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The pounding of the techno beat rippled through the club and vibrated the floor and the walls. It hammered out a song that had been remade a hundred times, an ancient song remade with a weaving tune that turned it into something new and strange. The club was filled with those that danced and twisted to the tones in wild revelry that wouldn't have been out of place around a fire. Their forms twisted and writhed, drunk on endless liquor and their own fanciful highs as they lost themselves to the night. It was a place of sin and sinners, a place that had once held a prince whose parties had whispered through New Orleans as being decadent and strange. It had been rebuilt into the club and reopened under a new name, but a new name did not remake the past.

The owner was as much a prince as that long ago eastern man had been. They whispered about him up and down the streets. The club was so far away from the parties that twisted through the city that only a few diehard fans came here. And even they often only found their way to it through invitations passed word of mouth and, very rarely, through written business cards. It was here that Apollo lost himself to the music and the thick dark liquor that the bar served in endless supply. The jay flared his feathers like a costume around him as his cheeks felt hot under the flashing lights. He loved this club, he loved this place. The alcohol was cheap, the music wonderful and the company exotic. What else could he want.

"...more...bar.." One of his friends, a tall looking goat pushed against his side and yelled in his ear as he gestured across the room.

Apollo clicked his beak a few times as he picked out over the words through the music. "Yeah!" He bobbed his head and flipped his tail back a little. "Money!"

The conversation rarely was more than a few clipped words, but it was useless to try and talk over the music. He held out his hand towards the goat for money while the vibrating bass pounded in his chest and made his feet itch to pick up the dance. He was just drunk enough that he felt as if he could go all night without a break. Just drunk enough to feel annoyed at having to go back to the bar to deal with the bar tender and get drinks. But he was starting to sober up and he didn't want to lose the buzz he'd gotten since coming here. The goat shoved a wad of bills into the palm of his hand and gave him a shove.

The jay pushed his way in a slight dance across the room and made his way to one of the smaller bars tucked in one corner. The big bar was always filled up with far too many people, but the smaller ones could make simple drinks and had smaller lines. He pushed past a few of the bigger folks and nearly hopped over one person dancing low on the floor. He grinned with a clack of his beak as he stumbled up against the bar with a rough laugh. The line of bottles danced in front of his eyes as he sleeked the pale feathers down along his head. There weren't many of them; the small bars specialized in harder drinks after all.

"Whatcha?" The rough furred grey tabby that manned the bar tapped the bar in front of him to get his attention.

"Four shots of vodka, two glasses." He didn't really speak, but gestured with one hand and counted with his fingers.

The tabby cat gave him a short nod before he reached back to pick out a disreputable bottle and two larger shot glasses. While his drinks were being made he began to flare and contract his tail feathers to the timing of the techno beat. He didn't even know what time it was, but it didn't matter. The club always seemed to be open, open as long as he and his friends had the stamina to dance and drink. He wasn't that sure that the place had regular hours or if it was open twenty four hours a day. With that thought he perked up as the two shot glasses of clear liquor were dropped off by the bartender who opened up his paw for the money.

"What's this?" The voice was clear and sharp in his ear as a black and white hand reached in front of him.

Before Apollo could stop him the thick hoof tipped fingers wrapped around the glass and plucked it up to take the shot. The jay turned around in outrage to find himself nose to beak with a strange antelope looking creature that towered over him. The long muzzle was patterned in black and white and the head was crowned with a set of large sweeping horns. Pale amber eyes looked at him from over a skull patterned face as the stranger leaned up against the bar and shoved the second shot glass towards him with a grin.

"Piss, this vodka is piss." The antelope, or rather oryx, barked in a clear voice. Even over the music it was clear. "Drink up and I'll show you better."

'For my friend!" The jay called back and puffed up the feathers of his crest in annoyance. "You owe a double shot!"

"I'm good for it. Take your shot!" The oryx leaned back so Apollo was looking at the pale cream chest that was wrapped in a gleaming leather vest. It was undone so that the dark pierced nipples could be seen under it, the loops joined together by glow sticks rather than a normal ball.

