canine seed unloaded, the warmth of the cum spreading over Max's entire body.
They collapsed together, holding each other in arms, staring into one another's eyes. Neither of them wanted this to be the end of it. Maybe they'll see each other again on another dance night and get to have more wild times.
Don't let it end here.
Don't let it end like this.
So, I wrote a small little short thing here. It's the first thing I've finished in awhile. I've honestly grown... I don't know, displeased with writing? I feel incredibly unmotivated. I just wanted to explain myself to anyone who was wondering why I hardly post anymore. I even had more ideas on how to continue this particular story into quite the long tale of a quest, and dozens of more ideas, but I guess it's hard for me.