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Chapter 1 of the Mane Bar is here. This is chapter 2.

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Ivan pulled up outside the Mane Bar and put his car into park. He stared at the outside of the building - the blacked out window, the faded signage, the nearly invisible imprint of the a four-foot lion-head painted onto the wall - and thought about the last time he'd went in. It had been... hot. Incredible. Filthy. He'd sucked three well-hung males off and then walked out the door, right past them all, shirt stained with their collective cum.

And now he was back, more nervous than ever about going back in. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help that his cock was already getting hard in his khaki pants. He tugged his polo shirt down and pulled his keys from the ignition.

It had been two weeks since the last time he came here. He'd gotten an email a day after the last time. The email had just said, "Good boy." And it made his cock so hard he'd had to jack off immediately.

Two weeks later and another email arrived. "Same as before. Don't be late, puppy."

Ivan shivered as he rolled the word "puppy" around in his head. He liked being puppy, for all the he was a college student. The black and white husky was cute, as nearly all huskies were, with a decent body and a fantastic pelt. Not to mention his bright, winter-blue eyes, on which he'd been complimented many times.

Ivan opened the door of his car and swung his legs out. He stood up and walked towards the bar. There were the motorcycles out front, of course - half a dozen, same as last time, though a few looked different.

When he walked into the bar, the familiar scent of musk, cigarettes, and beer hit him, just as it had the first time. His tail curled up, wagged once, before he got control of it. He glanced around, looking for the tiger, the Doberman, and the stallion from last time.

It was like a rerun. The tiger was at the pool table, leaning over to line up a shot. His thick gut hung from between the sides of his black vest, showing off a hard, round belly and thick pecs. Ragged blue jeans stretched to accommodate a bulge in his crotch. A black cap sat between his ears and a cigar hung from between his lips.

The Doberman was across from him, watching as the tiger sent the cue ball cracking across the table into the six, dropping it into the far corner pocket. The canine was dressed a little different today, in a tight white t-shirt that clung to his chest and stomach, outlining his hardbody muscles. Instead of jeans, he wore black leather pants. His stub of a tail poked out the back.

The stallion was back as well, sitting at his table near the TV mounted in the corner, watching a game. Whiskey bottle, empty shot glass, ash tray half full of butts. He was wearing a black leather vest, open at the front, revealing a pair of powerful pecs splashed with a bit of white skin in the center. Black denim wrapped around his legs. The massive stallion's head turned and his nostrils flared as he stared at Ivan. The husky froze in mid-step as the horse's black eyes bored into his. Then the big male winked and turned away.

Ivan felt a flutter in his heart as he pushed open the door to the bathroom, ignoring the old dogs at the bar. He hurried into the left-hand stall, the one against the wall, and snorted at the thick scent of the powerful chemicals left behind from the cleaning. The floor was still slightly damp from being hosed down.

Not two minutes passed before the door banged open. Unlike last time, when they'd come in one at a time, the tiger and Doberman walked in together. The horse came clomping and stomping in after them.

"Drag the pup out of there, Duane," someone said.

Ivan's eyes went wide as he saw the Doberman's huge black boots under the door to the stall. One foot lifted and kicked the door open with a bang. The Doberman stood in the center of the door, hands on his hips, grinning down at Ivan.

"Time to play, puppy."

Ivan didn't struggle when the Doberman - Duane - grabbed his left foot and dragged him out of the stall. The stallion was leaning against the wall next to the solitary sink and mirror, lighting a fresh cigarette. The tiger held his cigar between his fingers, smirking at Ivan as the husky tried to roll over. He pushed his black boot down on the center of Ivan's back, keeping him on his belly.

"Sal, you mind waiting 'til we break him in?" the tiger asked.

The stallion snorted and nodded in reply, but didn't speak.

"On your knees, puppy," Duane said, grabbing Ivan by the collar of his blue polo. He barely had to use his strength to lift the husky off the floor entirely with one arm.

Ivan stared up at the tiger. His head was directly in front of the big feline's crotch - he could already smell the thick, masculine musk. Over the roundness of the tiger's gut, he could see the orange and black predator grin down at him and blow a puff of cigar smoke at his face.

