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Club Pangaea

The beats thumped the walls and shook the patrons, coming from the great speakers along the walls. Beating, like the hearts of an angry dragon, the ferocious sound pushed aside all worries, all conversation, and all distractions but the moment and flickering lights, that came in a hundred different hues. The air was thick with musk, with the push of bodies in an orgy of motion, in a sibilant writhing of people who cared only to expend the energy in worship of life, of youth, of the pleasures of being. This was the soul of the club, club Pangaea.

Electric, eclectic, exciting, the sound pulsed through me as I sat at the bar, and held the glowing blue drink in both hands. The chill was intense, compared to the sweating heat of the club, a temperature set with red to the walls, to warn, that this was a Saurian specific area. Anyone could come here, but only a Saurian would be most at home in the tropical temperature. Ferns lay along the walls, and wove a path between the dance floor (and the magma-themed highlights), and the bar, made to resemble the ancient lands of the far Jurassic times, to remind the Saurian of their home, across the other side of the dimensional portals. I looked up at thick glass between the 'red' and the 'blue' zones, and saw the frost and steam pool, in an angry display.

If the red zone was hot, then the blue was frozen, air thick with frost, with dancers in little but fur pelts (synthetic, this was the 22nd century), and with frozen statues that dripped from the heat of dancers. Few Saurian went there, except the bravest, or those who were feathered, like the raptor I had been watching for the last few minutes. He danced, bare but for feathers, in a shameless display of his pleasure, between human, Saurian, and whatever else should come near. He enjoyed himself, and I enjoyed my drink.

I wore little, just shorts and a shirt - and even then I wondered about stripping down. Of course, my flesh wasn't built for casual nudity, not like the more toughened and 'used to it' Saurian folk, and but for the few bits of cloth that draped them when they went out into the wider world beyond the club that helped them maintain a sense of modesty for those easily offended by dangling genitals. I didn't care - though I did love a comfortable pair of shoes and jeans. I tore my eyes off of the dancer, and to the blue glow. It tasted bitter, but the smooth cut with synthohol gave it a nice little tingle on my uvula. I liked this club, and I liked the way it made me feel when coming out. I drank more, to keep myself hydrated despite the heat.

"Long day?" Across from me, a tall stegosaur stood, his back against the nearby wall, and his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a simple loin cloth, which dangled low, and covered the broad hips and thighs in a pleasant manner. I looked at his eyes, a dark green that went well with the burgundy scales.

"Very, but I have a weekend, so I might as well celebrate making it another five days." I smiled, lifting my drink to him, and pressed the cool glass against my forehead. "What about you, Bill?"

"Same shit, different day. Jele has been a little angsty because of her eggs and egg-pains." Of course, his proper name was a bit longer, and much more difficult to pronounce - something having to do with the semi beak-like mouth and the longer tongue that made proper English a little easier than the mixed-tongue of the Saurian folk. "Still, she's alright."

She was an awesome lady, and worked at one of the local financial corporations in town. I swished my drink and downed it, feeling the ice clink against my teeth. I was thirsty still, and combed my short hair back out of my eyes with my fingertips.

"Good. Your son okay?" I was given a nod, and a refill, the blue glow comforting in the low-light of the synthetic jungle. I liked the heat - it felt good, even if it was too hot for most.

"Ka'ali? Yes. He's recovering from his injuries on Centuari General. It seems the blast didn't do as much as they thought it would. Thank Gaea for the belly-armor, right?" I gave a nod, and turned to watch the dancing crowd, while Bill went about, getting more drinks and refreshments, his heavy tail swaying as he lumbered. The dancing crowd was mostly Saurian, some younger, some older. I smiled, and closed my eyes to feel the swirl and beat, and fall into the trance that was so easy to find.

I opened my eyes on the dance floor, and fell in with the throng, and the techno beats, the smell of ganja and basil heavy in the air - two drugs for two folk. I tilted my head back and bathed in the light mist from over head, to simulate the hydration in the air, and let it lick down my lips and across my throat, wiping away the sweat of my body. The spray quit, a quick ten second burst that turned to steam, and made the air hot and sticky.

A hand brushed my back, and I felt a chest against my back, and the feel of warmth through me. I was being danced with and their fingers stroked my back with care. I liked it, and leaned back as arms wrapped around me, and fingers slid down to grip my hips. I felt the scales warm on me, the breath soft on my neck. It was intimate, as intimate as the throng of dancers were, and I liked it.

A Raptor, taller than a human, and with a soft snout that was very kind on the eyes, stood behind me. I looked up to him, he to me, and his beak found mine in a kiss. I shivered, I tingled, and I shook myself out of the trance. I wiped at my face, shook off the shivers and the excitement that tightened my loins, and looked back at the glass, between myself and the colder room. I should have gone, to get away from the memories.

