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Out of the Blue: Purple Rain

By Zrathie

Inside the club, the music was pumping. A grey wolf DJ was on the decks. There were dragons, foxes, coyotes, tigers, lions and even bears all out on the dance floor gyrating to the beat. The dance floor was lit by a purple glow. Multiple sets of UV black lights caused many of the dancers' accessories to glow brightly in neon colours. While there were numerous different species of all descriptions, one thing that they all had in common was their attire. While they all had different styles of clothing with some wearing more than others the clothes were all the same colour white.

Graham, the coyote, found this a little strange. He had come to the club called Out of the Blue for a night of fun and frolicking. It was one of the city's gay-friendly fetish nightclubs. It was kind of like a leather bar but with a broader focus. Graham hadn't checked the schedule for tonight. There was an event called Purple Rain. He nearly turned back at the coat room to try his luck somewhere else when he saw that this event was on. In the end, visiting the most popping nightspot in town won out. He was in the mood for some tail.

The coat check girl said that the Purple Rain event required or guests and members to wear clothing provided by the club. There was a selection of outfits available from underwear up to boiler suits for the more modest types. Graham was feeling cheeky so when he saw the pair of tights and the matching leotard he just had to choose that outfit. The coyote raised an eyebrow when the polite coat check girl asked if he wanted a locking harness to complete the outfit. Graham was feeling cheeky but not naughty, so he declined the kind girl's offer.

Another thing was an RFID wristband. Since people were wearing the club's provided clothes, they were supplied a wristband they could use as a bar tab. Graham preloaded his tab with a moderate amount of money before he had changed out of his street clothes. The club had a large locker room and surprisingly even showers. The tights and leotard fit the coyote perfectly. They were a bland white, but they showed off his masculine frame. He swished his tail as he walked into the central area of the club.

He figured he must have been in the club thirty minutes before the rest of his doubts were eased. The bar staff are amicable. There was an otter who was wearing a sexy jockstrap. He introduced himself as Max. Max was quite flirty, but Graham wasn't the type to bother the poor bar staff. They must be hit on all the time. He ended up ordering his favourite drink, a Blue Lemonade Cocktail. He took a seat at the bar where he sipped at it gently relaxing after a brief stint on the dance floor.

He couldn't help but tap his foot paws in time to the baseline pumping through the speakers. It didn't take long for the coyote to regain his energy and quench his thirst. He looked in the bar mirror and ran his hand paws through his head fur. He smiled at his reflection. Surely he would catch some tail tonight. He was a young coyote in his early 20s he had natural fur colouring, grey with some slight brown tones.

Graham leapt up and walked over to the dance floor adding a spring in his step. He warmed up first by dancing by himself, and then he scanned the room looking for anyone who looked single and ready to mingle. He spotted a brightly coloured fox. His fur was almost neon orange. The fox was wearing a crop top and shorts that clung to his frame. The shorts and crop top were the same colour as the other clothing that everyone was wearing, pure white. Graham began to feel that it was a way to make people more friendly and less snobby. With the hypebeast brands put away, everyone was more or less equal. Well, some were more equal than others in the looks department, but that was true everywhere.

Graham liked this vibe. Many clubs only catered to rich young furs. Ones that only bought designer clothes. The coyote found the whole hypebeast thing rather vapid. He wanted someone real, someone, that wasn't just a designer outfit. He forced away his frown with a smile. The frown had crept onto his muzzle thinking about such things. He licked his lips and then licked his nose my moistening his canine nostrils.

He turned his attention back towards the neon orange fox. The fox was looking at him. He beckoned Graham over with an outstretched hand paw. Graham put on his best coyote smile and slinked over. The fox was friendly. Immediately wrapping his arms around the 'yote. Graham returned the gesture. The fox was very slim and twink like. He pulled the fox closer and treated him to a few pets stopping at the hips before getting too friendly.

The fox leaned in and yelled above the ambient music, "You must be new here! I've never seen you before!"

Graham nodded in reply.

"My name is Neil!" yelled the fox.

Neil turned around and brushed his bushy fox tail over Graham's crotch. After the brief tease, the fox turned back around and placed both his hand paws on the coyote's shoulders.

"Graham!" shouted the coyote.