"You know what to do, puppy."

Ivan did know what to do. His fingers trembled as he reached for the buckle of the feline's belt. Undoing the clasp, he undid the fly next, then pulled down the zipper. When he got the black boxers down, the feline's thick sheath flopped out. Ivan pulled the tiger's pants and boxers down enough to get his nuts out as well - he remembered last time thinking how nice it would have been to be able to play with them. Now was his chance.

The tiger leaned back, legs slightly spread, and puffed away on his cigar. Ivan focused on him, trying not to think too much about the canine and equine eyes following his every move. Instead, he reached for the thick black shaft crawling out of the tiger's sheath and pulled the tip down to his muzzle.

A few licks, squeezes, and rubs later and the tiger was fully hard. Ivan opened his muzzle wide and pushed his lips down around the tip, swallowing the length. One paw cupped the tiger's heavy orbs, letting them fill his palm; the other reached up and grabbed at the tiger's belly fur, pressing against the thick, solid gut.

Ivan whimpered around the fat cock stuffing his muzzle as he imagined the tiger mounting him, grinding into him, holding him down with that belly...

"Fuck, he's really into it, ain't he?" Duane said, amusement obvious in his voice. "You mind if I take the other end, John?"

The tiger took a deep puff of his cigar before replying. The sweet, acrid smoke drifted around Ivan's ears and made him close his eyes.

"Be my guest."

Ivan's ears went back and his tail instinctively curled between his legs as he felt fingers grasp his hips and yank him out onto all fours. The tiger slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, tail around the back of Ivan's head, legs spread wide. He rested his paw between Ivan's ears, but didn't press down - he let the husky go his own speed as he bobbed his muzzle around the fat black cock. Ivan moaned as he tasted pre-cum. The tiger was thick, making it a chore to swallow him down, but he did his best, occasionally pulling off for air, when he'd lick the length, holding it like lollipop.

The Doberman knelt behind him and reached around, fumbling for his belt. Once he had the clasp undone, he pulled it out of the loops and tossed it aside. Ivan whimpered again as he felt the canine roughly pull down his pants, exposing his fuzzy white rump. Fingers groped at his cheeks, pulling them apart, exposing his hole. Duane growled as he dug his thumbs under Ivan's tail and the husky couldn't help but whimper around John's thickness.

Holding Ivan's tail up, Duane produced a small bottle of lube from his front pants pocket. It was just a bit bigger than a chap stick bottle and obviously designed for a single use. Turning it over, the Doberman squeezed the entire tube into his paw before massaging the oil into his thick, red erection. Already the canine's knot was forming.

Ivan gurgled around John's dick as the Doberman's fingers returned, this time penetrating his rump, smearing his inner walls with lube. His cock throbbed against his boxers - the big canine had only pulled his pants down enough to expose his rump. In the front, they were still up and squeezing against his erection.

Salty pre-cum flooded his muzzle as the tiger let off a few nice bursts. More sweet cigar smoke hit his face as he pushed down heavily, throat closing on the fat tip. His face was flushed and his heart was beating like a bass drum in his chest. Ivan had never experienced this kind of sensation before, not even the last time. He was in the middle of a public restroom, on his hands and knees, sucking off one big male while another prepared his ass for a pounding. Not to mention the silent, staring stallion near the sink, calmly smoking a cigarette and waiting his turn.

Ivan's ears twitched and folded back as he buried his face in the tiger's crotch. His forehead pressed into the feline's thick, hard gut. Splaying his tongue along the underside of the fat cock, he tried to relax as he felt the Doberman's paws retreat.

It wasn't his first time, but he'd never been with males as... mature as these ones. Ivan wasn't sure mature was the right way to describe them, but they were older, rougher, and bigger than any of the males he'd been with his own age.

The tip of the canine's broad cock pressed under his tail and he stifled a whine by gagging himself on the tiger's cock. Claws tickled his ears and he heard a chuckle.

