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The Whimper Club

By Danath

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A short, lean mouse walked down the sidewalk past several small shops - a clothing boutique, a small greengrocer, a liquor store - all closed for the night. The shops, located on the Synergism Technologies corporate campus, served the tens of thousands of employees present during the day, but the whole area was like a ghost town after dark. The time was close to ten according to his phone, which he replaced in his pocket. Jericho's light gray fingers brushed against a small card and he pulled it free of the pocket on his tight jeans, which hugged his slim waist and hips. The mouse's large, round ears twitched as the bare, pink tail hung over the back of his pants.

He examined the card for the fifteenth time, re-reading the words on it and turning it over, quadruple-checking the back was actually just plain black with no writing on it at all.

"The Whimper Club

Part of SynTech Hospitality Corporation

By invitation only

Present this card for admission after 10 p.m."

And that was it. The card showed up on his desk at work yesterday out of the blue when he returned from a bathroom break. He worked in corporate accounting at SynTech handling a variety of internal accounts. He'd asked around, but none of his co-workers claimed to know anything about it. They'd never heard of the Whimper Club and a quick internet search didn't bring up any results either.

But here it was: an old, heavy wooden door with a small sliding plate on the front at eye level and a sign above featuring the letters "WC" in gilt cursive lettering on a black background. A single lamp sconce hung on the brick wall to the left of the door, illuminating the mouse's eyes and short muzzle.

He was about to lift his fingers to rap on the wood when the slider opened, revealing a large pair of bright green eyes peering at him from a white-furred face. Jericho couldn't tell the species.

"Card?" a voice demanded, slightly muffled through the door, as the eyes continued to peer at him.

"He-here you are," Jericho said, quickly handing the black-edged business card through the opening. A pair of white fingers emerged, stabbed the card through with claws, and the slammed closed the opening.

Jericho waited for a few long seconds, wondering if perhaps he wasn't going to get in regardless. His curiosity was high, which was why he came in the first place, and the rigamarole to get in only made him want to see the inside of the mysterious establishment even more.

Then the door swung open, revealing a dark interior hallway draped in red fabrics. Jericho stepped in and jumped when the door swung closed behind him. He turned and stared, eyes wide, at the nearly seven foot tall ermine mink in full winter coat. The massive mustelid stared right back, eyes undressing the small mouse as they flicked up and down Jericho's lean, slim figure. A full, powerful chest stretched the tight black t-shirt with the letters "WC" in gold lettering on the front, mirroring the sign outside. Jericho's heart thudded in his chest when his gaze dropped to the tall male's midsection. He had fairly short legs and a long torso, making the round cylindrical bulge of the male's shaft even more pronounced in his tight jeans. The rodent swallowed hard and shivered as he turned his gaze away from the muscular male and his predatory stare towards the door at the end of the short hallway.

He could hear light piano music as he pushed open the swinging door. It was covered in plush red velvet that dimpled under his fingers as the interior of the bar was finally revealed to him. Rich mahogany covered everything. Rough wooden planks ran along the ceiling. Smoke curled through strategically placed lights that kept the whole bar aglow in a soft yellow and red hue. A scattering of tables occupied one side, with a large bar in the center. There was a door out the back of the bar, presumably to a kitchen. On the other side of the bar, closest to wear Jericho stood in the doorway, an ornate pool table stood, though it was currently unoccupied.

Beyond the classy architecture of the bar, Jericho's gaze settled on the first person he saw. His muzzle opened, dropping to his feet, when he got a good look at the impressive stallion. The tall male leaned his hips against the bar, relaxed and at ease. A glossy black hide rolled over the bulges of powerful muscles crawling up his sides and chest. He was completely nude, revealing every inch of his powerful, tall body. Jericho's gulped, watching as the big male's pecs danced in the dim light. He was probably taller than the mink out in the corridor, though he was obviously a customer and not a patron. He held a clear glass in his right hand full of an amber liquid and used the other to gesticulate to the thickset white tiger across from him. The tiger was broader in the shoulders and chest, but not as tall as the stallion. He was, if anything, even more muscular though, and like the equine, was completely nude, revealing all of his glossy black and white pelt as it shifted across the flexing, bunching fibers of power beneath.

