Dave the Desextive: The Setup
Dave could hear the driving beat of the music inside the club from across the street. The building itself looked nondescript from the sidewalk, but as he walked around to the side he saw a side door with a neon sign above it that read "AMPLITUDE" in green letters with a sine wave in pink behind it. Like a stereotypical nightclub, the dimly lit back door was guarded by a bouncer, a tough-looking black bull with a "SECURITY" shirt. This'll be interesting, Dave mused.
The fox approached the looming bovine meekly, trying to avoid the other's piercing gaze. "Hey man," Dave said. "You uh, mind letting me in?"
"You got a ticket?"
"Well you see, no not exactly. I kinda lost my ticket but I still have the receipt here so I was wondering if there was any way I could get another printed or--"
"No ticket, no entry," the bull said. He let out a snort.
"Nonono, I had the ticket, it's just not with me. I paid good money for it and I'm meeting my friend in there and I'd hate to keep him--"
"You think I'm an idiot? It's my job to keep liars and freeloaders outta this establishment, and you're one of the worst liars I've seen all week," the bovine said with a smirk. "Now scram."
Dave's heart sank. "Please, you don't understand! If I don't get in I might lose my job and I'd lose my room and have to live on the streets and--"
"Oh hey Dave! Glad you could make it!" Both Dave and the bouncer turned toward the door in surprise. A slender fur in a sleek leather jacket and pants stood in the entrance. A tail with a complex pattern of blue dots and black lines swished between the stranger's legs, and he wore large headphones around his neck. A sly smile graced the familiar feline face.
"Tiago!!" The fox wanted to run up and hug him, but the bull's stern gaze held him in place.
"You know this guy, Valdivian?" the bouncer asked the jaguar. "He was just trying to get in without a ticket."
"Well of course! He's with me. He was supposed to get here fifteen minutes ago to help me set up!" Tiago gave Dave a wink. "C'mon, stagehand, help me get the rest of the equipment from my car."
The fox followed at the DJ's heels as they walked out into the parking lot. It was already more than half full. Tiago's modest car, an early 2000's black sedan, was in the back row. The jaguar opened the trunk to reveal synthesizers, mixers, multiple sets of turntables and a mess of cables. Dave's arms were soon filled with various pieces of equipment, which he was careful not to drop as they weaved their way back through the parking lot and into the club. The bull's eyes narrowed as Dave passed by. "Next time you better have a ticket," he said. "Otherwise, your ass is in for a beating." The fox didn't plan on having a next time.
The club was already alive with furs of all kinds dancing on the large, dark dance floor. Laser lights wove patterns in the smoky air, and strobe lights played tricks with the fox's night vision. The music was loud, but not as much as Dave had expected. "Just wait till I start my first set," Tiago explained. "Then you'll really be feeling it."
The jaguar worked diligently connecting the last of his equipment while Dave stood next to him holding the bundle of electronics. He got a nice view of Tiago's well-defined butt cheeks behind those leather pants as he was bent over plugging in wires. "So, Valdivian, huh?" Dave asked. "That's your DJ name?"
"Yeah! It's the name of a forest near where I grew up. Thought I'd take a piece of home with me when I'm on the road touring, y'know?"
"I getcha. By the way I don't think I've ever seen you with blue fur dye before."
"Oh, this?" Tiago swished his tail back and forth seductively as he worked. "Yeah, I like having the dots of my rosettes dyed different colors than normal once in a while. They say a leopard can't change his spots, but a jaguar coloring his rosettes can spice things up~"
"Heh, yeah. Actually, speaking of spicing things up, I'm looking for someone who's supposed to be coming tonight. Have you seen a tall, white and brown Dalmatian around here?"
The feline shook his head. "Not yet. You got a date?"
"Not exactly. It's a long story. When he gets here I need to ask him some questions in private. Would you mind keeping an eye out for me?"
"Sure thing," Tiago purred. "If you two wanna get more intimate there's some private rooms down the hallway there. They're first-come-first-serve, though, so try to cut to the chase quick." The jaguar gave him a wink.
"I'll keep that in mind. Wish me luck."