I was thinking about Sarak again. It has been a hard break-up, and he had returned to the portal for some reason he wouldn't tell me. It had been a hard break up, my first relationship with one of the Saurian kinds, and probably the last. This had been our club, we'd met on the floor, and our relationship had burned hotter than the suns of the other world. A binary sun solar system, it burned hot, with thick jungles and plants and a population about as advanced as ours. They were located some five-light years away, give or take a few minutes.

He'd left. Told me he had to go. It had been just after waking up, after making love in the morning. He'd taken me out to a fantastic breakfast and gave me a very sweet kiss, before saying, in no simple terms, that he had to go. That it was over, that we couldn't be together any more. He was sad about it, pained about having to break such a bond between us. I had asked why, but he gave me no reply. It was through, and he left that day, leaving me to a large, empty apartment, and a broken heart.

That'd been six months ago, and I could still taste his lips on my own.

"Look tired." A voice broke me of my revere, and I gazed on the red-tinted hide of a parasaurus. A tall-crested, broad-beaked saurian, he gazed at me and brushed the fine layer of feathers against his throat - he marked at the brow and in a line down to the heavy tail, which arched lightly over a firm backside. "You alright?"

"Yeah." My voice cracked, and I coughed to straighten my shirt up. I felt flush and finished my drink down with a quick swallow. "Just thinkin' about someone."

"Well why not go find them and spend time with 'em?" He asked, his drink a plain water, with a lemon rind for flavor. He chewed on it with his large, blunt teeth, and looked towards the bar again, at the frost and steam in a curious byplay.

"We broke up two months ago. I don't think it'd be appropriate." I gave him another look - his right shoulder displaying a broad tattoo into the scale, a soldier, it seemed. The skyclad male had the look of it, broad shouldered, trim bodied, and with a pair of tags hanging from his neck. I gave them a glance - he was a drop-marine. The close alliance of the Centauri Saurian and Terran Humans had been a good thing, and these strange, familiar aliens were our best of friends. Maybe the fact they might have been from earth originally could have had something to do with it. I didn't know the specifics of it, and I don't think they did either.

"Oh. Bad break-up?" He put his hand on my shoulder, and gave me a squeeze. His touch was soft and warm, their being warm-blooded helped quite a bit.

"Yeah. Very bad break-up. He just left, and I've only recently started coming back here. I mean, first time in almost two months. I just showed up. Thankfully Bill could vouch for me. He's a friend."

"Bill? Yeah, he's a better friend than most. Good bartender too. How long have you known him?"

"About two years, give or take. He invited me here. I met him at a different club, I guess he was there meeting with someone, and said I should come over. I haven't bothered with any other, this place is great, you know? The music, the air, the beats..."

"All feel like home." He said, his smile growing a little wider. He gave me another look - this one much more appraising than the initial glance. My face felt warm, and I crunched some ice to try and get the blush to vanish. It worked, as he reached up to pat my shoulder. "I know. Hey, stay here, I'll be right back, alright?"

I nodded, and watched him ease over to talk to Bill for a few moments, near the back of the bar. I couldn't read their lips, and given they were speaking their native tongue, couldn't understand it even if I could hear it. The two spoke, and I finished off my ice, and set the drink down. I was feeling better, and I enjoyed the way he walked, confident, strong, and with a thick tail to tease over a handsome set of flanks.

He returned, his grin a little wider, and he reached over to pat my shoulder. He liked to touch - I could tell, and my eyes flicked down, over his body, and up again. He caught it, and his smile grew, showing just a hint of his teeth.

"Come with me, Bill gave the Okay."

"Okay? Okay for what?"

"You'll see..."

I was lead to the back of the club, and through a door on post with a security guard in front. He gave a nod and glanced at me, then signaled me through. I had never been back here, into the stone-marked halls, which showed several markings along them, in the old runic-script of the scaled folk. I gave a few glances but kept pace - the stride of the taller guy making me have to hurry. We worked our way down, the hall gradually deepening by at least two floors, where the music was a distant beat, as faint as my own heart beat.

"You've never been down here before, have you?" He asked over his shoulder. He paused beside a door and fiddled with the handle a bit. "No?"

"No. I didn't even know there was a back-area, actually. Just thought two different rooms and just some back storage, like most clubs would have, you know?"

"Right, well, Club Pangaea is a little different."

He pushed the door open, and showed me the inside of the 'Back Room'. The floor was tiled, the lights were red, simulating a burning sky, and the heat of a volcano in the distance. Red flows of water flowed beneath the clear tile, like walking across flowing magma, and ferns covered, providing some hints of privacy for what was very public. Wood and benches stood before a great cavern, which hung furs in the way of a great door, where whispered sounds could be heard. The air steamed around the entrance, much like it had swirled between the Fire and Ice sections above. The room was masterfully designed, but was hardly why one would come down here, I was quick to notice.