Suspended in the air between the two, a short and effeminate white-furred mouse squirmed and wriggled. His paws clutched at the tiger's thighs, short claws digging into the thick fur as his legs squeezed around the stallion's hips for purchase. At first, Jericho wasn't sure why he was wriggling around so much - but then the two larger males pulled back at the same time. An astounding amount of veiny, fat male stalk pulled out of both ends of the white mouse for a brief, tantalizing moment, and the suspended mouses belly sagged, spine going into an arc towards the floor. Jericho's draw couldn't go any lower as he watched the stallion and tiger lean in towards each other, still engaged in completely normal conversation, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. The white mouse's body shuddered violently as ropes of jizz shot out of his much smaller shaft. His throat and belly distended around the invading poles as the two males casually pumped back and forth, filling and stretching the orgasming rodent between them. His spine straightened and his whole body flexed upwards as the enormous tubes of maleness stretched him. Despite all that, the little mouse didn't make a single sound - not even a squeak, even his whole body scrunched up like an accordion between the two massive schlongs.

Jericho turned his head slightly and stifled a gasp at the next round of debauchery taking place down the bar. A hulking wolf with a deep brown pelt sat on one of the stools, thumbing through his phone and sipping from a fizzing, clear drink in the other paw. He was well over six feet tall, if Jericho was any judge, and completely built, just like the stallion and tiger. His huge shoulders ran into his neck, but there was no hiding the wriggling, struggling male on his lap. A rabbit, judging from the long ears that occasionally wrapped over the wolf's large shoulder. Jericho couldn't see much of him, but judging from the way the wolf's body was shivering back and forth, something pleasant and large was happening.

There was only one other group in the bar - a pair of big cats, each as big as the other. One was a lion with a large mane that wrapped around his face and joined up at his pecs before forming a treasure trail down his large, round gut. He leaned back in his chair, one arm hanging over, legs spread out beneath the table. His conversation partner, a similarly large wolf with a white and gray pelt, spread his legs as well. Jericho's wide eyes took in the scene as two pairs of furry paws shifted around underneath the table. Judging from the movement, there were at least two people underneath the table pleasuring the large males.

Behind the bar, a fit and athletic otter used a white cloth to polish glasses. He paid the lewdness around him no mind as he examined each glass under the bar light, checking for spots. The otter wasn't as tall as the other tops in the bar, but he was definitely on the way, judging from how his pelt stretched across powerful arms and a fantastic set of abs.

The small mouse stared, head turning side to side, taking in the lewd scene. Nobody paid him any mind. Should he just leave? What was this place? A sex club?

Something warm and firm pressed into Jericho's backside and he yelped, jumping forward before spinning around.

An immense figure filled the doorway. At first, the small gray mouse couldn't even tell what species the incredible specimen was. He was eight feet tall at least, but the door was built high so he didn't have to duck. He did have to turn slightly sideways to get his enormous chest and hips through. Yellow skin spotted with orange dots stretched over immense pecs, shelf-like as they jutted from his chest, and a hard-earned twelve pack of abs that went on for days up his torso. His long neck craned over as large brown eyes stared down at the mouse. A long muzzle twisted into a smile as the muscular giraffe took a step forward into the bar and straightened out.

The long warmth that pressed into his backside also revealed itself. Like the other males in the club, this one was naked. Between his legs, an enormous pink pole swung, batting against the insides of his knees. It was thicker than Jericho's arm. The mouse stared, awestruck at the size of the giraffe. The big male didn't appear to pay him any mind and kept walking, going right past him.

But then the big male paused. His massive rump clenched as he turned his shoulders and looked at the mouse again.

"Hmmph."

It was the only noise the giraffe made as his fingers descended, plucking the mouse from the floor and carrying him at arm's length to the bar. Too shocked to protest or even try to wriggle away, Jericho just stared at the giraffe's torso, spellbound by the variety of flexing muscles and taut hide. The massive male plopped himself into the barstool next to the white and gray wolf, who nodded and lifted his glass in acknowledgement before returning to his phone.