The fox nodded in recognition that he had heard him. The pair danced together, and Graham got in some teasing of his own reaching down and giving the fox's rump a brief squeeze. He carefully scrutinised the reaction. The fox was on the same page, he pulled in close and ground against the coyote's body.

"Fun?" came the shouted question.

Graham was experienced and knew what the fox really meant by the word fun. He didn't resist as the fox took him by the paw and dragged them across the throbbing nightclub towards some backroom areas. As the pair walked, Neil kept brushing his bushy tail against the growing erection in the coyote's crotch.

Neil seemed to know where they were going. They entered the hallway, and the music became muffled. There were some doors six in total. Five of them were occupied and judging by the muffled moans and groans coming from some of them they both knew what was going on inside. Neil pushed open the last door and pulled Graham inside playfully. The fox quickly shut the door and locked it so that they wouldn't be disturbed.

Inside, in muted light was a small playroom. There was a breeding stand, and a bed covered it in thick rubber designed to be cleaned easily. A few sniffs from Graham's nose revealed that the room was indeed clean. It was much better than a few of the beats he had been to. He stripped himself out of his leotard and then the tights and discarded them on the floor. Neil dropped down his tight shorts revealing his semi hard-on. He didn't bother taking his crop top off. He pulled Graham towards him.

With gentle insistence, he pushed Graham down to his knees. The coyote soon worked out what the fox wanted. His lapped his canine tongue around the fox's growing erection. Neil gently guided Graham across the room where he sat down on the bed. The rubbery cushions squeaked as the fox landed. The coyote went to town on the fox's cock. His efforts were rewarded as more and more of the pinkish-red length came out of Neil's sheath into Graham's eager maw.

Neil moaned as Graham sucked. He brushed the back of the coyote's head gently giving him encouragement. The small space was filled with the lewd sounds of the coyote's mouth suckling away at Neil's manhood. The fox was quite excited, so it didn't take long for the coyote to bring his partner to climax. Jets of Neil's hot fox cream shot into Graham's maw.

Graham swallowed down Neil's cum, savouring the taste. The vulpine shuddered as he continued to erupt. The coyote's own cock was out and craving attention. He briefly wondered what this fox wanted to do next.

It didn't take long before the roles were reversed. No sooner had Graham released Neil spent erection, he was pulled up and pushed onto the bed. Neil laid across the bed with Graham at on end. The fox started off with a few teasing licks. Graham's cock was craving for affection. The fox's tongue swiped up a bead of pre. The coyote closed his eyes as Neil lowered his soft muzzle around his excitement.

This fox is quite skilled. The fox really needed him, at least that's what it felt like. The soft wet maw easily sucking and slurping. The day's stress melted away under the fox's skilful chops. Graham stroked behind Neil's ears. It was a universal language of canine affection. He was pleased when his strokes coaxed a pleasurable shudder from the male working his length. The fox's tail slapped the side of the bed as it wagged furiously. Graham couldn't contain his moans. Wow, this fox was high-grade!

The coyote could feel his orgasm building steadily as the foxes head bobbed up and down over the coyote's red rocket. Graham continued to stroke Neil behind the ears. The coyote tried to hold back to prolong the pleasure, but Neil was getting more eager quickening his pace. That Fox wanted his seed! Graham took his paws away from the back of the fox's head and grabbed the edge of the bed and squeeze tightly. He didn't want to hurt the poor darling.

This was it, he could feel his balls shift slightly towards his body before they gave up to their load. Graham opened his mouth wide letting out a cry as he creamed his load into the fox's maw. Thick ropes of coyote cum shot into Neil's muzzle. The fox didn't miss a beat he began gulping down the coyote's cream like it was on the dessert menu. This fox was so good. He would have to seek him out again. It might be too bold to get a number on their first encounter at least he knew where he hung out and if fate had it that they would meet again.

After Graham was spent, Neil got up and smooched the coyote on the mouth. They lapped, messily into each other's mouths. He could taste himself on the fox's tongue. A prolonged kiss and a tight hug ended their and counter. The pair began to dress again shooting each other playful grins and suggestive licks. Thankfully, the playroom had some paper towels enough to give themselves a quick clean up. Sufficient to be presentable.

