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Prey Night at Howler's

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Howler's was one of the most popular gay night clubs in Timberside but, six nights a week it was open only to Predators. Despite the concerns most of his fellow cervids had about the place, Patrick was always something of an adrenaline nut and if there was a risk to take, he was usually the first to volunteer. In the scheme of things, attending 'Prey Night', the only night where herbivores were allowed into the "best place in town to hook up" wasn't that dangerous; Timberside was progressive and pred crimes were rarer than most cities its size. Besides, Patrick told them, wolves were fucking hot.

Generalizing the patrons of Howler's was a little specieist but, despite the common virtual signaling aimed at such comments, Howler's WAS owned by a Wolf and most of the staff were of the canine persuasion; Wolves, Dogs, Foxes, Coyotes... any and all of them appealed to him. Cougars were common too-- the feline, not the older women. As far as Patrick knew the only women who came to Howler's were there for the strip shows, and usually went home after "window shopping". If he were to be interested at all in females he would probably consider it a great place to pick up sexually frustated singles, but he was there for something else... and he found it.

Groaning, Patrick pushed his rump back against the bathroom stall, the hungry, lupine tongue belonging to the Wolf on the other end more than long enough to wriggle through the hole in the divider and snake deep into his back end. He didn't know the Wolf's name, or even what he looked like, but the Buck didn't care in the least; Patrick knew what a glory hole was for and he was not the least bit displeased about the mysterious hook-up. Nearly whimpering, the Buck murmured "Fuck, dude... you know how to use that tongue..."

Somehow barely slowing his tongue-lashing, the Wolf on the other side still managed to somehow rumble out the words; his smooth, tenor tone was heady and hungry. "Not every day I get a dollar special Deer buffet... all I can eat under a Buck."

The wordplay was bad, but Patrick was willing to let the statement slide; the Wolf's tongue was fucking magic, and it was all the Cervid could do to keep from blowing his load. Biting his bottom lip, the Buck focused on that thought, wondering just how far the Wolf would want to go. "Maybe you're ready for the main course?"

The skilled tongue vacated his ass and Patrick could hear the lascivious way it licked across the Wolf's muzzle. "Starving."

Stepping out of his already withdrawn cargo shorts, the Buck turned around to face the stall wall, seeing a panting lupine muzzle beyond the hole, a thin line of saliva stretching between it and the thin black lips beyond. A pair of light brown fingers were poking through, gripping the smoothed sheet metal eagerly. Grinning, Patrick decided that he wouldn't make his nameless partner waiting. His cock was at full attention, dribbling copious amounts of precum in happy approval of the work the Wolf had done 'around the corner', more than eager to get its turn to play. The moment his length passed through the glory hole, the waiting was an an end.

Patrick's hips hit the divider immediately as a moist, needy, velvety soft muzzle took him in as far as he could go. Fighting back a bleat of surprise and abject approval, the Buck gripped the top of the divider as he hips began to shake; he lasted only a half dozen thrusts-- true, his kind were often stereotyped to be 'quick responders' but the Wolf beyond made it incredibly easy to live up to that expectation. Gasping for air, the Buck's entire body went taut as his nameless partner worked him for all he was worth, draining him with expert skill that blew the young Deer's mind.

Even as Patrick's ears rang and his hooves tingled from the intensity of his orgasm, the Wolf in the adjacent stall did not relent, his tongue brushing along the underside of the Buck's sensitive shaft, making him gasp at the stimulation and, just as he was reaching his limit, realizing he'd have to pull away to avoid the agony of continued bliss, the muzzle opened, releasing him. The smooth, rumbling baritone from beyond the divider crooned. "Mmm... my compliments to the chef."

Panting with his head against the divider, Patrick found himself staring down at the cheap tile floor, noticing a large pool of precum. He felt the fur on the back of his neck stand up as he smelled the unmistakable scent of hyper-aroused Wolf, but not enough musk to signal that his companion had blown his load. Licking his own muzzle, Patrick immediately decided that he wanted to commit; the Wolf had already prepped him, and the Buck could definitely get off more than once. Voice barely a whisper, the Cervid slid his hoof along the floor between the divider. "Maybe you'd like to give me a tip?"

