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Jeremiah, or Jerry as his friends called him, was a rather stocky, black and orange furred wolf, he hadn't much difference between other wolves of his age and build, other than the colors that ran down his fur.

He did however used to have a reputation for being a party lover, and in the past that would have usually involved his mind being clouded with alcohol, and his body being coupled closely with yet another one night stand, however he had been a changed wolf for just shy of a year.

The change was not one that he would have been able to make on his own, that came at the hands of his boyfriend Ryan, a genuinely adorable and caring, silky smooth white furred albino raccoon, who had also in the past struggled with the vices of nightlife.

The pair met each other at an AA meeting seven months ago, and every day of the time the wolf and raccoon spent with each other was filled with love, dates, fun, and of course, quite a lot of sexual congress.

But tonight, there was something much larger brewing in their lives, it was going to become official, and Jerry was moving out of his ramshackle apartment, into the house that Ryan had inherited years ago, their lives would no longer be visits, but permanent, and that was cause for celebration, at least it was to Jerry.

"You swear you won't touch the bottle, right babe?" said Ryan, softly speaking as he helped Jerry tie his necktie.

Almost insulted, Jerry playfully scoffed as he raised his eyebrow at the half naked white raccoon in front of him, the smile he had quickly calming the wolf.

"Of course I won't, I want that one year coin." He replied, honestly.

"Good doggy, you'll get your reward when you get home." Ryan replied, and teasingly swayed his hips back and forth, ushering a soft murr from Jerry's maw.

"I look forward to it." He replied.

When a few of Jerry's friends had heard the news that he was finally not only committed, but moving in, they had planned a boy's night out, and promptly informed him that they would be meeting up at a local nightclub, but that they wouldn't be pressuring him to do anything but enjoy the music.

Smiling, and pressing his lips to his loving, loyal raccoon's, he kissed Ryan with genuine affection and slowly pulled back, a little clear strip of saliva connecting the couple's lips.

"You sure you don't want to join us babe?" Jerry attempted one last time to convince the raccoon to join them.

"I'm sorry my beautiful, but, I already have a night of gaming planned, and the temptation is way too much for me..." Ryan replied, looking down at his bare legs and then looked up to his mate with his tongue stuck out. "Don't worry though, I trust you."

The words bounced around Jerry's mind in a pleasurable way, he definitely loved the snow white raccoon, but he surely did want to hang with Bill, Wiley, all of the guys, it's been forever, after all.

"Alright then, get a few wins for me, yeah?" Jerry smiled enthusiastically, his hand motioning to the TV and console at the other end of the room.

"You bet, I'll blow them all away!" Ryan replied, the squeak of his voice just as adorable as it had ever been.

Jerry was going to utter some witty reply but his phone began ringing in his pocket, he answered as soon as he saw who was calling.

It was Bill, another Wolf, and in the background, the loud yapping and excited chuckles of Wiley, their mutual Hyena friend.

"Bro, we're out front, you coming or what...?" Bill spoke. "HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Wiley chimed in.

"Yeah, be out in a minute." Jerry replied, hanging up and chuckling to his mate who smiled in return. "I'll see you in a while baby, be safe?"

Ryan nodded his head and smiled. "You bet!"

Planting one last kiss to his mate's soft snow white cheek, Jerry headed to the door as Ryan plopped down on the sofa, waving goodbye as he walked out the door, down the stairs and out to the car where his excited, similarly dressed friends were awaiting.

"You ready to fucking get NUTS?!" Wiley asked, his excitement was higher than Jerry was used to seeing.

"I am a little nervous now, the fuck you two have planned?" Chuckled Jerry, replying.

"You'll see when we get there bro, just chill, it's a celebration!" Bill encouragingly said, as he pulled out of the parking spot and began driving the three to an unknown destination.

"Dude, fuck, you." Jerry firmly spoke, anger very obvious in his voice as Bill pulled into the parking lot.

"Dude, fuck you right back, it's a fuckin celebration, since when is looking a bad thing?" Bill replied, Wiley poked his head between the seats with a wide smile over his maw. "Yeah, it's just some butts, you can just jam to the music dude, like we said."

"I'm a mated man, this is a fucked up prank boys..." Jerry sighed as he let his head plop against the window, looking to the bright, flashy neon sign of the club that his friends had so eagerly picked out.

