Sex on a Dance Floor
Warning: this story contains sexual acts between anthropomorphized male animals. If that isn't your fancy or you aren't legal to access such material, don't read it.
This story is a slightly edited repost. I am the original author, and I have not stolen it. I apologize for any annoyance caused by this fact.
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"Man, I'm not in the mood. I just wanna get home and work on that essay."
"There's nothing more depressing than a sad rabbit. If you keep up at this rate, I'll end up sobbing in a corner at our next study group."
"I'm not ready to go out clubbing again. Or at least not yet; I mean, we were together for three years..."
"Shut up! No talking about Rob for tonight. It'll frighten all the boys away."
"Can't I just go home?"
"No!" the ferret snapped, rounding on his friend. "Honestly, I can't stand you when you're like this! I mean, you think nobody notices you sighing over his picture during Canadian Litt?"
"You noticed that!?" the rabbit yelped, his eyes going wide. "I- I though I was being quiet."
"Dude, it's three hours of a conceited old guy talking about English ladies complaining over how cold Canada is in their journals. People's attentions wander, and you aren't the subtlest little bunny in the world."
"Well, I can't help it, I mean... three years..."
"Shut up! We're almost there, so you might as well just come anyways." The ferret pointed down the streetlight-illuminated sidewalk, to an unassuming door. There was no line up outside, but even from there they could dimly hear the sound of muffled music.
The rabbit stared at the door in trepidation; it was clear that he was thinking about it. Knowing that it was his only chance, the ferret used the one tool he still had at his disposal: guilt.
"Come on, Dev," he pleaded, laying a paw on his friend's white-furred shoulder. "I spent a lot of money to get tickets to this show."
"There's a live band?" Dev asked, showing interest despite himself.
"Yeah, there are a couple playing tonight. Some local guys opening, and then a pretty big group from Vancouver later on. I know that you hate techno and house stuff, so I figured I'd bring you on a live night."
The rabbit sighed, tilting his head back to the sky. "Fine. But you have to promise me that if I want to go home at any point, you won't try to stop me, Connor."
A wide grin crossed the ferret's muzzle, showing all of his teeth. "You won't regret it."
The pair walked along to the door, passing in and out of the streetlamps' light. Dev shoved his paws into his baggy green pants, glancing around the street. It was warm enough out that his fur alone would have been comfortable. As usual, he had his ears bent back against his head so as to not attract attention. A tight white muscle shirt, showing off his runner's physique, almost blended into his pure white fur.
The quiet rabbit was quite a contrast from his outgoing friend. All of Connor's clothing was tight, and the outlines of what little his shorts and tank top covered were all too clear.
When they reached the door, Connor gave a sharp rap on it, and waited. A moment later, it swung partially inward, revealing a gruff-looking bear on the other side.
"Can I help you?" the bear asked, his voice so low it was almost growling.
In response, Connor simply held out a pair of tickets. The bear grabbed them, and inspected them carefully. Finally, he gave a slight nod.
"Enjoy your night," he said, stepping back and letting the two in. Connor barely looked at him as he walked by, but Dev couldn't help stealing a glance at the towering fur.
To Dev's surprise, the bear was sizing him up, staring at him with a certain hunger in his eyes. He gave the bunny a wink, and said, "Save a dance for me."
Dev almost stumbled in surprise. He turned his head sharply away from the bear, and jogged to catch up with his friend. As they walked down the long, grubby hallway, the rabbit managed to gasp out a question.
"What kind of club is this?"
"Oh, heh," Connor glanced back, a disconcerting grin on his face. "'Bout that. Uh, I know you love dancing, so I guess you could call this a dance club."
"Most clubs with dancing don't involve a huge bouncer, unmarked buildings, and long empty hallways to get to them," the rabbit pressed, glancing around. They went around a corner, and began descending a long staircase. About them, the music they'd heard on the street was growing gradually louder.
"Uh, well, I was gonna make it a surprise until we got into the actual club," Connor shrugged, glancing nervously back and up at the rabbit. "Have you heard of that underground club called Sex on a Dance Floor?"
The rabbit stopped in his tracks, his legs seizing up as his paw shot forward to clamp around his friend's arm. For a moment, he simply stood there, staring at the ferret on the staircase. His mouth was moving, but no sound escaped it. Finally, he took a deep breath, and seemed to get his composure back together.
