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Barnaby stood in front of the employee green room mirror with a look of apprehension on his face. It'd been a long time since the ferret wore something similar to this uniform and his body had changed a considerable amount in the past couple years. Ever since he turned twenty-five, it got more difficult to maintain his svelte build. Now at the ripe age of 30, there was a distinct chubbiness to his belly that hadn't been there before. His black, sleeveless vest no longer fit him - at least not to where he could fasten the center buttons together. The red sequined thong hugged tighter to his waist than he remembered and left little of his backside covered. He turned from side to side whilst glancing at himself in the mirror and sucked in his belly to the point where it was uncomfortable. With a loud exhale, his tum came to rest just over the waistband of his skimpy undergarment. "Well, I won't get lucky with tips if I quit now," he remarked to himself as he opened the door to the bar.

It was half-past seven already in the dingy local gay bar and while there were already a number of folks busying themselves with friendly conversation and subtle flirting, it was a far cry from what the establishment would become before closing. Nearly naked folks grinding it out on the dancefloor, sloppy alcohol-fueled kisses at the bar, and a couple of folks getting lucky in the alley outside were common place here. Barnaby had taken up a job waiting the bar years ago, but tonight was his first time back since lockdown. He could already feel studious eyes taking in his new body as he sauntered across the faux-hardwood floor. He walked with an exaggerated swagger in his hips and his tail swayed counter to his body for added balance. At the very least, the ferret could rest assured he remembered how to fetch attention after all these years.

"Garçon!" A rumbling baritone voice settled in the dark corner of the room beckoned to him. "Oh, garçon~"

Barnaby rolled his eyes before turning on his heel to face the patron. 'Typical...' he thought to himself as he spied a tan-furred horse lounging lazily in an otherwise empty booth. He matched his surroundings perfectly. He looked like a "BO-GO" deal from wherever the gaudy pleather booth was purchased. The sewing on the patches covering rips in the fabric looked prime to burst at any second, while the lumpy cushions told a million stories for all the folks who'd taken a seat there. Meanwhile, the horse looked like he could use some patches himself - at the very least for the gaping holes in his bleached jeans. He wore one of those tacky black tee-shirts with a tuxedo printed on the front. It was stretched and strained unnaturally over his wide shoulders and barrel chest. He had more of a beer keg than a beer belly poking out from the space between his shirt and jeans.

"Hey there, cupcake." He raised an empty highball glass and wiggled it back and forth at Barnaby's eye level. "Can I get a refill over here?"

Barnaby nearly ignored the tipsy equine as he scampered further towards the bar. "For another garbage tip? Not likely, sir." Near instantly the ferret felt a pang of guilt settle inside him. He had no idea what the horse's situation was or how generous he was with the staff... but sitting at the bar were men dressed like they owned the place - perfectly tailored suits, bleached white button-up shirts, sleek business ties expertly fashioned around their necks. They looked like the surer bet in terms of making a decent wage by the end of the night. Besides, it's not like the horse couldn't walk up to the bar like everyone else and order a refill there.

He arrived at the bar without so much as a nod from the seated customers. Most of them were too engrossed in their own conversations to notice him and the ones who did glared at him with disdain. As he dried glassware with a towel and placed them back on the rack, he overheard a greyhound comment to a neighboring ram. "Jesus! They just let anyone work here now. Remember when they actually had standards for the wait staff? I'm talkin' twinks with a flat chest and a pert ass you could just reach out and place on your lap."

The ram guffawed and slapped his friend on the shoulder in jest. "Oh, what? You mean you don't want some middle-aged fat-ass walking around half naked?"

The rest of the men joined in on the laughter and while they never made their target explicit, Barnaby knew exactly where their comments were aimed.

"Like - go on 'little' guy. You can pretend your clothing fits. As long as you don't knock someone's eye out when the thong inevitably splits." Chimed in a pine marten a few seats down.

Red in the face and feeling dizzy with humiliation, the ferret threw his towel down on the bar counter and stumbled away towards the small kitchen area with his tail flickering up, down, to, and fro. Before he could reach the swinging doors, someone gripped his wrist and held him in place. "Hey what the fuck was that about? Are those guys giving you trouble?"