"Take it easy, kid... just relax," the tiger said, a deep purr underlying his words.

Easier said than done. Ivan froze, tense from head to foot, as the Doberman pushed forward. Duane went slow, but his fingers betrayed his eagerness, clutching at the husky's thick hips, squeezing tight. By the time the head went in, Ivan was seeing stars for lack of breath.

He pulled off John's cock with a gaudy moan, head tipping back. As Duane pushed forward, smoothly sliding his lubed-up cock deeper, the moan turned into a howl. John used his paw then, pushing the husky quickly back onto his throbbing, drizzling cock, cutting off the lustful moan.

"Damn, this puppy's tight," Duane grunted, shoving in more firmly. "God, he's like a fuckin' vice."

John laughed again, a low chuckle of amusement. "Don't care - his muzzle is the best I've had in ages."

Ivan blushed harder as he heard them discussing his attributes. He bobbed his muzzle quickly, trying to ignore the stinging pain from the Doberman's thickness as his rump loosened, gradually adjusting. Duane pulled back slowly before shoving back in, grinding his dick up to the knot. Ivan's throat closed around John's cock, his lips over the tiger's white sheath fur, body seizing up uncontrollably as he felt the Doberman's fat knot against his tail hole.

John grunted and clenched his cigar between his lips, trying not to bite the tip of it off as he erection throbbed deep in the husky's throat.

"Ah, fuck!" he gasped, both paws going to Ivan's ears, holding the smaller canine down around his shaft. "Mmm... fuck, yeah, puppy! Suck that dick!"

Ivan had always been good at following instructions. Forgetting where he was, who was watching, even the Doberman grinding back and forth in his clenching rump, he focused all his energy on working his throat and muzzle around the tiger's thickness, pulling up until he was kissing the tip before spreading his muzzle back down the length, squeezing with his tongue as he did. Three times he did that, nice and slow, ending with the head in the back of his throat and his nose in the tiger's crotch.

As he pulled up for the fourth, John's fingers tensed and shoved him roughly back down. The tiger lifted his hips as his fingers dug into Ivan's head fur, pushing his dick deeper than before. With a strained growl, the big male came. His cock tensed, then throbbed once, twice, three times, pumping a series of cum blasts down the husky's throat. Ivan's paws squeezed his base, milking it, as cum flooded his muzzle. He couldn't keep up and with a cough, he pulled himself off the over-productive feline. Cum splattered his chin and neck as more thick white cream drained from the corners of his muzzle. Eyes watering, Ivan tried his best to recover; in a few minutes he was back on the tiger's dick, sucking and slurping the salty, musky jizz.

"Mmmm... good boy," John said, sighing and relaxing. His grip loosened as the husky lapped at his cock, whining and gasping as Duane's thrusts increased in power and speed.

The Doberman wasn't going to last long. He leaned over Ivan, both arms around his belly, humping him harder now, using long strokes to drive his dick deep, pull it out to the tip, then pump back in, until his knot wedged up into the husky's hole.

"Don't knot him, Duane," John said. "Gotta save him for Sal."

The stallion. Ivan had forgotten the silent equine was still there. Ivan turned his head, one paw still around John's dick, rubbing the semi-hard length, and looked at the black horse. He was still leaning against the wall, both hooves on the floor, glossy hooves and silver shoes glinting under the fluorescent lights. He had his arms crossed over his broad chest and a look of amusement on his face as he watched the husky service the other two males.

Ivan's attention was drawn back to Duane as the Doberman's knot ground forward, threatening to pop inside him. The husky's muzzle opened in a soundless cry as he felt a hot blast of cum fill his insides. The pressure relented at that and Duane pulled out, his thick red cock swinging out, sending a stream of jizz along Ivan's backside, catching the underside of his tail and shirt.

"Aw, fuck!" Duane gasped, reaching for his cock. He jerked himself as he came, shooting most of the rest of the load straight into the thick fur on Ivan's rump. "Fuckin' tight..."

Ivan closed his eyes, panting hard as he felt the warm drops soak into his fur. His own cock ached for release, still trapped uncomfortably in the front of his pants.

