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Having a day off was really wonderful and all but it's also something of a burden because my body was so used to waking up, getting ready and heading to the office. Since I didn't have to do that, I was thrown really out-of-whack and it took me a full minute after getting out the shower to think about what I was going to do with my free day today.

I could have gone down to the gym to try and pump a little iron but I really didn't feel up to doing any kind of physical labor first thing in the morning so instead, I decided to head down to one of the local beaches and do a little sunbathing. Drying off, picking out some suitable beach clothing, which was really just a pair of too tight jogging pants and a mesh t-shirt, I grabbed an extra large towel, a bagel from the refrigerator and then my car keys before heading out of my apartment. Going out and feeling the warm May breeze on my fur and looking up to see the cloudless sky above, I made my decision to head for Southside Beach since it was both the closets and the more frequented beachside where all manner of hunky guys hung out.

Going to my car, a blue two-door Sedan, I pack my towel in the passenger side, I pop the key into the ignition and then let the engine warm up before pulling out of the parking lot and driving down the nearly empty road. Looking down at my clock radio I saw that it was still early, 8:31 Am to be exact, so I would make it out before the morning rush to work and for that I was doubly glad.

The drive to Southside took about thirty minutes and once I got there I wasn't surprised to see that I had much of the place all to myself. Killing the engine and stepping out onto the pavement, I didn't stop myself when I lifted my nose and caught the scent of the seawater mixed with the smell of sand, asphalt, and morning breeze before letting my tail wag behind me and let a content smile spread out across my face. There was just something about the ocean that made me; I don't know how to explain it really, just happy really whenever I come out here. It was one of the reasons I chose to move down south instead of staying up north with family, because I could be out here and always feel at peace whenever I let my toes dip into the white grains of earth and listen to the rush of the waves sweep across the land.

Being one of those furs who liked to go without shoes, I walked with my towel in hand down the steps and onto the sand while smiling like a lunatic as the puppy in me came out. Looking around, I didn't see anyone so I chose to drop my towel onto the ground and then run out on all fours towards the sea. It would have probably gotten me carded to be doing such a thing if there were people around but sometimes you just wanted to say 'screw it' and go back to feral days of being open and honest about doing what made you feel good. The water was still pretty cold when I let my hands touch out over the cresting waves, I knew the fur on my back had to have jumped up in response but that didn't bother me none as I ran deeper into the water and then dove into the greenish-blue foam and began a few laps.

I know it was dangerous to do this when the lifeguard wasn't on duty, but hey, the worse that could happen was that I get swept away into the ocean and probably drown.

Nothing too serious.

I swim for I don't know how long, it might have been minutes but I was sure it had to have been closer to an hour. My legs were burning and my chest was heaving as I dove back and forth, close to the shore to be safe but far enough away to let the water rock me back and forth and make me earn every lap I swam. My ears had long since strapped themselves to the top of my head, but the saltwater still found a way to get into them making everything sound drowned out and muffled, as though I was living in a vacuum bubble.

Holding my breath and letting my tail hang behind me, trying to wrap it around my leg was useless and I would always envy felines for their ability to do that, I swam and swam until I finally felt the last bit of excess energy I had starting to fade. Letting my body go still and then floating up, I watch as several furs were starting get out of their cars and come down to the shoreline and knew that it was time for me to get back to dry land. Kicking out and padding back over, my muscles were yelling at me for putting stress on them so early in the day but I ignored them in favor of relishing in how good it felt to be so alive right now.

Getting back onto the sand, I do the age old canine tradition of shaking myself off, stopping myself as my head pulled down to my shoulder to lick the moisture free from my pelt, before standing up to my full height and lifting my ears up. It took several seconds for me to flutter the salty liquid free before the sounds of furs running around and trying to find a place to setup fully echoed into my ears. Looking over to see that my beach towel was still where I had left it, I make my way over and unfurl the cotton blanket before flopping down onto my rump and sighing in rapture.

The sun was well on its way to its zenith as I looked up through content brown eyes to see the mighty yellow ball of light reaching upwards in the bright blue sky. I listened as kids ran out from parked cars and dashed across the white sands with their swim trunks strapped on as parents tried to catch up while shuffling towels, parasols and food baskets underneath their arms. At times like these I could almost say that this was what paradise should be like. Laying back and letting the midmorning sun bathe over my black and white fur, I try not to yawn too loudly as I stretch out and let my eyes drift close while trying not to fall asleep.

I wasn't sure how long I lat there, but it must have been some hours though, because when I opened my eyes next I found my head turning just in time to see a beach ball rushing towards my face.

Then there were stars dancing in front of my eyes.

Throwing my head back on impact I couldn't stop the canine yelp that burst free from my lips, nor the shock of red that seeped down my nose as I started to bleed from my nostrils. What can I say; I'm sensitive and bleed easily. However, I didn't bother to get upset because in the next second someone was coming over and ushering over me.

"Hey man, like I am so sorry. Are you alright?"

