Mixed Drinks
A/N: So if anyone remembers, I put this up as a preview in a journal some time ago. Then had a mini-mental breakdown, formatted my computer, and never continued. Recently though there have been some changes in life so I went back and recovered the starting point from my journal and finished it up. Not quite sure where my interests are taking me, but I am enjoying the ride. Hopefully you'll enjoy the story. 'Till the next, live well.
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Mixed Drinks
The door to the bar opened and the scent of beer and musk rolled over the newest arrival, as though it were a physical force, to make the individual stager. It was a decent place, as bars go, known more for its economical benefits rather than its ambiance. The room was dark but for some very muted indirect lighting, relying on the nearby beer logo mirrors to reflect said light to help illuminate the way for patrons. The hardwood flooring was clean and well worn. Evidence could be seen that someone had attempted to polish a portion of the surface, but quit when it could be seen that the results were marginal at best.
The bar was made of the same hardwood as the flooring, matching the nearby tables and chairs as well from what could be seen at casual glance. A number of figures sat hunched over the bar top on their stools. Overturned shot glasses and tall mugs of different colored ales could be seen littering the bar. Save for one Cosmo belonging to the only female at the bar, the drinks were all as non-descript as the quiet, brooding souls who were drinking them. This was not a bar where Furre's came to drink and be merry, to party and be part of the "in" crowd. It was a bar where people came to drink and forget themselves for a time. That quality alone was enough to make the newest customer stand out.
The little cat stood at the entrance for a moment, taking everything in and trying to decide what to do next. Green, slit, eyes glanced over at the other feline patrons, a lion and a leopard of some sort, before quickly turning away not wanting to appear to be challenging the much larger cats. Even so, the cat knew that that big predators were staring. Not wanting risk confrontation, the house cat moved toward the bar.
At this point it became evident what else set the cat apart in this bar. The pristine, white, button-down shirt stood out in stark contrast, seeming to absorb far more light than what should have been available, to the darkness of the room. A red tie ran down the middle of the shirt between a pocket on either side of the shirt, but it did not reach down to the waistline as it should have, even with being bit loose around the neck. The tie stopped right at the cat's midriff, seemingly acting as an arrow to point down at the too short, purple skirt the cat wore. In the haste to get to the bar the hemline of the skirt got kicked up in a small gust, revealing the tight, pink and white, horizontal stripped panties below.
Paws flew to the skirt to hold it down and the cat all but leapt to the nearest stool to sit and pin the traitorous fabric down. Those charcoal furred paws then rose slowly to the cat's face, pushing the raven black hair out of those pretty green eyes. There was a little swallow of fear as the cat looked around, seeing a number of other Furres watching curiously. For a moment the cat considered that walking in naked with a sign reading "Fuck me" around it's neck would have been less obvious. There was no time to think on that though as the Doberman behind the bar began to approach.
"What'd ya want?" The canine grumbled as he stood before the cat, wiping out a glass with a dishrag that looked worse for wear.
The cat opened its mouth, but then closed it again as those green eyes fell away in embarrassment. Just as the feline was about to give up on the idea all together the hair at the back of it's neck rose as if hit with an electric spark. Slowly the cat looked back up at the Doberman.
"Look cub, order or get the hell out." The bartender growled. "I ain't got the patience for this."
"I..." The cat finally spoke, and the illusion chipped just a little. The voice was soft, scared yet sensual. Effeminate, but still male. "I'd like a..." He swallowed again as nerves threatened to make him choke. "A Crème de Spooge please."
The bartender narrowed his dark brown eyes for a moment on the housecat, followed by a smirk as he watched the feline shift about uncomfortably. Turning slowly, the canine picked up a glass and placed it before the tiny male on the bar. "Two ways that can be served. I can mix it here..." He placed his paws on the bar, flexing his muscular arms as he leaned toward the cross dresser. "Or you can get it straight from the tap." He tilted his head slightly and began to sniff the cat. "Which do you want?"
"F-from the tap, please, sir." The cat cowered back slightly from the other male's advance, but other wise didn't move from the impromptu inspection. He watched as the Doberman nodded to someone in the back, then followed at the simple wave of a paw. His paws clutched nervously before him resting just over his skirt as he followed the canine to the bathroom.
He actually shielded his eyes as the door opened, the light brighter here for some reason. It was not the single use bathroom as he had expected, but divided into two with a standard toilet on the left with a stall and an exposed urinal on the right. Even knowing what was coming, the cat found himself being thankful for the fact that little room seemed fairly clean.
"What's your name?" The Doberman asked as he pushed the cat toward the urinal.
