Orange Slices 2

It was another busy night at the Mixer, the heavy bass of the club music thumping in my lungs. I had just come off the dance floor after what felt like a year of wiggling and gyrating among other sweaty furs and had taken my favorite seat at the bar: the one closest to Marcus. Over the last couple of weeks since Steven and I hooked up, Marcus had basically welcomed me in like family and treated me like a younger brother. I say almost because he had definitely been caught staring at me more than a few times when I went up to dance. I didn't mind.

He was a few years older than me and, thanks to his elk parentage, he towered over me, he even beat out Steven for height! He was also his gym partner, but unlike the husky, Marcus enjoyed sleeveless shirts and tight pants. I can't say I blamed him with the way it only did him favors. I idly ran my finger around the rim of my glass as I watched the crowd come and go around the Mixer's most popular bartender.

I felt bad for all the guys and girls who came up to Marcus in hopes of taking the muscular elk home with them tonight. I was always fascinated how the big guy remained completely impassive as people who I'd throw myself at were rebuffed time and time again. He was polite, professional, and completely uninterested. I idly wondered if he was asexual or something as he politely handed a slip of paper back to a cute shiba inu girl who wore a look of stunned surprise.

I mentally laughed and signalled my friend I could use another cocktail. He nodded his head from down the bar and quicky had my concoction for me. "Marcus," I half shouted over the noise. "Don't you ever get tired of all that attention?" He grinned easily and chuckled, clearing my empty glass and tossing it into a dishwasher under the counter.

"Nah, Maxie. I can't help that I check a lot of boxes for people. Long as they don't get handsy or pushy, I'm happy to humor them," he said in a slow drawl. He kept that pleasant smile on his face as he leaned against the bar and surveyed the Friday night crowd, taking in his domain. I swivelled my bar stool and also enjoyed a few minutes of people-watching before the shifting of the crowd let me catch a glimpse of a rather unique character.

There, in the midst of one of the sectional lounge areas, was a very curvy bunny. I couldn't guess at gender from where I sat, but they definitely had picked an outfit that would emphasize their more feminine aspects. Over snowy-white fur, the rabbit wore a robin's egg blue crop top with no sleeves and decorative slashes on the sides. The top allowed a good look of that smooth abdomen and I caught a glint of something shiny in their navel. Their utterly alluring getup was rounded off by a pair of black shorts so small, they were almost denim underwear. The small puff of an upturned tail quivered as the bunny laughed at a joke one of the other clubgoers made before they apparently caught sight of either myself or Marcus.

The rabbit's gaze became almost predatory and they quickly turned to stalk over our way, allowing me to see a bulge in the aforementioned tiny shorts. So at least male downstairs, I thought to myself, the discovery only increasing my interest. Two deep blue eyes looked over my head and locked onto Marcus and I heard the big elk actually suck in a breath. Wow, this guy's even got Marcus on his back foot, I thought. In a matter of moments, the rabbit closed the gap between us and glided up against the bar, eyes half-lidded.

"Hey there, big guy," the bunny chirped, his voice high and somewhat sharp."Who's the newbie?" He flicked his head towards me, his large lop ears flopping around with a jingle of metal from the line of piercings. I turned to look at Marcus and saw, to my surprise, that he was actually blushing and seemed to be fumbling over his words for a moment. As if a switch was thrown, Marcus' face settled and he regained that cool, disinterested look. Shut down, bunny boy, I thought with a small amount of glee.

"Hey, babe," Marcus said, voice full of warmth. "This is Steven's new boyfriend, Max." He turned to me, a big smile on his face. "Max, this is, ah, my boyfriend, Tyler." My jaw practically hit the floor and the bunny giggled lightly.

"What's the matter, kitty? Can't imagine a big guy like him giving a thing like me the time of day?" He smiled wide, buck teeth popping over his bottom lip. He was very cute, but he wasn't all that different from the guys and girls Marcus had already sent on their way. I was fascinated with Tyler. I quickly found myself again and held out a hand in offering.

