The Club
Story for Etis from subscribestar (now defunct)
Envy. A seedy underground nightclub that, for all intents and purposes, didn't exist. For many, when work became too much and the company of themselves became all too isolating, they came to this unknown club, accessed only by a rusty old door in the alleyway between the 7-Eleven and an old residential building that no-one used anymore. It was a place to unwind, to enjoy music so loud that it thrummed your very bones and had your heart pounding to the rhythm, bodies gyrating and demanding to be touched.
For Desta, it was practically his second home.
Desta was a 22 year old African Wild Dog who had very little. He lived mostly hand to mouth, barely making ends meet for his bills and food in a dead-end job he wished he could quit. He was lucky if he even had 10 or 20 dollars to spend on himself once in a while, so he saved it. Every cent, dime, nickel and dollar went into a little fund and, when it was time, he took a trip. He didn't go on a vacation, however: his journey took him straight into that dingy alley and down to the deep dark below.
Envy was a magical place for him. His first experienced had, admittedly, been when he was high, but it was a feeling he never wanted to let go of, and he found himself addicted to its thumping rhythm, its smell of booze and sweat and sex. Many of his friends and family might have argued that his money could be better spent on improving his life, but ultimately he knew that he wouldn't have the motivation to do his job, or even get out of bed, were it not for the strange, misplaced comfort he found in his nightclub lifestyle.
It had been 3 weeks since he'd last been there. The wait had been agonising, but the time was finally upon him. He'd managed to scrounge together at least 100 dollars for a good night, full of plenty of booze. Whether he picked up a girl or not was an afterthought: his mind was solely on the warmth of its belly, the beating heart of its music. He imagined himself getting lost within the crowd, dancing and gyrating with them all, and that mere thought made him dally no longer. He pulled on the best clothes he could find and headed out.
Thankfully, he lived close by. Hell, even if he lived quite far away, he'd still make the journey. A thick and burly bear stood by the door, and upon seeing the African Wild Dog making his way down the alley, his serious face stretched into a wide grin.
"Desta, my man," His deep, low voice rumbled with a richness that Desta could never reach. "You gettin' some pussy tonight?"
"Maybe," Desta offered a cocky grin as he bumped fists with the bear as the bouncer yanked the metal door open behind him. "Mostly just want to drink and dance."
"Have a good time man." The bear sounded genuine in his response, and two exchanged a brief parting farewell, for now. Desta had no doubt he'd see him when he left.
He heard the music before he'd even gotten to the bottom. A mix of EDM and standard club music reached his ears and he perked up, his back tensing and his stomach quivering. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt himself relax instantly, and he quickly made his way down the stairs, paws pattering against the cold stone until he met the pair of double doors at the bottom, open wide and jammed in place with a couple of doorstops. He stepped through the doors and took in the scene before him with a fond, sweeping gaze.
It was as it was had been. In front of him was the entirety of the dance floor, which was already packed with a variety of different people, of varying species, some of them he'd never seen before. Behind them sat the bar, its counter glowing a soft, soothing purple as the dim lights overhead, bearing a similar shade, set a rather violet haze over the entire area. To his right was the stairs, should he want to go to the floor above and take a seat. Then, above the bar on the floor above, right on the edge, was the DJ and his extensive set. He bounced with the music and held the headphones close to his head, listening to the sounds and changing them on the fly. The scent of spilled booze and the sound of laughter filled his senses and Desta took in a deep breath. This was what he enjoyed.
First things first: a drink. He wormed his way through the crowd until he reached the counter, which was staffed by 3 bartenders. The counter itself stretched a good 7 metres in length or so, and it was hard to even find a space to get up to the counter and ask for a drink. All it took with a quick gesture and a simple, yet loud conversation over the music for him to get his drink: a cider, in a bottle. The club didn't want to risk glasses in such a busy environment, and it was easier on the staff if they didn't have to use them. Slowly, he turned, sipping his drink as he surveyed the ground in an effort to find a good spot to dance.
It was then, in that moment, that he laid his eyes upon someone. Normally, Desta wasn't all that interested in people, especially when it came to his club life: clicking with someone and having a one-night stand was an inevitability in some parts, but he was never one to approach someone else. Yet, the person before him had him intrigued. She moved so gracefully on the dance floor, twisting to the beat as if it were part of her very soul. He was captivated-- no, enthralled by her. He felt a supernatural pull towards her, a force that encouraged him to know her, to speak to her. His legs soon began moving on his own and he placed his drink aside, never taking his eyes off of her as he stepped across the room.