"S-sasha, sir." He felt his stomach jump a little as the larger male had touched him. His eyes looked nervously at the urinal, the stall toilet, and then at the door. He also noticed that there was no lock on the main door, anyone that needed to come in would see them immediately.
The Doberman grinned as he tracked Sasha's gaze. "Sasha, huh? Nah, far to pretty for what's going to happen here." The whites of his fangs seemed to gleam as the cat looked up at him. "Naw, for tonight, your name is Cumdump." He laughed as he watched Sasha's ears fall in shame, but his tail flicked faster. "What's your name?"
"Cum...Cumdump sir."
"Really?" The Doberman growled. "Is a cumdump supposed to stand equal to everyone else?"
"N-no sir." Sasha quickly dropped to his knees with small gasp, putting his paws over the bump in his purple skirt to try and hide his arousal. "I'm sorry sir." He glanced up again, expecting the canine to give him a set of orders.
"The hell you waiting for Cumdump?" The Doberman grinned as he watched Sasha's tail flick at the name. "These pants ain't going to unbuckle themselves, get to work."
Sasha nodded and scooted on his paws and knees closer to the big male, shivering as he did so. His paws trembled as he pulled at the heavy leather of the belt to nudge it loose, followed by the clasp at the top of the blue jeans, and finally the zipper began to descend. As the part opened the scent of Doberman hit him making his head reel, even so he leaned in closer. Resistance was the furthest thing from his mind now as he felt the canine's strong paws on his head pushing him closer, pressing his nose into the fur between sheath and sack.
"Breath it in Cumdump..." The bartender growled teasingly. "Get used to it." A second, lower, growl rumbled from the Doberman as he felt a soft, moist, warmth pressing again and again along the top edge of his balls. The little slut was already licking at his nuts without even being told. "Some days...I love my job..." He wound his paw through Sasha's, dark, shoulder length hair as the femme boy continued to wash his balls, his red and glistening cock emerging from its sheath urgently. "I like your enthusiasm Cumdump..."
Sasha grunted as the gentle paw playing with his hair suddenly gripped tight and jerked him away from his task. Lust cleared way to fear in his eyes again as he looked up, afraid he'd done something to anger the much more muscular male. The Doberman wasn't hurting him though, not enough to really matter anyway, simply holding him. Green eyes drifted lower again as Sasha watched the Doberman fist his cock slowly.
"I'd love to play longer Cumdump, but I still have to mind the bar." He placed the tip of his cock at Sasha's nose, smearing precum over it to make sure the cat would never forget the smell. "Open."
Sasha's mouth fell wide at the command and then felt the hard, hot, flesh of the dog's cock in his mouth. The tip slid across his rough tongue, making both of the partners moan from the contact of sensitive flesh on the rougher texture. The cat's eyes closed, as did his mouth, as the dog's cock continued to press further back into his throat. A joyful mewl sounded from Sasha as he felt that hard rod jump and precum coated his mouth. He tried to rock his head along the Doberman's shaft, but the big male still held him firm by the hair.
"Uh uh Cumdump." The bartender warned. "You just keep that mouth nice and tight around my dick." The canine checked his grip in Sasha's hair and then began to pull the smaller male closer. "And don't even think about touching my cock with those paws after you had them on this fucking floor." He pulled back on the cat's hair, bringing Sasha's mouth to the very tip of his cock but not pulling him off. "You work that tongue."
Sasha tried to nod, but the barkeeper was already pushing him back down and burying the cat's nose into crotch fur. His rough tongue swirled over the hot dog meat in his muzzle, coating it from it's spurting tip all the way down to the top edge of the knot with his saliva to lube the Doberman. The combination of pre and spit was to great a volume for Sasha's small mouth to hold and fluids began to dribble out and down the feline's chin. As the slick juices seeped slowly down his fur the tiny cat could feel his own panties becoming wet with more pre and his paws began to move towards his own throbbing erection.
"Put your paws behind your back." The Doberman ordered as he caught Sasha trying to go for his skirt. "Cumdumps are supposed to clean up messes, not make them." The canine jerked the cat's hair a bit to emphasize their respective positions. "Now look up here. Look at me."
Sasha complied with both orders without a thought in a moment's time. The instant that the cat's green eyes met the Doberman's chocolate brown the cat felt the canine dick in his muzzle give a particularly powerful jump. The house cat couldn't help but mewl in need as he became locked in the stare. For as much as the dog seemed to like the power he had over Sasha, Sasha loved the feeling of someone else having power over him.