Duane smacked his rump with an open palm - a playful, teasing spank - then stood up, thick cock hanging from the front of his open jeans. The tiger grinned at Ivan as he stood up as well. Like Duane, he didn't bother putting his half-hard, cum- and saliva-soaked cock away.

"Have at him, Sal," John said, pulling a pack of matches from his pants pocket. "Try not to break him."

The tiger grinned and struck a match to re-light his cigar. He leaned against the wall near the door, next to the hanging garden hose used to clean the bathroom. Ivan got onto his knees and rested his paws on his thighs. He watched, wide-eyed, as the giant stallion spit his cigarette onto the floor, crushed it out, and walked over to him. He towered over the kneeling husky, huge and broad. He wasn't as muscular-looking as the Doberman, but still looked stronger. Duane was a sports car; Sal was a two-ton pickup.

Duane sighed and leaned against the bathroom stall, cock still dripping onto the floor. He glanced at John and grinned.

"I love watching Sal work," he said, tail stub wagging.

"You mean you love it when Sal goes to work on you," John said. The tiger's tone was playful and mocking. "Wasn't too long ago it was you in the puppy's place. You didn't wear as nice of clothes as him, though."

Sal reached down and stroked Ivan's ears. The stallion still had yet to speak, though he seemed content to let the canine and feline do the talking. Instead, he winked at Ivan again and pointed towards his crotch.

The husky reached up and undid the large silver buckle on his belt, pulled it aside, and undid the button fly. The stallion had a pair of simple black briefs on underneath. Ivan pulled them down and hooked them under the horse's nuts.

Surprisingly, Sal wasn't erect. The husky still stared at the size of his flaccid sheath. It was about as thick as a 20-ounce soda bottle, maybe a bit more. His balls were each about as big as Ivan's fist. The husky hefted the orbs in both paws, rolling them around.

Sal snorted and grabbed the back of Ivan's head. He pulled the smaller male forward, until Ivan's muzzle was over his sheath. Ivan pushed his tongue out, running it around the inside of the thick organ, feeling the flaccid member within stir. Sal kept his grip up on the back of the husky's head even as he started to grow, so that his erection grew straight into Ivan's muzzle.

Ivan closed his eyes as inch after inch of warm, musky horse-cock filled his muzzle. He'd never been with a stallion before - the taste was unusual, but not as strong as the tiger's. He could feel the broad head spread wide as it grew against his cheeks, and the thick ridge of raised skin around the center of the stalk. And still Sal wouldn't let him go. The horse kept getting harder, bigger, and thicker, all with Ivan's lips pressed right around his sheath, right up to his heavy balls.

The husky gripped both of the stallion's thighs, digging his claws into the denim. He heard Duane whistle and say something, but he didn't know what - the blood was pounding in his ears too loudly. He knew his tail was wagging, though, and his cock hurt with arousal.

Sal's fingers tightened as Ivan tried to pull back. The stallion's growing cock filled his entire muzzle now, and the husky could tell it wasn't even close to hard. It curled slightly, trying to fill more space in Ivan's mouth than there was available. The huge, flared tip pushed against the back of his throat, making him grunt and squirm as his breath was cut off.

Like with the tiger, Ivan saw stars before Sal finally relaxed his grip. He didn't pull off the huge horse-cock so much as get thrown off by the force of the massive shaft getting hard. With a shocked moan, Ivan popped the flared head out of his muzzle and stared at the length with lust in his eyes. It was a beautiful cock, long and thick, covered with splotches of pink skin amongst the black. Huge veins pushed out from the flesh as it bobbed in the air, a slight curl to it.

Duane whistled as he and John watched it emerge from Ivan's throat.

"Watching Sal get hard in a muzzle like that makes me fucking hard," the Doberman said, a note of complaint in his voice as his thick red cock sprung up.

"I can help with that," Ivan heard John say. "Get your tight little ass over here."