Barnaby turned to face the tan-furred equine he denied just minutes ago. In the dim lighting granted by the small candle lit at the table, the ferret could still make out genuine concern on the horse's face. "Yes. Of course! Everything is fine." he muttered. His throat felt tight, and he could feel the dampness of tears rolling down his cheek. He promptly wiped them away with his forearm but stayed next to the horse.

"Trust me when I say those assholes won't be sticking around here long. I know the bouncer here, and I don't think they'd take kindly to patrons who body-shame their employees." The horse pointed to a beefy wolverine powerwalking from the door to the bar with a death-glare trained on the harassers.

Barnaby nodded his head while gulping down the knot in his throat. "Um... Sorry about earlier. I- I can get you that refill now. What were you having?"

The horse paused for a second before shaking his head with a sigh, as if to suggest 'Can you believe this guy?' He shot a full smile at the ferret before handing over his glass. "Paloma, please. Don't give me any of the canned soda though, use the grapefruit juice and club soda from the tap."

The ferret saluted the equine with a bright grin and hustled over to the bar just as the group of men were getting tossed out by the bouncer. Most of the men feigned sheepishness and remorse as they were escorted to the door, although the greyhound was far more belligerent. He shoulder checked the wolverine only to rub his upper arm in pain and yelled obscenities over the bouncer's shoulder. It's clear to Barnaby that the hound was edging towards blackout drunk considering how incomprehensible his ramblings got as seconds passed. What started with accusations of 'reverse-classism' devolved into barks and whines that only served to embarrass his entourage.

Barnaby finished fixing the drink in peace, and with those assholes out of the picture he had a renewed enthusiasm for his job. With his chin held high and a swagger that ran from the tip of his tail to the end of his pink button nose, he made his way back to the rear corner. "I can see you're feelin' better already," the horse said with a muffled burp. He took the drink out of Barnaby's paws and downed it in one gulp. "Damn, you did it right, and you did it well. Last guy who fixed me one of these didn't even bother to dig out the Ruby Red."

Barnaby closed his eyes and puffed up his chest. "Only the best for our clientele~"

The horse slipped a couple of fives in the mustelid's thong. "Keep the change."

After a few hours, the bar filled up considerably. A bachelorette party took up the front half of the room while the regulars hung to the back for the smoking patio and dance floor. The next time he returned to the booth though, the horse was nowhere to be found. The ferret turned and scanned over the crowd just in time to see a hulky equine body exiting the bar. He scampered after him, squeezing as best as he could through the crowd. He managed to make his way through with only a couple "Pardons" and a single surprised bridesmaid.

The night air was brisk on his mostly nude body, and he shivered as he rounded the bend to find the horse standing in the alley. Barnaby jogged casually while he called out to the stallion. "Hey! Where are you going? I didn't even get a chance to ask for your na-"

His question was answered a split-second later as the bronco whipped out his flaccid cock and sprayed the concrete below with a jet of urine. "Oh! Had to piss, and all the bathrooms were full. My guess is people are already fuckin' in them."

The ferret was about to turn away and shield his eyes to grant some privacy, but the horse was one step-ahead of him. "It's alright. I ain't shy. Not much different from a urinal anyways."

Barnaby clasped a hand around his elbow and fidgeted in place awkwardly as his eyes inevitably rested on the horse's manhood. Even while soft, it was thick at the base with veins running along its entire length. The skin was dark with red blotches mottled here and there. The whole length throbbed as it fired out piss from its flattened, broad head. Once his stream settled down to a trickle, he shook it up and down to free the last remnants from his slit. Once satisfied, he turned to the ferret with his hand on his fly, about to zip up, but instead held himself there.

"Well, now...someone's feeling excited tonight. You wanna take care of that here?"

It took the horse pointing it out for Barnaby to realize a tent sprang up in the cup of his thong - hard and large enough to pry the elastic waistband away from his waist. Looking down, the ferret can see the base of his shaft throbbing with excitement. "I mean... you wouldn't mind? I uh..." The waiter stammered as he tried to hide his arousal with his paws.

