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Room 3621

By Televassi

It had been a whirlwind so far, as all good conventions were. Bumping into old friends, making new ones, and struggling to pin down a couple of elusive characters between hectic schedules. The bar was a hive of activity. The dealer's den a sprawling sea of stalls; full of colourful art and exotic wares. Despite best intentions, fiscal restraint was abandoned at the door. And of course, there was the tradition with the elevators: one broken down already, and at least a fifteen minute queue for the remaining stalwarts.

It was roughly 7pm on Saturday, and for the wolftaur Cordovan, tonight was his night to go big. Sunday would be a muted affair: packing before the long drive back home for work on Monday. He shuddered, feeling a chill ripple all the way through to the end of his tail, while each of his four paws felt heavy and leaden. Of course he knew all good things must come to an end, but he resented how it had started to intrude into the present, and doubled his determination to have all the more wild a night.

The current hour elapsed so far as planned: a quick refreshment stop in the brief doldrums between the afternoon's last events and before the evening got into full swing. Braving the elevators, Cordovan had grabbed an excellent burrito from one of the food trucks in the parking lot - a tip-off from a gaggle of coyotes complementing how the vendor didn't sky on jalapenos or hot sauce. Now with his hunger sated, he padded over to the heaving main bair, seeking some cool draught to sooth his pleasantly tingling tongue.

Careful of drinks waved here and here, the wolftaur weaved through the crowd with surprising grace, getting closer and closer to salvation before inevitably getting waylaid by a bunk of friends. Seated, sprawled between a crowded booth and a motley collection of salvaged stools, they barked, howled, and waved him over, wishing to share stories of the con so far. Teasing, Cordovan feigned irritation, before relenting and dragging all four paws over.

"How's it going?" The mix of furs chorused, canines, equines, cervines and vulpines shuffling seats and stools about to make room. Fortunately, Cordovan was quite content and comfortable to settle down on all fours, quipping that it was a perk of his taur body that meant he could get comfy sitting just about anywhere.

"Hey! Didn't you catch the history panel too?" The slight deer with white fur and curly blue hair asked. They hadn't met before - their badges read Cyan - but from the mutual smiles they both felt a 'click' that let conversation come easily. Or perhaps that was just fluidity of the whole con.

"Yeah, 5 to 6 in Arden. I had to dash out at the end so I could grab a quick nap," the wolftaur yawned, shrugging sheepishly. "Didn't hit the rest of the evening not at 100%."

"I thought you taurs were meant to have such stamina?" The deer teased, following up with a sweet smile and a good-natured laugh, while an extra print found its way to Cordovan's paws. It was quick to his lips, muzzle diving deep into the cool, crisp, and refreshing liquid in the fancy glass. He resisted the urge to finish, but thirst and lingering space from dinner made it disappear all too soon. After all, he was hoping for a long night, and even for a wolftaur's strong constitution, pacing was key when it came to it all.

"It was really interesting!" Cyan said, shuffling closer to the wolftaur. "They went through a lot of things I didn't know, but the footage from the old days - fursuits, art, schedules - that was really cool."

"Yeah," Cordovan nodded. "I heard they've actually kept some of those, in an archive somewhere?"

"Cool. I wish they had one of the old suits at the panel. I'd have loved the opportunity to have had a look, or attempt to try one on!" He laughed, wiggling his hoofed fingertips above his magnificent antlers, peace-bonded with blue little corks by Con-Ops. "Of course, the proportions would all be for humans, but yeah, I'd love to experience our history a bit more."

Cyan proceeded to flick through his photos, talking animatedly as Cordovan listened to the cute deer's research project.

"I still can't believe they managed to wear those things, nevermind for hours at a time," the wolftaur rumbled. "Certainly a different time before all our gene-mods."

"Yeah! I can't believe how lucky we are these days to actually have them," Cyan nodded, his head bobbing rapidly in time with the wiggle of his speckled blue and white nub tail.

"Change is wild. Who knows what it'll be like in a hundred year's time?"

"I wonder," Cyan shrugged, his mood quieting a little. "I just - well - feel for them. All those photos and videos the panel showed - they feel like they could have been yesterday, and I just kinda thought, how it must have been hard to have not become who you wanted to be."

Cyan sighed and took a larger gulp of his beer, watching on his phone as the archive footage played through on their display. According to the timestamp, it was someone in the late 2020's, and despite the dotting of fursuits, they were all indeed human, but the smiles, affection and warmth they radiated said otherwise.

