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"C'mon bro, it'll be fun!" Gawjo was attempting to convince his friend.

The heavyset alligator was blossoming into the dating scene, and not wanting to deal with the loneliness and stress of going at it alone, he decided to bring along his friend of a few years, Duke.

"No way, I'm sick of dating, man, I keep, well, having bad luck..." Duke replied.

The muscular blue shark was no stranger to dating himself, more specifically, dates going awry, he had little faith that anyone he would meet would happen to be caring or loving, let alone loyal.

"Dude, it's a fuckin' blind date, we go in, we look at them, we go home if it gets sketchy, easy!" Gawjo smiled as he spoke, bumping his friend's shoulder.

Duke sighed, and looked to the floor, feeling dread at the concept and shrugging his broad shoulders he conceded.

"Fine, fine, but I'm leaving the second I don't feel right..." He said.

Gawjo smirked and patted his friends back with heavy, excited slaps.

"That's my bro!" He cheered, enthusiastically.

Duke smiled a bit at the convincing motions, his dread mildly dissipating while he asked.

"So, where is this date gonna be anyway."

"Well, that's the thing, I didn't really set up the place yet." Gawjo answered honestly.

Confused, Duke raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Well, if it's a blind date, how are we gonna tell the dates where to meet us?"

Chuckling, Gawjo pulled his cell phone from his large shorts and smirks.

"Bro, you really gotta get online more...it's an anonymous dating app called Findr, we can message them."

Only then did Duke really have a question worth asking.

"Well, how are they, well, they, isn't it a one on one thing?" Duke asked.

Gawjo chuckled and smirked widely, as he spoke. "Bro, They didn't say too much, but, get this...they're twins."

For all it was worth, the easily flattered, lovesick shark smiled at the concept, if things worked out, and the twins and themselves got along and somehow did wind up being mated, they would possibly, technically be family.

"Woah, Twins? Ok, well, when are we going?" Duke asked, now legitimately excited at the prospect of meeting up with the anonymous siblings.

Gawjo sat his large body down on the sofa, kicking his feet up as he pulled the anonymous Findr messaging app up, and sent a message to the Twins' account.

"I'm about to find out." He said, smiling to his shark comrade across the room.

Duke took a seat next to his heavy alligator friend, looking over his blubbery arm at the screen of his phone, his thumbs tapping away at the screen as he messaged the anonymous username '2foxxy4u'.

'How bout Strypez?' They messaged Gawjo.

He replied 'the stallion bar, are we even allowed there?'

A few moments and the bouncing '...' of a message being written, then the reply 'Of course silly, it's only the strippers that are stallions.'

Smirking to his visibly nervous friend, Gawjo noticed Duke's warm red blush and sweaty expression.

"You okay bro?" He asked.

"Yeah, fine, just, stallions are such...competition..." Duke replied.

Gawjo was not out of the loop when it came to his friend's former mates, and more specifically the theft of them from various ne'er do wells who ruined his chances at romance.

"Bro, I got your back, nobody's gonna fuck with you." Gawjo enthusiastically stated, Duke smiled, believing him.

Gawjo was perhaps even more enthusiastic than his friend was, in the regard of finding a lover, it had been a few years since the gator had felt the embrace of another.

'well ok i guess but why a strip club' Gawjo typed out in reply.

'cuz me and my bro are vip members silly dont u like free booze?' replied the anonymous siblings.

Duke, reading over at the gator's phone, even agreed, piping up.

"Free booze? Nothing wrong with that..." He said.

Gawjo shrugged, the curiosity and intrigue as to why these anonymous twins were repeat customers of a bar that was actually notorious for its after hours experiences, but if they were looking for full time mates, they must be reforming or something.

'How does tuesday at 8pm sound??' Gawjo texted.

A few moments later, a reply. 'Sounds good cuties see u there~'

Gawjo placed his phone down into his pocket and looked to his friend, who returned the gaze and simply said what was on both of their minds.

"We need clothes." They said in nearly stereophonics.

The chubby alligator and his muscular shark friend stood up from the sofa, Gawjo grabbed the keys and the two of them were out the door shortly after, on their way downtown.

