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TESTING NEW HORIZONS

by Alas Negras

Am I really going to do this?

Standing in the middle of the street, the male donkey hesitated. His cream fur reflected brightly in the neon lights of the club. 'New Horizons', the sign said. Underneath, a poster showed a tiger lying in a suggestive pose, in an even more suggestive outfit. Occasionally someone would emerge from the shadows, looking for the entrance to the premises. He also saw a few others leave: they all shared dodging glances and a deep halo of embarrassment in both cases.

The donkey felt the redness in his own cheeks. He had partied many times and knew many nightclubs, but he had never checked such places. He wasn't sure what he would find and wasn't sure he wanted to imagine it either. He adjusted his pink polo shirt and jeans, uncomfortable. He knew he'd have to go in at some point but fought against it as much as possible. After all, he wasn't there of his own free will.

Not entirely.

It was the workmen's fault! The new flat just needed a couple of renovations to be of his liking, that's all. Trying to save money, he'd paid under the table a group that seemed trustworthy. What a mistake. Within a week, the insulation wall they had put up was crumbling, the paint was peeling, and the water inlet in the sink blew out because of wrong size joints. Result: the whole flat flooded, with a horror movie atmosphere.

"I will never pay under the table again."

Yes, he had complained, but none of the workers took it seriously. The foreman, a black bull that almost reached the ceiling, had asked him for more money to fix the wreckage. Of course, he didn't have any, nor did he have anyone to ask. With the water coming into the living room, he couldn't wait until tomorrow, and the guy wasn't going to move until he had it. And that's when the offer came.

"Hey, kid, listen: I've got a little club. One of my boys has dumped me, the little fucker. Do a few hours there, and we'll forget about the mess, okay?"

Three hours later, it was hard to imagine that the disaster had happened, and he had now an engagement on Saturday. That same night, he checked out the club on the internet; everything pointed out that he wouldn't exactly be serving drinks. The thought of refusing and not showing up crossed his mind, but there was still the new toilet to install, and he sweated just imagining the mess they could make if he didn't comply.

That memory broke his indecision. He moved forward, standing before the guard with a confident smile. The bear looked at him as if he were a steak and hadn't eaten for days. It didn't bode well, though he didn't let it affect him.

"I'm Dante. I come on behalf of Dmitri," he said, craning his neck to look him in the eye.

"Yah, he told me there'd be a little guy coming. Come with me, star."

Little what hangs between your legs, you prick, he thought. He followed the bear through several dimly lit corridors, noticing how the techno music was getting louder and louder. Through a doorway, he found himself in what must have been the anteroom to a stage. A zebra in a purple coat full of sequins and glitter ran towards him.

"I've been waiting for you, sugarcube! Ains, take off those tacky clothes and let Dina see you.

"Huh?"

"Come on, the act is about to start, so I need to see what I'm working with."

Perhaps because he was already dreading it or because the guy's voice made it all seem unreal, Dante obeyed in slow motion, starting to take off his polo shirt while the other two examined him. A growl from the bear behind him convinced him to go faster, leaving him in his underwear at last. I hope they don't ask me to take off the rest.

"Meh, Calvin Klein, how ordinary. Turn around. Less smile! Yeah, not bad, not bad, not bad. If only I had time to prepare you a little more..."

"So I bring him with the rest?" asked the bear.

"Yes, yes. Let's just hope it works out, what a mess, they didn't bother to tell me in time, I want to re-sing!

Dina pulled out a fan and left, making big fusses while muttering something Dante couldn't process. All sounds felt weak, her movements were clumsy. Every heartbeat bounced loudly in his ears. What am I doing? The smile on his face was so forced it felt like a grimace. It took him a while to realise that the bear had led him to the stage, grabbing him by the arm. There were two other males, though darkness makes hard to see them. Another growl from the bear brings him back to reality. He is now holding a rope in his hands.

"Put your hands together above your head."

"What?"

"You heard me. I don't think you're an idiot, so cooperate."

"Nobody told me anything about ropes!" Dante protested, though his voice was a little high-pitched and weak due to nervousness.