"Honestly, yeah! He's been practically knocking people away with a bat tonight," I said, returning his friendly smile as he shook my hand. "And yet, with one look, you get him speechless. I gotta learn how you do it." Tyler laughed into his hand and cast a sideways, hungry look at his towering hunk of a boyfriend. He hopped up on the bar and leaned into the elk's muscular chest.

"Aww! Marcus here looks all mean and scary, but really, he's a sweetheart at his core. He just doesn't like to show people. I think Steven and Ellie are the only ones who have seen his soft side aside from me." While Tyler rested against Marcus, the elk visibly colored and shifted a little, then tried to distract himself by cleaning up the bar in the immediate area. Tyler looked up at his boyfriend and smiled warmly. "Big Buck, I'm gonna go freshen up in back. Want to meet me at the back entrance in twenty so we can head home?"

Marcus nodded his big head, the points of his antlers cutting a big arc through the air, "Sure thing, bun. I clock out in ten minutes. Want me to make you something to go?"

Tyler shook his head and laughed happily, "No thanks, hun. Have fun with your friend!" He turned me and waved a little, "It was nice meeting you, Maxie. Maybe we can chat next time!" I smiled and nodded, waving goodbye as the feminine rabbit boy bounced on one heel and turned to leave. The moment hung in the air for several beats of the loud club music before I whipped around and slammed my hands on the bar top.

"Ok, Marcus. I need the story right now. How does a bunny like that get a guy like you who seems to be the pickiest guy I've ever met," I demanded, a look of sheer disbelief plastered on my face. Marcus rubbed the back of his neck and actually looked uncomfortable, a thing I hadn't seen before.

"I clock out soon. I'll tell you the story in the back break room if you're interested. I'll meet you there," he said. I frowned slightly but acquiesced. I nodded and made my own way towards the back, pushing through the big carved oak doors and heading to the break room where Steven and I had attended Marcus' bartending class when I first got here. I slid into a large leather love seat and kicked back, grateful to be off my paws and into a cooler room. I mentally ran through every situation on how Tyler could have captured aloof Marcus' attention, each scenario more fascinating than the last. As I rounded out the daydream that Tyler was the promoter for a rival club and had dirt on Marcus for blackmail (it was quite the caper and very sexy persuasion methods were used), the aforementioned elk pushed into the room and clomped over to where I sat, settling heavily into the armchair across from me. I smiled like my more predatory feline counterparts, all teeth, and said "Ok, spill it."

My friend crossed his arms and looked down at me, an eyebrow raised, "Where are your manners, bud?" I returned the arched eyebrow with one of my own, holding it for only a handful of heartbeats before we both broke and started laughing at the same time. "Ok, ok. He's my boyfriend of about 3 years now. We met right here at the club, before your guy started working here. And before you ask, yes, he is every bit as effeminate outside of the club as in. He's the yin to my yang." The antlered stud said, a whistful smile on his face.

I smiled warmly, "Aww you big softie. But that only tells me how long you've been together. How did you and him get together? He doesn't exactly seem your type from all the shit-talking I've heard you muttering over the bar about people who look like him."

Marcus chuckled and, too my absolute surprise, blushed, "That's cause you don't know my bun like I do, kitty cat. But fine, we first met when I was still a junior bartender mixing drinks while going to school."

I leaned forward, supporting my head with my hands and listened enraptured as Marcus told me every juicy detail.

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It was a Saturday night and the club was absolutely packed. Wall to wall bodies and music so loud I swear it was going to shake my antlers off. I was fresh off a breakup with a girlfriend and had been soured to the cutesy types that wanted me do all the hard work in a relationship. It doesn't help that I've always screamed "Call me Daddy" to every desperate hornball that walks through our doors. So anyway, I'm mixing drinks, rejecting advances and throwing away napkins with phone numbers near constantly when my turn for break comes up. As David, a big bear that used to work here, came to let me go, he gestured to some bubblegum pink rabbit wearing little more than shoestrings and a pair of hotpants.