"Here it comes Cumdump." The bar tending canine grunted as he thrust faster into Sasha's muzzle, enflamed knot crashing repeatedly into the feline's lips. "Don't look away..." The Doberman's breaths were short gasps now as he placed his free paw on Sasha's head and fucked the cat's face with only the barest hint of restraint. "Don't spill it..." He groaned as he hunched forward, pressing his cock to the very back of Sasha's throat. "Oh... fuck!"
To Sasha's credit, he did try very hard to maintain eye contact with the dog cumming down his throat, but the scent and taste of such a strong male after a good muzzle fucking was to much to withstand and his eyes rolled back in his head a little. The need to breath brought the little cat back from the edge of oblivion as he realized his already stuffed maw was now also being filled with cum. As he remembered to breath through his nose his attention focused back on the twitching mass against his tongue. Three, four, five...Every pulse of the cock in his gullet painted his mouth with another blast of potent canine seed, and brought a happy mew of pleasure as well.
At last the Doberman felt his climax beginning to subside and slowly pulled back to remove his spent cock from Sasha's caressing tongue. "Tilt your head back." He ordered. "Let me see it."
Sasha did as he was told and showed off the load he'd caught in his mouth, the little breaths out he couldn't control caused the thick, white, fluid to bubble slightly. He shivered as the dog stepped to the side, and began to wipe his cock clean of any remaining cum into the feline's cheek fur. Sasha felt his cock jumping in time with his heartbeat, demanding attention, but his paws remained behind his back still.
"One crème de Spooge, straight from the tap as ordered." The canine smiled as he watched Sasha squirm below him, focusing on the slightly thrusting movements of the cat's hips as he humped at his panties. "Bet you want to cum, don't you Cumdump?" He finished cleaning his dick and carefully pulled his pants back on while he waited for it to retreat to the safety of his sheath. "To bad..."
Sasha watched in something just short of horror as the bar tender turned and walked away. He was going to be left alone kneeling in a bathroom with a mouth full of cum and desperate for a climax of his own. Then he heard something that made his whole body shiver.
"Cumdump here's opened up a tab boys." The Doberman opened the door and took a single step outside. "Drinks are on him."
The house cat stiffened, in multiple sense of the word, as he watched the two felines he'd spotted earlier entering into the tiny bathroom. He opened his mouth to try and say something, but the Doberman's cum remained thick and heavy on his tongue yet and he could not speak. He watched as both the lion and the panther gently rubbed at their groins through their pants, already showing prominent bulges.
"Oh Cumdump, don't touch cute little panty covered cock of yours." The Doberman warned with a grin. "If you do, you'll find out what it means to be a very frustrated pussy. Trust me on that."
Sasha's eyes widened, silently begging, as the canine left with his order hanging in the air. The little house cat's dick was already staining his pink and white panties with precum, ready to blow his load into the tight cotton garment, and now he was forbidden to touch himself. He had been told that cumdumps clean messes, not make them. He groaned in despair as he wondered if that meant he was forbidden climax as well.
"Look at this little slut." The lion grinned as he pulled down the zipper of his jeans. "Kneeling with his legs spread...No, kneeling with her legs spread. Close your mouth, but don't swallow anything." His smile grew as he watched Sasha's ears flatten at being referred to as 'Her'. "Stand up, paws on the wall, tail up." He rubbed at his sheath excitedly as the smaller feline complied. "That's right, show me that boy-pussy." The large cat stepped up behind the smaller feline, paws roaming and squeezing the tight ass before him. "Don't spill now..."
Sasha looked back over his shoulder to try and give his new partner a questioning look as to what he meant, but his head snapped up quickly as the lion pulled the pink panties roughly aside pushed a couple of his fingers into Sasha's ass without warning. The femme boy whimpered in a mixture of pain, from lack of a proper lubing, and pleasure from the sudden pressure against his prostate.
"Easy big guy..." Chided the panther as he came up behind the lion, black furred paws finishing undoing the lion's pants to free the big cat's cock. "He looks like he's, she's, nice and tight. The panther bit at the lion's mane lightly as he stroked the largest of the three males cocks to full hardness and then placed the tip at Sasha's pucker. "Pull her hair back." He whispered to the lion.
Sasha groaned through his still full muzzle as the lion's paw pulled his hair and forced him to arch his back. He could feel the tip of the barbed cock teasing just between his cheeks, part of him fearing what would happen when that monster was shoved was shoved into him. He would be a liar if he said he didn't want it though, and more every second that passed as he felt the panther's paw brush his ass while stroking his lover. Spurts of pre hit his sensitive sphincter and set his desires aflame.