"I'm doing it now. Obey, or I assure you, you'll regret wasting my time."

Dante froze, knowing the threat was real. He'd seen it before: guys like the bear weren't the type to think about consequences. They acted first, and if that meant hitting, so much the better. Considering the bear's height and claws, things could get quite messy soon, so he obeyed while maintaining a conciliatory smile. It was pretty obvious he was an expert, only needing a few minutes to finish his task. The knot was tight, with no obvious point where to undo it. As a final touch, the bear reached up and tied the knot to a hook hanging from the ceiling, out of Dante's sight.

"Easy, rookie. Just let them see you. My friends and I won't let them go too far with you. Enjoy yourself. And don't yell too loud," he whispered in his ear before giving him a gentle spank as she walked backwards, "they like that."

Dante wanted to reply, but his mouth was dry. Unlike before, time was racing across him like quick impulses at the prospect of what was about to happen. His legs were shaking. He had to get out of there, all this had been a horrible idea, he couldn't do it, he'd apologise to the bull, he'd ask for a loan, he would pay them twice; he had to shout, he had to call them and say it was a mistake, he had to get out of there, they had to let him out of there!

The curtain burst open. The red light, though dim, forced Dante to squint. New music began to play, slower, caressing the skin like a soft purr. Every table in the room was packed. Every single person in the room was looking at the stage. No, not at the stage, at him. An uncountable number of testosterone-charged males were watching him. They could see his accelerated breathing, his tail trembling and his nervous smile. Their pupils followed his every movement, however slight or slow.

He observed them get up. He saw how they talked about him, how they pointed at him. He watched some of them approach the stage, licking their lips, admiring the view. He saw a few daring ones climb up, indulging their primal urges. At that distance, he could sense their desire; it was almost visible in the air, like an aura that expanded more and more, an almost savage drive that almost made them salivate. And he could feel, to his surprise, slight growth in his crotch.

A Dalmatian stepped ahead of the rest. It was very young, with small spots on his face, blue eyes, and a tail that bounced with excitement. His hand reached for Dante's leg and went up to his neck. Another unknown hand joined on his right thigh and slid down his back. The hot breath on his hip made him react.

"Wait, I'm not-!"

Dante tried to catch his breath, to explain the situation, but then a bite on his neck turned his words into a moan. He heard giggling. More people began to surround him.

"Sorry I couldn't help it. It's my first night here, and you're so cute. What's your name?"

It was the Dalmatian boy. He was still petting him, but her eyes were fixed on his, waiting for an answer.

"Dante."

"I'm Sam. Did you like it?"

Sam returned to his neck, this time with a slower, more calculated bite, followed by lighter ones, mere nips on Dante's skin producing new moans out of him. His fur bristled all over, noticing every sensation.

"Sam, you should stop, I'm not, this is not..."

He struggled to think as the boldness of the crowd grew. He felt massages on his back, caresses on his arms, licks rising and falling, leaving his fur damp and warm. They didn't spare even his tail their attention; it was stiff under the countless attentions and rubs, from the base to the brush. There was only one area that had not yet been touched.

"This is a mistake. Do you understand?"

Sam looked confused for a moment. Then he smiled and dug his muzzle into his ear.

"Yes, I understand. You're rather dominant, aren't you? You don't like to lose control. I know! It would help if I were naked as well, wouldn't it?

"What?! -That's not-!"

A nuzzle pressed right there, to which his member reacted with a bit of jump, getting bigger. He gritted his teeth, feeling himself blush harder than he had in his entire life, not daring to look at who was responsible. It didn't help that Sam was serious. Dante saw clothes fly, and when Sam approached again, there wasn't a single part of him that wasn't visible. His erection, covered in pre and very hard, rubbed eagerly against Dante's bulge. The canid's tongue slipped into his mouth and joined the other. It was thin, unruly, wrapping around Dante's passionately, trying to taste every part.

"It's better this way, isn't it?" he whispered, nuzzling her face and winking. "Tough not enough, I'm sure. You'd want more, yes. You'd like me to be in your place. Grab my collar, pull me against you. To take me home and put me on all fours, with my boyfriend watching. And then-

"To beg like the whore you are."