"Got an admirer, Marcus," he had laughed. "Go chase this one away, too." David found my constant attention some mix of hilarious and enviable. The big guy was popular, but not like I was. I groaned at him, rolled my eyes, and decided to simply ignore the fay thing. That was my first mistake. As I passed by where the bunny was eye-fucking me, his hand darted out and grabbed a fistful of my junk and squeezed just enough to get a feel.

I grabbed his wrist on reflex and twisted, pulling him closer to me. "The fuck do you think you're doing, rabbit?" I growled, eyes full of fury. How dare he grab me like I was just a piece of meat? I glowered at him and, to my complete shock, he laughed and licked his lips! I roughly shoved him away from me, which due to my size was practically throwing him onto one of the nearby couches and I stormed off, furious. How dare he? I thought to myself, completely outraged. What does he think I am? Just some big dumb stud for him to play with?

I hit the break room and practically radiated anger so much that most of the other staff gave me a wide berth. Except Ellie, of course, who couldn't let anyone be that pissed off without trying to help. She smoothly glided behind me and rested her head between my points and whispered quietly to me, "What's up, big buck?"

I sighed heavily and tilted my head up slightly, "Some fucking twink groped me on the floor as I was coming back from the bar for my break. The little prick didn't even have the decency to apologize to me."

Ellie patted my shoulder and and huffed, "You need me to get the bouncers to toss him out?"

I shook my head fractionally, "Nah. I can handle him. Just pisses me off after all the shit I've dealt with this month, you know?"

"I know, hun, but you can't just blow this off. You tell me if he gets too handsy again and I'll deal with it," she said.

"Thanks, L. You always look out for me," I smiled.

"We've known each other since freshman year in high school. I gotta make it up to you for getting to see your awkward puberty years," she laughed lightly over me. I playfully punched her, then got up to get a snack from the hallway. The club's music is pretty well drowned out by the doors to the employee area, but it pulsed through the small area every time someone came and went. I looked down the hallway as the back of chips in the vending machine pushed its way out and I stiffened.

There he was, still sitting there where I had left him, and he was staring at the door to the employee area. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down but the fact that he was still there was making me really bothered for some reason. I couldn't figure out why so I decided I had to go tell this guy off. Stomping my way out of the hallway and into the club proper, I was caught unprepared for the brief moment of excitement that played across his face before he settled back into something more predatory despite his rabbit stature. I towered over him and glared at him, the thumping bass of the music matching my pounding heart.

"What is your problem, rabbit? Why are you hovering around here, looking at me like I'm the next deluxe salad you're going to eat?" I demanded, my blood hot.

He smiled sweetly, holding out a hand in greeting, "I'm Tyler. I'm new to the club and I'm sorry about the groping thing. I was just trying to get your attention. You're kinda my type and I'm not normally like that."

I damned near growled at him, leaving his hand unshaken, "What makes you think I want to have anything to do with you, twink?"

The smile unchanged, Tyler stepped closer and stood on the tips of his big rabbit toes, "Because I'm not like the other cute little needy boys here. And you don't want a needy little boy. A big elk like you wants someone to hold the reins."

I flushed with embarrassment and was caught off guard by his observation, "A-and how do you know that?"

His grin widened as he saw the hole in my armor. He stepped back and dropped back onto the sectional, the red leather barely deforming under his weight. He patted the spot next to him daintily and waited. I looked around the club for a moment, not really sure what I was looking for. I spotted Ellie over by the DJ booth, her eyes locked onto mine. She smiled at me and nodded her head, but whatever message she was trying to send me was lost to the distance. I heaved a sigh, my anger cooling a little, and dropped heavily onto the sectional next to Tyler.

He slid up closer to me and patted me on the arm, "I know because I've been watching you, big guy. You seem utterly repulsed by the regular crowd trying to get you to take charge. I've watched you ignore or reject every little thing that swayed its way up to your counter. I'm interested to know if I'm right."

I kept my gaze ahead of me, my hot anger replaced with a growing hot embarrassment. I spoke without turning my head to him, "You're right, at least, that the ones throwing themselves at me are annoying. How do you know that you're somehow different?"

