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Lights. Smoke. Blaring bass that drowns out all thought.

This was the pulsating space found himself in, a club dancefloor filled to the brim with people of all shapes and attires. In front of him a mouse, couldn't be much more than a meter tall, clad in little more than a few harnesses in was dancing with a hulking tiger with a chest was barely covered in a thin, shiny layer of rubber. He was almost sure the tiger locked eyes with him briefly, flashed a grin and in a few beats they had vanished into the crowd. They were soon replaced by a very attractive otter shaking his tail, with clear intentions of attracting some masculine attention.

Usually, this wasn't the type of place Aaron, a slender (maybe with a tiiiny bit more softness around his waist than he'd like) fox in his twenties, would often find himself in. He was much more accustomed to lecture halls, meeting rooms and quiet evenings - spiced up by maybe a pint or two in good company.

But tonight was different.

His body, most often covered by baggy hoodies and his favorite skinny jean, was now framed by a tight-fitting neoprene vest. The garment was covered with colorful stripes that got their full shine from the UV light droning the nightclub. A bit lower down were similar pants that, now that you think about it, resembled boxer briefs much more than reputable shorts, and were perhaps a bit skimpier than he would've liked. The look was completed by appropriate straps around his ankles and wrists, glimmering with the same shine.

On a regular night here, he might've been slightly out of place or at least would've been the focus of many admiring looks, but now he felt like home. It was "Kinkapade - the most fun man can have outside of the bedroom"! While the slogan was not the finest piece of writing the fox had ever seen, the event itself was always loads of fun. Most of the town's likeminded men, packed under one roof, just enjoying the sights and atmosphere or out on the hunt for a friend to snatch into the dimly-lit lodges in the back. It wasn't Aaron's cup of tea, exactly. He preferred to know his company, and was shy around new people. Only the scene of kink and fur had managed to get him out of his shell a little.

The gyrating mass of fur, rubber and barely concealed arousal on the dancefloor was where Aaron could let loose, forget his troubles and (almost literally) sniff the air for new opportunities. He enjoyed the charming sights and the occasional lost paws and hips touching his own, while moving his body to the booming music. The passing of time had lost its meaning, and it was mostly measured in emptying glasses.

Speaking of which, it was time to get another! Aaron started to find his way towards the counter as the last drops of the sweet green liquid disappeared in the fox's gullet.

While the floor was filled to the brim, the venue was thankfully fitted with multiple bars and the crowd was much less dense here. After sitting down on a cold stool and waving down a bartender, the young fox let out an involuntary sigh of relief. He was genuinely... happy, for a change.

"Say, care for something fiery?"

Aaron turned his head towards the sudden deep voice, easily loud enough to be heard through the background. It was the tiger from the dancefloor! He had been sitting a few stools apart, and was approaching him with a warm smile on his muzzle. His former mouse companion was nowhere to be seen, but that was very often the case with quick hookups this event was based on. Aaron straightened his slightly drunken form and replied with a smile:

"What did you have in mind?"

"There's this cock...tail I really like, and I think it might suit your tastes too," the tiger said with a wink and the slightest hint of a drunken slur. "It's got orange, some bitters and quite a bit of delicious, cinnamony booze!" He paused for a second and a slight blush could be seen forming on his cream-colored cheeks. He said with a grin: "I like it because it's the same color as my fur... as are you".

Aaron eyed the tiger all over. Most of his fur was covered with the aforementioned sheen of latex, but his face and hands were framed with adorable tufts of bright orange, hued slightly blue by the club's lightning.

"Heey, that's right! It's just like mine!" Aaron exclaimed and tried to grab the tiger's paw. He missed just slightly and managed only to get a shaky hold of the tiger's wrist. Aaron fumbled a bit and managed to get the tiger's hand into his soft grip. A slight thought crossed his mind that he was way drunker than he had thought, but was replaced by an exclamation escaping his mouth: "Whoa, your hands are so big!"

The tiger chuckled and sat down on the stool next to his and reciprocated the grip on his paw: "I take that as a yes?"

Aaron blushed, looked into the tiger's clearly very amused eyes, and turned his gaze downwards. This was not like him - he is supposed to be calm and collected! He was DEFINITELY drunker than he had thought.

"Oh, sorry!" he said and tried to withdraw his hand. The tiger's grip didn't let up. Aaron looked up again and was met with the same warm smile. "I-I think I'd love that," he finally managed to say.

"Hey, two Hotties with a dash of lime, please" shouted the tiger to a passing deer bartender behind the counter.

"Coming right up, sirs!" turned the deer briefly and bounced onwards on his way. If you looked at him from afar, he was dressed to the nines with a suit and a bowtie, but here from the counter one could see a bowtie on a thick black jockstrap was all that was covering his lower body.

