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The black jackal switched off his smartphone and looked back at the long queue of people waiting at the entrance of the nightclub. Furs of multiple species were gathered here, talking, laughing and taking pictures as they waited for the bouncer to let them in. The crowd appeared more compact than usual, something that made the jackal smile in satisfaction

It was sure to be a good night at the Black Box.

Avoiding a puddle of water so as not to sully his elegant black shoes and expensive gray pants, the jackal walked alongside the queue towards the bouncer, a massive pit-bull in a black suit, complete with a purple tie and a security earpiece. Without a word, the bouncer unhinged the velvet rope, letting the jackal pass.

The glossy-furred jackal's special treatment drew the ire of one of the lemurs standing in the entrance line.

"Hey ! Just 'cause you're filthy rich doesn't mean you can cut the line!" One of the lemur's friends violently nudged him with his elbow. "Ow! What the fuck?!"

The lemur's friend hushed him, face red with embarrassment.

"That's Mikhaïl, you cretin! You know, the owner!"

The color drained from the lemur's face as realization of the jackal's identity dawned on him. As terror scrawled itself across the lemur's face, the bouncer leaned toward the jackal, speaking in a low voice, although still loud enough to be heard by the clubber.

"Should I refuse this guy entry, Sir?"

"That won't be necessary, Steve. Mistakes happen."

Without as much as a glance towards the stammering lemur and his friend, Mikhaïl entered his establishment, immediately being welcomed by the loud dance music that flooded the lobby as well as the dancing floor itself. Peering over the crowds, the tall canine waved to some of the staff members as they went about their duties before calmly walking toward a door marked 'Staff only'.

Behind it was a flight of stairs that took Mikhaïl to the upper levels of the Black Box. The music was a bit muffled up here, but the one-sided mirror panels allowed the jackal to see the crowd dancing just below. Satisfied with the amount of people having fun down there, he climbed up the stairs until he reached the third and highest floor of the building. Navigating the corridors with easy familiarity, he arrived to a corner where he unlocked a discreet door and entered.

The room resembled a standard security office, with one big screen subdivided into several smaller windows. Mikhaïl locked himself in, then inspected the state of the room, checking for dust or misplaced items. Once he was sure the room was secure, Mikhaïl sat down in front of the screen, moving the keyboard closer. After running a few diagnostics to ensure the system was functioning correctly, he turned his attention fully on what the images were showing.

The screen was filled with live feeds of the myriad backrooms of the Black Box, many of them already occupied with people busy with... personal activities.

Of course, Mikhaïl was well aware that filming people without their knowledge was highly illegal, but the Black Box was also a pleasure house, which placed it in a gray area of the law in any case. Furthermore, the system had already helped prevent several cases of abuse and potential rape; as such, the local law enforcement officials had chosen to turn a blind eye towards any potential privacy enfringement the system might pose.

However, this room was different, a near-duplicate of the official security office a couple of floors below and staffed by security personnel. This one was his own private sanctuary.

Mikhaïl glossed over the multiple windows, not really interested into most of the content, nothing catching his fancy at this time. Deprived of immediate entertainment, the jackal stood up and opened a nearby mini-bar, filling a glass with a ruby-colored wine. He sipped on the sweet wine, idly looking back at the security feeds, half expecting the night to be uneventful.

Those expectations were soon proven wrong, however.

One of the closest windows, showing a heretofore empty room 17, lit up as someone entered. The fact that someone had arrived was trivial in and of itself, but the appearance and demeanor of the newcomer piqued the jackal's interest.

The room's new occupant was a rather young-looking rabbit with cream-colored fur, clad in clothes of black and neon green and adorned with multicolored glow sticks. The kid even had a piercing in one of his long, floppy ears with a glow stick wedged in the hole.

The lagomorph's sense of clubbing style was certainly peculiar, but what really caught Mikhaïl's eye was his nervousness, his hesitation to enter the room. The rabbit seemed unsure, tense, ready to bolt out...

However, after a deep breath to steady himself, the rabbit sat down on the cushioned bench, leaving the door ajar - a signal that the current occupant of the room was welcoming anyone to enter and join the fun...

His interest in the rabbit piqued, but also worried about any harm that could come to him, Mikhaïl focused his attention on the image, bringing the window closer and enlarging it. The image's definition remained crystal-clear as the well-hidden camera adjusted its focus, allowing the jackal to examine the rabbit in minute detail. He was indeed quite young, his buck teeth not yet worn down with age; his fur was well-groomed, which spoke to a relatively comfortable upbringing; most notably, however, his green eyes were wary, and one big foot fidgeted with nervousness.

"First-timer." Mikhaïl muttered under his breath, his fingers crossed under his chin. He considered calling security, but before he could decide, another person entered the room, closing the door behind them.

The newcomer was a big, buff, tough-looking tiger wearing a leather jacket and a pair of tight black pants that looked like they'd been painted on, but no shoes nor shirt, leaving his well-muscled chest bare for all to view.

