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Eros was a dinner club set-up with a nineteen-twenties era theme. The stone floors were smooth and polished, largely covered in tables with white tablecloths. A dance floor was cleared in front of a stage where a band played off to one side. The fixtures were a smooth and well-polished brass that gleamed under the lights. There was a strict dress code, so every individual was dressed either in a suit or an evening gown. Some of the guests were out on the floor dancing to the music while others sat and ate at their tables. A small number sat along the mahogany bar, simply having a drink.

Three bartenders stood behind the bar, helping make drinks to deliver to the guests. One of them was a reindeer buck, the name Cupid engraved in gold on his nametag. He moved back and forth with ease, passing customers their drinks and slipping around the other two bartenders. His attention was pulled off to one side by a quickly approaching rabbit waitress, waving a hand at him before motioning him over.

"We have a situation up front," she called out as soon as the buck was in range, "A tiger is at the front demanding to be let in despite neither he nor is date meeting dress code. He claims that he knows the owner." The last part caused Cupid's ear to flick as his eyes narrowed.

"Alright," he said back, "you go get Beau to meet me up there and I'll see what I can do about it." Getting a nod from the rabbit he turned to the other two. "Looks like you two are on your own for a while." Turning back he slipped out from behind the bar and headed for the front.

The sound of shouting could be heard as he got closer to the front. A tiger was the source of the noise, a button up silk shirt open to reveal his broad chest and muscle shirt underneath the dark green. Next to him stood a cheetah in a skirt and corset, both made of black leather. The female's long tail flicked and she grinned widely, keeping hand on the shouting male. On the other side of a podium stood a kangaroo women who was taking the brunt of the tirade. As he approached, Cupid could see the clenched hands, trembling chin and tears welling up in her eyes. Reaching out, the buck gripped the kangaroo's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Find someone to cover and take a break," he spoke gently, "I'll see about taking care of this." He watched the lady start to leave before turning to the tiger. "Now then, what seems to be the trouble sir?" Cupid placed his hands on the podium as he straightened up, puffing out his chest slightly.

"The trouble is my girl and I have been trying to get in," the tiger shouted, "and that bitch ain't letting us 'cause we don't fit some fucking snobby dress code." The female feline leaned against the male as she was called his girl, pressing her barely contained breasts against his bicep.

"Well the club does have a code of formal evening wear," the reindeer stated, "And neither you nor your lady-friend seem to be properly attired."

"You're not gonna let some grass-muncher boss you around, are ya'?" the cheetah asked, emphasizing the A in 'grass' as she tried to make it imply something. The tiger gave her rump a pat before turning back to the reindeer.

"Look buddy," the male feline spoke with a smile, "I don't know how long you've been working here, but it's fair to warn you I know the owner. Went to school with his kid and all. If you don't let us in now, he's going to hear about this. Whole bunch of you are gonna be fired!"

"Well it's true that the owner has made an exception for a few individuals that he has known," Cupid admitted. "I'll tell you what, why don't you call him? You can just call him up right now, tell him the situation and then I'm sure he'll let you right in. Here," he reached down, "you can even use our phone." Pulling it out, he set it up on top of the podium. The tiger stared at it a moment before shaking his head.

"This is ridiculous. I mean come on fella, we don't want anyone to get fired. So, why don't you just show us to a table and we'll forget this whole thing ever occurred?"

"Well that's a very nice offer of you," Cupid replied, catching the movement of a large bull moving toward him from inside the club, "But I'm afraid we do still have a dress code sir which neither of you meet. As such, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Otherwise, my associate here," he motioned to the bull, "will be more than happy to escort you out."

The reindeer held himself calm and relaxed, not breaking eye contact with the male feline. He smiled as the tiger looked away first, turning to look at the bull. Cupid let his own glance turn to the large bovine that crossed his arms over his chest, flexing under the suit to show off his large muscles.

"Come on babe, let's get out of here," the tiger growled out. "The food here sucks anyway. Probably MAKE US SICK ALL NIGHT!" Taking the cheetah's hand, he turned and stomped off; the male's ears pinned back and tail twitching as he went.

