Rave Reviews
" You are cordially invited to Jack34's MayRave! This is a private event, so expect the music to be loud, the company to be cool, and the dance floor to be hot."
-The young mink looks over herself in a shop window. Perfect! She looks exactly like what she always... imagined ravers look like. Okay, so she's never actually been to a party with anyone older than herself, but she's seen movies and photos. Her age and species give her a distinct tomboyish look, helped further by a nontrivial amount of gel in her fur. Pocket check: full of glow sticks and enough cash to get her into the club in case she gets stuck. Perfect. Commence operation: party!
-It's approaching dusk, and the city is half through shutting down. Steel fences are halfway down across doorways and interior lights are half-dimmed as the till jockeys do their totals for the night. Most stores, that is. The Mickey-d's is still open, as is the theater as you pass it. That quickly ends the part of town you're familiar with. The address you've got for this party is in well inside the night life district--you google maps'd it before you set out. It'd be scarier in the back alleys and streets if it weren't for the comforting glow of the GPS on your mobile. Then, as you come around the last back alley (thankfully empty) you are dumped into the beating heart of the city's night life. Neon blues and oranges assault your senses from flashy and stylish signs above bars and clubs, all with uniformed bouncers outside. Luckily, you don't have to worry about bouncers or ID's. This is a private party, invite only.
-The weasel's face lights up along with the street. Now -this- is more like it! Her eyes roam around all the shiny lights before she checks her phone and heads to her destination, double checking her head fur as he goes. Yep, still spiky. Honestly, what were her parents worried about anyway, with this much light and people around it might as well be daytime in the city. Is this the building? Yep, that's it. Right, cool, composed, here we go!
-The entrance your GPS leads you to is sandwiched between two clubs. The front door is unlocked, though just inside is a foyer with mail boxes and buzzers that's barely large enough to turn around in. Looking at the numbers, you can see the cheap-o apartments immediately. They're the floors with as many numbers jammed in as possible. Those will be the broom closets barely big enough for a mattress. The number you were given, though, '701', is '01' for a reason. There's only two rooms on that level, and 7th floor is the top. Holy shit, is this a penthouse? There's a buzzer for 701, and a battered speaker next to the panel.
-Checking her phone again to make sure this is the correct address the mink stands on tip-toe and pushes the buzzer, then gives a quick glance around. Nope, nothing to worry about. She's just going to a party, not breaking into a bank, no reason to be nervous.
-It takes a few moments for the speaker to respond. It's scratchy and difficult to understand, but you're pretty sure someone on the other side just asked who you were. There's a lot of noise in the background, and it's going "Whooom, whooom, whooom."
-She gives another glance around. Well, no turning back now. "What?" The noise repeats. Her name? Probably? Too much noise. She raises her voice to compensate, "IT'S JAMIE. JACK34 INVITED ME OVER." Her ears fold back as the noise makes the scratchy speaker freak out.
-There's chaos for a moment as the speaker feeds back, then cuts out. Heartbeats pass as moments tick by. Then there's a loud buzzing sound that makes you jump. The door! Just half a second before the buzzer stops, you manage to push the heavy fire door open, and find yourself in a not-so-skanky hall. In front of you is a double-doored elevator, and signs pointing to the stairwell. For the club district, this is probably considered posh!
-Yoink! Got the door open just in time. She's all grins now- in, she made it in! This will be the best birthday ever, just think of what her friends will say when she talks about it. In fact, she begins preparing a story in her head even as she nears the staircase. More walking? Meh to that. She prod-prod-prods the elevator button a few times and rides it up in style.
-The seventh floor is nicer than you thought it would be, but that makes sense when you think about it. Someone in a trashy closet downstairs isn't going to be inviting people over to a rave. As expected, there's only two doors on the short hallway, 700 and 701. Unlike the ones downstairs, they have filigreed metal knockers that probably don't see much use, since they also have inset doorbells beside the door frame.
-The mink double checks she's still looking awesome (and hasn't lost her keys or accessories), then walks up to the 701 door. Calm. Relaxed. Man, Kat will be -so- jealous. Time to party! She rings the doorbell and waits, grinning slightly, tail swaying behind her.
-The door opens, and a long canid muzzle pokes out. That's Jack34! He sent you flirty pictures along with the invitation. The wolf opens the door all the way when he sees its you. "Holy crap, Jamie?" His eyes travel up and down, though mostly down as there isn't much 'up' to you.
-She cants her head, then grins as recognition dawns, "Hey Jack! I'm here, just as I said!" She puts her paws on her hips and gives a toothy grin, "So, you lettin' me in or are we having the party in the hall?" Her tail gives an excited flick.
-He looks worried for a moment, but the moment passes quickly. It's not tough to see why. You are small and young-looking, but balls to that. You're a mink, and minks are naturally a bit short. You've met wolf girls younger than you that are almost twice your size. Anyway, why would he worry about your age? It's just a dance. An incredible dance, with booze and good music and contact allowed on the dance floor and fog and light sticks and no fucking parents to rush everyone out and send everyone home just 'cuz that tard Suzy threw up in the punch bowl. No, this is what it's meant to be like, as Jack holds the door open. Now without the insulated door blocking it, you can hear the music loud and clear, and see ultraviolet lights and people lounging around in stylish new-agey seats, and a hard wood dance floor that you can only see about a quarter of because of the dry-ice smelling fog and strobe lights.