Now that he was closer to her, he could get a better look at her. Amongst the purple lights above, her scales were almost pink, though he assumed it was because of the combination of the light and her actual scale colour. It was hard to tell however, so he focused instead on her clothing: she wore boyish clothes, considering her feminine figure, clad in a loose, short-sleeved T-Shirt and a pair of simple jeans that clung effortlessly to her every curve. Her long tail was dexterously kept out of the way of the other dancers, and she swayed her hips and flicked her head back and forth, though she had no real hair to speak of atop her scaley head. Despite that, the shape of her cranium was almost strangely feminine. She was, in short, exquisitely beautiful in her own way. Desta didn't believe in love at first sight, but it was something about her that just...spoke to him.
For fear of appearing creepy, Desta shifting himself and smoothed over his features, beginning to dance to the rhythm nearby. He didn't want her to get a little anxious from his intense eyes on her, but it didn't even seem like she'd noticed anyway. Slowly, the canine employed the oldest trick in his book: slowly make his way towards her whilst dancing and get her in on his act. Desta thought he was pretty good at picking up ladies this way, yet he found himself strangely nervous. He wanted to make a good first impression for his mysterious woman who spoke to his very core with every subtle movement.
Inch by inch he moved closer, jutting his hips left and right until he got into her personal space. he glanced down at her tail and considered it a good ice breaker: he deliberately stuck his paw out, touching his tail with his foot, as if she'd accidentally hit him. She reacted instantly, opening her eyes and turning towards him as her tailed curled in around her ankle, and she met his gaze, greeting Desta to the most beautiful shade of violet he'd ever seen. Her blank expression quickly twisted into an apologetic smile, and she offered him a short and dainty giggle.
"Sorry!" She called above the music, leaning in so he could hear her. "I didn't mean to hit you with my tail."
For a moment, he didn't say anything. He was lost in her eyes, his expression blank. Desta had never really believed in love at first sight before, but now he wasn't so sure. He quickly snapped back to reality and smiled back at her, and her once worried expression quickly smoothed over when he appeared just as friendly as she had attempted to be.
"It's okay," He called over the music. "Uh...I'm Desta."
"River." She replied, and slowly began dancing again, instinctively moving her hips to the beat. Desta watched her for a moment before he began to chuckle, and he moved in time with her. Her violet eyes sparkled with delight when he began to dance, and she moved in a little closer to him. The chemistry was there, that much was obvious. They didn't need to tell each other how they felt; their gyrating movements did all the talking for them.
It didn't take long for their hands to inevitably meet each other's bodies. They didn't get too raunchy-- at least, not yet. They kept their touching to only the most safest of areas: the sides and hips, and the hands. They continued to move to the fairly moderate tempo, grinning at one-another as one song blurred into the next. Desta had no idea how long they'd been there, but he felt as if he could do it forever.
The night was long, but he could only do so much dancing before his body begged for rest. He eventually succumbed to his tiredness and the reptile went with him, the two of them retreating from the dance floor to the bar, where Desta politely bought her a drink and the two of them talked, albeit loudly, for a time. Desta came to know quite a bit about her: she was a university student, studying English literature, but spent a good portion of her downtime at Envy. Desta had been momentarily surprised to find her only 19 years of age, but he swept his surprise under the rug when he admitted he was a good 3 years older than her. She didn't seem to mind, and he was thankful for that.
"So uh..." Desta began as their conversation drew to a close. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
"Is that you asking me to come back to your place, or are you planning on taking me to dinner at 2am?" She lidded her gaze and a chuckle spread across the two of them, peculiarly infectious.
"How about both?" He countered. "Dinner at my place."
"You're planning to eat so late?" She quirked an eye-ridge and Desta leant a little closer.
"Well, there's plenty of other things I can eat that aren't food." He said to her, trying to keep his voice as low as he could, taking into account the roaring music above them. The two of them stood there for a moment, before River burst out laughing, covering her mouth as Desta pulled back and placed a hand over the bridge of his snout.
"That was corny." He groaned.
"That was very corny," She agreed between gulps of air. "But...it was cute. You're on, big guy."
Desta felt his cheeks flush. Something about being called a big guy was...nice, even if he were only 3 or 4 inches above her in height. He reached out and grabbed her hand, guiding her back through the club to the entrance. They ascended the stairs, movements a little wobbly due to the light-headedness brought on by alcohol, and they eventually managed to make their way out into the cold night air. Desta gave the bouncer a simple nod, and the bear kept his lips shut, not wanting to ruin the moment.
It was a good thing that Desta didn't live far away, or he'd have a great deal of trouble getting her to his place. As they walked, Desta made sure to keep her close as she shivered next to him, the cold wind making her chilly. They kept a brisk pace until they reached Desta's apartment complex, and they ascended several floors to his apartment door.