The pair exited the playroom and trotted back out into the central area of the club. At the edge of the dance floor, Graham gave the fox a playful squeeze on the rump and a kiss goodbye at least for this evening. Soon Neil was lost in a sea of bodies gyrating on the dance floor. Graham headed back over to the bar. His encounter with Neil had worked up a thirst in the Coyote. He also wanted a sweet drink to wash the taste of sex from his muzzle. He soon spotted the bartender and ordered another blue lemonade cocktail.

Graham took a seat on an empty bar stool and peered out across the dance floor. Graham found these RFID wristbands quite handy. Especially given his current outfit didn't have pockets. Suddenly, a tiger came over. He was almost dragging a small buck by his hoof hand over to the bar. The tiger was made a muscle and Graham noticed that the deer was wearing a collar with a closed padlock locked around it. Graham tried not to watch, but the buck's trembling caught his attention.

The collar wasn't the only thing the back was wearing. The deer was dressed up in a somewhat conservative looking boiler suit. One that hid almost all of the buck's body behind the baggy white fabric. The deer was also wearing a full body harness that had locking buckles. Ones that looked like they belonged on a vintage suitcase at least in that kind of style. What really drew the coyote's attention was how the creature was trembling. As the tiger let go of one of the bucks hand hooves, the deer brought his hooves down and squeezed at his crotch.

"Another glass of water for my pet!" yelled the tiger over the dance music.

The otter bartender quickly poured a glass of water which he handed to the Tiger which in turn he gave to his pet. The buck took it with a shaky hand hoof and sculled it down rather quickly. The deer placed the empty glass on the bar, and he was soon dragged away by the tiger. Graham made sure his gaze was on the bar. It seemed that this place did have a BDSM vibe to it after all, as with most leather clubs. The coyote wasn't into that sort of thing. Although he did enjoy a good pounding now and then from a top more than from a dom.

"Another drink?" asked Max, the bartender.

The otter wore a playful smile. Graham nodded. Max quickly made the same cocktail as before. With a simple tap of his wrist, the coyote was all paid up. Graham now had a slight alcohol buzz as he relaxed listening to the music. Around twenty minutes and yet another drink later, the alcohol was having a different effect. One on his bladder. Graham left his bar stool and began searching for the men's room.

He quickly found it at the edge of the building. This crocodile dude was wearing the white boxer briefs that the club offered. He looked Graham up and down as he approached the restrooms and gave him a smirk. The coyote didn't like the look of this smirk. It didn't stop him from entering. Graham's fur stood up on end as he went inside the toilets. They were strangely deserted despite how many patrons were out on the dance floor tonight. Along one of the walls, all the urinals had been blocked off behind blocking metal boxes. They were all marked with Purple Rain in a stylized logo.

That only left the stalls. They were all vacant. Graham walked into a stall and shut the door behind him. The toilet seat and cover were down. He lifted the lid and the toilet seat, but they only came up about an inch before a loud click was heard. In mere seconds a black object had expelled down from the ceiling and enclosed itself completely around Graham's head.

In a panic, Graham reached up and tried to pull whatever had fallen on him off. It was a thick rubber bag, but before he could make any progress in removing it, it began to collapse and compress around his muzzle. This really caused the coyote panic who trashed and clattered into both of the bathroom stalls walls and the door. He clawed at his head and face trying to remove the rubber hood from around his muzzle. In this process, he also discovered that the rubber hood was loosely tied to the ceiling.

Just as he thought he was going to be suffocated, the rubber hood stopped contracting. He could still breath out of some holes the front of the hood. A rubber gag began to inflate. It forced its way into his mouth. It was shaped in such a way that it shifted apart his teeth. It was soft so that it wouldn't damage them, but still, it was very concerning. Graham was having no luck prying off the rubber hood not helped by the fact that he had been plunged into pitch blackness.

As he thought to yell out, his gag rushed into his maw as he opened his mouth to scream. He could only make muted noises as the hood pressed down yet again forcing his mouth closed around the phallic-like gag buried inside his mouth. He could feel nose plugs invading his nostrils. At least they were allowing him to breathe. He could soon hear the sound of liquid rushing down a tube.