As the jackal watched, he could see the rabbit tense up. The younger fur tried to force a sultry smile to entice the tiger, but the rabbit's stress and uncertainty twisted it into a grimace instead.

Mikhaïl had images but no sound, so he relied mostly on what was shown, reading the body language of a room's occupants and his own instinct, before deciding whether or not to intervene. So far, despite the rabbit's extreme nervousness, he didn't seem to want to flee - and as intimidating as the tiger looked, the jackal didn't sense any truly dangerous intent from him.

In fact, the tiger gave the rabbit a sensual smile in return, and his lips moved as he spoke briefly. His words seemed to relieve the rabbit, the tense line of the younger fur's shoulders unknotting visibly.

Curious, Mikhaïl typed a command on his keyboard, changing to another camera in the room, one of the few secret ones he got installed in every backroom. It was placed directly above the door and showed the rabbit seated on the bench, his legs spread open and his smile seeming much more natural now.

Unseen by Mikhail, the tiger must have said something else, as the rabbit began to chuckle and scratch his head. The tiger moved forward, allowing the jackal to see the tattered leather jacket that covered his broad, muscular back. The big feline walked confidently toward the rabbit, then sat down side-by-side with the younger male, whose face suddenly flooded with relief.

Mikhaïl also felt a wave of relief; it looked like he wouldn't have to call security (or worse, the police) on them. The pair continued talking, seemingly swapping jokes as each of them chuckled from time to time. Of course, it was clear that both of them wanted something else. The big bulge in the tiger's pants and the constant glances from the rabbit towards said bulge were dead giveaways...

The jackal saw the tiger scoot up closer to the rabbit, a huge, slightly predatory smile on his lips. Mikhaïl could easily imagine the big cat purring loudly as he leaned in closer, one of his big paws lifting to gently stroke the rabbit's cheek.

The black-furred canine could see the rabbit close his eyes and rub his cheek against the huge, warm-looking paw. He could see the tiger's tail swish back and forth with the growing tension of his arousal. He could see the rabbit's leg and foot thump nervously against the floor at the close presence of the large feline. He could see the tiger lower his muzzle to deposit a soft kiss - delicate and oh so careful - over the rabbit's lips.

Secure behind locked doors, the lone jackal started to breathe a tad bit more deeply as one paw idly snaked its way down toward his crotch and the bulge that had already formed there. His red tongue quickly darted out to lick his nose as his eyes focused on the two males, the bigger, larger tiger kissing the smaller, slender rabbit so tenderly...

The kiss in itself was rather brief, however, and soon, the smiling tiger broke it to gaze down at his smaller companion. The rabbit opened his eyes, looked into the feline's ones... and lunged forward, taking the tiger a bit by surprise as the smaller fur suddenly kissed him back, with far more fever and more fire than before. It looked sloppy and clumsy, but also revealed a true desire - one the tiger returned in a deeper kiss of his own. One big feline paw slipped under the rabbit's shirt to stroke the fur and sensitive skin there.

The jackal couldn't hear a thing, but he could only too easily imagine their ragged breaths, short moans and small growls. He could see how the tiger became more and more of a predator, his roaming paw groping the body of his frail companion as he leaned forward, forcing the rabbit to lay down on his back on the cushioned bench.

Now comfortably atop the smaller fur, the bigger male savagely ripped the rabbit's shirt wide open, leaving the smaller fur exposed and vulnerable before him. Mikhaïl could have sworn he saw a button fly off into one of the corners, disregarded. The ecstatic expression on the rabbit's face was enough for the jackal; there were no need to interrupt what was happening.

Instead, he decided to enjoy the show, pushing keys to alternate between the different cameras hidden in the room. The angle above the door gave him a better view, allowing him to see the tiger had now pinned both the rabbit's wrists to the bench above his head with one paw as he nibbled and licked at the cream-colored chest he had been offered. The other huge striped paw moved steadily southward, taking its time to traverse the helpless lagomorph's belly before vanishing from the camera's view behind the bulk of the large feline's body.

The slender jackal changed again to another camera, one that was placed right above the bench. It showed the tiger as he nibbled on the rabbit's neck, making the smaller fur squirm beneath him in delight. It showed how the muscular body covered the whole body of the smaller male almost completely. It showed how the feline started humping, in a slow, masterful rhythm...

Fully focused on the show now, Mikhail rubbed his own swollen bulge, matching the tiger's pattern.

Suddenly, the tiger released the rabbit's paws and rose up with a predatory grin as he worked at the belt of his black pants, removing it with feverish speed. For a moment, the rabbit seemed a bit lost as he was suddenly released; upon seeing what the tiger was doing, the smaller guy grinned excitedly and started squirming out of his own clothes - a task made easier by his choice of belt-less cargo pants, but also more difficult by his position and lack of space to move. With a bit of effort, some squirming around and a bit of gymnastics, the two males ended up naked, with the tiger above looking down at the rabbit with a deep sexual hunger in his eyes...