"Excuse me?" Dev demanded.
"You must have heard the rumours," Connor said, mistaking the meaning of the rabbit's words. "Sex on a Dance Floor, the club whâ€""
"I've heard the fucking rumours!" Dev snapped, tugging the ferret towards him so that he could look him in the eye. "The club where so long as you're on the dance floor and you're moving to the music, you're allowed to fuck in the open."
"Pretty cool, huh?"
"You thought it would be a good idea to bring me here just after I broke up with my boyfriend!?"
Connor's grin widened. "Surprise."
Dev's wide eyes glared at him for a few moments longer, seeming to search for any hint of remorse or sarcasm. When they found none, Dev released the ferret, and turned away. "I'm leaving."
This time, it was Connor's turn to lunge forward and grab his friend's arm. When Dev turned back, the ferret just shrugged, and said, "You're already here, man. You might as well take a look. And if you don't want to... dance... you can just sit on the sides and listen to the music."
Dev breathed out very slowly through his nostrils, closing his eyes. Finally, he muttered, "I'm still allowed to leave whenever I want to, no questions asked."
Connor nodded as his smile stretched ever wider, then turned and quickly pulled his friend along behind him down the staircase.
When they finally reached the end of the hallway, the music in their ears was deafening. A pair of double-doors were the only barrier left between the two of them and the legendary club. Connor gave Dev a quick glance, and muttered, "You ready?"
Slowly, the bunny nodded. "Let's get it over with."
Connor shrugged, then pushed the doors open, and the two walked in.
It wasn't like most clubs that Dev had been to. Most clubs were either poorly renovated bars that reeked of smoke and had crappy acoustics, or dark little sweat pools filled with black lights, flashing strobes, and bad techno. This one, though, seemed to have been put together much better than that. Tables lined three of the walls, lying in shadows for those who didn't wish to be seen. The fourth wall gave way to a large stage, where a band's instruments were already set up and waiting to be played.
The dance floor took up most of the space; it was a proper, hardwood affair, like those used in ballroom dancing. There were none of the flashing lights that normally gave Dev headaches, or the fake smoke that made him cough. A good set of lights roamed lazily over the floor, occasionally shifting colours from red to yellow to blue.
Dev stopped dead as his gaze fell upon the dancers. Of course, when he'd walked in, he'd been expecting to see people having, well, sex on a dance floor. However, the reality of actually seeing it in front of him was quite alarming.
Everywhere, people were grinding, rubbing themselves up against each other in time with the heavy pounding music. Some of them were so subtle about it that they might have been mistaken for being dancers in a normal club. Others were already completely naked, sucking and thrusting with abandon.
The rabbit's eyes widened as he noticed a vixen not far from him, somehow managing to pleasure five big males at once as she rocked to the music. For a few moments, Dev stared as she worked, mesmerised by the sheer obscenity of the sight.
More movement caught Dev's attention a few feet away from the vixen. A big tiger and a raccoon were performing a fast and hard tango across the floor, both of them completely naked. A small circle had opened up around them on the dancefloor, allowing the pair to spin wider as they danced. Suddenly, the raccoon jumped towards the tiger, and the large cat caught him, lifting him to his chest. The smaller fur wrapped his legs around his partner, and the tiger lowered him down onto his erect member.
Dev had to swallow, or else he thought he would choke on his own slobber. He glanced over at Connor, and to his annoyance the ferret was grinning at him like a Cheshire cat.
"You like?"
"Like Iâ€"" Dev stopped as Connor pointed down at the rabbit's crotch. Dev was more than a bit surprised to find a rather noticeable tent in the front of his baggy pants. He sighed, exasperated. "Alright, it has a certain appeal. I still don't feel like dancing, though."
"Of course not," Connor replied, still grinning. He gave the rabbit's arm a slight push. "Come on, let's get a drink. The opener should start playing, soon."
Soon, the two were sitting at a table not far from the stage, each one nursing a beer. While Dev leaned back in his chair, sipping at his drink and skimming his eyes over the dancefloor, Connor was leaning forward, alert as a hawk on the hunt. Every now and again, he would take a long gulp from his beer, then his attention would return to the dancers.
Suddenly, the ferret's ears seemed to prick up, and, not turning to face the rabbit, he said, "Dev?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you be terribly offended if I ditched you?"
