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A deep red moon hung over the city, the streets were full of the sound: growling predators, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and panicked screams as those unaffected by the moon's dark influence trying to run away from the endlessly horny monsters that now roam the streets. This was Patrick's home, but for now he sat in a dive bar; sipping on a blue tropical drink, umbrella and all. He finished this one, and the bartender handed him another.

He was worried, for the past two weeks he'd been going to a strip place called "The Foxhole". There was a new dancer there: another fox, his name was Kemmy, and there was just something about him that immediately grabbed Patrick's attention. The way he moved, his dances perfectly complimenting the music just right, plus that body was to die for. He'd only seen it totally bare a few times, but he was hooked. Unfortunately, that fox was probably underneath some guy's body, struggling to breath with both a cock down his throat and one up his ass. Patrick tried to help, offered to escort him home, the older fox had every city street and every shortcut memorized after living in the place for years and having to deal with this every month. That beauty of a fox turned him down though, no doubt preferring to brave the perils of the city than get creeped on by some older guy who liked watching him dance. If only he hadn't come on too strong, if only he had been gentler, less judgmental, he would have been able to lead the fox back home, maybe even get closer to him and....

He swallowed about a quarter of his glass just trying to get those thoughts out of his head. There was no use in lamenting the past, he'd just have to hope that the younger fox was well enough to work in a few days and Patrick would see him again. Hopefully his next approach would work out better, he made advances on other boys working at the club too, but there was something special about this one.

Just then, the door burst open, and a panting young fox came through, taking a few moments to catch his breath. It took a second in the dive bar's dingy lighting, but...it couldn't be! It was Kemmy! He could tell by the purple tipped hair, the brown fur, the rainbow pins he had in his right ear, and the very effeminate clothes he wore. The dancer and Patrick must have looked totally different, with his own red fur, a plain white button up shirt, and a necklace, though he did like to color his hair blue, it suited him. Patrick tried to remain inconspicuous, not wanting to creep the dancer more than he already had. He kept silent with a lump in his throat and a heart that wouldn't stop beating. Very slowly he sipped on his drink and he eavesdropped on the fox talking to the bartender. Though, he could hardly control himself when the dancer started talking about needing a drink, sensing an opportunity, Patrick took it.

"I will pay for his drink barkeep!" the older fox shouted out from the other side of the bar. He looked away when the dancer locked eyes with him.

"It's the least I can do," he added, "I'm so sorry! I really thought you knew what full moons were all about. I wouldn't have let you go alone otherwise..."

He trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

The dancer spoke, a tinge of disbelieve in his voice, "You...you are that guy from the club before."

That hurt just a little, 'that guy' but what did he expect, he really hadn't introduced himself before.

"My name is Patrick," he said, looking at the fox now, "And I am sorry if I came off too strong before or something. I know it's a hard job. I really didn't want to disturb you."

The younger fox gave him a smile, "Oh, no, absolutely not! It was sweet, really. I was just exhausted. But I need to freshen up a bit now! Please excuse me for a minute or two."

Patrick smiled back, glad that he hadn't messed up his first impression, "Yes, of course! Take all the time you need. It must have been rough out there! I'll wait here for you," he trailed off, "If you want me to...that is..."

The older fox was back to being nervous, the dancer was just so cute, no doubt escaped a bunch of different sex maniacs out there. Would he really want to sit and talk with some older guy who liked watching him dance naked? The fox walked towards him on the way to the bathroom. Patrick felt like he should say something.

There was a look of regret on his face as he spoke, "I am so sorry....I should have warned you. But I... I didn't know you didn't know....you know?"

He sighed, both at his repetition and for not realizing that the fox was new and probably didn't know how things worked around the city, "stupid me."

Without a word the other fox stopped to listen, but then walked past, Patrick could tell there was a lot on his mind...and that the dancer really did need to freshen up at least a little. He must have been running for quite awhile. He disappeared into the bathroom and Patrick started to...well fantasize about what could happen. He hadn't been this excited about talking to someone since his high school crush. They would bond over some drinks! Then, maybe, after a few hours Patrick could convince him to go back to his place, where they could stay till morning instead of this dingy dive bar. And maybe, once there, they could sit on the couch, arms wrapped around one another as they kissed, the dancer unbuttoning the dress shirt while he felt the fox up through that thin.....

Then he stopped fantasizing. Who was he kidding? There was no way that cute little foxy was going to go back with him. He'd probably take the free drink, go back out onto the streets after a few minutes of talk, and get caught by an inescapable mob and be used until morning. All he needed to do was come back to where it was safe, back to his place. Once there, Patrick knew that Kemmy would see things his way, and would be so appreciative of someone who just wants to see him safe, to see him with the right person.

