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The night life isn't for everyon! Toxic fumes coughed out from cigarettes would burn holes in your lungs. Bottles of Jack Daniels would be swiftly emptied into thirsty drunk muzzles by the barkeep. The air in salons would become heavy and damp, roughing up already dry and dirty furs. Fortunately, I'm just used to it.

"Jerry's Salon" is a place for most lone wolves like me. Most of them are heart-broken canines wishing for physical comfort, others are merely there for the decent brandy they served. I was, during that night, both kinds; heartbroken and thirsty.

Among us wolves, we call this place "The Den," where occasionally packs would get together and discuss about latest events. Even if it's 21st century, the tradition of being in a group with our own kin has never perished within our hearts.

I made my way towards my usual table near the little stage which supported a dusty grand piano. Noticing that the salon was already brimful with smoke, I hung the coat of my black tux upon the chair on which I would be seated for the rest of the night. Or so I thought... White sleeves were clumsily rolled up, showing my dirt-grey fur which covered my arms and paws. My tail swayed a little behind the chair as my leather shoes shimmered under the light which was dulled by the smoke. Loosening my red bowtie and unbuttoning the first few buttons of my shirt, I leaned back on the chair and sighed heavily before looking around with a stern expression.

It was too humid and warm for a tuxedo, which I'm not necessarily required to wear as an Alpha. However I like how it looks on my lean body. My pack members sure did take their time as I could see none of them arriving through the heavily guarded entrance.

"May I take your orders, sir?" an otter asked. I looked up to him with a mocking expression. "Aren't you too young to work in an all-male parlour, kid?" I said, before ordering a pint of beer. He went off with a smirk on his muzzle and attended to other wolves.

Soon, a newly found group of jazz players went up to the stage. One of them was a weasel who took out his cello from its case, while a brown hare made his way to the drum set. A silver trumpet reflected some of the stage lighting into my face for a moment as it was held by a large bear. All were suited in black attire. Completing the quartet was a fox who sat in front of the dusty grand piano with his snow-white smoking jacket.

My back arched a little, and my ears flickered towards the vulpine as I moved my muzzle closer towards the stage. My eyes focused on the lush colour of red which tainted the fur of the vulpine tail. It swayed with the rhythm of the song (which surprisingly wasn't a poor rendition of "Save the Last Dance for Me"). I grinned; solely listening to the melody sung by that talented fox. His highs as elegant and smooth as his lows. The red fox mesmerised me. His dark brown paws glided across the keyboard with such grace and discipline. His crimson ears were gently folded back as he took deep breaths, making his fragile chest rise and sink. Sometimes I would see his hind paws, which were encaged within black and white trimmed swing shoes, tap with the beat.

"Excuse me, sir!" The waiter came anew, placing my order on a coaster before sliding it near my paw. "Sir, I can't help but notice your amazement for Mathew!" that cheeky little otter said with glee before he pulled out a chair and sat down next to me. I turned my head unwillingly towards him and frowned. "Aren't you supposed to work?" I replied, with a hint of annoyance in my deep rusty voice. "I wasn't supposed to work for a long time now sir! I'm just here to make a litte extra 'dough' to pay for my university fee, just like what my friend Matt is doing there!" He leaned back and crossed his legs before pointing at the dazzling fox without me leaving his sight. My faded yellow eyes glanced at him as dark brown ones stared back. "Tell me m---" "If you want to know more about my friend there, then that'd be 20 pounds...sir!" With a little grin, he leaned on his elbows, moving his muzzle closer to mine. I knew he added 'Sir' just to wind me up!

The otter and I soon left the building before the band could finish playing their last song for the night. He walked with his casual vest hung over his shoulder as I followed suit. To be frank, it took me quite a lot of willpower to let that fox out of my sight; but considering the fact that the waiter was roommates with him and that he would let me enter their accommodation for a lousy 20 pounds, I did not complain much as we slowly walked down the main street under the rain. It was well-lit by street lights while the stars and the Moon glittered above in the night sky. Some car zoomed by, splashing dirty rain water onto the sidewalk.

Soon, I saw half a dozen wolves strutting in their suits and under their umbrellas. "Boss!" one of them, whose name was Anthony, exclaimed while spreading his arms for an embrace. Taking my future successor into my arms and patting on his back, I gave a subtle nod at the rest of my pack who stood behind him. They lowered their heads a little. "We were about to go the Den!" I broke off the embrace and chuckled. A more confident and young wolf than Anthony was quite hard to find. He came freshly from the U.S., but has his origins in Italy so naturally he owned the trade mark accent which could only be found in "The Godfather" movies.