The voice was thick with an accent I wasn't familiar with and belonged to a hunky looking orca dude who was looking down at me while trying to profusely apologize with his eyes. The emerald-blue depths reminded me of the ocean and conveyed a lot of emotion so was it any surprise that I found myself spellbound in an instant by them? Not being able to choke up any words I was sure that my head bobbed as my eyes ran up and down the musculature of the other male with a hunger that I hadn't felt since I had my last crush back in high school. My brown gaze caught the sight of a pair of too tight trunks the orca had on that looked like they had been spray painted onto his smooth hide and my tongue flicked out of my muzzle in a desperate way as I was just itching to reach out and grab at the bulge therein.

"Oh, that's good. I was afraid I was going to have to pay for your hospital bill if you weren't." He said with a forced chuckle.

It was kinda cute in a way, because I could smell his nervousness, over the scent of my own coppery scented blood, and knew in that second I was going to like the guy. Usually, pretty-boy-Floyds like to come onto you when you seem defenseless and everyone else just like to play it off and go about their business when you told them that they weren't at fault. This guy on the other paw,

"Hey, you want to come and play some volleyball with me and my friends? We could use the extra player,"

"Sure." My voice was a little thick from the arousal I knew was getting to me but a cough to clear my throat got rid of that as I turned my head to the side and forced the air from my lungs through my muzzle in a set of heavy barks. "I'd like that."

The larger male, as he was pretty large once he stood up from kneeling down next to me, he had to have been at least seven feet of killer whale over my five foot five inch doggy frame, offered me a hand up and I took it easily while at the same time marveling at the strength of his grip as he hauled me up then turned to look over at where his friends were. Meanwhile, I was looking around at the now fully filled beach and blinked in wonder at how long I had been out.

"We're over there by the rocks. Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys,"

"Don't you want your ball?"

"Huh?" The orca turned to look at me in confusion and I smiled and licked my lips, trying to get at the now drying red stain on my nose, and pointed to the red and yellow beach ball that had assaulted me.

The guy turned his head down and seemed to regard the object in confusion before reaching down and picking it up and then chuckling in embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah, don't want to forget this! Ha...ha...ha..." The forced laugh was so unconvincing that I had to chuckle in spite of it.

"Hey, you don't have to be nervous around me. It's okay if you like me like that. I'm a tailifter too." I said before walking over to where several other hot looking guys were standing and looking towards us impatiently.

"W-WHAT?!" His voice jumped several octaves as he strode next to me and looked frantically around like he had just witnessed a murder. "I-I-I'm not...g-gay!" I turned my head to look at him while smirking deviously before pointing a claw down at his beach shorts.

The orca dude looked down and then noticed the bulge that was pressing out from his groin before lowering the beach ball down and covering it from view.

"You know, it's not something to be ashamed of. And it's really not something you can lie about to a canine." I pointed to my nose and then took a heavy whiff just for show. "The nose knows. And actually I think you're kinda sexy myself."

We get over to where his friends had set up a large volleyball net just in time for him to stutter and try to say something to the contrary.

"What happened to him?" A muscular alligator wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of black shorts asks as he looked towards his flabbergasted friend and then to me.

"I just outed him." I say casually, which may have not been a smart thing to do since I really didn't know these guys to well and weren't sure of how they would respond.

"Oh, about damn time someone did. We've been trying to get Clarke over here to bring his whale-tail out of the closet for two months now. Thanks stranger." The 'gator walked over to me and patted my shoulder, making me grunt from the heavy feel of his hand dropped down like an anvil onto me, and then went over to snap his friend out of his stammering daze.

"Get over it, man. You've been gay since second grade now hand over the ball and let's play." The alligator snatched the ball from the orca and then went back over to get back into place.

I guess those two must have been really close because in the next second Clarke, I may as well use his name too since I knew it now, let out a growl similar to a canine and marched over to get back with his place. The only other people in their group was a slim looking kangaroo who was bouncing on the balls of his feet in readiness to play next to a very big and very buff looking dog, whose species I couldn't place at the time. I wasn't sure and wasn't impolite enough to ask so I settle for going over to the sidelines, why Clarke he had asked me to come over when they had enough players I could easily guess, and then sat my tail down onto a smooth rock and watched them play.

The sun was well up into the sky by now and as I looked between the four of them smacking the free-floating volley ball back and forth amongst them, I picked up on the little unsaid hierocracy and personalities of the group without really meaning too.

The leader was definitely the alligator, he was the one who was doing all the talking and shouting and laughing while at the same time he was heading the game off to which the others simply bowed their heads and accepted without question. Though he had the same dark green tint of his species, with the long pointed snout with a gold ring clipped into his left nostril, he was pretty big for a 'gator and had to have been standing at about six foot eight inches, though smaller than Clarke, I got the distinct impression that he was the alpha male.

The second in command was the orca, I don't know what Clarke might have been like by himself but when he was with the others you could see that he took charge behind the gator and handled himself with a confidence that beguiled his former in-the-closet attitude. He didn't seem to even bother to look my way as he slammed the volleyball with the flat of his hand over the net and watched as it hit the ground just out of the kangaroo's reach. The smirk on his face was really something to see because it was full of pride and satisfaction but at the same time was very open and friendly. He didn't brag about scoring and didn't hold it against the 'roo for missing out but just seemed to know that he was the better between them and relished in it.