The fox found an empty space on the wall to lean against and watch the action. People continued dancing without paying him notice. Dave remembered all too many school dances when he found himself standing by the water cooler tapping his foot instead of dancing. But back then, if he had danced with another guy he would have been ridiculed and bullied by his classmates. Now that he was an adult, he didn't care as much what others thought. Besides, there's plenty of same-sex couples here, by the look of it. The makeup of the crowd was almost equally males and females, and the number of species diverse. Here there was an otter twirling glow sticks, there a zebra grinded against a leopard (Dave was jealous), nearby two foxes were dancing like nobody was looking, and across the floor he spotted--
"Warren??" Sure enough, the blue dragon with the white mane had just walked into the club. By the looks of it he was by himself, dressed in a graphic tee and jeans. His tail was already swishing to the beat of the music as he made his way onto the dance floor, growing steadily more animated. The music was growing in pitch, building up to its boiling point. When the dragon reached the center, he seemed to ponder a second while he waited for the drop. Dave spotted a toothy smile spread across his face.
The beat dropped. Dave's jaw fell steadily lower as he watched Warren break out in dance. The dragon thrust his hips forward and kicked his legs up as he balanced on his tail momentarily, then completed the backflip and dropped to the floor, where he began a complex series of twists and turns, showing impressive footwork and tailwork. I never knew he could breakdance... The crowd backed up and formed a circle around the dragon as they cheered him on. Now that he had enough room, he spread his wings and added their movements to his dance, using them like graceful extensions of his arms. The music was building up to its finale. He started a spin, pulling in his wings tight to speed up as his tail wrapped around his legs like a corkscrew. On the last note he threw open his wings and stood tall, fist in the air, breathing heavily as the crowd around him cheered.
The music lulled to a simple beat while the sound transitioned from the club's own mix to Tiago's. The circle around Warren dissipated, and Dave used the opportunity to approach the dragon. "Warren! Hey, Warren!"
"Wha- Oh, Dave! Didn't expect to see you here!"
"Yeah, didn't expect to see you either. And I had no idea you could dance like that!"
The dragon waved a paw. "I was just warming up. Wait till DJ Valdivian starts playing, then you'll see some action. So what are you doing here?"
Dave showed him the receipt he found in Room 361 and explained his plan to find out if Brock was cheating on Allison. "I need to know if it was his semen on the bed, his taste on the dildo, and why he's here tonight."
"You do realize what you're saying, right? The only way to prove Brock's not cheating on your boss is to make him cheat on her with you?"
The fox shuffled uncomfortably. "I mean, it's not like I'm gonna be in a relationship with him. I'm not trying to take him away from Allison. Just... investigating."
Warren's lips slowly turned up into a grin. "First Alex and Tiago, then me, then Brock... You're turning into a little slut, you know that, right?"
"I-... Yeah, I guess so. You're not... y'know, mad or anything? This doesn't change things between us, right?"
"Of course not! I think it's kinda cute what you're trying to do," Warren said and gave the fox a wink. "As a matter of fact, when he shows up I'll be your wingman! You'll need all the help you can get to pull this off."
"Thanks for the confidence, man."
"Hey, don't be like that. I'm just saying when it comes to being seductive there's still a few things you need to learn."
Dave's face felt hot. He was about to retort, but suddenly the music got louder and the crowd started cheering. The fox and the dragon turned toward the stage. The leather-clad, colorful Tiago stood front and center behind his array of equipment. He punched a few buttons and a house beat filled the club, loud and deep enough for Dave to feel it reverberate in his chest. Everyone around them started jumping up and down in time with the beat, pumping their fists in the air. Warren grabbed the fox's wrist and pulled. "C'mon, let's have some fun!" The vulpine tried to resist but the dragon's sheer strength won out. He soon found himself face-to-face with Warren in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by furs moving to the beat. Dave was frozen in place. I'm not a dancer! I can't do anything Warren can do. I'm gonna make myself look like a fool in front of him!
Warren seemed to read his thoughts. "This isn't a competition. Just relax and have some fun!" The dragon started to move his arms and lean side to side in time with the music. Dave mirrored him, moving stiffly at first but loosening up as Warren gave him encouraging grins. The blue dragon moved his foot to the side, then the other followed, then he did the same in the other direction. The brown fox followed the movement, adding a slow tail swish to the side-to-side movement like the dragon did. Then the hips, then the shoulders and head. Before he knew it his whole body was moving to the beat. I'm... I'm dancing!