He hesitated for a moment as he held his glass and then shrugged. It wouldn't be the first time that he'd been picked up in the club. Normally he found a way to wiggle out of the worst of the lot. He threw back the drink and winced at the sharp bite to the vodka, but he swallowed it down without a complaint. It warmed his belly and burned his throat on its way down, but it brought with it the familiar heat that made his beak quirk up at the edges in a grin. He set the shot glass down and barely gestured at the stranger, before one of the thick fingered hands hooked right around his lower arm and gave a tug.

"Let me show you something better." The oryx flashed a set of flat teeth and Apollo stumbled after him, guided by the tug.

Standing up, the jay had a better view of the stranger and the tall muscled body. The pants seemed to be painted on so that the leather strained over the curve of the ass and bulge at the front. Piercings rimmed his ears, nose, tongue and even belly button with each hoop being hooked together by a glow stick. The oryx seemed perfectly at home with dragging him across the club despite his feeble protests and glances back towards his friend. The music swirled around them both as the stranger led him straight towards the packed main bar. It was the one place that he tried to keep himself away from when here. It was packed four people deep at the thinnest part of the crowd.

To his surprise the oryx made a gesture with hoof tipped fingers and a few people cleared away as he moved to slip past the crowd and towards the back of the bar. A few people looked up with surprise and then moved out of the way. No one tried to stop the man as he leaned over and snagged a bottle of something dark black and unmarked from behind the bar and tugged the bird through a door. He tried to dig his feet in, but the stranger didn't seem to want to let him go. He was pulled past a door that swung in and led into a darkened back room with only small light centered towards the back. The weighted door shut behind him with a slam that suddenly made the world devoid of sound and even base. It was like suddenly stepping into a bubble that made his ears feel fuzzy.

"Creole." The one word made him jerk and swing his eyes back to the oryx who let go of his hand and sprawled out in a chair. "Have a drink of the good stuff."

"What?" Apollo felt dazed as a crystal cut glass was filled and offered to him. He took it a bit hesitantly as the stranger grinned with flat blunt teeth.

"Creole. My name is Creole, darlin'" The last word drawled out of Creole's mouth and rolled off the tongue. "Drink it down now. That's a fine old brew for you."

"Uh, Apollo." The jay felt off kilter as he shifted and looked about for another chair that he could sit in as well, but the room was devoid of it. "Thanks for the drink."

The bird tilted his head back and poured a shots worth of the liquor down. It hit his tongue in a sharp sting of hard alcohol and the taste of something sweet laced through it. He swallowed down and it felt like fire rushing down his throat and to his belly. The heat of it curled inside of him and he barely got the first drink down before going for the next drink. His eyes never left Creole as he sipped his own drink a bit more lazily. He didn't know where the buck had come from or what he was doing, he hadn't even realized that there was a back room here. It was vaguely surreal to know there was noise and a crush of bodies just beyond the door.

"I like... talking to customers now and then. I've seen you dancing here almost every weekend for the last month." Creole sipped his drink. "Makes me wonder what the attraction is that continues to draw you here."

"You own this place?" Apollo fluffed his feathers upwards along the top of his head in surprise. "I like it. It's a good place to drink and dance." The jay parted his beak in a slight grin. "Well, kinda if you don't mind the harsher stuff."

He took another drink, and another. It started a conversation that seemed to have absolutely no point that the bird could follow, but it was interesting as they drank. They talked about the club, the city, the streets, the way that it had been changed and how it was changing. The more they talked, the more he started to drink. The heat of the thick liquor filled his mouth with the sharp tastes of spices and sweetness while he began to feel flushed and hot. He had already been on the edge of being drunk when he had first gone to the bar, but as the conversation progressed he tipped over the edge. His feathers puffed up in a relaxed state while he began to drawl out answers and slur words on accident. It was harder to concentrate on the conversation as he had to keep standing and found it harder to keep himself steady.

The oryx was intelligent and quick witted, even as he drank as heavily. He probed about Apollo's past and started to hint at what he did outside of his times in the French Quarter. He spoke of his club and how he had started it, of the people he knew and of what he did within the bounds. The more he spoke, the longer it took the jay to answer as he found himself watching the strange white and black face. The grinning skull like pattern that blurred and stood out in the single light. It was hard to think of anything except watching the smiling pattern enlarge and contract as he spoke. Everything in the room blurred except for that visage. It became almost luminescent in the light, all consuming, all important.

"P-pardon." He slurred and blinked as he realized the oryx was watching him as he swayed back and forth. "Didn't hear ya."