The next in line was hard for me to tell. I wanted to say the unknown canine was the gamma but he seemed so quiet and acquiescent around the others as compared to the kangaroo who mouthed off very quickly when he made a shot that swept passed the alligator's arm before hitting the sand and bouncing away. I guess there was some kind of rivalry between the 'roo and 'gator because both looked at each other with heated glares before Clarke got the ball back and prepared to serve it. So I guess the dog, or maybe he was a wolf, was the omega. The roo wasn't as big as Clarke or the alligator but he was filled with dense muscles packed into his muscled shirt and those wide hips of his just seemed to fill the pair of red running shorts he had on to the brim. The thick package inside of those cutoffs was more than a mouthful, at least from what I could see, because every time he moved just the right way I could see the outline of his sheath and balls, which were above said sheath as a testament to his marsupial nature. Short ears twitched on top of his head as he listened to the 'gator pop off and soon were standing fully erect as he returned the heated barb for one of his own.

Though of the all, I really had a hardon for that well-built piece of canine ass that hadn't said a word the entire time and wasn't shy about the fact that I wanted to feel my cock running deep into his bubble butt or maybe have his rooting up through my own tailhole. He had to have been something like six foot six feet tall, the 'roo being six and a quarter from the way he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, and packed with the right amount of muscles that I was trying not drool. He had a extra fluffy, but medium sized tail looked just perfect swaying over his firm gluts making him seem all the more tantalizing as he ran back and forth to try and keep up with the bouncing ball jumping through the air. And speaking of balls, from what I could see in his jogging pants that this doggy was definitely someone that had a thick bone to bury in someone's ass and a pair of swinging testicles that would fit perfectly on my tongue

Hey, what can I say, when you've got so much eye candy around sooner or later you had to sample some of it.

I really hoped he was at least bisexual and open to another male courting him. I hadn't seen a band on his finger and he didn't look like the engaged type. You know them, the kind that seems to be in lalala-land and walking on air. But then again, I wasn't sure. It's been such a long time since I last went hunting that my instincts were a little rusty.

"Heads up!"

I looked just in time to see a red and yellow orb growing wider into the front of my vision and reacted down to grab those formerly rusty instincts of mine before reacting. Opening my hand, I curled my claws together and then hit the volleyball hard enough that it sailed up through the air and then onto the cresting waves by the shore. Said waves took the ball with them back into the sea as four sets of eyes turned to look at me. I had the good sense to lower my ears to my scalp and look bashed then because I knew trying to get laid tonight had just gone the way of the dodo from the downturned lips on a few faces.

"I got it!" Clarke shouted and then dove off into the water to swim after their runaway ball.

It was then I wondered if that orca was part canine before chuckling and trying not to too feel too embarrassed. When Clarke came back with the ball, the seawater dripped off of his smooth hide making his ebony and ivory form look kind of like wet leather before padding over and getting back into the game. Everyone seemed to regard me with some kind of disgruntled awe after that point and it wasn't long before they finished their game, Clarke and the gator winning after the alligator smashed the volleyball into the kangaroo's face causing the 'roo to drop, face first, into the sand as the ball bounced leisurely next to him.

"Game. Set and match." Overconfident, I'd say so but hey, this was not my pack and I chose wisely to keep my muzzle shut.

"So what do you guys want to do next?" The roo asked as he got up from the ground and the rubbed his red nose. I knew that had to smart but the marsupial just seemed to shrug it off while walking over and taking down their volleyball net.

"I don't know. What time is it?" The canine asked and I stole a glance up at the sky.

"About two or three," I said.

All eyes were on me in the next second and I resisted the urge to curl my tail between my legs. As far as I was concerned, I had been invited and hadn't been told to get lost, so my opinion carried at least half a fuck.

"Well lets go over to the stands and get something to eat." The alligator picked up on the conversation again; my silent thanks to him, and once the net had been dismantled and taken over to where the beach management had kept a bunch of rental lockers, the four guys headed over to the stands while going over something important between them.

When not one of them came my way and ushered me with them, I figured that my presence was no longer wanted and quietly returned to my beach towel. The walk back over was like trying to move through highway traffic at five in the afternoon but I persevered and returned to curl myself back up onto my little spit of land and then ball myself up to take an afternoon nap. I chose then to put those guys out of my mind, but did relish in the single moment when a hunky killer whale decided to favor me with his smile. It was probably for the better anyway, guys like them were like the jocks back in high school. They walked their own beat and everyone else either got out of their or got trampled on as they passed you by.

Although that didn't mean that I wouldn't be having some good paw material later on that night. As soon as my eyes shut I was already trying not to get too big of a hardon as I muffled a moan into my towel and fought REALLY hard not to hump my growing cock into myself. That would have been way to embarrassing in such a public place like this.

Least to say, the rest of the afternoon was pretty much a bore and a noisy one at that. My ears were tipped down but I still caught every sound there was; kids screaming, parents yelling, the waves crashing and even the lifeguard blowing his whistle. All in all, it was a normal day at the beach and I was happy to be there but at the same time I won't say I wasn't a little disappointed. I guess that was the problem with being antisocial, I mean growing up I was the shy pup who never liked to get involved with everyone and chose instead to be into computers and comic books and the likes.