The rabbit sighed, and leaned forward so that his head was alongside the ferret's. "Which one is it?"
"Mouse. Black fur. Jeans. Crooked tail." As Dev located the mentioned rodent, Connor licked his lips. "Round ass."
"Go ahead," Dev muttered, leaning back again. Not needing any more prompting, Connor jumped up, and began walking straight across the dance floor towards his prey.
Dev watched for a short while as the ferret bobbed and weaved his way across the floor towards the mouse, receiving more than a few gropes along the way. Soon, he was pulling himself up close with the rodent, leaning in to say something into his ear.
The rabbit's attention was drawn away when somebody walked out onto the stage. Apparently, the opening band was getting ready to start. From their instruments, they looked like the normal deal; electric guitar, bass, drums, and a synth. Dev glanced over to the dance floor as the band members began filing out onto the stage. He really hated the fact that he was a bit of a hipster when it came to music, but it was true. From things so far, he was predicting the usual set up; a lame Radiohead wannabe, thinking that they were brilliant because they could write pointlessly figurative and obscure lyrics.
Dev laid his head on the table, glancing up at the dancers. He just managed to catch a glance of Connor. The ferret had now wrapped his arms around the mouse from behind, and the two of them were moving with each other through the crowd as though they were attached. Just to make sure, Dev tried to get a glance at Connor's crotch, but it was still covered in his clothing. The ferret was taking it slow, for a change.
Then, the music started. It didn't begin as Dev had predicted it would; with a raucous guitar rift, or some ambient spoken word piece run through the synthesizer. In fact, for the first few seconds, Dev wasn't certain whether he was hearing music at all.
It started as a dull throbbing in his chest, almost like he'd swallowed a cellphone set to vibrate. The rabbit's ears went up, and he sat back violently in his chair as it grew in force. Within a few moments, he could feel a constant hum in his chest, and Dev imagined that this was what purring felt like.
Finally, Dev looked over to the stage, and as he'd expected, he found that the source of this throbbing, this pounding inside him, was the bass player.
Up on the stage, most of the lights were down, aside from a few weak red ones. They cast a pale glow on the other band members, aside from a wolf with a bass's strap around his shoulders. He stood out on the edge of the stage, so that the dance floor's lights were reflecting up onto him. The wolf's white guitar flashed with the lights' myriad of colours, almost blinding Dev to the wolf holding the instrument.
But only almost.
The wolf was a dark grey the colour of charcoal, and his long fur stuck out in bunches from beneath his plain blue tee shirt. Even without the added effect of the stage lights, he would've been tall and broad shouldered. As he was, semi-silhouetted against the red glow of the stage, seemingly alone on that island in the ocean of sound and light, he seemed like a hero from some ancient legend.
And all the while that Dev was staring at the wolf, taking in his muscled and slightly chubby form, that deep throbbing was running through him, bringing the deep tones of the guitar to a part of him that felt so much... deeper. So visceral.
Then, the rest of the lights came up, and the other members of the band joined in.
For some reason, though, Dev couldn't focus on the other pieces of the music. He didn't notice as the kick drum joined in with the bass, adding a new layer to the bass's rhythm. He barely even noticed when the vocalist and the guitarist both joined in as one, and the rest of the club let out a cheer.
In fact, Dev could have sworn that he didn't blink until the group was finished their first song. All the time, his eyes were on that wolf, his ears twitching with the steady strum. The wolf, for his part, seemed to keep his eyes either closed or half-lidded for the entire song, bobbing his head in time with his playing.
Finally, their song ended, and all of the paws that weren't occupied in... other exploits began clapping. It took Dev a moment to remember to clap, but when he did he made sure to stand up. He didn't normally get that way about music; especially not after the first time hearing it. This was not your average local opener band; that was for sure.
As Dev was clapping, the wolf suddenly straightened and looked up, opening his eyes fully for the first time. And, to the rabbit's surprise, his dark pupils settled immediately on Dev.
The rabbit stopped clapping abruptly. He wasn't sure why; something about that gaze drew him. The entire club faded away for a second as the wolf's gaze cut through him.
Then, a grin crossed that dark muzzle, and he gave the rabbit a wink.