"I can give you some privacy. You look like you just need a few good strokes an-"

"Oh, I thought you were offering to -"

The pair looked at one another for a moment of awkward silence - ferret boner threatening to cleave his sequined bottom wear in two while the flaccid horse dong bobbed up and down. If it weren't for the erotic energy radiating off the two of them, they might appear like they were holding a dual in the alley.

A filthy grin widened on the horse's muzzle. "I mean... you don't wanna go back into the club like that." His equine cock twitched at the suggestion and gradually swelled to full mast. The ferret didn't hesitate a second more and pushed his thong down to the cement. He briskly closed the distance between them as the stallion kicked his jeans off to the side, giving his shaft room to grow. The two men pressed their bodies together, basking in each other's warmth while their lengths throbbed in unison with desire. The ferret's was dwarfed by the horse - the tip of Barnaby's shaft barely reached past the equine medial ring. That didn't stop either from slathering their lengths in each other's precum as they sparred.

The ferret huffed breathily "Do you have lube on you?"

The horse's chuckling made his chest rumble against the ferret's head. "Heh... I don't think I'll need it. I pre like a fucking faucet when I'm around a cutie like yourself. Put your hands against the wall and spread those legs, would ya?"

Barnaby gulped and did as he was told: spreading his arms along the outside of the bar, poking his rear out, spreading his legs, and arching his back to present himself to the kind stranger.

"Get that tail up too, I know you know how to do it. You look like the type who's got experience." Barnaby heard the horse kneel behind him and felt a snort of warm breath sweep across his taint and balls. "Heh... Look what we got here..." The horse muttered under his breath as he traced the marking on Barnaby's cheeks with a calloused hand. "That heart on your ass - it's almost like you were made for getting railed." He planted a tender kiss on the ferret's buttocks before moving in towards the puckering entrance between his cheeks.

The ferret squirmed as the horse got a mouthful of pink, dragging his tongue along the crack of the mustelid's rear and swirling playfully around the rim. Barnaby's tail trembled above the horse's head as the tongue pushed inward and stretched his hole around it. The tongue was warm and dexterous yet surprisingly strong, wrestling past the waiter's smooth muscles and delving deeper inside.

The horse suddenly pulled away and spat against the hole. The wad of saliva drooled around the gaped entrance and slithered down his taint. Barnaby barely had time to collect himself before those sturdy hands wrapped around his waist and hoisted his hole up to crotch level. The ferret's paws dangled helplessly towards the ground while he maintained some semblance of balance with his head resting against the window- Wait... the window?

Barnaby cursed under his breath after realizing too late that they hadn't gone deep enough into the alley. They were still standing beside the side window. He peered in to see a few patrons dressed down to their briefs while most busied themselves with conversation and playful flirting. A lemur lounging against the bar caught his eye. They nudged the pit bull standing next to them and pointed to the ferret getting plastered to the window by the massive bottomless horse. The two cheered and hollered, directing more eyes to set on the pair in the alley. If the horse knew what was happening, he didn't seem to mind the growing audience. Barnaby on the other hand could feel each pair examining his naked body with gleeful lust.

A submissive whimper escaped the ferret as he felt the broad, slick head of the horse cock press against his rear. The horse's breath beat against the small of Barnaby's back as he steadily placed more pressure on the tight pink hole. "There we go, little fella... That's right... Just relax."

Sure enough, the horse did leak like a faucet. The pre drooling from his tip slickened the ferret's ass and made him far more amenible to the stud's offering. The tip gradually pried the weasel open before popping inside with an audible groan from the horse's muzzle. Barnaby winced around the shaft, his pink ring now stretched taut around the cap and stuffed with throbbing cock.