Now free of the encumbrance of clothing, the big feline scooped the rabbit up in his arms, lifting his prey seemingly without effort and moving him to his lap as he sat down on the now-vacant bench. Mikhaïl had to change camera once more to the one above the door in order to keep a good angle on the lovers. He could see the cute, bushy rabbit-tail quivering as the well-endowed tiger rubbed his maleness against the small of his back. He then concentrated on that tiger cock as it rubbed against the rabbit's butt, zooming the image to have a better view as his paw groped his own hardened length through the fabric of his pants.

The only sounds Mikhaïl could hear were those he produced himself: his deep breath, the fabric as he rubbed it, the clicks made by his keyboard. He couldn't hear the precise words the two were saying, and so he was a bit surprised when the tiger lifted his companion just enough to align the rabbit's puckered hole with his own rock-hard dick. Mikhaïl held his breath a moment, just before the buff male lowered his lover, slipping just the tip of his length inside. The jackal could see the butt cheeks of the rabbit briefly squeeze that pole of meat, and he squeezed his own imprisoned length with a soft groan.

The tiger didn't move a muscle for a moment, the tip of his length still barely an inch inside. Then, with his paws supporting the rabbit's hips, he gently began to hump, pushing himself into the other fur inch by inch. Mikhaïl was hypnotized by the shallow, rhythmic moves, how the fluffy balls moved in sync, how the rabbit kept squeezing down on the length as it slowly impaled him.

The jackal slipped his free paw under his pants and underwear to grip at his oozing length. He started to stroke in earnest as he felt his own arousal growing, eyes glued to the screen displaying the mating pair.

As he watched, Mikhaïl noticed how deceptively gentle the tiger was in his rutting. His hips moved in a smooth, steady, slow rhythm, and he used his paws to alleviate any discomfort the rabbit might feel, pausing for a moment when his companion squeezed too hard on his cock to allow for his gentle progress to continue. The tiger put more strength and speed in his humping gradually, training the rabbit's rear so the tight squeezes and loud moans became less because of discomfort and more out of the sheer pleasure of enjoying that mast to the fullest. Mikhaïl himself was also ensnared, his own rhythm over his shaft getting quicker at the same rate as the tiger.

All of a sudden, the tiger tensed up. His claws slid out and dug into the flesh of the younger male's body, and he thrust a few final times, deep and hard, before staying still as his cock and balls pulsated, pumping his seed into the panting, sweat-drenched rabbit in his grip.

Mikhaïl felt his own orgasm close, almost ready to burst... yet, with an act of will, he stopped himself, letting his paw remain closed tight around his member, but not moving another inch. After a moment, his breath calmed back to its normal pace, and he took his paw off his length. His gaze left the spent pair, focusing instead on the faces of the two males.

They looked... sated. Satisfied. They were breathing heavily, but both had big, tired smiles on their snouts. They exchanged a few words before the rabbit leaned over to kiss his lover deeply, their tongues warring with each other, eyes closed. After a long, lingering moment, the tiger broke the kiss with a smile and tapped the rabbit's butt gently with a paw. The tiger's lips moved, though Mikhail couldn't hear what was said, and the rabbit nodded with a disappointed look on his face before putting his shaky legs down to support his own weight, allowing the tiger to remove his cock from his ass.

After he had made sure the rabbit was okay after their love-making, he looked at him with a smile, a paw idly rubbing his now-empty balls, as his companion seemed to be recovering from his pleasurable ordeal, slouched over the wall in his corner of the bench with his eyes closed.

The two remained like that for a short while before the tiger raised a paw to stroke one of the rabbit's legs, drawing a smile from the inexperienced young lagomorph. Afterwards, they both stood and began to put their clothes back on, all the while exchanging words the jackal couldn't hear from his room.

With a soft sigh, Mikhaïl tore his gaze away from the two males. He typed another command on his keyboard to return the window to its original size, and then hit a few more keys. A soft whirring sound emanated from the computer's tower as Mikhaïl stood up and took another sip of his wine before he set the glass back down on his desk.

His mind still on the delicious antics of the two furs he had just watched, he approached the glossy black cabinet that stood in the corner and opened it. Inside were some napkins, a towel, a bottle of scent erasing deodorant and a black frame holding a picture. With a fluid motion learned from long experience and habit, the jackal picked up a napkin to clean his paw of precum, the towel to wipe off perspiration and finally the deodorant, spraying copious amount all over himself. Once done, he crumpled the napkin, throwing it in a trash-can and neatly fold the towel before storing it back in the cabinet.

Before closing it, however, Mikhaïl's gaze fell upon the framed picture. He stopped a second, then picked it up and looked at the picture enclosed within. A smile slowly spread across his features - a warm, loving smile.

He kissed the frame and put it back where it belonged before closing down the cabinet. He took a moment to readjust his clothing, then left his watching room sanctuary, making sure to lock the door securely behind him.

Mikhaïl felt... energized. Now he could focus fully on his work, making sure everything in the establishment continued to run smoothly.

It was sure to be a good night at the Black Box.