The beat got faster and built up higher and higher. The drop was coming. "Now, let's see some hip and tail action!" Warren shouted over the din. "Think sexy!"
Dave obeyed. The beat dropped, blasting a dirty trap beat through the dance floor. The fox bent his knees and swung his hips side to side, flicking his tail back and forth. His body tingled with the pulse of the music, and he moved his paws down his body slowly and seductively, following his curves down to his hips, his ass, then his thighs.
He felt something firm press against his ass. He jerked away with a yip, but felt scaly paws on his hips pull him back. "You're doing great, Dave! Now show me how you grind."
Dave relaxed again and let Warren's paws guide his hips back against the dragon's own. He flicked his tail up onto Warren's chest and pressed his ass against the draconic manhood it had first met just hours ago. The dragon grunted as Dave rubbed his rear up and down the hardening shaft hidden behind tight jeans. Warren's paws guided his hips side to side to keep with his own. The fox closed his eyes and massaged the concealed cock with his ass, now moving it in a tight little circle. Warren gave the draconic equivalent to a purr and started pumping his hips forward and back, just like earlier that day. Dave pushed back in time with his thrusts, making the dragon grab his hips tighter. They ground like this for some, their murrs completely drowned out by pounding beat.
The fox raised his head in bliss; he could feel those ridges through Warren's pants, sending tingles up his spine. He opened his eyes momentarily, and suddenly realized Tiago was looking right at him. The DJ gave him a wink, then pointed to the entrance meaningfully. Dave stood up straight (much to the dragon's displeasure) and looked. Through the throng of dancing furs he spotted a white and brown head near the door. He pointed it out to Warren.
"Stay right here," the dragon told him. "You keep doing your thing!" Warren wove through the crowd toward his target. Dave looked on forlornly as his wingman disappeared. The fox knew he didn't have enough dance experience to know what "his thing" even was, but he kept his feet moving and his hips swaying to the beat.
Y'know, maybe this isn't so bad after all. He imagined himself as a backup dancer for some pop star, dressed in tight-fitting clothes and moving with purpose. He started moving his arms, still not sure exactly what he was doing, but having fun experimenting nonetheless. His moved his shoulders, then his feet joined in. Normally he would have felt like everyone was looking at him, judging him, but right now he was truly dancing like nobody was watching. His movements got more dramatic. The tempo of the beat rose, building up to the drop once more. He backed up to give himself some room, and his rear bumped into something fleshy.
He spun around with an eep! and found himself chest-to-chest with the tall, white and brown Dalmatian. The fox looked up. Brock's eyes were an emerald green.
"Hey there," the canine said, a noticeable sultry undertone coloring his words. "You Dave?"
He gulped. "That's me. You Brock?"
"Uh... yeah. How do you know my name?"
Shit._Dave's heart beat a little faster. _Quick! What would Tiago do?
The fox laid a paw on the Dalmatian's chest and leaned in. "Instinct," he said seductively. "I have a gift for this kind of thing. And I have many other gifts as well, if you wish to explore them."
Judging by the dog's expression, his improvised Tiago impersonation worked. Brock was already getting red in the face, and looking down Dave could see the other's shorts were already tenting. He gave a giggle. "C'mon," he told the dog, "let's dance!"
Dave backed up a step and started moving like he did before: simply at first but growing more sensual by the second. Brock smiled and began mirroring him. His large, brown ears flopped back and forth as he moved his head, making the fox giggle. The Dalmatian stood a full head taller than Dave, and his long, thin legs took up a fair amount of room as they moved across the dance floor.
The fox glanced behind his dance partner briefly. Warren stood a few feet back, dancing on his own but keeping a close eye on how they were doing. They made eye contact, and the blue dragon gave him a grin and an approving nod.
Dave knew that giving Brock too much time to think would make his whole plan less likely to work. He needed to keep this dog horny. Make him beg for Dave's body. He turned his back to the canine and backed up towards him, putting his ass cheeks right on top of Brock's crotch. The fox gave a shudder. He could feel the other's canine cock through the shorts. And boy was it big.
