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Chapter Ten

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Dancing, Dating, Dining, Drinking, Yiffing

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Anal, *Badger, *Bat, *Bunny, Canine, *Dalmatian, Dancing,

*Dog, Drunken Fun, *M/M, *Mating, Musk, Oral, *Plot Development, Realistic, Relationships, Restaurant Booth, *Romance, Spooge, Swallowing, Tail Sex, Tie, Various Species, *Wolf

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Fourth Week, Autumn 2, Year 1580

David and Darnata were having a wonderful time at a restaurant they'd visited several times before.

They'd enjoyed a fine steak dinner. The waiter, a rotund owl, came back to ask if they'd like their desserts now. Before Darnata could answer, David pre-empted her reply, telling the owl to come back in a while - that they were going to dance for a bit first.

Darnata looked curiously at David. "I thought you didn't care much for dancing, David?"

"Well, I do not do a lot of it, actually. But, um, but I feel that it is something we really should do now."

As they slowly danced, David gathered his courage. Swallowing hard, he said, "Darnata, there is something important that I must ask you. Dear doggy, neither of us is a cub any longer - even though I feel like a youthful kit when I am with you. I have come to realize that I value you - that I value you more than anything! I want to hold you and love you and take care of you ... forever. Will you ... will you bond with me? Will you consent to being mine?"

"Oh David - yes! Yes with all my heart!"

~=~

First Week, Autumn 3, Year 1580

Birdy, the bartender at the Bar of Justice, looked up. David Strianach and Darnata White had just entered laughing, arm in arm. They approached the bar and Ser Strianach seated Sera White with a flourish.

"Barkeep! Two flagons of your finest!" roared the big badger. Then they dissolved in good humor again.

Birdy cocked an eye at the two giggling employees of the High Court of Herbivoria. "You do know that there's a house rule against serving more booze to furrs who are already intoxicated?" Turning away from them to hide his smile, he continued to scold. "It's a terrible shame for furrs to be drinking at work. And at work being paid from the public coffers at that! My tax money! There's just no excusing it. It's a disgrace, that's what it is. Shameful ... scandalous ..."

He was pouring the two furrs' favorite drinks while he supposedly chastised them. They just kept grinning like fools; he shook his head.

"Birdy, the only intoxicant that I have been near in over a week is Darnata."

Birdy tilted his head and contemplated the now-blushing dalmatian fem. She quickly grabbed the glass he'd set on the bar for her and put it to her muzzle, obviously avoiding having to say anything. David only smirked.

The bartender directed a curious eye toward the badger, then he moved a short distance down the bar away from Darnata. David followed him. "Well? What's going on, Dave?"

"Birdy, it is the happiest time of my life! Darnata has consented to bond with me - be my permanent partner!"

"Harrumph! Really? You mean you two aren't just ..."

"No, no. We have not bedded at all - we both want to wait until we have the bonding ceremony."

Birdy laughed quietly. "Sounds like a seriously-terminal case of love. Um, Dave, you do understand that there's some risk when a, ah, mature furr bonds with a much younger fem. Health issues, I mean. It could be too much of a sudden strain on the heart ..."

Strianach considered this solemnly, then he shook his head slowly. "Well, she will just have to take her chances - I think that she will survive."

The ostrich almost strangled from forcing back his laughter. He started to call something out to Darnata, then stopped as the badger reached across the bar and gently, but with an irremovable grip, took hold of Birdy's wing.

He quietly said, "Should you say anything, anything at all that upsets her ... well, I have always wondered if it is true that ostriches look better with their heads buried."

Birdy cleared his throat (impressive when an ostrich does it). Stepping back in front of Darnata, he announced loudly, "The next round for the house is on the house, and the new couple here drink all evening for free."

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It was a rowdier-than-usual night at the Tail of Woe - and that was saying a lot. This bar was the favored hangout of partying tailraisers in the city, and as such never could be called "quiet" or "staid", but the black bat bartender looked around, then shook his blond-maned head. He hadn't seen such displays of aggressive partner-hunting in a long time.

