Pink feat. Shard and Rayne
Pink feat. Shard and Rayne
By Danath Shard & Rayne © VioletRosethorn
A good example of why I don't write first-person stories often.
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The cab pulled up to the club. The neon lights flashed brightly around the entrance, illuminating the clumps of people waiting behind the velvet rope to get inside - a few couples, but mostly males in groups of two or three. Most were dressed up - slacks and button-ups for the males; short, often revealing dresses for the females.
I was dressed as a member of the latter group, despite firmly belonging to the former.
Rayne's paw slid over my thigh and I turned my head to look up at him. He flashed a grin at me - a smile I knew all too well by now - and then turned to the cabby. He handed him a bill through the plexiglass slot, then we both got out of the cab.
It was humid out. With no wind, the scents of alcohol and musk hung heavy all around me as I walked next to Rayne up to the entrance. The bouncer waved us in, past the people in line. He grinned at Rayne as we passed and gave me an appraising look.
I looked ahead, avoiding his eyes, but I wondered why the bouncer let Rayne past so easily. Probably knew him personally, maybe they were friends. I didn't know much about the cheetah, and this was our first real date. Rayne's arm went around my shoulders casually. His wrist bent over my left shoulder so that his palm and fingers hung a bit over my chest, a few inches away from the hopefully sexy pink dress I'd chosen. A band of smooth, slightly shiny fabric wrapped around one of my black-furred shoulders. The other was bare, and the slant of the dress's chest-line hugged tight to my body. It curved of my slim belly and hips, which was where Rayne's paw had been earlier in the night after we'd had dinner.
The cheetah had teased me in the coatroom at the fancy restaurant he'd chosen. Rayne likes teasing me and I can't say I mind it. In the coatroom, with the bustle and buzz of the crowd just outside, he'd shoved me against the wall and groped my rump and crotch. He hitched my dress up, revealing the tight, lighter pink panties I wore underneath. One of his paws had stroked my thigh as the other palmed my growing erection, and all the while he had his tongue down my muzzle...
I'd emerged from the coatroom a few minutes later, hanging on his arm and using his jacket to hide the very un-ladylike bulge in my dress. My tail was going nuts - first it curled between my legs, then twitched madly behind me in a shepherd's hook shape.
Rayne acted the complete gentleman during the cab ride, for which I was thankful - I didn't want to pop another boner. With how tight this dress was, it was all I could do to keep my sheath tucked back enough when I was soft. I have the feeling Rayne likes it when people aren't sure whether I'm a boy or a girl.
I put dinner out of my head as we passed the club's entrance. Once through the doors, a wave of sound blasted my ears. Rayne leaned over and nuzzled the pink headband in front of my ears and stroked a paw down my back.
"I'll get us some drinks," he said loudly because of the noise. "There's a table over there."
He pointed and I took his jacket with me. The table was near the edge of the dance floor, which was already busy with people dancing to the rhythmic pop music. The floor was lighted from underneath in a colorful checkerboard style and dozens of other lights and strobes hung from above. The club surrounded the dance floor and the DJ booth in the center, which was sunk a few feet into the floor.
Outside the dance floor, the club was fairly dark. I could feel my tail twitching as I looked around, noticing how many people were around. A large bulldog in a pair of tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt looked like he was heading my way, so I ducked my head down and fiddled with my cell phone.
I jumped when I felt a paw on my shoulder, but it was only Rayne, back with a pair of red, fruity cocktails. I grinned at him as he leaned down to me, pushing my muzzle back with his. The kiss was brief, but enjoyable. I cast a quick glance back to check if the bulldog was still coming, but he'd disappeared.
Rayne sat down across from me and smiled. The cheetah's long arms were hidden under a sleek purple button-up. The top few buttons were undone, letting a little of his silky chest-ruff spill out. I licked my lips, tasting the lipstick I'd re-applied during the cab ride, and sipped my drink.