-She raises an eyebrow at the reaction, then grins and slaps the canine's chest as she walks past him into the apartment. All her senses, including taste (bleh, dry ice) are overwhelmed by the music, the lights, the works. It's exactly as she'd pictured it and more. The mink pads deeper into the fog-obscured apartment with a glazed look and a goofy grin, her rear already twitching to the rhythm. This. Is. Awesome!
-There's not so much of a crowd. Maybe ten on the floor and double that lounging around in couples and threes. There's a fox wearing a glowing helmet with a huge pair of headsets built in behind what looks like a very expensive mixer and sound system. The music has a nice constant beat, but has some music--melody and harmony--behind the bass thumps. All in all, you'd have to call it classy.
You feel a paw on your shoulder as Jack catches up to you. "Hey Joe! Our virgin's here!" That sends ice down your spine and sets your tail bottling. How did he know? You never told him, and he never asked!
-She jumps a bit at the touch (typical weasel), elbowing Jack's side. Though it ends up being closer to his hip, "Hey! Shh! That's a bit too personal to just shout around." She grins around the room, trying to look like she's going along with a joke. Then again, with visibility such as it is it probably makes little difference.
-Jack glances down at you, a bit nonplussed. "Hey, you said it was your first rave. I didn't think you'd be touchy about it. Sorry." Oh. That's what he meant. Now you feel foolish. While he's busy apologizing, a couple more guys come over. A fox, another wolf, an elk, all done up in rave gear. The fox is wearing nothing but speedos, but at least he's pleasant to look at--skinny and lithely muscled. The husky has a harness on, and the elk's antlers are painted to glow under the UV... OH! Now that you think about it, looking down, your fur is almost glowing with the dye you put in earlier. The newcomers, one of which must be 'Joe', are friendly and inviting, and the music seems to fade out, then swell into a new song. You know this one! It goes "Boom, Boom, Boom", then the beat drops and you can feel it infecting your hips.
-The weasel does indeed move her hips. And her torso. And everything else connected to them. She grins to Jake's acquaintances, giving a little wave, "Hey guys, great party you're having." She beams at the elk, "Love the antlers." Doof, doof, doof-doof-doof. She may not have been to a rave party before, but she's a natural when dancing. "So, you gonna introduce us?" She nudges Jack once more, playfully this time.
-You're not on the dance floor, but it doesn't matter. There's enough room here to make a new one. The fox smiles at you, and the elk bobs his head, the glowing antlers bouncing. Jack's original worry seems to fade as you dance. You're a natural. A few more join you from the sidelines, a tiger lady that looks almost like a body builder and a horse. The party appears to be a bit lopsided gender-wise, but that's okay. More cute guys to dance with. The song you know passes, and another starts up. Not one you know this time, but the beat's catchy enough. It's all going well, the lights are infectious, the music's good, and Jack's damn good with a pair of light sticks. Then you feel a hand on your side, then another, and someone's front presses to your back.
-Her body moving on its own the mink lets the music wash over her, her long body easily swaying and bending wherever the beat wants it to go. Being in her teens and full of energy doesn't hurt either! Her fur lit up with black light the weasel almost doesn't notice the first touch, but it's soon joined by another and then an entire person. Skipping a bit, but not letting it sour the dance, the lithe mink looks up and over her shoulder. Is Jack being silly?
-The wolf grins down at you. His muzzle's open and tongue is hanging out one side like a silly dog. He holds your sides and melds himself to your back. As you continue to dance, he matches your hips movements with his own, though he has to bend his knees a little to move his body down to your level. In front of you, the elk dances on through blithely, just smiling at you as Jack hugs you to his front. It's very... Close... This is the kind of dancing you weren't allowed to do at all those school dances. You can feel his muscles move as he dances with you, there little fabric between you might as well not be there for how well you can feel his features. Talking about features, that had better be another light stick in his pocket, but it doesn't feel like one, and it's pressing right against your tailbase.
-The mink isn't really sure how to react. Her first instinct is to shove him away, but it's his party. Plus, wouldn't that just come across as immature? Didn't she come here specifically because she wanted to be an adult for once? Still, she's not entirely comfortable with this whole thing, so she grins to the wolf, still dancing, then lightly pushes herself away from him and heads for the punch table. Well, whatever passes for a punch table at a rave party, there's gotta be something.
-You look around for a table, one of those rickety ones that you can buy from Walmart for a tenner. Hold on a second. Punch? Hah. Right. Stop being so 'High school', you remind yourself. Instead, you find a bar. There's glasses with exotic colors lined up on the bar top, matched by bottles in a glass case behind it that are all exotic, expensive looking, and all unique from each other. Off to one side, you also see a water tank. This, at least, you've heard of. Drink if you want, but all the guides you've read online said you gotta make sure to drink some water too, no matter how much you'd rather drink the pretty colored stuff all night. Jack follows you, along with the stag. Behind you, the fox and the husky--you're still not sure which one is Joe--head back to the sidelines. Your own personal little dance floor ceases to be, but that's easily remedied, assuming you don't want to hit the real dance floor and lose yourself in the fog.
-Soooo many bottles. As much as she likes to consider herself grown up alcohol is not one of the mink's strong points. Small body equals low tolerance and there were more than a couple of parties that ended prematurely with her throwing up. Well, Jack and the elk followed, might as well ask them, "So. Anything special on the menu today?" Yeah, sound cool.