"So, who do I have the pleasure of getting drinks to?"

"My name's Aaron, Aaron Boxfoy. I... don't think I caught your name yet either, Mr. Tiger?"

He chuckled again.

"I like the sound of that already! But you can also call me Will."

Aaron dipped his snout briefly downwards, but then grinned a bit himself.

"So, Mr. Will. Very nice to meet you! Did I catch your eye already in the crowd?"

"Aw damn, you noticed? I was trying to sneak a peek at you and your cute little butt!" said the tiger and leaned a bit closer. "But for you to notice that... you must have been sneaking a few yourself."

The fox was saved from answering by the bartender. "Two Hotties for the sirs, each with a dash of lime and a special treat!" The glass Aaron was given was filled to the brim and burning orange, and a strong smell of Fireball wafted from it. Alongside it came a small bowl filled with squishy candies, the kind you can squeeze to get the filling to burst out.

Will looked at the bowl and got up. Aaron could swear he saw the tiger give a little wink towards the bartender.

"As much as I love it here in your company, I think we'd both be more comfortable in those plushy seats back there," said the tiger and waved towards the semi-private lounges.

That made Aaron stop for a second. He had never been to the lounges. Even though they were all in the same room, they were clearly intentionally hidden from view. He had even heard stories of people disappearing. ...buuut he had also heard stories of a very good time from back there from a couple of his friskier friends. And what harm it could do? Will, the rubber-covered tiger looking at him with the most inviting of expressions seemed very pleasant and mature, very trustworthy! At least to his alcohol-affected mind.

"Well, you coming?"

The pile of empty glasses on the table was leaning dangerously, and the last of the squishy candies was just about to vanish into a waiting tiger maw, dropped by a paw of a certain fox.

"Ahhhmmmm!" said Will and closed his mouth. Both burst into giggles.

Aaron was sitting right next to the tiger, with a paw on his thigh. The height difference between them was now even more apparent - the fox could barely reach the top of the tiger's head with his paw. Regardless, he reached even further and pet Will's muzzle clumsily, but gently.

"That's a good tiggy!" giggled Aaron and leant into the tiger's lap.

Will reciprocated by grabbing the fox by the ends of his vest and pulling him into a hug. "Heey now, I think you're the one who's been a good boy all night. Twisting and turning oh so sexy on the dancefloor without even grabbing any nearby tail! That's why I had to help and nab you allll to myself."

"Bbutt butt I AM a good fox! I ssshtudy and I work and I come here and am under squeeeaky tiger pecs, which look so big and inviting..." Aaron burst into drunken giggles and without realizing, turned his head into the crotch of the oh-so-hunky tiger. His legs were splayed out on the soft couch, and a still-pulsating dancefloor was visible from some gaps of the wall mesh surrounding the lounge area. Most of the air was filled with the scent of different species, fabrics and above all vibrations of a more chill version of the club soundtrack.

"Now now, didn't you say you were a "orderly student, with no kinks in your fur"? Is this appropriate fox-like behavior?" chuckled Will, and laid his hand on top of Aaron's head, pushing the fox gently into his bulge, hidden but definitely noticeable beneath a squeaky exterior.

"I... I... i-isn't it okay to have a day off occasionally, and see what's outside the campus? That doesn't make me all bad, doesh it?" Aaron tried to turn his head, but the paw resting on his head kept him gently, but firmly in place.

"Well, people who come here aren't usually the most innocent of the bunch. There was this mouse earlier in the evening who was also from the university, and he definitely wasn't all sunshine and bunnies."

"Wh-where is he, by the way? I saw him with you, ish he joining us later?"

"I'm sure he's around here somewhere, maybe you'll get to meet him later, " said Will, with a mischievous smile unseen to the fox.

Aaron didn't notice it at first, but his all senses were starting to be filled with shiny, squeaky, strong-smelling latex. The scent from the tiger's crotch was permeating his nose completely, and his paws had started to explore the rest of the tiger, almost as if on their own. The tiger's belly felt so smooth and soft, his paw could feel only a sea of rubber-covered plush. Strange, Will looked quite muscular? But Aaron definitely preferred it this way - all of the tiger was a heaven waiting to be cuddled.

Meanwhile, Will had a sweet, longing expression on his face. This one couldn't turn out like the mouse. The mouse was bratty, the mouse was rude. The mouse was only after one thing only, that's why things turned out the way they did. That's why the mouse's harnesses are a goo-covered slump in the trashcan.

The fox's paws felt so good caressing every inch of his belly and legs, and the warmth of his breath was starting to permeate to the tiger's sheath. He couldn't hold it much longer, but he HAD to have the fox to make the first move, it wouldn't be right otherwise.