We didn't talk - it was impossible with the music blasting us. But he made his intentions clear, not that I had any doubts after the restaurant. His foot teased mine under the table constantly, stopping only when he went to get us more drinks. He sat next to me when he returned and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me firmly to his side as we drank. I rested my head on his shoulder and could feel the vibrations of his rhythmic, deep purrs.
I slipped my paw into his lap under the table. I felt bold, though it was most likely the alcohol, because normally I'd never do something like that. But I found the outline of his sheath under his black dress pants and gave it a teasing squeeze, then danced my fingers over his thigh, feeling the powerful lines of lean muscle.
Rayne's fingers squeezed my shoulder more firmly, then he abruptly drained the last of his drink and stood up. I barely had time to finish mine before he pulled me onto the dance floor.
I was definitely feeling the drinks - the last one had been my fourth of the night, counting the ones with dinner, and I was a lightweight. Dancing was fun, especially with the athletic cheetah. His paws rested on my hips and I kept my fingers lightly on his elbows as we shook our hips and flicked our tails to the beat of the peppy music.
The song ended soon, though, and a slow-dance started in its place. Rayne's paws gripped me firmly and pulled me close, forcing my small stomach against his hips. He rested his chin on top of my head, between my ears. I slipped my arms under his, around his back, and rested my cheek into his chest. I could feel his purrs as we danced around the floor, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so warm and content. His fingers wandered too, until he was cupping my butt with both paws and lifting me onto my toes.
I felt my sheath twinge and tried to push away, not wanting to get hard, but he growled and nipped my ear, then squeezed my hips in even harder, making my sheath grind into his thigh. I gasped and flicked my ears away, but then he had his paw on the back of my neck. I stared up at him, mouth half-open, eyes wide. His eyes were narrow slits, burning with desire, and I shuddered involuntarily. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me... my heart pounded in my chest and my muzzle went dry.
He solved the last problem as he lowered his mouth to mine. His warm tongue slipped past my lips. I could taste him as his fingers clutched me close, taste his hot breath, feel his tongue slide over mine. I must have been whimpering pretty loudly because he pulled off quickly and shushed me. He was about to back away from me, as the slow song had ended and a poppier, faster one played loudly through the speakers.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. He looked at me questioningly and my ears flattened to my skull as he pressed my muzzle into his chest.
"Uh... don't move for a few minutes," I mumbled.
He laughed loudly and kissed the top of my head, but instead turned around and pulled my arms around his hips, then walked off the floor with me behind. His long tail hid my hips - and the bulge in my skimpy dress.
Instead of going back to our table, however, Rayne pulled me towards the restrooms. He abruptly left me behind, in the dark, narrow hallway, as he opened the door and went inside. A few moments later, the door cracked open and his paw shot out, grabbing mine.
I yelped as he dragged me inside, but the hallway was fairly secluded - I don't think anyone noticed.
The bathroom was small. Two urinals and two stalls on one side, with three sinks on the other. A large mirror and a few dim lights took up the other wall. Rayne pushed me in front of him, then got me into the stall in the corner. He closed and locked the door, then shoved me up against it.
The cheetah was aggressive. I felt his claws slide through my fur and shivered as his long pink tongue slid down my cheek. Before I knew it, he had my dress hitched up and my tight panties pulled down. His paw gripped my cock and I nearly came right there. I hadn't felt so hard in a long time, and the thrill of doing it in the bathroom like this...
We both froze when the door opened. Shoes clicked over the floor, then the stall door next to us opened. There was a loud zip, then a red, half-hard cock shoved through a padded hole in the stall wall.
I stared at it, then up at Rayne, who smirked down at me and nodded his head towards the gently pulsing cock. I whimpered again and shook my head, but Rayne pushed my muzzle down towards it. He moved behind me, so that in the small space of the stall, my exposed rump ground against the front of his slacks. I could feel his hardness and groaned lustily.
Rayne's fingers pushed the back of my head down, forcing my muzzle to rub over the thick cock protruding through the glory hole. I turned my face and saw Rayne's muzzle. The larger cheetah was staring at me like he'd just won the lottery or something, and the his fingers quickly turned me back towards the shaft hanging half-hard into our stall.
