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Logan pushed through the large double doors that marked the entrance to the nightclub, releasing a gust of warm, humid air that accompanied him onto the sidewalk. The scent of bodies swirled around him--a potent miasma of sweat and cologne and musk churning in the air before dissolving into the stillness of the night. The thundering beat of trance music weakened behind him as the doors pulled shut, the quieter thump of his heartbeat returning to his ears as the dull ringing gradually faded. Logan sighed. Nearly four hours of bumping and grinding on the dance floor had left him buzzing with a pleasantly restless energy, his slender canine body practically glowing as moist heat saturated the flesh beneath his fur.

Platform heels clacked against the pavement as the wolf set out for his condominium on the other side of the city. Logan usually ordered a ride home, but the unseasonably warm night and faint tingle of intoxication in his belly made him itch in a way that demanded he keep moving. Besides that, he felt like showing off. His ruffled pink skirt bounced with every step his long legs stamped onto the sidewalk. His makeup, applied with meticulous precision, accentuated the lines of his lean facial features with bright pastels that popped dramatically against his dark gray fur.

"Get a load of this hot biiitch," he sang under his breath. With a vaguely cocky smile, he smacked his magenta lips together, loudly kissing the air.

The first warm Saturday night of spring brought new energy to the city's nightlife. Droves of people filled every bar and club downtown, all of them eager to shake off the winter doldrums and grab life by the balls. The thought made Logan grin as he cut across a parking lot, his own pair stuffed snugly into the cradle of his silk panties. He'd considered going commando, but the idea had seemed too daring when the evening began. As more and more eyes lingered on his feminine fashion, though, he regretted the decision to wear anything under his tiered skirt. What a thrill that would've been--one decent gust of wind rushing past and he'd get to flash dozens of strangers.

Increasingly deviant thoughts sprang to life in the wolf's imagination as he turned the corner onto a street lined with bars. It was nearing last call and a small army of patrons spilled out of the exits to begin heading home. Logan glanced in through the window of a western-themed bar as he passed it, the neon beer signs dyeing his fur muted shades of blue and gold. He caught sight of his reflection in the glass, his pace slowing as he adjusted the hot pink bow in his hair.

The click-clack of his heels came to a gradual halt below him. Having become fully immersed in the vision of himself, Logan made bedroom eyes at his reflection, his heavy-lidded stare showcasing the teal eyeshadow he'd only just bought that afternoon. He bunched his shoulders forward, allowing the sweetheart neckline of his blouse to dip further down his flat chest. His nipples grew hard under the fabric as he imagined his attention aimed at one of the studs he'd danced with in the club. It seemed a tragic waste to him that none of those hunks had possessed the courage to do anything more than buy him a drink and grind against his ass for the duration of a song or two. Logan wanted desperately for just one of them to flip up his skirt and cop a feel; maybe reach inside his underwear and jam a finger up his ass. Let him know he was in the company of a strong, virile male who wasn't about to let a pretty little thing like him go home alone.

Logan blew himself a consolation kiss and resumed the walk back to his empty condo. He turned his head mid-stride, just in time to watch himself slam into the side of a donkey exiting the bar. He practically ricocheted off the other body, whereas the sturdy equine barely flinched from the collision.

"S-Sorry!" Logan spluttered.

"Huh?" The donkey stared at him through vision blurred by half a dozen beers, not immediately sure of what he was seeing. "Watch where yooor fuckin' goin'."

"Sorry," Logan repeated.

The donkey squinted, staring harder at him. As the seconds passed, his expression transformed from annoyance to confusion, then something resembling disgust. "What the fuck'er you s'posed to be?"

Logan's ears laid back flat across his head. He resisted the urge to say something that would spark a confrontation, not wishing to find out if the donkey had friends nearby. Just as he was about to double back, his eyes went wide as one such friend stepped into view and placed a large, scaly hand on the donkey's shoulder.