He started playing again, and the rest of the band joined in soon after. Dev sat down heavily in his chair, breathing hard. He glanced down, and was surprised to find that he had another boner.
Dev fingered his beer for a short while, still watching the wolf as he played. It may have been nothing, but every once in a while his eyes would venture over the young rabbit, and each time it made Dev feel a thumping in his chest that was even stronger than that caused by the music.
The rest of the set flew by, the band slamming through song after song to the increasing pleasure of the creatures on the dance floor. It seemed that as the music grew louder and more climactic, the dancers themselves drew closer and closer to release.
All of it was lost on Dev, though, as he stared up at the wolf. Even as the band was playing their last song, and the wolf backed off to let the lead guitarist take a solo, the rabbit was fixated on him. He'd never really felt this way before, or at least not so strongly. He wanted that wolf. He wanted him more than just about anything in the world at that moment.
As the band finished up on their last song, Dev stood up again to applaud. Even the furs out on the floor who were in more awkward or painful positions managed to get up to their feet to show their appreciation.
The band filed off backstage, and as the lights in the rest of the club came up to full again, the recorded music back came on. A good number of dancers went to get drinks or rest their bodies, no doubt waiting for the next band before they continued their exploits.
Dev leaned back in his chair, lost in his own thoughts. His fingers drummed along his empty beer bottle, and unconsciously began tapping out one of the bass lines that the wolf had used during the concert. Dev blushed as he realized this, and pulled his paw away, leaving the bottle alone.
Suddenly, a large, grey paw reached over Dev's shoulder and plunked down a full beer next to the empty one. The rabbit stared at the paw for a moment, before a deep, raw voice asked, "Mind if I sit here?"
Dev turned his head, trying not to look too eager. As his eyes fell on the very wolf he'd just been fantasizing about, though, he couldn't help but let his jaw drop slightly. That dark fur seemed all the more imposing now that the lights were up, and up close he towered over the smaller fur.
Finally, Dev managed to sputter out, "Uh, yeah, go ahead."
"Thanks," the wolf said, stepping around Dev (close enough that his tail rubbed against the rabbit's side) to take a seat. He made himself comfortable as he took a sip from a second beer he was carrying for himself, then glanced over at Dev again. "So. You like my music?"
It took Dev a moment to reply. He was too busy wondering at how well the voice's deep, baritone voice matched up with his instrument. It gave those same vibrations in his chest that the guitar had summoned up not long ago.
When Dev realised he hadn't spoken for about twenty seconds, the rabbit shook his head, and said quickly, "Yeah, of course! It wasn't at all what I expected when I came to this club."
"Yeah," the wolf replied, grinning as he leaned back. "The usual DJ without the least idea what he's doing or the screamo band that's too angsty to write anything semi-coherent?"
"More or less," Dev replied. "I didn't think there would be anything like, well, like you guys."
"It took a lot of work to get us here," the wolf rolled his eyes. "You won't believe how many times I've had to convince Pete that guitar solos aren't meant to take up the entire song."
"Pete's your guitarist?"
"Yeah, the dingo," the wolf replied, eying the rabbit. "What did you think of him?"
"Honestly?" the rabbit swallowed, and before he could chicken out, forced himself to say, "I was too busy paying attention to you."
Dev was delighted to see the wolf's eyes light up, and the grin on his muzzle widen slightly. "Wow," he muttered, the hint of a chuckle in his deep voice, "a band fanboy paying attention to somebody other than the singer or the guitarist? That's one for the history books."
"Well, I don't think I can be considered a fanboy yet," Dev pointed out, hoping his momentum would keep up. "I don't even know your name."
"Marcus," the wolf said, reaching out a paw.
Dev took the offered paw, feeling the calluses on his pads from all of the playing. "Dev."
"Right," Marcus nodded slowly. "You know, I haven't seen you dancing yet. I'd hoped that our music would have had everybody out there."
"I guess I didn't have anybody worth dancing with," Dev shrugged, leaning back now. "And besides, most of the stuff they're playing right now isn't really the kind of stuff I dance to; too much synth, not enough groove."
"Right, right," the wolf nodded. "Well, I know that the guys we were opening for have a nice sound, and not a keyboard in sight. You know, if you wanna dance later, or anything."