"Perhaps," Cordovan began, "but I think, looking at them, they were happy and made the most of it." The wolftaur continued. "I mean, some dreams are always out of reach. I think about exploring distant worlds, but we haven't cracked FTL spaceflight yet, and I doubt they'll do that in our lifetimes... Doesn't make that dream any less worth it, and regardless of what, we've all got to make the best of it, and with the great people we find along the way."

Cyan nodded, some of the sparkle coming back to his pale blue eyes.

"You're right, thanks! I just... Well, I found it a little humbling, that's all."

"Nothing wrong with that, I kinda feel it too." The wolftaur smiled, wagging his tail. "And hey, wasn't it cool to see some things stay the same though - the badges, the cons, the art-"

"And the people and the parties!" The deer bleated in agreement, nodding enthusiastically as he leaned over and gave the wolftaur a fierce hug, leaving a dusting of bright blue fur over his grey and black pelt. Normally, the more stoic wolf would have flinched at such impromptu displays of affection, but the quick pint, and hard to pin feeling of closeness he felt with Cyan, made him embrace it.

"I suppose a lot hasn't changed," he smiled. "What's your plans for the evening?"

"Bar, just going to float and see who wants to chat. Feeling sociable. Might hit up the Night Market, or one of the dances. You?"

"Kinda the same. Just spending some time here chatting before heading up for some room parties..." the deer blushed even behind his white fur. "I thought you might be doing the same?" He shuffled closer, the rest of the group oblivious as the general chatter of the bar obliterated all but the closest conversation.

"Is that an invite?" The wolftaur shifted, glad he was sitting down.

"Could be?" The deer smirked, biting his lip. "Depends if you're into that sort of party... And I wouldn't want to be rude and pull you away from the Night Market, but if you say you're feeling sociable..."

"Depends. I'd hate to turn up overdressed," Cordovan chuckled. He let his tail wag behind him, enjoying, for once, the feeling of someone else bold enough to make the first move.

"Well, let's say as a proud wolftaur, you've already got the vibe," Cyan grinned, tilting his head subtly and running his eyes up and down his lower body, and the lack of pants on either section.

"They never really got the hang of making good looking pants for folks like me," the wolftaur grunted. "It's a relief here things are relaxed enough that I don't need to wear a long flowing wrap or some fancy dressage," he chuckled.

"Yeah, they didn't seem to have that in the

"Then again, they didn't have taurs, or furs in general," Cordovan grinned. He leaned closer to the cute deer, taking in the subtle curves under his skinny fit jeans and fish-net top. "So, what's the party?"

"A fun one, up on the suite level. Plenty of space for you, especially if we head up there now."

"Got the room number then?"

"Yeah," Cyan grinned. "3621."

"Oh boy," the wolftaur groaned, rolling his eyes. "Do you think that was chance, or a deliberate effort?"

"I dunno," the deer shrugged, brushing his fur. "But I do like the nod there. Up for a change of plans then?"

"Sure," Cordovan grinned. "I'd already hit up the Night Market yesterday."

The two said their goodbyes to the rest of the group, some giving knowing looks as they wished them a good evening, others expressing regret that their plans conflicted. As the deer and wolftaur filtered through the crowd mingling in the lobby, they made more conversation, speeding through the usual questions.

Where were they from? Turns out, different states, but closer considering they were both on the borders. How long had it been since they took the dive and got their gene mods? More or less a year apart. What were their favourite bands, books, and moves - it all seemed harmonious, and innocent enough conversation to disguise the growing pull between them while they waited for the elevator.

"Do you want to take the stairs?" Cyan asked fifteen minutes into the queue.

"Taur," Cordovan just shrugged, tapping all four paws in a discordant beat.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean-" the cute deer bleated.

"Am I your first one?" The wolftaur grinned. A shiver of excitement sped through him. "Well, I should say the whole stairs thing is fine - we're not Daleks," he joked. "But, with a carriage like mine, I'm pretty sure the stairwell isn't big enough for me to turn without causing everyone else issues."

"Heh," Cyan grinned. "I like a wide load," he whispered.

"I bet, and moreso." The wolftaur replied in turn.

Five minutes later they were rewarded with a lift, and, smoothly ascending up the floors until the doors chimed for their floor. They padded quietly down the lavish hall, whispering still while knowing glancers from other passersby affirmed they were on the right track.