He fumbled with his keys for a moment, his fingers a little cold, but he eventually managed to slip they key into the lock and allowed them inside. He guided her in, closing the door behind them and leaving the keys in the lock, as he always did at night. He cast his glance over towards River, watching her cross the room and study his small, well-kept apartment. Her eyes lingered on the array of various photo frames that sat on Desta's drawers, and a shelf underneath a handful of various books.
"A fan of fantasy novels, are you?" She questioned, plucking one of the books from the shelf as she glanced down at the other photos, showing off various pictures of Desta with several other family members that all bore his coat, one way or another.
"I read a book once as a kid, and it's all they can think of to give me for Christmas and birthdays." Desta replied, and that elicited a chuckle from her as she set the book back down, turning to him. The canine ears perked a little and he fidgeted his hands, just a little, by his sides.
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked casually enough, intending on going to the kitchenette in the corner, but he froze when River brought out her hand and placed it against his chest, reptilian fingers curling against the fabric of his shirt.
"Let's skip the small talk and just get down to it, shall we?" She murmured, lidding her gaze. The chemistry between them was obvious, enough for even Desta to notice. He didn't need another hint; he knew what she wanted.
With a little coaxing, he guided her towards the couch on the far side of the room, ample and big enough for the two of them. He moved her around, gently easing her down onto her back as she brought her maw up, grazing her lips against his own. He angled his head and the two of them met in the first of many kisses, tongues pressed against one-another as the African Wild Dog pushed his new muse down against the cushions of the couch, propping himself up with one hand and running the other down her body.
She was curvy in all the right places, yet uniquely reptilian in her structure. Her stomach was tucked and slim, to the point of being able to feel her ribs as he ran his finger along her clothed side, thumbs grazing the bumps of her bones. Her chest was remarkably flat, and her scales were a delicate brown flecked with sparkles of purple which gave her a warm, exotic feel. Her hands danced down his body until they met with the waistband of his jeans, and her impatience became obvious when she began to tug them down, shimmying them around his hips until the curves of his athletic hips and pelvis were revealed.
Desta dipped his head, bowing it down far enough to trace his lips against her neckline, and she groaned, twisting her head to the side to allow him access. Her groans were throaty and effeminate, her movements delicate, yet hungry. She traced a hand inwards, tickling the flesh of his upper pelvis and sinking her digits down into the depths of his pants, using her other hand and force the jeans over the curve of his behind. He shifted subtly, moving his body expertly enough to loosen the jeans down around his legs, and he froze when her digits met with his cock in tandem. It was his turn to groan, mouth pressed against the curvature of her neckline, as she manhandled his steadily pulsing member, wrestling it free from the confines of his underwear and out into the open.
River's fingers stroked along the length of his half-limp yet steadily growing humanoid member, 6 inches of cock pulsing to life and swelling with blood over each passing second. Eager for his own taste of flesh, Desta moved his hands down, fumbling around her crotch until his fingers met with the buttons of her tomboy jeans. He popped it expertly and tugged down the zipper, curling his hand back around and tugging the pants down, slipping them over her fine ass and up her body. At that point, he knew he was forced to momentarily withdraw so they could get properly acquainted. As much as he enjoyed being so close to her, there was something to be said about admiring her from afar. With a certain degree of reluctance, he pulled back.
Her face was flushed, her eyes lidded over, glazed with arousal and lust, and Desta momentarily sat there, one leg stretched out so his foot touched the floor, the other cocked over her with his knee pressed into the plush cushion of the couch. He wasn't sure how attractive he looked in the shabby light of his apartment light above, but she seemed to definitely enjoy the sight of his exposed crotch, cock hanging almost completely horizontally, twitching idly at the sight of her. Desta felt his cheeks burn a little as he shifted, standing up and tugging his jeans and underwear down, kicking them from his feet as she shimmied out of her own, dexterously lifting her legs up and swiftly tugging them off of her feet. She tossed them wildly across the room with a giggle and then slowly spread her legs, greeting him to the sight of her mound.
Desta's eyes fell upon it immediately, enthralled at the sight of her moist entrance, the puffy lips and thin line that could only be belonging to that of a slit. He wanted nothing more to bury himself into it, be it his mouth or his cock, but he forced himself to have some restraint. She was...special. He didn't want to use her like a wild animal. He wanted to 'make love' to her. Slowly, he yanked his shirt over his head, allowing himself to be completely nude. She admired him from her position on the couch and, slowly but surely, he moved closer.
