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Spika Lipshar stood in line at 'The Den' with three others, as they waited to get in. He was a cheetah who danced at 'The Metro City Ballet Company', twenty years old, and lived off his inheritance from his family. Also standing in line was Wally Pisha. He was another ballet dancer at the same company, and also lived off an inheritance. They were both in the company's special presentation of 'The Princess Canine', a fairy tale ballet performance. Unfortunately due to a clumsy stair climb involving a cup of coffee, the fur who played the wolf prince fell and broke his leg.

Fortunately for the company, they were able to find a replacement dancer, a muscled husky named Lexter Alley. Lexter went to the university to study dance, and was regarded as a very capable dancer. Spika liked him. He seemed friendly, easy going, and he was a competent dancer. Wally REALLY liked him. Well, it was more like Wally wouldn't mind groping him, as Wally told Spika on numerous occasions. Unfortunately for Wally, Lexter was straight.

Spika was straight, and Wally was gay, and they were the best of friends. Also, they were roommates and the same age. On their spare time, Spika and Wally liked to go out to the local dance establishments and shake it up together, whether it was a gay bar, or a mixed nightclub. As long as the dance floor looked inviting, they enjoyed the party atmosphere of the like-minded company.

During their practice sessions at the ballet company, Wally kept pestering Lexter on what 'The Den' was like over and over again, the place where Lexter worked. Finally, Lexter relented and invited him to come along. Wally dragged Spika along, since Wally hated to go dancing alone.

Spika stood up straight and proud, dressed in his stylish dance outfit. It was designed to show off his nice cheetah physique. He stood at 173 cm tall, and weighed 80 kgs, and possessed the body of a seasoned ballet dancer. With his charm, good looks and physique, he could entice female furs to bed.

Wally was also dressed in his own stylish dance clothes that showed off his body. He was a leopard, and possessed the same height and weight as Spika. He also liked to entice male furs to bed with his nice physique and charm.

Also in line stood the main star of 'The Princess Canine'. She was a border collie named Sandra. She dressed in a very nice stylish blouse and dress slacks. She went with the three of them because of some sort of girlfriend trouble that Lexter was experiencing, and trying to fix.

However, Lexter dressed in old torn jeans and an old t-shirt it looked like he dug out of the trash. Spika kept eyeing Lexter's poor choice of fashion. I guess he can't afford much, he thought to himself.

Wally spoke up. "I hope this place is fun and moving. I came here to dance, and I want satisfaction." He looked to the husky with expectation.

Lexter rolled his eyes in annoyance. "For the umtheenth time, they have a good dance floor, and..." he glanced at the well-dressed company, "...a lot of furs who like to dance... and..." he trailed off on that note. He added "I'm sure you'll like it."

Spika began to shake his ass to a tune he had in his head. "I'll do anything once, as long as it's got a beat." He gave a flirtatious hip bump to Wally, who joined in on the insta-dance maneuver. They enticed Sandra, and the three of them began to shake it up. They entered their own private world of fun dancing and fur shaking.

The line advanced, and the four of them approached the doorman, a large sized sexy hyena named Randy. He dressed in a black mesh tank top and nice jeans. He was a good looking hyena who wore his weight well. Randy spotted Lexter, held out his arms to him and said in a deep and loving voice "Lexter! Husk! Howa doin'?"

Lexter replied "I'm doing good, Randy." Lexter stepped up to the hyena and hugged Randy. He stepped back and gave Randy a look-over. "Looking good!" The comment brought an instant smile to Randy.

Lexter asked "Hey Randy, can I invite my friends into 'The Den'? Please?" He gave Randy a pathetically goofy smile.

Randy whole-heartedly smiled back at the canine as he fastened a clasp around Lexter's wrist. "Hey, no problem, husk. A friend of yours is..." He gave a glance to Spika, Wally and Sandra and stopped talking as he winced. "...um... yeah... allowed in... uh..." He proceeded to attach wrist bands to each of them as he eyed their outfits with wonderment.

Lexter nodded his head. "Thanks Randy. I appreciate it."

Randy seemed amused by Spika, but he could not tell what it was about. What the fur is your problem, Spika wondered, as he got the claps around his wrist.

Randy attached the last wrist band as he tried to suppress a chuckle. "Do they know its 'Ugly Thursday' night?"

Lexter shrugged. "No. It's their first time."