But he was sure he liked him. The way he worked, there really wasn't any chance to ask for consent after the spark was lit. But why would he be here, petting him like no tomorrow, if he didn't like all of him?

Will decided to give a slight push.

Aaron felt the tiger's paw lift up from between his ears, and he followed the paw's trajectory with his muzzle as well as he could. The paw landed on his chest, and the fox followed suit, climbing on top of the tiger. With a slight struggle, the fox managed to get himself supported, legs around the tiger's waist and face to face with his handsome pick-upper.

"You're... you're so hot" Aaron blurted out. "Uuhhh, I mean you are so gentle, and nice to me, and...."

Will just smiled widely and looked deep into Aaron's eyes, as if trying to gaze into his soul.

"I-I think I want to kiss you."

"Are you sure? There might be no turning back after that, I'm a tiggy who likes to play for keeps."

Will looked surprisingly stern, almost worried. That made Aaron's reply even easier:

"I think I will be in good paws."

With that, Aaron took a slight breath, leant completely into the tiger's body and kissed him.

The moment the fox's lips touched the tiger's, Will knew there was no return and let his instincts run free.

Aaron was in heaven.

He felt the tiger's soft lips against his own, his slick tongue meeting his own, his giant paws hugging him deeply into him and for a moment' it felt time had stopped altogether. Will's tongue started to explore Aaron's maw and the fox tried to keep up with the tiger's quickening pace of movement.

Will was the best kisser he had ever met.

The tiger's body felt so... big, so... soft, so... encompassing against him, as if he had sunken completely into the tiger's embrace. If Aaron hadn't had that last Hottie (with a dash of lime), he might've noticed that it was actually the case: the tiger's stomach and chest had actually become soft, malleable and almost... ripple-y. Aaron felt like he was on a giant balloon filled with water, and he could feel the front of his pants rubbing titillatingly into the tiger's now-softened belly.

In his stupor Aaron still didn't notice that his legs felt TOO soft against the tiger, as if they had been sunken in jell-o. Aaron continued to lean into the kiss, enjoying the one-of-a-kind full-body hug and it's uniquely soft sensations. His paws were firmly on the tiger's sides, squeezing him tightly, while the tiger's muscular arms felt like a warm, firm puddle of rubber on his back.

Wait.

Puddle?

Aaron opened his eyes and looked at the tiger's face. The tiger had his eyes closed and his mouth was increasingly moving against his own. Aaron tried to turn his head back a bit, but Will kept his muzzle firmly locked into the kiss. Aaron tugged his neck a bit harder, he felt like he was running out of air. The tiger didn't relent right away, but after a while of Aaron's struggling he broke the kiss for a moment and looked straight into Aaron's eyes, his own like bottomless wells sparkling with joy.

"You're s-such a good catch... Alll mine, aren't you?"

Aaron could feel some kind of a hidden, deeper meaning beneath those words, but couldn't help but answer:

"Please... please don't let go..."

Will huffed, closed his eyes and arched his back. Aaron started to kiss the tiger again, but recoiled slightly when he could feel something touching the back zipper of his conveniently-designed shorts. That slight hesitation waned quickly as the tiger leant completely into his kiss, his tongue feeling even longer and slicker than it had before.

Under Aaron's tail, Will's hand was in full work pulling the zipper down. The opening gave way, revealing Aaron's cheeks and the cream-colored underfur slightly covering his tight, pink pucker in between. Will had some trouble getting the other zipper in the front, as the distinction between Aaron's crotch and his own belly was disappearing rapidly, the front of the fox's shorts merging into the now-almost-liquid rubbery mass that used to be the tiger's abdomen.

The fox was sinking into his hug - literally.

Aaron was starting to get slightly confused, and struggled again to get himself free from the tiger's deep kiss. "Whuah-what's happening?" he asked in a hoarse, horny tone but with a slight shiver in his voice.

The tiger smiled once more: "Sshh... Just enjoy and take it all in, my delicious little foxy. I promise I won't do anything to you don't want me to." In stark contrast of his words, instead of waiting for a reply Will pushed the fox's head into him with his paw and kept him from speaking further.

"Mmmpffh! Mff.... mMMF! Mmmm..."