"You didn't have to." Creole's laughter was purring as hoof tipped fingers reached out and plucked his glass from his nerveless fingers. "Ahh jes' what Ah been waitin' for."

In the span of a heart beat the oryx's tone changed from the crisp clear words to something slow and sweetly accented. Apollo blinked slowly and his mind refused to concentrate on the shift in words, it refused to concentrate on anything but the rolling dizzy feeling that made it hard to stand. Creole stood up in front of him and the skull patterned face seemed to multiply as it moved. The trail of them faded and brightened while he tried to take a step back and swayed a bit more. Laughter echoed round the room and made his head vibrate. He could barely react to it except to try and concentrate on the sound of movement around him. Something was wrong, seriously wrong.

"Ahhh no no, chere, now don't ya go runnin'" Creole's voice continued to echo as he stumbled backwards.

He only got a step back before something wrapped around his throat. It bit down over his larynx and for a moment all air was cut off while he gaped his beak open and wheezed as he jerked backwards to try and loosen the bond. His chest hit right against the oryx's chest as the strap was fastened down and pinned the feathers down flat. A hot breath tickled against his cheek and one hand moved to slip around his waist to force him back a bit more firmly. He tried to focus his eyes, he tried to see more clearly so he could get away. The dim light of the lamp made it hard, but he was able to lunge to one side and the door. His feathers sleeked flat against his body when he was swung dizzily around and the room was plunged into the darkness.

"'Ey! Stoppit!" He slurred out and tried to wriggle free. "Turn on th' light."

"No, ya don't need the light now, pretty bird." The voice murmured in her ear and a muzzle rubbed against the side of his head. "Down ya get."

The darkness wasn't absolute. His dilated pupils picked up neon swirls of gold and purple, streaks of green danced in front of him while he tried to find out which direction the door came from. His attempt at orienting himself was lost as his body was spun away and he tumbled towards the ground. He hit the ground on his knees and cried out before crawling forward. The ground flashed with golds and green sparks that didn't pierce the darkness so much as flash through it. He moved a hand up and felt leather around his throat and something hard and smooth beaded into it. He moved his hand around and fumbled for the latch, but he never got the chance.

A hand gripped against the back of his neck and shoved him forward before the world was filled with foreign murmurs. They rippled and echoed in the strange darkness and seemed to whisper right into his ear as they drawled out in almost musical tones. Light flared in front of him, light that never showed him the room but cut through the night like room. The gold band snapped forward to twist around his arm and a red band snapped out to wrap around the other. The pressure and heat twisted from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder as a very real physical presence, despite the fact he could see his feathers beneath them.

A sharp foreign word caused the bands to snap upwards and his body was hauled upwards with his arms yanked high above him. His shoulders ached as he twisted and kicked in protest, but the sparks of light ribboned out to snap over his body. His back arched upwards in a short cry as they slipped beneath his clothing and a hand rubbed up along his bank. He kicked his legs briefly, but he was caught by the strange gleaming lights and yanked outwards. He couldn't move! He tried to protest, but there was little he could do as he felt his clothing being peeled off of him. His stomach turned just a little bit as the air ruffled his bare feathers and along the curve of his belly as his pants slid down him. He didn't even know if it was because of hands grabbing and peeling them off or the strange magic that hummed through the room.

"Do you feel it, darlin'?" A hot voice whispered in his ear. "Price o' the drink, chere. The price.. obedience."

The last word was drawled out slowly and thickly, but it rolled through his bound form. He squeezed his eyes shut to block out the strange bits of light that twisted around him and held him restrained, but it didn't help the wave of dizziness. The word vibrated through him and his stomach felt almost burningly hot while he tried to curl forward. He sucked in a sharp breath and cried it out again as the tension started to leave his body and a thick nailed finger slipped along the curve of his feathered stomach. It ruffled right along the edge of his chest and roused the feathers before smoothed them back down again. Where the fingers touched her nerves felt as if it were afire with pleasure and his back arched upwards suddenly.