He glanced at the stylish outfits one more time and chuckled. "You don't say." and waved them inside.

Spika wondered what the fur was 'Ugly Thursday' night. The four of them walked into 'The Den'.

'The Den' was a kind of pariah nightclub, in that it held the reputation of not attracting that many stylish furs. From what Wally and Spika heard, it was a gay bar that tended to be a bit sloppy and unkempt. They also heard it attracted the chubby fur chasers. Neither Spika nor Wally were into chubby furs, but decided to keep an open mind. "It might be fun." Wally kept telling Spika. Lexter spoke highly of it, though.

They entered the nightclub, and Sasha, Wally and Spika all stopped cold in their tracks. They stared at the patrons in the nightclub in complete shock, as they viewed the ugly and sloppy dressed furs about the place. Everywhere they looked, ugly furs seemed to exemplify their inner ugliness with their clothes and bodies. A few furs wore vaguely non-ugly outfits.

After a brief pause, Wally hesitantly spoke up. "So... uh... we're at... 'The Den'... uh..." he stammered to silence as the chemistry of the place permeated him. He kept searching out even one nicely dressed fur.

What the fur, Spika thought to himself. This place... is a rat hole. His gaze darted about the room from ugly fur to ugly fur in disgust.

Lexter shrugged. "It's 'Ugly Thursday' night. Sorry guys." He scanned the room and spotted someone in the far end. He turned to Sandra, grasped her paw and said "Come on." He led her through the crowd.

Wally slowly awoke from his shell shock and began to walk to the bar. He kept silent.

Spika tagged along with him. "This is all your fault, honey." Spika tartly said to Wally. Yes, Spika kind of sounded like the stereotypical gay fur, but he was generic-I-prefer-females straight. He didn't care about how others may guess his orientation, just so long as he bagged the females.

Wally glanced at his friend. "Me? How, fur-cheeks?" He began to strut and shake his ass and tail. It was a common maneuver he did whenever he entered a gay bar.

Spika flamboyantly exclaimed "Sugar, weren't you the one who kept pestering Lexter, til he nearly bit your head off? Weren't you the one who dragged me along?" He waved his paws about him.

Wally exhaled abruptly. "Well, no matter, hetro-dude. This is my territory, and I'm gonna win tonight, sweetie." He strutted right toward the bar.

Spika and Wally had an informal competition where whenever they both went to a nightclub; the first one out on the dance floor with someone would win. Never mind that they each liked to bed with different sexes, they both enjoyed a good shake on the dance floor regardless of the sex of the dance partner.

Spika followed Wally to the bar. Behind the bar stood a very tall polar bear who wore a black mesh shirt and jeans. His name tag said 'Lenny'. He nodded to them. He must be over two meters tall, Spika thought to himself.

Wally glanced at the alcohol behind the bar. "I'll have a..." He leaned back as he tried to make eye contact with the very tall polar bear. "...a..." He gave his drink order.

The polar bear silently nodded, and worked on the drink.

Wally leaned onto the bar, jutted out his ass, and waggled his spotted tail. This was a maneuver that Spika had seen many times called 'I'm a kitty and I want to play'. "Yer gonna lose, cupcake." He said to Spika.

Spika turned to face the dance floor annoyed, his arms folded and own tail swishing side to side. I'll show him, Spika thought.

Spika eyed the furs in the nightclub. It certainly was a large place. The atmosphere of the bar seemed generally upbeat, as furs focused more on having fun rather than looking a certain way. The dance floor was filled with furs dancing it up. The music definitely enticed Spika, as he longed to go out there and shake it up. He glanced back at Wally and said "Maybe this 'Den' isn't that bad. It looks fun."

Wally grunted as he received his drink. He kept his tail swishing in action.

Spika watched as a large ugly brown furred bear walked toward the bar. The ugly bear... the large ugly bear... the large really ugly bear not wearing a shirt... the very large very ugly chubby bear dressed only in a kilt (Spika kept revising his opinion as the bear got closer) was very ugly. Very very ugly. Other furs turned to the tall bear with favorable looks, as they took in his ugliness.

Spika also noticed a black furred kodiak bear working behind the end of the bar, wearing a cowboy hat, jeans and nothing else. His belly bulged out over his pants line as he wiped down the bar. Spika said to Wally "This gay bar sure has a lot of bears."

Wally grunted as he continued to swish his tail.