The otter bartender didn't say anything as he poured something from one bottle without a label into a glass and passed it over to the giraffe, who picked it up and sipped it slowly. His arm lowered, dropping Jericho back to the floor and then some as he pushed the mouse down between his legs.

Jericho's brain shut down completely. He knew he ought to leave, that no good could come of this, but when presented with so much musky, glistening giraffe-cock, he found it impossible to resist. The large fingers gave him one last shove towards the immense stalk before pulling away.

"Good news?"

Jericho's ears flicked as his fingers reached out, trembling, hovering near the huge length. He thought it was the giraffe talking, but he couldn't be sure in the dark, sweaty atmosphere under the bar counter.

"Latest investment just paid me back three times over."

"Hey, that's good news. What were you in for?"

The conversation continued as Jericho's wide eyes glinted in the darkness, locked on the massive, veiny length in front of him. His fingers caressed the skin carefully, as though afraid it would vanish if he were to squeeze too strongly. The long pink shaft rippled from the base to the tip, making it lurch outwards and press into Jericho's skinny chest.

"Oh my God," he said under his breath.

Both paws stroked down the length, and he was rewarded with another bulging growth as more blood rushed from the giraffe's muscular body into his endowment. The musk filled his nostrils, making the mouse dizzy with need. He could feel the wetness in his underwear.

"Yeah, so I'd recommend giving him a call. They're looking for another investor on this project. I'm already in."

"The one for 45th Street?"

"That's it, yeah."

Faint, wet, gurgling noises reached Jericho's ears, breaking through his hyper-attentiveness to the oversized cock draping down the barstool legs in front of him. The sound drew his attention to the side, towards the large wolf's legs. The sight made Jericho think his cock was going to fall right off.

A small calico feline wiggled side to side. His back was against the wall of the counter, head up near the countertop itself. The wolf's enormousness plunged straight down his muzzle and into his throat and belly. Rivulets of cum poured out of the calico feline's nostrils as he gagged and choked on the second biggest dick Jericho ever saw - the giraffe's growing length being the first. The feline's eyes squeezed closed as another burst of seed splattered out of his nostrils. His stomach was full. Past full. The calico's belly hung outwards, spreading across the floor and squeezing into the legs of the barstool, completely overwhelmed with potent wolf spunk.

"Oh, hold one on second, sorry..."

A huge gray-furred paw dropped around the calico's ears. The male's eyes stretched wide as the wolf's claws dragged him forward, until his huge knot plugged up against the calico's lips. There was a low grunt before what must have been several gallons of spunk erupted around the wolf's shaft, spilling out and around the calico's face, soaking his head and torso in cum. Rivers of the stuff rolled down his distended belly and drizzled onto the floor around him.

"Ah, that's better. My slut was getting a little loose. Go on, what were you saying about the capitalization gains?"

The moment was surreal. The calico's squirmed, belly growing and growing as the wolf's paw held him down. Jericho's brain noticed the drains set into the floor near the base of the bar and smiled wildly. At least they had a solution for that problem. The calico's stretched muzzle quivered around the pulsing length as finally, after so many deep and gut-churning thrusts, he dragged the small male's head off his length with a few short, rough tugs, before opening his fingers and dropping the male onto the floor beneath the bar with a grimace of distaste on his muzzle at having to touch the feline.

"And those projections are for five years out?"

The small male's nose blew cum bubbles as his soaked body smacked against the side of the bar and slid down, leaving a smear of cum on the mahogany woodwork. Gushes of cum poured out of his muzzle as he cradled his stomach with one paw and violently jerked off his cock with the other, shooting stream after stream of his own jizz across the floor.

The giraffe's erection flexed, sliding up against Jericho's chest and belly again. He turned to face it, quivering, on his knees, and wrapped his arms around the meat, holding it close to his chest. He could feel it pulse and grow in his arms. The gray mouse couldn't stop the groan of desire that welled up inside his chest.

"So anyways, I said - oh, hold on. I think this one is new."

The giraffe leaned back and cast a paltry look at the mouse.

