Moonlit
The full part to Moonlit, has the beginning I wrote prior as well as the newer section. Figured it was easier to do that way. Eh. Hope you enjoy reading :)
It was his favourite bar. In fact, as far as he was concerned it was the best and only bar worth being at in the city. They housed a variety of beers and could make a large enough number of mixed drinks to please the night crowd. Not always busy, some nights live music was there, but also events were hosted, or themed evenings. As this one was turning out to be. Miles got his mark at the door and entered to see the other patrons wearing a variety of garments, not things he would count as proper, or even decent. Girls wearing what appeared to be either pillow cases or garbage bags, guys wearing what he could only assume were towels, like they just got out of the shower, but in public. He was sure they had at least appropriate undergarments on lest things rip or fall away, but wasn't up to holding his breath. Miles just wanted to have some drinks, maybe dance. Blow off steam from the week of work. Wasn't that he hated his job, he just wanted away from the suits and the rules. Getting up to the bar, the bartender gave him a quick look over before commenting just how overdressed he was. Tshirt, blazer, jeans, and sneakers, he was the fanciest person around. Well, except the bartenders. They blessedly still wore their usual button up black shirt and pants ensemble.
"Picked the perfect night to dress casual for Everything Goes but Clothes night. Not casual enough my friend. But don't worry, we won't kick you out. Or judge you too hard" she said with a wink, handing Miles his beer. He tipped an invisible hat in salute before moving to a wall near the dance floor. The music was already pumping and people were already grinding away with one another. Miles wondered if he'd be able to find a cute girl to partner up with but his scans showed that all seemed to be taken. Presumably having come in with guys or meeting them on the floor before he arrived. As he drank his beer Miles felt the prickles on his neck of someone watching him. Scanning the crowd he didn't notice any eyes watching him so he shrugged it off to still feeling tense because of work. It had been a far more intense week than others in the past. Needy clients, irritable boss and bosses boss. Miles slowly migrated onto the dancefloor, careful of his beer to not bump into anyone. Didn't want to spill a drop.
As he danced Miles could feel the tension easing out of his muscles, helped along by the beer and music. The feeling of being watched didn't dissipate though in all that time. If nothing else it became stronger as time progressed. After having finished his second beer and taking off his blazer Miles was really starting to get into the music when a pair of hands gripped his hips and a body pressed up against his back. He knew right away it was a guy from the feel of his body. The stranger didn't let Miles stop, using his hands and hips to keep their bodies rocking and grinding together. "Dude what're you doing?"
"Dancing with you, what does it look like" said the stranger. He kept their bodies in sync, making the occasional thrust with his hips against Miles' ass. "Wanted to since I saw you come in. But man you're overdressed. Lets get these jeans off you so everyone can see your great ass." The comment made Miles blush, which he blamed on the beer. The strangers hands moved around his waist and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper slowly.
"Come on man, don't" Miles said before the stranger dropped his jeans to his ankles, prompting him to step out of them lest he trip, leaving him in only his tshirt and boxer briefs. "I'm not in the business of getting naked in public. And more to the point I'm not gay." The stranger smirked, pressing his hips back against Miles, feeling more of his body without the jeans interfering. Miles gasped as he felt what he realized was the strangers cock on his ass. And he was huge.
"Not gay eh? Well maybe that's true. But you have been dancing with a guy for a while now, and didn't even resist my dropping your pants. Not to mention you're hard too. Look around though, nobody cares. Labels don't matter, just enjoy it." The stranger got back to grinding with the music, though he was humping Miles with much more regularity. Miles decided to do just as suggested. He didn't want to think about what it meant or might mean that he was hard dancing with a guy. In that moment he was enjoying himself so together they danced. At some point the guy had lowered Miles' briefs enough to expose his ass and lowered his own speedo till his cock sprang free against Miles. What followed was less dancing and increasingly more like sex, the stranger humping his cock between Miles' ass cheeks. And still nobody around them noticed, too caught up in their own sexual liquor dance.