The ugly bear dressed only in a kilt approached the bar, gave a cursory glance at Spika, (Spika instantly smiled at him) before he began to examine the alcohol behind the bar. He stood over 180 cm tall, and a brief scratch to his groin revealed he didn't wear underwear.

Spika eyed the bear... the very ugly fat bear. I bet I can get him to dance, Spika thought to himself. Yeah, then I can win. With the smile still plastered to his face, he held out his paw and said in his friendliest voice "Hi. I'm Spika. What's your name?"

The bear glanced at him, gave his paw the slightest of touches. "Phobor" he said, and went back to examining the alcohol.

Undeterred by his failure to connect, Spika held his smile steady and said "So, can I buy you a drink?"

The bear turned to Spika and gave a lecherous smile down on him. "Yeah yeah, little kitty, now ya speakin' my language, there Spike." he said in a rough and unrefined voice. His eyes lit up as he ran his gaze up and down Spika's body with interest.

Spika was used to this (having received it so frequently from other gay furs), but the bear's gaze felt very... dirty. He faced the tall polar bear and gave his drink order while the bear gave his.

Spika turned back to the bear, and examined him. He noticed that the ugly bear possessed quite a bit of muscle, layered with fat evenly distributed on his body. His eyes wandered down to his belly, and noticed it was large and muscled, but not too much. His gaze went down to the kilt, and he examined the plaid pattern of the cloth. Interesting, he thought.

His attention focused on the outline of the bear's cock through the kilt under his large muscled belly. As he stared at it, he could make out all of the ridges, its girth, everything. The cloth wasn't that thick, so it showed off the details of the cock very well. Spika could even tell how long the cock was, as he examined the head outline. That sure is big, Spika thought to himself. I wonder how long it got when fully erect. Then, it moved.

Spika realized what he was staring at, and out of shock shifted his eyes straight up to Phobor's face.

Phobor was busy giving the cheetah a lecherous grin. "Like what 'cha see, little kitty?" he asked in a deep soft voice.

Spika jerked to face the bar in embarrassment. He hated being caught by gay furs when he sneaked a glance... at... it usually followed with the assumption that he was interested. Which he was not.

Phobor reached out and gently bumped Spika's shoulder. "Hey yummy kitty, ya look kinda spiffy there. Didn't ya get the 'Ugly Thursday' memo?"

Spika shrugged, as he bravely faced the ugly bear again. "Well, sometimes you got to go against the grain." He examined the kilt again (caaaareful not to stare directly at the outline of the cock). "You better watch it," he commented. "Your kilt isn't that ugly..."

Phobor's face lost its smile as if he received an insult. He glared down at Spika in a most unfriendly way.

Spika felt the change in atmosphere. "...heh... heh..." he nervously laughed out. Oh fur oh fur, Spika thought to himself. Why the fur did I do that?

Phobor bent down to within cms of Spika's face and enunciated each word, and jabbed a finger into Spika's chest with each word. "It... is... veeeery... ugly!" He straightened up and snorted. "Got it?"

Spika enthusiastically agreed. "Oh yes! Very ugly! Very ugly indeed! Absolutely ugly!" He babbled back, and bobbed his head in agreement, as if his life depended on it.

Phobor threw back his head and roared with laughter. Spika laughed with him. Whew, crisis averted, Spika thought.

When the laughing subsided, Phobor leaned back onto the bar and went back to eyeing Spika. "Alright, yer a nice... little kitty..."

Again, Spika felt dirty, but shrugged it off. Whatever it takes to get this ugly bear onto the dance floor, he thought. He nervously smiled up at Phobor.

The polar bear bartender served the drinks. Spika welcomed the diversion, and paid for them.

Phobor picked up the drink and gulped it down in two swallows. "Aaaah!" he said, as he set down the empty drink.

Spika gulped his own drink down in three swallows. "Aaaah!" He set down his own glass.

Phobor chuckled as he leaned on the bar. "Thanks, little kitten." He said. His eyes continued to drink in the cheetah's physique. "Yer... yer alright... yeah..."

Spika nervously nodded. He worked on mapping out how to ask the bear... the ugly bear... the fat and very ugly bear... Phobor... to dance.

Right then, a tiger walked up to Phobor and asked him "Hey Phobor, are ya gonna enter the contest?" He gave a quick glance at Spika. "Is this ya partner?"