"Worthless cockwhores should be seen and not heard. Make a noise again and you'll regret it." The giraffe leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table as his cock jerked again in the male's arms, which had seized up with terror when the giraffe's attention focused on him.

The way he spoke... the way he moved... the casual disregard in which he held the mouse...

Jericho clamped a paw over his mouth, squeezing his lips together as his cock twitched in his shorts. He was dangerously close to cumming just from the feel of such a monster. And the stench... the smell of so much cum... the weak gasps from the well-used calico only a few feet away...

"Useless sluts," the wolf said, shaking his head. "Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth letting these pathetic excuses for males in here."

The giraffe's chuckle was deep and pleasant.

"Heh... c'mon, you know it's worth it. Even if sometimes you have to deign to speak to one of the filthy little beasts before they'll take the hint."

The giraffe's maleness flexed again, sending flutters up the small mouse's chest as he grasped at it and leaned in, kissing and licking with abandon up and down the pole, holding it straight out - or at least, as much as he could before the tip curled at the back of the bar wall. It was so fucking huge... Jericho's balls ached as he reached past the length to feel the warm, massive black-skinned nuts hanging down to the giraffe's knees. The massive schlong hung over his shoulder as he buried his face in the muscular male's crotch, soaking up the musk and scent, paws feverishly working and squeezing and pulling on those enormous balls.

"Anyways... enough about these degenerate sluts. Too fucking useless to do anything else, right? Okay, tell me more about 45th Street."

"Imagine this huge complex. Apartments on top, shopping below. Seems standard, right? Only here, we're going to..."

Jericho tuned out. The words meant nothing. There was only cock. Though his ears burned at the giraffe's description of him, he knew at this moment he couldn't honestly disagree. At this point in time, stuck under a bar, squeezed between the wood paneling and the single largest dick he'd ever seen, he would do anything for it. Anything.

His mouth opened, stretching wide, but there was no way he could fit even the tip into his muzzle. Instead, he tongued at the slit and stifled the natural groan when a splurt of pre-cum salted his face. His paws stretched towards the base and squeezed back up, gripping the huge veins and pleasuring the bulging urethra. The shaft fattened as it grew harder and harder, eventually squeezing straight forward, pinning the small mouse against the backboard.

"Yeah, I think it sounds like a plan. Do you have an architect lined up?"

"Already working on the plans. Check these out."

The wolf held his phone out, but the giraffe shook his head.

"Hold on one second." He leaned back and reached down between his legs, past his thighs, and snagged the pre-soaked mouse off his feet, hauling him up and setting him down on his hips. The giraffe's incredible stalk jutted upwards, reaching to his pecs, huge and wide and fat. It throbbed against the mouse's chest and belly as it spread his legs wide. Jericho's arms stroked around the pole eagerly, up and down, as he made out with whatever parts he could reach with his thing lips and tongue. His paws smoothed pre-cum down the length until it glistened wetly and dripped. More pre-cum than Jericho could handle rolled over his paws and drizzled onto the floor from the giraffe's swollen nuts, each huge orb three times the size of Jericho's head, counting his ears. The mouse's feet squeezed into the sides of the massive nuts about halfway down, eliciting a rare grunt from the giraffe as he looked through the pictures. When he leaned forward, his chest ground against Jericho's backside, flattening the rodent between the beefy pecs and the stiff maleness. The gray mouse could barely breath, only gasp for breath, as the huge pecs slid against the back of his head.

Still leaning to the side to look at the architectural drawings and renders on the wolf's phone, the giraffe rotated his hips to the side, swinging his huge length out until it pointed over the next barstool over. One of the giraffe's hands reached for the mouse and grabbed him around the back of his neck. Jericho's cock flexed and spat as the fingers tightened and lifted, easily - too easily - pulling him up into the air. The giraffe's other paw casually ripped the jeans off the mouse's body, then pulled on his underwear until the waistband stretched and tore, snapping free and leaving his cock hanging in open air. With a tug of his soaked shirt, it stretched and ripped off the slender male's shoulders in tatters, leaving him hanging totally naked by the neck, legs clutching at the huge warm stalk between his thighs.