"Hey Kole, Tracy's waiting for ya up at the corner." The alligator applied pressure to his grip, silently discouraging the donkey from moving in any direction except the way he'd motioned.

"You fuckin' see this--" The donkey felt the pressure on his shoulder increase sharply and opted to hold his tongue. After aiming a final revolted look at Logan, the equine turned and slinked down the street.

"Sorry 'bout that," the gator said through a crooked grin. "Ass makes an ass of himself now n' then."

Logan took the opportunity to size the stranger up. He was older, maybe in his late thirties--reptiles were always tough to age. He stood a head taller than the wolf, his ridiculous cowboy hat granting him added height he scarcely needed. Logan could see a slight bulge of belly in the gator's flannel shirt protruding over his belt buckle, while his rolled-up sleeves revealed a pair of biceps the size of footballs. "It's alright," he said after a moment. "Should've paid attention where I was going."

A wide tongue slithered across the gator's snout as his mouth pinched up into a very pleased smile. "I'd imagine a pretty thing like yourself has to keep a lookout for unwanted company."

Logan's ears perked up upon hearing the magic word. "Oh, it's just the most annoying thing. All these men bothering me, wanting my number..."

"Heh. Can you blame 'em?"

"I can blame them for wasting my time." Logan clasped his hands behind his back and flashed his practiced bedroom eyes. "I'm not out hunting for dinner dates."

The gator pushed up the brim of his black Stetson. "Then what are you huntin' for?"

Logan took a long, pensive look at the gator. The large male's bloodshot eyes and the slight sway in his stance told Logan he'd had more than a couple drinks. He knew genuine interest when he saw it, though. "Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"I'm looking..." Logan leaned forward and lowered his voice. "For a big... fat... juicy cock to suck."

The gator beamed, more sharp teeth joining those already on display. His heavy western boots scraped the pavement as he thrust his hips forward, drawing attention to another bulge visible below his belt. "What if I told ya I've got a big, fat cock you can suck right here?"

"I'd say you're probably lying. Guys with big, fat cocks don't talk about them; they show them off."

The gator closed the distance between them quickly enough to startle Logan. The imposing male came in close, bringing with him the waft of cheap beer and equally cheap deodorant only faintly masking an alluring musk that filled the wolf's head. "You keep talking like that," the gator growled, "and you're gonna get yourself a mouthful of the fattest fuckin' dick you've ever felt between those pretty lips."

Logan's pulse quickened and heat rushed into his face. His mouth grew wet at the thought of swallowing down a meal of alligator cock. He glanced around them, through the crowds of bar flies and ravers and wannabe-cowboys spilling onto the sidewalks, and spotted the mouth of a dark alley not too far from their position. He led the way and the gator followed, neither of them needing to say anything further.

Inside the alley, a stack of wooden pallets and cardboard boxes provided a suitable privacy screen to shield them from the street. The gator rested his back against a brick wall, his hefty tail turned sideways to lie across the pavement. Logan crouched in front of him and wasted no time unbuckling the gator's belt and pulling down the zipper of his faded jeans. He tried to ignore his excitement with all the success of someone attempting to pick the lock on a stolen cash box. "Name's Logan, by the way."

"Brigg," was all the gator said in response. Then came a low, rumbling moan as Logan tugged pants and briefs down his legs to liberate the heavy length of his cock.

"Fuck," Logan whispered. Even only halfway erect, the gator's cock was a sight to behold. Glossy scales coated the tightly-packed ballsack and the root of his penis, the long shaft covered in exposed flesh tinted olive brown at the base shifting to a pale pink head already swollen fat and drooling pre. Logan guessed it was pre, at least. The fluid was thick and cloudy, its appearance much closer to cum. And the smell--if nothing else about this meaty prize had stoked the fire in the wolf's belly, the tangy scent of male arousal would've succeeded in making his own dick rock hard inside his panties.

"Think you can handle it?" the gator taunted.

"I've had bigger," Logan lied. He wasn't actually sure whether or not he'd ever touched a larger penis. If the gator wasn't the biggest, he at the very least occupied a spot in the top three.

