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The 'Pack' was an anthro club, but what's worse, it was popular. I had to wait twenty minutes just to get to the door. The entire time being stared at and being hit on. The tiger in front of me turned around and said to find him for a 'good time', before going inside. The bouncer was a jet-black bull who was even taller than Blitz, he stared me down not saying anything.

“Mark invited me". The bull's eyebrows shot up and he quickly looked at his clipboard as I stood there awkwardly. “Name." It was the first he spoke, and it threw me off. “MaRk." I sputtered out. He nodded and opened the door. “Second floor."

I walked in and the music was not only loud, but it was also terrible. It was some techno music that was meant to be in the background more than anything. I think this used to be a mechanic shop or something. The 'dance floor' was right in the middle with the band all the way in the back and what looked like a bar on both sides of the first floor. The stairs were a stone throw away from the entrance, with anthros loitering on them. I climbed the stairs, careful to avoid stepping on a white wolf that was sitting on the steps.

The second floor was marginally better than the first floor. It was basically a walkway in a 'U' shape. It was congested with people drinking and eating at small circular standing tables. I was walking past them when I saw a rabbit wearing a pink crop-top and matching booty shorts, delivering drinks to one table.

He turned towards me and started to walk. The hall was so narrow that we had to turn our bodies so we could get by. He took this chance to press his butt against me before he walked down the stairs, leaving me red in the face as I kept walking.

Right before I got to the bend, I heard a 'MARK' and turned towards it. I didn't notice it before, but there was a cubby room cut into the wall. It was hook shaped, with a black couch covering the entire bend and a little table in the middle. The only thing separating this room from the rest of the club was a bead curtain.

“Phil, this is who I was talking about." Mark was sitting on one side, with another wolf sitting on the other. They were both dressed pretty nice, Mark was wearing a black polo and jeans and the other wolf, who must be Phil, was wearing a white button up and dress pants. Besides the clothes, Mark was completely black while Phils chin and neck were white.

“Hi, I'm Mark" I leaned in to shake Phils 'Hand'. I thought maybe he would ignore it, but he shook it and unlike most anthros he didn't crush it. “I'm Phil." was all he said as he let go. I sat down on Mark's side but thought it was best if I gave us some space.

The three of us sat in silence, with Mark looking between us, before muttering 'Jesus Christ' under his breath. “Mark, this is my brother and owner of the club. Phil, this is my friend and an interior designer I was telling you about."

“Oh. Mark, how much has my brother told you about this place?" Phil looked at me with a blank expression as he asked. “Only that he's the manager and it's way better than that stupid Lost Sheep bar up the road'. Mark looked flustered as I impersonated his gruff voice while Phil kept his calm disposition. “He also said something about looking for an interior designer".

“Good. I own two clubs and have been interested in opening a third one. The problem is that the two clubs I own already are more…" He twirled his paw and looked out the doorway right as the scantily dressed deer waiter passed. “Risque?" I finished.

“Yes. The building for the new club is in the upper part of the city, as such the bar would need a completely different tone than what we are used to." Mark slid closer to me and placed an arm around me. “That's where you come in, you have experience with stuff. We'll just give you a budget and you can go wild with it."

He was smiling ear to ear as I thought it over. “I've only ever decorated homes; I've never done a club before."

“So, when we went to the restaurant you were able to point out everything from the paintings to the patterns on the bar. You'll be doing that, but this time people will actually care." I shot him a look, but he continued. “This will also be a good practice then, if you mess up you can just blame it on Phils inexperience not yours." Phils composure finally faltered at that comment, but he didn't say anything.

A mouse wearing the same clothes as the rabbit waiter came in and placed a tray of three glasses and a bottle of whisky before leaving.

“Finally!" Mark sat up and filled the three glasses, grabbing one for himself and handing me one as Phil grabbed the last. “What do you say Mark?"

I really didn't have a reason not to. “Ok, I'll do it." Phil didn't smile, but he did look pleased. Mark on the other hand, shouted and raised his glass up before chugging it. “Did you two have a few drinks before I got here?" Phils face fell and muttered “he did" before downing his own drink.

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I'm not usually a drinker, but the egging from Mark and the general atmosphere of the club pushed me. Phil and I talked more about what he wanted for the club. He wanted everything to be thought of from the furniture to the shape of the glasses, to even where the music was being played from.

Mark's presence was more out of necessity than anything, although he did leave a couple of times to attend something else in the club, he always came back. It was after he came back for a fifth time that he announced that we should call it quits.

“What! We're in the middle of discussing the flooring. Explain to Mark how nice mosaic flooring is." I put my drink down in anger and raised my voice at Phil. “I've already told you; mosaic tiling is not appropriate for this kind of club. A marble flooring would be better, only a child would think mOsAiC would be a good fit."

Phils hackles raised, and he stood up…and immediately sat back down, bumping the table and knocking the two bottles of whisky over. “You have no idEA how nice mosaic tiles feel on paws." Mark leaned down and offered his paw to his brother. “Alright Phil, you two will have to continue this some other time, it's time for you to get to bed."

Phil protested but took Mark's paw and was led out. Mark stuck his head back through the beaded curtain and told me to wait and that he'll be back.