Arriving at a discount clothing shop, the gator put the car in park and looked over to Duke who was smiling widely.

"A smile? Damn, that's new for you." Gawjo noted, and matched his friend's smile.

"I guess I'm just really excited, maybe this will wind up in a genuine mate, or at the very very least, a one nighter." Duke replied, opening the car door and exiting.

"Optimism looks good on you bro, now, let's get some duds." Gawjo agreed and wriggled his way out of the car.

The two entered the store, and found themselves both in the Male Large section, albeit, for different size reasons.

"Watch it prick, you almost knocked my fuckin' water outta my hand..." Said a voice from behind Duke, but not exactly at him.

Turning around, the Shark was able to see who said it, and sighed, looking at the scrawny, wrinkled old Sphynx cat that spoke so firmly to Gawjo, who towered over him.

"Oh, sorry, dude, didn't even see you down there." Gawjo replied, turning around and looking down at the grumpy old man.

"Fuck you didn't, you goddamn lummoxing fat fucking prick." The old cat continued, Duke felt angered as he stepped forward.

"Fuck off Boomer, we ain't in the mood to deal with your nutsack looking face!" Duke growled, his sharp shark teeth exposed.

The old cat huffed and sipped the last of the water in the bottle he held before chucking it weakly at Duke's head, where it bounced off with a comical bonk sound.

"Fucking disrespectful pricks..." The Sphynx droned on as he wobbled away, and out the door, not even purchasing anything.

"Wow, need to get that head wound checked out?" Gawjo joked with his friend, smirking as he patted his shoulder.

Duke chuckled and smiled, bravery was often not his strong suit, but he easily could have taken that old rude feline, so for once, he was able to step in, the feeling was quite empowering.

"Oh for sure, bleeding all over." Duke replied, holding his head and swaying back and forth.

Laughing along with his friend, Gawjo spotted a large, blanketing suit that would fit his slick green form, and took it right off the hanger, walking toward the cashier.

Duke had to look for a bit longer, but he found a navy blue suit that accentuated his smooth blue color properly, and joined his friend at the cashier.

As the young, disinterested cashier scanned the tags, Gawjo stopped Duke from removing his wallet. "Bro, after you took a flying bottle for me, I got you."

Paying for both their suits, Duke sighed happily, he was so thankful to have such a good friend, his mates may not have been loyal, but Gawjo always was.

While Gawjo was driving Duke home, Duke turned on the radio and visions of what the night had in store for him and his pal played through his head, was it going to be a set of smooth bodied reptile boys?, perhaps a pair of fellow sharks or gators would even bind them together, who knew?, the mystery was exciting.

Gawjo also had excitement building for their outing in a few days, their outfits were basically matching, their dates were already set, little was left to chance.

The only negative thought the duo of friends even shared was that rude wrinkly cat from the clothing store, his furrowed brow and temper was a good goal of what they never wanted to become in old age.

Gawjo pulled up to the apartment building in which Duke lived and put the car in park.

"So, be ready on Tuesday yeah? I'll call you." Gawjo said to Duke as he was exiting the car.

"See ya then, bro." Duke said smiling, warmly and walking into the building, waving goodbye to his best friend.

The next two days were filled with the usual hustle and bustle for Duke, he had work on his family farm outside of town, he hated it as usual, but it put money in his pocket for Friday night.

The only part of the waiting that Duke found himself hating was when he had to provide his older brother Tex a ride to his favorite bar.

"A date? Oh boy, those go so well for you, peckerhead." Tex teased Duke, knowing he personally had ruined a few of them.

"Well I guess it's a good thing you won't be there." Duke sighed, as he pulled the car over in front of the biker bar.

"Eh, I already got me a fuckhole this weekend, so you've lucked out...see ya twerp." Tex said, throwing a twenty dollar bill at Duke.

"Woah, he actually paid..." Duke said to himself out of confusion, placing the bill in his pocket and driving off.

Before too long, the date was right around the corner, and Duke confidently strode into his bedroom, pulling out the suit that his best friend had so caringly purchased him, and did his best to formalize himself for the eyes of who the mysterious twin he may or may not get later.