"I can see that, but some important matter just came up so you, as Beta, will lead tonight's meeting; is that clear?" I announced. "Sure thing, boss!" the younger, more energetic wolf exclaimed. Anthony was about to signal and lead the pack to the Den when the local church struck half past 11. The otter turned towards me. "Look mister! Matt's driving, and if he arrives at our place before I introduce him to you, he will probably go to sleep!" the otter said, before adding that the fox would surely be not in the mood for small talk after being woken up, especially by some stranger. "But if you tell your buddies to stop a red beetle at this crossing and have him take the longer route back to the apartment, then we might be there earlier."

Not long after I commanded my pack to divert the fox's path to a longer one, I found myself looking around the living room of the college students. My light brown trench coat dripped dirty rain water from the hanger in the hallway. With only my white shirt, black trousers and shiny leather shoes, I sat down on the couch. "He'll be back anytime now!" the otter said as he entered the living room with a glass of orange juice and stood next to the sofa. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow. "It's not beer, I know; but at the moment all I can afford is to serve beer, not buy it!" He smiled and handed me the glass before walking towards the door again. "I'll let you make yourself at home! The remote is on the coffee table if you want to watch BBC or whatever. Just keep it quiet. I'll be heading to bed now! Important test tomorrow! Yadi yada, student stuff, you know the drill..." He slipped out of the room with swift footsteps.

And so I waited for a while until I heard the door unlock. My ears perked up and turned towards the direction of the sound. A confused grunt came from the hallway, probably caused by my wet coat. "You will not bloody believe what just happened!" the fox exclaimed as he proceeded towards the living room. "Some bunch of wolves told me the main road was under construction, and I had to take the country ro--." "Hi!" I interrupted him while standing up from the couch and gazing at the surprised fox who stood with his white jacket around his arm. He was smaller than I thought. "Who are y--" "Your friend let me in. He said I could stay here for the night." Matthew tilted his head and gave a confused smile. "Alright then,..." He turned around to head towards his room, but I quickly walked up towards him and grabbed his arm. He yelped in surprise and turned his head to face me! "What the hell is wro---"

I kissed him. My grey whiskers entangled with his youthful ones. My eyes firmly shut as I felt my tongue invade his warm muzzle. Covering his own tongue with my salvia, I explored his wet maw. I let him out of my grasp before succumbing to my basic instincts. My arms went around his torso as my rough paws began to massage his firm and round ass cheeks. Soon, I pressed his hip firmly against mine as the outlines of our sheaths were grinded up against each other. I could feel the heat emitting from his groin. His little dark paws were pressed against my chest, feeling up my muscles and fur through the fabric of my shirt. I took the base of his tail into my paw and lifted it so I could slide my other paw down his trousers.

His fur was smooth to the touch, and as my clawed digits traced their way to his tight pucker, I could feel his breath becoming faster. Drool emerged from the side of my muzzle while my dulled out claw circled the outline of his tail hole before I plunged my index finger into him. He gasped and broke the kiss. Looking up into my eyes, Matthew let his tongue hang out from the side, panting with his maw wide open. His emerald irises shimmered under the dim light from the living room. I glanced down at him with a lusty grin as I slowly fingered and prepared his hole for the night to come.

"W-what big eyes you have!" His voice cracked a little, which caused him to blush deeply and caused me to let out a low chuckle. I bent down and brought my muzzle under his and began to lick and nibble his soft neck fur. A quiet giggle came out from his throat after he pushed us apart; or rather, I let him push us apart. The heat, which had built up between us, escaped into the air. My powerful scent mingled with his own. The tips of his dulled, clawed fingers caressed my chest through my shirt for a moment. "Come with me, handsome!" Mathew giggled. His smile tugged on the strings in my heart and in my pants.

I followed him towards his room like a predator stalking its prey. My eyes were on the perfectly round arse, which made my already hard cock throb with anticipation. Of course, that sly fox lifted his tail the whole way putting on a great tease for me.

On the way, I stripped myself from my shirt, keeping my black trousers. I was tugged into his small bedroom which was accommodated with a normal sized bed, a desk and a closet.

The red beauty started to strip for me as I sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning on one paw while the other fondled the bulge I had in-between my legs. Slowly, he took off his white-collared shirt, bearing his white chest and belly fur. Then, he turned away from me, showing me his blood red back before bending down and lifting his tail high in the air. Tugging his white pants down with only his thumbs, he presented his tight white shorts to me. I saw him sliding out from the trousers, and he walked towards me with his hip swaying seductively, the outline of this sheath and balls clearly visible.