Phobor looked at Spika with a smile and asked in a deep rumbling voice "So kitten, wanna be my partner?"

Spika's gaze darted to the dance floor. A dance contest, Spika thought. Absolutely furrifficly terrific! He looked at Phobor with excitement and bobbed his head. "Yes! I'd love to! Yes!" I'm gonna win, Spika thought to himself.

Spika and Wally absolutely loved to dance. Whether ballet, ballroom, or just shaking it up on any dance floor, they both enjoyed the fur shaking episode. A dance contest only added to the entire fun exploration. And, Spika knew he would win, both the contest, and over Wally.

The tiger and ugly bear left the bar and made an ambling b-line to the dance floor, with a happy cheetah tailing behind them. They took a detour into the bathroom, with Spika following.

Inside the bathroom were a large gathering of furs who seemed to be waiting for something. In the center of the crowd stood a large sized wolf, a normal sized fox, a shorter dingo, and a large sized wolverine.

Spika wondered about the furs in the bathroom. What the fur are they waiting for, he asked himself. And, when will the dance contest start?

As the tiger entered the bathroom, he announced to everyone "Good news. Phobor is in the contest, with this cheetah." Everyone turned to the ugly bear and cheetah and cheered.

Spika lit up. Alright, now I'll get some acknowledgement, he thought. He gave his best smile to the others in the bathroom.

Phobor walked to next to the large sized wolf in the center of the crowd, with Spika lining up with him. He wondered what kind of contest starts in the bathroom, but shrugged. As long as I dance. And win.

The tiger announced to the three couples in the center "Alright, get into position."

Immediately, the dingo and fox next to him knelt down, sat on the ground and put their paws behind their backs.

Dumbfounded, Spika sat down on the floor in the same position as the other two. Confused, he put his paws behind his back. He stared at them, wondering what was going on. The other two stared straight ahead and seemed to eagerly wait for... something.

Spika looked ahead and saw that Phobor positioned himself in front of Spika. Spika saw his lecherous grin spread out even wider. Spika looked straight ahead and saw the bulging outline of Phobor's cock through the kilt. It twitched again, and began to grow, playing every guy's favorite game of 'tent pole'. A slow horrifying realization dawn on him as to what kind of a contest he was in.

As if to confirm his suspicion, the tiger whipped out a clipboard and pen, and announced to everyone "OK, now we will start 'The Ugly Cocksucking Contest'."

Spika's eyes went wide in sheer terror. A what, he asked himself. A cocksucking contest? How the fur did I get myself into a cocksucking contest? I'm too young to suck cock. mew... mew...

The watching crowd murmured their approval, and began to place bets on the outcomes.

Spika nervously glanced to his side, and saw the large sized wolf revealing his huge intent to win. He pulled down his pants, and the underwear stretched out as it struggled to contain his protruding ugly cock. The fox's face in front of him lit up with delight. The wolverine was also undoing his own pants for the happy dingo, as he awaited his 'just dessert'.

Phobor wasn't going for simply pulling up his kilt, but instead worked on undoing the side buttons to do a 'full-ugly-showoff'. The kilt slid down the bear's hips a few cms, and hung on the huge (and getting huger) protruding bear cock.

The tiger spoke again. "Now remember, this isn't a speed contest. Your technique and skill will be judged, as well as your deep throat swallowing ability." The crowd murmured their approval as they viewed the emerging ugly cocks.

Spika's terror level went up another notch as he digested this tidbit. Swallow?!? I have to swallow what comes out of the ugly cock?!? mommee... He nervously gulped.

Spika watched as Phobor unfastened two more buttons, and the kilt slid down his hips even further. The only thing holding up the flimsy cloth was his tail, and THE BIG UGLY STICKY-OUT COCK, as Spika nervously put it.

Right there, Spika decided to tell everyone that he COULD NOT DO THIS, when a saying of his went through his head: sometimes you got to do things once. He listened to time after time on how Wally expertly gave oral favor to a number of furs. And, Spika had performed that task with expertise on numerous females. How different can it be, he asked himself.

At the last minute, Spika changed his mind and decided to go through with it. A BIG UGLY BEAR WILL STICK HIS BIG UGLY COCK IN MY MOUTH, AND I WILL SUCK IT, Spika nervously thought to himself. Not that he thought he could get out of it. I can do this I can do this I can do this, Spika told himself. Then, I'll truly beat Wally. He didn't consider that he didn't know what that meant, only that the action would outdo Wally, once and for all.