Adjusting his tie and looking in the long mirror, he smiled and pointed his fingers at himself.

"Lookin' sharp, I guess?" He halfheartedly said and smirked, his phone vibrated in his back pocket, which he opened and read the screen of.

'omw meet me outside' Read the text from Gawjo.

Duke took a deep breath and exhaled so firmly it fogged the mirror before he clipped his cufflinks and made his way outside, and down to the front doors.

"Took ya long enough, get in, let's get us some." Gawjo jokingly teased as he sat in the driver's seat, adorned in the same classy garb, albeit filling his own suit out much more than Duke.

"Bro, you're ten minutes early." Duke replied, getting in, and smirking as Gawjo began driving toward the city limits.

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The brakes squeaked as Gawjo pulled into the parking lot outside of the club, turning the engine off and looking to his friend.

"Bro, we're looking sharp, and already got a date set up, relax." He said, looking at the obviously nervous Duke.

"Yeah, I know dude I just, really feel weird..." Duke replied, opening his car door and stepping out into the chilly night air.

"You're just nervous bro, it's fine, I'll carry us both." Gawjo joked replying.

Duke shrugged his shoulders and walked alongside his friend as the two headed for the front doors of Strypez, which were tall and made totally of glass, shining the lights from the inside.

"Let's get this started." Gawjo said first, smirking as he pushed the doors open, and the two friends walked inside.

Duke looked around at his alligator partner's side, the bright laser lights and continuous hard bass thumps were disorienting.

"Bro, over there, is that them?!" Gawjo asked both Duke and himself, in disbelief of what he was seeing.

Duke squinted through the lights to the table that the large alligator was pointing toward, and blinked in surprise also.

At the table were two scantily clad, white fox boys, their snowy fur and hardly dressed bubble butts and lipstick coated lips were so convincing, at first, the two may have confused them for women.

It was only after the blue lipstick wearing fox raised his bracelet covered arm and waved at the two, did they know they were for sure the dates.

Duke, nervously, and Gawjo, enthusiastically, walked toward the table and stood next to the seats.

The Fox on the left, his lips a contrast to his brother's coated in plum lipstick instead of blue, smirked when Duke and Gawjo arrived at their table.

"Wasn't expecting smooth guys, heh, guess I'll stick around anyway..." He said, motioning to the seats at their sides. "Take a seat, boys."

Gawjo was first to listen, quickly walking away from Duke and sitting next to the blue lipsticked Fox, Duke was a bit taken back by how quickly his friend dove into the seat.

Duke also took a seat next to the skeptical plum lipped fox, smiling shyly as he did.

"I'm Roxie, that's Shasta over there with the tackier earrings." the Plum lipped fox said jokingly, pointing to his brother.

"Yeah, I'm Shasta, the one with the dollar store choker is Roxie..." He quickly clapped back, sending a giggle from Gawjo's mouth.

To say the date was doomed from the start would probably have been an accurate assessment of the situation, but the desperate Duke and the very sexually deprived Gawjo had no intention of leaving until they were told to.

But Roxie and Shasta didn't tell them that, in fact, the twins seemed to be almost smiling and nodding their shiny jewelry adorned heads every time the two men spoke.

"So then, basically, Dr. Doom gave the world back, purely because he was bored, what a twat." Gawjo enthusiastically droned on.

Tapping his painted fingernails on the table, and yawning audibly at his date, Shasta was becoming more bored as each word was spoken.

"So tell us how big your cocks are?" Roxie piped up, suddenly.

Duke and Gawjo both went silent, pale and blushing, not sure really how to react to the odd, out of left field question.

"I guess we'll find out if you start talking about more interesting things?" Roxie continued, smirking at Duke, and intentionally placing his soft hand right on the Shark's leg.

Duke's eyes beamed as he felt the eager, willing hand of another fur for the first time in a few weeks, his cock slowly sprung to life in his suit pants, he bit his lip and nearly groaned in audible displeasure when Roxie removed his hand from his leg.

"So, say something fun this time...?" Roxie said, his brother Shasta giggling and intentionally resting his head on Gawjo's meaty shoulder.