Too horny to care, Jericho still wasn't sure what the giraffe was intending. He hung from the huge hand by the neck, both of his own paws gripping the giraffe's wrist to avoid all his weight hanging by the neck. Soon, though, he felt something solid beneath his hips. When a warm splurt squeezed between his rump cheeks and soaked under his tail, though, he finally understood what was going to happen.

The giraffe was going to fuck him.

Jericho didn't try to fight it. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop the huge giraffe. All he could do was grab scraps of his shirt and pull them to his mouth, stuffing as much of the fabric into his muzzle as he could so that he wouldn't make noise.

Faint, muffled squeaks did reach the ears of the two males as the giraffe's fingers dug into the slippery rodent's hips, dragging him against the tip, flexing it up under the mouse's tail. The huge shaft was nearly as thick around as the thin rodent, but somehow, with a few good squeezes, the tip began to slowly stretch open the little male's hips.

"Listen to that disgusting racket," the giraffe said, glancing down at his lap. "Really pathetic. They can't even take a dick without acting like it's the end of the world."

"Can't tell if they're born defective or if it's something they picked up somewhere," the wolf said. His foot moved beneath the bar, dragging the sweaty pads of his bare feet across the cum-soaked face of the panting, half-conscious calico feline still laying where he landed earlier.

"Probably the internet," the giraffe said. His hands clenched hard and forced the mouse down, breaking the tip through and stretching the rodent's ass far wider than should have been possible. The single long, continuous, muffled squeak made the wolf grunt.

"This one might be too loud. Horny little sluts never know how to stay quiet while getting fucked by their betters."

"We'll see. At least the slut's nice and tight."

The giraffe swung back around on the chair, pointing his cock - and the mouse impaled on the fat tip - beneath the bar. Jericho found his chest and face awkward squeezed against the paneling, but trying to make more space by pushing away only forced the throbbing heat spreading open his tailhole deeper. How could he even survive such a dicking? How could it possibly even fit? The mouse shuddered as his cock lurched, spraying seed in fat ropes across the paneling and his own face, turned down towards the floor as he was. He could taste the jizz as it soaked into his t-shirt, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The muscular giraffe's incredible stalk flexed upwards, lifting the mouse's entire body up until his shoulders bounced off the underside of the bar.

"That's better. Maybe they ought to bring the mandatory gags back."

"Nah, these fucktoys would probably enjoy it too much. Besides, I prefer the new rules."

The giraffe grinned and took a sip of his drink. "I'm sure you do... now, what kind of long-term financing are you securing for this project? I have a few lines of credit available for commercial construction..."

Jericho's belly bulged grotesquely as almost a foot of giraffe cock slid suddenly into his body. He shuddered and came, unable to stop the feeling as the incredible maleness completely obliterated him. He couldn't even tell where the hot, warm shaft ended and he began. The incredible dicking changed his brain, altering his thinking permanently through its sheer size alone as his stomach swelled larger. His torso straightened as another chunk of giraffe meat speared him. It took a few minutes, but by pressing his paws flat to the paneling and shoving with all his might, he felt the powerful, muscular thighs press tight against his small, incredibly stretched ass.

Almost as soon as he got on, he slid right back down, unable to hold himself there as the pressure of the pre-cum pushed him down halfway. The squeaks and moans bounced off the paneling as he chewed through his shirt. His claws scraped the wood, joining the other scrapings from previous deep dickings, as he shoved back, trying to take it all again.

Over and over he thrust himself against the giraffe's lap. He came every few minutes. His coinpurse sac twitched and spasmed as his maleness throbbed, soon shooting dry blanks as he clenched and squeezed greedily around the fat maleness plunging into his hips. His stomach bloated with precum as the giraffe grunted, a lewd flex bouncing the mouse's shoulders off the underside of the bar once more. He hit the underside again, and again, and again as the enormous length carried him easily. Jericho's fingers grasped at the smooth paneling and the giraffe's massive knees, but he was getting tossed around by the rigid, inflexible shaft more and more as the hooved male apparently got closer to his orgasm.