Where great trees stood, pressing to the ceiling and foliage hanging down, hung woven vines, synthetic, and tough. From one vine hung the wrists of a wide-bodied female protoceratops, her body naked, and her body slick with steam, sweat, and other fluids. Her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth gagged, and betwixt her thighs stood a grunting male bronto, his hips impacting her own, and his hands clutching her hips solidly. She groaned, dazed, exhausted, and put to use with her collar gleaming under the red light above. They writhed together, in a display of sexual energy, and I flushed, but was lead past them without a second glance from the tall saurian at my side.

"Lose the shirt and shorts. And shoes." We walked through, past a bubbling hot tub, dyed red and yellow and swirling about the figures in the water, who talked, laughed, and pressed in together. Two males and a female between them, her arms held them snug, and she was obviously in charge. She was one of the larger breeds of saurian, one of the super-predators of old, now a bit smaller, and a lot more intelligent. Her thighs were spread, while a herbivore, I couldn't identify right off, quietly licked her clean of the obvious fun, his snout sticky with spent seed. His hands were bound behind him, and his tail arched. She wasn't the only one used.

"What is this?"

"I didn't say you could talk." His voice took on a teasing air, while he reached back to touch my lips. I nodded, in silence, as he took me through further foliage, to a small clearing, where another sat, a tall, long-legged archaeopteryx. He looked familiar, and his brilliant smile, and bright colored feathers, made me realize I'd seen him dance up stairs. I had finished stripping by that time, my clothing pushed aside, and my hands resting over my stiff erection.

"Found someone worth our time?" The flyer asked, while taking a drag off of a stick of crushed oregano. It smelled terrible when burnt, but the fumes always gave them a powerful high, that tingled their minds, something close to a low grade bliss at all times. IT also made their flesh a little more sensitive to touch, and worked wonders for copulation. Between his legs, a long, thick, and well pointed erection stood, over a tight scrotum, and he leaned back, making no show of hiding the ten inches of interest. It was slick with pre-ejaculate.

"Yeah, I think he'll be good for us, won't you, pet?" The Parasaur behind me asked, his voice soft, as his fingers dimpled the flesh of my lower back. He pushed himself against my flanks, his shorter, but thicker, erection against my rear. I shuddered a bit, unsure of what to say. My moan was all that could come out, when he bit the back of my neck and held me, grinding on me, pushing.

"Yes..."

"What was that, pet?" Fingers pinched my nipples, tugging sharply. The touch of pain made me shudder, as my head swam with pleasure, pain, lust, and fear. I didn't know how to respond, pushed into this all of the sudden, and not sure if I should say no. I didn't, I didn't have a choice. He gripped my throat with his fingers, teeth pinching my earlobe.

"Yes... sir...?"

"He learns quick." The flyer spoke, while reaching out to stroke a hand down, and cup my erection. Seven inches, it was hard and thick and full, I hadn't had another touch me in so long, and I felt the need throb. He did too, as he laughed about it, then slid his fingers up, to catch a bead of my lust. The finger was raised as he gripped my chin, and slid over my lips. I tasted bitter. "Be a good pet, and give my balls a kiss."

I was bent, and my hands tugged up behind me by the Parasaur behind me. They were tied together with a length of vine, and knotted it twice, so I couldn't pull away. I struggled a bit, but my face was pushed between the strong, musky thighs, and the legs wrapped, keeping me trapped, to breath the heady, familiar, delicious musk that made my mouth water, and body shudder. I was bent, presented, trapped. My face shoved against a pair of balls, I breathed hotly, huskily, the musk making my lungs ache nicely. I began to kiss over the large spheres, and felt the softness of the flesh tease my tongue and lips.

"He knows how to do this well, Ikram."I kissed heavily, wetly, tasting and servicing the male before me. His name was Ikram, the words flowed hazy through my lust-fueled mind, and I worked my mouth up higher, suckling slowly along the curve of his left testicle, then down the right, slathering them wetly. My mouth was busy, as the male behind me watched, his fingers toying with my cock, and massaging my clenching anus.

"I was right about him, eh, Sumaya?" Sumaya, the large saurian whose balls I continued to kiss, and subtly lick over, laughed pleasantly. He pushed my face down and dug his fingers into my air, suffocating me for a moment off the musk. "Look at him worship you."

"Humans always need someone to guide them. But look, they know how to put their mouths to use with a little guidance." He chuckled, and pulled my head up, and shoved it against his groin. My hair was pulled, and I grunted, mouth open, and face shoved onto the erection. It slid over my tongue, wetted my throat, and I gagged as it hit my uvula. The fingers were tight as my face was held down, forcing me to control myself. Behind, the chuckle was dry, and Ikram pushed his fingers into me, a heated oil pushed to relax the muscle, and make me shudder. His cock drooled down my backside, while he continued to pump me. "Make him moan again, it feels good."