The rabbit sat there for a moment, his thoughts going over the prospect. It took a few moments before he remembered where he was, and his erect member pushed up harder against his pants; in his nervousness of speaking with Marcus, he'd forgotten. Here, asking somebody to go for a dance was equivalent to asking somebody in a club if they wanted toâ€"
"Or, you know," the rabbit said quickly, sitting bolt upright, "we, uh, could go out there right now, you know. I mean, you know, so that before the band comes on you could loosen me upâ€"I mean, uh..."
Marcus stopped the rabbit's stuttering by standing up, and rolling his shoulders a bit. He glanced down at Dev, and with a smirk, said, "Sure thing; I'll loosen you up all you want."
Dev bit his lip, and his grip became white-knuckled on his beer bottle as he nearly came right then and there. However, he managed to control himself, and staggered up to his feet. The rabbit was hard as a rod, but he didn't care. Marcus gave his tent a bit of a glance, but didn't comment; he didn't even seem to think that it was out of place.
The two of them walked over to the dance floor, Marcus leading. It wasn't as packed as it had been earlier. Before, it would have been impossible to step onto it without brushing into at least a few furs in the middle of railing each other. Now, though, Marcus brought Dev out across the polished floor easily, until soon they were near the middle.
All around them was the smell of musk, and the cries of furs in ecstasy. Marcus turned back to Dev, and muttered, "You ready to dance?"
The rabbit gave a nervous nod. He tried to start moving, the way he normally got started when dancing. A slight rocking of his shoulders, a slight bouncing in his ankles.
For whatever reason it was, though, he just couldn't seem to get up to it tonight. Normally, after a few seconds of those slight movements, he would have been ready to start shaking himself out, swinging his hips and letting himself go. As it was, though, he couldn't manage it. Maybe it was the music; it was difficult enough to hear it as it was, what with all of the noise the dancers around him were making.
Finally, he stopped, and glanced up apologetically at Marcus. "I guess I'm not really feeling it tonight."
Marcus rolled his eyes, then reached forward and grabbed Dev's paw. He pulled the startled bunny forward, so that the two of them were pressing into each other. The wolf then reached his arms around the smaller fur.
Dev found himself suddenly enveloped in the wolf's body, their fur rubbing against each other as his face touched against his chest. Marcus was so... warm. Wherever there was contact between them, it felt like his skin was being exposed to a sauna's stifling yet comfortable heat.
Dev breathed in, and his nose caught a whiff of the wolf's musk. That heady scent, mixed with all of the heat in those arms around him, made the rabbit instantly relax. He sighed slowly, and titled his head back so that he could look up at Marcus's face.
The wolf was watching him with that understanding grin, his eyes taking in the rabbit. As his paws rubbed slowly over the rabbit's back, he asked, "Are you feeling this?"
"Yes," Dev gasped, barely getting the words out.
"Good." The wolf's paws lowered down gradually, until finally they rested on Dev's rump, on either side of his stubby tail. He lowered his muzzle down so that it was right next to one of Dev's ears, and whispered, "I'll make the music. You just move with me and let me know if I'm doing alright. Okay?"
Dev nodded slowly, leaning forward to rest his head on the wolf's chest. All the while, he was still staring up at Marcus. "Okay."
With a slight nod, Marcus started swaying softly. Dev didn't even have to think; the wolf's paws by his tail guided him, letting him know exactly how to tilt his body. The rabbit settled comfortably into the rhythm of rocking slowly back and forth, and soon, his eyes were half-lidded as the wolf led him.
Then, Marcus started humming.
Just like earlier with his guitar playing, Dev felt it before he heard it. A soft vibration in the wolf's entire body, rolling through their contact into the rabbit. After a few moments, though, Dev heard the deep rumbling drifting down from Marcus's lips. He gasped at the feelings as Marcus continued moving him, and Dev couldn't help but melt into the wolf's arms.
Somehow, Dev's arms managed to find their way around Marcus's back, and linked up just above the small of his back. As Marcus's voice rumbled through both of them, Dev began rubbing his face into the wolf's shirt, trying to breathe in as much of his scent as possible.
He wanted Marcus. Suddenly, he came to that realization. It was different from when he'd seen the wolf on stage. Then, he'd been lusting for more of those vibrations that the bass sent through his chest, and that odd sense of connection through the sound of the music.