"Thank you Beau," the reindeer said to the bull. He then turned to the waiting line and spoke up. "We apologize for the scene and inconvenience, everybody. We will have you seated as soon as we can and hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."

The buck filled in as host for a few minutes, leading individuals to their tables. He was quickly relieved by one of the other staff members, letting him head back toward the bar. Before he was out of earshot, his name was being called. With a small sigh, Cupid turned to come back.

"This lady asked to see you by name," he was told as he returned. The reindeer turned to the direction he was pointed toward. Small black and white feline stood there, looking at the buck. She was dressed in a purple button up blouse and black slacks. The long feline tail swayed slightly as the cat looked down at the floor.

"Harley. What a surprise." Cupid smiled as he moved toward the feline. "What are you doing here? I thought you and Vixen were supposed to get back tomorrow." Moving toward the feline, he took a hold of the small hand, leading Harley toward the bar.

"We took an earlier flight," She replied, "Vixen asked me to come let you know we were back, but that she wasn't home yet. I'm supposed to keep you company until she calls to let me know to let you know she's on her way home." Having her hand let go, she took a seat at the bar, watching a soda be poured for her with cherry syrup and a maraschino added to it. Reaching out, she lifted the glass, taking a small sip.

"That seems a little complicated." The reindeer rubbed his chin a moment as he took all this in. "Why didn't she just call me herself?"

"She did," the feline responded, "She called you as soon as we landed, but it went straight to... voice..." Harley stopped talking as the sound of singing began to fill the club. The ears shifted to listen before the housecat turned toward the source, eyes going wide.

A Snow Leopard stood up on the stage in front of a microphone. A dark blue sequined dress clung to the plush feline form, emphasizing the large breasts and round hips. Long silver hair cascaded down the singer's back, ending just above the long fluffy tail. The body swayed gently as the Snow Leopard sang.

"Who is that?" Harley asked as she stared at the stage. The feline's mouth hung open slightly. The long tail shifted, standing up straight behind her.

"Tundra Snowbanks," the reindeer replied, "Our new singer."

"She's... She's beautiful." Harley shifted in her seat as she continued to stare at the Snow Leopard. The housecat started to purr loudly without even realizing it.

"Maybe you can go backstage after and express your appreciation." Cupid smiled as he spoke, seeing the look of attraction in Harley's eyes as she stared up at the stage.

"ME?" the feline yelped in surprise as she turned to face the buck. "No. I mean she's so beautiful and look how everyone is mesmerized by her. She would have no interest in someone like me." Her eyes and ears drooped as she looked down at her glass.

"You never know until you try," the buck replied, "Besides, you two have something in common."

"Us both being cats is not enough." Harley looked up at him as she spoke. "I mean I'm just a radio producer and she's..." she trailed off as Cupid held up a hand, looking at her with a shake of his head.

"That's not what I was referring to," he explained gently, "Like you; shi is not a full female, but a hermaphrodite. A difference is that shi is comfortable and accepting of the fact." His smile broadened as he watched Harley turn back to stare at the Snow Leopard with wide eyes. "Tell you what," he grabbed a piece of paper and started to scribble, "When shi's done, why don't you give this note to Beau." He slipped the paper into her free hand. "That way, he will let you backstage so you can say hello to Tundra and try to talk to her."

The feline looked down at the paper then up at the reindeer before asking, "Do you really think that she would want to meet me?" Her ears shifted as she looked at him a moment.

"Trust me kitty cat." He reached out and gave her arm a gentle pat. "Worst case scenario you get a thank you for the compliment from someone with a similar attribute. Best case scenario, you owe Vixen and me a thank you at your wedding." He grinned widely winking at Harley on the last part.

The feline looked away, ears flattening in embarrassment at the last part. She suddenly jumped, letting out a cry of surprise as she looked down at her leg. With a small chuckle to herself, she reached into her pocket, pulling out her cellphone and clicking the button.

"Hello?" She paused to listen a second. "Yes I'm here. Yes, he is. I would, but I think he knows it's you. He's already bolting for the door. Okay. You two have fun." Watching Cupid leave, Harley ended the call and put her phone away. As Tundra finished singing, the housecat finished the rest of her drink, stood up and walked toward the security guard in hopes of getting to meet with the snow leopard singer.

