Playing the Game
Playing the Game
By Dalan
It was a typical pub on a typical Friday night. The band had just started their set of lame cover tunes, and the population of the place was beginning its transition. Those over-eager business folk who'd stayed for considerably more than one 'after work drink' were now staggering towards the door, headed either for cabs to carry them home, or to their own vehicles to brave the evening city streets while completely polluted. It made me wonder how many of them I'd read about in tomorrow's paper.
I looked up from my table and watched the evening crowd begin to move in. These were the people I'd been waiting for: Humans and furs all gathering for the single purpose of weekend amusement. What form that amusement took varied from person to person, but the quest was always the same: Everyone was looking for a good time.
I sipped at my scotch and started scanning the settling patrons. Boisterous laughter caused my ears to perk up and my muzzle to turn to one of the far corners of the establishment. As expected, it was the campus crowd. Seven or eight furs, most of them predatory in nature, were drinking deeply of the five pitchers of weak beer in front of them. Humph...probably the cheapest cat piss this place had to offer. Not very often one would see furs that age appreciate something with a little more body to it...not when all they really want to do is get shitfaced enough to yiff anything remotely female.
They were busy ogling the bands lead singer, a rather curvaceous femme cheetah, so I turned my attention away from them and set my lupine gaze on another story unfolding just a few tables away from my own. It appeared to be a spring/fall relationship scenario. On one side of the table, an aged and rather distinguished looking lion was paw-in-paw with a considerably younger vixen. Her eyes seemed filled with stars as she gazed at her lover, who was probably old enough to be her grandfather.
I heard her squeal with delight as the lion used his free paw to slide a small velvet box her way. I stifled a chuckle in another sip of my drink as she made for the box with all the subtlety of a wolf going after a rabbit. The illusion of her delight would have been perfect, had she not licked her lips as she plucked the ring out of the box and examined it. She'd been playing him from the start...and while that present probably earned the lion a blowjob or five, she probably considered it a small price to pay for that kind of financial security. He'd kick off before long, and she'd be the sole heiress to whatever fortune he possessed.
I was about to turn my gaze towards a trio of females - two human and one tigress - when I heard the door open and close. I looked towards the entrance and my eyes widened slightly. Standing in the doorway was a snow-white wolf. She was certainly older than the females I'd been planning to look at, but the way she carried her age...that air of sensual confidence...I took a somewhat larger mouthful of scotch than usual.
She removed her black long coat, revealing a red dress with a rather dangerous slit up the side...the kind that left very little to the imagination. Her amber eyes scanned the sea of tables for a few moments before she decided to take a seat at the bar. She ordered what looked like a martini and sipped at it lazily, her other paw absently tapping out the band's beat on the bar. Her muzzle bore that confident yet bored look so many older femmes get...the kind that tells you they're in no mood for any bullshit.
Alas, it seemed that such a look's message was lost on a so many. A few of the campus types, all of them pretty well gone by this point, were now eyeing her up. I could hear them egging each other on, all of them telling each other to 'go for it, man...go get some o' that bitch.' I couldn't help but smile as one of them finally got to his feet and staggered towards the bar...this was going to be interesting.
I was pretty sure this particular panther was no stranger to sex. His inebriation aside, he certainly carried himself with some innate confidence. She spotted him the moment he'd stood up, and merely continued to nurse her drink as he approached. Part of me wished I'd taken a spot closer to the bar, so I could hear the exchange between the two. I could only imagine the panther trying whatever pickup lines his slurred speech could properly deliver, and the wolfess slowly reeling him in before shutting him down but good.
My suspicions on the latter were spot-on, it seemed, for the panther soon walked away, his head hung low. I chuckled softly, and whispered a quiet 'thanks for playing' before returning my attention to the wolfess at the bar. A young human hotshot in an expensive suit was the next contestant for the evening. Doubtless he was trying to impress her with the size of his wallet. I had to admit that it was a smart play; her drink was by no means inexpensive, and that dress had designer written all over it. Again, though, she only half-listened to the human's overtures before dismissing him with a wave of her paw.
Unfortunately, the human was the type that didn't handle rejection well, and was escorted out of the place by the bouncers for raising his hand to slap her. My stomach clenched at that, and I couldn't stop a low growl from escaping my throat. Flag on the play...that human nearly broke the rules of the game. The art of seduction and wooing was for the pragmatist, not the over-anxious. It also rarely ended in success, but when it did...
She worked her way through two more martinis, alternately drinking and artfully dodging the many suitors who came her way. The last one proved to be quite the challenge. He was an elegantly dressed husky, whose voice I could only imagine to be thick with some exotic foreign accent. His overtures to her made her smile and giggle, and his caresses, though not inappropriate, made her shiver. I downed my scotch, watching with interest this scene. Would he finally get through? Would she relent to his advances?
Oh...so close. I didn't know what she said, but he finally stepped away with a smile and bow of acquiescence. My eyebrow rose at this; he was a player...he knew the game and had apparently been playing it for a while. His near-success in landing the wolfess was proof enough of that. I couldn't help but smile and offer an empty-glassed salute to him. Of all the players that evening, he'd come the closest.
I watched as the wolfess slid off her barstool and made her way towards the restrooms. I felt a pressing need to do the same and rose from my chair slowly. I walked towards the small hallway leading to the restrooms, making sure there was enough time between the wolfess' arrival and my own to dissuade any suspicious thoughts as to my intentions.