"It isn't a prank, you're gonna be living with him dude, this is your last chance to uh, window shop." Bill said with a smirk, flicking out sunglasses and placing them on his snout.

"It's ten at night, dude, you look like a douche." Jerry replied with a chuckle, Bill smirked. "That's my Bro, now let's go you stuck up asshole." He said, exiting the car.

Jerry closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying hard not to imagine what Ryan's opinion of their choice of venue would be, he pulled the car door open and exited with his friends, the three of them walking up to the front doors.

Out of all the clubs in the city, they had taken Jerry to The Ravenous Raven, a literal gay strip club, that was well known in the area for being one of the most lax on the no touching rule, the place was practically an orgy on occasions.

Thankfully, tonight it seemed relatively tame, the parking lot had maybe sixteen or seventeen cars, and the drink minimum was covered by the not recovering Bill and Wiley, and the bass vibrations hitting Jerry's chest through the hallway while they entered did illicit a happy reaction, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

"Alright, let's get nutty, who's on tonight?" Wiley asked, grabbing a paper menu from a nearby table, looking over the names of who was going to be 'showing' tonight.

"Oh damn, bro, Vincenzo, AND Lucious?" Bill said as he looked over the menu with the Hyena.

"Fuck that, Roxy's where it's at." Wiley replied, smirking to Bill with a fist bump.

Standing behind them was the utterly confused, yet musically entertained Jerry who shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, let's get in there..." Bill said, flicking his wrists outward and pushing the doors open, announcing their arrival with a well timed, classy "What's up biiitttchheeeesss?!"

It was nearly a full two hours later, and Jerry sighed, twirling the straw in his Shirley Temple and sipping the cherry flavored sprite off and on as he watched the depravity take place on the further end of the club, his friends were nearby, but very focused on the stage.

On said stage, was a fox, bumping and grinding to the tune of 'Disco Inferno', his body, other than a pair of orange sneakers, was completely naked, and his vulpine shaft was being ferociously stroked in his hand as he moved.

Perhaps it was just the beauty of his raccoon at home that had corrupted him, but Jerry had little interest in the twink that was licking his lips arousingly, teasingly to the audience as various small bills were thrown at his sneakered feet, he hardly even noticed the music slowly dying down and the twinky fox spraying his seed intentionally, with trained skill, all over the stage with an overenthusiastic moan.

The ice cubes clinked in the glass as Jerry finished his non alcoholic drink, sighing and looking as his friends joined him at the table.

"Bro, are you having fun?, you look pissed." Wiley asked, kindly smiling to his friend.

Jerry, not wanting to crush the party just yet, answered honestly. "It's a bar, with strippers, dude, If the music doesn't pick up soon, what would I have here to have fun with?"

A wide, devilish grin covered Wiley's face as he shrugged "Eh, suit yourself, but the next show is AP, and I'm getting me some."

Confused and curious, Jerry asked "AP?"

Bill nodded in reply and patted his friend's back. "I know you won't join us cuz of your arrangements but, it means audience participation..."

A blush washed over Jerry's face and he looked down "Oh, well, shit, it's my party right? I say have fun."

Bill and Wiley patted his back and whooped in excitement. "Damn right man, hey, w-" Bill started, interrupted by the MC who began to speak over the music.

"Alright this show's AP, and he's looking for a few studs to join him on stage, who's got the pocket book to get up here." The zoot suit wearing older chameleon said, holding a microphone.

"Right here, bitch!" Bill hollered out, as he and Wiley walked toward the stage, his hand holding out a large stack of cash.

"Right on, get up here, and get ready for a treatment you'll never forget, at the talented hands of our one and only, Rooooxxxxyyy!" The chameleon announced, taking the cash and walking off the stage.

The music slowly started up, and the lights went down, the room filled with the fake smoke of the machines and the laser lights activated as Jerry looked up toward the stage.

Walking out, wearing toeless sandals, a long fuzzy pink robe, and holding a bottle of tequila in each paw, was a pink furred, dainty raccoon boy, his body fur adorned in various bedazzling jewels and his outfit was completed with an ornate pair of glasses that looked like something a pop icon would wear, his slender form approached and placed a hand on both Bill and Wiley's chests simultaneously, as he spoke, the music went quiet.

