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Well what can I say really? The name's Max! Or, well, I go by Max, but my full name is Maxwell Bailey. I've always thought I was delightfully average. I never stood out in a crowd with my average height, auburn fur lacking any eye-catching patterns, and cool blue eyes. The only real feature of mine that I really liked and thought stood out were the coffee-creamer tufts that topped my pointed ears, giving my slender build a scant extra few inches of height. My dating life was disappointingly lackluster, as was my career life. I am horrendously single and I attribute at least part of that to my average looks. The other part has to be the fact that I felt restless and wistfull and want to get out of my delightfully mundane suburban home town. I love my mother for raising my three brothers and me by herself here, but I was a grown cat now and I found myself fed up with my low-end sales job. So, last week, I took a huge risk. I quit my job, sold all my stuff, bought an old Land Rover, and hit the road. Somewhere out there was my true calling and, damn it, I was gonna go find it.

Today I found myself driving towards the misty shores of Seattle, Washington looking to catch up with a friend. Steven and I had been two awkward middle-schoolers beating around the backwoods of our suburban hometown until his dad got stationed on the west coast. I missed the husky so I looked him up when I realized that I was close enough to the city to justify the visit beyond simply seeing new sights. Finding that the years had been good to him, I asked if he'd like to get together and reminisce. As the 80s truck bounced over the uneven pavement of the highways always under construction outside every major city, I flipped my phone to my friend's contact page and hit the "Call" button.

He picked up on the second ring, the speaker barking out a cacophony of noise as he seemingly threw his phone across the room. "Sorry!" His voice echoed at a distance, confirming my guess. "Sorry!" The voice was closer, the phone clattering as he picked it up. "Clumsy hands. Sorry bud. How's it going Max?" His deep voice drawled across the air waves. "Steven! I'm great. I wanted to let you know I'm only about half an hour outside the city so you can start planning how you're going to let me free-load off you and see the sights!" I grinned wide as I dodged around a slow-moving Subaru. The mud-covered blue sedan laid on its horn as my far-older vehicle bounced and rocked down the highway unimpeded. "Oh god, are you cutting people off? You know you're going to get pulled over at this rate and then I'll have to bail you out," his voice trailed off for a moment and I used this opportunity to pop an earbud into one tufted ear and switch the phone over to Bluetooth. "But yeah, I've got a little bit of a plan for you for the next couple of days you're in town. How do you feel about bars, crowds, and learning a few helpful skills?" I could practically hear the grin in his voice and it caused me to smile in turn.

"You know what, I don't normally grace others with my presence but for you, Steven, I'll make an exception. So what, Space Needle? First Star Bucks? Strange back alley bar where the liquor is cheap and the labels aren't in English?"

Steven chuckled, the deep bass of his voice rumbling in my ear, "I'll keep it a surprise for now, but needless to say, I think you'll enjoy it. You have my address right? How'd you get directions? You print out MapQuest like it's 2003 again? Or did you maybe pick up a big brick of a GPS to match the big brick you're currently terrorizing motorists with?"

I rolled my eyes on reflex and then added an overly dramatic groan to convey my feelings over the phone. "No, dad," I said with heavy sarcasm, "I actually have my phone giving me directions. I'm not a savage. I even wore pants today!" I laughed, wiggling in the ancient leather seat as my auburn tail whipped slightly in excitement. "Anyway, I'll let you go. I'm about to hit a ramp and I want to make sure to take out this minivan full of orphans." Steven coughed to try and cover up a laugh, failing miserably, "Ok, Mad Max. You enjoy the Fury Road and I'll see you soon." We disconnected and I got back to the major task of keeping my aging four-by-four on the road. As I did, my mind wandered back to childhood and the fun days spent with Steven. We used to spend hours in the woods that wound around the cookie-cutter housing developments playing army and catch and totally not getting in trouble pushing girls into mud puddles. The husky always kept an eye on me though, being bigger than me even as kids, and get us out of trouble with an intimidating (for our age at least) growl. As I passed through a tunnel leading into the city proper, I came back to the present and grinned wide as I looked up at the tall buildings looming ahead of me, glass and steel reflecting the early evening sunset. My phone chirped out turns and backtracks as it navigated me around the chilly city, giving me an unintended but not unappreciated look at Seattle. I saw strange-looking buildings, interesting statues, and even famous Pike's Place Market. Forging ever deeper into the heart of Seattle, I came upon my old friend's apartment building and pulled around to the underground parking entrance. Pressing a call button on a box next to the gate, I paged Steven and waited to be let in. A musical chime sounded and the display above the call box flashed "USE GUEST SLOT #27" as I pulled inside. I found my spot and put the aged Land Rover into park, killing the engine and bouncing momentarily in my seat with excitement.