"This is hot, wouldn't you say?" the stranger asked. Miles nodded his head without thinking, biting his lip. "Can press against your tight ass, right up against here with my cock? Thick cock head against your hole." Leaning in he whispered, "You want me to fuck you right here, don't you?" The yes that followed was so quiet the noise of the bar all but swallowed it up. Only two heard it, the two whom it concerned. Smirking, the guy rubbed his cock against Miles' ass, lubing him up. Then slowly, agonizingly so, the stranger applied pressure until the head popped into Miles, eliciting a gasp. Inch after thick inch sunk into him until the stranger bottomed out, grinding his hips. Miles tried to think about his situation but his brain proved unable to function. With the alcohol in his system, throbbing cock between his legs, and throbbing meat in his ass, rational thought was beyond his capacity. The stranger fucked him with long, slow thrusts, taking his time and enjoying the sensations. Taking his time he wanted it to last but could feel his balls tightening, ready to blow. The stranger leaned in and whispered in Miles' ear "I'm gonna breed you, fill you up full. Ready? Yea here we go." Grunting, the stranger shot his load inside Miles, the other wanting desperately to have his own. For some reason his body resisted while craving it all the same. The stranger eventually popped his cock from his ass and covered their exposed regions.
Pressing their hips back together the stranger leaned in and whispered "want to get out of here and grab a coffee? We'll walk and talk in the moonlight. C'mon." Without waiting for a reply the stranger grabbed a still dazed Miles by the hand, fetched his jeans and blazer and left the bar together. Blinking at the full moon rising over the clouds the stranger gave a toothy smile to the sky.
Into the moonlight, as the stranger guided him along, Miles gave a convulsive shiver from what he assumed was the chill in the evening air. His mind was whirling around with thoughts of what he'd let the stranger do with his body, and the strange enjoyment he'd had. He wasn't an exhibitionist but it had excited him to think someone might have seen what was happening; the rush of the public act, and getting away with it was quite the thrill. Plus his dance partner, there was something about him Miles couldn't place. He figured it was the sort of thing people talk about when they've found their soul mate, how it's just electric, drawn to them, all that stuff. Not evenly dividing his attentions Miles wound up walking right into the stranger who'd stopped and turned. Before he could take a step back two hands grabbed his head and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Surprise was quickly pushed aside, those thoughts he was so lost in bowled over by the sensation of the kiss. So deep and passionate, somehow Miles' legs didn't give out under him. He parted his lips as the strangers tongue sought access, tongues dueling one another as their confined cocks bulged and held a duel of their own. The hands left his head to move down and grope Miles' ass, massaging and spreading his cheeks through his jeans. When the kiss broke Miles was panting and dropped down to his knees. The stranger smirked and quickly freed his hard cock from the confines of his speedo, shoving the head into Miles' mouth just as he let out a moan. Unable to keep himself from sucking Miles just looked up at the stranger with eyes full of questions and concerns.
"That's it. What, you worried about someone seeing? Don't worry, nobody is gonna see a thing. Take a look around if you don't believe me." Miles let his eyes roam as much as he was able with a mouthful of hard cock and noted the darker alley he'd apparently been steered into. That worry out of the way he let himself sink fully into the sensations he was feeling, sucking the strangers cock with vigor. The stranger let out a throaty groan. "Oh yes now you're getting into it aren't you. Yea just like that. Uuugh yes fuck your throat."
With each thrust of his hips Miles ended up having more and more of that cock down his throat as it grew and expanded. Longer and bigger but he never noticed. The stranger had awakened something and it wasn't to be stopped or denied. The strangers breathing was getting rough and ragged. "It's time now. We're gonna be... fuuuuuck" he cut off as his body shook with his orgasm, all firing right down Miles' throat. Withdrawing his cock and stuffing it back into his speedo which was bulging far more noticeably than before the stranger watched as Miles hunched over on his hands and knees breathing heavily. His hard member throbbed noticeably in his boxer briefs, for he'd never put his jeans back on in his daze leaving the bar, before his body shuddered and a dark wet spot stained his briefs as his own powerful orgasm claimed his body. The stranger grinned down Miles before fishing a speedo from the pocket of his blazer and holding it out Miles.