After an eternity of waiting, Mark came back and sat down beside me. He wasn't the biggest anthro I ever met, but he was still big enough that I was forced to lean on him. He took advantage of my predicament and wrapped his arm around me like when we first started, but this time it was much stronger. “How was my little brother?" He asked as he poured himself a shot of whisky.

“He's the total opposite of you." He paused and turned to me. “What's that supposed to mean?" I gave him a peck on his snoot, which took him by surprise. “It's a good thing. I deal with stuffy jack asses for a living, being around you is much better."

“Uh, of course it is." He composed himself and finally drank. He sat his glass down and leaned back and we both basked in each other's presence. “Thanks for taking the job."

“I'm getting paid. I should be thanking you for introducing me to Phil." He didn't respond. I felt like I messed up, that he took it the wrong way and in my panic, I did the only thing I knew a dog would like. I slid my left hand under his shirt. Before he could react, I started to scratch his belly. “What are you: oh." Mark relaxed as he finally caught up to what I was doing.

I started at the base of his stomach. I brushed my hand in a circular motion until I found his middle, the middle of his abs. I then curbed my fingers and slid them up to his chest. I then went back down and continued this pattern for a minute until I pressed a little harder and went a little faster.

Mark was loving this; his tail was dragging against the couch, and he had his head all the way back with his tongue lolling out. Seeing him like this calmed me down and I leaned into him some more.

I lost track of how long we did this, but I was pulled out of my stupor when Mark grabbed the hand I was petting him with and pulled it down, down and down all the way to the hem of his pants. He guided my hand under his clothes and rested my hand on top of his sheath.

He wasn't hard yet, but I knew how to fix that. I grabbed his sheath, cupping it and felt the heat emanating from within. I ran my thumb over the opening, circling it over and over and over. Mark showed his gratitude by squeezing me tighter and pressing his nose into my head. I heard him taking deep breaths as I finally slid my thumb into his sheath. The texture of the inside was just as soft as the outside and I could feel his canine dick begin to rise.

Before he could get any harder, Mark leaned into my ear. “Let's go to my office." I dumbly nodded my head. He stood up, bringing me with him. I had to painfully remove my hand from his sheath as he led me out, one arm slung over my shoulder.

He led me the way I came, walking past all of the standing tables and down the steps. It must have been closer to morning than I thought, because the club was not nearly as congested as it was when I first came in.

“Hey." I looked up at Mark as we went down the stairs. “You should sniff your hand." I blushed as we got the bottom and turned towards the left side of the club. The bar on this side had a door on the end, with a nameplate that read 'Managers' on it. Seeing the destination emboldened me a little, so I decided to raise my hand and take a sniff.

The smell was so intoxicating that I let out a moan right there in the middle of the club. It reeked of dog with a hint of sweat. I pressed my hand as close as I could to get a better smell. I was so entranced that I barely noticed that we entered Mark's office.

He pushed me inside as he locked the door behind us. I let go of my face to take in the office. It was pretty simple, a wooden desk at the far wall, two chairs in front, an office chair behind it and a shelf with some alcohol to the left. The desk was clean with only a lamp on it.

A black polo shirt fell in front of me as I heard the sound of a zipper behind me. Mark pressed his wet nose against my cheek and took another breath. He let out a playful growl and whispered in my ear, “The safe word is Alpha." He pressed his paws against both sides of my hip so my rear was pressed against his crotch.

He grinded against me as he growled and sniffed. His paws moved up and caught my shirt, which he then lifted over my head and threw on the ground. He then pressed his foot against one of my shoes, getting the hint, I took it off and we copied the dance for the other. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest against my back. He was getting more and more forceful until he eventually knocked me knees out and we fell.

He was holding me, so it didn't hurt, but I was now pinned to the ground with a horny wolf on my back. Mark pressed my shoulders to the ground and started to lick my neck. His licks sent electricity through me, causing me to squirm and let out non-girly squeals.

He wasn't satisfied until the back of my neck was drenched in his drool. Once it was, he moved his way down my back, licking it the entire way. When he got halfway, he shifted his paws from my shoulders to my abdomen. Like my neck, he made sure my back was drenched.

When he was satisfied, he bit the back of my pants, and undid my pants. In one motion, he stood up and stripped me. My feet fell back down as Mark stared at my naked form. He was panting like he just ran a marathon; he grabbed my abdomen and carried me to his desk.

He unceremoniously plopped me down on the desk. Mark got down on his knees, grabbed my ass and spread them. He was panting directly on my hole, the heat quickly dispersed, and the moisture left a chill that vanished with the next blast of hot air.

Mark teased me like this for a minute, before his primal urges took over. He pressed his wet nose directly on my hole. The cold tip made me jump a bit, and before I could ask what he was doing I heard him sniffing my ass. That realization left me red in the face, as all I could do was stare forward as the wolf sniffed my ass.

He did quick little sniffs, but he soon pressed his nose as hard as he could against me and breathed in, which quickly changed from nose to tongue. I grabbed the edge of the desk as Mark's tongue penetrated me.