Mulling this over in his head, Patrick decided that he couldn't let the fox leave the bar unless it was with him and that he had to find some way to get that fox to come back to his apartment. It would be safer there...and once he saw just how much Patrick cared for him, he'd never want to leave. Patrick could...sense it somehow, that fox wanted someone who would hold him, take care of him, keep him safe, and adore him. That's probably why he started to dance in the first place, to get that adoration, but it was the shallow appreciation of men who just wanted to see a hot bod. Hell, maybe that's why he went out on his own, he must have been able to sense SOMETHING was up, even without specifically knowing about the full moon. Perhaps, the fox wanted to be used, abused, deep down, not knowing why he worked at strip clubs. The fox wanted all of this, really, but those animals outside wouldn't want HIM, they'd want his throat and his tailhole, nothing more. Patrick's appreciation, went deeper, yes there was that body, but beyond all of that, Patrick could see true beauty underneath. There was something more to that dancer, but if he ended up attached to whatever beast slides his member into that slutty hole first, it would never be noticed.

The sound of two drinks hitting the counter snapped him out of his train of thought. Mumbling something he pulled out his wallet and took a note out. He slid some money over, thinking about how he was going to keep that fox safe. There was no way Kemmy would willingly go back to Patrick's apartment, the fact that he was here and not on some rooftop weathering it all out hinted to impulsivity. He'd either have to trick, or force him back, for his own good. But Patrick couldn't overpower him, for one thing trying to keep a struggling, squirming fox from escaping and getting back to his house would mean rape through the night for the both of them, so that was out. Then, the older fox got an idea.

"Hey...barkeep do you still have those...pills?"

This was a shady bar for a reason, he'd heard rumors of unscrupulous bartenders selling roofies and the like here.

"Yeah, I do, going to cost you though."

The older fox slid another bill across the counter, the bartender nodded, took the money, and reached underneath the counter. When the barkeeper pulled his hand back up, he dropped a single pill in front of the older fox.

"Didn't take you for that type, but never mind all of that, just let it dissolve and he'll be out all night."

He gave the fox a short nod and went back to leaning against the counter, probably bored.

Patrick stared at the pill for a second, so many implications, thoughts, judgments went through his head. But he steeled himself, there was no way that young fox was going to let himself be adored until someone made him, and Patrick would treat him nicely both during and after. Though, Patrick didn't want the fox out the whole night, just enough to get back to his apartment and...appreciate the dancer's body.

Using his umbrella's point he broke the pill in half and plopped it into the younger fox's drink, twirling the half a pill around in the glass to make sure it fully dissolved. He didn't want Kemmy to be passed out the entire night, just enough to get him to safety. It was mostly gone when a scream rang out from the bathroom.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!"

Before the older fox could even stand up, the bartender pulled a gun from the corner and kicked open the bathroom door, then a puff of compressed air let loose. Patrick craned his head and saw a dog with no pants on drop to the floor, tranquilizer dart in his back.

While the dancer talked to the barkeep Patrick quickly checked the younger fox's glass, his heart pounding with nervousness, praying that there was no evidence. To his relief there wasn't, not a single sign that anything had been done to it. Sitting straight, Patrick's heart didn't calm down at all, and only speeding up when the dancer sat next to him.

"There you are!" he exclaimed, "You look much better. I...I am so sorry you had to endure all of this."

He did mean that, Patrick remembered his first nights around the city, it was rough learning everything. The older fox was so glad that Kemmy seemed to have gotten here without too much trouble.

"Don't worry, I am fine. I made it after all," the young fox said.

"Well," Patrick replied clinking his glass with the other fox's, "Looks like I'm getting that drink after all. Even though I really wish the circumstances were different,"

"Thank you for all of this," Kemmy replied, seemingly unaware of what was in his drink.

That was good at least, but it seemed Kemmy downed about a fourth of it, and he didn't seem to suspect anything wrong. Good, Patrick just had to keep him talking and drinking and the pill would kick in soon. Though, he had to stop his hand from shaking from nervousness, thankfully the few drinks he had before helped ease his nerves.

"It was a long night," the younger fox added, "and usually I don't get involved with customers besides...you know, business."

There were butterflies in Patrick's stomach, he pretended to let it slide, "I understand. Of course I do. It was dumb, and I feel kinda silly for it now."

"No! Don't say that! It was sweet. Really."

Patrick looked up at the fox, wanting so bad to tell the fox everything, how much he wanted him, how much beauty he knew was hidden underneath the trashy clothes and femboy body. But, he knew he couldn't, in fact, he had no idea what to say next.

'Oh no,' Patrick thought, 'he's going to figure it out, I gotta think of something to say,"

But his mind came up blank, all he could think about was the fox, and how much Patrick craved him right now.

"...so...all this talk about the full moon...it's true after all, huh?"

Finally! Something he could actually talk about. Patrick raised his glass, clinked the two rimes together and both drank some more.