It hit like a truck. Jericho felt an intense heat at his ring, and then a feeling of absolute fullness. His fingers dimpled into his sloshing, filled belly as the first few waves of thick jizz soaked into his belly. The pressure was too much, though, and without the giraffe's hand to hold him in place, his body squeezed off the huge stalk like a water rocket. He smacked into the paneling and slumped to the ground as the giraffe's malehood released several more gallons of musky, impossibly rich and potent spunk, most of it rolling and falling and raining directly down the gray mouse's gaping body.

Jericho tipped over to the side, landing with his head near the still panting calico's face. Cum rolled over his heaving chest and face as the titanic giraffe-stalk squirted impossibly large loads of sticky, musky jizz across his naked body.

"I really think this project is going to close quickly, too. We've got some good people in place ready to move on the financing as soon as it's solid. If you want to get in the ground floor, now is the time," the wolf said. "And considering how well we both made out on the last one, I think it's a safe-"

The wolf's words were interrupted by a lewd, low groan from beneath the counter, near their feet, as the spunk-covered mouse shuddered and groaned, cock jerking, spitting across the messy floor as jizz rolled off his body and into the drain running along the bottom edge of the bar's paneling.

"For fuck's sakes!" the wolf snapped.

The glassy-eyed calico watched, wide-eyed, as the huge dark brown stretched past his face and wrapped around the mouse's neck. The small male dangled, still cumming as the big arm hauled him out.

"New rules?" the giraffe asked, before taking a sip of his drink. His fat stalk hung down between his thighs, jutting past his knees, still dripping cups of jizz pumped to the tip by his oversized balls.

"New fuckin' rules," the wolf said. "And then maybe we can have a fuckin' conversation without these pathetic excuses for males interrupting."

Jericho squeaked as the claws dug into his sopping wet pelt. The huge paw dragged his face forward, to the tip of the huge wolf's incredible maleness. He could smell the calico mixed with the wolf's own musky scent as his face and lips smeared across the pointed red tip. Jericho couldn't help moaning and wriggling again as the wolf's other paw slid around his hips, lifting his hips effortlessly into the air, so that his legs hung down past his face, which was smooshed firm against the pulsing, half-hard tip.

More pressure. The wolf's paw squeezed hard around the back of Jericho's head, forcing his small muzzle straight into the slit at the canine's tip, which opened and rippled warmly around his face. Jericho wriggled, but suspended in air by the huge paws, he wasn't going anywhere. His squeaks and moans were quieted with an abrupt shove of the wolf's paws, which forced the tip to stretch completely around the mouse's head and ears, swallowing the male up to the shoulders.

Jericho wriggled with desperation now, trying to twist and move out of the wolf's powerful grasp, but as the thick red maleness squeezed tighter around his face and neck, he couldn't escape. He could hear nothing but a powerful thumping, though whether it was his own heart or the noise of the wolf's bowling ball-sized testicles he couldn't tell.

Claws scraped his hips as the paws shifted, getting a better grip on his wet hide, forcing him down harder. Jericho moaned into the hot, steamy, musky inside of the canine's shaft as the tip flexed and shuddered, stretching around his slender shoulders and pulling him deeper yet.

"Ahhh... that's better..."

Jericho could hear the wolf's voice rumble through his body, though the giraffe's reply was too muffled to make out.

"Agree. New rules are much better."

Jericho grunted as he felt his body fall forward and down. His knees hit the floor as the huge stalk slurped down over his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. He felt the calico with his feet and pushed the small male with his toes, trying to get across the message that he was stuck and needed help.

But the calico provided no aid. Jericho's body wriggled all the more desperately as the huge length steadily dragged him deeper. He felt a pressure through the bulging stalk as the wolf's paw wrapped around the underside, casually stroking the urethra where it formed to the mouse's jerking, spasming body.

Pulled upwards, Jericho found himself forced onto his feet. He stood, the huge cock draping over and around him to his knees, as the heat intensified near his head. The warmth squeezed and rippled around every inch of him, pressuring his aching cock until he thrashed, succumbing to yet another intense orgasm. The muffled cries he made didn't bring any relief, however, as the tip suckled around his ankles, leaving only his feet protruding from the pointed canine tip, which closed around his wiggling toes at the same time the wolf let out a satisfied moan.