I heard a tap on my window and flinched automatically as an immense figure loomed over my door, smoky gray fur blending into snowy white on their underarms and the bit of chest I could see. I cranked down my window and poked my head out of it, my tufted ears sliding across the top of the window. "Steven?" I asked uncertainly, my eyes traveling up the broad chest of my visitor. The giant husky broke into a wide smile and let out that familiar deep-voiced chuckle, "No, I'm Santa come 3 months early to tell you that you're getting fuck-all for Christmas. Who'd you expect, tabbycat?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically as I unbuckled from the car and opened the door, Steven stepping back to allow me out. "I forgot some canines become freakish monsters in their adulthood, ok? I was expecting to be greeted by the same dirty kid I knew a decade ago." I climbed out of the car and gulped internally. He was huge. My 5' 6" height just barely stopped at his collar bone, my tufted ears level with his angular jaw. "Holy hell, Steven. Did your dad sign you up to be Captain America?"

Steven laughed heartily and clapped a massive hand on my shoulder, "Sorry Maxie, no such luck. You just stayed tiny while the world around you got bigger. C'mon, let's head up to my place so we can get you settled in. Then, we're off on an adventure!" His smile widened as he turned and loped off towards a bank of elevators. I grumbled slightly, grabbing my aging duffel bag and following quickly behind, having to take two steps to match each of his own.

The elevator carried us up a dozen floors before coming to a stop, opening with a soft ding onto a hallway with soft lighting and mice carpeting. Fancy place, I thought to myself as Steven led us down to unit 1209, swiping a small keytag in front of his door knob and opening it before me. "Welcome to Casa de Steven. I know it's not much, but I only moved here a few months ago..." He trailed off as I walked into his spacious apartment, head whipping back and forth as I tried to absorb every detail as fast as possible.

The space was open, kitchen and living room undivided by walls with a corner of the huge space sectioned off by a rolling door and smoky glass panels creating a private space I assumed was the huge husky's bedroom. All of his furniture was brand new and a mix of cream-colored fabrics and dark woods in a very appealing modern style. His kitchen was similarly colored and tastefully appointed and my eyes honed in on the espresso machine hogging a good part of his counter space. I darted over to the chrome majesty and began poking at it.

"Steven, make the shiny silver god dispense its caffeinated goodness!" I demanded, turning on the spot to look up at my childhood friend. The big dog chuckled, gently moving me out of the way as he stooped his nearly 7 foot frame to adjust some settings on the coffee maker. Pulling a ceramic cup from a stack nearby, Steven deftly maneuvered his massive mitts around the space and with a burbling rush of noise, a steaming cup of espresso appeared under my nose, the delightful aroma of coffee causing my ears to lay out in delight. I took a small sip and shivered, "Perfect! Just what a wandering cat needs after a long day driving."

Steven smiled and moved over to the large sofa in his living room, putting his feet up and flipping on the large TV. "I'm glad you approve. I haven't had much opportunity to wow guests yet, so consider that a rare treat." He dropped the remote and looked over at me. "So on to my plan for us to have fun. I was thinking I'd show you a little about what I do for a living and maybe teach you a useful skill at the same time."

I cocked my head at an angle and paused in my consumption of much-needed coffee, "I've been meaning to ask that. What do you do for a living? I couldn't afford a place half this nice back home and you brush it off like you could do better."

Steven blushed slightly under the snowy fur of his muzzle and rubbed the back of his neck, "Aww, it's not that impressive. Besides, I only live here to be close to work."

"You're dodging the question, dogbreath," I said over the coffee cup.

"Fiiine! I am co-owner of a semi-popular night club here in downtown. I met the owner through my dad's work in the military and he wanted someone he trusted to be the young face of his business. So he offered me the job if I could buy-in. Dad said it was a good idea so I used some of my savings and now I'm co-owner of The Mixer."

"The Mixer? Kind of a strange name for a night club," I said, finishing the last of my espresso and setting the cup in the sink.

"Wasn't my idea, but it kinda fits the crowd that shows up. People of all kinds, and all that. I mostly tend bar and chat up customers while Ted does all the paperwork."

"And you want to, what, teach me how to be a bartender?"

Steven nodded his shaggy head and smiled, "Exactly so. Plus, it's a fun class that we do Fridays before the club officially opens. You won't be the only one there so you'll get to meet some cool people, too."

I thought about the idea for a moment before smiling wide, sharp teeth poking beyond my lips, "You have any ulterior motives, old buddy?"

Steven kept his gaze level, but the slight increase in redness under that white fur gave away a hint of something, "A guy can't show his old best friend a good time without having something up his sleeve? You wound me, Max. Wound me, I say!" He flopped dramatically back onto the couch, a hand pressed to his forehead.

"Ok, drama dog. I'm in. When do we leave?"