-Jack's a good host, and nothing ruins a party like the new guy (or girl) spending the whole time hogging the bathroom. He picks up a small glass and hands it to you. There's ice, and whatever is inside is minty. "There we go, Jamie. A petite mohito for a petite weasel." He waits for you to take a sip, then asks, "Where'd you learn to dance like that? I thought you said this was your first." The elk pours himself something. It smells much stronger than whatever you're drinking. When you turn back to Jack to answer, some movement off to the side catches your attention, then holds it. The fox and the husky, the same two that'd been dancing with you, are sitting together on the side. Together? No, more than together. The fox is straddling the husky, and they're kissing. Passionately. Worse, the husky's hands are doing something in the fox's crotch. Is that... Did you just see red? Is that his... Is the husky stroking the fox's... Well, you know... Right out here in the middle of the party?
-The weasel returns the canine's grin and accepts the drink, taking a sip. Oooh, nice. She likes mint. Just a sip, mind, she has enough experience with alcohol to know how to avoid disasters. Niiiice and easy. "Hey, just because it's my first rave doesn't mean it's my first party." She winks, glancing at the husky and fox, her attention visibly drawn to the two. Staring at them for a few seconds she blinks, then looks back at Jack with a rather, well, not so much shocked as surprised look on her face, "Some party you have here." Sip sip.
-Jack smiles at your off-handed comment. "We do it every month. If you like it, you should come back next time too, especially if you can dance like that." He puts a hand on the bar and leans in, mercifully blocking your line of sight to the amorous pair. Now, all you can see is dance, fog, lights, and the DJ serving up another song you recognize. "Hey, this is my favorite!" The buck reaches out and takes your hand, his shining antlers dancing above his head. "Come on. Jamie, right? Let's hit the real dance floor this time." Jack laughs and reaches out to take your drink from you, while the buck tugs at your arm.
-She lets her eyes take in the lights shining through the fake fog. She's a weasel, they're shiny, how could she not! Catching the last bit of Jack's reply she snaps back and grins to him, "Sounds great!" The mink tilts her head at the elk, the drink taken from her moments before she's lightly tugged forward with a chirp. He's right, it's a party, she needs to relax and just enjoy herself! And hey, tron-buck looked like a good dancer. Following him to the floor she is soon lost to the rhythm once more, her fur and his antlers leaving momentary snapshots of light whenever the lights all dim at the same time.
-The buck quickly gets into the groove with you. Unlike dances you're used to back at school, though, he's not just dancing in your general vicinity. He's dance with you. Little touches every once in a while remind you that he's paying attention just to you. It's a little unsettling, because some of those touches are a little... Well, they linger a little, and they're not to the school-issued 'okay' zones, like shoulders and arm and legs. But as alien as it might be, it's also rather nice., and you're feeling a little warm--just a little--from the mohito. Then another 'incident' catches your attention. Lost in the fog and the lights and the beat, you almost don't catch the movement from another pair of dancers near you. You can only really make out silhouettes, and it's tough to tell with them dancing as closely as they are, but you're sure you can see their hips moving in time with the music, grinding together and humping. Sight caught, your focus catches just a hint of anatomy past the cut-out of their shapes, and you can see slim pants pulled halfway down the hips of the one in front, and smooth fur all the way down her (and you're now sure it's a her) belly and over her crotch. There's no doubt whether they are. They are, and to the beat of the music.
-Moving to the music the weasel dances against the elk, a bit hesitant at first, then relaxing. It's not a school dance and she's not a kid any more, time to dance like the adult she is. The alcohol probably helps, mind. Are... are they? She grows distracted, eyes trying to pierce the fog. They wouldn't, would they? Oh man, they really are. Is this what happens at these parties? Man, her friends will -flip- when she tells them. Her focus returns to her dance with the buck, though she's not letting her glance stray away from the 'dancing' couple. The sight is... mesmerizing.
-The music changes, a smooth transition that replaces every two beats with one. A slower song. Not slow, mind you, it's not that kind of dance-ahem, rave. But it's slow enough that the buck reaches out and pulls you to his front. His hands are strong around you, and with your nose buried in his chest fur, his musk is rather nice. Bitter, a bit, but pleasant in a way you're not wholly sure of. He pulls you along with the music, his tron-antlers dipping down so he can watch you.
-The mink chirps in surprised, but goes with the flow. Her heady is floaty with music and alcohol and the change of pace is nice. Soon she's moving with him, her tail swaying from side to side with the music. Her dark eyes dart around the dance floor now and then to see if she can spot the other two, but being this close to her dance partner is limiting her field of vision somewhat.
-The buck's hands rub across your back, his stubby fingers and thick nails dragging furrows in your fur that feel rather nice. It's gone from a little weird at the beginning to now comfortable. He leans down and croons softly in your ear, then his broad teeth nip the ear webbing slightly. He straightens up, and one hand strays across your front. You're about to draw back at the sudden and unwelcome touch, but he's not aiming for your chest. He nudges at his pants, adjusting himself, then pulls you tight against his front again. Now, you can feel a long--very long--hardness in his cutoff jeans.
-Her eyes grow wide in surprise, then narrow into slits at the pleasant rubs and touches. It's odd, but somehow feels... right. The mink lets out a quiet chitter at the nip, her tail bristling with a shiver. Well, no one's ever done -that- to her before. She watches the buck curiously, eyes going wide once more when she's back against him, the bulge pushing against her rather clearly. The mink's dancing turns somewhat stiff as she's not really comfortable with this.