"Looks like she likes it." The panther grinned as he continued to stroke the lion, further wetting Sasha's tailhole with precum and watching the slick fluid run down the cross dresser's balls. "Well, Big D did say the drinks were on Cumdump here. Guess we'll start her off with a Wet Crotch."
"Enough of the little girly-boy drinks." The lion growled. "I'm sending him a Fuck Me Like A Beast." He pulled harder on Sasha's hair, dragging the femme-boy back, and shoved his cock into the small feline's ass.
Sasha's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the lion's flesh penetrate him. While the big cat's pre had provided some lube for entry it had done nothing for the deeper areas and a pained grunt escaped him, causing the Doberman cum in his mouth to bubble up over his lips coating his cheeks and chin fur. Sasha's eyes darted back as he heard laughter coming from behind him.
"Aw, the little kitty spilled his other drink." The panther purred, almost sounding like a bit of a giggle, as one of his paws began to fondle the lion's sack. "Such a waste, especially after Big D went through the effort to make it for her."
The lion let out a moan. "Gods, every time we talk about her she tightens up." His grip tightened on Sasha's hip and in his hair. "Such a little whore, but she still gets embarrassed." He smiled again as the mention of 'she' made the housecat's anus clamp down around his dick. "Hey, go give her a drink to replace the one she lost."
Sasha watched as the panther came around to the front of the group until the medium sized feline's paw cupped Sasha's messy chin. He tried to ask what the panther wanted, but the lion took that moment to increase his pace leaving Sasha panting as he stared into the yellow eyes before him. The pain in his ass had decreased thanks to the lion's continuous stream of precum allowing the faster battering of his sensitive prostate with that barbed cock. He couldn't help moan when the panther leaned in to kiss him hungrily.
"You really are a wonton little fuck aren't you Cumdump." The panther husked as he pulled away from the kiss for a moment, his free paw lifted Sasha's shirt and proceeded to tickle and pinch the little cat's nipples. "And so sensitive too..." The panther remarked as Sasha began to shake and squirm, subsequently grinding harder on to the lion behind him. "So, you want another drink Cumdump?" A feral smile curled his lips as the submissive kitty nodded his head. "I don't know what that means Cumdump. You have to ask properly."
Sasha could feel his ears flatten back in embarrassment, but part of him pushed that away. "Please..." He pleaded, his voice strained as he continued to pant in time with the lion's jerking of his hips. "Please give Cumdump another drink."
The panther nodded, at which the lion pulled Sasha back away from the wall. After dropping his own jeans down to his knees the panther curled his paw into Sasha's hair, replacing the lion's, and dragged Sasha's head down toward his groin. "Oh no Cumdump..." The panther laughed as he saw Sasha dutifully open his mouth in anticipation of what he thought was coming. "That's not the drink you're getting. You're getting an After Sex."
The cross dressed cat barely noticed the second paw on his hips as the lion gripped him, his attention fully on the panther that was turning around before him. Before he had time to think the panther had pushed his face into the cleft of his ass, Sasha's nose against the pink pucker of his tailhole. There was a brief bout of resistance from Sasha but a sharp tug at his hair from the panther quelled it just as quickly. Cautiously, Sasha extended his tongue and pressed it to the tight ring of muscle.
The lion grunted again as he felt Sasha body shake. "That's right Cumdump. Lick it all up out of my mate." He raised one paw and brought it swiftly down again, slapping the charcoal furred feline's ass. "Then you can clean another load of it out of your own ass."
Sasha moaned at the slap, but more so out of the unexpected find in his current situation. He'd feared the scent and taste of a rather unclean encounter, but none had been found as he tinged the larger cat's anal ring. Instead he's found a different prize, the strong taste and texture of cum. Apparently the panther had a bit of a subby streak in him as well from the volume of lion cum leaking into Sasha's mouth.
"His tongue feels so good..." The panther moaned as he griped the urinal head for extra balance. "Jerk my cock Cumdump." His eyes closed to slits as he felt the soft paw wrap around his throbbing length of flesh. "Oh yeah, eat my ass you fucking slut. Jerk me off and suck that cum out of my tailhole."
Sasha's head reeled as the sensations started to become to much for him to handle. The combined odor and taste of the lovers in his nose and mouth was clouding his mind, the verbal abuse in his ears and that wonderful barbed texture scraping his anal sphincter. All he could do was mewl in ecstasy as he reached his break point.