He laughed to himself; it was a good thing that tourists rarely came in - they'd faint from shock. [Hmm ... 'course, then they would need someone to do artificial resuscitation on them ...] His train of thought was derailed by a slender white rabbit who leaned over the bar, grabbed hold of the web of leather straps crisscrossing the bat's body, and kissed him.

The bat pulled away, tossing his long blond mane back, pretending to be affronted. "I don't care how sweet you act, Fernella, I'm not extending your bar tab," he chided the luscious lapinoid.

The short bunny laughed. "No, no, you silly furr - I don't need credit. In fact, I want to settle up right now." He hiked his skirt up to his waist and reached into a wallet strapped to his inner thigh just under his ballsac, pulling out a wad of bills.

"Still paranoid about getting robbed, huh? Well, your money's the last thing that you have left that anyfurr could take away from you."

The bat grinned as Fernella winced. "Aw c'mon, Silentia, you make it sound like I - I -"

"Hike your flufftail for anyfurr and everyfurr who shows the slightest interest in you?"

The bunny sputtered, but couldn't muster up enough indignation to convincingly deny the allegation. He was, after all, a typical lapinoid, positive that there just weren't enough hours or days in the week to pack in all the yiffing that he wanted.

Silentia knew that. He also knew that some of the most strenuous nights of his life had been spent in Fernella's bed. And bathtub. And garden. And once in the branches of a tree ...

Fernella smoothed his suede skirt neatly back down, straightened his tanktop and amber necklace, and took a seat at the bar.

Silentia ran his gaze up and down the preening Fernella. His short skirt was fluorescent-blue suede. The waist, instead of buttoning above his tail behind, came up just under the white fluff, clinging tightly, just barely covering the bunny's tailhole. His white belt was wide enough that it could have been a cummerbund. Fernella's tanktop was the same fluorescent-blue as his skirt, and had large shiny yellow snowflake-sequins sewn on it in a random scattering. His fur was bleached snow-white all over. He had an almost continuous row of rings pierced up each edge of both ears - the ears themselves were lightly tinted the same yellow as the snowflake-sequins.

Silentia slowly shook his head in disbelief. "Ferny, who advises you on fashion anyway? You look ... your clothes ... Urgh. It makes my eyes water."

"Neveryouyiffingmind, you stodgy frump. You and your suit of white leather straps. Some of us are just cutting-edge."

"Yeah - and some of us are bent blades."

As Silentia went to take care of the drinks being ordered, the bunny tried to decide whether he had been insulted or not. Giving it up as too much thinking on a partying evening, he unfolded several moneynotes and put them on the bar.

Silentia came back, picked up the cash, counted it, and whistled loudly. Everyfurr in the bar who had large sensitive ears cringed in agony and ducked. "Oops. Sorry, guys. I forgot what chiropteroid whistling does to you.

"Fernella, HOW did you - um, no, WHERE did you earn all this?"

"Not the way you think, snootysnout, an artist pays me to pose for her. She says that I have 'exquisite' bones."

"Uh-huh. Which one, the little pink one or the big one between your ears?"

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While the bunny and bat carried on their usual chaffing conversation, the dancing furrs continued their frenetic whirling and bouncing - the band was the regular trio of large rats who were doing their very professional best to totally exhaust their audience.

Finally, the band had to wind down and stop for a while. The leader called out to the dancers, "We either take a break and get something to drink now, or we collapse up here on the stage and you have to entertain yourselves."

A small redwolf wearing only very brief black shorts and a cut-off bright green t-shirt stopped dancing, leaned closer to his date (a tiny terrier), and whispered, "Ralph, I can think of some good 'entertainment' that we can perform ... wanna go over in a booth?"

The terrier smiled, his tongue lolling from the side of his mouth as he panted. "Why, Woofie, do you think that you still have the energy?"