Out of the corner of his eye, Spika saw the wolf pull down his underwear, and a BIG UGLY WOLF COCK 'boinged' out. The fox's eyes lit up in excitement. He also spotted the UGLY WOLVERINE COCK stick out, ready for its deep plunging exercise. Damn, are they huge, Spika thought as he viewed the ugly cocks.

Phobor chuckled a deep throaty laugh, as he worked on the last buttons. "I'm gonna enjoy this, little kitty." He undid the last of the buttons, and the kilt slid fully to the ground. The crowd cheered as the bear's ugly freely protruded.

With a feeling of pure terror, Spika examined the ugly bear cock he would be required to suck. First and last, it was ugly. Reeeeal ugly. He never examined a cock at this level before, so the perspective gave him a whole new view of it. It was partially aroused, and he examined all the veins, ridges, and the... drippy drop already dribbling out of the end... Spika gulped again as he summoned all of his bravery for the given task. And, it was wide around. He was sure he could get his... mouth... around the big cock, but hoped it didn't grow too much... girther... for his mouth.

The tiger announced to the ugly cock holders "Approach your partners."

The wolf, wolverine and THE BIG UGLY BEAR WITH THE BIG UGLY COCK approached their respective partners. The bear's cock rested gently under Spika's chin, as brown fur filled his vision, and belly rested on his forehead. So far so good, he thought. I can do it I can do it... The bad smell from the bear didn't add to the ambiance, but he didn't complain.

The tiger announced to the ground level cocksuckers "And... suck!"

The dingo and the fox immediately took to the task of sucking the cock in front of them with gusto.

Spika shut his eyes in horror, opened his mouth as wide as he could, hung out his tongue, lopped the end of the bear's warm (and getting warmer) cock into his mouth, and sucked it like it was the world's largest pacifier. He kept his eyes shut as Phobor's belly pressed on his forehead, and he sucked and sucked and sucked THE BIG UGLY COCK in his mouth. I'm doing it, Spika thought to himself. I'm sucking a cock. Won't Wally be jealous?

Immediately, he tasted a bit of a salty taste from the BIG UGLY COCK. That must be the precum, Spika thought. He bravely opened his eyes, and was of course rewarded with the view of Phobor's belly pressing on his forehead.

He glanced to his side, and saw the fox working on the wolf's ugly cock. His tongue came out expertly and wrapped around the cock, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise. The wolf's body shuddered with visible delight, as his knot swelled up at the base of his cock. He must be an expert, Spika thought to himself.

Spika tried to give the BIG UGLY BEAR COCK hot in his mouth a tongue bath. However, he had trouble performing that task, due to his lack of saliva. Neverless, he half-heartedly stuck out his tongue, to try to caress the length of the bear cock.

Spika heard Phobor's voice ring out. "C'mon kitty! Suck it!" He gave a rock of his hips towards Spika, and the cheetah was rewarded with the UGLY BEAR COCK PLUNGING TO THE BACK of his throat. Spika's eyes went wide out of fear, as his gag reflex kicked in, and expelled the cock head. He breathed through his nose (a point Wally mentioned many times), and resumed sucking.

The tiger knelt down next to him, frowned, and wrote stuff down on the clipboard.

Spika continued to suck and suck and suck the BIG UGLY COCK in his mouth. Oh fur oh fur oh fur, he thought. I can do this. I won't let Wally win.

He heard the bear's rough voice bellow out "C'mon kitten! Do it right!" The bear gave another hip thrust, sending the cock to the back of his throat. Spika gagged again, his throat expelled the cock, and the bear repeated the maneuver again and again. The audience got a view of the bear basically face-fucking the cheetah.

Spika kept up his end of the task, by remembering to breathe between hip thrusts. He didn't do too much, except to hold his mouth steady while the bear rubbed his cock on the inside of his mouth. But, with each back throat plunge, Spika's head jerked back some. How does Wally do this, Spika wondered.

The tiger knelt down next to the fox, and smiled as he wrote stuff down on his clipboard.

Fortunately for Spika, the cock didn't grow in girth too much in his mouth, and finally his mouth began to produce saliva. Unfortunately for Spika, that didn't cause the bear to relent from his hip thrusts. Spika's head kept jerking back again and again, as the cock pressed to the back of his throat. His neck felt a bit of strain with each pelvic thrust.