He lowered himself down upon her, still bearing her top. That didn't stop Desta from touching her however, as he slipped his hand in underneath her shirt and up her body, feeling her quiver and shudder under his fingertips. He bowed his head and gently kisses her collarbone, making his arousal obvious as his cock prodded and grazed against her scaly inner thigh. She arched her back up against him, hooking a hand around Desta's neck and pulling him close.
"Fuck me." She demanded of him in a quiet, hushed tone, and he groaned against her, encouraged by her quiet words. He pushed his hips forwards and nestled himself between her legs, the underside of his cock grazing up along her moist entrance. He rocked his hips back and forth, just a little, before he slowly pulled back and kissed her tight mound with the head of his humanoid member. He reached down briefly to peel back his foreskin, sliding his fingers down shortly thereafter to grasp the base of his member to steady himself. With a sigh, he pushed his hips forward, and a hiss escaped River's lips as the head of his cock popped inside of her, piercing her warm flesh and sinking deep into the crevice of her cunt.
She gasped, groaning and rolling her head back as Desta's turgid, 7 inch cock pushed into her, sinking further in with every inch, his cock pulsing and throbbing powerfully under the squeezing muscles that encapsulated his length. Like a key fitting into a lock, they met each other snugly, as if they were made for one-another. Desta shuddered above her, his breathing low and heavy, and she snaked her arms around his neck, peppering his cheek with a kiss or two. With a grunt, the African Wild Dog slid back and pushed forwards again, sinking a little deeper into her than before, causing her to gasp once more.
Desta began in on a steady rhythm, his hips gently sliding back and forth, each movement laboured and measured, wanting to make sure she got as much out of the encounter as he did. He could only gauge by her tight squeezing and gentle moans whether he was going a good job, but the say River clung to him gave him the encouragement to sink a little deeper and move a little firmer each time. She was tight, to the point where Desta wondered if he'd picked up a virgin. There was no other way to explain how she squeezed his cock like a vice, gripping every available inch of his flesh and forcing him to take his time.
"Your pussy's so tight..." Desta remarked quietly amidst his groans, tracing his muzzle across River's neck and up to her cheek, breathing against her body. She elicited a noise, something akin to a chuckle mixed with a moan, and Desta was momentarily caught off-guard, unsure what she found so amusing. However, the pleasure soon took a hold of him and he pushed the thought to the back of his mind, focusing on the task at hand.
As he thrust, he began to feel something pressing up against his cock. He ignored it for a few moments, but the more he ignored it, the tighter River's inner walls seemed to get, until he was forced to stop midway into her. The mass was forcing itself down atop his member, squashing his head and giving him a brief moment of discomfort and he wrinkled his nose, looking down at River's flushed face.
"What is that?" He murmured, shifting uncomfortably in his position. He instinctively tugged his hips back, and the mass awkwardly moved with him. He withdrew completely, albeit with a little difficulty, and he flopped backwards onto the other end of the cock, his aching erection standing upright. He centred his eyes on River's entrance, hoping to find some reason for the strange pressure, and his jaw dropped at the sight before him.
There, between a flustered River's legs, a sizeable phallus began to emerge. Little by little it grew in size, sliding from River's slit and twitching idly with each passing second. After what felt like an eternity, it grew to full mast, 6 inches of reptilian cock greeting Desta's own erection. River slowly shuffled forwards, raising herself up and climbing across the the couch towards him. She pressed herself up against him, their cocks touching one-another, and the canine visibly tensed.
"Y...You're a guy?" Desta squeaked quietly, and River was momentarily taken aback, leaning backwards from her once bowed position.
"You...didn't know? I thought you were just being kinky." River didn't sound offended, but instead rather amused. She seeemed to be stifling a laugh, and her expression only made Desta more frustrated and confused. He darted his gaze down to her cock, and then away from the pair of them, staring blankly across the room. Was he going crazy? Was she-- or rather, he-- just incredibly feminine, enough for him to make Desta think he was a woman? Now he felt like a fool.
A tickle of pleasure caught his attention and he shifted, glancing down to see River lifting his pelvis up, sliding himself down against Desta's cock until the head of his member met with the slit, just underneath the reptile's impressive member. River rolled his hips and eased the head of the cock into his slit, and Desta hissed through his teeth as his squishy glans was quickly swallowed in underneath River's cock, an incredible pressure forming around the head of his length.
"W-Wait," Desta began, reaching up and placing a hand on River's clothed chest. "I'm, uh...I'm not gay."
"You sure?" River teased, wiggling his hips a little further down. "Your body tells me otherwise."