"I am afraid so...you haven't lived here very long have you," he remarked, "Well...on nights like this, some people lose their minds. Can't control their instincts I guess. Those affected by it go out. Drinking. Picking Fights. Trying to get laid, by any means possible. Most won't even remember it the next day. It's tragic really."

He spun the umbrella in his own drink a little bit, carefully trying to see how much of the drink was left. It seemed about half empty. He hoped the fox hadn't realized what was in it yet. Though, it was subtle, Patrick could tell from Kemmy's eyes that the pill was starting to effect him, at least a little bit. The best way to keep it up is to keep him distracted.

"And it only gets worse as the night progresses. You really left the club just in time I'd say. My prayers to whoever came out after you. One full moon night I saw a young dancer being pulled off the stage and taken advantage of by ten men or more. I never saw that boy at the club again."

He shuttered just a little, "I can't even bear thinking about that happening to you."

And he really meant it, maybe he was coming across too strong again, but knowing that this special little creature was being ravaged by those who wouldn't even try to see beyond the physical, it churned his stomach.

"People around here don't usually talk about it. It....just happens. And those who are not affected just stay home and wait it out. It has become...kind of a normal thing you know? Besides...what are you supposed to do about it anyways?"

"Well enough of that," He said, holding his glass up, "Tonight I came to the club just for you anyway."

Oh no, he wasn't sure if he could keep his admiration for the fox inside anymore. The booze must have gotten to him a little bit soon. Fuck it, maybe a quarter of a pill would be enough.

"You know...I really meant what I said before. I really like your show."

"Thank you so much," Kemmy said, clinking his glass and taking a drink, "I'm really glad you...you like it."

There it was, the pill must be taking effect by now. The fox's words were a little more slurred, he seemed a little out of it. Patrick had him! Plus the next dose hadn't hit the fox yet. It was only a matter of time now. He bet that if Kemmy tried to stand he could get maybe two feet falling down. Finally, without fear of the dancer turning tail and running away, he could get all of these thoughts of his chest.

"The way you move....your expression...there is so much more to your performance than just an exotic dance," He didn't even bother to hid is wonder with the fox anymore, there was no point, "It's art. It's pure art!"

"I wouldn't...I...it's a...job...you know?" The fox replied clearly out of it but still not realizing what was happening. This was too perfect. Patrick decided to seal the inevitable.

"One you do exceptionally well! Let's drink to that!"

He raised his glass, and Kemmy did the same. They clinked together and the dancer finished his drink.

"Since I saw you I never missed a show. I've seen every performance since then," he said, hungrily awaiting the moment he could grab him.

"First...what do...are you..." Kemmy said, dazed, clearly struggling to stay conscious

"Every evening. For over a week now."

"Wait...how did you even...get here..." it took moment before the femmy fox could speak again, "I feel funny..."

'It was too late to get away now little foxy,' Patrick thought to himself, out loud he continued, "I know you. I really do! After the first night, I followed you. I watched you. I dreamed about you."

It all came pouring out, he couldn't keep it all inside anymore.

"Wha...what's happening to me..." the fox said, clearly fading.

"I wasn't surprised that you would refuse me at the club. Really. They always do. But you are different, I can feel it. And I can show you!" His heart beated faster and faster, he was so close! His hands were going to be full tonight.

"I want to hold you...be with you...and you know," His heart leaped and his loins stirred as he spoke, "Just because I'm not affected by the moon doesn't mean I don't want to fuck you."

He gave the fox a look of naked lust.

The younger fox's eyes widened, what was happening finally hitting him, "You...are..ins.."

How cute, he couldn't even finish the sentence, "I can't believe you would let this happen so easily. You simple must know not to leave your drink with strangers. You must secretly want it too. Even if you can't admit it yet."

He licked his lips and grinned at the fox, his shaft already hard in his pants, heart racing, this was going to be a special night, "But I will make you admit it. You'll see..."

With that, the younger fox's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he dipped forward, about the smash his face onto the hardwood floor. Patrick quickly caught him, his right hand catching the falling fox's chest and the right grabbing onto his waist.

He held the warm body to him, nuzzling the fox's unconscious muzzle a little, simply enjoying being so close to Kemmy after all this time. But he had to get him to safety fast, after only a few seconds he hoisted the fox's limp body over his shoulder, hanging from the waist down, that slim dancer's chest rested on his back. Patrick gave the fox's butt a squeeze through the tight jeans he was wearing and shuttered in arousal at the feeling, his hard cock jumping in his pants.

"Oh yes, I'm going to take really good care of you tonight."

With that, he headed off, moving as fast as he could as safe as he could through the streets. The smell of sex wafted through the air, only making him hornier for Kemmy. There was no doubt left in his mind, he HAD to fuck him as soon as he got to the apartment, he'd explode if he waited any longer!