Tyler chuckled lightly, the sound actually quite pleasant, "Because, my dear elk, I don't want anything from you. I do have a lot to give though." He giggled again, scooting closer again until his side was pressed against mine.

I snorted, "Like what, bunny?"

He ran a hand along my thigh, "Well, it would hardly be appropriate to show you here. Care to go somewhere else and find out?"

I let out a laughing huff through my nose, "You think it's that easy?"

The rabbit patted my thigh, "I believe I can be convincing enough to be worth your time."

I turned the idea over in my head silently for a few moments before looking down on the slender bunny, "I get off of work in an hour. You have two hours after that to convince me you're not wasting my time."

He beamed brightly, bouncing in his seat, "I promise you won't regret this, handsome. I'll meet you out front in an hour."

I nodded slightly and went back to finish out my shift. Sure enough, as I was leaving out the employee entrance, Tyler popped up, his street clothes as loud as his club clothes were skimpy. I rolled my eyes at him and started walking. He easily caught up and kept in a bouncing step, two for my every one.

"So..." I said, drawing out the word.

"So!" Tyler echoed, a bit more cheerfully than I was expecting. "I was thinking. You're probably tired of clubs and bars, and it's like three in the morning so nothing else is open. How do you feel about taking a trip back to my place? I promise it won't be bad!"

I grunted an agreement and started to follow his lead. The white rabbit smiled up at me and grabbed my hand with both of his, leading me towards the block of apartments down the street. Stopping in front of a big, ornate-fronted apartment tower, he turned to face me.

"Ok, so. Two super-duper quick things. One: once we're inside, I'm in charge." I tried and failed to suppress a snort of laughter. He frowned and crossed his arms, "Listen big guy. You gave me two hours. I'm gonna use them and I'm in charge."

I reined in my laughter but couldn't quite corral my grin, "Ok, sure, Tyler. Whatever you say goes."

He looked at me suspiciously for a beat, then smiled, "Good! Rule number two: if at any point it's too much, I want the time left to be held for another outing."

I laughed good and hard at the confidence he was showing, doubling over slightly. My mirth was interrupted by a sharp tug to one of my antlers and the same side ear. I yelped in pain and looked down at Tyler. He looked hurt, something I wasn't expecting.

"Marcus, could you at least not be a dick while humoring me?" he said, a defensive tone to his words. I was slightly stunned, so I nodded and mumbled an apology. He nodded back, but his bubbly mood seemed to have been cooled somewhat by my lack of belief in his act. I wanted to feel frustrated that I was putting up with him, but I really could only feel bad that I was being a bit of a douche.

"All right, bunny. Lead the way," I said, gesturing towards the glass doors of his building.

A few minutes and an awkward elevator ride later, we were at the door of unit 1428, the plain white door one among many. Tyler fiddled with his keys for a few moments, the jingle only just covering his nervous chatter. With a quick mechanical click, the door opened and he gestured me to enter. I found myself strangely disappointed how normal his home seemed to be. The decor was done up delightfully in cream leather and light wood and it all looked very cozy.

"Hey, uh, this is a really nice place," I said, trying to cut the silence that had dominated upon our entry.

Tyler beamed at me then gestured to the large sofa in the living room, "Thanks, Marcus. Take a seat. Can I get you a drink?"

I nodded my head, dropping onto the couch with a whumf. _"_I'll take anything in the form of beer, if you have it."

"I've got just the thing," he said, the fridge popping open and the clatter of glass sounding from within. A moment later, two brown bottles emerged and one was offered to me. It was some kind of local lager I'd had before, so I popped the cap off and took a swig. "So, how many guys like me have you dragged home in the promise of a good time?"

Tyler's smile dropped fractionally for a moment before he responded, "You're, uh, the first. At least here in Seattle. And the first one in a while, too."

I cocked an eyebrow, taking another sip, "With your confident act back at the club, I figured you for a practiced expert. Why me then?"

Tyler honest-to-god blushed and seemed to retreat a little, "Ah. Well, uh, I've kinda had a crush on you for a while. I spent the last few weekends working up the courage and I figured that if I didn't act like some vapid whore, you'd at least be interested."