A grunt elicited from Desta's lips and he squirmed beneath River's body, his cock violently throbbing. It was true, his body was reacting positively to the stimulation of River's tight genital slit. He couldn't stop himself from quietly groaning, and River chuckled as his response, sinking himself down an inch or two. By that time, Desta was firmly embedded halfway into him, the tight pressure around his cock coaxing him closer and closer to some sort of release.
"Does it feel good?" River murmured, reaching out to grab Desta's hand, guiding it towards his own crotch. "Why don't you help me out, big guy?"
With a nervous gulp, Desta curled his fingers around the pulsing length of River's cock, feeling it throb under his touch. It was clear that River was certainly enjoying himself, but Desta was still on the fence about whether this was right or wrong. After all, he had picked him up on the premise that he was...well, a she. As it turns out, he's having sex with a guy. He wasn't sure if his fragile masculinity could take such a blow.
River began to bob his hips, slow at first but quickly gaining speed, until the very air around them was thick with the scent of sex. The two of them began to pant, and Desta pushed his anxieties to the back of his mind, instead focusing on the pleasure that formed within his loins and the aching pressure that grew around his member and swelled in his pelvis, a sure sign that he was getting close. All the while, his hand lightly stroked and jerked, tugging idly on River's member. He could feel the damp of the pre-cum oozing down his fingers and tried not to think about it.
"Mmh. That's it. I'm..." River urged, pushing his hips forward a little against Desta's hand, grinding against his fingers for a moment or two, before he plunged his hips down and forced Desta's cock into his slit, shoving it almost to the hilt. With that, the reptile began to quiver and groan, closing his eyes and groaning quietly under his breath. Desta watched as the cock in his grip throbbed powerfully, and a thick string suddenly shot from its end, splattering onto the canine's bare front and staining his fur. Desta winced, just a little, and watched as string after string covered his chest and stomach, oozing down his fingers.
With each throb, River's innards squeezed, gripping around Desta's cock and milking him as tightly as possible, forcing the African Wild Dog to quietly squirm and grunt, his toes curling with pleasure and discomfort. The pressure had been enough to coax him closer, and before he even realised it, he was climaxing. He spurted thick globs of seed into the reptile's slit and they readily oozed down, pooling around his cock and dribbling down his legs towards his balls. Despite the slit's tightness, there was no way for that cum to remain inside. Desta could feel it trickling down his balls and prayed for the safety of the couch cushions.
The air grew heavy with their laboured panting, the pair of them sharing a mutual post-sex bliss, the hum of their receding orgasms coursing through their body and making their skin and flesh tingly and wild. In the moment, a thick tension fell in the air, though most of it originated from Desta, as he came to terms with what just happened. Slowly, River eased himself off of Desta's body and then moved backwards, resting on the other side of the couch, tentatively tucking his tail underneath himself to stop the cum from leaking out.
Desta moved to sit up and placed his head in his hands for a moment, his body aching for exhaustion, his mind strangely alert. He peeled his hands away from his muzzle and looked over at River, who batted him an innocent-enough smile, though there was a hint of amusement twinkling in the man's eyes. With a sigh, Desta rose and padded across the room naked, taking his cock and balls swing to and fro, half-limp, as he made his way to the kitchenette. He poured himself some water and glugged it down, allowing his mind to relax and wander as he focused on what was in his hands.
He'd had sex with a man. A man. Not a woman. The realisation of that hit him like a ton of bricks and the world, as he knew it, felt strangely lopsided. Desta wasn't a bigot, nor a horrible man: he'd always admired the bravery of gay and bi people, but never really considered himself part of that crowd. He wondered if it was all a little different now, thanks for the reptile who leisurely draped himself across his couch.
"Do you want to talk about it?" River called over towards him, and Desta appeared from the doorway to the kitchenette, staring over him with a serious expression. Though River had initially been amused, his smile faltered at the canine's gaze and he cleared his throat, trying to make himself look more serious. Desta wordlessly stepped across the room and into another room down a narrow hallway, returning moments later with a blanket in hand.
"...It's late. You can stay the night." Desta hand out the blanket for him, and River gingerly took it from him, blinking up at him with innocent eyes. The two of them said nothing for a moment, the tension between them so thick that one could cut it with a knife.
"I--" River began, but Desta turned from him.
"Goodnight." The canine replied, striding across the room and into the bedroom down the hallway. River heard the quiet click of a door meeting its lock and he sighed, relaxing himself back against the couch.
In the bedroom, Desta turned and flopped himself onto his warm bed, staring up at the cieling. He knew he wouldn't sleep tonight, but he needed the privacy.
He had a lot to think about.