"Here, it's not super covering but better than those you have on right? Hiding the evidence, as it were." Miles nodded his agreement as he stood and accepted the speedo. Feeling suddenly modest he blushed and turned to face away from the stranger and dropped his briefs. Stepping out of them and into the speedo Miles bent down to pull them up when the stranger grabbed his hips and buried his face in Miles' ass, tongue licking over and into his hole. He felt a prickling of pleasure all over his body, noticing that it was much more around his ass, writing it off as being from the strangers stubble.
Stubble?
As soon as it had started it ended and the stranger moved out and away from Miles, pulling up the speedo as he stood up, tucking his hard cock into the tight material. He grabbed Miles' hand and started to lead him towards the entrance of the alleyway. Looking back he smirked. "By the way, call me Jack." With that Jack lead Miles back into the street, their jeans and Miles' cum soaked boxers abandoned.
Jack towed Miles along till he came to a shop that had the look and feel of a classic mom 'n pop shop, opening the door to the sound of a chime, and led him inside and to a seat. It was evident that Jack had been to the shop a number of times for he simply waved to the couple at the counter and they brought over two cups of coffee and exchanged a little idle small talk. From it Miles learned that Jack was twenty-seven and worked in finance. Fairly small facts but it was something to focus on to to keep his thoughts from rafting away on the current thoughts from tonight's events. He wasn't in any frame of mind to sort through them tonight. Eventually the couple headed back to the counter to serve another patron and Jack turned his gaze back toward Miles, capturing his attention with his eyes. Miles could feel himself slipping into that gaze, like he was tumbling down, lost into it. The gray, almost silver of his irises was so much like the moons face shining in the night sky. Deep pools of unknown depths.
Suddenly Miles snapped back to the moment when Jack put his hand over his. "Where'd you go?" he chuckled. "Your coffee is going to get cold. It's really good here; best in the city I'd say." While he and Jack chatted Miles couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable the seat was, squirming and trying to get comfortable. When it started to become painful Jack asked "You alright, you're fidgeting up a storm there."
"My... My ass" Miles mumbled. Jack tisk'd with a smile, setting some money on the table before helping Miles from his seat and out of the shop. He walked supported on Jacks arm to a secluded area but one lit well enough by the moon. Jack had Miles lean forward and support himself on the wall so he could inspect the situation.
"Lets have a look see and work out the- a ha I see the problem right away. Just gonna..." With a loud rip Jack split the speedo material right down the back, much to the immediate relief of Miles. He turned to look back and tell Jack that it worked when his mind jerked at what he saw happening behind him. Strangely, the main thing that held the majority of his attention was that Jack had completely stripped naked. His eyes then darted between the other situations: his ass covered in thick brown fur, watching as a long ropey tail covered in the same brown fur with a black tuft on the end grew longer; watching as Jacks ears grew longer, covered in the same gray fur on the rest of his body, and migrated to the top of his head, and as his face began to push out into a muzzle; and finally his eyes settled on the massive thick meat hanging between his legs, flared head leaking precum on the floor.
"What... Jack what are you? Why're you so... big... thick..." Miles moaned. Jack laughed.
"You mean what're we, and the answer is that we're donkeys. Or soon will be. Again, for me. Gods your ass is beautiful" Jack gave his now dark puckered hole a kiss. "We loose our forms and go human. Can't get it back unless we find a mate and bond while the moon is peaked. The human mate, that's you," he gave the hole another kiss and lick, "takes our seed twice while the moon is up. Once to plant, the other to ignite. Then we take form together. Goes faster for me since I'm reclaiming what I am. Time to breed you mate-y" Jack started to laugh but quickly devolved into brays. He rose up and mounted against Miles leaning against the wall, his hooves clacking on either side of Miles. Miles didn't even try to put up any resistance. He wanted that thick cock in his ass all the time. He felt his face begin to press out into a muzzle as the flared head of his mate pressed beyond his hole, sinking deep to the hilt. Miles then felt his body begin to expand before noting his Tshirt was still on the whole time, but heard it beginning to snap and tear against the muscle underneath. The material reached its limit and fell to the ground in shreds around the two donkeys. Both their bodies tensed up as their cocks surged and erupted, Miles spraying the ground while Jack filled him up full. Overhead the moonlight shone down, like a spotlight on their mating act.