Having furs over to the house just seemed like such a bother and I suppose that I was paying the repercussions of that. I could have probably tried to tag along with those guys and been the fifth wheel to their group but I knew that would have been in bad taste, also the fact of the matter was that I was a really boring person and didn't have a lot of social knowledge about interacting with people, so it was probably better that I didn't bother anyway.

If I keep telling myself that then eventually that ache in my chest goes away, but I wasn't sure about the one in my loins though.

Finally it came time for everyone to get ready to pack up and go home. I know this because when I next opened my eyes the sun was dipping into the ocean and half of everyone still here was getting ready to leave. I wondered if I was part feline or something because these naps I was taking were really taking up a large portion of my life. Rolling over on all fours and stretching, I look towards the crimson colored sea and marvel at it. Nature was a really beautiful thing and I wondered if I could take a chance to go and dip into it before deciding against that idea. The saltwater that had been in my fur from before had long since crystallized and made my pelt feel heavy so the only place I was determined to go was to my shower and then to my computer.

Getting up and bundling up my towel, I head over to where I had parked my car and tried to mull over what I should have for dinner tonight when I notice two guys waving in my direction up on the parking lot. For a minute I wasn't sure what to think, I turned behind me just to be sure if they were waving at me or not and then turning back to them my sleep fogged brain registered the two as the orca and his canine friend from earlier. My traitorous tail started to wag in glee and my uncontrollable feet had me running over to Clarke and the other guy before I could think about it.

When I got up over there to them, both of them watched me with a mix of emotions on their faces and I had to stop and think about why they were still here. No way could they have been waiting on me.

"Hey, we were looking for you."

Sometimes it's really feels good to be wrong.

"Oh really? I thought you guys had gone home for the day." I pad over to Clarke and try to calm my tail as it flagged behind me restlessly.

"We thought you were going to come with us to the food stand but Malcolm over here guessed that you had gone back to your spot since we hadn't asked you to come with us. Sorry about that by the way."

"Hey, man. No problem. It's not like we know each other or nothing so you don't have to worry about it."

"Cool then. Hey, we were going out for a drink in a minute, you wanna come with?"

I had to think over this. I really don't drink and I can barely hold my alcohol, but this was the best open invitation for a date that I could have asked for. Though looking down at myself, "Uh I think I'll need to take a rain check on that. I came out here in nothing but this and I'd have to go all the way home first just to get changed."

It was the truth, but it was also me being my old antisocial self.

"Hey, that's no problem. The bar we go to is right next to the beach and they don't mind guys wearing their beach clothes, actually prefer it really."

"Really? Huh, must be a new place then." Listen to me trying to talk like I know anything about clubbing. "Ok, well I guess I'm following you guys then."

"Alright. We're in the blue car over." With that said the Clarke and the very silent dog walked over to the vehicle.

I wondered why Malcolm hadn't said anything the entire time but I guess he was really personal like that, either that or really shy, but I didn't linger on the subject too long.

I had the closest thing to a date that I could have asked for. No way in hell I was going to let this slide by.

Getting to my car and throwing my towel into the seat next to me, I switch on the ignition and let the engine rumble to life before watching Clarke get into his car, or atleast the driver's seat and then pull out of the parking area. I follow a second later and soon we were driving through the busy streets of the city to somewhere I could only imagine. What kind of place wants people to come in their beach clothes, after all you smelled like the ocean, your fur was dense with salt, and you were probably halfway to being tired by the time you got there.

To show what I know about going out, when we got to the place it was fairly empty, making it easy to find a place to park as I pulled next to Clarke and then switched off the engine. Getting out, and trying hard to stare as I watched Malcolm walk over to the place with that round ass of his just seeming to wiggle in place and that tail hike up just for my pleasure. Either he was really teasing me or I was really desperate.

The three of us walked right into the place, called the Summer's Salon and it was not at all what I was expecting. In the dark part of my psyche I had been thinking of naked guys with slightly water soaked forms and maybe even a few muscle studs walking around without pants on, Clarke said they had to have shirts, he didn't say that had to have bottoms. However, the more logical part of my mind thought that maybe it was going to be like a gentleman's lounge with guys and a few females walking around and sharing a few drinks and maybe even some low tunes. What I got what something else altogether.

"W-what is this place?" I found my voice squeaking as I look around and felt my cock throb in time with the beat of my, now wildly, slamming heart.

All around me were guys in thongs and glistening wet while heavy music pounded from speakers and lights flashes red, violet and azure like some kind of bizarre disco. I turned to look at Clarke and Malcolm and found that they had disappeared, leaving me alone and defenseless in the face of my wildest fantasy.

"I take it that you're new here?" A voice said from behind me and when I turned I found a wall of muscle looming in front of my nose

Looking up I gape and wonder how much of a fool I looked like as I get a knowing smirk from the guy in front of me. He was a giraffe that looked like he had been born to a pair of weightlifters. All I could see was muscles on top of muscles on top of other muscles. His arms had to have been as big as my thighs and his chest looked like it had been chiseled from marble. His fur was short and standard colors for his breed with the orange and yellow interwoven like some kind of tapestry and just as my eyes were trying to travel lower, my good sense of modesty kicked in and I snapped my head back up.