"Oh my yes - why, I could trot right out and run down an antelope now."

"Uh huh. Suurre you could. Instead of track events, let's go do push-ups since there don't appear to be any geriatric antelopes handy."

"Sounds good to me, Ralph."

B B Wolfinson Jr handed Silentia the payment for booth-use and led the way to one of the open booths along the wall. Going inside, they pulled the heavy, sound-absorbing curtain across the entrance and the two settled onto the couch.

The brown-and-black terrier seized the lupinoid's head and pulled his face down. Their lips touched and Ralph closed his eyes. He felt Woofie shiver as he stroked his chest with a soft, tiny paw. His paw rubbed lower and lower, massaging the wolf's belly. Woofie whined as his cock leapt from its sheath. He wrapped his arms about the terrier and plunged his tongue as deeply into the warm wet muzzle as he could.

Ralph gasped, then eagerly responded. Their thin tongues entwined and worked back and forth for a while.

They paused to strip. Although the terrier had to peel off a full-length bodysuit, he got it off as quickly as the redwolf doffed his shirt and shorts. By then, both their cocks were fully extended.

Ralph leaned down and ran his tongue over the slit in the end of the wolf's eager member. He groaned with delight at the salty taste of the wolf.

Woofie leaned down and gently took a fold of the terrier's neckruff in his teeth, nipping lightly. When he did that, Ralph's tail almost slapped against his own back, it whipped up so fast. "Let me do this first," the terrier whimpered. Without waiting for a reply, he dipped his head onto the other furr, sucking hard and quickly bobbing up and down.

Woofie yipped in delight, then leaned back to give Ralph room to work.

The terrier was a skilled cocksucker and knew how to work one to its best results. Both were too eager to make this a long, drawn-out yiff-session. Pumping the wolfcock with his lips, stroking it with his tongue, he dived down until it rammed the back of his throat. He was delighted to find that he could take the entire cock into his muzzle.

His tongue slapped and stroked, exploring the wolf's shaft - he imagined that he could give a description of every vein on it if anyfurr asked. The redwolf humped his hips up as he grabbed the terrier's head and pulled it tight against his belly. His paws moved to Ralph's shoulders and gripped them tightly enough to leave bruises. Every time that the wee dog slid his muzzle down to the base of the wolf's cock, Woofie's grip tightened.

The hot salty cock in his mouth, the swelling knot bumping his lips, the throb of the wolf's heart making the rock-hard core pulse, this was all the terrier could think of. The heavy thick scent of the aroused wolf made him dizzy. He loved sucking cock more than almost anything, and this wolf was one of the most responsive furrs that he'd ever met.

Ralph wrapped his paw around the wolf's knot. He squeezed gently, and the wolf gasped. Ralph's other paw was tracing the wolf's chest and belly muscles with an extended claw. Each time that the highly-aroused redwolf's hips spasmed forward, the terrier's claw poked sharply into his fur, penetrating all the way to the fell but not (quite) piercing the skin.

Suddenly, Woofie couldn't stand it any longer - he pushed Ralph's head down firmly, threw his head back and issued a triumphant howl. "Oh Ralph, Ralph, this ... I ... oh ALL ...!" His howl tapered off as he gushed into the terrier's muzzle. The load was huge, so huge that it took Ralph by surprise and he gagged on the sudden flood of salty thick liquid. Before he could swallow, another outpouring came.

Woofie howled again, this time a wordless scream to the world that he was exploding.

Ralph had to pull off, trying to get more air. Just then, a third gush poured like paint all over his face, running down to his chin and dripping onto the couch beneath them. A fourth and final blast splattered Ralph's chestfur, glistening against the tawny fur.

The lupinoid shivered and shook with relief and pleasure.

Ralph raised up and, pushing the bigger wolf over onto his back on the couch, lay on him. The seed pressed into their fur, the scent of it making Ralph feel even headier than Woofie felt. Their muzzles combined, cum smearing over their lips and their noses.