The husky sat back up immediately, all pretense of feigned injury gone, "The class starts in about an hour. I figured you could use a chance to relax from the road before we headed out that way." He hopped off the couch and headed into the bedroom, sliding the door out of the way and revealing a queen-sized bed and a dark wood dresser. He opened a closet and pulled a big bag out of it, handing it to me. I drooped under the weight slightly and looked down at the burden. "Air mattress. Figured it'd be more comfortable than the couch. I've got spare sheets in the closet by the laundry room," my friend said, showing me where he wanted to set my stuff.

"Ok, big guy. Let me go use your bathroom so I can wash the road funk from my fur and then you can show me your cool job and fun classes," I said, padding lightly over to the spacious bathroom and dropping my duffel on the counter. Rifling through it, I unpacked my basic essentials and a change of clothes, finishing by grabbing my towel and turning to close the door. I was slightly surprised to find Steven still looming in the doorway, a slightly spaced-out expression on his face. "Hey, giant canine. You may be big enough to be one, but you're not a door. I gotta shower." I shooed him out of the bathroom and he chuckled lightly as he left. Closing the door with a clack, I disrobed, dropping my jeans and shirt on the floor and stepping out of my boxer briefs. I stretched high above my head as I waited for the shower to warm up, thick clouds of steam rapidly forming in the glass-paneled shower cabinet. Jumping inside happily, I quickly began to lather and wash every inch of my lithe frame as I hummed fragments of songs from the radio. In short order, my ass was clean and my time in the spacious shower was over. Pulling my fluffy towel from the counter, I pressed the water from my auburn fur and dried myself off. Now dry, I stepped over to my duffel bag and rifled through the clothes I had on me. I was somewhat disappointed that I didn't have anything that I would consider "nice" enough to wear to a night club, but I figured if dress code was an issue, Steven would say something.

Finished dressing, I opened the door and stepped out into the living space again. I heard the sound of Steven rifling through his dresser in his bedroom so I headed that way to tell him I was ready to go. I rounded the corner and was about to make a witty quip when my words died in my mouth. There, bent over in front of me, was the muscular backside of the giant husky that was my childhood friend. The toned rump was two-toned white and charcoal gray like the rest of him and every bit as appealing. Hanging heavily just below the line of his ass, two fist-sized nuts hung in a fuzzy sack like the classic red neck truck ornament. I stammered silently for a moment as I took in my friend's nude form before catching myself and backing out. I tripped over the edge of a rug as I did, though, and my clumsiness betrayed my presence. Landing hard on my ass, I sprawled out on my back for a moment.

"Max? You ok out there, big guy?" Steven called from his room, oblivious to what I had just seen. His shaggy head poked around the corner of his room, his upper body still shirtless and a look of concern on his face. I grunted and rubbed my aching tailbone, my tail kinked to one side as I got myself up. "Y-yeah, man. Sorry. Was looking at your stuff and tripped over the rug," I blushed heavily as a mental image of the husky's beautiful ass flashed in my mind. "You almost ready to go? I'm dying to see the sights!" Steven smiled and ducked back into his room, "Just gimme a second. I need to make sure I don't go out indecent and get arrested. Bailing me out would hardly be a worthwhile activity for your visit." His deep bass laugh echoed out of the room and I blushed again, getting to my feet and heading back to grab my jacket out of the bathroom. I silently scolded myself for the secret show I had just gotten. This guy was my oldest, best friend. I shouldn't be treating him like some piece of meat down at the local bar. I rifled through my things looking for my deodorant before I heard the heavy, padded footsteps of the 6'10" husky coming up behind me.

"All right, kitty cat, time to hit the bricks. We're walking to the club since it's only a couple blocks from here. Plus, you'll get to enjoy all the sights Seattle has to offer."

I cocked my head curiously as I followed him out of his apartment and back to the elevator, "What do you mean by that, dude?"

Steven looked over his shoulder for a moment, grinning down at me, "Well, mostly just that we have a decent homeless presence and we're going to have to walk close to one of the parks that they frequent. We'll be fine as long as you don't get in their way." I nodded more to myself than to him and hopped in the elevator behind him as he punched in the button for the ground floor. I continued to trail him out of the well-appointed lobby and onto the streets of the big city. The cool air whipped past my whiskers and I zipped my jacket up closer to my chin. "How do you live in a place this friggin' cold, dude? It's like late summer and I'd swear it was early winter back home."

Steven shrugged, the motion making his massive frame stretch his own jacket slightly, "I'm a husky, bud. I don't notice the cold. If anything, I love the weather here. Perfect for a big, fluffy guy like me. You need my jacket or you gonna be ok?" I laughed out loud at that comment, looking up and down the broad back of my friend.

"Buddy, if I were to take your jacket, all I'd accomplish is looking completely ridiculous. That thing is big enough for me to make a tent from."