There was silence from the other side for several seconds and, over the course of that lack of response Patrick was wondering if he wordplay was a little too obtuse-- right up until he saw two lupine paws slide over into his stall, followed by knees and thighs and-- OH WOW. A mirthful voice from the other side announced "I'll give you more than just the tip if you want."

Despite his willingness to get it on with almost any interested male, Patrick's experience with canines was limited to Foxes and Coyotes; the Timberwolf who had half of his body slipped into his stall beneath the divider was definitely bigger than either of those but, then again, Patrick had dallied with a Clydesdale a few times, so he wasn't particularly intimidated... just pleasantly surprised. Muzzle watering, Patrick straddled the fit, furry body. "Oh, I definitely want."

His nameless partner had truly done a fine job of working opening-- so much so that the Wolf's member slid neatly into him. Controlling the entirety of the situation, Patrick lowered himself to a squatting position, stopping when he felt a soft 'kiss' against his tail hole from his partner's withdrawn sheath. At that point, he began really working, combining the movements from his legs with a soft rolling of his hips; it seemed to have the desired effect as he felt the Wolf squirm beneath him, yipping and gasping even murmuring "Oh ffffuck!"

With all of the control, Patrick was able to work his hips in such a way that the generously sized Wolf shaft touched all the right spots and it wasn't long before the Buck was hard again. Ultimately he was grunting and huffing in time with the Wolf. His partner seemed just as into it, but Patrick jumped in surprise when a crash from the next stall caused the Wolf to yelp, followed by an exclamation. "Brock?!? Get the fuck out!"

A deep baritone voice chuckled in response, speaking in a chiding tone. "Aww... caught you on your back for some little hoofer, did I? Please tell me that you're at least in HIM, will ya, Lenny?"

Patrick, realizing that the fun was likely over, went to stand up, but was surprised when the Wolf's paws gripped his thighs, and the Buck let out an inadvertent bleat when his partner thrust upward, making Patrick's head spin. The tenor voice of his partner shot back at the apparent intruder. "Fuck yes, and I'm not done yet...you mind?"

The Buck was about to speak up in order to ask if he had any say in things when the next thrust from the Wolf inside him hit him in just the right spot, and he found himself letting out an inadvertent bleat of surprise and bliss. There was more shuffling in the next stall and the newcomer spoke. "Is he cute? He sounds like a great lay."

Grunting, the wolf on his back, Lenny by name, apparently, continued thrusting. "Dunno what he looks like... he's a fuckin' PRO tho... I'll give him that. You a pro, buddy?"

The straight-forward question made Patrick suddenly realize that the Wolves were probably packmates... or at least familiar with one another that his partner was evidently good to continue. Feeling his ears redden, the Buck reached down under the stall and offered a thumbs up. The newcomer, Brock, apparently, let out a hearty laugh. "Yeah... I figured he was... lessee here..."

Patrick was surprised when an eye appeared in the glory hole; it was a thin line of pure amber encircling a huge, deep pool of black, and surrounded by fur nearly as black as the pupil. Patrick was almost surprised enough to try and cover himself but, so busy with riding his lupine partner, he shrugged-- may as well give the interloper a peep show if he were that interested. The Buck even managed to work up enough gumption to wink at the voyeur.

The black-furred Wolf seemed to like what he saw. "God damn... that is one fucking hot hat rack!"

The Buck was willing to overlook the racial slur 'hoofer' but 'hat rack' was pushing it. Regardless, he didn't have a chance to object as Lenny began picking up the pace, the Timberwolf's rock hard member starting to strike him in just the right way to let Patrick overlook the lack of tact or courtesy from the interloper. Closing his eyes, let let out a deep breath through his nose as he felt Lenny's movements begin to get desperate.

Patrick could feel the Wolf's knot begin to inflate and harden. Despite the appeal of feeling filled to the brim with Wolf meat, the Buck realized that he didn't particularly want to be stuck in a bathroom stall for an hour and so he adjusted himself accordingly to make sure that his partner wouldn't be able to complete the tie. His attention was pulled away, however, when a strong, musky scent slapped him in the muzzle. Opening his eyes, he saw a deep red canine cock bouncing just in front of his face; apparently, after a short investigation, Brock wasn't content with just observing.