"Uhm...yeah? I...think..."

"Hahaha. Don't worry about it. Most guys who walk in here do exactly what you are doing for their first time. Not easy for someone to walk into a strip club without either going gaga or running out screaming." He put a hand onto my shoulder and walked me over to a table where I found Clarke and Malcolm's other friends, the 'gator and 'roo, sitting down and nursing over two drinks. Pina Coladas, from what my nose told me, and soon I found myself sitting down in an empty chair right next to them while the giraffe went to haul over a waiter.

"Uhm, hi?" Again, new territory for me and I felt like I was bordering on the edge of danger because of it. I'd blame it on ancestral instincts later.

"Yo, missed you at the food court." The gator said and all I could do was shrug helplessly.

"Didn't know I was invited,"

"Yeah, we figured that one out later. So, who invited you; Clarke or Malcolm?" The alligator took a hit from his drink and then set it down before smacking his lips audibly.

"Clarke."

"I figured as much. Thanks for getting him out of the closet again. I've been trying to tell him that's he'd gay but he just puts it off. Nice to have someone else make him see himself for who he really is."

"I'm not sure if that was ok. I mean, I barely even know the guy. I actually thought he was trying to hit on me."

"He was he'd just in the closet so long he kept trying to play at being straight, even after coming out here to work,"

"Work?" I look up to see the giraffe coming back over with a bovine waiter dressed in a white thong and nothing else.

"He didn't tell you that he works here?" The 'gator asked while looking hard at me.

I just shrug again.

"Oh man. He's pathetic. You do know that this is a gay strip joint, right?"

"I'd guess that after looking around at the lack of dress going on in here." I turned my head and watched as several men went around and took drink orders while others carried glasses from the bar back to tables where bunches of guys in swim trunks and cutoff shorts talked and rambled in groups of no less than three.

I looked up at the waiter and then shook my head when he asked me what I wanted to have.

"Hey, get you something." The alligator said while ordering another Pina Colada.

"I'm alittle broke today." It was lame but true.

"Don't worry. I'll have him put it on Clarke's tab."

"Alright. Uhm, I guess I'll just have an Apple Daiquiri." Just because I don't drink doesn't mean I won't try something new.

Everyone ordered something else and then the lights started to dim. The DJ came on the loudspeakers a second later and pulled all eyes from what they were doing to look up at the stage when the music changed and the beat grew heavy with a sensual kind of intensity. I felt my tail twitch and my ears jump up fully onto the top of my head before a flash of red light had my eyes focusing on a dark form on the stage. At first, I couldn't really see any distinguishing features of the person on stage but when the red light shifted to a bluish color and then an emerald green my jaw just dropped as I watched the muscular form of a certain orca rolling his head and shoulders while strutting his stuff out onto the stage.

Body glowing with a sheen of oil, Clarke swung his wide hips and let his massive tail wave up and down behind him as he began to grate himself to the music and put on a show that had me hard as a rock in my swim shorts. I knew I had my muzzle held wide open enough so that it could probably hit the floor but I didn't care. When that hunky male whale started to dance with the increasing tempo of the song the DJ put on, my heart hammered against the inside of my chest as my eyes zeroed in on to Clarke's thick bulging white thong. The orca didn't seem fazed as he became the focus of every male in the club and as he let his lips pull up into a teasing smile I could have almost sworn he was looking directly at me as he gave a lustful wink. Turning around so that the audience could see the treasure line of that was stretched tightly against the crack of his twin cheeks, a heavy growl built up in my throat as I began to pant and shuffle my hips in my seat to try and keep down my rising arousal.

For a guy that didn't think that he was gay, I had a hell of a time trying to figure out why Clarke was up there rolling his hips and dipping his thighs so that everyone got a chance to see all of his perfect musculature on display. Opening his mouth, an echoing wail of pleasure bounced off the walls of the building as Clarke reached a hand down and began to rub off his thickening cock. It sounded so beautiful but at the same time, so haunting. I reached a paw up over my chest and rubbed at myself as I could feel the whale's song resonating inside of me. My entire body thrummed with excitement and I barely clocked the hand reaching down and rubbing at my groin as I continued to stare at the orca slowly sliding down his thong to reveal a long, thick cetacean phallus that had to have been about a foot and a half long and pulsing in the shimmering lights coming from the ceiling.

Unconsciously, I reached down to bat the hand away and wrap my own paw around my hard length, but when said grasp returned I looked down at find a bright orange and yellow spotted palm rubbing me through the cloth of my shorts. Following the appendage upwards to its owner, I yelp slightly as two warm lips descend onto my muzzle and then brush a very large and very warm tongue onto my lips. Blinking, I open my maw on instinct and let said organ rove upwards and then down as I share one hell of a hot kiss with the stud of a giraffe that I had almost forgotten about. The grip on my cock intensifies as the other male starts to paw me off with well-placed strokes of his warm hand before reaching over the rim and digging in to get at the goods that he had been toying with. I moaned and arched up as I let my lust take over and before I could stop myself I found myself reaching up and tugging at the ungulate's head as I force my tongue in between his lips and dominate him, for as much as someone half his size could anyway.

