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July 1973

Roy stepped into the apartment. “Babe! I'm home!" he called out as the door swung shut behind him. The bear detected the faint sound of running water coming from the bathroom. The tap shut off and a few seconds later, his coyote bounded into the living room to give Roy a welcoming hug.

“Hey, Big Bear," said Tracy. “How was work today?"

Roy returned the embrace and kissed the top of his mate's head. “We made a few dollars," said the bear with a broad smile. “I sold a really nice suit plus three shirts and ties to some real estate big shot. He's a hedgehog, so I got him to buy a premium quill corset too. After that, I sent him down to Step and Fetch It for some dress shoes. Gene called later to thank me and said the guy bought three pairs plus some new dress socks."

“Sounds like you and Gene both did really good today," said Tracy.

“Yeah. How about you?" Roy asked. “Good day?"

“Oh, yeah," said the coyote. “Lucy brought the baby down to the Salv Shop for a visit. It was great seeing both of them. Lucy says they're planning to put a playpen in her dad's office so she can come back to work and still keep an eye on Jess. That's what Mr. Williams did when Lucy was a baby."

Roy sniffed the air. “I don't smell anything cooking. Are we going out to eat tonight?"

“Yeah," Tracy replied. “I overheard some guys talking about this great new place for dinner and drinks. Can we go?"

“Sure thing, Babe. Should I just go dressed like this or change into something casual."

Tracy stepped back and looked over his bear. “You look great wearing anything, but I think casual is probably better for tonight."

“Okay, give me just a minute." Roy headed for the bedroom. “I'll drive if you'll navigate," he called over his shoulder.

“It's a deal," said the canine.

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The club that Tracy directed them to was on the outskirts of the city. Roy pulled his Malibu into a gravel parking lot. The building was a bit shabby on the outside. It had clearly been used for something else in the past, but a new brightly lit sign proclaimed:

THE STALLION STABLES

Home of the hottest male dancers in Chicago

Roy stopped the car, but left the engine running. “Uh, Tracy, is this a strip club?"

“Well, yeah, kind of," Tracy replied while trying to look innocent.

“What do you mean, 'kind of'?"

“The law doesn't permit total nudity."

“Look, let's just go somewhere else for dinner," suggested the bear. “We passed that Perkins on the way…"

The younger male put on his best puppy face. “Roy, you promised! And a good bear…"

“…always keeps his promises," Roy finished. He shifted the car into park and turned off the ignition.

“Yay!" Tracy leaned across the seat and gave his partner a kiss on the cheek. “Let's go check it out!" he said with excitement as he swung open the car's passenger side door.

Roy shuffled across the parking lot beside his coyote. A sign on the front door of the building read, “No one under 18 admitted." A large, muscular bison sat on a tiny stool just inside the front door. The bovine looked Tracy over for an extra moment, but didn't ask for the younger male's identification. A wordless nod of the bouncer's head told the couple it was okay to enter.

The lights were low inside The Stallion Stables and the air was thick with the combined smells of cigarette smoke and musk. The room was dominated by a stage at the far end. The bar was on this side, near the door. Dining tables and chairs filled the space in between. Tracy led his reluctant companion to a vacant table for two, located right in front of the stage.

As they approached their seats, Roy looked around. About half of the tables were occupied. Nearly all of the patrons were male, but a half-dozen females of various species sat together at a table near the far corner of the stage. Only a few of the occupied tables had plates of food in various stages of consumption on them. All were littered with beer bottles and cocktail glasses.

A dappled grey stallion was already in the middle of his performance, strutting his stuff in front of the group of females. The muscular equine was dressed in nothing but a black jockstrap that barely contained his heavy, swinging balls as he moved. Tracy watched with keen interest as one of the ladies got out of her seat. Waving a dollar bill overhead, she approached the stage. The dancer moved to the lip of the stage and thrust his pelvis forward. He paused his gyrations long enough for the woman to tuck the bill into the front of his waistband where it joined a growing collection of ones and even a few fives. With a squeal of delight, the female returned to her companions.

The stallion took notice of the newcomers and danced his way toward Roy and Tracy's table. He looked from the coyote to the bear and back again. The dancer spun 180 degrees and leaned forward, presenting his backside to Tracy and Roy while rocking his hips from side to side in time with the music. The stallion's flowing tail swished with his movements, each swing revealing the dark skin of his pucker and wafting the heady scent of equine musk toward the couple. Tracy quickly pulled a dollar bill from his wallet and stood to tuck it into the waistband of the j-strap, near the base of the horse's tail. The dancer spun once more to make eye contact with Tracy. “Thanks, cutie," he said as the music came to an end. Roy couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his coyote's jeans as Tracy sat once again.

At that moment, a ferret stepped onto the stage holding a microphone. “Good evening, everybody," said the mustelid. “Let's give one more big round of applause to Kauai King for that performance, hey?" The audience clapped enthusiastically. “We'll be bringing out our next entertainer in just a few minutes, but first I want to welcome all of you to The Stallion Stables, home of Chicago's hottest male dancers. Some of you are new to the Stables. You know who you are. Thanks so much for being here and we hope you'll tell all your friends what a great time you're having. I want to remind everyone that local laws prohibit touching our dancers." There was a chorus of boos from the audience, the loudest coming from the female table. “I know, I know," said the ferret apologetically, “but we do encourage you to tip without groping, please. Finally, I want to let you know that every Thursday we turn the Stables into the Kennels and feature an all-canine lineup, if that's your thing." The emcee glanced at Tracy, then winked knowingly at Roy. He added, “We've got Rotties, Dobies, and Danes, so come back Thursday and play with the big dogs! But for now, sit tight and our next dancer will be out shortly. Thank you all for coming out tonight." The ferret switched off his mic and exited into the wings.