Like before, he made sure that the part he was licking was completely covered in slob. It was mostly him shoving his tongue in and out, but the thickness of his tongue left me feeling weak. After getting his fill, he brought his head up. Pulling his tongue out and dragging up my crack, over my back all the way to my neck.

Mark rested his body on mine, and I felt something hot and long, hot dog itself on my cheek. He then bit my shoulder. I let out a moan as he growled, it was low and so deep that it sent vibrations throughout my body.

He reached around the desk and opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He stood up and rubbed his dick on my rear as I heard 'pop' from above. He poured at least half the bottle on himself. It was cold and got all over my ass. He set it on the desk and started to knead my ass with both paws as he rubbed his dick up and down.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard, be sure to moan as loud as you want, no one will be able to hear you." He spread my ass as he pulled back and aligned his dick. He placed the tip of his cock on my anus, instead of penetrating, he started to roll his hips. His tip danced on my hole, teasing me but never really going in. The feeling of having my anus teased like that was unbearable, and he kept it up for so long that I cracked.

“Holy shit, Mark. Just fuck me already!" The strain in my voice was more noticeable than I would have liked, but it finally pulled Mark out of his trance. He finally pushed into me, his cock spearing my ass. He was going slow, making me feel every inch of his cock. Feeling his doggy dick crawl into me was electrifying.

He let go of my ass and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down on his desk as he leaned over me. He pressed his body on mine, but it wasn't crushing, rather it was more like he wanted me to feel his fur all over me. Having his soft fur over my back as his dick inched inside me created two very different feelings at once.

Mark groaned over me as I felt his knot press against my rear. We stayed like that for a moment, Mark leaning over me with the full length of his dick inside me. Without warning, Mark pulled out a little and slammed back down. I squealed from the shock, which Mark laughed at, before I could say anything he stood back up and placed both paws on my waist. “You're going to be screaming louder than that."

Mark started to fuck me in earnest, pulling out and slamming back in every time. Mark's dick was gliding in and out of me, so I got to feel every part of it over and over again. He leaned over me again, this time, he started to nibble at my ear. I really hope Mark is right about no one hearing us, because this caused me to moan.

He worked on my ear for a while, rubbing his teeth on the back of my ear lobe, or licking the back before gently biting on it, while he pounded my ass. He started to work his way down, sniffing and licking every part of my face, chin and neck he could as he did.

He got to my shoulder and pulled his dick halfway out. He slammed down as hard as he could as he bit me, not the gentle ones like usual, but an actual bite that drew blood. The scream died on my tongue, and we stayed like that. Mark started to roll his hips, rubbing his knot against me.

He pulled his teeth out of my shoulder, but his mouth stayed, he licked up as much blood as he could before pulling away. “I want to see your stupid face when I knot you." Mark pulled all the way out, leaving an empty feeling.

I tried to stand up, but when I did, pain sparked in my butt, and I had to stay laying down. I heard Mark chuckle before grabbing me and dragging me off his desk. He had my back resting in one arm while one held me by the thigh. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he then balanced me on one arm as he grabbed my thighs. We were now chest to chest, with only Mark holding me up.

He rubbed his tip against my rear, teasing a groan out of me. Mark took this chance to steal a kiss, pushing his tongue into me. He moved his dick into me much faster than last time, getting to the knot almost immediately.

Mark pulled away and I was left moaning into his neck as he bounced me up and down. He would pull about half out before letting me fall down onto it. My own dick was sandwiched between us, his soft fur was perfect to rub against, it didn't chafe my dick as it glided on his stomach.

After a while, Mark widened his stance and leaned back. Now, instead of moving me, he was thrusting. His dick was going much faster now and with so much force that his balls were slapping against my rear. It became too much to handle, I bit Marks neck and came.

I didn't bite nearly as hard as he did, not wanting to draw blood, but this sparked something in him. He stood up straight, pulling me away. He grabbed both of my cheeks and spread them apart the best he could. I heard him growl and instinctively looked at him. There was a hunger in his eyes as he growled as if warning me not to look away.

I felt his knot press up against me. He grabbed my ass and tugged down as he thrusted up. It hurt more than expected like someone was trying to shove a can up my ass. I shut my eyes in pain, which caused Mark to growl louder. “Open them." I did and saw Mark grounding his teeth together.

Mark pulled back and thrusted as hard as he could, shoving his knot into me. I REALLY hope his office was soundproof, because the pain caused me to scream. Mark held us like that for a second before he went back to thrusting me. My ass was numb and all I could feel was the knot lodged inside of me.

After another minute of thrusting, Mark finally calmed down. He sniffed at me before locking out mouths together for a second kiss. Mark walked around his desk as we kissed, only stopping once he sat down.

“Hope you're comfortable, cause you're not going anywhere for a while." I rubbed my face against his chest and smirked. “As long as I'm with a big, handsome wolf, I would be comfortable anywhere. I could sleep well knowing he's watching over me." He exhaled through his nose and started to pet my back.

“Good and I hope you meant that sleep part, because my knot doesn't go down for hours." He absentmindedly spun around in his chair. I placed my ear against his chest and listened as his racing heart slowed and I drifted to sleep.