Now though, it was so much more. The rumbling, though softer, was all around him, now, etching itself into his every pore. The wolf's soft, warm fur; the paws kneading softly at his cheeks; that rhythm that was permeating everything; he felt like he would die if it was taken away from him now.
Slowly, hesitantly, Dev pulled away from the wolf. Marcus looked down sharply at him, afraid that he had made the rabbit uncomfortable somehow. However, Dev's eyes as he looked up at the wolf showed him just how wrong that was. The rabbit was staring up at him with such a look of longing, such need; there was no way he could be backing off.
Dev took a deep breath, and then turned and backed up slowly. As his back pressed up against the wolf's chest, he could feel a slight rumble from the wolf's understanding chuckle. He started humming again, and Dev reached over to take his paws. The bunny guided them around so that they were wrapped around him, and the two were rocking again, pressing tight against each other.
Very soon after, though, Dev noticed something. At first, he was confused by the light pressure on his lower back. He didn't let it interrupt his movement, but it still seemed strange and out of place.
Then, suddenly, Dev laughed, realizing what it was. Marcus was getting hard. He couldn't help but feel a certain stirring in his chest, beyond the normal rumble of the wolf's hum. He was turning Marcus on, at least a bit. On some tiny level, Marcus wanted him.
That gave Dev all the courage he needed to do what he did next. His paws, still resting on Marcus's wrists, tightened slightly, and he lifted them again. He brought them down, and then pressed one on each of his thighs, so close that the backs of his paws were rubbing at the fabric concealing his erection.
Marcus stiffened slightly, and his humming faltered for an instant. Dev, though, kept his paws on the wolf's arms and kept moving at the same steady rhythm, pulling Marcus along with him. An instant later, Marcus seemed to relax, and, to Dev's delight, moved his paws further up and even closer to the rabbit's package.
Marcus's humming paused for a moment, and Dev leaned his head back onto the wolf's chest, looking up at his face. The musician gave him a careful look.
"Do you mind if I...?"
"Please."
Needing no more motivation, Marcus removed his paws from Dev's thighs. One reached down and rested underneath the rabbit's package, rubbing softly, while the other ventured up to the button of his pants. Dev moaned at the wolf's touch, bucking slightly into the paw. Even through the fabric, those paws were so arousing and precise.
Suddenly, Marcus removed his paw from the rabbit's sac and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Dev's pants and underwear. His fingers, through the clothing, gave his sides a soft stroke, and then he pulled the pants down sharply.
Dev gasped as the garments dropped down until they sat about his knees. His white, furry balls bounced out into the light, and his fully erect member rose to attention. Dev went through a moment of intense shock as he was suddenly bare, his most intimate places open to the air of the world around him. Marcus began humming again, and the rabbit could feel his cock throbbing in response to the sound. He moaned softly as the wolf's paws came down to massage his rump.
After a few moments, the rabbit couldn't stand it anymore. He reached behind to fumble with the wolf's pants, much to his partner's amusement. He managed to pop the button, and rip down the fly. The wolf's grip on his rear tightened, and Dev moaned as his paws ran over that tight package. The only thing between his skin and the wolf's cock now was a thin layer of cloth.
Finally, Dev grabbed a handful of the fabric, and tugged it down. The wolf's humming jumped a bit, and he whispered from behind, "There we are. Now we're talking."
Dev leaned back fully into the wolf, feeling that hot length of flesh rubbing along the taint of his bare ass. His breath was already coming in sharp bursts, his nostrils flaring.
"So, you want me to keep teasing you for a while?" the wolf asked, his deep voice rumbling. "Or should I justâ€""
He stopped abruptly as Dev turned his head around, went up on his toes, and placed his lips against the wolf's. Though Marcus seemed surprised at first, he quickly relaxed, returning the kiss. They each opened their mouths wider, and their tongues began rubbing against each other, tasting each other unabashedly as all about them the music thrummed and the other dancers moved.
The wolf's left paw moved down to take Dev by the hip, while his right grabbed his own throbbing length. He glanced at the rabbit's eyes through their kiss, his look questioning.
In response, Dev simply hummed into his mouth.
Marcus smiled through the kiss, and he pushed slowly forward.
Dev tensed up as the wolf's meat parted his taint, and pushed forward to rub against his tailhole. He expected Marcus to pause here, but the wolf had other ideas. He kept pushing smoothly in, Dev gasping. The deeper it went in, the higher the rabbit's exclamation went in pitch.