"Oh, fuck!" The lion roared as Sasha clamped down tightly on his cock and began to quiver under his paws. "Cumming!" He grit his teeth as he felt his head flare in climax deep within Sasha's bowels, making the constricting passage feel even smaller to both partners. The lion reached between Sasha's legs and grasped the little cats hard on though the now cum slicked panties. The big cat moaned with each tug he administered to Sasha's cock, extending the cat's orgasm and strengthening the ripples of his anal muscles.
Sasha grunted as the strong paw massaged him, milking more hot, wet, sticky, kitty cum into his pink and white panties. Inhibitions were thrown to the wind now as a bliss induced fog enveloped his mind. Pressing his face closer into the panther's ass he speared his tongue deeper into that dark tunnel. In reward for his actions the panther let out a roar and the cock in Sasha's paw jerked up forcefully. The pace of his pawing quickened as hot panther cum shot forth and splattered messily on the bathroom floor.
"Catch it dumb slut." The panther growled as continued to hunch his tail back against Sasha's muzzle. "Don't waste it." The midsized cat purred as he felt Sasha's other paw cup the head of his cock, loving the sensation of wet fur against him as his cum load continued to pool in the smaller cat's palm.
The lion slowly rested back from the tips of his footpaws as his orgasm began to subside. He let out a satisfied sigh as he stepped back, dragging his barbed dick out of Sasha's tailhole inch by barbed inch. "You were right." He spoke with a light tone, perhaps even slightly defeated.
"Told you that you'd like this place." The panther, his paw still tangled in Sasha's hair, pushed the little cat away from his twitching anus and to his knees. "Clean your paws Cumdump, then you can clean our cocks."
Sasha's paw flew to his muzzle, licking up the thick skeet that was clinging to his fur. Disobeying was not even a consideration as he savored the taste of the panther's cum on his rough tongue. He did not even wait for an order as the lion's paw was presented to him, hungrily slurping down his own semen off the big cat's digits.
"Gods that is so hot..." Husked the panther as he watched the submissive cross dresser suck on the lion's fingers. The panther pressed closer to the lion, nipping at the biggest cat's mane. "I'm not going to be able to wait till we get home."
The lion smiled as he pulled Sasha's mouth toward his cock, silently ordering for the area to be cleaned. "There's a table in the back store room." He bent down a bit and kissed the panther hungrily. "I'm sure Big D wouldn't mind me bending you over that.
"Oh fuck yeah." The panther grinned as Sasha shifted to him from the lion to offer his cleaning services. "Think we could take him with?"
"Fuck off fags." Came a chuckle as the door opened revealing the female patron from earlier. Her black eyes gleamed from within the green-scaled slits that held them. "You know the rules. No hogging the little wannabe cunt." She pushed herself up from where she was leaning heavily on the doorframe. "I've waited long enough for you assholes to finish up."
The panther smiled and, having noticed the predatory look as his lover eyed the gator girl, reached down to stroke the lion's cock. "No need to be a bitch Thera. If you'd like we'll even help you scratch your itch."
"Like I said, fuck off." The scale's eyes fixated on the kneeling, cum-scented femme-boy. "This itch ain't gonna be satisfied by more cocks."
"Uh oh." The panther laughed and scratched Sasha's ear. "You're in trouble Cumdump. Thera's in a bad mood." He picked up his pants, but didn't bother to tuck himself away, and headed out towards the bar again.
Thera grinned as she watched the lion observe the other male's half bare ass walk away. "Ain't you got a table to bend him over?" She teased with a smirk, which only grew as she watched the lion scrambled to zip up and follow after his mate. Once they were alone Thera turned to Sasha. "He's like you, new here." She gripped Sasha's chin tightly and roughly lifted his head to meet her gaze. "Well, newer anyway."
Sasha didn't say anything as the leather-skinned female inspected him, afraid for what she might do to him since he'd not been given permission to speak. The look in her eyes frightened him, part drunk and more mean spirited. When she leveled a sharp toothed, full-mouthed smile at him he understood what the panther had meant about being in trouble.
"You're a wannabe, aren't you?" Thera's eyes sparkled dangerously as Sasha's head cocked in confusion. She reached forward and wound her claws through the cat's black hair. "You'd trade your pole for an extra hole in a second if you had the chance. Wouldn't you?"
Sasha tried to nod, but the moment he moved Thera's grip tightened painfully. "Y-yes mistress. Cumdump would trade." He answered as tears began to form in his eyes from the hair pulling.
"Little, whore, cunt." Thera growled as she moved dragged Sasha toward the urinal once again. "Bitches like you are why real females like me can't land a decent male." She released Sasha's hair, but only to exchange for a grip on the cross dresser's chin, and forced his head back into the cup of the urinal. "I hear you opened a tab Cumdump, you want the drink I have for you?"