The show goes on, I could tell even from being halfway distracted as by the unknown male's caresses through half lidded eyes, with Clarke taking down the scant piece of material full from around his waist and then tossing it aside. Reaching down with both of his hands, the orca lets out another one of those echoing groans like songs of his and then begins to tug, pull, tease, thrust and all out fondle himself in front of the frenzied crowd of males that were coupling with each other hot and heavy around the room. My eyes ran towards the bar and watched as the bartender kept his focus on cleaning his glasses and seemed half interested in what was going on in the club, but I did happen to spot a slim tail waving up in the air and a pair of long, fluffy ears twitching from beneath the edge of the bar. Chuckling somewhat, I return my focus to looking into dark brown eyes as the nameless giraffe continued to stroke me off before pulling his head back from out kiss and nuzzling the edge of his snout underneath my chin.

I could smell his want rising from his short furred body the same with his sweat and musk and I barely had enough time to contemplate about the sturdiness of the table we were sitting at before I was suddenly released and then left with an aching hardon. It was like one of those things in the movies where the woman has gotten the guy all hot and bothered and then decides she had to go and powder her nose. I sat there in a mild daze as I watched the bigger male get up from his seat and then lick the palm of his hand where my canine musk probably lingered onto the pads of his fingers before seeing him walk off into the darkness of the club without a word. I actually sat there for a hot minute as I tried to get my head screwed back on straight, failing miserably as my needy cock began to throb painfully in between my legs with the cusp of my knot starting to harden and plump up to its full girth.

Letting out a canine whimper I turn to shakily pick up my drink when I look to see the alligator sitting back in his seat with a smug smile with his folded arms behind his head. I didn't see the 'roo but listening through the music and the groans of all the other males around me, I distinctly heard the sounds of wet sucking coming from beneath the table. I didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on right then. Silently excusing myself from the table I limped my way over to where I had seen the giraffe walking, praying that it was the way towards the bathroom because without the bigger male around I felt very self-conscious about stroking myself off while everyone else in the crowd had some to mate with. Well, everyone except for Clarke who was now on his knees and shoveling two broad fingers into his rectum while moaning aloud. The muscular killer whale seemed so at home on his knees, broad tail flagging upwards and sweating enough to make his body almost shine in the light as the oil and perspiration mixed together on his taunt hide. What I would have killed for to be able to get up there and ride him all the way to both of our shared climaxes, but right now I had more plausible matters to attend to.

The darkness hid a featureless door which I pushed open and then found a long, draft hallway lining my vision. Feeling the cool air tickle at my fur I stand there for a second as I wonder where the giraffe had disappeared to before I raise my nose up and sniff out the scent of the runaway ungulate. Stepping through and shutting the door behind me, I scent the fresh odor of male pre, not mine of course as I was liberally dripping the stuff from between my legs, and then follow it to where I hope that guy had gone off too. I wasn't sure if I would get caught while doing this but at the same time I really didn't care. The worse that could happen would be that I get put out, at least in my mind, having no idea at the time that if I had been caught...that I probably wouldn't have been walking out of the club under my own power, as I made my way to where I smelled the giraffe's precum the strongest.

Finding myself standing in front of another door I didn't bother to hesitate as I reach for the knob and then throw the barrier open without thinking. What I found instead of the person I had been looking for was a familiar that was currently rolling around on a plush looking bed as if trying to wake up from out of a nightmare.

"Hey, Malcolm?" I know I had to have sounded really unsure of myself but that was only because my arousal was mixing with a morbid curiosity as I saw the bigger dog humping up onto the bed and groaning in what sounded like pain.

My feet were moving again before I could help myself and I walk into the red carpeted room and then over to where I could place my paw down onto the muscular dog's shoulder. Just as I was getting ready to call out to him again, a strong hand whipped out and grabbed at me, yanking me down and then curling me up underneath a feral looking and drooling canine.

"Malcolm! What the hell are you d-" And that was about how far I got before the buff canine drove his snout down onto my own and then kissed me with an intensity that beguiled anything that giraffe could hope to muster.

I was spellbound for a second time within the hour as Malcolm fully explored my muzzle with his tongue and ran that heated organ over my fangs and down past my tonsils, almost as if he was trying to coax every last breath from my lungs. My hips wiggled underneath him, whether to get free from the bruising grip of the other or to shimmy off the offending shorts that were dipping low onto my waist, I'm not sure, but when Malcolm broke his kiss and looked down at me with the glowing eyes of his I knew I was hooked. The other canine didn't bother with formalities or pleas, he simply reached down and ripped the cotton material free from my hips and then did the same with my mesh shirt before leaning his nose down and sniffing at the fur along my chest. Somewhere between Clarke's exhibition back up front and now the sweat from my body had to have washed away some of the salt from the ocean from my fur because when next I looked Malcolm was parting his lips and licking the V of my abdomen and making my fingers curl up into a fist as I tried not to moan as sultrily as I knew I was doing. Damn, I never knew you could get someone so hot just from licking at their chest, especially with how dense my pelt was but somehow Malcolm was doing even better than that.