Dev arched back, panting openly and rubbing his head against the wolf's chest. That burning mass just kept sliding deeper and deeper into him, making him shake with pleasure-spiked pain.
After what seemed like forever, Marcus stopped pushing in. He, too, was panting now, and had leaned his head forward so that his muzzle lay over Dev's shoulder. The two of them stood there for a few moments, simply collapsed on top of each other, and panted.
"You alright, bunny?" Marcus finally asked, reaching a paw around to scratch at Dev's chest.
The rabbit began nodding, but halfway through doing so, his eyes widened. While he'd been wrapped up in Marcus's arms, the wolf's hums thrumming through his core, Dev had completely forgotten where he was. Now, he looked about him, and recalled that the two of them weren't alone. All around, there were furs dancing and yiffing, making an oddly harmonic chaos of movements, cries, and feelings. Despite the fact that Dev stood before all of them, his pants around his knees and a wolf's throbbing member stuck inside of them, none of these furs had even batted an eyelid.
A feeling of lightness filled Dev up as he pushed himself back against Marcus suddenly. He reached behind to grab a firm hold on the wolf's ass, and pulled him in even tighter. Marcus gasped in surprise, not without a certain hint of satisfaction, as Dev hissed, "Let's dance."
"You sure you're ready for that? I mean, I only did just get in, so if you want toâ€"uh... oh..."
The wolf's voice choked off into a moan as Dev shook his hips softly, rocking them around in a smooth circle. The motion pulled Marcus along, showing the wolf just how ready the rabbit was.
Deciding that Dev knew what he was talking about, Marcus started moving with the smaller fur, rocking his hips forward softly. Dev's breath came out in soft gasps at the insistent thrusting, and his paws unconsciously tightened on Marcus's rump.
It felt... so good... He'd never done anything like this before. The movements, so in time with the music around him, seemed to draw him even deeper into the intrusive heat of the wolf's cock. As it rubbed along the walls of his passage, Dev felt like the music was sending the pulsing heat deeper, almost giving it an echoing response throughout his entire body.
On top of that, the sensation of feeling all of these things, the warmth of the wolf's body all over and within him, while seeing all of these others around him... it gave him a release in and of its own. He was fucking, being bucked forward and back in a carnal act of lust, on display for anybody to see. Indeed, the rabbit caught a few pair of eyes drifting over to him and the wolf, and all of them seemed quite appreciative of what they saw. There was an odd sensation of pride running through the rabbit as he stood there, being fucked by the wolf in plain view of dozens of other furs.
Marcus's arms wrapped around him, suddenly engulfing Dev in the wolf's warm fur and heavy scent. He almost collapsed at that sensation, and probably would have if it weren't for the music guiding his actions. He used what control he held over his legs to push himself back against Marcus, while his arms pulled the wolf ever closer. Marcus let his paws roam freely over the rabbit's body, stroking over his chest, his flat stomach, occasionally squeezing at Dev's aching member. The warm grasp of those pads only increased the pleasure in the rabbit's tailhole, making him push back harder. The wolf was a professional; he was playing Dev with all of the skill he'd used on his guitar. This time, though, instead of the deep, vibrating tones, there were just breathy exclamations from a rabbit on the edge.
During all this, the wolf's knot was pressed flush against Dev's entrance, making the rabbit gasp whenever it rubbed harder at the passage. It was everything that either of them could do to keep from climaxing as it was, but each one knew that they wanted more. Dev's yips and moans were becoming more frequent, their pitch rising and falling as the wolf's member pushed deeper or retracted. Marcus himself had long since buried his face in the fur on the side of Dev's neck, growling softly into his lover.
Finally, Dev managed to regain enough of his sense to stutter out, his voice cracking, "Oh... M-Marcus?"
"Y-yeah?"
"I want... oh... please, I need you to... ah..." The rabbit's voice came out haltingly, never quite finishing any of his sentences. He laid his head back against Marcus, still releasing small cries of pleasure.
Then, Marcus gave the rabbit's neck a lick, and started humming again.
Instantly, the rabbit's entire body began vibrating; much more importantly, though, the cock in his tailhole seemed to jump, moving with the wolf's heavy, deep voice. Dev cried out, then gasped, "Tie me!"