-The dance ends, and with you unresponsive and surly, the buck quickly begs off. Finally, some time to just dance! You don't have long, though. Halfway through the song, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Fearing it's the buck, returned for seconds, you turn around. No, it's Jack. He's smiling at you, and crooks his finger in a 'come here' that you'd never be able to hear over the music.
-She's just gotten back into the groove, too! Her elongated body still swaying she lifts an eyebrow at Jack, then shrugs and follows the canid, head bopping, eyes scouring the floor for the two exhibitionists. Are they gone? She must've missed them due to the buck... distraction.
-He leads you off of the dance floor, over to the bar where the music is quieter and there's fewer people. You can't see the interesting couple, and the husky and fox seem to have moved off, so there's nothing here to catch your eye except Jack. "Hey, I heard you're a little nervous. If you want, I got something for that."
-The little weasel's tail is still twitching to the music's rhythm as she leans against the bar, finally catching a breath. She loves dancing, but tends to forget she needs a rest now and again. "Nervous? Me? Don't know what you're talking about!" She grins and winks, "I wouldn't mind a drink though, if you're offering." That minty drink was quite tasty and she can feel the buzz wearing off, so she should be safe.
-Jack laughs, deep and hearty. "Nah, not if you want to kill your nerves. It's okay." He winks at you, wide and friendly. "Everyone gets nerves at their first rave. It's normal." He reaches around the bar and pulls out a zip-lock bag with white tablets in it. "One of these always does the trick. It'll help you relax, enjoy yourself." He pulls one out of the bag, but before he hands it to you, he gives you a quick appraising gaze. "Unless, of course, this isn't the party you wanted to be at?"
-She grins back at him, "Weeeeeeeeell, maybe a little nervous. Didn't think it was showing though." The mink watches the canid whip out a baggie of pills. Oh, she's heard of these. Speed is quite popular at rave parties, just caffeine in a pill really. Never had problems handling caffeine, weasels are practically immune to it. But hey, if it'll make him feel better, "Heh, very well, hit me." She extends a paw. At worst it'll just make her dance all night, which she planned to do anyway, might as well experiment with new sensations in the process. Man, Jane is gonna flip her lid.
-He reaches out, then takes another appraising look, then squeezes at the pill with his claws. Half of it falls neatly into your open paw. Makes sense. If one of them is meant for a wolf his size, then half of one should be good for a half-pint weasel like yourself. Down the hatch, another sip of your mohito, and you feel ready to dance again! "Nice! Hey, I gotta tell you, I love those patterns you got in your fur. You do 'em yourself?" Jack replaces the baggie behind the bar, then leads you back towards the dance floor.
-Sip, swallow, slam the shot glass on the bar counter. If she were any cooler they'd need to turn the heating on! Her hips already wiggling with the music she follows Jack back to the floor, grinning, "Yep, my own design, like it?" She starts dancing, just a light bounce and weave so she can still converse.
-The wolf dances pretty damn well, and just like the buck, he's dancing with you, not near you. At almost all times, his hands are on or near you, and he's flipping a light stick with his mouth when he's not engaged in chatting. Pretty soon, you're starting to feel much more comfortable. He was right, whatever he gave you works! So when he spins you around and crosses his hands across his chest, bouncing his hips with yours on the beat, it doesn't feel wrong, it just feels natural.
-The little weasel gets into the groove right quick again. She's a lot more comfortable with Jack, having known him online for a while now, and the little pill is smoothing over any other potential edges. The mink follows his lead, moving as he does, a happy grin plastered on her face as the music and dancing slowly merge into a single, rhythmic experience. Looking back, school dances are laughable compared to this.
-You can feel him through his pants again, pressing against your lower back. But, you know? You wanted a real rave experience, and it seems to be what everyone else is doing. While you dance, the dancers sorta swirl around you. You see the couple again, you're pretty sure it's them. They're not humping any more, but the girl is completely missing her pants now. Then as the music shifts again, you see the buck and his tron-antlers bouncing out towards you again. He spies you and jack and makes a b-line for you, dodging in time with the music. With Jack's arms hugging around your upper half, the buck puts his hands on your hips and sways with the music.
-The Mink giggles inwardly, finding the feeling of the canid's bulge rather amusing in a taboo way. Oh Jack. Down boy, down. She doesn't let it bother her though (or maybe something else is not letting it bother her), she's here to dance and, honestly? It feels good. And somewhat flattering. And is that tigress really dancing bottomless now? Yep. Yes she is. The mink watches the elk dance toward them, but with Jack hugging her it no longer worries her, he'd stop him if it got weird. She probably just misread him earlier anyway, it's not like he did anything more than Jack did. The weasel barely notices his hands on her hips.
-The buck's antlers blur a little. It's probably that pill. It actually looks even cooler now, streaking a little with afterimages that paint the air above his head. Just like he had earlier, he pushes himself against your front. Now, though, that leaves you sandwiched between them. Above you, the buck leans down towards Jack, and they kiss. There's no doubt, the buck in front of you is hard again too. You know it should feel weird, and that you should probably get out from between them, but it's just not so much of a priority anymore. It just feels warm. Nice and warm between them. And when their tongue dance along with their hips above your head, it becomes absolutely hot.