Far too lost to the moment, and head swimming with pheromones, Patrick came to a singular conclusion: Fuck it. A moment later his muzzle was wrapped around a hearty slab of Lupine cock and he was eagerly working it line a nursing fawn. Brock let out some statement or other, but Patrick was far too gone to hear it, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching even as Lenny jack-knifed. The Buck remained careful with his placement, feeling the Wolf's knot bump up against his opening, but he gave away enough space to avoid being tied-- it didn't stop copious amounts of hot Wolf cum to begin painting his insides. That was more than enough to send him over the edge too.

Clamping his lips down around the Wolf flesh in his muzzle, Patrick lost track of everything, only barely registering the lusty growl from the other stall as the shaft began vigorously face fucking him. He regained his senses just in time to feel the cock pulsed violently between his lips and Patrick started swallowing the tidal wave of thick, pungent spunk that erupted into his mouth. Knowing just enough about canines to really make the moment worthwhile, the Buck pushed his face forward until his nose bumped the glory hole; the motion caused the Wolf on the other side to let loose, slamming likewise forward with all his might. Patrick nearly gagged from the lengthy flesh hitting the back of his throat but he was able to pull back... and the Wolf couldn't.

Even as Patrick continued to regain his senses, tensing his lower muscles as he stood up off of his still prone partner, the Buck had to stifle a giggle when Lenny objected. "Fuck, Brock... you got cum all over me."

The other Wolf didn't seemed concerned. "You coulda moved... the hole is here-- doesn't mean YOU gotta be. Now get me a paper towel or somethin'."

Lenny didn't seem so inclined. "Fuck you... my dad'll have a fit if I come home with a cum stained shirt again."

Even as Patrick began to get redressed, he couldn't avoid listening in on the 'drama' in the adjacent stall. Brock's tone suggested he wasn't moved. "Oh boo-hoo... college kid still lives with his dad and gets free rent-- that's all I'm hearin'... now get me a fuckin' towel, Lenny."

Taking the opportunity to make a quick escape, Patrick buttoned his pants and let himself out of his stall... just in time to meet the timber wolf. He stood right where he was as if the Wolf had a flashlight pointed at him-- it was a real racial shortcoming, and Patrick hated it. The Wolf was perhaps a year or two his junior... most likely just old enough to drink. Although the Buck had been able to tell the Wolf was fit based on his lower body, it became even more evident that he might have been in college track if his Timberview University tank top was any indication. He was also surprisingly handsome. The Deer managed a tentative "Uh... hi."

The Wolf's ears dropped immediately and his eyes went to the side of the room so as to avoid holding Patrick's gaze. "...hi."

The awkwardness lasted for several more seconds until Patrick's mind kicked into gear again. "May want to wash that... cum is a lot easier to get out when wet."

It was enough to snap Lenny back into focus and, ears even redder, the Wolf went straight to the sink. "Oh. Right."

Brock's voice echoed out from the stall. "You two should get a room already!"

Glancing toward the stall, Patrick saw that, indeed, the large, well-muscled black Wolf was knotted with the glory hole. Grinning, the Deer had an idea. Shooting a sidelong glance at Lenny, the Deer decided to give into his impulsive side. "That's not a bad idea... Lenny, right?"

The Timberwolf, who had been leaning over the sink to splash water on his shirt almost fell over when his name was spoken. "Huh? Wha?"

Smirking, the Buck rested a hand on the Wolf's shoulder, rubbing it. "My place isn't that far from here... and you didn't get a chance to knot. Wanna fix that?"

Lenny's expression changed multiple times over the course of a breath, until it slowly settled on defeated. "Brock's kinda my ride. I came here with him."

Patrick loved how things came together. "That's just fine-- I gave a friend a ride tonight. I'll just trade passengers and Brock can give him a ride."

The black wolf started to enter into the conversation but Patrick just opened the door and shouted out into the nightclub. "Hey! Axle! I found a wolf who can give you a ride!"

Most of Patrick's friends refused to go to Howler's, but one was always up for it. Ducking so his impressive antlers wouldn't hit the door frame, Axle, his friend circle's only bull Elk entered into the bathroom. Looking down at Patrick, his ice-blue eyed gaze then went to Lenny. Axle offered a simple thumb toward him. "This one?"

The Deer shook his head and grinned. "Nope... that one. I'm sure he'll give you a ride if you ask nice."

The double entendre was apparently caught by Lenny, who barely managed to hide a snicker. With no other objection, the Deer and Wolf headed out of the restroom, leaving the other males to their 'introductions'.