Marcus needed no further prompting. His paws stopped their roving, and moved up to clamp onto Dev's shoulders. His humming continued its low, rumbling rhythm as he pulled down on the rabbit, rocking his hips forward simultaneously. Dev yelped, his voice revealing a cocktail of tight pain and absolute pleasure, and he used his legs to push back.
Slowly, the rabbit's tight hole stretched, growing gradually wider under the knot's assault. A low wail escaped Dev's lips as his legs shook uncontrollably. It hurt so badly, and yet, an overwhelming pleasure seemed to dim what little discomfort he felt. His breath came short a few times as he felt himself opening wider, spreading out for the hot member to enter him.
Then, suddenly, the pressure lessened, and with an odd plopping noise, the wolf's knot was inside of him. The rabbit threw his head back, squealing as his cock jumped suddenly. Everything around him seemed to disappear as he went over the edge. All he could feel was the indescribable fullness of the knot inside of him, and the warmth of the wolf all around him. All he could hear was Marcus's humming, somehow managing to keep its melody as spasms rocked the rabbit's hole. Even as the wolf pushed himself deep one last time, his claws digging in lightly to Dev's shoulders, his voice was steady, unwavering. As warmth erupted from Marcus's cock, pouring into Dev and filling him up, the rabbit focused on that thrumming, and nothing else.
It felt like the moment lasted forever. Between his own orgasm, the cum filling him up, and Marcus's humming, Dev found himself lost in pleasure. His eyes finally seemed to come back into focus, and he slumped forward in the wolf's warm embrace. All around, people were still dancing, still pleasuring themselves on each other. More than a few glanced over and winked or threw thumbs up to Dev, congratulating the rabbit on his catch.
Dev leaned himself back against Marcus, sighing. The wolf rubbed the fur on his chest softly. They didn't speak; instead, they just stood there, rocking back and forth slowly to Marcus's humming while his member softened.
Eventually, the wolf became limp enough that it slipped out of Dev's hole on its own. The rabbit groaned slightly in disappointment, feeling the sudden emptiness.
"You know," Marcus whispered into the rabbit's ear, "I don't know if I'll have another one in me by the time the next band comes on."
"Oh," Dev replied, crestfallen. He got it. "Right, then. Uh, sor-"
Marcus interrupted him. "So, I was wondering, do you wanna come back to my place so that we can wait for round two?"
The rabbit veritably glowed as he turned around in the wolf's grip. He pressed his lips against the wolf's and wrapped his arms around the larger fur as both of their cum-streaked sheaths rubbed against each other, sending small electric thrills through the pair.
"You don't mind missing the concert?" Dev asked after the kiss broke.
"Nah," the wolf shrugged. "I hate this band. And if you think you got jipped on the ticket price, I could always give you a private concert."
"I think that might make up for it."
"Good," Marcus smirked, giving Dev another quick kiss. "I need to grab my stuff; I'll meet you by the door in a couple minutes."
Dev nodded, and the wolf departed into the crowd. The rabbit reached down, pulled his pants up over his dripping tailhole, and began making his way towards the exit.
When he was just about off of the dance floor, somebody bumped into his side. He turned to excuse himself, but stopped, his eyes widening.
Before him stood Connor, holding the mouse he'd been sizing up earlier in his arms. He had the rodent lifted clear off the floor, and was raising him up and down on his member in time with the music. The ferret seemed to not notice him for a moment, being too focused on rocking into the mouse at a steady rate.
"Uh, Connor?" Dev asked.
The ferret glanced over, and his eyes lit up. "Oh, uh, h-hey, Dev. What's up?"
"I'm, uh, I'm gonna get going," the rabbit said, glancing over at the mouse as he let out a squeak of ecstasy.
"What, don't you like the music?"
"Nah," he grinned. "The music is awesome."
"Then why?"
With a sly grin, Dev whispered, "I thought we agreed I could leave whenever I wanted, no questions asked."
"Right well... oh!" the ferret exclaimed, catching on as the mouse lunged forward suddenly to nip at his ear. He grinned at the rodent for a moment, giving him a harder thrust in appreciation, then glanced back to Dev. "Well have fun with... whatever you're doing tonight."
"Don't worry," Dev muttered, winking at Connor and patting the mouse on his bare back, "I will."