The audience cheered on their favorite cock sucker. The crowd seemed to comment the most about the fox next to Spika.

Spika got a side view of the fox as his tongue came out and caressed the BIG UGLY WOLF KNOT at the base of the cock. The wolf seemed to quiver in delight, but the fox's tongue retreated, and he resumed his expert sucking.

"Hey! No paws!" yelled out an audience member to Spika. He didn't realize it, but his paws were drifting from behind his back... to... well... PUSH AWAY THE UGLY BEAR from his face. Spika immediately clasped his paws behind his back, and resolved to complete the sucking task. Phobor gave another jerky hip thrust to Spika's throat, causing another head jerk, and another gag reflex.

The tiger announced to everyone "And the digno gets a mouthful of wolverine cum!" The audience cheered for the dingo, out of Spika's field of view.

Phobor yelled out "Oh c'mon! Do I godda do everything myself?"

What the fuck are ya talking about, Spika wondered. I'm the one getting throat banged.

Phobor snorted. "Fine, I'll do it!" and began to slow down and deepen his thrusting.

Spika felt the bear tense up, as he worked himself toward a forced climax. Oh fur oh fur oh fur... here 'cums' dessert...

Spika glanced at the fox, as he reached down to the wolf's cock with the tip of his tongue and tickle the knot again. The wolf's body began to quiver, the cock pulsed twice, and with his body going rigid, he unleashed a torrent of semen. The fox yummyed down the cum with rapid voracity.

The tiger announced to everyone "And the fox blows down the big bad wolf." The crowd cheered their cocksucking hero.

Spika felt Phobor tense up with each hip thrust, and felt the bear cock pulse with each deep plunge. He knew what came next, and wondered if he could even do the swallowing. He shut his eyes shut and shifted his mind to other things to help. A naked female cheetah... inviting him to her pleasure spot... A nice bowl of cheese chips...

"Uuuuhhh!" yelled out Phobor, as he plunged his cock deep into Spika's throat, and all out tensed up. Spika came out of his small diversion, and prepped himself as best as he could. The hot cock in his throat throbbed, and a gobble of goo shot down his throat, which Spika automatically gulped down. He had no idea how he did it, but he swallowed every revolting, every icky, every sticky dribble of cum that gushed out of the throbbing cock. For what seemed like an eternity, he gulped, breathed, and gulped again as the bear rhythmically tensed up and throbbed.

Finally, the bear relaxed, and slowly pulled his cock out of Spika's mouth, while gently caressing Spika's muzzle with his cock head.

The tiger announced out "And the kitty takes care of the big bear!" Not that much cheering went on for Spika, but he didn't care.

Numbly, Spika slowly opened his eyes and watched Phobor pulling on his kilt. He glared at Spika with extreme anger.

The tiger announced to the crowd. "The winner of the best cocksucker, Healy!" The crowd lifted the fox up and cheered him. He was very happy with his win. The tiger continued on. "And the winner of the best ugly cock, Big Willy!" The wolf held his paws up in the air in victory, as the crowd cheered him on. He didn't even pull up his pants, preferring to show his winning tool to everyone.

Spika slowly got up and leaned against the wall, breathing hard. His mind was a numb haze of thought, and his neck hurt. I did it, he thought. I won. But he didn't feel like much of a winner right now.

The crowd dissipated, and the only ones in there were Spika, Phobor and the tiger, who went into a stall to relieve himself.

Finally dressed, Phobor stomped over to Spika and yelled at him. "What the fur was that?!? That was the worst blowjob I ever got! It was like you never sucked cock before in your life!"

Spika was too tired and out of it to be intimidated by the BIG UGLY BEAR, WHOSE COCK he sucked. He numbly looked at Phobor and said "I never... sucked cock before... in my life..."

If Spika wasn't shellshocked, he would have enjoyed the look of total bewilderment on Phobor's face. He stared back, surprised. "Never... sucked... before?" he timidly asked.

Spika shook his head. "Nope. I'm not gay."

Phobor stepped back as he contemplated this knowledge. "Not gay... I got a blowjob... from a straight fur..." he mumbled in a bewildered voice. In a stupor, he meandered toward the exit, muttering to himself "But... there are internet stories... about getting a blowjob... from a straight fur..." He slowly walked out of the restroom.