The door to room 3621 was on the latch, half-ajar with the sound of further muffled chatter inside. Cordovan's heart thudded heavily in his chest - this was even beyond what he'd hoped for this night. The thoughts about the future drained away, and a giddy twitch came to his limbs as Cyan knocked on the door, hooftips clacking loud and clear. A hush rippled through behind the door while footsteps approached. The door swung open slightly, parting enough for the slender head and muzzle of a coyote to peer round, golden eyes flickering quickly between the two before widening in recognition.

"Cyan! Good to see you!" He said in a lyrical, cheerful voice. "And I see you brought a friend!"

"If that's alright," Cordovan added, nerves overtaking his excitement.

"Of course, of course," the coyote nodded, pulling the door wide open. "The party's just getting started. Best to grab a spot now in case things get too wild." He grinned, ushering them both in.

Cyan trotted in quickly, tail bobbing and a spring in his step, pulling the wolftaur across the threshold with a gentle tug of his arm. Stumbling forward, he took a moment to look at the coyote swiftly closing the door.

To say he was dressed was something. A white fishnet shirt adorned his chest, complementing beautifully with his dusty fur. Around his waist, flowing neatly across his hips was a similarly immaculate miniskirt, short enough the stop just at the curve of his rump - teasing what lay further within while still leaving the rest to the imagination.

"Welcome, welcome," the coyote nodded, wagging his tail slyly while ushering the wolftaur further into the suite. It was indeed, sizable - separated into roughly three walk-in rooms. It was smart and modern, but hard to tell what the original layout might have been. In some cases, furniture had been swiftly dismantled or pushed to the side if it got in the way. Of course the bed remained, with some tables and chairs dotted about the rooms at strategic spots. Some were empty, others already occupied with pairs and groups exploring more liberally with their paws. In one place even, some enterprising attendee had even assembled a swing, and where a large stallion tenderly strapped a smaller fox inside, kissing him on the cheek before murmuring the safeword, which was then duly conveyed to the coyote in white.

"See somewhere you'd like to settle?" Cyan grinned, slipping out of his pants. "I was feeling a little overdressed," the deer continued, tugging absentmindedly at his remaining fishnet shirt.

"You can keep it on if you like," the wolftaur replied, shuffling over to the side, where someone had donated some soft cushions for attendees to lounge on. "Considering I was already ahead of the game," he grinned, pulling off his shirt.

Without even asking, the coyote appeared, smiling happily while he took their clothes, folding them gently and placing them in a cupboard by the door.

"So you've got something respectable to stagger out in," the coyote said, returning. "I take it this is your first time," he continued, tilting his muzzle towards the wolftaur.

"Yes." He swallowed, eying the blue buck next to him. "I was kinda looking for a fun party on my final night."

"Oh no, leaving so soon?" Both the coyote and the deer sighed and shook their heads.

"Yeah, work on Monday. That's all I could get."

"Ah, well, that's all on us to make sure then you have a magical evening," he grinned. "So, what is it you're looking for? I should admit I've been eager to have a taur attend these years. You're quite rare, as gene-mods go."

"That so?" Cordovan grinned, noting the shy blue Cyan betrayed.

"Oh hush, you wouldn't have come if you didn't want to," the coyote replied. "And what you've got going on between you: cute! I love it." The coyote gave little time for them to dwell on it before following up. "So, what would you like to do? There's only a couple of rules: no means no, stop means stop, you know. You can set a safeword if you like too, or, if you don't wish to partake, that's fine. The bed in the third room is just for cuddles anyway," he smiled. "Main thing is to have fun."

With that, the coyote was pulled back to the door, answering the knock perfectly in time.

"He's really good at this," Cyan added, before the wolftaur could think of what to say. "He's been hosting these for at least a decade, and it's always the highlight of my con," the deer smiled, spreading his legs.

"I wish I'd had an invite before," Cordovan mumbled, feeling his sheath stir despite his nerves. He hadn't had time to consider what the deer might have been backing, but the buck was by no means a disappointment. Swelling already from a thick sheath was his impressive (as all are) horsecock. It was largely the same appealing blue that dotted his fur, his head and swollen flare matching, but beyond the thickening medial ring it grew darker, almost navy, until it was lost to the depths of his sheath. He looked delicious.

"No sense thinking about the past," Cyan smirked, "when the immediate future can be so much more appealing. And since it is your last night... what is it you would like to do?"