He laughed with me, "Good point, Maxie. Well, it won't be long to the club anyway." He started down the street as his laughter died down gradually, his big frame shaking slightly. I huffed slightly and then started to follow behind him, trusting him to get us there. I scanned around me, taking in the sights of the city streets of Seattle, but I had already seen this stretch of somewhat generic urban development, so my mind began to wander. Steven kept a pretty health pace and I had to almost trot to keep up, my eyes locked on that broad back of his.

Or at least it was for a few minutes of walking. As my eyes joined my brain in spacing out, they drifted ever lower eventually following the pendulous swinging of his broad sweep of a tail. My eyes chased the white tip, almost as if he had dipped the point of his tail in soft white paint. I'd hate to admit it to him, but Steven was right in my strike zone. Big, muscular, great sense of humor, nice guy and it didn't hurt that he was probably packing a bright red rocket as thick as my forearm. My cheeks flushed as my mind began to place myself in various compromising situations with him, half formed but definitely enough to get me hot and bothered. An equal spike of guilt and shame hit me as I realized that not only was I ogling my childhood friend's ass, I didn't even know if he was into guys.

Mentally shaking myself, I brought my focus off his rump and sped my pace up to join his side as we walked down the pavement. I must've been spacing out for longer than it felt like because I realized we had already crossed almost two blocks and the club had to only be another one away. I looked up at Steven and smiled, "So, big guy. You teaching or a student for this class?" Steven smirked and looked down at me, "I'm getting better, but I'm still learning the ways of the shaker. I figured you could use a partner, so you'll be working with me tonight." He lightly punched me on the shoulder, his meaty paw shifting me a lot more than he intended. I teetered for a moment and then righted onto my feet again, then grinned wickedly and hopped and threw a return punch. This was a mistake, as his bicep was rock solid. I gingerly shook my hand and chuckled weakly, "Damn, dude, are you hiding steel rods in your shirt?" "Nope, kitty cat. Although I do double as a backup bouncer for the Mixer when things get busy, so I've been hitting the gym," he said as he dramatically flexed his bicep, the sky-blue dress shirt stretching slightly from the strain.Holy fuck, I thought, I hope I'm not drooling. "Here we are! Welcome to the Mixer!" Steven said, throwing his arms up in a dramatic flourish towards a bright purple neon sign bearing the club's name in cursive with a martini glass behind the words. The sign stood over a brick walled building with a broad, tinted glass front with panes so dark you couldn't see inside.

"Dude! This place looks, uh, pretty generic to be honest," I said sheepishly. "Don't judge a club by it's facade, little buddy. Wait until you get inside," the big dog smiled down at me, his tail wagging eagerly. God, what a goofball, I chuckled internally. He led me to the nondescript swinging glass door and pulled it open, leading into a small entrance hall just about big enough to fit a few people. Two ornate oak doors stood guard to the club beyond with large brass handles. With a dramatic flourish and a dip of his big upper body, Steven bowed low and pulled open the door, ushering me inside.

For the second time today, I was struck speechless. The completely plain exterior of the building was totally opposite to the modern, well-decorated club I found myself in now. I mentally absorbed every bit of information I could about the place and a few things clicked into place. Brass poles, tables, seating, DJ booth, bar at the back. "Steven, this is a strip club." I turned to see the big dog practically bursting at the seams trying to contain his laughter. Directly over his head was a bright neon sign stylized after a pair of foxes, one male and one female, sharing a pole to dance on. He finally failed to contain his mirth and busted over double, his massive booming voice echoing through the big space. I stood there and crossed my arms over my chest, giving him time to work out the well-deserved laughter.

"Ok, ok. You got me big guy. Are you even co-owner?" I asked impatiently. Steven held up a big finger and tried to catch his breath, tears streaming from his eyes. After a few more shaking laughs, he stood up, took a deep lungful of air, let out one more bark of laugh and then wiped his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Maxie. The look on your face was just priceless. Oh boy. You look so pissed!" He started to chuckle again before recovering, "Ok, so in order. No, this isn't exactly a strip club. It's more like a... what's the best way to put it. A pole dancing club? Anyone can get up and dance if they want but we really do keep it casual here. It is clothing-optional, though. And yes, I'm co-owner. I wear many hats here; amateur bartender, part-time-bouncer, face of the club, and occasional dancer. Hope you're not too mad, buddy." I absorbed his words with increasing interest. I turned back to face the bar, then looked at the poles, then back at Steven. "So, where's the class?" Steven patted me on the shoulder and gently pushed me in the direction of the Staff Only sign in one corner. "Back here, in the break area." He led me through the oak door and into a cozy, dimly-lit hallway with a thick-pile carpet. It looked more like it belonged in a high-class hotel than some kind of amateur dancing club. He pushed open another door and led me into a sort of lounge area with it's own small bar. There were already a few people here, furs of various species and gender as well as a few folding tables covered in bottles of liquor, glasses, shakers, and tumbler. A big chocolate-colored elk stood behind the permanent bar wearing a forest-camo sleeveless shirt that said On Point in gold lettering talking animatedly to a painted mare wearing a hot pink crop top and a pair of black yoga pants. Steven spread his arms wide and bellowed "Hey! The gang's all here!" He stepped to one side and grabbed me by both arms, shoving me forward to present me to the small crowd, "This is Maxie, a friend from waaaaay back. He's here for the next few days so I thought I'd show him how to have some fun."