Brigg rewarded the wolf's gawking with a show, giving himself a series of rigorous strokes until he'd pumped his cock to a full erection. He held the rigid shaft at the base and pointed the leaking tip at Logan's nose. "Suck it," he commanded.

Logan obeyed without hesitation, sliding his tongue out under the glands and guiding the head between his hungrily parted lips. Inside his mouth, the cockhead brought the briny flavor of sweat. He swallowed the blunt tip to the back of his tongue, then bobbed his head back and forth, setting a smooth, unhurried rhythm. He was rewarded for his efforts with a satisfied moan.

"Oooohhh fuck, that's good. Yeah... Take it deeper."

Logan exhaled slowly through his canine nose and tried to relax his throat. Another inch of the girthy prick plunged past his teeth, followed by another. His watering eyes shot open when he felt pressure against the back of his head. A strong hand grabbed a fistful of Logan's hair and drove his face forward until the wolf's nose made contact with the smooth scales covering the gator's abdomen. The large male's protruding belly obscured Logan's vision, leaving him in a dark, musty abyss with a pulsing hard cock shaft skewering his throat.

Sucking air in through the corners of his maw, Logan fought against his gag reflex for as long as he could manage until he began coughing uncontrollably. Brigg released the hold on the back of his head, letting Logan slide off his dick. The wolf fell back on his ass, panting heavily.

Brigg gave his spittle-coated shaft a few light strokes. "Damn. Ya took that like a champ."

"Don't act all surprised," Logan gasped, still trying to catch his breath.

"You like sucking this fat cock, slut?"

Logan wiped his mouth on his arm and nodded. "Yeah."

"Then suck it."

Brigg moaned pleasurably as Logan kneeled before him and once again took the plump dickhead between his lips. His hand took the place of the gator's, jerking the base of his cock while his face bobbed on the tip of the shaft. In turn, Brigg began thrusting forward into Logan's muzzle, their rhythm synchronized as the wolf progressively took more and more cockmeat into his throat with each push. Before long, Logan had both hands on the cold pavement as the gator's bloated balls collided repeatedly against his chin. Saliva dribbled out over his lips and down the fur covering his chest and throat.

Logan shut his eyes as he concentrated on the blowjob. Though his pride hinged on how completely he could empty the reptile's nuts, the task held no sense of urgency. His own pleasure came first, and the purest form of that pleasure existed in being used as another male's fucksleeve. He savored each wet collision of the scaly testicles against his face, each and every centimeter of the monstrous cock penetrating the tightness of his throat. The masculine scent of sweat smelled more alluring that any of the expensive perfumes in his dresser, and the brackish sweetness of the precum on the back of his tongue tasted better than any gourmet dessert.

"Yeah," Brigg grunted. "That's it, slut. You like swallowing that dick?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," Logan moaned around the veiny cock.

"Yeah you do. You love the way I fuck your mouth!"

The gator punctuated his statement with a quick series of hard bucks that punched his belly and crotch against Logan's face. The wolf saw stars behind his closed eyelids and whimpered through a wet, choking gargle, unable to conceal just how much he was enjoying himself. His own cock throbbed painfully hard inside his panties, a pearl of pre having soaked through the material. He might've been able to cum without so much as touching himself if only he had something up his ass. The thought of being spit-roasted made Logan tense and stain his underwear with another gooey bead of pre. His right hand slipped under his dress to rub the wet spot, then moved around back to dig under his panties and hunt for his clenching asshole under his tail. Sheer ecstasy flooded Logan's mind when his index finger found the mark, pushing up past his sphincter and burying itself deep inside his body.

Above him, Brigg grew impatient wanting to test just how hard he could push himself before blowing his load. He grabbed the sides of Logan's head with both hands, the tips of his reptilian claws touching skin beneath hair and fur, and slammed himself into the smaller male's head. Had his grip been any less powerful, the force of his thrusts would've bounced Logan off of him like a beach ball.