It was Cordovan's turn to blush, even beneath his thick grey fur. He admitted to himself he'd been curious about the Night Market not just for something more sensual, like the coyote or Cyan were wearing, but the far more carnal kind. As a taur, it was sometimes frustrating to get relief, especially when it seemed most furs looked to him to do the mounting. He'd been tempted by the allusions of masterfully crafted, and easy to use silicone sculptures, but now, sitting here, body supported by the silky cushions, he couldn't help but wish to experience the series of exotic shapes first-hand.

The quick pint he's practically gulped down was enough to loosen his tongue, pushed on by the greater, overwhelming desire to overcome such inhibitions. The positive, confident, relaxed air of the room was infectious.

"You to rail my tail," Cordovan whispered. "And then bring as many studs as you wish to have a turn while you recover."

"Oh my, you're a needy taur," Cyan grinned. His flare practically throbbed with his heartbeat - clearly racing at the thought of such fun. "Think you can handle this?" His blue horsecock throbbed, easily long enough, and thick enough, to give most a second thought.

"Honey," Cordovan smiled, tail wagging as his nerves ignited and burned with excitement. "I think the only hole that could take you would belong to a taur. I want to see you get excited about finally getting that monster ball's deep." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I bet that's the reason why we 'clicked' at first sight, isn't it?"

"Oh, I do love this side of you," the femmy buck grinned. "And to think you'd have spent tonight wandering the night market." He licked his lips. "I suppose I'll go canvas interest then. You get yourself comfortable then - you'll need a sturdy position to take what you're about to receive." The deer chuckled.

"No! Please, do your worst!" Cordovan whined, feeling whatever supposed weight his wolfishness bestowed slipped away. He was needy, ready to do whatever it took to sate the desire that had been building deep inside, barely acknowledged but always present.

"What do you have in mind?"

Instead of answering directly, the wolftaur scooped up the cushions beneath his taur body and gave a playful bow, lowering his forelegs while raising his rear aloft, arching his back while he raised his tail.

"Get the party started. Put on a real scene..."

Whatever else the wolftaur had to say was murmured deep into the pillows. Cyan throbbed eagerly, his flare already wide and leaking. He was too wound up to think about whether it would fit. He'd make it fit - that was the fun after all.

Conscious the needy display of flagging tail had already drawn some sly looks, Cyan grinned and walked around to face the wolftaur's presented rump, keen to make an impression. In all his time at such parties, he'd never been the centre of attention. He wasn't going to let that slip now.

Without hesitation, the buck got down on all fours before the needy taur, his delicate muzzle hovering before the quivering, exposed tailhole. Fuck, the pleasures of the flesh were divine. A thick, pursed tailoring twitched and flexed with every shivering breath, a true equine donut for sure. It started off an appealing, almost glossy black, but as it clenched in anticipation of his blue horsecock, he spied a deeper, maroon tone within: a seductive hint of the plush depths.

It was too much. Horsecock hanging between his legs, leaking thick drops of pre onto the floor, Cyan leaned forward and shoved his muzzle gracelessly against the heavenly entrance. His senses bloomed with carnal desire: the touch, the taste, the smell obliterating his conscious thought. He knew only one thing, and that was the desire to breed his hole. The others could take their turn after he was done.

Whimpering in wordless lust, the wolftaur pushes back against the deer's muzzle, coaxing his hot, wet tongue all over that sensitive hole. No part of him felt more important, the waves of please reverberating across that thick ring and arcing through his nerves like lightning. If he had one thought, it was pure anticipation for the coming moment, and his heart beat all the harder, flooding every fibre of his body with the potent cocktail of desire.

"You sure you want me to go hard?" Cyan growled, his lips still pressed against the wolftaur's donut tailhole.

"Break me." Cordovan quivered, but his words were crystal clear. He'd never been so certain.

Reluctantly, the deer rose from all fours and lined himself up. Dimly, he was aware he'd already attracted the eyes of several onlookers, while the coyote in white hovered close by: a bottle of lube in one paw, recording phone in the other like they were his regal, sacred vestments. Cyan waved aside the lube. He was going to take his wolftaur wild and raw. A thick, slick bubble of pre welled up from his cock. He pushed forward, his flare kissing that familiar equine ring. He felt such connection, and stroked his cock harder, feeling more of his need leak from within.

"Please." The wolftaur begged, pushing his hips back impatiently. "I need you..." He huffed and trembled. Stars, he must be so pent up - he hadn't even noticed his impressive canine cock pop free from his sheath, knot and all.