A tiger stepped up to Roy and Tracy's table. He was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt that showed off a slim, well-defined torso. On the front of the shirt were the Stallion Stables logo and the words 'Hey NEIGH-bor' silk screened in white. The waiter, who appeared to be a few years younger than Tracy, had green eyes that sparkled in the bright lights shining down from the stage. “What can I get you fellows to drink?" asked the feline.

“Can we see a food menu?" asked Roy.

“I have it all right here," said the tiger, tapping his forehead. “Your choices are the 'Un-Stable' burger with fries. That's a two-third pound double burger with all the fixings. There's 'Frying Chickens in the Barnyard'. That's a plate of chicken wings with 'Afterburner' Buffalo sauce. Those also come with fries. Or you can get 'The Feedbag'. That's a plate of nachos loaded with ground beef, taco seasoning, jalapeños, cheddar, sour cream, and chives."

Tracy grinned, “Does that come with fries too?"

“I can make that happen, if you really want," said the waiter. The feline regarded Tracy's slender body. “But it's a huge plate of nachos. If you can eat all of that plus an order of fries, I'll give you a blowjob." He jerked a thumb in Roy's direction and added. “No help from your big friend here, though."

“I'll try the nachos," said Tracy, “without the fries."

“You sure you don't want the fries?" said the tiger. “I'm pretty good." The cat licked his lips for emphasis.

“I'm sure," said Tracy. “I'll get my blowjob later," he added with an exaggerated wink at Roy. “Oh, and I'll take a bottle of Miller with that."

The young feline turned to his other customer and asked, “What can I get you, sir?"

Roy, who had put a paw over his face at Tracy's blowjob remark, looked back up and cleared his throat. “I like chicken wings, but that 'Afterburner' sauce sounds like something I'll regret tomorrow. I guess I'll take the 'Un-Stable' burger."

“You want cheese on that? Maybe some bacon?" asked the cat.

Roy nodded, “Yeah, both please, and a Miller for me too."

The waiter ticked off the items on his fingers as he summed up Tracy and Roy's order. “So I've got one 'Feedbag'…" he looked at Tracy and added with a pout, “…no extra fries, an 'Un-Stable' with bacon and cheese, and two Millers. I'll be back in a minute with your beers."

Roy watched as the tiger turned tail and headed for the kitchen with their food order. The bear's brow furrowed in thought. Damn if that young cat didn't look familiar somehow. The bear's musings were interrupted by the return of the emcee to the stage.

“All right everybody! Will you please welcome Majestic Prince to the Stallion Stables stage?" The ferret led the applause as a mahogany colored bay stallion wearing a silky white shirt and matching shorts took the stage.

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By the time the waiter returned with their food, Majestic Prince had already stripped down to his jockstrap and collected a fair number of tips along the way. He even earned one from Roy who managed to catch a glimpse of the stallion's semi-hard member as Tracy slipped a bill into the front of Majestic's minuscule j-strap.

“You know," said the tiger over the thumping of the music as he placed plates, napkins, and silverware in front of his customers, “for a small tip, I can get Majestic there to join you at your table after his dance."

Tracy's ears perked up at the idea and he reached for his wallet. He stopped short and looked across the table at his big handsome bear. “No thanks," said the coyote. “I've got everything I need."

Roy, who looked crestfallen at Tracy's initial move for his billfold, beamed at his coyote. “I have everything I need too," he said.

“Well, one thing you can use is more beer," said the waiter. “You guys want another?"

“Yes, please," the couple said in unison. They broke out in a shared laugh.

“Alright," said the tiger, “I'll be right back." The feline headed for the bar.

“Wow, this burger looks amazing," Roy said to his mate. “Do you want any of my fries?" he offered.

Tracy looked at the enormous plate of loaded nachos in front of him. “I think this is plenty for me," he said. “Dog! Is everything in this place humongous?"

Roy chuckled. “I think so. I caught a peek inside Majestic's jock. That certainly qualifies." The bear pointed at his companion's dinner. “If you can eat all of that, plus these," he dropped three french fries onto Tracy's napkin, “I'll give you a blowjob when we get home. But if you can't, I get the BJ."

Tracy picked up the fries and popped them into his mouth. “I accept your challenge," he said.

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The bear and coyote made their way slowly across the parking lot toward Roy's car. Tracy held his swollen abdomen with both hands and groaned. “How in the world did you manage to eat that enormous burger and nearly half of my nachos?"

“Never underestimate a bear when it comes to food," said Roy. He unlocked the car door and held it open for his mate.

“It looks like you won this bet," said Tracy.

Roy circled the Malibu and climbed in behind the wheel. “It looks like it," he agreed with a triumphant smile.

“Just one thing," said Tracy. “Do I have to swallow?"

“Only if you have room," Roy chuckled. He turned the key to start the car then reached over to pat Tracy's belly.

“Ooof! Careful!"

“Sorry, Babe."

“You know, Roy, you should bring Sarah here some night," Tracy suggested. “I bet she'd love it."

Roy shifted the Malibu into drive. “Oh, I know she'd love it. And that's exactly why I can't bring her here. But maybe you and I can come back again sometime."

“Canine night?" Tracy asked.

“Not necessarily. I already have one, you know."

“I love you, Roy."

“I know. I love you too, Babe."