"So you're the big special VIPs huh, well put your paws behind your backs and lemme show you boys how much I appreciate it." Roxy spoke softly, his voice digitally auto tuned through a small mic on his glasses.

Jerry found it to be like a train wreck, he couldn't look away, even as guilt washed over him for admittedly becoming hard in his shorts, the only species he had any form of major bias for, was currently right there on stage, dropping his robe to the stage floor and sliding his dainty pink furred hands across his friends' crotches, unzipping them intentionally.

Bill was first to harden, his familiar wolf cock was a few inches longer, and thicker, than Jerry's, as it pulsed to life in the twink's soft pink hand paw, his dainty fingers wrapping around the thick wolf shaft and stroking it to the beat of the song that began thumping out of the speakers.

Wiley was a little less enthusiastic, the autotuned voice of the pink raccoon spoke out again as he knelt down on his feet.

"Looks like our Yeen here has stage fright, should I help him get more into it guysss?" Roxy cheered out to the crowd of a few furs that roared in "Hell yeah" and "Suck his cock!"

Winking to the gathered crowd, Roxy leaned in and dragged his soft, moist tongue along Wiley's length, it took little coaxing from the raccoon's skilled tongue to make him moan, his cock nearly slapping the pink furred face of the talented boy with how quickly it hardened.

Jerry's eyes were glued to the scene, and a part of him even wanted to hop up there and enjoy the fun with his friends, but Ryan wouldn't ever forgive him, and this party was based around his soon to be living situation anyway, so he reluctantly sighed and reached a hand down to his slacks, and decided he would at least caress himself, what harm would that cause?

"Damn, boys, he's a tasty one, how does Wolfy taste I wonder...?" The digital voice of Roxy asked, as the squatting raccoon leaned over and slipped Bill's throbbing, veiny canine cock intentionally into his mouth, saliva dripping down onto the stage floor as the crowd began to toss cash up onto the stage.

Wiley's cock was being stroked quickly and softly in the talented, soft hand of the stripper raccoon, as Jerry stroked his own in his slacks in synchronized movements with his friends who were moaning and writhing in the pleasure the skilled boy was providing them.

"Who wants Roxy's signature, soft, hot fuck hole?" The raccoon lewdly asked, more toward the audience than the two friends of Jerry that were being pleasured, his hands stroking both of their pulsating cocks as he smiled to the crowd.

"I do, fuck..." Jerry said to himself, stroking his cock, shamefully under the table, his hand firmly wrapped around his knot, as he watched Bill raise his hand "Lemme get that ass!"

Without another word, the pink raccoon boy swung around on one foot and lifted his nearly violently pink tail in the air, his soft, exposed pucker just out of view of Jerry and the crowd, but Bill no doubt had a face full of it as he pushed his snout directly into it.

Softly moaning, the digital tones of his pleasure echoing over the music, Roxy leaned down and pushed Wiley's cock directly into his mouth, swirling his tongue as Bill licked and pushed his tongue into the warm and delicious hole of the pink slut on stage, Wiley bucked his hips forward into the raccoon's mouth as well, the music picked up and Roxy's mic was muted as the fun really started to take off.

Jerry at this point had gotten over the point of feeling guilty, it's not like Ryan is going to find out he pawed off to a random stripper, and there is no way he could join now, even if he wanted to, the show was well in progress and his friends had already occupied the boy.

Bill smirked and pulled back from the plush, pink raccoon boy's ass and adjusted his shades which he still firmly wore as he stood up, stroking his saliva coated cock as he slapped the underside of it against the tailhole he had eagerly licked into, the moaning, sucking head of the petite raccoon didn't stop for a moment as he bobbed his head slurping wetly along the eight inches of hyena cock, he just kept his tail raised in the air enthusiastically, silently giving Bill all the incentive he needed.

Jerry squeezed and caressed his knot firmly, his cock had now been fully outside of his pants albeit under a table, as he attempted to imagine himself in Bill's position, he caressed his smaller, but no less hard shaft in the simulated sensation that he imagined the tight, velvety feeling of Roxy's inviting hole.

Less simulated, Bill pressed the violently throbbing, pre leaking tip of his shaft firmly up and into the accepting cushiony insides of the raccoon slut.