"Fine," Cyan grunted. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

He shoved his flare forward. It wasn't a hard thrust, but he didn't relent. His hips didn't move back a single inch, keeping that thick, broad flare pressed firmly against that unyielding donut. Slowly, he felt the tight ring relent, each spurt of pre coating it with yet more lube. Finally, with a sudden loud, wet pop, Cyan's thick flare popped within, the sudden change of pressure causing the dommy deer to bleat aloud, his own nub tail twitching wildly.

Stars...

The wolftaur barely even grunted as the thick horsecock slid further inside. It devoured the head, then the first inch, the second, the third. Cyan kept pushing, trembling in mad desire as his medial ring slipped inside with a similarly wet pop. But unlike every other time, where his unfortunate partner had to tap out, the wolftaur's rump kept going, further and further until for the first time, he felt his groin gently touch that shapely ass.

"Quick quick quick!" The wolftaur hissed, his warm, tick hole clenching firmly down on that sizable cock.

"Looks like you're going to make him blow," the coyote grinned, glancing at the drooling cock and swollen knot below. "Show that wolf what prey can do, stud," he huffed, struggling to keep a free paw off his own swollen sheath.

"Fine," Cyan grunted. He pulled his hips back, admiring how the wolftaur's tailhole tugged back against the loss of every inch, until only his flare remained. Pausing to admire his proud horsecock glistening the potent mix of their shared desire, Cyan dug his hooves into the ground determedly with a snort. He was going to give his new friend a fuck to remember.

The smack of his hips against that shapely wolftaur rump was loud. He felt his balls swing low, slapping against the canine's own. The sensation was overwhelming: he felt wild, he felt power, he felt dominant. They both felt so wonderfully alive.

The deer picked up a steady rhythm, fucking that wolftaur like he'd always wanted. There were no half-thrusts or pauses for breath - each movement a firm, smooth glide from flare to hilt, then back again. And that donut worked just as eagerly, clenching hard, showing no signs of slowing as the euphoria grew between them. Bodies trembled. Words came out jumbled. Ears barely twitched in recognition. But they kept going, forgetting their surroundings and spectators. What only mattered was the growing need between them, the inexorable tide, the coming moment where all sense of individuality quivered and dissolved into a sea of primal bliss.

Cyan knew the wolftaur started to spurt when the intoxicating scent of wolf cum hit his nose. He felt it too as it splashed against his hooves and legs. He kept going, feeling his own climax still build, determined to fuck every last drop of that lovely cum from Cordovan's balls. When his own climax finally came, he threw himself against the wolftaur's back, gripping his waist tightly for all the world. He drooled as he felt the first thick pump of cum shoot from his flare, the roar in his ears growing as every nerve tingled with bliss. He lost track of time - desperately humping short, erratic thrusts against that wonderful rump, wishing to give his wonderful lover every single ounce of love his body could muster.

Reality only clicked as he heard the coyote in white snap a finger in his ear.

"Ah, welcome back," he grinned. "Good to see you've broken into the deposit for the carpet," he yipped excitedly, pointing at the sizable pool of cum leaking from their joined hips.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Cyan bleated, trying to find a towel without pulling out and making more of a mess. Cordovan barely seemed to care, still riding that hazy wave.

"Don't apologise," the coyote pouted, waving a paw. "That's what the party suite is for! And I must say, you've done a wonderful job of getting the mood going." He nodded, pointing at the ring of twitching cocks around them.

"Now, if I'm right," the coyote cooed, rubbing a paw against his slender ears, "I heard someone say they wanted to be filled by as many studs as possible while someone recovers." He pointed back to the group behind him sporting some seriously thick knots and impressive cocks of all shapes and sizes.

Gingerly, Cyan pulled himself from the wolftaur's still raised rump, blushing as his flare popped out with another spurt of cum. The feeling was short lived, noticing how he'd succeeded in making his new friend gape so.

"Well?" The coyote in white prompted, handing him a cold beer and popping off the bottle cap. "You're the one in charge."

Taking a swig of the cold, refreshing drink, he ran his eyes over the interest. Of course they'd all get a turn, but in his heart, he felt the best way to follow up was to witness a thick knot pump in and out of that hole.

"Well... since you've been such a wonderful host..." He smiled, kissing the coyote on the cheek. "Someone's going to have a hard time sitting still in the car tomorrow." Cyan grinned, lining the coyote's pink cock up with that cummy hole.

Cordovan only groaned in approval. For the first of that night, he couldn't even comprehend the future. Even as the evening inexorably grew into the early hours of Sunday morning, the relentless love promised to banish all sense of time for good.