Holding me down on top of his bed, the hunky dog swept his organ over my body again and again, making me croon and hiss as he took one of my nipples, surprised he could find one of the nubs, and then bit down hard enough to make me yip in pain. My tail wagged underneath me endlessly as Malcolm grunted and nibbled at me so painfully tender that I felt like I was standing on the knife edge of orgasm from that touch alone. Pulling away from one and going to the other, I yelp and hump up into him before dropping back to the mattress and panting loudly. My throat felt syrupy thick as I tried to utter out some kind of appreciation for what he was doing but I realized that none was necessary because at the same time, the bigger dog's maleness was drooling onto my leg and readying itself to take us both to another level of ecstasy all together.

Thrusting up onto me, I felt the heavy weight of Malcolm's balls slapping at the underside of my own scrotum that I relished in the fact that I was about to be stuffed full and filled deep by this dominant canine. Not even waiting for any kind of formal warning, I lift my legs up and curl them around Malcolm's sides before tugging the canine closer to me and letting out a hard bark of want for him to breed me. He jerked for a moment and then pulled away from my pebble hard nipples to stare at me dead into the face with golden eyes that looked almost sinful in the dim light of his room. Still holding my arms down and pinning me at his mercy, I tip my head back and lower my ears on to my head before whimpering out and rubbing the edge of my cleft along the length of his cock. The wet, slickness of his pre coated shaft was fiery hot as Malcolm shifted his pelvis to shuck an angle that we rocked along together with each other before a gentle bite at my shoulder stilled me and a burning lance of flesh poked at the center of my backdoor.

For the record, I had only been taken once and that was back in college. The majority of my life had been filled with a lot of kinky fantasies and online purchased dildos but none of them could compare to the girth, and force of a living male slamming up into your anus and spreading you open to such a degree that you actually could feel every vein on his shaft rub up against the tender muscles of your rectum as he claimed you for his own. The heat, the feel, the knowledge that this mightier male now had me at his mercy was made even sweeter by the fact that this was a moment made consensual by surrendering of myself to Malcolm and his acceptance of that surrender in turn. I let out a low moan that sounded foreign in my own ears as the muscular canine sank himself fully into my somewhat, unprepared orifice...inch by inch by glorious inch. Malcolm had to have been more than ten inches in length and made four of my finger out together in width, having fingered myself numerous times in the shower I had come to know how much my body could take before it all became too much, however Malcolm didn't.

The larger dog grunted against my shoulder, his warm breaths tickling the fur there, making me shudder as an electric tingle ripped down my spine, as he continued to stuff me to the brim before coming to a stop completely in the next second. I felt so Full. I wanted to look down and see just how far connected we were to each other but Malcolm's head blocked my sights as he huffed into me while shuddering from exertion. I guess there was more power locked up in that considerable frame of his than I had given credit for because as he stayed there inside me, I swore that his body was giving off waves of energy that were just aching to run rampant through my smaller form. I guess that was a testament to how much he must have cared about me because I was sure that a male like him, given a willing mate would and could breed them hard enough to make the bed frame collapse in on itself.

I whine down at him and let my ears tip upwards to show my readiness for him to have at me; though Malcolm seemed to be trying to wait and hold back I was somewhat impatient in my ignorance of what he was capable of.

"Malcolm, you can go ahead now. I'm ready." My voice was soft and submissive, but he refused to move save for a few shakes of his broad head as he still clasped his maw onto my shoulder.

"Malcolm look up at me, please," The muscle bound canine does so, letting loose from my shoulder with a drooling lick before amber eyes gaze into my face. "Go ahead and fuck me. I'm not going to break on you." I say before leaning forward and licking at the tip of his wet nose.

The bigger dog lowers his ears and whines at me but my face must have said it all because soon I had to roll my head back as the thick shaft inside of me tugged free from my tailhole and slid out wetly from my hidden depths. Groaning and hissing, I clenched my toes and curl my fingers around Malcolm hands before gasping and moaning when he rocked gently back into me. All those times when I had dreamt about being taken by such a stud as Malcolm and made into a slutty female couldn't compare for the reality of what this canine was doing to me. My body felt like it was turning to goo in his hold and yet it was a heated goo that seemed to pool inside of my stomach and then out through my cock as Malcolm eased himself in and out of me at such a slow pace that it bordered on maddening. There was no rush between us and no need for urgency here, thoughts of the show outside of these walls and of someone coming in to check on us were so distant in my head that I barely grasped the idea of being interrupted from this wonderful moment of lying underneath this male.

My eyes fluttered open when Malcolm began to whimper and groan in time with his steady increasing hip thrusts. I looked up to see such a perfect male looming up over me with care and consideration in his eyes that spoke of his concern for me as more than just a piece of meat that someone would throw a feral dog. Malcolm looked haunted as he watched me for any signs of discomfort and I wanted to tell him without words that he wasn't hurting me. My instincts decided to do the job for me as my pelvis snapped backwards onto the bigger dog's cock while the muscles inside of my rectum clenched down and made Malcolm bark in surprise, having probably not expected such a thing to happen in that moment. He looked down at me and seemed to ask with his eyes, Are you sure, to which I could only answer with,

Yes.