Wiley was writhing and his tongue hung outside of his mouth while Roxy skillfully bobbed his head and pushed down, throating the hyena's shaft with little effort, his tonsils warmly wrapping around the base of his cock, gagging intentionally causing vibrations and spasms to further squeeze over it in the wet depths of his mouth.

"Oh my god, bro, He's sucking my fuckin' soul out." Wiley panted, soft cackles leaving his mouth as he writhed in pleasure.

Bill pushed his hips forward, plowing deeper into the skilled raccoon, his own cock was violently erect inside the velvet pink boy's depths, his eyes rolled back as the crowd was basically ignored, his thrusts were more primal, unwavering, and his body seized up as the slutty raccoon pushed and retracted his hips, essentially fucking himself on the Wolf's cock.

Wiley's tongue suddenly flew back into his mouth as he clenched his teeth and groaned out, loud enough that most of the club could hear his high pitched cackle of a moan "I'm g- gonna cum!"

With his eyes half closed behind his glasses, Roxy pulled back and grabbed ahold of the Hyena's balls, caressing them and letting his other hand grip his cock, stroking it quickly with his mouth agape.

Wiley was unable to hold back any further and threw his head back in pleasure, his cock twitched and pulsated as it spurted ropes of his hot cum all over the soft face of the raccoon beneath him, slurping what cum fell into his mouth and licking the tip as Wiley rode out his orgasm.

The view of his friend spraying the little slut down with seed, combined with the warmth and unparalleled skill of the raccoon's tight depths, caused Bill to increase his speed of thrusts, slamming his cock deeply and unrelentingly into the stretching, warm pucker of the eagerly moaning, cum soaked Raccoon until he growled out.

Less enthusiastically, and without a loud announcement, Bill gripped ahold of the pink boy's hips and let out a howl, his teeth baring, as he buried his cock deeply into Roxy and let his heavy balls empty into the stripper, panting out as rope after rope of cum sprayed into the accepting raccoon's insides.

Jerry, while not physically, spiritually bred the raccoon in his mind as well, spraying his own load over his hand and the underside of the table, panting and whimpering to himself as the post orgasmic clarity of what he had just climaxed to set in, and sadness followed behind it, he sighed as his friends weakly panted and caressed the body of the other raccoon that he had shamefully bursted to.

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"Dude, that was fucking, insane." Bill said as the three were walking toward the car.

"I'm...Drunking fuck..." Wiley replied, wobbling in both the fact his balls had been drained half an hour ago, and the seven shots of tequila that followed as soon as he pulled his pants up.

"I'm just...fucking pissed with myself, how could of I...shot to that..." Jerry sighed, his mood still low from before.

"Dude, it was just a show, I doubt your boy's gonna give a damn." Bill encouragingly punched Jerry's shoulder and smirked.

Jerry nodded, his friend had a point, it was just a show, like a porno, and Lord knows that he had enjoyed more than a few porns, that wasn't disloyal, why would this be?

"You're right, you're right..." Jerry replied, smiling, his mood coming back up.

"I usually am, now, let's get you home before Wiley yacks on my fucking back seat." Bill said, as he got in the car, the very drunk hyena and Jerry joined, as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Jerry watched the streetlights and houses pass as his friend drove, he smiled, this was quite the fun celebration after all.

"Babe!, I'm hoooome!" Jerry called out as he used his new key and entered his mate's, soon to be his apartment, looking around the room.

The TV was off, the console was as well, the controller was still planted on the charging dock in the same position it was before Jerry left, and Ryan was nowhere to be found, confused, he walked around the apartment.

He had only been in the living room and bathroom of Ryan's place before, most of their lovemaking took place either on the sofa or at Jerry's soon to be abandoned apartment, and figuring that his mate may of decided to take a nap, he pushed the bedroom door open, looking to the bed, and realizing he wasn't there either.

Sighing, and assuming that his loving raccoon had went to the store for snacks or something, he turned to leave the room, and stepped on something metallic, as he kneeled down and instinctively picked up what he had stepped on, the entire night replayed in his mind, the slurping noises, the eagerness, the bass, all of it came washing over his heart like a tsunami, he felt tears welling up in his eyes as he held the object in his hand, and fell to his knees in a defeated whine.

'Roxy' forgot to throw away a can of his spray on pink fur dye.