"Ok, well, you're at least right that I'm tired of the horny twink routine that I get. Why go the extreme opposite?"

His blush deepened and he broke eye contact but quickly lifted back up to meet my eyes. This time I saw a bit more of the determined rabbit from the club in those ice blue pupils. "That's because when I'm not letting my crush see my home, I'm a bit of a dom. That wasn't an act, big guy. I will be taking charge here."

I finished my beer and placed it on the coffee table between us, "Ok then, Tyler the Dom Bunny. I'm yours for the next..." I checked my phone, "One hour and fifty two minutes."

Tyler's predatory grin made another appearance as he placed his own beer on the kitchen island and walked around the coffee table to stand in front of me. "Good. Now, first command. Bedroom's the last door at the end of the hall. Head inside and strip. I'll be in after I grab something from the guest room."

I held his gaze for a moment, then shrugged and walked down the hall, lifting my shirt off as I went, "Ok, bun, but don't keep me waiting." I opened the door and was greeted to another relatively normal room, this one done up with dark woods and burgundy bed fabrics, the walls a matching shade. I dropped my pants and then tossed them with my shirt on a nearby dresser before bracing myself against the wall to step out of my boxer briefs. The warm room still elicited a bit of a shiver from me as I found myself somewhat excited by the rabbit's mysterious antics. My sheath thickened a little and I walked over the bed to sit down and await Tyler's arrival.

I didn't have to wait long, the door opening only a few minutes later. Tyler stepped through the door, his own clothes having been mostly misplaced in his absence. His rose-colored fur lightened slightly over his belly, hitting the point of a near-white and I noticed he had pierced his nipples with barbells the same shade as his eyes. He still wore the black hot pants he had on before but he had donned a matching black leather harness. He carried a much larger one as well, that one mostly straps and buckles and I had an idea what he wanted to do, and honestly, I was rapidly gaining interest.

He smiled at me rather warmly, his eyes quickly sweeping my nude body before popping back up to meet my look. "Marcus, if nothing else happens tonight, it's already been worth it." It was my turn to blush and I scratched the back of my neck as an excuse to break eye contact. I mumbled my thanks as he walked around to my side of the bed. "Ready, Big Buck?"

I looked up at him and nodded. He handed me the harness and I put it on, not having to be told what it was for. It adjusted well, so in a moment I had it snug against my broad chest. Tyler giggled, his confident act ruined only momentarily by the high, effeminate noise, and then he stepped back. "Kneel on the floor right here," he said, gesturing at a spot at the foot of the bed. I stood, and then knelt as instructed. Tyler came to stand in front of me and I laughed slightly in my head at the scene. Even with me resting my rump on my hooves, my face was still almost level with his, my 7'6" frame towering over his 5'4". Then he distracted me by popping the button on his hot pants and wiggled his hips to drop them. As they slid down, I was greeted with a pair of blue-and-white striped boyshorts that were incredibly bulged.

My mind only had a moment to process the sight before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of those and he revealed himself to me completely. His dick dropped heavily upon being freed, drooping lazily as about six inches of mostly-flaccid cock was set loose. "What the...?" I marveled for a moment. Tyler chuckled, "Does the big buck like what he sees?"

I stammered for a moment, then any further attempts at speech were interrupted by his shaft thickening and climbing, the whole thing climbing to a very impressive 9 inches and closing the gap between us without the rabbit moving. The heavy member bobbed with his heartbeat just above my navel and I could feel the heat radiating off of it. My own tapered shaft had started its climb in my distraction, my own footlong member feeling weirdly dwarfed by the well-hung lapine.

"Tyler, what the fuck?" I finally asked, my brain failing to process what I was seeing.

"Well," he said lightly, a finger trailing up my chest. "My grandfather on my mom's side was a draft horse. Apparently, he had a thing for rabbit does, what with their boundless stamina, and my mom was born. Mom also enjoyed lapin stamina and married dad, and me and my two brothers were born." He playfully teased his shaft as he spoke, a clear bead of pre forming at the tip. "Imagine mom's surprise when she ended up having two kids that looked like grandpa and me who looked like her and dad." He reached down and teased my cock with a velvety-soft hand, playing a finger over the tip.