"Uh, well, you're uh...uh...really hot..." Duke replied, bumbling.

Roxie grinned and placed his hand back on the Shark's thigh near immediately.

"See, that's what I love to hear, how about you, bro?" He said, looking up at Shasta.

Shasta nuzzled his head a bit lower, his cold snout on Gawjo's tie, when he replied "Mhhmmm, maybe these geeks will earn a kiss after all."

Gawjo was equal parts excited and offended as he and his friend were called Geeks, but found himself unable to complain when Shasta's soft hand caressed intentionally down his plump, smooth belly.

The four continued complimenting and rubbing on one another, but from above the bar, through a window, they were being watched.

"Motherfucking cocksucking asssholes...with our VIPs?!" Spoke the angry, curled lips of an old, wrinkly Sphynx cat.

"Boss, it's not a big deal, Roxy and Shasta fuck all the time, what's stopping them from enjoying a gator and shark?" Asked the muscular, towering Mastiff near him.

"Those little pricks made me look bad in public earlier...and now they're getting laid in MY club?!" He said, hissing and turning away from the window.

"Boss, they're just the best that the Foxies got tonight, it's not that big a deal." the Mastiff replied.

"Insubordinate, gonna fuckin fire you if the next word out your mouth isn't helpful." The Sphynx hissed back.

Coughing, nervously and moving on, the Mastiff replied. "Well, maybe, you could let someone better take the stage, we both know they'll bail as soon as some new talent takes off a loincloth..."

"Is that new fucker in tonight, if so, get him a set...NOW." the Sphynx yelled, and threw his coffee cup at the door. "You'll learn respect yet you dumb little fucks..." He said, looking at the window as the Mastiff walked out of the office.

"So you boys both haven't been mated in how long?" Shasta asked, his soft hand teasingly caressing along Gawjo's plump belly.

"A few years for me, like three months for Duke?" Gawjo replied, his breath heavier while the feminine fox was caressing the manicured fingers over his stomach.

"I see, and why is that Duke?" Roxie asked softly, his own hands were busy rubbing the muscular, beefy thighs of the shark.

"Oh uh, they cheated...all of them..." Duke blurted out, making both of the snowy white Foxes giggle.

"Gee, I can't imagine why..." Shasta teased, clearly preferring the alligator over Duke.

"Don't be like that, meanie, I'm sure my meaty shark boy is packing way more..." Roxie cooly replied

My? He said My? Duke took a deep breath, excitement firmly setting in, his worries drifting away.

He actually felt he would be walking out of this club with the bare minimum being a phone number, the best case being a mate...How wrong he was.

"Ladies and Gentlefurs." Boomed the voice of the Mastiff, now standing on the stage, microphone in hand.

Shasta and Roxie both whistled, in excitement, and before they realized what was happening, the feminine hands were removed from both Gawjo and Duke's frames, as they turned to the stage.

"W- what's wrong?" Duke whimpered, feeling mild sadness at Roxie's hands never even arriving at his crotch.

"Shhh, silly boys, there's a new dancer tonight, that's why we're here..." Shasta rattled off.

Roxie quickly shushed his brother and smiled, damage control for sure. "Well, for our date also, of course, heh..." He spoke.

Neither Gawjo nor Duke really believed that, but their respective desperation caused them to shrug and nod.

"We got a real treat for you tonight, a beast from the Middle East, a real stripe of Strypez, over three hundred pounds of pure, Arabic muscle..." The Mastiff read off a card, smirking to the tables.

It was only at that moment that Duke felt nervous again, his mind filled with paranoia, the relationships he and his best friend were creating were already in jeopardy, he could feel it.

"And as if that wasn't enough, this big guy doesn't mind a few hands on his...legs..." The Mastiff enunciated, seemingly turning directly toward their table, winking toward them.

Shasta and Roxie shot each other a glare, quickly, before turning their attention back to the stage.

"Put your paws together..." The Mastiff said, turning away and motioning his arm toward the curtained door at the far end of the stage.

"FOR ALHIMAAAARRRRRR!"