Cupid rushed home as quickly as he could safely. The front of his slacks pressed out with arousal brought on by anticipation. Reaching the door he threw it open and slammed it shut behind him. The buck froze in place as soon as he saw his wife.

The reindeer doe moved closer to the buck, swaying her hips with a wide grin on her face. She wore one of Cupid's dress shirts, the front completely unbuttoned to show off her breasts and hips. A royal blue tie was tied around her neck, the knot pulled loose to rest at the top of her chest as the length of silk slipped down between the soft mounds. Stopping, she reached up, tracing a finger along her tie then down her stomach to just above her vaginal lips.

"Hello my love god," she purred out, "has my big strong buck missed his seductive little doe?"

"You have no idea." He moved toward her, grabbing her hips and pulling her to press against him. He grins as he presses the bulge of his pants against her stomach, causing the doe to squeal. Leaning forward he pressed his mouth to hers, kissing firmly. His grip slid further around, taking a hold of her rump and giving a squeeze as he pulled her tighter.

Breaking the kiss, Vixen pulled away. Taking a hold of the front of her husband's pants, she gives them a tug as she starts walking for the bedroom. The doe gives her hips an extra push to make them sway back and forth; wiggling her bottom as she went with the knowledge that it was being watched.

Reaching the room, the female reindeer turned around and moved to her ears. She looked up at Cupid as she took a hold of his slacks, undoing the fly and pulling them down to reveal and release his erect pink shaft. Taking a hold of the buck's cock, Vixen moved forward. She stroked along it gently as she slipped her tongue out, pressing against the base and slowly giving a lick up toward the tip.

Tilting his head back, Cupid let out a moan of pleasure. His shaft twitched at the feeling of the tongue running up along the length. He let out a gasp, head tilting back as he felt his wife's lips wrapping around the tip. He shifted his hips, trying to push up toward the feminine mouth as it worked to sink down along the firm shaft. Reaching up, the buck took a hold of the doe's head, running his fingers through her hair and stroking at the base of her ears.

Closing her own eyes, the doe pushed down as far as she could, taking the cock into her mouth until her lips touched the base. One of her hands gripped at Cupid's hips as the other took a hold of his sac. Pressing her lips and tongue firmly against the shaft, she let out a humming moan, sending vibrations through the sensitive flesh.

Keeping her mouth firmly held around the length, she began to pull her head back, sucking on the shaft as he went. Sliding her fingers up from the sac, she gripped the base of the male cock, stroking up it as she moved back. Reaching the tip of the shaft, she circled her tongue around the head before slipping up over the opening.

Gripping the Vixen's head tighter, Cupid could not help but moan out in pleasure. The buck's hips shifted, trying to pull the doe toward him as his hips pushed forward. The length gave a twitch, releasing a spurt of the salty pre-cum into the waiting mouth.

Opening her lips, the doe grinned around the male's cock before closing her eyes and mouth again. She pushed her head forward, stroking her hand along the length as her muzzle followed, pushing down until her lips touched the hand gripping the base. She moved to stroke back up with her hand and mouth, sliding up to the tip before thrusting down again.

Moving his hips back and forth, the buck tried to match the doe's rhythm. He pulled back as she bobbed and stroked up, nearly slipping free as she moved to the tip of his shaft. He would then push forward, sinking the length into her mouth as the doe stroked and pumped down to the base.

"Oh, honey," he moaned out, "I'm... I'm about to..." Letting go of his shaft, Vixen grabbed his hip and pushed forward to take the shaft as deep into her muzzle as she could. Looking up at Cupid, she sucked on the length as firmly as she could, pressing her tongue against the underside.

The buck gave one last forward thrust of his hips, holding in place as he felt his wife's mouth hold firmly on his shaft. His tilted back as he cried out in pleasure, holding onto her head firmly. His legs and rump tensed as he climaxed. The length swelled and twitched as he flooded the salty liquid into his wife's waiting mouth.