The small crowd let out a pleasant smatterings of greetings as Steven half-hustled me up to the bar with the elk and mare, now eagerly watching our approach. We came to a stop with me surrounded by the three towering furs all of them smiling pleasantly and very much down at my suddenly tiny frame. "Maxie, this is Marcus and Ellie. Marcus is the head bartender and Ellie is our Social Media Chief. Marcus, Ellie, Maxie here is an old friend and currently exploring the country in a beat up truck, seeing all the sights America has to offer." I blushed slightly at the disparity of our positions and then started slightly when Marcus brought a large hand into my view. I mechanically took it and shook firmly, his grip gentler than I was expecting from the 7 foot cervine. "Hey Max. Steven has been practically gushing about you ever since you told him you were in the area. The big guy wouldn't shut up last night! I had to mix him a quadruple shot just to get him to change the subject." I laughed and released his hand, "That's what, one drink for you, Gigantor?" Marcus chuckled and laid a hand on Ellie's shoulder. "Ellie here was actually hoping to chat with you a little bit about your trip. She is always complaining we chain her to her desk, but really you couldn't get her to stop if you wanted to." The big elk smiled warmly at the mare, who playfully slapped his chest and let out an almost musical laugh. "Marcus, please. If anyone had a bad case of the wanderlust, it'd be you. Although your travel is less from state to state and more bed to bed," she sniped with a playful giggle. Marcus sputtered as Steven let out a bark of laughter and rested a hand on my shoulder. "Ok, you two. We should stop holding up the class and get started. Maxie and I will be in the back, watching raptly and totally paying attention." He started to guide me away from the two and back towards an empty table near the door. Marcus called out, "What you really mean is that Max here will be doing all the work while you sample his efforts, right pup?" Steven winced and blushed slightly, although his tail wagged a little harder at the banter. I perked an eyebrow at that and filed it away for later. For now, we were going to learn how to mix drinks.

The class settled into a comfortable routine, clearly a few sessions into this group's instruction. I kept up as best as I could, handing Steven garnishes, clean glasses, and liquors as we mixed and poured in unison. Today we seemed to be doing mainly fruity drinks with a lot of oranges, limes, and lemons to garnish. At one point, Marcus called for a quick breather and let everyone take stock of ingredients and drinks to restock. "Maxie, we're out of fruit. Mind heading up to the front and grabbing us some more?" Steven asked, playfully flipping the tumbler around acrobatically. I nodded and trotted lightly up to the front of the room. I waved at Marcus as I slid up to the counters behind him and grabbed a big tray of pre-sliced fruit, turning on my heel and quickly bringing it back. I turned just in time to watch Steven fumble the trick he was trying to perform, the tumbler arcing lightly through the air before dropping on his head and splitting in two, the parts of the tumbler bouncing away and under the table. I laughed lightly and walked over to our shared table. As I turned around the table, I caught the edge of the folding monstrosity and accidentally kicked the legs out from under it, collapsing the table onto my friend and dropping the fruit tray in the process.

With a terrible crash, all of the table's contents spilled onto the floor and the unfortunate husky in their path, knocking him over and soaking him completely in drink and fruit. I caught myself on the back wall and turned with a look of horror on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ellie holding up a camera phone and the flash of her taking a candid photo of the mess I just caused. Then, unbelievably, she gave me a thumbs up and smiled. I was shocked, but I turned to Steven. "Fuck dude, I'm really sorry! You ok?" I asked, the fumes of various alcohols making my head swim slightly.

Steven brushed ice, lime peels and clinging drink from his fur and looked up at me, "Glad to see you're just as clumsy as ever, bud. Only cat I know with two left feet." He let out a hearty chuckle and held out a hand. I stooped slightly and grabbed his. I would have helped him up, but the orange slices made the ground slippery. Instead, at the first attempt to help him up, my feet came out from under me and I flopped bodily onto his lower body, my face smacking into the wet mess of his abs. I was momentarily dazed and Steven's stomach shook up and down violently. I realized slowly that the big lug was practically breathless with laughter, dropping back and giving deep bass barks.