He could feel the horse's muzzle grazing against his ear: "Fuck, you're a tight fit." The top adjusted his hands on the ferret's hips until they lock on to the love handles. His hips pushed forward before slowly pulling back, testing how deep he can anchor himself in the plush ferret with each re-entry. Barnaby's eyes rolled to the back of his head as the medial ring sunk past his rim. In the same motion, the head applied immense pressure against his prostate. A shuddering whine spilled from his lips as his tail bristled with excitement.

"O-ho! I think I found what makes you tic, Garçon." The horse craned his head forward to lick along the back of Barnaby's neck. "Trust that won't be the last time that button gets pressed."

By now the waiter had adjusted to the horse's large size - at least for the first seven inches or so. The horse readied himself before thrusting his cock forward with a firm swat of his crotch against the ferret's rear. Barnaby recoils at the impact, toes on his feet splaying and the muscles in his prick tensing up at the sensation.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" he cried out with overwhelming pleasure, to which the horse responded with a reeling of his hips back and slamming right back inside. The bronco's pace quickly picked up to where the heavy pair of balls are kissing the ferret's taint every second. The sound of their bodies meeting was percussive and loud, ringing down the alleyway and echoing back into the ferret's ears to create a highly syncopated beat to moan and sing his praises to.

The heat radiating off the massive pole made the cool night breeze inconsequential. It warmed him from within while pushing against his prostate to coax a squeeze and wiggle out of the ferret's ass. Pre cum not only dripped from his hard pink prick - it squirted against the cobblestone wall of the bar and pooled on the concrete sidewalk the harder the stud rammed into him.

The ferret returned his gaze inside the bar to see the majority of eyes set on him. A few of the patrons that were dressed down to their underwear were now tending to the bulges in their crotch while others took inspiration from the pair outside and made out against the opposite wall. Some of the bridesmaids stared in abject horror while the other half gawked in amazement. Meanwhile, the bartenders were at most annoyed that the ferret was fooling around while on the clock.

Barnaby could feel the shaft inside him tensing up for release as the mustang's thrusts bordered on animalistic and instinctual. If anything, the horse was rubbing against his little walnut more frequently as those hips roughly stuffed the mustelid full.

"You're ready for your tip?" the horse growled with an emphatic snort against the glass. Condensation drooled down the glass window and gathered around the ferret's pink nose. "How's this for a tip?" He packed his cock into the mustelid right down to the base and with a loud grunt he let loose a hot load of cum deep into the ferret's guts.

"That's right... Take it all, ya' prissy little tail raiser." Rope after rope of spunk painted Barnaby's insides a pearly white while the ferret's erect tail wiggled excitedly back and forth. With a long whine his own prick fired its virile load onto the side of the bar, causing another outburst of cheers from inside.

The horse lowered himself down to his knees and slowly pulled himself free of the ferret's gaped ass. Barnaby flumped over with his head on the ground and ass in the air. His tail waived in the air like a white flag of surrender over his used hole. The horse planted an affectionate kiss at the base of his waiter's tail before standing upright and taking the red-sequined thong with him. "Sorry if that got a bit intense there." He wiped his cock clean of spunk using the ferret's underwear before tossing them over with a wet smack against the exhausted servant's thigh.

"By the way, those fuckers from earlier didn't know what they were talking about. Just goes to show how inexperienced they were. You're a damn fine waiter..." He strolls around Barnaby to take a look at his handwork, glazed ferret hole stretched wide and drooling cum down his taint and back sack. "And you're fucking sexy too." The horse playfully smacked the ferret's upraised ass causing him to flinch with a submissive yip.

The horse pulled up his jeans and shoves his half hard shaft in his underwear and zips up the fly like nothing had happened. "See you inside,"

Barnaby turned his head to watch the horse casually stroll back towards the bar entrance and called out just before the door swung open. "Wait! I didn't even get your name."

The horse leaned his head back with a wry grin. "Name's Luke! Now get in here, they're playing my song!"

The ferret brushed himself off as he stood before sliding his cum-stained thong up his waist. He glanced back through the window relieved to see that he wouldn't be out of place. There were plenty of folks of all shapes and sizes dancing their hearts out naked, swapping spit, and enjoying the carnal pleasures of life as a community - not a single judgmental asshole among them.