I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out. As soon as my little pink tongue scraped across the top of the shaft, it grew thicker and harder, and soon stood straight up. Black sheath-fur poked partly through the hole as the owner of the cock groaned eagerly from the other stall.
There was a zip behind me and I tried to turn to see what Rayne was doing, but his paw gripped my head even more tightly and pushed me forward again. I shuddered as he moved my lips across the shaft.
The scent of musk flooded my nostrils as the grunt on the other side of the wall deepened. The pounding pop music from outside the bathroom went silent, drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears. I heard someone mewling softly and realized, after a minute of lipping and kissing over the smooth skin of the throbbing cock in front of me, that I was making the noises.
There was a sharp prod under my tail and then Rayne was inside me. I opened my muzzle to cry out, but the cheetah's paw shoved my head down, forcing me to take the cock sticking through the hole deep into my muzzle. The tip choked off my cries as he pushed in hard. It wasn't exactly painful, though the cheetah had a decent-sized shaft, and he used some kind of lube to make it nicer for me. It was more the surprise factor. Within just a few minutes of coming into the bathroom, I was choking down a stranger's cock through a glory hole while a handsome, muscular cheetah went balls deep on my rump.
Rayne's fingers pushed my tight pink dress higher. His fingers dug into my sides, caressing my soft black fur. I pulled my muzzle back and managed to get a few breaths in through my nose before Rayne's paw pushed me back down over the shaft in front again, until my nose ground into the wall dividing the stalls. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my throat and rump, to go with the flow, but it was hard not to clench up as the cheetah's thighs swung heavily into my skinny butt.
I heard two growls. One was low-pitched, probably canine, and muted. The other, from behind me, was Rayne's sharp, feline noise of lust. His fingers grabbed the base of my tail and squeezed, pulling upwards and forcing my onto my tiptoes as he buried himself inside me again. Rayne leaned over and, through the haze of desire, I heard him whispering into my ears.
"You, my pretty little Shard, are such a sexy fucking thing..."
My knees went out and I almost fell, but Rayne's strong paws caught my hips and jerked me back up. He thrust hard and heavy, almost abusively, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. He hadn't been this rough before, but it was fitting. Something about the semi-public nature of sucking a dick through a glory hole while a strong, handsome cheetah banged my brains out made me want to keep this scene going for a long time.
Something had to give, and surprisingly it wasn't me. The thick red cock in my muzzle swelled alarmingly, then blasted a torrent of cum into the back of my throat. I pulled off, hacking and gagging. Fortunately, Rayne's paws were too busy holding me up to push my head back down on the spurting cock, but I was so close with nowhere to go that most of what hadn't pumped into my muzzle sprayed over the bridge of my nose and my cheeks. I turned my head, keeping my eyes closed, and felt a few strands drape over my eyelids. I could smell and taste the thick, salty fluid and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady my shaking legs.
I heard whoever had been on the other side of the stall zip up and mutter something about "good cocksucker," but I wasn't sure what. My head was spinning. I pressed my palms against the stall wall and pushed back hard against Rayne, who was still pounding heavily into my ass. The slap-slap-slap of his wet thrusts echoed in the bathroom.
The noises from outside got louder for a moment, then the door closed and it was muted again. Rayne leaned over and nipped my ears, one at a time, as he purred heavily. His thrusts slowed, until he was almost stationary. I could feel his cock grinding inside my small rump, stretching out my ring. His claws pricked my skin and I shivered uncontrollably as my head relaxed between my arms, hanging low.
"You are a good little cocksucker," Rayne said, his voice a quiet purr. "And I'm not going to cum until you've gotten at least two more loads in your muzzle."
I must have groaned pretty loudly at that because he snorted with amusement.
The noise from outside the club got louder again when the door opened, then was cut off as it shut. I could hear hooves clopping across the floor and caught a flash of reddish-brown fur under the dividing wall before I looked through the hole.