His laughter died down slightly before we locked eyes again and both busted out in riotous humor again. We both were hysterical for a solid minute before the heavy footsteps of Marcus came up behind me and I felt myself lifted off of Steven like a kitten. "All right, newbie, off of my boss. You both reek of booze," he said, gently placing me back on my feet, my soaking paws squishing into the carpet. He then stooped to help Steven up and the two shared a grin before looking at me. Steven spoke up, "Maxie, we're a mess. Let me show you to the employee showers so you can get washed up. C'mon, this way." He opened the door and led me back into the hallway and deeper down it towards a pair of doors that looked like something out of a gym bathroom. Pushing them open, I found myself in a white-tiled locker room. Looking around in confusion, Steven caught my gaze and answered my question before I could ask. "Unisex, buddy. We're a bit more, ahem, liberal here with nudity. Showers are back here. There should be a free washer in the back for our clothes."

I nodded, following past a bank of lockers and into the main area of the locker room. On one half of the big space was a row of toilet stalls. Along the other was a long bank of showers, undivided and open to the space. I blushed for a moment and looked up at Steven, realizing that I was going to get another chance to stare at my friend's chiseled form. And then guilt hit, as I realized I was basically taking advantage of this situation to ogle him. As I was beginning to scold myself however, Steven looked down at me with a very heated smirk. "Well, Maxie. Now you can stop pretending not to stare at my ass and get all you want," he practically purred at me. I blinked in surprise as my auburn fur threatened to catch fire from embarrassment. I started to stammer out a response, forming words of apology, before he turned to face me directly and knelt down to meet me eye to eye. "Buddy, you really think you're so slick a dog couldn't hear you come into his room?" He placed a big hand on my shoulder and chuckled, "Did you like what you saw, kitty cat?"

He stood back up, stripping his sodden shirt and loosening his belt as he padded over to the bank of showers. I stammered again, then found my tongue, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ogle. I wasn't even sure you were into guys!" That delightful, deep laugh answered me as he undid the button on his pants and dropped them, revealing a pair of red silk boxer briefs. I choked on my words again as I caught sight of his bulge head on, the canine's package heavily rounding out the groin of his underwear. "Maxie, that's what I like about you. So worried about offending you won't even read the writing on the wall." As he spoke, his thumbs ran the rim of those silk shorts before tugging them down to reveal a plump, gray-furred sheath in all its glory, the hint of a red tip just barely showing. Steven smirked again and turned to the shower, turning the water on full blast. "So? Are you going to sit around in wet clothes all night or are you going to join me and freshen up?" He flicked his tail playfully at me and cocked an eyebrow. I needed no further encouragement. I quickly threw the shirt off my soaking fur and tossed it into the forming pile with his clothes. I quickly unzipped my pants and dropped them, hopping out of them halfway through the motion and depositing them, too. Steven called out from the shower cubicle, "Commando, Maxie? Brave boy." I blushed at the tease and sheepishly moved into the warm blast of water beside my friend, "You said I might meet people here. I was feeling confident." He smiled warmly down at me, the heat temporarily cooled, "Confident is good. I like that. Hope you don't mind, but I really do need to shower before I permanently smell like a poorly-made long-island." He turned and pushed the pump on a dispenser, the fragrant aroma of fur shampoo hitting my nostrils. I followed his motion, starting to lather myself as I felt muscles unclench I hadn't even realized were tense. I began to relax and even enjoy the shower, just the two of us cleaning up the remnants of my embarrassing mistake. I was about to angle my hands so I could work them through my back when I felt Steven's firm hands press into my shoulder blades.

"Let me help with that, Maxie. Better with friends, after all," he said, the heat back in his voice. I shuddered under the powerful grip, a thrill running down my spine as he gently scrubbed into my fur, traveling ever lower, my own spined shaft starting to climb in anticipation. I blushed as I realized where this was rapidly heading, but I had no desire to stop it. With a sound of shifting weight, the husky's big hands moved from my back to the generous curve of my ass, kneading it gently as I felt him lean in close behind me. "So tell me, Maxie. You like it when another guy takes control?" He squeezed gently on my cheeks, spreading them slightly and causing me to gasp into the steamy air. His voice purred into a pointed ear, "I'll take that as a yes. Do you want me to keep going?" I swallowed hard around my arousal, finding the words as quick as I could. "Fuck yes," I hissed, unconsciously pressing into his probing hands. My small shaft finished it's climb to full arousal and I moaned softly as Steven squeezed both ass cheeks a final time before I felt the hot wash of his breath over my exposed hole. There was a pause of only a heartbeat before the pulses of his breathing were replaced by a warm, thick tongue swiping over my tailhole. I bowed my head and my knees trembled as my tip began to leak pre in anticipation. I turned and looked down at the husky, his shaggy head pressed right up against my shaking rump.