The stage shook under his massive hoovesteps, as the massive, chiselled adonis of a Zebra, Alhimar, strode confidently out onto the stage's floor, his bushy eyebrows and stonelike chin flexed in an immediately seductive glare.

His body, gargantuan and strong was cloaked in a long, green and white robe, his bulge was barely even hidden under the thin fabric, easily the size of a watermelon while flaccid and contained, his pearly white teeth grinning as he posed.

The music started up, and Roxie and Shasta watched intently, while Gawjo and Duke looked to the curtains instead of the massive Zebra that shook the stage.

Their eyes narrowed and filled with anger, as they locked eyes with the rude, little wrinkled Sphynx from earlier, his hairless head and cocky smile obvious as he lifted a middle finger, and walked away from the curtains.

Gawjo was the first to say something, as he stood up from his chair and threw his pointer up at the massive Zebra.

"Yo, your boss sent you out here on purpose didn't he?!"

Alhimar looked down at the chubby large Alligator who growled at him, he chuckled and took a knee, letting his robe fall off his massive body.

"Nem, He did, asshole, what will you do about it?" He spoke, intimidatingly.

Instinct was his worst enemy, as angrily, and without warning, Gawjo tossed his chair back and practically ran his chubby body up the stairs, toward the massive Zebra, who stood up at his arrival.

Alhimar was far from just a model, or eye candy, his body was just as scarred and rugged as it was scarred, a fact that Gawjo learned quickly, as he quickly was put onto the ground by a quick, swift, easy punch to the massive gator's gut, he fell onto the stage, the wind knocked firmly out of him.

"BRO!" Duke yelped, getting up from his chair, dashing up toward the stage as well, Alhimar simply giggled, and opened his arms.

"Do you not see security is not helping, you wish to receive ass kick as well?"

Duke looked as he arrived on the stage, his fists balled, his best friend laid out on the wooden floor, coughing, and as the massive Zebra said, the security seemed to care less, if anything, the patrons were cheering and excited to watch the massive, stud of a Zebra whoop their respective asses.

"I, Uh..."

"Too late..." Alhimar said, cockily, as he spun around, and threw a punch to Duke's chest as well, sending the Shark firmly onto his back, his breath also knocked from him as the cocky Zebra chuckled, and relished in the cheers.

The audience was clueless, they figured Duke and Gawjo were simply hecklers, not that the owner of the club had a personal vendetta against the two, and their respective dates, as such they continued cheering for the fight, more like beatdown that occurred.

Gawjo and Duke, while breathless and aching from the easy, yet powerful punches they received, both knew they had absolutely no chance of beating the stud Zebra, it seemed that Roxie and Shasta also had turned their attention to the stud, as they murred and stood at the far end of the stage.

Alhimar noticed the twins, and smiled widely, motioning his hands down toward the bowling ball sized bulge currently hidden in the leather jockstrap he was wearing.

"Did you two adorable boys find a new date?" He smiled as he spoke.

"I think we did..." Shasta was the first to reply, mere moments later, his twin simply giggled and shrugged. "As if I could turn that beast down..."

Strypez was infamous for Its lack of security and open sexual activity, a detail that made Duke skeptical to begin with, and as he crawled off the stage with Gawjo, and their formerly interested dates climbed up the stage, past them without a thought, he knew it was a proper fear.

"I told you...hhng...we shouldn't have come here..." Duke whined, as he weakly got to his feet.

Gawjo was silent, he seemed to already have mostly recovered from the kick, his eyes were locked elsewhere.

Duke couldn't bear to look at what his friend was watching unfold, as the familiar feeling of betrayal, albeit not as long term, yet just as strong, wormed through his stomach.

On the stage, now joined by their former dates, Alhimar was feeling the dainty, soft handpaws of both twin foxes rub over his meaty, massive cock, the leathery fabric of his jockstrap was being pulled as his shaft began to slowly harden under the brothers' eager, horny caresses.

"Bro...I dunno...he...is kinda hot after all." Gawjo said, his eyes wide as he watched the jockstrap stretch more, and more, under the warm paws of both foxes, before finally, a loud, elastic snap filled the air.

It was like a high millimeter cannon, at least fifteen inches long and five or six thick, and hardening more and more by the second.