The doe suddenly pulled back, letting the last spurts hit her face. She swallowed the seed she had collected in her mouth, licking her lips. Vixen grinned as she still sat there, slipping her tongue out to lick the last droplets from the head.

"We're not done yet," she said as she pulled away. Getting on her hands and knees, the doe crawled toward the bed. Vixen looked back behind her as she went, watching her husband stare at her ass. She made sure to give It extra wiggle as she went. Reaching the side of the bed, the female reindeer climbed up and turned around. Sitting on the sheets, she turned around and spread her legs wide.

"Why don't you come here and return the favor?" Reaching one hand between her legs, she spread her nether-lips.

The buck worked quickly to step out of his pants and take off his shirts, stripping naked as he moved toward the bed. Getting on his own knees, Cupid gripped his wife's and stroked up along her thighs. Lowering his head closer, he pressed his nose against her vaginal hood. Holding her hips, Cupid slipped his own tongue out to stroke up along Vixen's slit.

Tilting her head back, she let out a small whimper of pleasure. Gripping the back of the buck's head, the doe gave a firm squeeze as she held him in place. Rocking her hips, she spread her legs wider; pressing her sex more firmly against her husband's probing tongue.

Cupid gripped Vixen's hips with one hand, the other reaching underneath to grip to squeeze the cheek of her bottom. Taking his wife's encouragement he pushed forward, pressing his nose against her vaginal hood and rubbing. The buck's tongue spread the feminine nether-lips, working to sink into the wet depths. He gave a firm squeeze of her soft body as he licked at the clenching walls.

Pulling back, he slipped his tongue out of her depths and up over her clit. His grip tightened, stroking the soft flesh of her hip and rump as he lapped at the sensitive nub. His hand slid further under his wife, running a finger to stroke gently along the sensitive flesh of her perineum, teasing near the base of her bottom.

The doe fell back on the bed, closing her eyes. She cried out in pleasure at her husband's ministration, rocking and grinding herself against him. She kept a grip on his head as the other gripped at the bed. Eyes closed and mouth wide, she cried out in pleasure as the climax ran through her body, sending thrills of pleasure through her feminine form.

Holding still, Cupid waited for Vixen's climax to come to an end. He pulled himself away slowly, letting his tongue tease across the top of her sex one last time before separating. The buck grinned widely as he straightened up, looking down at the doe beneath him. The male shaft had hardened between his legs, standing erect and proud once more. Shifting, he slowly moved forward, rubbing himself along her thigh as he moved above her.

Reaching up, she grabbed at his back, wrapping her arms around him to pull him closer. Vixen kissed Cupid as she pulled him close. Raising her legs up, she wrapped them around his waist. The doe's ankles pressed into the top of the buck's rump, trying to pull him closer. She shifted and rocked her hips, pressing herself against the tip of the male shaft.

The two pressed their mouths together, kissing passionately. The couple's bodies followed suit, pushing against each other as the buck's shaft sank its way into the doe's warm wet depths. The two moaned against each other in pleasure as their sexes came together, male pushing into female until their hips pressed against each other.

The pair let their tongues play against one another as they shifted, moving against each other. Muscles shifted, tensing as the two started to move. They let out cries of pleasure against each other as they found the familiar rhythm. Their bodies gripped at each other, holding firmly to toned muscle and soft flesh, stroking through thick fur.

Crying out as they gave one last thrust, the couple climaxed together. Vixen's walls clamped down to squeeze and stroke Cupid's twitching shaft, the buck pumping his seed deep into the willing doe's depths. Fingers gripped tightly as the two held onto each other, grinding their way through the orgasms. Panting heavily, the two collapsed limply against each other.

"That was wonderful, my love god," Vixen panted softly as she rubbed along her husband's back. Leaning up she kissed at her cheek gently, turning to get hers kissed back.

"My pleasure, my foxy little doe." He rolled over, slipping free as he got on his back. "..While you were gone, I was actually thinking about something." Taking a hold of his wife, he pulled her to rest her head on his chest while he stroked her hair. "Maybe it is time, sweetie. Maybe we should start trying to have a family of our own."