Sasha nodded, ignoring the sloshing of the water now soaking his hair. "Yes mistress." His throat tightened, and his heart quickened just a bit, as he watched Thera lift one leg over him so that she could straddle his face. Her black, leather, skirt was pulled up slowly allowing him to catch the scent of her wet pussy.
There's knees bent enough that she could press her slit tight against Sasha's mouth. "Eat it cunt." Her eyes closed tight as she felt that warm tongue quickly delve into her sensitive folds. It'd been too long since she'd had a warm blood do this for her. "That's it." She ground down a little more, rubbing her clit on Sasha's nose, shivering each time a puff of warm breath hit her cool flesh.
The feline lapped at Thera dutifully. Swiveling his head as much as he could to coat every surface with his tongue. He traced up the outer lips, then down the inner. Pushing deeper he circled around the entrance to her inner depths. As he did this his tongue brushed a tiny cleft of flesh. The inadvertent action proved to have consequences as Thera shuddered above him and luke warm fluid filled his mouth.
The gator growled and groaned as she humped into Sasha's maw. "You warm ones always get me so fast..." She gasped as she held the urinal head for balance. She let out a sigh of pleasure as she relaxed completely. "Enjoy your drink you little cunt."
A mewl of ecstasy came from Sasha as his mouth was flooded with warmer liquid. The acrid scent of Thera's piss filled his nose as she filled his muzzle. The golden fluid ran over his lips and down his neck, his white shirt turning yellow with each passing second. Eventually the shirt became soaked through and the wetness began to seep into the femme boy's skirt along the upper edges.
"What a way to break the seal." Thera grinned as she stepped back. "Like your Gator Piss?" She asked mockingly as she admired her handy work. Anger soon began to return to her eyes though as she studied the cat's body language. He hadn't moved as she released him and his eyes were just slightly glassy. His cock hard and visibly pulsing under his panties. "You damn slut." She growled. "You're not supposed to enjoy it!"
He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings, his mind disjointed from his body as he was dragged to his footpaws. He felt so warm, so completely protected and at peace. The sound of purring filled his ears, though he didn't recognize it as his own voice, as his tail was pulled up harshly.
"Damn slut." Thera growled again as she made him bend over and grasp his ankles. "You're not supposed to enjoy what I do to you." She frowned as she lifted his tail and watched his back arch sensuously. "Let's see how much you enjoy this." She goaded as she reached for a beer bottle that another patron of the bar had left behind.
Sasha looked back between his legs just in time to see the door to the bathroom be pushed harshly open. His smiled widened as he saw the gray wolf grab the alligator by the wrist and shove her none-to-gently into the far wall. The smile faded as he saw the upset look on the canine's face. He made to move to the wolf's side, but a single raised paw stopped him in his tracks.
"Damn it Thera." The wolf growled as he stalked towards her. "You know the rules. No playing when drinking. No alcohol near anything below the waist. No glass. Ever!" He stood nose to nose with the reptile now. "You forget what happened to Zundry?"
"Of course not." Thera answered quickly, but she couldn't look the wolf in the eye.
"And you thought it would be ok to risk my pet to similar injury?" When she didn't respond the canine bared his fangs. "Get out. And don't even think of touching my boy again."
Sasha watched, confused, as the gator lady slunk out of the room. The Doberman bartender was in the doorway as well now, looking just as upset as the wolf. Worry left him though as a gently paw on his shoulder guided him to stand up straight once again.
"Kind of harsh on Thera weren't you?" The Doberman asked as he watched his friend inspect his pet for injury.
"If she wants to call herself a Master she needs to control herself above all else." The wolf replied as he opened the cat's shirt, removed it, and tossed it in the garbage. "If she didn't know the rules it'd be one thing." His paws began to move over feline's wet fur, nodding, as he found no trace of real injury. "But she does know them D. Just like she knows what can happen if you don't follow them."
"That's true." Big D nodded. "I guess a bit of a reality check won't hurt her." He smiled as he watched Thorn slowly pull down Sasha's panties. "Be back in a minute Thorn. I'll get your bag from the bar."
"Thanks." Thorn's paws raked lightly through Sasha's fur, enjoying him squirming under the touch. Taking a moment to remove his leather jacket first, the wolf then moved behind the little male.
Sasha groaned as he felt the warm chest press against his back and protective arms circle about his body. One paw pressed firmly to his belly before moving up his chest for a slow massaging pet. The other began at his belly as well, but moved down stopping just before touching his twitching cock. "Ngh..."