I sighed softly as the tongue probed my depths, almost as big as the largest dick I'd ever taken. The steam from the shower rolled over our bodies, the only other sound was the lapping of that canine tongue. I lost track of time as he rimmed me, my head foggy with need, but the sensation ended all too soon for me, his broad muscle withdrawing from me with a quiet slurp. I whined needily for a moment, my tail automatically hiking up as he withdrew. The whine turned to a yelp as strong hands closed on my hips, his strong arms lifting me up and turning me on the spot, my back pressing up against the cool tile.

"I like to look 'em in the eye when I have my way with someone," Steven growled quietly. My body trembled with need, my 4 inch shaft pulsing rapidly in time with my heart. I looked down his chiseled, soaking body to his groin and gasped at what I saw. Drooping heavily from the thick sheath was a rapidly hardening canine cock, easily 8 inches long and at least as thick as my wrist. Catching my gaze, Steven pulled my legs around him and I dutifully wrapped them around his waist. Now sporting a free hand, he flopped that massive, wonderful length onto my crotch beside my own, dwarfed member. Warm, thick canine pre drooled from his tip and mixed with my own, creating a warm pool on my crotch.

"What are you waiting for?" I panted, looking up at him with hunger in my eyes.

He locked eyes with me, a confident smirk on his face, "For you to beg, kitty cat. I want to know you want it." I grunted in need as his thick dick throbbed against mine, coating me in his juices.

"You're such a dick," I half-gasped, half laughed, "C'mon big dog. Fuck this kitty!" I purred, wiggling my hips against his pelvis. In response, he thrust his hips and slid that hot slab of meat across my own, frotting me with the weight of his shaft alone. I panted hard and whined again, drawing a small chuckle from the husky.

"Sure thing, kitty. You're mine now," he growled, pulling back and angling his shaft to touch my tailhole with one hand. The warm tip felt like a spearpoint of pleasure as my body ramped up my desire, the imminent penetration the only thing I could think of. I didn't have to wait long as Steven pressed his hips forward, his thick cock slowly spreading me open as I hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Inch after glorious inch dove deeper inside me, easily the largest and best dick I'd ever had. He groaned above me as my tunnel clenched down on him, working already to bring both of us pleasure, and he firmly but gently pushed all the way to the subtle swell of his slowly developing knot.

He held me like that, legs around his waist and 8 inches of canine cock lodged inside me, for what felt like an hour but was probably only a few seconds. My senses had become hyper focuses on the rod in my ass and I was dimly aware of the steaming water streaming down our bodies. I shifted my hips and strove to drive him deeper, coaxing him to get on with it. He seemed to catch my hint, his expression a mix of lust and concern, and he withdrew to his tip before sliding back in with a bit more force and speed than his initial entry. I groaned whorishly as he did, my shaft jumping as the thickest part of his glided past my prostate.

He needed no further encouragement to continue and he began to fuck me with earnest, steady pumps that had the showers echoing the sounds of my ass hitting his pelvis. My world shrank further until the only things I could feel were the amazing pleasure of Steven's thick dick and a deep sense of desire for the husky himself. Gripping his chest fur, I pulled myself upwards and planted a hungry kiss onto his panting mouth, my rasping tongue darting into his mouth as his hands cupped my rump to support my weight. He never slowed down, he just casually transitioned to the new angle with practiced ease and a detached part of my mind wondered just where he'd learn to handle a partner like this. The major part of me didn't fucking care. It was in heaven.

Our tongues danced and he pressed my entire body against the white tile of the shower as he made short pumps into me, the force bringing me close to climax. "Steven," I gasped into his mouth, "I'm gonna cum. Fuck, I'm close!" He grunted in response, acknowledging my approaching orgasm but showing no sign of slowing down. His heavy orbs slapped my ass in rhythmic fashion as he fucked me with experienced ease and I saw stars for a brief moment as my body involuntarily clamped down on him. A heartbeat later, the dam broke and my shaft let out hot, thick ropes of jizz onto my chest as I climaxed harder than I had ever before. Steven moaned slightly into my mouth and his thrusts slowed as my asshole gripped him like a vise.

I was sure for a moment he was near his end to, but I was wrong. He shifted his weight and pulled us away from the wall, the cool air registering faintly on my mind. A shuffled step towards the benches later, I found myself on my back, the gray and white canine over me, pressing my legs up to my shoulders as he drove even deeper than before. His breaths came in sharp pants and I looked down to where we were joined in rapt fascination as his massive pole worked in and out. His knot was starting to swell, signaling the end was near and I mentally gulped and rejoiced at the same time as I watched it grow to an incredible size.