Suddenly Graham had a spurt of what tasted like water but only slightly sweeter entering his mouth. He wasn't about to swallow random fluid, so he just kept it inside his mouth as more and more of it flowed in. He could still breathe through the nose plugs, but he was going to have to swallow this water soon if we didn't want to drown in it.

Graham reluctantly swallowed. The process was repeated. More of the fluid came into the coyote's mouth until such a point he had to gulp it down or else risk choking. After the third time, he totally capitulated and began drinking what was coming down into his gag without hesitation. The flow seemed to increase keeping up with his drinking. He had no idea how much of the stuff he was made to drink. It tasted of vitamin water. Water with just a sweet zing to it. He had been made to drunk a substantial amount. Not long later the flow stopped.

Air was now being pumped back inside the helmet until he could finally pry it off. When he could open his mouth wide enough to eject the plug, he flung the hood away. He burst out of the stall and crossed the room to the other wall. Getting as far away from the stalls as he could. Now that Graham could see again he examined the bondage device. He could see the hood in greater detail. It was a black rubber hood in a general style. Three hoses ran up to the ceiling the middle one was clear and the other two were the same black colour as the hood itself.

"What the fuck was that," Graham said aloud.

Graham had enough fun for the evening. Being part of someone's BDSM game wasn't on his to-do list. He knew these clubs had a different level of consent. If you went to the playroom just being there dropped the social boundaries more than out in public. This sudden bondage was too much for Graham's comfort zone. He quickly left the men's room. Outside the crocodile laughed as he walked past. Graham stopped to shoot him a glare before continuing towards the main entrance.

The coyote stormed towards where he had entered the central area. There was a clock with a countdown timer and above that has a design that read Purple Rain in the same style and font that he had seen in the restroom. He didn't believe that he was trapped in with the revellers. Surely that was against the fire codes. Graham began searching for another exit. He quickly found a fire door. He pushed the exit bar but instead of opening a sound played.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. No exit unless the fire alarm is active," said a speaker near the door.

The coyote couldn't believe this. Graham then decided to go back to Max and demand exit. Another thing that he started to notice was the state of his bladder. Having been denied a piss, it was getting more and more urgent. He wasn't going to trust the bathroom again. He will just have to take care of it outside the nightclub. He approached the bar and sat down on the stool nearest to Max.

"I want to go home but everywhere is locked!" shouted Graham over the music.

"Oh you must have never been to a Purple Rain before," answered Max as he continued to take orders.

"Something attacked me in the men's room, and I want to go home!" said Graham this time more forcefully.

"That was just the hydration trap. It's used for newbies like you, and overly trusting subs allowed one last visit to the facilities before the party really starts," said Max.

"I didn't sign up for this, I'm not into this stuff," said Graham.

"You should have read the fine print, Mr coyote," said Max.

Graham just let out a frustrated growl and walked back to the main entrance to see if he could work out how to open it. He looked at the locks on the main door barring his escape. They were thick padlocks. Graham shifted his weight from one foot paw to another. His urgency to pee was increasing quite rapidly. If he didn't find somewhere to go quickly, he would be in trouble. Unbeknownst to the coyote part of the fluid that he had been forced to drink was a potent diuretic and a quite fast acting one at that. He would have had a chance to stay dry with his regular beverage consumption. That visit to the restroom had well and truly sealed his fate. It was now only a matter of time.

The feeling in his now bursting bladder drove him from his fruitless task of trying to unlock the main entrance. If he wanted to pee he would have to strip off first his leotard and then his tights before he could. He wasn't about to do that in the club full of random furs. Graham thought quickly of somewhere more private. He could either have a mischievous piss in one of the playrooms or just on the floor in the men's room. It was empty when he was there before. Both options would offer him privacy to relieve himself.

The playrooms where the closest but when Graham got near them he found the hallway that let off to them was blocked off. A thick metal grate had been closed over the entrance it was padlocked shut. The way was barred to the hallway and the playrooms held within. Apparently, he wasn't the first to think of that option. He took shaky steps. This time he was going to use the floor of the men's room. As he approached the male toilets, he found them just as barred off. He must have blown his chance to get a sneaky piss in before the real party.