"Shh..." Thorn quieted Sasha as the cat tried to protest the licking of his neck. "It's ok."
"Never understood how you like them so messy." Big D chuckled as he returned with a small messenger bag in his paw.
"Some messiness is fun." Thorn replied in a low voice. "But it's that they're willing to get so messy for me that makes it fun." He moved his lower paw down further, taking Sasha's cock in a gentle but controlling grip. "He's been a good boy." Thorn's smile widened greatly feeling Sasha tremble at the simple praise. "Want to make him a bit messier?" He asked as he looked to the Doberman.
Big D's stub of a tail began to wag quickly. "Sure, think I can handle that." He unzipped his fly, revealing that he was already hard and exposed from his sheath.
"Almost time for you're reward." Thorn whispered into Sasha's ear. The cat mewled as Thorn continued to play with his cock. "Jerk him off." The kind voice did nothing to mask the fact that it was very clearly an order. "I want his cum all over your cock."
"Looks like he tranced out pretty good there." Big D observed as Sasha's paw circled his dick. He grinned as the cat shivered and moaned softly under Thorn's caresses. "You ever fuck him when he's like this?"
"No, not yet any way." Thorn shook his head. "He doesn't quite have the lucidity for it yet." He smiled as he nipped at Sasha's ear, earning a loud groan of pained pleasure. "I don't want him scared once he drops, so we've held off on fucking once he's like this." He squeezed his paw around the cat's phallus. "This is the first I've seen him slip so quickly though." He smiled as Sasha began to buck his hips and released his cock but for a feather soft grip. "Piss is his dirty little secret. Isn't it?" He whispered to his pet's ear.
Big D grunted out a laugh. "Didn't think your pets were allowed to have secrets." His eyes closed as he felt his orgasm already beginning to build. "Tell him to squeeze my knot."
"They're not." Thorn grinned. "But that's another part of the fun, a little bit of challenge." He guided Sasha's free paw to the Doberman's knot. "In time." He bit at the cat's shoulder and squeezing hard on the femme boy's cock at the same time, making his pet moan loudly. "In time, he'll have no secrets from me." Thorn brought his upper paw down and began to massage Sasha's tender balls. "Squeeze Big D's knot. Make him shoot all over your subby little cock."
Sasha complied without even a though of hesitation. He cried out in pleasure as Big D's cock began to pulse and hot seed landed on his exposed flesh. The fact that the bartender was grunting away happily was almost lost on the feline, but a part of him recognized what he'd done as his tail swished happily.
Thorn continued to play with his pet's dick as canine cum rained down, using the thick white jism as lube. "Good boy..." He whispered, smiling as he felt Sasha shiver at the praise. The wolf waited until his friend's orgasm had ended, leaving Sasha's cock and balls quite literally dripping with cum. "Such a very good boy." Thorn jerked the cat off in earnest now.
Sasha arched his back, his head pressing into the wolf hard as he fought against the feelings flowing through him. His breathing became hitched and moans of distress mixed in with the cries of pleasure. He tried to keep his muscles tight, to control himself, but he was quickly losing ground.
"Cum."
Sasha yowled out everything he'd been holding back as Thorn gave him permission to finally climax. His balls jumped so hard that they actually hurt as he pumped his load of kitty cum into his owner's paws. Sasha's skeet mixed with Big D's and the feline continued to cry as Thorn used the new source of lube to continue on, extending his orgasm in a wonderful mix of pain and pleasure.
When Sasha's eyes began to roll back a bit Thorn removed his paw from the cat's groin. "Clean up." He ordered as he placed the cum covered paw before Sasha's muzzle.
"That's cold dude." Big D laughed as he watched Sasha slurp up the mess as though he hadn't eaten in days. "Very hot, but cold."
Thorn smiled as his pet licked at his paw, cleaning away any last traces. "There's a bit of truth to the name you gave him for tonight. He'll love hearing about this tomorrow while I take my pleasure from him." Once cleaned he pushed the cat's panties the rest of the way to the floor, leaving them in a soggy pile. Leaving Sasha for a moment he went to his bag and pulled out a large, black, fleece blanket. "I think that's it for tonight."
The Doberman nodded as he watched Thorn wrapped the tiny male in the warm fabric. Between the wetness from the play and the lack of activity he could already see Sasha was beginning to shiver. "You going to be able to get him home alright?"
"To far." Thorn shook his head as he picked Sasha up into his arms, much like one would carry a small cub. "I've made other arrangements." He bowed his head slightly. "Thanks for helping me out on this one D. I know Sasha appreciates it, and so do I."