I looked up at Steven, my hands gripping his firm biceps, and whined needily, "Knot me! Breed me! I need it!" I could've sworn my words caused his shaft to swell in delight as he nodded through panted breaths, his thrusts working ever deeper as I felt a pressure on my star growing ever more intense. It ramped up suddenly and I felt his thrusts slow to a near standstill, both of us groaning in unison until, with a soft pop, his fist-sized bulb of flesh defeated my body's resistance and he tied me successfully. He made two more short, jerky thrusts before pressing all of himself onto me, his cock throbbing as he pressed my face to his chiseled chest. The blossom of liquid heat that hit my insides set off a second orgasm of my own, my dick drooling out another deposit of seed onto my chest as I groaned deep into my lover's fur.

He held me there for an age, his cock busily filling every spare inch of my tailhole with his thick seed. I was in absolute bliss as I lay there and let him have his way with me, my own body finally winding down from the sexual exertion and my mind became hazy. I felt like I had just run a marathon and most of my lower body ached on a core level. The heavy throbs of Steven's cock slowed and then stopped and he licked his lips as he caught my breath. "How was that, kitty cat?" He teased, a small smirk on his face again. I looked up and pecked him on the lips, "You're an absolute stud, you know that?" He chuckled and then turned me on his knot so that I was face-down before picking me up again. With a mix of gasps and grunts, he walked us back under the shower again, sitting down on the floor beneath the warm water. He idly rubbed over my stomach, pressing gently, which let me feel the depth his dick had manage to reach. I sighed in delight as I enjoyed the warm fullness and the hot water.

"So what now?" I asked, nestling comfortably into his lap. "Up to you, kitty cat. This can be a once-off or it can be something more," he said, his voice much softer now. "I really did miss you and I wouldn't mind seeing more of you."

I smiled and hummed softly, a different kind of warmth filling me. I let the thought hang for a few moments, the shower streaming around us. "You promise not to steal all the covers on the bed?" Steven, to his credit, only lost his shit laughing for about half a minute. When he recovered, he kissed me passionately and smiled, "Nope!" It was my turn to laugh and mine lasted well into the five minute mark. With a somewhat-mandatory cuddle session in progress, we used the time to catch up, chatting about little things and plans. He expressed a crush on me since our middle school days, I admitted absolutely no clue that was the case. He remarked in surprise when I told him I hadn't even come out as bi until a couple years ago.

The conversation wound without a destination until, about 10 minutes later, I felt a warm trickle out of my tailhole. With a soft grunt, Steven slipped his softening dick from my stretched rump, helping me stand on shaking legs. We concluded the shower we interrupted with vigorous fucking not a moment too soon. As we shut off the taps, I heard the sound of the locker room doors swinging open and two sets of hooves clopping onto the tile. "Steven, buddy, did he turn out to be a serial killer? Maxie, are you wearing his skin as a trophy?" Marcus called out. I heard a distinct smack of a hand hitting furred flesh and Marcus yelping. "You two have fun in here?" Ellie said in her sing-song voice, clear amusement coloring the notes. "You two are nosier than my mother!" Steven called back, walking over towards the door, leaving me naked and wet by the laundry area. "Maxie and I were just having a very serious discussion about the benefits of rum over vodka. It got very heated." I rolled my eyes as I watched the washer tumble our clothes, my tail twitching side to side in casual delight. Hooves clopped again on the tiles coming closer to where I was. I flinched in surprise, not expecting them to come this way. I hastily grabbed a towel but only managed to cover my nudity a second before they rounded the corner, all three of them smiling gleefully. Clearly, they were comfortable with nudity around each other, as neither Marcus or Ellie gave a second glance to Steven's very naked form.

"Relax, Maxie. You're not the first naked feline they've seen. Hell, not even this week in Ellie's case," Steven said, chuckling slightly. Ellie directed a backhand slap at Steven, her hand bouncing off a pectoral with little effect other than a soft wumph. "My taste in partners is of no concern to you, dog breath. At least I have standards," she sniffed with a playful smirk. Steven swept a hand in my general direction, "Hey, look. I have standards too. Try and tell me you're not thinking about taking a turn with my little buddy here, too." Ellie huffed again, but her eyes clearly traveled the length of my body and her chestnut-and-white fur took on a distinctly pink tint. Note to self: watch out for Stevens horny friends I mentally told myself. Marcus laughed and slapped Steven on the back, "All right you two, on fighting over the newbie. Let's get him into some fresh clothes so he can rejoin the populace at large. Kid, you wanna come out to the club floor and see us in full swing or are you all... ahem... 'funned' out?" I cocked my head and thought for a moment, looking at my husky friend out of the corner of my eye. He clearly was trying not to influence my decision, but I could read every ounce of excitement to show me his pride and joy in his face and the wildly waving tail. "I think I could brave the crowds, Marcus. Do I get the VIP tour?" All three laughed at the same time and Steven stepped up to wrap a big arm around my shoulders, "Maxie, this is the VIP tour."