Oh, and how I moaned. I moaned when my cock was let go, as the fingers wiggled and rubbed and pushed inside, pulled out and replaced with a thick glans, and a heavy cock. The length was pushed against me and hands moved to my shoulders, as I was pushed forward and into with a singular heavy shove, making me cry out in pain, and in a familiar bliss. Two months had been a long time - two months made me tight, two months were far too long.

I was held, penetrated, fucked, my head shoved and pulled along a length that made my jaw ache, and my tongue fluttered, lapping and cleaning the musk, lust, and dried stains of pre-ejaculate off of the tapered shaft. Behind me, the Saurian grunted, as he worked in and fed my body a heavy length, heavy with blood, lust, and need. Hands held me down and held me pinned, teeth bit across my back, and drew a hint of blood. They didn't care, and I was in no way able to protest, as my knees buckled, and I was shoved to the ground, to be used.

Hips slid against mine, thighs pushed in, as he continued to take me, to use me, to push and thrust. Hands slid down and pulled my cock, tugging it hard as he continued to work into me, Ikram a hard, strong lover. His touches were with love, his fingers working to find my limit and pull back, only to start again when I had calmed. Sumaya was more focused on what I was doing with my mouth, and as he had a beak, he was still in awe of the suckling I gave him - moving quicker and bouncing my chin against his plump nuts. I felt a heady rush, a rush of old memories washed away in a tide of lust, sex, and spurt of precum into the back of my throat.

I was pushed and shoved - forced to rock between the two in an interlocked spitroast, a living barrier between the two lovers. My body shuddered as I moaned into the shaft spilling down into my mouth, and as my throat was shoved into, to squeeze around a thick dicked lizard. Sumaya held my head and shoved harder, his tongue out and his wings enveloping my head as he buried to his nuts and back, shoving me back and making Ikram shove harder in return. I spasmed and tightened, I quaked, shook, and writhed in a guttural moan. I was their toy, and they knew it. I loved it, it felt right.

"On his face? Make him wear it like the little toy he is?" Sumaya gasped, and I felt his balls tighten up as he grew closer to his orgasm. Ikram grunted a reply, and slapped the side of my ass hard enough to leave a print. I shook under his ramming, my prostate throbbing as it was shoved into again and again and again. I couldn't think, my head roared with blood as my cock was pumped, and let go of again, I was drooling precum, a rare occurrence for me. I wanted to cum, but I wanted them even more.

I shuddered hard, and felt Ikram stiffen behind me, and hold my hips flush with his as he ground forward, against me. His balls tugged up, his hands held my hips, and he cried out loud, a deep shudder placing through him when he began to ejaculate, just as Sumaya pulled back, and stroked himself quickly over my face. The shaft throbbed before me, mouth open in a gasp, and the beaked one shoved forward, splashing long, hot ropes across my face, and over my left eye which shut quickly for protection. He came hard and copious, the right side of my face, even my ear, splashed, before the head was placed on my tongue, to feed me the sweet fluid. It tasted good, and it almost shoved me over the edge.

Almost.

Five minutes passed, and no one said anything. I felt the cock in my mouth shrink slightly, while the parasaur behind me simply sat, keeping my rump flush with his groin. They panted and tried to relax, as I felt myself eventually go lax, though my testicles felt full. I was sore. I was deliciously, devilishly sore, and I enjoyed it considerably.

"You were wonderful." Sumaya whispere,d while stroking a line of cum away from my eyes, and smearing it over my lips. He withdrew from my mouth after a few moments, and ran his length across my face, my spit and his cum mixing, only to be slid back into my mouth to be cleaned off. I licked and nursed gently. Ikram stroked my back, hands feeling me, and wandering my belly. He grunted his agreement.

I was held in wings and arms, between a feathered creature and one scaled, and both kept me safe and contained, as I was drawn up and shared a lap. Both caressed and stroked and whispered in their tongue between me, and felt amazing, to be in their arms. I felt safe, and comfortable, and no longer worried about my ex. I couldn't worry about anything, but these two, who held me lcose.

"Thank you, Sir." I whispered, to both, to neither. Sumaya stroked his hand over my cheek, and leaned in, and gave me a kiss, after licking the edge of my jaw to clean me. I tasted his breath, his cum, his mouth. It was delicious.

"No, thank you, Pet. You were a very, very good boy."

I felt my face flush, this time in pleasure. His chuckle was soft, as he stroked my cheek.

"You are going to come home with us. And maybe we'll let you go to work on Monday. If it works out, I think you'll be ours for a very, very long time..."

He smiled, and quietly I agreed.