"Lucky for me, I still inherited the equine endowment in your standard rabbit shape. My brothers, not so lucky," He said, giggling as he made a pinching motion with his free hand. "Genetics were better to me than them, if you get my meaning."

I chuckled and Tyler joined me, the weird situation finally catching up to me. "Well, Big Bun, you've definitely got my attention. What's the next command?"

Tyler looked positively radiant as he took a step back and gripped the base of his pink shaft. "You're going to want to get this ready, handsome. Otherwise, you might not be able to walk out of here, later."

I smirked, then dropped to all fours, closing the distance to his dick again and getting a nosefull of bunny musk at the same time. He smelled earthy, like outside just after a rainstorm, and I opened my long muzzle and placed a curious lick to the underside of his shaft. The taste was oddly pleasant and electric on my nerves, a shiver running down my spine as I pushed forward for more. I felt his hand gently come to rest on the top of my head between my ears and a soft sigh escape his lips as I swirled my tongue around the tapered length. His pre hit the back of my tongue and I swallowed happily, enthusiastic in my task.

I worked my mouth up and down his member, hot huffs of breath washing over his pelvis as every inhalation brought me more of that pleasant scent. His shaft pulsed eagerly in my maw as I worked back and forth, his sighs turning into soft moans. His chest started to heave as I increased the pressure of my suction and was rewarded with a quick spurt of that tasty pre to the length of my tongue.

"F-fuck, Marcus," he groaned. "I may end up eating my words." He shifted his grip and took the base of an antler in each hand, then slowly started to roll his hips into my snout. I stopped bobbing my head and let him use my mouth like a hole until I felt his shaft start to pulse needily on my tongue. With a long sucking noise, he withdrew from my mouth and looked down at me panting. My own shaft twitched absently beneath me, a small puddle of pre starting to form on the soft carpet I was kneeling on.

"Bed. Now," Marcus commanded. The words had barely left his lips before I was on his bed, the springs creaking heavily under my weight as my erection flopped around as I positioned myself on my back. Tyler crawled up the bed over me, his own thick cock rubbing alongside mine as he brought his face to mine.

"Starting to believe me?" He said with a smirk. I answered him with a hungry kiss and a hand around our dicks, gently stroking our throbbing need for a moment. His legs trembled and I thought for a moment he was going to finish right there, but he pushed deeper into the kiss as he rolled his hips away from my grip and shifted down slightly to kneel between my legs.

"Do me a favor, grab the lube. Top drawer of the night stand," he said, his tapered head teasing my rump. I nodded and grabbed the clear bottle, handing it to him. A moment later, I felt the cool sensation of the lubricant on my tailhole and it caused me to shiver for a moment. Tyler didn't wait long to take advantage of the situation and firmly pressed himself inside me, the head working me open tortuously slow. It took what felt like an eternity for him to bottom out, but after only a few seconds, his hips met my ass with a soft pat.

"Race to the finish line, Big Buck?" Tyler teased, his small hands gripping the harness on my chest for leverage.

I smiled back down at him and squirmed slightly, stirring my guts with his shaft, "Loser buys dinner." Tyler took a moment to process my words, then a massive smile cracked across his face.

"You're on," he said and withdrew eight of his nine inches from me, my inner tunnel clenching slightly as he pulled. A heartbeat later, he slammed it back home, the tapered tip grazing my prostate and causing my own needy dick to leap in delight, a new puddle forming on my belly as I gasped in pleasure. Despite his smaller size, he had his rabbit thighs and stamina to work with and he was soon setting a jarring rhythm pumping into me and managing to shake my much heavier frame. My world collapsed inward until my only sensations were the impossibly large rabbit dick in my ass and the noises we were making. He fucked me for what felt like hours, his pace never breaking.

I found myself edging ever closer to release while Tyler seemed relentless. He must've noticed as he took a hand away from the harness and grabbed my hot shaft, stroking it slowly while aiming my tip at my face. "Big Buck need to come? S'all right baby, just let it out. I've got energy for daaaays," he drawled, lust drunk and clearly enjoying winning our impromptu bet.