I pushed open the door and noticed the place was empty...at least I thought it was until I heard the click of the door latch. I turned towards the door to see the wolfess standing before me, her amber eyes glowing seductively.
"You've been watching me all night," she said, her voice dripping with venomous lust. "I was wondering when you were going to make your move."
I could smell her arousal and I breathed it in deeply. Her musky scent made my sheath twitch. "Sometimes," I said, "the best way to play the game, is not to play at all."
"So," she said with a fake pout, "I'm not worthy of you, is that it?"
"Quite the contrary," I countered. "I must have done something right...after all, you're the one in the men's washroom...and you're the one who just locked the door." I smiled ferally as she chuckled. She couldn't deny the logic, and her growing scent told me the battle of wits was now over.
She crashed into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I returned the embrace and our muzzles locked in a deep, soul-searing kiss. Our tongues battled fervently against one another and my paw slid down to cup her asscheek. She moaned as I squeezed it, one of her paws reaching down between us to get at my belt. Within moments I felt my pants loosen and slide down my legs.
I hoisted her onto the counter and pulled her dress up. As I'd suspected, she wasn't wearing any underwear and her swollen, dripping sex greeted my sight. I inhaled again, letting her scent bring out more of the beast in me. I nearly tore off my boxers in an effort to free my throbbing erection. She wasted no time and grabbed my cock, pulling me forwards and aiming it at her pussy.
We both moaned as I slid into her in one stroke. There was no need for foreplay here. Her body was burning with need and I was there to fulfill it. I bucked my hips into her, my cock pistoning in and out of her hot, wet hole. She may not have been as tight as some of those younger females I'd seen tonight, but what she lacked in youthful friction she more than made up for with experience.
Tenderness and romance weren't in this part of the playbook. The seduction part of this game was long past, and all that remained now was the claiming of our prizes. My jaws clamped down on her neck, hitting that one sensitive spot that sends a female into erotic bliss. My hips slammed my meat in and out of her wet, willing pussy at a feral, frenzied pace.
I heard her breathing grow ragged...I could tell she was getting close. Like me, she wasn't looking for any kind of romance. She'd come to this pub looking to scratch an itch and by the gods she was going to be satiated one way or the other. I felt her legs wrap themselves around me and she arched her hips so that every in-thrust of my cock grazed her clit harshly. She quivered and stifled more moans of pleasure, and I knew she wouldn't last much longer.
I felt my knot begin to swell at the base of my cock, and she noticed it too. "Y...yeah," she moaned. "F...fuck it into me...ah...oh gods..." She started grinding her hips harder, trying to force my growing knot into her. "Yeah...that's it," she growled. "Tie me...make me your bitch, baby...ahhh..."
I thought briefly of her other suitors...the ones still out there, either wondering where she went or currently pursuing new conquests. Oh, had they but known what they'd missed. All their plays...all their attempts at winning her over, and here she was now, at my mercy, begging for my knot. She'd said earlier that she'd noticed me the moment she'd walked in, which meant she knew how this game was going to end before it had even begun. Some would consider that unfair, but in this game, fairness was for the faint-hearted.
The feel of my fully-swollen knot bumping up against her pussy snapped my thoughts back to the present. I tried to keep thrusting into her but she was having none of it. With a growl her legs gripped me tighter and her hips went to work, forcing that last bit of me into her. She whined with each unsuccessful attempt and bore down that much more.
I stifled a moan into her shoulder as I felt her pussy widen...barely...to accommodate my intruding knot. We both strained, grunted, and whined until it finally passed into her, swallowed by her sex. Her eyes shot open in surprise the moment it popped inside her, and I thought she was going to scream in pain. Instead she pulled me into another soul-searing kiss to stifle her howl as I felt her body tense. Her pussy convulsed around my cock, making an already tight fit almost painful.
I could hold back no longer. As she clamped down on me I felt my balls tighten and my hips jerk uncontrollably. She came again as the first hot splash of my seed spilled into her. My body jerked and spasmed with each spurt, and I felt my vision grow spotty. It felt as though I was doing more than merely cumming into her...I was pouring my entire essence into her being.
Finally, we both felt our bodies relax. My cock stopped twitching and I exhaled loudly. My knot began to shrink, and before long it slipped out of her pussy, along with the rest of my length. I helped her off the counter and into one of the stalls so she could get herself cleaned up, and I did the same.
After a few minutes we both emerged from the stalls and looked at each other. She still had that look of smoldering sensuality in her eyes, but it was fading fast. It was being replaced by a somewhat brighter, if more mischievous look...one that I could only imagine I was also conveying.
She smiled, and then started to giggle quietly. I couldn't help but chuckle as the last of our facades finally faded away. We embraced each other lovingly and I heard her sigh. "Just like the first time," she said.
"I don't know," I said. "I thought that husky at the end stood a real chance."
"Oh," she sighed. "He just reminded me of how you used to be...all eager and charming...the romantic type."
"Used to be?" I asked in mock offense. She looked at me and smiled.
"Oh, you know what I mean," she said, giving my nose a little lick. "Guess we should get out of here, hm?"
I nodded and reluctantly let her go, but not before one last kiss as she unlocked the door and slipped out. While waiting to leave so as to dissuade any suspicion I stared into the mirror. I could almost see that young, eager wolf she was talking about...the one who, in this very place, had seduced and taken her on this very counter ten years ago.
Every year, on the anniversary of that night we return here to re-live how we used to play the game...and how on that night...we both won.
The End.