Logan eagerly accepted the battering, allowing most of his body to simply go limp. He had been reduced to a singular hole for the gator's cock to ravage as he pleased. His nose stung and his chin was raw from a scaly abdomen and the male's heavy scrotum slapping against him. "H'gggrrrrhhh," Logan moaned loudly, adding vibrations to increase the gator's pleasure.

"Yeah, suck that fuckin' cock!" Brigg felt himself nearing climax. Sweat bled down the back of his neck as he refused to slow the pace of his thrusts so close to the point of no return.

Logan felt the gator's dick grow more rigid as it stabbed down into his gullet and moaned again, wordlessly begging for the load. His jaw hung slack as his muzzle was roughly fucked, ropes of spit swinging down to soak the front of his sagging blouse.

The plateau of orgasm floated just beyond Brigg's reach, exhaustion making his body heavy and sluggish even through the burn of adrenaline making his limbs shake. He gripped the back of Logan's head with his left hand and grabbed his prick with the right, jerking the saliva-lubricated shaft fast and hard. His huge fist hit Logan's lips for the first few strokes until the wolf managed to push back against the gator's enormous arm enough that the plump cockhead hovered just outside of his gaping mouth.

"Aw yeah," Brigg panted. "I'm close. You ready for this load?"

"Give it to me," Logan pleaded, his eyes briefly meeting the gator's before returning to the hefty log of meat.

"Nngh, stick your fucking tongue out!"

Logan's long canine tongue lolled out of his mouth as far as it could. He had worked a second finger into his ass and was fucking himself vigorously, panting as he excitedly awaited the gator's jizz.

"Aww fuck," Brigg groaned. "Here's...!" The whole towering mass of his body shook before a blast of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, the entirety of it firing directly down Logan's throat. The second jet splattered over the wolf's tongue and around the edges of his mouth, painting a jagged line across the center of his face. Subsequent spurts sent cum shooting between his lips, over his nose, and onto his chest and hair.

Logan made his head a still target until the last watery dribbles of spooge fell from the gator's dick onto his skirt, then obediently swallowed everything down. The thick, salty load of alligator semen felt exquisite sliding down the raw tunnel of his throat. His lips and tongue then once again pulled in the giant cock for cleaning. He slowly inched his nose back under the gator's belly, holding himself there as he fondled the massive balls, imagining them depositing a few final drops directly into his stomach.

"Hot daaaamn," the gator rumbled. "You like that, ya cockslut?"

Logan pulled off the organ, still impressively thick even as it began to soften, and sucked in a quick breath. "H'ooh yeah, yes, I love this cock. I'll suck it anytime you want, day or night."

"Damn right you will." Brigg smirked with a satisfied, drunken pride as he watched the wolf worship his manhood, lightly caressing and kissing the gradually-shrinking shaft streaked with magenta lipstick. The gator could faintly hear quiet, needy whimpers in Logan's voice above the rustle of fabric as the wolf's right arm undulated beneath his skirt. "Hey. You fingering yourself?"

Logan hesitated a moment before answering. "Yeah."

"Didja cum?"

"Not yet, no."

"Show me." The gator grinned arrogantly and added, "Bitch."

An observable eagerness helped Logan hoist himself up onto shaky legs, pain shooting through them from kneeling on the concrete. Once upright, he lowered his underwear down past his knees and stood with his skirt lifted to expose his pulsing cock for inspection. The gator gave no comment before motioning him to take the panties all the way off. Logan swiftly followed that order as well, presenting the damp garment on open palms. He wondered if the gator would order him to strip. The thought of being naked in an alley sent a fresh bead of viscous fluid running down the underside of his twitching dick.

Brigg casually wadded the panties into a ball and fed them to the gaping maw of a nearby dumpster. "Lie down," he instructed. He tucked his softening dick back into his jeans as he watched Logan thrust his own hard-on into the air from a reclining position on the cold, filthy ground. His smile full of teeth, he crouched beside the wolf and wrapped his fingers around the swollen cock. "Did gettin' face-fucked get you all hot n' bothered, bitch?"