At this point, my tongue was hanging out, and i was panting uncontrollably as he placed his soft, dark-brown paws on my legs, spreading them a little. Our muzzles neared each other; I licked my lips. My mind was in a haze as I leaned in for a lick, but the fox nudged me away and grinned. With painfully slow pace, he lapped his tongue from my neck towards my pubic fur as he bent down and kneeled in between my legs. The grip I had on my bulge was replaced by the fox nuzzling this face into my groin. My paw scratched the back of his head while he rubbed my musky scent into his fur. My hind paws slid out from their confinements and rubbed against his swelling crotch. The strong male scent from my groin was clearly making the other male excited, which intensified with my socked hind-paws fondling his sheath.

Soon, I tugged down my trousers and underwear before falling onto my back. My paw was still petting his head as my cock popped out from my sheath. I heard a low gasp from Mathew as he admired my 8-inch manhood. I made a sudden shudder as he opened his maw and took the tip of my canine cock into this warm muzzle. Gently, his paws nudged and massaged my musky, sweaty balls as he stretched out his tongue to lap on the underside of my cock, rubbing against all the sensitive spots I had. Some of his drool slid down and wet the fur that covered my balls. The fox, feeling his saliva coating my sack, started to rub it into my fur which, mixed with the sweat, created an intense musk.

Instinctively, I started humping his maw with a slow rhythm at first; but soon, as the fox adjusted his bobbing against my thrusts, I began speeding up. His maw coated my red, glistering rod with his drool as I rewarded him with some of my pre-cum.

"What b-big cock you have!" Mathew moaned as he started lowering himself onto my dick. I could see his smaller cock pressing against the fabric of his shorts and creating a wet patch of pre-cum.

Moaning, I felt my knot forming at the base of my cock. Without saying a word, Mathew climbed up onto the bed with me, placing his knees next to the sides of my body. Sliding his underwear down against his rump, I guided the fox onto my throbbing, drool covered cock tip by holding the sides of his hips with my paws. Gasping at the size of just the tip, I couldn't help myself but chuckle as I slowly force myself to enter this tight tail hole. Grunting a little, I felt his warmth slowly surround my cock as it stretched the fox's tail hole larger and larger.

Soon, he placed his paws onto my chest and ran them through my fur as he rode me. With sloppy sounds, my cock entered and exited the warm and tight hole, while my knot pressed against his entrance with each thrust I made. Groaning and panting, the fox was in pure ecstasy as his tongue was idly hung out from his maw, dripping drool into my face. I couldn't resist anymore! His lustful expression, his soft paw pads against my chest, his heat around my hard dick; all of this and more made me want him to be tied with me.

I turned us around so that his legs were high up in the air and my body pressed down against his. Furiously, I started to give that fox the best fucking he ever had in his life. My cock pumped like a piston in and out of his now-loose tail hole while I bit down on his shoulder, smelling his scent. My thrusts made us jerk up and down the bed. "Oh yes! F-fuck me!" he yelled, wrapping his arms around my neck and tightening his arse around my cock. With one last thrust, I rammed my knot past his entrance, tying us together as I filled him up with my wolf semen. Knotting him pushed the fox over the edge, and he soon came through his shorts, covering our chest fur. I noticed the oozing from his loose tail hole as my load covered my pubic fur and his balls. Panting heavily, I licked the fox's shoulder which I bit on during my mating with him.

The next thing I remember after the afterglow was falling asleep on top of the smaller male after we manoeuvred ourselves under the cum covered bed sheets.

The next day

"So how was he?" I chuckled as I sat down with a cuppa tea in my webbed paws. "Was he gentle? Or a beast?"

"Haha..." Matt announced sarcastically. After taking a small sip from my cup, I placed it down onto the coffee table and leaned back on the couch as the morning breakfast show was airing. My vulpine friend just stood at the entrance of the living room, since someone got majorly fucked up the ass the previous night.

"If you and I continue luring horny wolves back to our place at this rate then maybe we'd be able to rent on time this month AND buy some books!" I laughed and looked at him.

He gave out a sly grin. "It was my idea by the way! So how much did you ask for this time?"

"20 pounds!" I said, before waving two tenners at Matt. "Too bad your charity band doesn't make any money though..." I sighed.

"Yeah, but this business is far more entertaining," Matt giggled and winked at me before I winked back.

This story (c) Douglas Fountaine

Edited by Hammerfist