I let out a loud groan as my shaft spasmed needily, the extra attention and change in angle pressing me ever closer to climax. I tried to reign my urge for release in, but Tyler used his massive rod to pummel my defenses away. A half dozen deep thrusts later, my cock and I shuddered at the same time and the first of a dozen fat ropes of my seed spurted wetly against my face, arcs hitting me in the forehead and some landing in my mouth. I moaned long and loud as my lapin partner seemed to gain even more energy from my climax as he picked up the pace, my clenching tailhole getting the best workover it had ever received in my life.

"Clench down on me, Big Buck. I want you to milk me," the dommy bunny crooned, his own cock thickening as he finally started to approach the limits of his own godly stamina. I gasped and nodded weakly, flexing my rectal walls and trying to do what I could to finish Tyler off. The pink bunny grunted as he felt me clench, then surprised me as he shifted his weight and folded me practically in half, my drooling cock leaking onto my face as he plowed downward, drilling me deeper into the bed. I let out a sharp gasp and moan with every thrust, his cock having robbed me of all my muscle strength.

"Here it comes, Big Buck," he gasped through his thrusts. He thick dick throbbed mightily and then I felt the blossoming warmth of his seed spread through my inner depths. He continued to thrust for several seconds, trying to press every inch of his body into my ass, before slowing down to a stop and letting my lower half back down onto the bed and withdrawing. I groaned as I felt my widened tailhole clench and shivered at the sudden change in temperature as his warm cum leaked out into the cool air.

I lay panting for a handful of seconds before I felt his small frame push gently on my shoulder and roll me onto my side. His furnace of a body slid up behind me, his leaking cock still half hard against the small of my back.

"So, did I convince you?" He asked, suddenly sounding a bit more meek than his confidence from just moments ago.

I chuckled and turned my head to look at him. He leaned up to look at me and I kissed him lightly on the nose, "Yes, Tyler. I think we both know I got what I needed."

He snuggled more tightly against me and buried his face in my back, "Good. Cause I didn't really have a plan B for this."

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"And the next morning, we both got up and went to grab breakfast. He and I have been basically inseparable ever since," Marcus said with a wistful smile on his face. I gaped openly at him, my own pants considerably tighter from his storytelling, "Well. Uh. Damn, Marcus. You could've just told me you were a bottom and he was a top."

He fixed me with a friendly, yet hungry, look, "Well, if I didn't give you all the fun details, you might not take him up on his offer."

I raised a confused eyebrow, "He didn't offer me anything earlier."

"He wanted me to put it to you. Since we know each other. You see, Tyler doesn't just have a thing for big guys. He likes lithe little felines too," he said, a big finger trailing up my chest. "He was hoping you and your guy could join us for some fun sometime. I already know Steven is up to it. He used to fool around with us occasionally before you two hooked up."

I blushed and my pants strained even more to contain my arousal, "Uh. I mean, I think I'd like that."

Marcus beamed, "Good! Tonight's date night or I'd just bring you with me. How does next Friday sound?"

"Good. It sounds good. I'll let Steven know, I guess," I said, still surprised by all this. Marcus stood to leave and got to the door before turning to look back at me.

"Oh, and by the way, Maxie. This club has been good for you. I'm glad to see you bloom wonderfully," he said and pushed through the door.

I smiled warmly and fished my phone out of my pocket, quickly composing a message to Steven.

You were right, wolfie. Marcus just invited us to meet up with them.

His messaged pinged back instantly:

Wonderful, hun! I can't wait for you to have some fun!

I chuckled and replied:

I'm heading home now, you better have dinner ready.

The writing indicator swirled for several seconds as I walked out the back entrance of the club. With another ping, his message slid into the screen. 8 inches of throbbing red dog cock occupied most of the screen with his message below:

I've got dinner, and I made you some food, kitten. Hurry home :)

I licked my lips unconsciously and closed my phone, speeding out into the night and off to meet my man.