-Her eyes follow the antler after-images with a touch of delay, blinking once she feels sandwiched between the two bodies. She should protest, but really, it feels nice as they all dance against one another. The two hard bulges now pressing against her are more distracting, but her attention is drawn to the kiss. Fuck that's hot. The little weasel squirms between the two as they dance, openly staring up as the two kiss.
-The buck pulls back first. He smiles down into your unbelieving eyes, then whispers to Jack. "Are you sure, Jackie-boy? She looks a little young." Jack pulls at you, the bulge grinding against your tailbone. "She just looks it. Anyway, she came to me off the adult rave site, not the other way around. She's gotta know what she's getting into." The buck looks unconvinced for a moment, then seems to throw his cares aside. Maybe he's on the same pill that you took. Hell, maybe everyone is. He rubs himself against your front and leans down, this time addressing you. "Hey Jamie, you with me? You know, we've got a bit of a tradition when someone new joins the party. We usually throw a floor show, with them at center stage. Think of it as a 'welcome to the scene' from us. Think you're up for a show?"
-Her body swaying from side to side Jamie seems completely comfortable with the two grinding against her now, watching the conversation with a somewhat glassy expression. Yep, she's an adult, she knows what she's doing! Churring under her breath she grins to the buck. "Throw a show for the others? Oh, happy to!" She's always been a good dancer and Jack confirmed it just minutes earlier. Thanks to his little pill she's not nervous at all. In fact, she feels -fantastic-. "Heh, tonight I could probably take all of you on."
-The buck's unsure gaze spreads into a wide, confident grin. Behind you, Jack gives you a squeeze, and the buck backs of a foot or so, letting you and the wolf get your hips back into the groove. In front of you, the tron-buck sways his hips with the beat, and his thumbs dig into the waistband of his shorts. There's an audible "click" as he undoes the clasp. The shorts are tight on him, so tight that even with the clasp undone and fly zipping down, they still stay hugged tight to his hips. Beneath, his underwear--briefs instead of boxers--is a sharp contrast of squares and zig-zags in orange and blues. Then, while Jack caresses your sides, the buck tugs at his underwear, and a slim, intensely red length slips out from beneath the waistband and stands at attention in the foggy strobe light of the dance floor.
-Her hips swaying from side to side the little weasel dances with her back against the canid's, letting out a pleased chirp at the squeeze. She watches the buck with her confident grin, eyes roaming down with his hands, going wide as he begins to undress. Whatever alarms might be going off in her head are pushed to the back by a pleasant haze, leaving only intense curiosity as those tight shorts are pulled down, her attention locked when even those are pushed lower, revealing his red length. Jack would put a cherry on her nose at the moment and she wouldn't even notice.
-The buck approaches again and puts his hands on your shoulders. "Come on, let's start the night off properly. I know you want to touch it." He sways his hips in time with the music. As distracted as you are, you don't notice that Jack's familiar presence has disappeared behind you. Something screams alarms at you. This isn't right. This is exactly what your parents told you would happen if you put your trust in "Dance and liquor and them drugs!" Along with requests that He on High save your soul, and the rest of that nonsense. You're only 14! Only? Fuck. You're 14 already, and if your parents were so worried that this might happen, then maybe this is something you should have been trying to do the whole time!
-Her eyes are glued to the elk's front (and she doesn't need to look all that far down either), his length swaying along with him as he moves back before her. Her face goes through a series of expressions, but the pill is doing its job admirably and whatever objections she might raise are easily pushed aside. Yeah, she's an adult, she can make her own choices! Moving from side to side with him she puts her hands on his hips, then slips one to the front, almost shivering as she touches the hot, slick length. The excitement of She Should Not Be Doing This is even greater than when she was watching the other couple fuck while dancing.
-The buck sways his hips, the length swaying in time with it. As soon as your fingers touch it, it throbs, and a spurt of liquid paints your front. He smiles down at you, and his hands pull at your sides. "Come on, it's my first of the night, so it's gonna be quick. You wanna get a taste of it?" He rocks his hips, and the throbbing and spitting shaft in your fingers pulls up towards his belly. The music transitions into another song. The fog seems to fade, and the lights come up a bit, so even between the strobes you can clearly see the buck in front of you. Then, as your fingers encircle the buck's forbidden fruit, Jack's hands reappear at your side. The wolf's fingers tug at the waistband of your cutoffs. "Mmmgentlemen, ladies, all friends of Jack, we'd like to welcome our newest partier to the scene." The voice is smooth as silk, coming from the speakers over the slower song. That must be the DJ. "Would everyone give Jamie a proper welcome."
-The mink is dancing on autopilot now, her attention entirely on the large buck (in more than one sense of the word) before her, the comforting haze helpfully filtering out objections. The large shaft spurts clear liquid over her paws and fur, the mink staring at her wetted paw. Taste? She brings the paw to her muzzle and gives it a sniff, then licks it. The taste is unfamiliar, but not too strong and the scent of it fills her nostrils and makes the haze in her mind all the stronger. She barely even notices Jack returning, her paw stroking down the buck's length as she bends her neck to take the tip in her mouth, her short pants pulling smoothly off her rear.
-The buck rolls his head back, the antlers leaving pleasing afterimages in the air above his head almost like some twisted halo. He hasn't lost the music, though, and when your mouth finds his tip, his hands lay helpfully on your cheeks. He's not hard to take, slim and slick as he is. You don't even have to open your mouth fully to allow his length in as he rocks it forward in time with the beat. Behind you, Jack leaves your jeans and panties just below your waist. There's only just enough room for him to fit two fingers beneath your tail and press against your slit. Oh, god, that feels fantastic. You've played with yourself before, sure, but when someone else does it... Or maybe it's the pill. You can't tell, but whatever it is, you get the incredible urge to get more of those fingers inside you.