The tiger exited the stall and said to Spika. "I didn't think you knew how. Yer technique was all amateur." He draped an arm around Spika's shoulder, came in close, and in a sexy voice he said "But if you want, I can give private lessons." He ended that with a wink.

Spika shuddered and shook his head.

The tiger stepped back, shrugged, and washed his paws.

BEER, thought Spika. I need a BEER to wash the DISGUSTING GOO from the BIG UGLY BEAR COCK in my mouth.

Spika walked out of the restroom and stood very still as he stared straight ahead. I will never ever ever do that again, he resolved. Never ever ever... He turned toward the bar and spotted Wally and Lexter sitting together. Spika approached the bar next to Wally, stopped in front of it, and silently stared straight ahead at the alcohol behind the bar, as visions of bear pelvis near his head filled his mind... along with the feeling of the BIG UGLY COCK... throbbing in his mouth... squirt... squirt...

Wally broke the silence. "What, Spika? Why the 'wow' look?" Both Wally and Lexter turned to face Spika.

Spika remembered he wished to wash down the taste of disgusting goo. He waved down bear bartender wearing the cowboy hat and ordered a beer. The bartender served Spika the bottle, Spika grabbed it and quickly took a very long draught. After he swallowed, he announced "I just blew a very large cock." He re-emphasized with exaggerated paw motions "A very... large... cock..." He immediately took another sip of beer.

Lexter blankly stared at Spika, as if in disbelief.

Wally spoke up. "Um... what?"

Spika turned toward Wally and Lexter with beer in his paw. "Phobor? That bear I was talking to earlier? Well... he needed a partner for the 'Ugly Cocksucking Contest'... so I did it." He gave a brief shudder. "That was different." He gulped beer again and breathed deep.

Lexter pointed to a spot on Spika's muzzle. "Oh... Spika?"

Spika touched the goo, and grabbed a napkin to wipe it off. "Oh... that must have happened... when Phobor pulled out..."

Lexter shuddered.

Wally spoke again. "But Spika... you're straight... aren't you?"

Spika shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta do things once... I just did..." He took another swig of beer.

The three of them sat in silence. After a moment, Wally asked Spika "So... you... swallowed?"

Spika nodded, and followed it with a full body shudder as the image played out in his mind. Lexter also shuddered. Spika immediately gulped more beer, as if trying to wash away a bad taste. "Aaah!"

Again, they sat in silence. Finally, Wally asked Spika. "So, did you win?"

Lexter craned his head toward Wally, stunned he would ask that.

Spika shook his head. "Naw... said I'm too amateur..." He swigged more beer, looked at his bottle and made a yucky face. "Bleah! That was nasty." He glanced at Wally with a look of disgust. "How the fur can you do that?"

Wally shrugged as he looked out to the dance floor. "It's an acquired taste."

Spika nodded. "Oh." He drank again. "Aaah!" He also looked out to the dance floor. The music from the dance floor looked enticing to him.

Lexter also looked to the dance floor and remained silent.

After a moment, Wally asked "So, wanna blow me?" He kept his eyes on the dancers on the dance floor.

Again, Lexter craned his head toward Wally with a look of astonishment.

Spika shuddered as he quickly shook his head. "No." Nope, nadda, no way, uh-uh, nooooooooooo... no. He continued to watch the dance floor.

After another moment, Wally asked "So, want to dance?"

Spika finished the beer and put the empty bottle on the bar. "Sure." He grabbed Wally's paw, led him out to the dance floor, and the two of them began to dance up a storm.

Winning and losing didn't matter to Spika right now. He only just wanted to shake it up and have fun. Both Spika and Wally were adamant dance partners, able to anticipate each other's movements very well.

Spika began with an ass shake and tail twitch, which Wally matched. He took over, and began to shake it to the beat of the music. Spika synced back, and they created a matching dance team. The other furs on the dance floor made room for the talented dancing pair, as they quickly became the center of attention with their dance expertise.

In the corner of his vision, Spika spotted Phobor sitting at a table with a group of his friends. The bear kept staring forward, as he muttered to himself in a daze.

Spika smiled to himself, glad he could shake up the bear as well as shake it up dancing. I didn't win the contest, Spika thought, but I did rock Phobor's world. And, I outdid Wally. I guess I did win.

Wally and Spika began to weave themselves through the other dancers.