The suction dragged the completely immobilized jericho deeper until something stopped his forward movement. He could feel a paw stroking across his body as the huge length lifted upwards, hardening and turning him upside down again, but he didn't sink any deeper as the pressure increased around him.

The giraffe's muffled voice said something that, once again, the mouse couldn't make out, but he heard the wolf's reply clear as day and groaned into the dark, hot flesh pulsing around him.

"What do you mean, don't play with my food? You don't like it when they wriggle? Ha!"

The giraffe said something, and then the pressure suddenly released. Jericho found his body pulled forward rapidly, squeezed and shoved through a small opening and into a sticky chamber full of thick white seed. He pushed and kicked, trying to squeeze back through the opening, but the entrance closed as the heat intensified. Musky, wolf-scented cum flooded into his mouth and ears, swirling around him as the whole structure jostled and settled into place. He pressed his face outwards against the fabric, gurgling and gargling the neverending torrent of hot seed rushing around him, battering at his slender body.

There was only more cum, though, wherever he tried to fling his body. There was no escape. There was no stopping the wolf now, he thought. He was a goner.

His cock fired off a few more times, adding a miniscule amount of the mouse's cum to the gallons upon gallons invading his body, breaking him town. Soon Jericho couldn't feel the tips of his fingers or toes. He pressed the stumps to his face and gurgled even louder as the goo broke down his physical form. A cascading growth of pleasure made his brain go haywire as the wolf's balls claimed him...

"Mmf... sorry, the little slut's a real wiggler."

"No problem. Say, how about I come by the office tomorrow afternoon to sign the paperwork?"

"Perfect. I've got to get running here anyways. See you tomorrow?"

"See you then."

The wolf slid off his barstool and slapped the giraffe on his huge backside before heading for the exit. His massive balls were completely smooth and round, showing no signs of movement other than the audible sloshing as they rode up and down his thighs. He nodded at the mink at the door and headed into the night, massive cock dribbling and drooling seed along the sidewalk behind him, along with the occasional scrap of t-shirt fabric.

Jericho's eyes snapped open. He inhaled deep, chest swelling as the sudden snap of consciousness terrified him. He scrabbled backwards and realized he was sitting in the water of a clean porcelain toilet. His whole rump was wet. Metal walls surrounded him of a deep green shade. A public restroom? He was completely soaked in seed. He stank of wolf musk. It dripped from every hair of fur on his hide.

His glazed eyes focused on the wall of the stall, where, written in thick white cum were several words.

"Jizzmouse

Keep talking, slut"

Jericho almost groaned, but slapped his paws over his muzzle as his cock hardened between his legs. What had happened last night? After the giraffe... he couldn't... he remembered hot, tight warmth, the greatest orgasm he'd ever had, the wolf's masculine scent... but... but what had happened?

The white-furred rodent carefully pushed himself out of the toilet. Ropes of jizz splattered across the porcelain, the stall walls, the floor, and the wall behind. He tried to get some toilet paper to wipe his naked fur clean, but even that was completely soaked through in masculine-smelling canine seed. He leaned his head out of the door and saw his face in the mirror on the opposite wall above the sinks. The marble floor and expensive light fixtures reflected and illuminated his cum-drizzled expression as he stared at himself. Fortunately, the restroom was empty, but he noticed a sign on the countertop:

"Lupine Realty requests all employees and guests wash their paws before leaving the restroom. Thank you!"

Lupine Realty? That was in the center of the city! Nowhere near his apartment. And he didn't have his wallet or keys or anything. And why was he naked? Why wasn't he still at the club? He didn't remember leaving. Who would want to? Who could resist being in a place with such strong and dominant males? Big, muscular males who knew how to treat a worthless garbage male like himself...

The mouse's eyes closed as his heart beat quicker. He retreated into the stall as his pink maleness pulsed, hard and throbbing as he remembered the previous night in more detail. He could almost hear the giraffe's deep voice and the feel of the wolf's unforgiving claws. White-furred fingers desperately stroked his arousal as he tried not to whimper, not to make any noise at all. Because good sluts didn't interrupt their betters... and he was going to be a very good slut...