-The mink had never given a blowjob before. Heck, she hadn't even pretended with an object to experiment what it was like, but somehow, in the atmosphere of the floor, with the beat filling her ears and the scents filling her nose it appears to come natural, the buck's swaying hips thrusting the hot length into her maw, pre spurting over her tongue as it pushes against her tongue and back of throat. Or maybe the pill is just suppressing her gag reflex. On the other hand, it's most certainly not suppressing the feeling of Jack's fingers on her rear, the mink practically shuddering as the press against, and into, her slit. Her paw strokes down the buck's length, cupping and kneading his fuzzy nuts firmly as she takes more of him in her maw, as if trying to compensate for Jack's teasing start. More.
-The buck gurgles something unintelligible, then the nuts in your fingers bounce. He loses time with the song as he pulls your head back, until just the tip is kissing your tongue. The first heady shot almost overwhelms you, spraying from your muzzle as you almost choke in surprise. You still get more than a mouthful, but the rest dribbles down from your cheeks. With his cock now bouncing free, long spatters of liquid spray up and over your head, landing between your shoulder blades. Jack makes a muffled sound behind you. Maybe he got hit by a bit of the buck's release. It doesn't dissuade the wolf from his current job, though. The fingers leave your needy slit, but are quickly replaced with the wolf's own length. There's a soft growl above you, and Jack's knees close around your hips as he lines himself up and pushes. There's a smooth sliding as the wolf cock squeezes into your tight insides. It's wider than both of his fingers were, and a lot hotter.
-Her tongue laps at the hot length hungrily as she squeezes the large sac lightly, wanting to taste more, feel more. The buck shudders, pulling back, her eyes flying open in surprised as the throbbing length explodes in her mouth, getting what she wanted and more. Swallowing the first load she coughs and gasps as the shaft pulls out of her muzzle, the remainder of his spunk dribbling down her chin and front as he shoots the rest of his load against her cheek, then over her ears and down the back of her head, the dribbling member bouncing against her cheeks, dribbling over her fur. The mink doesn't mind though, the fingers against her slit replaced by something better. Something hot and much, much bigger. She moans audibly, even as the buck's member shoots its last spurt over her chest, the wolf's prolific member stretching the 14 year-old's sex almost lewdly as it pushes inside her, the weasel hot and -really- tight around him.
-The buck leans down to you and his tongue flicks across your muzzle. He kisses you lewdly, cleaning your whiskers and chin of his own cum. He doesn't stay long, though, as someone taps his shoulder. "Mind if we cut in for the next dance?" It's the fox you met earlier. There's a black and white paw reaching around from behind him, too, fondling his sheath and squeezing the fox's knot. He's already hard and dripping. The buck nods and stands, his still-bouncing shaft dangling between his legs. In his place, the fox reaches out and strokes your wet muzzle. He doesn't talk, though. Instead, all you hear is a gasp as those black and white husky arms close around his midsection and pull. The fox's cock bounces in front of you, throbbing enticingly. And all this is just the distraction from the main event. It's tough to keep focus on the pair in front of you, as hot as they are, while Jack struggles to fit more of his shaft into your lewdly stretched slit. "Fuck, you're tight. Mmm, just relax, Jamie, or I won't be able to get any more in you." Relax? How are you supposed to relax when that hot shaft is throbbing against your inner walls, dripping hot liquid that you can feel filling you and making your insides feel slippery. The stretching is almost painful, or at least it would be if that pill weren't making it feel so incredibly hot. Jack pulls at your teenage hips, rocking them back and forth with the music to loosen you up.
-The mink returns the kiss, giving the buck a glazed grin before moaning as Jack pushes against her once more. She gives the fox a confused look, not really sure how him and the husky fit into this (in fact, she's not really sure what 'this' is at the moment. Everything is hazy, but also really, really hot). Feeling the canid dick's girth pull back, then push into her tight sex once again she closes her eyes and moans once more, her paws grabbing the fox's hips for support. She is rather tight, though, Jack's thrusts also pushing the mink forward, the fox's dick bumping and grinding against her face. The overwhelming sensations switching her on auto again she takes the tip of the cock in her mouth, then, with a strong shove from behind, pushes forward as it slips between her lips, its spurting tip coating her tongue before jamming against the back of her throat. She pulls back, only for Jack to thrust inside her once more, the fox dick's tip now lodged in her throat.
-The fox lets out soft yipping sounds, and with your hands on his hips, you can tell why. Another fuzzy body--the husky--rolls his hips into the fox's. You're past the point of surprise now. They're fucking, and you're now a part of their act. With your mouth around the fox's dick, you can hear soft slurping noises from between his legs as the husky humps. But, oh it's hard to keep attention on that when Jack lifts your hips a bit so he can push more of his lupine shaft into your slit. His hands catch one of your thighs and lifts, almost picking you bodily off the ground, except for your one remaining foot that's forced to go tippy-toe. Liquid drips from where his cock has you split open, seeping into your thighs. Jack leans over you and you hear a growl in your ear, just moments before his hands pull savagely down at your hips. There's more stretching, now to the point where the pain seeps even beyond the numbing of the pill. But with the wolf's hands holding you firmly, you finally feel the knobs of Jack's cock kissing your slit. He's in you, as much as you think you can take.