"Oh, god." Logan twisted over the cement, his legs spread with his skirt lifted and pinned against his stomach to let him watch the gator fondle him. "Sucking your big, fat cock made me so fucking horny. Please, I'm so close..."

The gator leisurely stroked Logan's shaft, the modest length already nice and slippery with precum. "Yeah, okay. Guess you deserve a lil' reward."

Logan squirmed against an aroused ache crawling through his body as the gator lazily stroked him. Seconds later, all ten of his manicured nails dug into the ground as something impaled his ass. A pair of Brigg's fingers speared the hole in a single thrust, burying themselves to the knuckle. The bulky digits curled upward once inside, raking against Logan's prostate. At the same time, the hand wrapped around the wolf's cock flew into overdrive, pounding the slick length in rapid strokes that filled the alleyway with a flutter of audible slapping noises.

"Fuck! Oh my fuuuuck," Logan whined. "Too f-fast!" The alligator loomed over him, something ferocious and predatory in his eyes. Fingers curled tighter against his G-spot, the gator's left arm literally lifting the lower half of Logan's body off the ground by his tailhole. The wolf felt as if he'd been skewered on a meat hook. His nails scraped faint pink lines across the concrete.

"Cum for me, bitch."

"Nnnnggghh!" The wolf cried out repeatedly through tightly clenched teeth. The pressure in his ass and the sensation of his cock being jerked at what felt like the speed of machine gun fire wiped all coherent thought from Logan's mind. He felt every ounce of power the gator's massive muscles could produce, the mere presence of the huge male possessing an air of authority that left no question regarding who was in control. Brigg held command over his body and would command his release.

A debauched euphoria washed over Logan as he surrendered the last of himself to the other male. His hips tried to buck the air on their own, working scaly fingers against his prostate as cum exploded out of his cock. Blast after blast of hot, runny jizm sprayed across his chest and face, his hard prick spasming until his nuts ran dry. Still the gator continued his aggressive handjob, forcibly fucking every last drop of juice out of the writhing wolf. The pleasure soon turned into pain, then became something beyond the confines of either pleasure or pain.

When the pleading canine whimpers became shrill howls, Brigg at last released his willing victim, removing his fingers from the abused anus with a wet pop. He wiped both hands on the wolf's skirt, then gave a satisfied grunt and stood back to admire his work. Logan lay sprawled out across the ground, exposed and all but naked from the waist down, painted in a glistening splatter of cum.

The gator tugged the brim of his Stetson down over his eyes. "That's hot," he said, then departed without another word, his tail slithering behind him as his boots stomped progressively quieter into the distance.

Logan remained motionless until long after he'd lost all sense of time. He stared up at a black strip of night sky visible between the buildings lining the alley, his mind remaining blissfully vacant. His awareness remained inside himself--the heavy pump of his heart, the weight of his limbs, the gratifying tingle in his cock as it drooped between his thighs without ever going completely soft. The sound of his breathing gradually reduced to a whisper, the ambient soundtrack of the city following suit some time later.

Eventually, Logan found the will to move. He emerged from the alley with an awkward wobble in his step, his legs no longer possessing the strength to easily balance atop his heels. The street sat silent and empty before him. A wall of dark windows told him the bars' patrons and employees had long since gone home. He turned toward one such window and went wide-eyed at the sight of his reflection. His clothes hung completely disheveled, wrinkled and stained with a mixture of the gator's semen and his own. More cum had dried into his fur in a chaotic pattern of splotches. His hair looked as though he'd just sprinted through a tornado, the utterly ruined coiffure crowned by a wilted bow that lay between his ears like a dead butterfly. Smudges of bright pink and teal were smeared across his lips and eyes, connected by black tears of mascara running down over his flushed cheeks.

Logan staggered a step backward, forced to grab hold of a street light for stability as he swooned. Never in his life had he felt more pretty.