Ralph lifted his face a bit, whispering to the wolf, "Now it's my turn."

Woofie said not a word, made not a whimper, just hugged the terrier. Then the dog stood up as the wolf rolled onto his belly and hiked his rump into the air toward Ralph. The redwolf's tail was still wagging fiercely - he fought to get it under control and raise it to his back.

Ralph reached a paw underneath Woofie's crotch and gently gripped his ballsac. He picked up a tube of lotion from the small table in the booth and squeezed a generous dollop onto the pink puckered tailhole. He rubbed it around and around on the tailhole with his thumb while the wolf moaned and clenched at the couch with his claws. As he did, he continued to hold Woofie's balls; gently, he squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Suddenly, Ralph's thumb shoved completely into the tailhole and the wolf yipped sharply. His tail slashed to one side and locked there.

Ralph pulled his paw back and brought his hips up to the wolf's rear, rubbing the head of his engorged cock on the lubricated hole. The wolf moaned again, louder this time, and pushed his hips back. The little canid didn't enter him yet though, but just kept rubbing his cockhead up and down in the groove of the wolf's firm, round, white-furred rear.

"Now ... now! Please, now," begged the wolf, his fingers clenching and unclenching.

The terrier relented, just as eager to yiff as the redwolf was to be yiffed. He pressed his bright-red member against the wolf's throbbing tailhole and eased it in.

Woofie inhaled sharply, his sphincter clamping down in response to the violation. Ralph's cock wasn't immensely long, but it was thick enough that past lovers had compared it to a beer bottle. Ralph paused, letting the hot tight tailhole adjust. It took only seconds, then he felt the sphincter-muscle relax. When it did, he smoothly slid all of his six inches up into the wolf's welcoming body, bringing his belly tight against those round cheeks. He began long slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out with each, shoving in right up to his swollen knot with each.

Woofie felt his whole body tingle - it was as though his rump was on fire and getting hotter with each stroke while Ralph pushed new logs into the fire. All he could do was whine and clutch the couch. His claws dug into the coarse fabric.

The yiffing went on for what felt like forever to the happy furrs. Finally, Ralph felt as though the entire world shrank to his cock and Woofie's tailhole. His balls tightened up, his hips stopped their steady bucking and instead rammed forward as hard as they could.

Woofie yelped when he felt the swollen knot - how could such a small dog have such a huge knot? - pop through into him. He felt Ralph commence making the short fast strokes that were all he could do with his knot tied inside the wolf. Five, six, eight, a dozen fast pumps and Ralph's balls joyously let go, draining into the eagerly accepting lupinoid.

Ralph went limp, falling forward onto Woofie's back. His fur - both their fur - was glistening with sweat and cum. He lay there for a few minutes, nipping and nibbling at Woofie's ruff and ears while Woofie whimpered in satiation. Finally, Ralph's knot shrank and he pulled his languishing staff from the white-furred rump. A small stream followed it out, and he caught it in his paw.

Woofie rolled over onto his back and reached up with his arms. Ralph lay on him again and Woofie hugged him tightly. Ralph spread the pawful of still-warm terriercum from the wolf's tailhole gently over the vulpinoid's muzzle. Then the terrier's muzzle pressed itself to the redwolf's, cum making a seal, and they twined their tongues together tightly.

They lay there for perhaps a quarter-hour, happily stroking, fondling, rubbing, then finally roused. It was an effort to pull their clothes back on but necessary.

"If we don't want to have to pay bedroom-rent for the whole night to Silentia, then we'd better be on our way," said Ralph.

Woofie still wasn't speaking, he was just too happy. He just nodded. They wrapped their arms around each other and made their way to the door.

As they passed, Fernella sniffed the mingled scents of frantic lovemaking on them, and inhaled deeply. It was as though a liquid fuel poured in through his nose and went straight to his balls. He decided that there was going to be no doubt about it, he would persuade Silentia to come home with him tonight when the bar closed.