If Graham weren't paying all his attention to his bulging bladder, he would have noticed that some of the other party goers had already lost the battle of theirs. A handful of the creatures dancing had brightly glowing purple stains around their crotches and legs. Their accidents on full display the urine reactive dye fluorescing under the black lights. As this was a watersports party, wetting oneself didn't draw the same amount of reaction as it did elsewhere.

Graham was beyond playing coy he had reached down with one of his hand paws and was squeezing his penis closed in a desperate attempt not the flood his outfit then and there. The reluctant piddle 'yote desperately scanned the club for an area he could discreetly wet himself or even better quickly disrobe and pee in seclusion. The coyote spotted his salvation. It was a sizeable u-shaped booth that was currently empty. Maybe he had enough time to discreetly strip out of his clothes and piss under the table. He didn't have much time.

Graham moved across the club stopping regularly to just hold back the flood. It didn't take long to make it to the booth. He slid himself around until he was at the very back of the u-shaped booth. The coyote crossed his legs tightly as he reached up for a shoulder strap of his leotard. It was far too late. He couldn't physically hold it any longer. Hot pissed jetted into the hand paw that was still holding his cock tightly. He quickly let go and wiped the wet hand paw on his knee.

Graham gripped a table tightly as he felt his bladder erupt. He let out of soft sigh that wouldn't be heard under the pulsing beats. The piddle 'yote surrendered to his powerful, violent stream of piss. He could feel the warm urine soaking around his crotch running down his legs and pouring into the seat under him. He could feel heat raise up to his cheeks as he realised what he was doing. He was helplessly pissing himself in a club for people.

The pee just kept going. Graham could feel a puddle beginning to form under his foot paws and around his rump. His only consolation was the sensation of physical release. Not much time later he finally stopped peeing. Graham looked down to check the damage and gasped. The fabric of his clothes that had come into contact with his urine was beginning to stain a bright purple as if he had spilt red wine on himself. There was absolutely no hiding it. His crotch and the inside of his legs running down to his foot paws had been stained with this mark of shame. Even around his knee where he had wiped his hand paw had a paw shaped blotch of purple but perhaps not as thick as the original marks.

Movement caught his attention. Graham looked up and saw Neil again. The fox had an almost predatory grin on his pointed muzzle. He sat down in the booth and shuffled closer to the 'yote. Graham was mortified. Here he was in piss soaked clothes, and a fox which he had only met was saddling up to him.

"Why so shy darling?" asked Neil.

The fox peered down under the table. His smile widened be before he turned his gaze back towards the 'yote.

"Oh, you piddled your pants. There's no need to be coy about that," said Neil.

Graham didn't answer; he could feel the heat around his cheeks.

"Look around you're not the only one who has had an accident," said the fox. He gestured to the dance floor.

Graham cast his gaze out onto the dance floor. He finally noticed that many of the dancers had brightly glowing purple stains on their clothes. The black lights made the dye fluoresce drawing even more attention to any accidents or leaks. The ball of tension began to unwind in Graham's chest. He wasn't the only victim of the purple rain.

Neal stroked the side of the coyote's muzzle turning his gaze back towards him. Something was wrong. The fox's eyes that had been stranded black vertical pupils set in gold had changed. They were spinning, spinning in twin spirals of black and gold. Graham tried to turn away, but the fox firmly held his chin. Those eyes! Graham began to feel heavy as he continued to stare. The coyote didn't notice the fox's grin widen he was too focused on his eyes. The noise of the nightclub began to fade. The edges of his vision turned black unto he could only see the spirals of black and gold.

"That's right you feel it don't you?" came Neil's voice. His voice was the only sound Graham could hear.

The 'yote couldn't answer; it was getting hard to think let alone speak.

"I saw you sneak over here wanting to escape. There is no escape from my eyes," said Neil.

Graham's mind was blank. The fox's words washed over him seeping into his consciousness like water soaking into a sponge.

"I'm glad you stayed back. I wanted to you my hypnotic gaze back in the playroom, but we had limited time," said Neil.

Graham was now slumped back in his seat his expression listless and his own green eyes spiralling. Neil was leaning in close talking into one of the coyote's pointed ears.

"My, my, you're a natural to trance. I never hurt my thralls you're safe with me," said Neil.

Graham felt wondrous this fox's gentle voice made him relax completely. This night out had taken a much different turn.