"Forget about it." The bartender grinned. "Feeling that hot mouth around my dick is all the thanks I needed for tonight."
Thorn laughed, but nodded. "Well, I'm sure you'll get another thank you at some point then." Grabbing up his bag and jacket, admittedly a bit clumsily given his new carry on, Thorn nodded once more and headed for the door. "Talk to you soon."
"I'll look forward to it." Big D patted Thorn on the back as he passed. "Later."
After carefully loading Sasha into his car Thorn began the drive to the local hotel they'd stay the night at. He would have preferred to go home, but if Sasha dropped before they got there it would put a very sour end on a great night. After the short trip he gathered up Sasha, smiling as the cat purred when picked up, and entered the hotel.
"Everything all right sir?"
Thorn turned to the Toucan behind the check in desk. "Yes, we're fine." He made a slightly guilty smile. "I'm afraid he doesn't hold his liquor quite as well as I do." As the bird laughed lightly Thorn resumed his walk to their room.
Sasha looked about as his footpaws touched the ground. Fear took him for a moment as he did not recognize the surroundings, but at the familiar reassuring touch of the wolf's paw he calmed again. He smiled dreamily as he was lead into the bathroom and made to sit in the tub, purring as the warm water lapped up around him.
Thorn shook his head, knowing how Sasha generally hated water. Right now though the love of the heat was winning out. Taking down the showerhead he adjusted the water to be warm enough to use safely. "Have fun tonight?" He asked as he began to scrub the feline's fur down. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Thorn spoke softly as Sasha nodded, knowing verbal answers would still be some time away. "I rather liked seeing you like that, very sexy."
Sasha purred loudly as Thorn washed his hair. To know that the canine approved of all he'd done filled him with warmth that nothing else would be able to equal. Time seemed to move slowly as Thorn washed him. The gentle contact such a contrast to earlier in the night, but just as pleasurable.
"All right." Thorn drained the water and turned off the showerhead. "Don't want you getting sick now." Standing the cat up in the tub Thorn began to dry his pet off. Once suitable he walked Sasha out to the bedroom and dressed him for bed.
Sasha looked over the simple, pink, cotton panties and matching baby doll style nightie. His tail swished happily at the choice, loving the comfort and the color. As well as the promise of what it might lead to as he watched Thorn strip down to his boxers. Distress began to take him again though as Thorn lead him to the bed.
The wolf could feel the tension in Sasha's body as they cuddled close under the blanket. Concern that he'd missed an injury suddenly nagged at him. "Are you hurt somewhere?" At the shake of Sasha's head Thorn frowned. "Would you rather be home?"
Sasha shook his head again, and panicked as he saw Thorn's frown deepen. He didn't want to worry the wolf. "Di-Didn't Sasha d-do well?"
Thorn blinked as he heard the words be forced out. It usually took the cat a few hours to come back fully from a high like he'd had in the bar. "Of course you did..." He stopped in midsentence as he realized what must have been on the feline's mind. "Kneel."
Sasha did as he ordered as Thorn left the bed to recover something from his overnight bag. His heart raced as he saw the thin strap and heard the clink of metal. He knew he should be more serious, but he couldn't keep from smiling happily.
"I thought we would do this tomorrow, but since you have done well I see no harm in rewarding you early." Thorn reached out to where Sasha kneeled on the bed and clasped the collar around his pet's neck. He knew it was the right call to make as he watched the cat's body relax. There was no sense in following protocol if his pet became unduly distressed by it.
Sasha fingered the collar experimentally, as if testing to make sure it was real. He watched his reflection in the mirror across from the bed as his charcoal colored paw traced the length of red leather. His eyes went to the metal tag, a pink, heart-shaped piece that dangled from the strap. Even at this distance he could read the simple engraving, Property of TB. "Th-thank you Mas-Master."
"Rest your voice." Thorn pet Sasha's head as he climbed back into bed, beckoning him to lay beside him. He grinned as his pet snuggled in close against him. "Good night Sasha." He whispered as he felt fatigue finally claim the smaller male, settling in for a night of watching over his new pet.
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A/N: All the drink names in this story are real beverages. For those who are interested, here they are.
Crème de Sponge - Equal parts beer and crème soda (FYI- Fucking gross and a waste of beer in my opinion.)
Wet Crotch - Equal parts Triple Sec, Baileys, and Chambord
Fuck Me Like A Beast - Tequila, midori, Chambord, Pineapple juice, orange juice, grenadine, and topped with 151 rum
After Sex - Vodka, orange juice, Crème de banane
Gator Piss - Midori, Peach schnapps, Southern Comfort, Amaretto, splash of sour mix