Bolting across street to street, avoiding the zombie-like dogs who prowled, looking to sink their dick into something warm, he made it. His apartment building. Patrick wasted no time in rushing up the stairs. It was a long way up but he couldn't wait for an elevator. With lust-filled stamina he made it, opening the door and being so excited he didn't even close it. Instead, he laid the fox on the ground, and with shaky paws and a heavy breath, started to undress the dancer. It was surprisingly quick, and soon the fox's bare body was before him. The blue-haired fox stood over the fox, staring at his prize.

Kemmy started to move just a little, a small groan and weakly opening eyes. No doubt confused as to what was happening. His head flopped back and Patrick stared at him, hunger in his eyes. The older fox wanted to savor this: he got on top of the unconscious fox, making sure to keep his own body weight off of him and stared into his eyes once more. They fluttered open again, but Kemmy's head hit the floor, pills still effective it seemed. Patrick worked his way down, snaking his cheek and chin over that lean-muscled bod, crawling backwards. Finally, his head got in between the fox's legs and Patrick decided playtime was over. He pushed the dancer's legs forward, lifting them up and exposing that wonderful tailhole.

Kemmy's head jerked up again, and Patrick made no attempt to hide his intentions, "Oh yes, little foxy, oh yes."

The dancer's head fell down on the floor and Patrick smiled to himself. Poor little foxy couldn't handle it, all the better he ended up here then. As much fun as it was to tease the younger fox, Patrick had needs that couldn't wait anymore. He ripped open his pants, and threw them onto the other side of the room, his red briefs visibly tenting and a noticeable amount of pre leaking through the fabric. With fumbling hands he undid the first two buttons of his shirt before losing patience and pulling it over his head. Along with his shirt off came his necklace, and he quickly shoved down his underwear. His long, incredibly hard fox cock flopped out: the knot already forming. He took a quick sigh of relief before reaching for some lube.

On the floor were a few dildos and other sexual toys. As he squirted some slick gel onto his finger he mused at how much of a sex manic he must look right now. He pressed his finger into that unraped tailhole, carefully rubbing the lube around the hole, making sure to get a little bit inside as well.

"See Kemmy?" the fox said, partly to himself, "Those brutes on the street would have taken you raw. I'm looking out for you here."

With the remaining lube he slicked up his pole and pressed down on the base, lining it up with the younger fox's tailhole. His tip poked the very entrance, that warm tight embrace just a moment away. Patrick took a moment to savor it, the anticipation, the dream, everything he had ever wanted since he saw Kemmy, was about to be his. Patrick took a deep breath, and slid his cock into that tight ass.

He let out a soft, "Ooooooooo," his eyes closed.

It was everything he ever wanted, he looked at those still closed eyes, and held onto the unconscious fox's legs, holding them as he pushed forward, sinking another few inches into the dancer. The stage must have kept him tight, because this was an exquisite ass to fuck.

Patrick pulled out, just a little, before sliding back in, pleasure ran through him as a small jet of pre shot into the fox. Panting, the older fox let it linger for only a second before pulling out and pushing in. He groaned, and gave a panted laugh.

"God damn, amazing ass foxy," With this, he began humping in earnest.

Pulling and pushing his cock into that lubed up ring, gripping the fox's legs, and admiring his body, eyes running up and down; it was all to wonderful

He noticed Kemmy's eyes flutter open again, he just grinned down at him, undoubtedly the little slut was loving it. Patrick gripped that luscious ass and began using him like a fuck toy, pushing and pulling that ass onto his thrusting cock, making each and every single job hit harder, faster, deeper. The knot rammed against Kemmy's tailhole, spreading it little by little. Each thrust the desire to sink it into him grew, each time he had to pull his knot away, there was the desire to ram it right back in. It was too much after a little, and with one particularly violent thrust forward, he grounded his knot against that tight tailhole, spreading it.

That made the dancer fox jerk awake again, his eyes heavy, but wide as he felt the knot knocking on his back door. Patrick grinned down at the fox, pulled back and quickly shoved his knot forward again, almost getting it through. Kemmy whimpered, and Patrick shot him a domineering grin before his pushed his hips forward as hard as he could, and that heavy knot slipped past the ring.

"Ah! AHHHHH!" The younger fox let out, while Patrick could only hold on, keeping his hips pushed forward as his mind blanked and his cock spurted small ropes o cum. The barely conscious fox could slightly feel the warmth going into him, but the pill and the exhaustion of dancing, running, and fucking had taken its toll.

He passed out, held slumped down on the floor. Patrick could only pant above him, feeling the weight of fatigue overtake him as well. He collapsed onto his side, knot still in the fox. After a few moments of rest, he carefully turned the fox onto his side as well, and spooned him, deciding he'd let the knot go down during his sleep.

The older fox closed his eye, hugged his new conquest tightly, and drifted off to sleep.