When the fingers slipped down lower he gave a low groan as his body reacted eagerly, almost too eagerly. He gave a short arching buck as his girth began to harden and fill out. It raised upwards as a spire that brushed against the soft downy feathers and he gave a short twisting buck upwards. Apollo opened his beak in a groan that was mingled protest and need combined as fingers traced right along the edges of his cock tip. Where they touched an intense rush of pleasure flooded him and he gave a driving buck upwards into them. He almost hit his peak as he panted out in short sharp sounds as he sucked in a shuddering breath and cried it out again. The digits wrapped around his cock and squeezed as the press of the oryx rubbed along his back.

The thumb rubbed up to swirl back and forth right along the tapered tip of his cock and slowly started to pump up and down slowly. The heat building up as he arched his hips upwards and tried to push harder into the touch while the first slippery rolls of precum drooled down along the edges and over the fingers that held him. It wasn't like anything he had ever felt before. It was an almost painful moment of pleasure and need that shoved him back against Creole and he felt the oryx's spire rubbing right along the base of his back as he was held. He wasn't even entirely sure this was reality, not with the way that he was experiencing the sudden shifts of pleasure and need. Every part of his body almost ached with it and he writhed backwards and twisted himself against the body behind him.

"Please.." He panted shallowly and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"Please what, darlin'?" The voice whispered and his legs were jerked upwards suddenly. The heat of the bands tightening as his legs were lifted higher into the air and spread apart.

"Don't stop." He gasped the words out as his hips were raised just a touch higher.

The world was dizzy and strange as he tried to orient himself, but it was hopeless. He couldn't quite think right and when he did it was snatched away by the need that seemed to hold him as much a prisoner as the magic that held him suspended from the ceiling. He let out a guttural groan and the weight behind him shifted. He cried out in protest as the fingers left his hardened shaft, but the cry turned into a near squeal as something hot and hard pushed beneath his tail. He wasn't ready, he wasn't even prepared when suddenly the boned cock shoved inside of him. The hot dribbles of precum eased the way as his body was forced to stretch around it. It left him gasping and twisting, but he couldn't even move away as the steady penetration strained his walls and made him clench down around it.

A set of blunt teeth bit down on the back of his neck as Creole's hips rolled behind him in a slow deliberate sway that plunged the tip in deep and then drew it out slowly to send another tremor of pleasure through him. He let out a raucous sound of pleasure just as the tip plunged upwards again. It sank in until he felt the orbs hitting beneath him as the fingers slipped up to caress along his chest and spread outwards with a brush of nails. The heat flowed through him and pounded in time with his hammering heart beat. Nothing mattered, nothing except the need that built up inside of him like a wave and made him writhe and buck backwards against the grip behind him. His entire body felt locked and trapped, but gloriously so.

The teeth dug harder against the scruff of his neck and pulled backwards firmly so that his back started to form an arch while his own hard cock rubbed along his belly. A hot splash of his precum wet down the feathers along his belly even as it was echoed in a splatter inside of his smooth rippling passage. He clenched down around the girth as the tip of the oryx's cock slid right along the edge of his prostate so that he lunged upwards and cried out. His bucking attempts moved his tip along his feathers, but didn't give him the sensation he wanted. The jay bucked backwards and felt the strange bands that formed his restraints clamp down around his legs and yank them up. He was forced to hold still no matter how he tried fight against it.

"Please.." He hissed the words out as his cheeks flushed and the hips froze mid thrust. It nearly made him cry out as the cock pulsed inside of him, but no longer stroked him.

"Beg me, pretty bird." The teeth released his neck and purred in his ear. "Beg your Master, chere, an' Ah'll give ya satisfaction."

"P-Please, Master." He gasped out and his stomach turned as he used the word, but his mind was fogged over and lost in the heat of need. It made him reckless and shameless.

"That is not beggin', darlin'." The hips remained still, and he clenched tightly around them and tried to relive even the sensations of being fucked. Even if it wasn't the feel of a hand around his cock, it was at least something!

"Master, I-I want you to fuck me." His upper body squirmed in humiliation as his cheeks flushed. "Touch me, fuck me, use me, please, Master. I-I"ll do anything, just touch me again. St-stroke me, rub me, anything! I just want.. want to feel it. Master, please."

"Good, slave." The voice purred and ever so slowly the hips pushed upwards and the feel of the thickened girth stretching him open again nearly made him go off right then and there.