The fox put his weight on the balls of his feet and pushed back and up into the dog's manhood. That earned him a groan and two large paws on the hips. Brock guided Dave's hips side to side with the beat, pulling him close against his canine manhood. The tent was growing more prominent, and Dave felt it go from fleshy and soft to rock hard in moments. The fox positioned the dog's rod right between his cheeks and rubbed him up and down. Brock inhaled sharply and tightened his grip. The Dalmatian drove into his rear. Dave could feel the heat from the other's meaty cock through the two layers of pants.
The two grinded on the dance floor for a chorus and one last drop, before the song finally ended. The crowd burst into applause for Valdivian and chanted for more. Dave turned to Brock. "C'mon, let's sit down and get to know each other a bit before we have some more fun."
He led the dog over to an unoccupied lounge bench along the wall of the room. They sat down close enough to rub against each other. Dave put one paw around Brock's shoulder while the other set to work rubbing the dog's fuzzy chest through his shirt. "So tell me, what brings you here tonight?"
"Well, you know, having some fun is all. And it looks like I've found it."
The fox chuckled. "You've got that right." He slid his paw under the other's shirt so he could run his fingers through the soft, short fur underneath. The tall Dalmatian gave a murr.
Dave noticed Warren trying to get his attention. The dragon pointed at a set of doors down a short hallway -- the ones Tiago had mentioned earlier. Warren shook his head and motioned for him to continue what he was doing. Guess all the rooms are occupied right now. Better keep him excited and talking.
"So let me guess," Dave said in Brock's ear, leaning over to give it a playful nip, "you've come to get away from the troubles of your world? To forget your personal life for a while and let out your wild side?"
The Dalmatian shuddered as his ear was nibbled. "N-not exactly. Just looking to try some new things. Only got so much time in life for that kind of stuff, y'know?"
"Mmm, then we better make the most of it." He slid his paw downward until his fingers played their way underneath the edge of Brock's pants and underwear. Down so far south there was definitely more skin than fur, since all the dog's fur was so short anyway. He rubbed the Dalmatian's pubic region in slow circles, watching every little reaction, listening to Brock's breath catch.
It didn't take long to find something thick and fleshy down there. Dave reached down and gripped it so he could move it to a much more accessible vertical position. Brock shut his eyes and moaned. The fox could already feel the blood vessels standing out from the flesh, pumping more and more blood into the stiffening erection, making it ever bigger, thicker...
Brock reached across and undid the button and zipper on Dave's own pants. He pulled the elastic the fox's underwear up to inspect its contents. Dave blushed. His vulpine cock had only just started rising, and currently sat in its compact, flaccid form. Though Brock's paw looked determined to change that.
The dog reached his large paw down past his cock and cupped his fuzzy white sack. Dave gasped. He squirmed as the other gave a playful squeeze. He felt his orbs roll around in the dog's playful fingers. Dave's vulpine cock started standing up straighter. It rubbed against Brock's fuzzy forearm, which was moving up and down steadily. The Dalmatian's knobby wrist was right on top of his base, and he could feel his knot starting to puff up.
Dave ran his fingers along the length of Brock's dick. It was almost hot to the touch. He could smell its musky scent starting to permeate the air. He wanted to go down on that cock right then and there, to taste its thick, meaty goodness, but he didn't think the club's owners would appreciate such a public act. As it stood, he and Brock were already drawing quite a few stares. Some people were clearly trying to look anywhere but at them, others gave approving nods before going about their business, and a few were keeping an eye on them out of the corner of their eye, their paws slowly descending to their crotches...
Two thick legs planted themselves right in front of the Dave and Brock. The fox's paw quickly withdrew from the other's cock and his ears drooped back. Shit! The bouncer! Now we're in for it...
"Gentlemen, it seems a room has just become available," a familiar voice said. "I'd suggest we take it before it's reoccupied."
Dave looked up and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Warren. Apparently he'd been watching their every move. The fox let his gaze trace up the angles of the dragon's legs and saw there was a noticeable bulge in his pants. Dave and the Dalmatian stood up and made sure their privates were sufficiently covered before shuffling open to the open room.