-In her current position the mink's vision is limited to just one channel- channel fox cock. She watches it with an almost dreamlike expression as it pulls back from her mouth (wait. -Her- mouth?), before the husky pushes forward, driving the fox's hips along with him and plunging it into the muzzle and down her throat, muscles contracting around it as she attempts to swallow the overflowing mix of saliva and pre. But really, most of her attention is on the large dick currently embedded in her underage sex and with Jack pulling her up by the waist both it and her lewdly spread slit are visible to any onlooker. The mink grunts as he hilts himself inside her roughly, momentarily seeing stars. She -would- be protesting, but her mouth is somewhat full right now and the husky does not seem to want to slow down.
-The wolf cock behind you gives an eager throb as Jack pulls back. He probably meant to give you a hump, but as tight as you are, his entire length leaves you in a rush. He gives a loud gasp as the unexpected stimulation washes over him. While the ache of feeling empty slowly starts to make you wish for his cock again, you feel it slap your lips, and give a hard throb. A strong jet of liquid splashes against your slit as Jack tips over the edge. Determined to get at least some of that throbbing into your juvenile pussy, though, he roughly grabs your hips and pulls you down over his twitching cock. There's that same stretching sensation, then with a rush the twitching and jetting length pushes deep. The fox cock in your muzzle gives a twitch. You half expect him to start firing off, too, but the fox has a bit more stamina than that. Either that, or he's already cum once, and he's slower to climb back to the peak. Probably the second, come to think about it. His fingers encircle your ears as the husky thrusts. You can hear the 'slap-slapping' of the husky's balls against the fox's as the humps push that cock against your tonsils.
-The mink makes a muffled moan around the fox cock, her small body shivering as she feels Jack pull out, her sex momentarily stretched for all to see before he bumps against it once more, only to shoot a load of hot, canine spunk over her rear and sex. She grunts in discomfort again as he rushes to slam himself inside her again, but, again, finds herself gagged by the fox cock thrusting down her throat. As Jack finishes shooting his load inside her the weasel feels the fox grab her ears, the throbbing cock working its tip against the back of her throat, only pulling back enough to spurt some pre over her tongue before she has to swallow on it once more.
-Jack slips free with a quick rush, followed by the liquid evidence of his attention. He whispers in your ear, "Hold still. You'll love this!" Then he lets your foot down to the floor and his presence disappears. Before you can get too antsy, though, you feel paws on your rump, pulling your panties just a little lower. Then you feel Jack's pointed canid muzzle push against your slit, his tongue sliding out and slithering up into your tight teenage cunt. In front of you, the husky pulls his fox back, until you're forced to let his cock slip free. It bobs up and down in front of you, spraying pre into your whiskers. Behind him, you hear the husky's growling voice, "Hey Joe. Give a little hop, will you? One, two..." The fox jumps and lifts his legs, and the husky catches them. Folding the fox almost in half, holding his knees up to his belly, you now have a very clear and intimate view of the husky as he thrusts into the fox's backside. With the fox in his grip, the husky slowly approaches you again, pushing at your muzzle with the fox's rump, clearly expecting your tongue. Above, the fox has closed his eyes, and his paw is gripping his shaft--still slick with your saliva.
-There's a gasp, then a whimper as Jack pulls out, the moments of discomfort already forgotten and now aching for more. The mink opens her eyes again as the fox pulls back, her dark eyes following the dick as it bobs just out of reach. Her dreamy, glazed expression turns to surprise as the husky picks the fox up, the latter's ass stretched widely with the husky's dick still lodged inside it. She looks unsure as the fox's rear is pushed right in her face, the sight beyond sexual, but the closeness and her lack of experience making the fog in her mind clear. Wait. Lick -there-? It doesn't last very long though as Jack's broad tongue suddenly invades her well-stretched cunt, her muzzle soon pressed against the fox's exposed rear. Her autopilot kicks in again as she licks the husky's balls and cock, then begins lapping at the stretched pucker, even as the fox dribbles pre between her ears.
-There's a gasp as your tongue touches the husky, though it's from the fox. The gasp quickly becomes a moan when your tongue touches his pucker, dragging around the point of union between him and the husky. The fox's dribbles pretty quickly become a fountain. You can feel his orgasm even before it starts, with his balls bouncing between your ears, and his pucker clenching every few seconds. Hot ribbons of fox cream coat your back while the husky humps on, oblivious to his partner's state. Fingers spread your rump as Jack licks at your cum-glazed cunny. Then, another pair of hands cups your rump. The tongue disappears for a moment, but only long enough to make way for another length that slips lewdly against your lips. This time, there's less stretching as the cock slides deep. It's slim and long. Must be the buck! Then, the tongue returns, licking over your slit as the buck's length slides all the way in, deeper even than the wolf.
-She may have hesitated at first, but the mink appears to really be getting into it as her tongue laps over the union of the husky's cock with the fox's ass, the lewdness of it overshadowing any of the complaints the back of her mind might have. As she feels the pucker clenching against the cock she tilts her head, taking the husky's length in her muzzle sideways so he's thrusting against her lips and tongue even as he fucks the fox, the vulpine's spunk showering her cheek and shoulders. She whimpers quietly at the exchange happening behind her, a lustful moan into the short fur of the fox's rear as the buck's cock pushes inside her, filling her sex once more even as a tongue laps and licks over her slit, the mink letting out an excited CHIRR as the buck's long length pushes deep inside her.