The slow thrusts built up again, plunging in balls deep and dragging back out as he was violated. He didn't care, he didn't care about anything but the heat that started to build up again. The hand wrapped around his cock and made him arch his back and gape his beak open. The gentle touch teased upwards right along the tip of his cock and pulled back down to give a feather light stroke right around the base. Thick gobs of precum welled out from him and drooled down his shaft as he gave himself over to nothing more then simple mindless pleasure. The darkness echoing with the slap of flesh on flesh and the low pleasured growls of the oryx that slammed into him and dragged back out. The deliberate strokes caressing him so deeply that he was left shaking in the restraints.

The touch of the fingers formed into a fist that started to pump him in time with the thrusts. The first few were enough and his cheeks burned in shame as he wasn't even able to hold back. The coiled heat burned through his body as just a handful of thrusts pushed him to the edge and he cried out. His body tensed and struggled against the restraints that suspended him and his ass clenched tightly around the boned corvine cock that hammered into him. The length of him throbbed and sent out a hot jet of cum to splatter against his stomach feathers and drooled down to coat over Creole's hand as he groaned and shamelessly rolled his hips back and forth as much as possible. He barely heard the angry snarl, but he felt the cock suddenly yank free of his aching quivering passage.

"Master!" He called the word out even as the bands on his legs yanked upwards. The bands of light caught the corner of his eyes as a white skulled face loomed over him. The pale fur glowed even without light and there was a glimpse of something scarlet and glistening. The oryx's cock was held just in front of his muzzle and drooled out thick precum. The shaft that had used and violated him was held just over his beak, almost glowing with its own magic.

"You are mine, chere, in every way."

Creole's cum coated hand reached down and gripped his beak so that he was yanked forward. He tried to twist away, but the hold was firm as something hot and thick splattered out over his face and feathers. He jerked his head to the side as thick oryx scented cum spurted out onto his beak and meshed with his white feathers in the darkness. It seemed to burn as hotly as the liquor had going down his throat while he squeezed his eyes shut. He could still feel it, smell it, taste it as it oozed along the corners of his beak and coated his tongue. It smelled like oryx. No. It smelled sweet and spicy. It smelled like dark thick liquor that rolled down his throat and formed heat in his stomach.

He cried out again as the world swam with darkness, lust and heat. He screamed as his Master mounted him again. He screamed as the world faded away to hot pleasures of the flesh and desire that took away all dignity and left only the desire to serve. He whimpered and begged for each touch of the hand that commanded him as magic sliced through the night and twisted his body. The jay knew nothing but the white skulled face and the sweet deep voice that commanded him. And the night swallowed him whole and dragged him down to the darkest corners of depravity and perversion. He willingly dove into those depths.

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Apollo woke up feeling as if he'd been hit by a truck and then backed over a few times. His beak was dry, his head pounded and his stomach was letting him know in no uncertain terms that he had over indulged. His body ached. Everything ached. His beak was sore right along the jaw and his back gave a spasm of protest as he forced himself out of his bed and unsteadily onto his feet. His head was pounding so hard that he thought someone was trying to wedge an ice pick into it. He stumbled into the bathroom groaning and fumbling for anything that resembled a painkiller to ease it. The bright overhead light just made his hang over worse. He fumbled for the light, but when he couldn't turn it off he gave up and cracked open an eye to try and get his search over quickly.

Despite the pain he froze as he stared at himself in the mirror and the mussed sticky feathers that decorated his face. It wasn't the state of his feathers but his throat that he found himself staring at. A broad black leather strap wrapped around his neck and gleamed in the light. It was sewn with what looked like metallic gold thread along the edges. There were three bands right in the middle, each one made of carved bone and dyed with vivid almost glowing colors. A gold one, a purple one and a green one. As he stared at it, he could have swore that pulsed with a vivid neon glow before fading back to dyed bone again.

"It wasn't a dream.."

He swallowed and tasted something thick, dark and sweet lingering on his tongue. It was something he needed. It was something that could melt down the throat in a line of fire and heat. It was something that one craved as surely as the body craved air. His stomach clenched and he stared at himself over his beak. He had to have it again. He had to taste it again. He needed to have it. It was the liquor that roused the sweetest need that he had ever experienced. As he stared at his eyes he watched glowing gold, green and purple twist and spin around his pupil.

"Master.." He whispered and he imagined he heard a deep rolling laughter echo in his mind. Only ten more hours until he could return.