Warren held open the door and they all filed in. It wasn't large, by any means. Nor was it the Bellerose. There were two table stands against the wall, with empty beer bottles, ashtrays holding condom packages, and various lube containers covering them. There was a queen-size bed in the middle, its back to the far wall, and there was a simple, sturdy chair on either side of the door. The bedsheets, he was sure, would smell like countless lascivious experiences that happened there before. The room itself seemed alive with tense, sexual energy.
It would do perfectly.
Warren grabbed his arm and lowered his muzzle to the fox's ear. "Play the prostitute," he whispered. "Remember, confidence!"
Brock sat down on the edge of the bed and gave the two of them a questioning glance. Warren motioned for the fox to join him there. "So, Brock, are you finding this one to your liking?" the dragon said in a low, sultry voice.
"Oh, definitely," the dog said and nodded excitedly. The red tip of his dick was poking out from the elastic of his underwear.
"Excellent. I think he'll suit your needs just fine. Won't you, Davey?... Oh for gods' sake, Dave, stop arranging the bed! It looks fine!"
"But it's wrinkly!" the fox protested.
"Soooo what will you be doing during all this?" Brock asked Warren.
The dragon's tail curled slightly. Defensively? "Why, performance evaluation, of course. Anyone in the business knows they have to keep a close eye on customer satisfaction." He sat himself down in one of the chairs across from the bed and got comfortable. "Please, don't mind me. Dave, be a dear and show our lovely guest how we make new friends."
The fox blushed. He wasn't used to being talked to this way. He didn't know if he should act like he normally would in bed, or if he should try to do his best porn star impression. That had worked all right so far, but now that he was sitting next to the dog on the bed, things were about to reach a whole new level.
One step at a time, he reminded himself. He reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it in the corner. He grabbed the edge of the Dalmatian's shirt and did the same. Dave took in the sight of the other's chest for a moment. It wasn't nearly as chiseled as Warren, but it was still toned, defined. Pink nipples broke up the monotony of the otherwise white belly, just begging to be played with.
As he gazed, on the muffled beat outside changed. It soon became recognizable as a house remix of Da Ya Think I'm Sexy? Dave had to wonder if Tiago was playing it with his situation in mind.
Dave slid off the bed and knelt between the dog's legs. He slipped off the other's shoes and socks. He undid Brock's belt and zipper, and after a few seconds of shimmying and pulling all that was left was the Dalmatian's bulging underwear. The fox smiled. Keeping Brock turned on would be a piece of cake.
Remember: you're here on job-related business, said a little voice in his head. Don't forget the task at hand.
He pulled down the dog's tight briefs and the angry red cock beneath flopped out, tapping the fox on the nose. Its scent commanded his senses. Powerful yet smooth. Just like in 361. He felt his pulse in his temples. His body was ordering him to go down on the dog, and he was happy to oblige. He exhaled through his mouth, blowing gently on the sensitive skin. The dog trembled in anticipation. Dave lowered his head to the Dalmatian's large, all-brown sack and drew his tongue against it. His tongue and nose caressed the length of the canine's manhood, which was growing bigger with every pulsing heartbeat.
"Wait a minute," Brock said. Dave paused, confused. The dog scooted back on the bed and lay on his side. "C'mon, lie down with me. I wanna try something I've never done before. And I think you've already earned a little reward."
Dave and Warren exchanged surprised glances. The dragon motioned for him to go along with it. Dave stretched himself out on the bed alongside Brock, but facing the opposite direction, just as he was indicating. The dog slid his fingers underneath Dave's trousers and underwear and pulled down, revealing the fox's own growing cock poking out of its engorged, fuzzy sheath. Brock hesitantly touched the fox's soft sack, feeling its warmth and the dimensions of its sensitive contents. Dave let out a slow exhale as the other explored his nether regions. His fingers probed every inch of Dave's groin experimentally, from tip to base, from taint to grundle. The fox's body was tingling all over before the dog was satisfied and closed his fingers around Dave's dick and started pumping up and down.
The fox murred softly. "Nnf! G-good boy. A little tighter now... A-aahhh, there you go..." Dave smiled. The other was clearly enjoying exploring another male's body, if that thickening knot was any measure of enjoyment. The dog seemed to have a good sense of where the male anatomy's most sensitive spots were hidden.