Aaron tried to yelp, but his worries were quickly transformed into moans when he could feel a slick paw caressing his rear, slightly brushing against his sensitive pucker. He felt Will squeeze the fox's plump cheeks, and let his own member free from its rubbery confines. What exposed from his sheath was a feline-looking shaft, but it was all black and shiny. In fact, most of the tiger was now a deep shade of black and there wasn't a distinction where he was clothed and where he wasn't. Will aimed his member towards the fox's rear and pushed his hips forward forcefully. The tiger's thrust felt partially like hard rubber, but as if it had been melted down into the most wonderful gooey substance capable of solidifying under applied stress. Something in the back of his mind felt that this wasn't how tigers work, they're usually thick, firm and muscular, but his mind wasn't in a position to care properly anymore.

Aaron was in sensory overload. He couldn't comprehend what his sheath and long-ago-exposed shaft were rubbing against - the softest, slickest material he had ever felt. His mind couldn't completely comprehend why the tiger's tongue was suddenly all over the insides of his mouth and pushing deeper. The smell of latex had turned into a earthy scent of... wetness, with strong hints of male arousal.

He couldn't comprehend the sensations he felt all over and around his penis, sinking into the gooey embrace of the tiger's abdomen. Not even the sensation of something wet and pointy was probing against the tip of his shaft. It felt crawling towards his cockslit with a determined pace, and pushed itself inside. At first he was scared by the sudden intrusion, but the foreign sensation of something traveling down his urethra quickly pushed him into whimpering and moaning. A slick, wet, pulsing mass that caressed his most sensitive spots all at once, penetrating into places he didn't know existed inside his body.

What broke him a out of his trance was a sudden intrusion into his pucker by what felt like a similar tendril as currently lodged and pulsating around and inside his cock, but much thicker and harder. His deep-set worries about if he had prepared enough for this were quickly erased by how.. filling, absolutely stuffing it felt as soon as it entered him properly. It felt as if the member had found, adapted and stretched to fill every crevice, pulsing pleasure inside him.

"Ahhh, ammhh" moaned Aaron into the tiger's now-slickened mouth, which quickly turned into a gurgle. The tiger gripped him tightly and let his muzzle stretch out over the fox's open snout. The tiger's tongue had also transformed, and was now sneaking into the fox's throat, while the maw of the tiger crept up and up as the fox sank deeper into his gooey embrace.

With the last of his barely rational thought Aaron tried to turn his head, but felt only a stretchy, wet material of the tiger's slimy mouth covering it. It gave way a little, but bounced back into shape when Aaron relaxed his neck, creeping upwards slowly but surely. He would've been worried, panicked even, but all the sensations had turned his mind into a husk, desiring only pleasure, more of it and MORE as his snout sunk into the back of the tiger's awaiting throat.

As he could only feel his backside exposed to outside air anymore, the tendrils inside his urethra had found their marks. Aaron could feel them find his prostate and wrap around inside it, jolting pure, sweet pleasure into it with every squeeze and tug. He felt the tendrils locked in place and started to swell and cover every millimeter. All the fox could do was to whimper in high-pitched throaty gurgles.

The same happened inside his anus, the tiger's transformed member was expanding even further and pushing into his prostate. The combined sensations from the tendrils provided the fox with sparks of deep satisfaction he had never felt before and soon he reached his peak. He started to come with an intensity that made him writhe, convulse struggle, as if every single nerve ending inside him was stimulated at the same time in the most pleasurable way imaginable. In an usual situation, he would have covered some nearby walls with his seed, but now, with a slight glow inside the tiger's body, it disappeared and fed the tiger's lust.

Will was in heaven.

He had managed to catch and subdue his cute prey completely, and now it was time to enjoy all that he could. He let his slimy body conquer every inch of the fox, feeling him soften already where he had longest been exposed to the gooey tiger's embrace. The butt of the fox was soon the only thing visible to the outside world, with Will's member deeply lodged into it. He felt pure pleasure and dominance in how utterly he had claimed his fox, much like had taken the mouse before.

As he could feel the fox orgasming repeatedly into his tendrils, slowly they, the fox and the tiger's main body were becoming all the same. When the last of the fox's tail sunk into his gooey stomach, and only the fox's clothing could be clearly seen floating around the tiger's slightly translucent torso, he couldn't help it any longer. He let out a long moan and felt his body contract around the gurgling mass of what used to be the lovely fox he had met a few hours earlier. The vest and the shorts scrunched up with every contraction and disappeared completely, only a faint glow in their place. The contractions had squeezed the few remaining signs of the fox into just... more tiger.

After a short rest the panting Will's body started to return into his normal tiger form. He caressed his midsection with his paws gently, and whispered: "My sweet fox, I told you I play for keeps. Don't worry, I will definitely keep you around for more".

A small-ish gray wolf wearing round glasses and a few glowsticks around his neck and hands walked by, peeking slightly into the lounge. He blushed wildly at the unusual scene folding before him, but swiftly picked up his pace again, although with a very noticeable boner now leading his way.