A handsome donkey in blue jeans and a tight black shirt had his pants halfway down. I pulled back quickly as his cock came through the hole. Rayne's fingers gripped the fur on the back of my head tightly and he forced me forward, grinding my nose into the donkey's wrist-thick cock. It was so big, I wasn't sure I'd be able to get much of it in my muzzle.
Rayne's hips ground forward and I squeaked. My cock erupted in a spray of cum that splattered against the dividing wall and the floor between my spread legs. But the cheetah, that bastard, didn't even let me enjoy it. He tipped my head back and silenced my moans by grabbing the donkey's half-hard cock himself and feeding it between my lips.
The blowjob passed in a daze as Rayne fucked me back into arousal. By the time I had the tip of the donkey's cock buried in the back of my throat, my cock was hard as ever and dripping. I didn't dare move my hands, though - with Rayne pounding away again from behind, I had to use all the leverage I could to push back off the donkey's length enough to get a breath.
The big male on the other side of the wall thrust forward over and over. I let him, and just tried to keep my muzzle as close to the wall as I could. The thick skin of his shaft slid over my tongue and it was all I could do to keep my lips wrapped around my teeth so that I didn't scratch him.
By the time he finished, my throat was raw and sore. Rayne added more lube, so his thrusting continued unheeded. I wondered in the back of my mind how he was managing to stay hard for so long.
My thoughts about the cheetah were interrupted when the donkey's hooves stomped down on the floor and he reared back, dragging his tip out of my mouth. Huge blasts of seed sprayed over my face, making even more of a mess of my black fur. I could feel thick pearls of the stuff sliding down into the neckline of my dress. I gripped the cock with both paws and milked it, feeling decidedly slutty as I opened my muzzle and caught a few sprays in my mouth.
Rayne growled at that approvingly and I shuddered, clenching hard around him as he pumped forward, his paws back on my hips. He leaned over my back and licked along my neck as I cleaned off the donkey's rapidly shrinking shaft.
Then it was pulled back through the hole out of my paws. I heard myself sigh with disappointment. The thought of skinny little me being sad about not being able to suck a cock was a bit of a mind-fuck in itself. Sure, I dressed pretty slutty, but I'd never been in this kind of situation before. I guess I'd never really let myself be put into this kind of situation before. It took Rayne's charm, looks, and strong paws to get me here, and I realized I was happy about it. If the cheetah wanted to do this to me every night, I wouldn't complain - though hopefully he'd cuddle afterward, like the first time we'd been together.
I panted hotly and squeezed my ass around Rayne's flexing, thick shaft as he pumped steadily. He was getting tired, I could tell, and his claws pricked my sides again as I wriggled against him.
The bathroom door opened and closed a few times, but it wasn't for another five minutes before the third male went into the stall. The cock that poked through the hole was smaller than the other two, but I wasn't going to complain. I recognized the spicy scent as vulpine and licked my lips eagerly as I watched the short cock rise to full erection even before I got my muzzle on it.
Rayne didn't need to push me into this one. I dove onto it eagerly and found, thanks to its smaller girth, I was able to use my tongue much more freely. The whimpers and moans from the other side of the dividing wall degenerated into lewd yelps of vulpine pleasure as I sucked the tip, then dragged my small pink tongue along the underside until the whole shaft was in my muzzle. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, and occasionally getting my nose pushed into the wall as Rayne pumped hard behind me. The cheetah was moaning constantly now, obviously aching and desperate for relief. He had to be using something to prevent him from cumming, I decided. There was no way he'd last so long otherwise.
I shuddered when I felt fresh, cool lube pushed into my sloppy tail hole by his thickness. The fox's hips thrust forward and I just pursed my lips and pushed my tongue out slightly as I held my nose to the plastic, letting him fuck my muzzle as he wanted.
The fox popped quickly and added his smaller dose of jizz to my multi-species collection. I swallowed some of it and used my paw to milk out more onto my chest. I felt so incredibly dirty, but Rayne humped me just a bit harder, so he must have enjoyed how it looked.
The fox pulled back and whispered his thanks, then darted out of the stall. Rayne pulled out of me roughly and I whimpered as my rump clenched around nothing at all, suddenly feeling very, very empty and very, very used.