Dave let his own paw wander over to the Brock's thick meat and start working. First he traced a finger up and down the dog's length, gently caressing the underside and the glans. He made the "OK" sign with his thumb and forefinger and put the finger ring to work on Brock's meaty head. It was squishy yet firm, hot to the touch and quickly getting wet with pre. Dave smiled as the hole at the tip opened and closed under his touch and made tiny popping noises.
"Eep!" Dave gasped as he felt a warm, sloppy kiss against his own shaft. The canine gave little pecks along its length, soon switching to dragging his tongue against it. Dave shivered. The dog's tongue couldn't seem to get enough of it. Up and down, in front and behind, sheath to tip, the Dalmatian was determined to taste every bit of him.
Now's my chance to compare his taste with that of the dildo from earlier, Dave realized. He shuffled into position and brought his chin to Brock's ballsack. The dog trembled as Dave's tongue slid out and probed his sensitive crevasse. It felt hot and sweaty. With every inhalation Dave's head was buzzing with the other's powerful scent, beckoning him in. He stuck his tongue out further until tip touched taint.
Brock let out a whine. His paw clenched down on Dave's dick. "H-hey! Easy now," the fox said. "Relax. Just wanna lube you up a bit before we have a little more fun."
"Dave, there's lube over here on the tab--"
"Warren, not now," the fox hissed.
"What? I'm jus--... Oooohhhh."
The fox smiled and shook his head before burying his muzzle once more into Brock's crevasse. His tongue snaked out and swirled around the other's twitching hole. The dog's squirming made penetration a little difficult, but he was able to poke past the puckered ring a few times and get a good taste of taint. That sharp yet intoxicating smell. And the flavor...
"Hng?-... Nnnmmmm~" The fox closed his eyes and gave a low, long murr as he felt a maw close down on his junk. Brock was getting more adventurous, finally breaking out of his shell, and was now bobbing up and down on his glans. Dave's ear twitched as he heard a zipper opening nearby. He smiled. Guess Warren couldn't stand simply watching.
The dog went further down on him, wrapping his long tongue around his shaft. Dave's hips protested against the too-gentle stimulation, wanting to thrust deep into that maw that was providing such a light, lusty touch, but he knew he needed to let the canine go at his own pace. Which soon proved to be a good thing -- he heard a gagging sound and the hot, wet maw came off his needy cock.
"Easy there," Dave said. "Go as slow as you need." Man, this guy's acting like an amateur. Maybe he could use a few pointers. Brock nodded, and after collecting himself started again, but this time more slowly. "Th-that's it, nice and easy. You don't have to take it all right away. Bring that paw on up and play with-- Nnnff, yeah, the knot, just like that. Mmmph. Good. Riiiight there. That's a good boy. Ngh, your tailhole's so nice and... god, squishy and tasty. I could eat you up. Once you're all warmed up I'm gonna... Ooh, easy now. Slow down a bit. Too fast and you'll... Nngh! B-Brock, slow down. Ease up or I'll blow early. You're gonna... you're gonna... Brock I'm s-serious. I'm gon-- Hngh! Brock I... Ngh, fuuuhck!"
The dog came up and closed his eyes as strings of fox spoo shot out and started coating his muzzle. The air was cold on Dave's wetted dick, only adding to the stimulation. He couldn't stop -- Brock's paw squeezed his knot firmly and pumped, milking out more than the fox normally would have liked to blow this early in the night. The last few sticky strands squirted out and Dave's balls finally got a break. The two panted lustily.
"T-that your first time giving oral?" Dave asked.
"Erm, to a guy, yeah," Brock said, blushing.
The fox smiled. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
"Looked pretty hot from over here," Warren said. Dave glanced over and his breath caught in his throat as he beheld the dragon's massive cock in a paw, ridges prominent and positively oozing pre from the tip. "Get what you needed, Dave?"
"Huh? Oh, right. Yes, I got exactly what I needed~"
"And?"
"And," Brock cut in, "I still haven't gotten off yet. So don't think you're getting off that easy. You see how big you got this knot? It needs to be stuffed somewhere, and I think I know exactly where. Turn over and put your ass in the air, foxie."
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