Like the floodgates of a dam being opened, the muscular canine released my arms and then grabbed the sides of my waist before speeding up his thrusts and beginning to hammer down into me like the stud I knew he was. Our balls slapped together like click-clacks as Malcolm grunted and panted up over me while clasping me tighter around the sides and forcing my body to accept every nuance of his sexuality into me. I gasped and bit my tongue from the overload of pleasure. My cock had remained hard all throughout out sensual encounter but now I was spouting pre like a faucet as I readied myself for my first climax of the night. My knot was fully hard and I didn't stop myself from reach down and squeezing the tender oblong of flesh in preparation of shooting my load. I was one of those canines who couldn't get off from just stimulating my length but gained some kind of weird throwback genes where I needed to have the ball of flesh at the end of my maleness gripped almost painfully before I would cum.

Malcolm seemed to be in a world of his own as he bred me, mindless of my own pleasure except from the stimulation I got from hanging off the end of his dick. His lips rolled from the edge of his lips and sticky gouts of slime dripped down from his maw as the bigger dog went into a place full of sexual rapture that I could only dream about in the darkness of my room. Eyes clenched shut, Malcolm heaved me up by my waist to fully seat me in his lap, the breath coming from his muzzle was hot and heavy as I longed to stuff my tongue into his cavernous maw, but darned not in fear of those grinding teeth glinting in front of me, and then began to pull my form up and down his foot long spire to the point where nearly all of him made a sucking like sound as my insides clamped together in protest at tugging free of him.

I'm not sure what made me do it, maybe a deep need or maybe desperation, but my hands freed themselves from my knot and clasped together around the back of the bigger dog's back to pull us as close together as possible. My nose pressed deeply into his neck, I let the sweat soaked, musky scent of Malcolm's body imprint itself onto my nose before grinding myself into the fur of his solar plexus and humping for all I was worth. Malcolm didn't seem to mind as he pressed the top of his chin onto my head and then drove himself all the way up into my body to where the bulb of his inflated girth popped through the ring of my anus and sunk home. A yelp split the air and made the muscular canine snap his eyes open to look at me in fear.

Again, my instincts flared to life and I dipped my head forward before thinking about the repercussions and soon I was face into face with the dog I was giving myself to and sharing his very breath. Passions exploded between us as our eyes locked and something else between us synched together without notification as Malcolm and I became one in that moment. I pulled back to howl then as I ran my hips up over his fur several times before cumming and spraying my load between us in long, streaming arcs. Malcolm came next as he licked out over my face and then jumped his hips up into my tail and filled my to the brim with his white gold. It felt like fire was dancing in my gut as the bigger canine orgasmed with such intensity that I felt like I was being overflowing with part of Malcolm's soul in that moment.

When my orgasm stopped Malcolm's kept going and I felt the rumbling shudders of the other dog against my body as he turned to his side and then dropped the both of us down onto the bedding with a quiet thump. My fur felt like pins and needles as I received every drop of what this greater dog was giving, I wouldn't say that it was his love for me because even though I was sharing myself with him, I knew that I didn't love Malcolm, not yet anyway. No, instead I was maybe getting some of that hidden aspect of the other dog that wasn't allowed to see the light of day; that part that had secret desires and wanted to relinquish them to someone he trusted and maybe even respected.

The second Malcolm's orgasm ceased I knew it before he did and lowering my head I look between the both of us in amazement that not a drop of white was seeping out from the plug inside of me.

"Thank you," I look up to see Malcolm smiling at me with just the barest hint of his lips upturned in...relief maybe?

"Sure, maybe after this we can go back to my place and get to know a little bit more about one another?" While I didn't mind causal fucks, I had this overwhelming feeling like I didn't have to be his secret lover if I applied myself enough into his life.

"I'd like that." The muscular canine leans down and kisses me on the head and I lower my ears as I feel like a pup again.

"Hey, Mal. Clarke's finished and you're up...in...five...oh damn..." I snap my head to the door and look to see a familiar looking giraffe standing there with his mouth wide open and his groin starting to tent outwards in approval.

"Get out now Andrew, and maybe I won't kill you." Malcolm doesn't even look at the ungulate as he stares at me with serene eyes that spoke of unending violence planned for Andrew if he didn't vacate the premises.

I never knew that someone could move so fast as the next thing I see, after I blink, is the door slamming shut and a faint breeze blowing through the room. I turn to Malcolm and lift an eyebrow in question though press my lips firmly shut.

"I suppose that this would be a bad time to tell you that you just slept with someone who has both a very rap sheet and a habit of being very violent." He says in a ghostly whisper while tucking his ears to the top of his head.

"I don't mind," He just stares at me in awe then. "I think that you might just be worth being with, if you can turn that violent energy into something positive with me."

"You just met me and you trust me enough not to hurt you? Not that I would, mind you."

I reach up and press against my chest and rub over the cleft between my pectorals, "I trust you Malcolm, if for no other reason than because part of you is in here with me now."

"You're saying you're in love with me?"

"No, I'm saying that part of you became part of me just a second ago and I trust what I feel about you to want more of you in my life, that is if you trust me in return to try to come and understand all of you."

He smirked at that and leaned in to brush his lips against my ears, "You're crazy, but I think I'll grow to like that about you."