The husky saw Duane growl at the tiger on Sal's left side, then disappear behind the horse as he walked towards the tiger. He reappeared in front of John, on Sal's right side. The tiger and Doberman embraced and kissed, muzzles open, tongues out. Duane pushed his hands down around John's cock. The tiger reached out and slapped his paw roughly on Duane's backside with one paw; the other carefully held his cigar out to the side.

Sal teased his thick fingers under Ivan's jaw, getting the canine's attention, distracting him from watching as Duane turned around, yanked down his pants, and backed up onto John. Leaning back against the wall, the tiger grunted as he smoothly penetrated the Doberman, his thick, heavy gut squeezing against the short-furred male's backside.

Remembering what he was supposed to be doing, Ivan reached out with both paws and worshipped Sal's incredible cock. His tongue splayed along the length, dragging back and forth across the heavy veins. His fingers worked the underside, from the flared tip to the heavy balls. He mouthed the head, tried to get it into his muzzle. He succeeded a few times, but Sal was just too big to do much more with. Without hesitating, the husky pulled off his polo shirt, then stretched his chest out and hugged the length to his body, rubbing his long, silky chest fur against the underside.

Sal grunted as thick, clear pre-cum drizzled out of the tip. Ivan lapped it up, kissing and licking the tip, smearing the musky pre around his lips and cheeks.

All the while, Duane's curses filled the air, coming just after the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of the tiger's thighs hitting his ass. Ivan's eyes went wide as he watched the tiger, clenching his cigar in his lips again, reach around to jerk the Doberman's hard red cock with one paw and squeeze his pecs with the other. It was rough sex, far rougher than what they'd done to him, and he realized they'd been taking it quite easy on him.

Feeling as though he had something to prove now, Ivan licked the underside of Sal's cock one more time before standing up and hauling down his pants. His cock sprang out, hard and dripping. It was a good size, but, like Ivan, smaller than what the other three male's packed.

Feeling incredibly bold about he was planning, the husky walked over to the tiger and Doberman.

"'Scuse me," he said, reaching into the canine's front pocket. He pulled out another of the small bottles of lube. Duane didn't notice and John just grinned at him.

Rump still burning from the Doberman's pounding, Ivan squeezed the entire bottle onto Sal's cock. The stallion just stood there, hands at his sides, long tail twitching, cock jerking. Ivan smeared the entire length with lube and used the excess on his paws on himself, working several fingers up into his rump to ensure he was still loose.

He turned around and pushed his palms against the outer wall of the stall, curly tail lifted, legs spread, head down.

"You gotta be shitting me," he heard John say, disbelief in the tiger's voice.

"Uuhh... unf! Wha... what is it?" Duane asked, interrupted by the tiger's rhythmic humping.

"Puppy's gonna try to take Sal."

Duane would have laughed, but the thought of seeing Ivan getting reamed by Sal's thickness made John even hornier. The slaps got louder as he fucked the canine's ass raw; Duane didn't laugh so much as loudly curse the feline.

Sal's huge fingers slipped around Ivan's hips. For a second, he thought the horse could completely encircle his hips, but their size difference wasn't that great. It just felt like it. The stallion eased up behind him, still silent but for a few snorts as his cock ground through Ivan's cheeks, hot-dogging him, letting him feel just how big he was.

Ivan whimpered as Sal pushed the head under his tail. Flared, hard, throbbing, it was thick as the canine's arm. The rubbery, hot head squeezed against the husky's ring, unrelenting. Ivan's body seized up anew when it suddenly popped in.

He couldn't breathe. He gasped for air, standing straight up, shoulders against the stallion's lower chest. Sal draped both arms around Ivan, calming him down, nuzzling his ears, holding perfectly still as the canine adjusted to the size of the equine's meat.

"Holy shit, look at that, Duane... puppy's taking Sal," John said, a note of awe in his voice. "The pup's got bigger balls than you do!"

"Ah, fuck you, you... you... unnnfff!"

It was several minutes before Ivan opened his eyes. He tipped his head back and looked up at the stallion, who smiled down at him and nodded. He moved his hips slowly, pushing forward gently. There was no way he could hilt inside Ivan or even come close. The husky let out a moan of pain, not pleasure, after about a quarter of the equine's shaft was in. Sal stopped immediately and pulled back. Ivan let out a sigh of relief and sagged backwards, letting the horse support him.