The club went wild, the patrons cheering and whooping, throwing their arms in the air in excitement as the two dainty snow white femboy foxes were stroking their hands over each meaty inch of Alhimar's cock, hardly noticing the excited audience.

"R- Roxie...n- no..." Duke weakly pleaded, lifting an arm up and motioning pointlessly toward the twins.

The aching pains of defeat, betrayal, and the swift well placed punch kept the Shark on all fours, unable to shake the pain, he crawled slowly toward the only beacon of hope he had left, Gawjo.

Gawjo however, had his eyes fixated on the stage, his own heart was reeling by the instant dismissal from the femboys, but his vision was clear as to why, a fucked up reasoning of logic that he may have done the same in their position.

"Gawjo, uggh, let's get out of here..." Duke said, weakly, eyes full of tears.

As the shark crawled toward the alligator, Shasta was the first to bring the show to a new height, he leaned in eagerly licking over the massive leathery cock which protruded between the goliath of a Zebra.

"Not yet..." Gawjo said, finally get back up onto his feet, watching the lips of the dainty fox which moments before was primed to be his mate, licking and kissing warmly over Alhimar's cannonlike cock.

This outright disrespect, this obvious sabotage, should of angered the alligator, but while he watched the long, feminine tongue lapping over Alhimar's veiny throbbing length, he softly groaned, feeling his own reptilian cock hardening in his pants, he mildly felt the creeping jealousy growing inside his chest.

Not because of the Zebra stealing his prospective mate, but because he wasn't the one licking that big, beautiful equine shaft himself.

"W- What do you mean not yet?!" Duke yelped, his voice coming back as he pleaded, slowly getting to his feet.

"I mean not yet, shush..." Gawjo said, feeling a tad aggravated with his friend for continuing to interrupt the oddly satisfying show.

Alhimar let out a loud, intentional neigh, pointing out to the audience, ever the showman, as Roxie planted his delicate lips on the hanging testicles of the stripper Zebra, sniffing and licking them and warmly placing an arm around his twin brother, holding him in a far lewder than usual for brothers embrace, exposing their bond to the audience.

The Zebra must have really enjoyed that, as his tip flared and sent a warm splash of pre flying out onto Shasta's face, groaning as it squirted.

"I love friendly brothers." Alhimar groaned and bucked his hips forward, smiling.

Duke was disgusted, while he was doing his best to avoid staring at them, he was unable to ignore the loud, bellowing groans, squelches and suckles, and various other pleasured feminine and masculine groans coming from the stage.

But when he heard the Zebra speak again, he felt his heart skip a beat, and his eyes well with even more tears.

"Everyone, the troublemaker lizard wants to apologize!" Alhimar's thick accented voice spoke again.

Duke hardly believed his eyes were seeing reality when he saw the tubby body of his scaly comrade leaning over the bar, his hand intentionally outstretched toward the three on stage.

"Bro what the fuck are you doing?!" He pleaded, walking to his best friend's side, his eyes dripping tears.

"Stop being a fucking cockblock, Duke." Gawjo warned, turning to the Shark and pointing his finger.

Shocked, and confused, Duke took a defensive stance, even as he felt tears run down his face.

"Cockblock...dude...he...took them..." Duke muttered, balling his fists, anger building in his chest.

"If you want join, take care of that troublemaker and we forgive you." Alhimar offered, looking down at Gawjo, one of each of his massive hands on the soft white furred heads of the twins kissing and licking his cock, and each other.

In that moment, Gawjo realized that Duke was more of an obstacle than a friend, the pitiful cockblocking shark was often more of a problem than a solution, and now it was coming to a head.

"I...I don't know..." Gawjo said, in reply, his own fist balling, looking up at the Zebra.

Turning from his gargantuan cock, and smiling invitingly, the two femboys rubbed along each other's bodies, adding to the flair of the show, the crowd never stopping their cheering and excitement.

"Come on gator boy, he tastes amazing." Shasta said, nuzzling his head against his brother's chest, and in turn, Alhimar's cock.

"Worth way more than the shark, I can attest, way more here than there." Roxie added, demeaningly toward Duke, yet invitingly toward the gator.

