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Hi! I'm Juno, and although I'm new to SoFurry, I've been writing for about 25 years now, and have recently moved into writing furry/anthro/alien focused content. This is my first upload - I'm kind of trying to gauge reactions to my writing style, I guess, before opening up to commissions/requests. Please note the tags: this does have explicit content.

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I wouldn't say I'm a regular at The Bestiary. But it's where I usually end up if I'm in the area and there's nothing else in my schedule. Maybe one or two of the staff know me enough to nod to when I go up to the bar, and maybe I recognise a few faces when I'm cruising the main floor. But I still have some degree of anonymity there.

It means no one's really looking for me in particular, and I don't have any kind of reputation there yet.

The Bestiary is where I go when I need to blow off steam. When my work gets too stressful, or I'm feeling a bit disconnected from life and need to feel someone else's skin against my own. It's dark, and the music makes conversation difficult, but no one really goes there to talk.

Sometimes I'm happy enough just to walk the main floor and see who catches my eye, but every now and then I get a particular itch that needs scratching. Like tonight. It's been a full-on week, working more hours than is healthy, and my brain's fried. I don't have it in me to be choosy, or to take charge. All I want tonight is for someone about twice my size to carry me outta there, hold me down and have their way until we're both spent.

I head for the corner by the speakers, where the bigger guys tend to hang around with bottles of beer, watching the floor. The guys that don't dance, but like to watch those who do. They get a good view there, and tend to watch a while until someone takes their fancy. Tonight, I want that someone to be me.

I don't dance. Which you might think would make it hard for me to catch their attention. But I tend to stand out most places I go. I don't have to stand there very long before a couple of them start looking in my direction; two of the canine-types, one with long teeth visible at the end of his snout, and one with a line of silver rings pierced through his left ear that catch the lights when he turns his face my way. I give them a smile, and a tilt of my head, and wait to see which one of them will be bold enough to make the first move.

It turns out to be Earrings who heads over, handing his beer bottle to his friends like he knows he's in already. He grins as he approaches me, and I reward him with a smile of my own.

"You here alone?" he asks, leaning down so I can feel his warm breath against my ear. I love how far down he has to reach to get to my level.

"Not for long, I hope."

He cocks his head, eyes wide for a second.

"You don't like to mess around, do you?" He gives me a grin, and I can see his sharp teeth under that long snout.

"Depends what kind of mess we're making."

He rents us a room upstairs - The Bestiary has plenty, to rent for the night or by the hour - and there are already a number of people in the hallway, either on their way out or heading for a room, just like us. He walks me there with a hand on my shoulder. His hand is easily twice the size of one of mine, and I lean into him as we walk, my head butting against his thick chest.

The rooms are pretty basic. I've been in a few, and they're all basically the same: a bed, two nightstands, a bathroom. A tinted window that's more for fresh air than for looking out of. That's about all you need, really.

"I'm Tyke," he tells me, when we get the room door closed behind us. He's already unfastening his shirt, opening it up to let me see that impressive chest. "You?"

"Juno," I say, leaning against the wall. It probably looks like I'm trying to tempt him into coming over and undressing me, but the truth is I'm just feeling lazy. Whatever we end up doing tonight, it's mostly going to get done to me, because I'm too tired to even undress myself at this point.

"So what are you into, Juno?" He gets the hint and comes back to me, his shirt hanging loose around his shoulders.

"Whatever you want to do is fine with me," I say, looking up as he gets into my space. "Just make sure I enjoy it."

"Anything?" He raises an eyebrow, and lets me see those sharp teeth once again. "I could be into all sorts of nasty stuff."

"As long as you make it feel good."

He plants both hands flat on the wall either side of my head, and I feel his tongue, hot and rough against my neck.

"Like this?" he asks, before licking around my ear. It snags against my scales, sending a rush of delightful shivers running through me. He seems to like my reaction and does it again, his long tongue reaching around my neck, along my jaw, and down to my collarbone. I tilt my head back to encourage him, and he moves a hand to my back, almost lifting me up so he can reach better.

"That's a start," I tell him, a laugh in my voice, before his tongue licks over my mouth. I let my own tongue flicker out to meet it, longer even than his and just as mobile, tasting the beer on his teeth. I get my hands up to his shoulders, and when he lifts me up properly with both hands, I hold on tight, getting my legs around his waist.

He licks at my face, my neck, pressing me against the wall so that I can feel his solid body pushed against mine; the well-built muscles of his shoulders, chest, and arms are just what I need tonight, and I give him a pleased sort of moan to encourage him more. He presses hard against me, letting me feel the growing hardness in his pants as he licks.

"Bed," I demand, with a shove to his shoulder. He doesn't disappoint, carrying me over and dropping me down so that I bounce on the mattress a couple of times before I get my bearings. He yanks his own shirt off, then makes short work of mine, throwing them both to the floor. He gets his tongue to my chest, running it over the flat expanse of my pectorals and the soft curve of my stomach, and I watch him with my head on the pillow, thinking about that long, clever tongue and what else it might do.

When he reaches the waistband of my pants, he fumbles a bit with the fastenings, and I can't hold back a laugh at his eagerness.

"You gonna help me here?" he asks, sitting back on his haunches. I wriggle my hips at him.

"What, you were expecting an easy lay?" I put my hands behind my head. "I said you can do what you want. I didn't say I was going to do anything."

The way he growls as he yanks open my pants is something I'll remember for a long time. I help him, just a little, by shifting my hips just enough for him to pull my pants off and throw them to join my shirt on the floor, then watch as he opens up his own zipper, letting me see that glorious canine cock already showing itself from inside its furred sheath. It's easily twice the length of my own and deliciously thick, a striking red against the dark grey of his fur.