Sal breathed harder as he moved his hips slowly, gently, working his cock in and out gradually. Ivan found himself on his tip-toes, biting his lower lip, paws around his back clutching at Sal's cock. The stallion would push in only as far as Ivan's paws squeezed, letting the canine control how much he took.

Ivan's cock ached. His balls physically hurt as he felt the monstrous equine dick stretch his hole. He shuddered and yelped, body shaking, and clenched down hard as he came. He'd never cum without touching himself before and it was a different experience. The orgasm was intense, sending waves of cum splattering against the wall of the stall. Somewhere in the haze of cigar smoke and lust, he heard the tiger growl and Duane moan - the feline and canine reached their orgasm as well, joining the husky.

Sal's fingers gripped down on Ivan's shoulders suddenly, pulling the smaller canine off. Ivan nearly howled as the huge length pulled out of him roughly, leaving him feeling incredibly empty. A few seconds later, thick gushes of cum hit his lower back, painting his black and white fur. Sal whinnied and leaned forward, squeezing his cock into Ivan's backside; the flared tip ground between the canine's shoulder blades.

"Heh... look at Sal... hasn't been inside anyone in so long he couldn't last more 'n a few minutes," Duane said.

"Yeah, but he's got a good reason for not getting any. His dick's too big!" the tiger said. "What's your excuse?"

The Doberman growled, but the growl turned into a whine when the tiger's hips pumped forward.

Sal's thick lips pressed down between Ivan's ears as the flood of jizz continued for what seemed like hours. The husky was left panting, covered in cum, raggedly leaning against the bathroom stall's wall, palms flat to the plastic surface. His cock was limp, semi-retracted into his sheath, and he was quite sure he'd never cum again - there just wasn't anything left in his over-taxed nuts.

Sal licked his ear and backed off; he heard a zip a few moments later and turned around to see the massive, mottled pink cock disappear down the stallion's pants leg, huge and obvious still. Duane was off John's cock now as well and the two were exchanging another deep kiss. The Doberman had all ten fingers splayed across John's belly, rubbing the tiger's bulging gut.

John looked over at the exhausted husky and smiled. "Welcome to the club, puppy. You're gonna be our new mascot. Duane, go get him his shirt."

The Doberman nodded and zipped up, putting his cock back into his pants. As he turned away, John smacked his ass again, making the canine jump and growl. Sal smiled as he watched the interchange.

Duane left the restroom and came back a few minutes later with a neatly folded black T-shirt. He tossed it at Ivan, who was using his polo shirt to wipe the worst of the stallion's jizz out of his fur.

"Put it on, puppy," John said.

Ivan did. The t-shirt was black. On the front, a stylized lion's head just like the faded vinyl sticker on the front of bar was printed in brilliant gold, along with the words "The Mane Bar" arching across the top of the picture.

"We're still gonna have to do something about those khakis," Duane said to John.

"Hear that, puppy? I think Duane wants to take you shopping!" John said, laughing.

Ivan blushed and looked down at his feet, not sure exactly what was going on. Sal's fingers brushed his shoulder and he looked up at the big stallion, who jerked his head towards the door.

"Be nice to him, Sal!" Duane called as Ivan followed the equine out of the bathroom.

Sal flashed the Doberman a thumbs up as he led Ivan out the back way. He got onto a huge motorcycle, all black and chrome, dirty and old. He held out a helmet for the husky and waited for Ivan to climb on the back. The helmet was far too large and kept falling down around Ivan's eyes. He leaned against the stallion's backside and wrapped his arms as far around Sal's midsection as he could, enjoying how firm and hard the big male was.

The motorcycle roared to life and settled into a smooth, velvet purr. The tires squealed as the stallion gunned it, shooting them off down the alleyway. Ivan wasn't sure where he was going, but he was sure of one thing: it was going to be a lot of fun being the newest member of the pride.