Rayne spun me around and shoved me onto my knees. His cock was a darker pink than normal, almost red, and I immediately saw why: he had a thick leather cock ring around his shaft. I reached up and cupped his balls in my paws and heard him whimper in response. They felt incredibly hard and tight.
"Oh, poor baby," I moaned, sliding my cheek over his drizzling, throbbing tip. "For me?"
"All for you, babe," he whispered hoarsely.
My cock felt like it as gonna explode right then and there. I reached up with a paw under his shirt and felt over his stomach, getting a purr from him as I smeared cum over his belly, then I brought my paw down to his sheath. I leaned forward and tipped my head back, so that when I took the head of his cock into my muzzle, I pulled it down. He whimpered and gripped my ears tightly, but he only held me. I fingered the leather band as I looked up at him, watching his face. His lips were pulled back in a soundless snarl as he felt me trying to undo the snap holding the leather cock ring in place. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed. I kept looking at him and took a deep breath, then shoved my muzzle forward hard, taking his cock all the way, until the tip was in my throat and my nose pushed into the fur of his crotch. His musk overwhelmed me and I closed my eyes tightly as I unsnapped the cock ring.
Rayne's paws left my head suddenly and I heard them thump into the wall opposite. His hips surged downwards, grinding the tip deeply into my muzzle as the first spurts of cum shot down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it and grabbed at his hips, holding him there so that he couldn't pull out. His back curled gracefully as he spread his legs. I could feel his balls hanging against my messy chin and swallowed desperately, trying to keep up with the size of his load. His keening growls continued for quite a while. I don't remember how long it took, but when he finally tugged backwards, my heart was about to burst from lack of air.
I took several heaving breaths, then start coughing as some of his load went down my windpipe. By the time I'd recovered, Rayne's paws gripped my arms and hauled me up. His muzzle mashed into mine for the hardest, fiercest kiss I'd ever felt. The big cat's tongue was in my muzzle incredibly quickly. He pulled my hips forward, making me squeeze into his belly and spent shaft. One of his paws reached down and grasped mine. After a few seconds, still kissing him, I came all over his soft paw pads uncontrollably, experiencing my second orgasm of the night.
He purred roughly as he pulled his muzzle from mine and smiled broadly. I grinned up at him, leaning into his chest and belly, arms around his hips as he toyed with my spent cock.
"You are so beautiful," he purred, licking the bridge of my nose and cleaning off some of the strands of cum from my fur.
I shivered and clutched at him, but he pushed me back.
"Let's clean up and go home," he said, unspooling some toilet paper. He wiped down my face, carefully drawing the paper with the lay of my fur, then wiped up my cock and his and flushed the paper. The wall of the stall against which I'd been leaning was a jizz-soaked mess, as was the glory hole itself. I felt a twinge of guilt for the cleaning crew, but there wasn't much I could do about it.
We both washed up in the sink and dried out hands and faces, getting the worst of the mess out of our fur. My rump was soaked, as were my panties, but it would last until I got back to his place. I managed to get my dress presentable, though there were some obvious stains around the hemline. The club was dark, so that didn't bother me too much.
In the cab ride home, I sat in Rayne's lap. We made out all the way back to his place, and he carried me out of the cab and up the stairs. I was glad, because my legs were still weak from the surprise he'd sprung on me in the bathroom.
The first thing we did was shower, during which I played with his sheath so much he came out of the shower dripping more than just water. By the time we got into bed, he was ready for round two and I gladly rode him, doing the work as he lay beneath me and pawed at my skinny chest, moaning and hissing encouragements all the while, using language that would have shocked sailors all the while.
Later, when we finished and were simply laying together, on the verge of sleep, I nuzzled his cheek affectionately and squeezed my arms around his chest. I wanted to say something, but I've never been good with words. So I just purred and pressed the top of my head and my ears into the crook of his neck. I think he understood, because his paw patted my backside lightly, then squeezed me in against him tightly.
"G'night, babe," I heard him say. "And in case I forgot, your dress looked incredible tonight."