With a frown, Sam looked at who had said that. Dante already knew; he felt a shiver as he glanced to see the unmistakable bull's torso. Dmitri's hands dug into his shoulders, and his breath brushed the crown of his head. Dante tried to pull away, but Dimitri held him back as if he were just a baby calf.

"Sorry, I didn't ask for your opinion," Sam replied.

"I didn't ask your mother to blow me either, but hey, I'm not complaining. Rosita is a real artist, almost as good as your father."

"That's not, you're not..."

"Step back to your place, and maybe I'll fuck you like them. For now, I want to take care of this donkey."

Broken by Dimitri's words, Sam took a step back, almost as red as Dante. The bull pulled Dante in tighter, pressing his powerful muscles against his back. With a single tug, he tore the briefs off, exposing Dante's member for all to see. He closed his eyes, feeling as if he were dying of embarrassment, trying to stretch his tail to cover his modest, semi-flaccid manhood. The laughter and comments came at once, only making him harder.

"Just as I thought," Dimitri said slyly, tugging at his ears with one hand, "I knew as soon as I saw you that you were a whore, with that little boy's voice and that tiny little body.

"You're wrong!

"Oh, am I?

Dimitri's left hand pinched Dante's nipples roughly, sending signals of pleasure and pain in equal measure. His vast penis was poking, and Dante began to sweat in horror, feeling his buttocks exposed to the air, vulnerable.

"What were we, the only workers in town?" he laughed heartily. "Hell, you could have even gone to the police. But no, you came here because you were craving it. Because you're a little faggot who needs to surround himself with real macho men."

"Don't listen to him."

More confident this time, Sam approached again. Dante noticed his hands roaming his cock, eyes full of admiration as he leaned down until his muzzle touched the tip.

"He may have tricked you into coming," Sam said, caressing up and down in smooth motions, "but you're none of those. Your cock is perfect. I want to make you enjoy it. Dante, let me pleasure you."

"That's it, moan while they jerk you off, show them all you came here to be used."

Dimitri's wet fingers brushed Danet's ass, spread the buttocks apart and began to thrust, opening the tight passage. Dimitri's voice and Sam's started to mix, overwhelming his mind.

"Fool yourself thinking you're in control. I've fucked eight arses today, and yours will be the ninth."

"Your balls are magnificent, so big... I want to sniff them all night, feel their thrusts on my face."

"Your fat ass is the only thing worthwhile about you. I'm gonna make you beg me every night as you bite the pillow and beg to be taken by a real male."

"Please give me your milk, make me your pet."

"And then I'll tear your throat with my cock, bitch!"

The two of them fought fiercely for Dante's attention, never stopping to cover him with compliments and insults. The mixture was driving him mad, the bull's thick fingers thrusting, leaving him sensitive and open while the dog's loving tongue embraced him from the front, and his throat took him without complaint, offered. The others perked up at such competition, their hands thrusting everywhere, leaving no inch unexplored and unmarked with their tongues, tearing away all traces of dignity and privacy. Every nook and cranny was theirs, and they were going to claim it.

With tears of ecstasy in his eyes, Dante couldn't hold it longer. His body tensed, his cock grew harder than it had ever been in his life, and a moan of utter pleasure left his mouth as he covered the young Dalmatian in white, profuses ropes of cum. Exhausted, he leaned forward, as far as the mass of aroused souls would let him. Hands still claimed his body, and Dante knew the night had only just begun.

**********

"So...?"

"Dante removed his helmet. The white room appeared before him again, full of screens. A second later, the attendant offered him some paper tissues.

"This would be the package I would purchase?" he gasped.

"Yes, sir. As I told you, here in New Horizons we have the best experiences, we assure you. As you can see, our demos live up to our words. I'll get the paperwork done. We also have a six-session voucher for an unbeatable price, if you are interested."

Dante finished cleaning up and went to the counter. The guy's smile was full. That made him blush even more as he shook his hand and prepared to pay, already anxious to take a look at the whole programme. After all, a real IT guy always did a thorough test.