-The husky in front of you tugs at his fox, the cock giving a throb and a bounce as your lips close around it. Then, when he hilts in his fuck-toy, your muzzle is pushed down around the husky's knot. He lets out a strangled moan as your muzzle simulates a tie, and you feel him tense. His humping and thrusting stops, and seconds later, watery cum drips down around the husky's cock. Behind you, the buck takes two long strokes, and with the length of his shaft, long means long enough to make you want to squeal. Then, on his second hump, he holds himself with just an inch or two of his shaft prodding between your lips. There's a hot rush of liquid, and immediately you think he's cum again quickly. Your tight little teenage pussy is hot, you could believe it! But then it keeps on going, and going, filling you to full until it leaks and dribbles down around Jack's tongue. You can't believe it--no, take that back. After tonight, you can believe it. But it's still weird. And hot. Jack keeps his muzzle pressed tight to your slit, licking and invading you tight pussy around the buck's dick even as fragrant piss squirts from around the buck's shaft and coats Jack's muzzle.
-The weasel's muzzle wraps around the husky's knot, but only barely; she is just a small weasel. As the husky begins filling the fox's ass with his seed she resumes lapping at the length and pucker, eagerly taking the leaking cum in her muzzle. She does, in fact, squeal, though with her snout between the fox's cheeks it comes out rather muffled. As hot liquid rushes down her thighs her eyes widen. Did he just? With Jack licking there? And into her... she should be grossed out, but after this night, after all that's happened, the act flips right back into lewd in her mind, the mink shuddering at the sensation, rolling her hips and grinding against Jack's muzzle as she laps up the husky's lodged dick, wanting, needing to feel more.
-As the flow from the buck wanes, then ceases, the sensation of rational though slowly seems to come back to you. You'd only taken half a pill, and even then, weasels have a high metabolism even when at rest. In the midst of eager fucking? Well, you blew through that tablet pretty damn quick. It's not all at once, it's just a slow sussuration , like the music coming back. You're left with the brutal facts. You're standing in a puddle of urine, with a wolf you've only met online licking your pussy. Behind him, a buck you've never met, even online, is starting to hump again into your tight, previously virgin slit. And you know what? It still feels just as mind-numbingly good. Maybe you're designed for it, maybe it's just instinct, or maybe the pill hasn't worn off completely, but when his hips contact yours, and that long, long shaft pushes against your cervix, you can't help but squeal again against the fox's pucker.
-The mink's eye become progressively less glassy as the buck, well, bucks into her, but with the veil lifted the pleasure doesn't leave. She moans as she feels him thrust, his long member rubbing along her walls, the wolf's tongue lapping over her slit... fuck it, she may have been out of it for a bit, but this is hot as hell. Placing one paw on one of the fox's spread cheeks she wraps the other around the base of the husky's dick and gives it a slow, steady pull until it pulls out of the fox's ass, a spurt hitting her cheek. Hungrily she dips her head and swallows it whole, her tongue lapping it clean as she suckles on it for any remaining cum, then pulls it aside as she begins lapping at the fox's pucker, her tongue pushing inside him as the buck's cock pushes inside her.
-The husky throbs appreciatively for you, then holds the fox aloft for a few moments as you rim him thoroughly. With the power of sex slowly leaving his limbs, though, the husky is finally forced to let the fox's legs back down to the ground. And while you've no longer got something fragrant and cum-soaked to lick, you've still got the buck thrusting into you to keep your attention. With your muzzle no longer buried between a fox's thighs, you can see around you. There's people watching, some on the dance floor, some from the sidelines... There must be at least twenty, or thirty of them. There's a sudden feeling of emptiness, and behind you the buck's long, thin shaft bounces in the air. There's a "glug"ing sound as jack closes his muzzle around it and gives it a suckle, before the buck pulls out again. Cleaned and freshly coated with saliva, the buck's next thrust into you is smooth. In time with the music that's now booming in your ears like a replacement heartbeat, the buck humps. Twice, three times, then through the refrain and second verse of a song you recognize. He thrusts away, cock twitching hard enough inside you that you almost feel like it's lifting you from inside.
-The mink gives the husky's retreating cock one last lick before the two move away and suddenly becomes a lot more self conscious of their surroundings. Sex is great and all, but realizing you'd just done it in front of dozens of people is... disconcerting. Yet also, oddly, kind of hot. With no one to service in front the mink straightens up, leaning back against the buck as he pushes back inside her, the weasel's long body swaying with the music as she's fucked in its rhythm, her upright position giving everyone in the room a good look at the buck's cock pistoning her cunt. If she's giving a show she might as well make it a good one.
-The buck grabs your hips, and he growls out near your ear, "Fffuck." As your hips sway in time with the music, you feel him fire off. The length jerks you back towards his belly, and Jack's tongue follows along to catch the runny liquid as it streams down around the buck's length. And the music plays on. With you still sitting on the buck's twitching length as it begins to soften, Jack straightens up. "Shower's in the bedroom. Washer and dryer are in the kitchen. Your clothes will need it before you go home." It's true. You can't imagine what kind of questions you'd be asked if you returned home smelling of elk urine. "But since we have the extra time, I'll scrub your back if you'll scrub mine." Jack winks lewdly, then almost bounces his way back towards the bedroom.