I watch him appreciatively as he rubs it to full hardness. My own arousal is evident, both from the cock slipping out of its scaled sheath, and the slit below it, wet and ready to be filled.

He leans over, one hand on the mattress by my waist, and holds his erection against mine, one big paw wrapping around us both. I feel so wonderfully small underneath him, my scales bristling with anticipation.

"Where d'you want this?" he asks me, sliding his prick against mine.

"Anywhere it'll fit." I flicker my tongue out; he can take my mouth if he wants, as long as he doesn't completely neglect the rest of me.

He lets go of our cocks and feels further down, for that dripping slit between my legs.

"Never been with anyone quite like you before," he tells me with a crooked grin. I push my hips up, to invite him in. His finger slips inside, feeling around to see how far he can go; I'm already soaked just from feeling his tongue on me, and it slips in easily, and I can feel my own involuntary clenches around him. "Here?" he asks, and I nod.

He holds his cock against my slit, letting it slide over the wetness a few times, before he lines himself up. The first few inches slide in, and I can't hold back a groan at the stimulation of all those wonderful nerves down there. Once he's a little way in, he braces himself with both hands on the mattress, and begins a series of small, steady thrusts, pushing further into me each time.

It takes a little while until he's all the way inside, and once he's there, I squirm underneath him, just enjoying the feeling of being so incredibly full. It's been a while, but this is exactly what I needed.

"Feels good," I tell him, reaching up to put both hands on his back. He's so big, almost blocking out the light from the ceiling lamp, and he leans in and uses that tongue on my neck again, making me cry out as I feel his fur against my scales.

I push up with my hips, encouraging him to move, and move he does. Long, steady slides at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. My head tips back and I let out a long, low sound that rumbles from my chest.

"More," I urge, pushing up with my hips. All I'd wanted was to be thrown on the bed and fucked, but he seems to be taking longer than I'd like to get warmed up. He chuckles at my eagerness, but he obliges, making his thrusts shorter and faster.

"Like that?" He huffs a harsh breath each time he pushes into me, not quite panting yet.

"More," I tell him, with as much of a growl as I can manage, and he laughs, before speeding up again. "Like that, like that," I manage, listening to the slick sounds our bodies make as he fills me up. "Make me feel it. Wanna feel every inch of that cock in me."

He presses his weight against me, and along with the sweet feeling of fullness, I get to feel his fur brushing against my cock, almost stroking it with each thrust. The dual sensations have me helpless, letting him press me into the bed, and I love how heavy he is over me.

He fucks me hard, his fur rubbing my own cock until I cry out, shooting over my own stomach and shuddering beneath him as I make a mess of myself. His thrusts slow a little as I come, the mess sticking to his fur as he moves over me.

When I'm done, he sits back, his cock still hard inside me, and runs a finger over the sticky blue-green now staining his fur.

"You good?" he asks.

"Very good," I tell him. With my cock spent, I can focus on my cunt, still stuffed with thick canine dick. "Don't stop."

He lets me see his teeth again.

"Anything I want, you said."

He gets me flipped over on the bed, his cock never quite slipping out of me. He's big enough, strong enough, to pull me around like a ragdoll, and one he's got me where he wants me, he gets his paws on my hips and truly starts to fuck me.

"That what you wanted, huh?" he pants, pulling me back against him with each thrust. "You feeling it now?"

"Oh fuck, yeah, like that," I manage, limp on the bed as he jackhammers his thick cock into my slit, slick and wet enough that I can hear the sounds we make even over his harsh breaths and his growls. "You're so deep inside me, wanna feel you in me all night, fuck!"

"All night," he pants, "gonna fuck you all night, keep you stuffed full of my cock, filthy little thing." He pistons into me, his hips slapping against my ass so hard it's almost like he's spanking me, and I can't get enough. "Gonna fill you up with cum, then fuck it out of you and fill you up all over again."

"Yeah, fuck, want it so bad, want it in me." My voice is a needy whine, babbling nonsense as he hammers his cock into my wet cunt. I wasn't expecting dirty talk on top of everything else, but I love it when it happens. "Fuck me, fill me up!"

"Fuck, you're taking it so well. Not gonna last, you got my cock so deep in you, gonna shoot so far inside you'll taste it."

"Keep fucking me, want that fucking doggy cock in my cunt all night!"

He grabs my hips tight enough to bruise and pounds so hard into my slit it knocks the breath right out of me, and soon I'm coming, convulsing so hard his cock almost slips out of me as I wail and shout and shake. He fucks me through it, then when I'm done shaking, he pulls out and flips me over again. I whine at the sudden emptiness; my cunt clenches with nothing to fill it up. Then, as I watch, he gets a paw on his own cock and jerks himself frantically.

"Gonna cum," he hisses through clenched teeth, "gonna cum so hard, your cunt got me so close, gonna-"

When he comes, it's with such force that his back arches, and he sprays me with it, thick white ropes splashing over my stomach and chest to join the remnants of my own blue-green spend. He shudders as he pulls the last of it, his paw slowing as his orgasm subsides.

Finally done, he slumps down over me, not minding the sticky mess when it coats his fur. His snout rests against my shoulder, and I get my arms around him, feeling little shivers course through him as the last waves of pleasure run through us both.

"I wasn't expecting such filthy talk," I tell him, before I flick out my tongue to tickle at that line of silver rings in his ear. "That was impressive."

"Well, it's not like I'm new at this," he says with a tired laugh. Eventually, he pushes himself up just enough to look me in the eye. "You know, I wasn't kidding when I said 'all night'. If you want to."

I reach down and find the furred sheath of his cock, mindful of its sensitivity, and run a fingertip around it.

"I do have other places you can put this, you know."

His tongue finds my earlobe, and I laugh as I hold him tight.

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