"Show us how bad you want it, knock him out!" Alhimar announced, pointing directly, and unable to miss it, at Duke.

Duke felt mildly calmer for a moment, there is no way his best friend, his trusted confidant and most loyal comrade would betray him just for sexual pleasure.

He believed that right until he blinked, and turned his head, watching Gawjo's balled fist land a firm, sudden punch to his smooth face.

Falling onto his back, the world was fuzzy as the dizziness and confusion compounded around the punch, all he could hear was the cheering of the audience.

"I'm not as pretty as them, that fine...?" Gawjo asked, softly blushing as he climbed up onto the stage.

"You are cute in your own way, suck with the brothers." Alhimar invited, smirking.

The crowd roared in approval, cheering and throwing money at the stage as Shasta, Roxie, and Gawjo all opened their mouths, and pushed their tongues and lips along the eager throbbing length of the apex Zebra.

Duke was nearly unconscious, sobbing, and bleeding from his nose with confusion, and sadness, his best friend had just laid him out and was on stage, slurping his reptilian tongue lovingly along a Zebra's giant cock, along with his former, prospective mate, and his brother.

The only thing that hurt the Shark more was that nobody picked him up, nobody seemed to give a damn that he was on the floor, broken and hurt in more ways than physical.

"Ohh, everyone, I thinks they want it!" Alhimar yelped out, groaning and neighing in pleasure.

Gawjo firmly was licking and kissing under the massive, flared tip, while Shasta and Roxie were on either side of him, their dainty feminine hands were stroking along both each other and Gawjo's cocks, all three of the now submissive furs and scaly worshipped his cock in unison, as their hands laced around against one another's own shafts, not a single one of their erections went untouched.

Except for Duke, who lay pained, heartbroken and betrayed on the floor near the stage, only able to hear the pleasure and fun he was disincluded from.

"I'm going to blow, should I give it?!" Alhimar groaned through pleasure, the three licking and sucking over his length increasing their efforts, the moans and effeminate squeaks, and the masculine growls of pleasure leaving the gator's mouth coaxing Alhimar closer to the edge.

Cheers and enabling yells came aplenty from the crowd, and Alhimar grinned, planting his hooves down on the ground and thrusting his hips forward, slapping the tip against Gawjo's smooth forehead and between the slurping mouths of the two femboys, essentially fucking their faces.

"I'm going to BLOW, YESSSS!" Alhimar announced loudly, and the thick veins along his cock expanded warmly in the trio's mouths, the tip flaring widely.

While they had the chance, the three grinding, sucking, and loving men moved back, Shasta and Roxie on either side of Gawjo, as they all opened wide, and waited for their treat.

Duke didn't deserve the cum that landed on his pant leg, but when Alhimar came, it spurted like a hose, flying out and well soaking both slutty vixen boys and the eagerly swallowing, licking alligator alike, and spraying out onto the floor of the stage, onto a few patrons, and landing mostly all over the three servicing furs' bodies.

The groans of pleasure seemed to go on for hours to Duke, the whinnying and constant huffing of Alhimar served only as a reminder of the fun he was denied, again.

Slowly, getting to his feet, wiping the blood from his nose off on his suit's sleeve, he watched his loving best friend, prospective mate, and brother, sucking along the Zebra's cock, only for a moment, before someone tapped his shoulder.

Duke weakly turned around to see the wrinkly old Sphynx, and two bulky canine bouncers.

"Told ya you'd learn respect, you fuck...at least your friend can apologize...get this dumbass outta here." the Sphynx said, snapping his fingers.

Duke was too weak to resist, and the bouncers easily threw him out of the open doors of the club onto the cold street.

Once again, he was alone, even more than usual, his eyes welled with tears, his nose sore, his body aching, he reached for his phone and dialed for a cab as he had so many times before.

When he got into the cab, he looked to the staff exit of the club, and saw Alhimar, now completely dressed, walking out with Gawjo, Shasta, and Roxie, no doubt heading back to his place for the love and fun that Duke would never be able to join in.

Single, and now, friendless, Duke had never felt so alone.