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"I just don't like this kid getting away with the shit he pulls!" Rick was fidgeting with his glass, ice and the sad remnants of a spent drink clicking around inside. His bar staff shirt strained over his ample, pearlescent girth, muscle layered over a wide build that made him look buff and chubby at the same time. "You know the boss is giving that kid liquor up there. You just know it. I mean, what the fuck happened to the rules, Dominique?"

Dominique snatched the glass from the bear's paw with a deft motion. That kind of fidgeting could all too easily lead to a broken glass. "Get over it, Rick! Jesus!" She dumped out the watery ice and began pouring him another drink. She'd rather he be drunk than brooding. "As if you haven't brought in your younger friends and gotten them drinks and you always expect me to sit back and do nothing."

Rick sighed. He couldn't deny it. "I guess I just feel slighted. I mean, I was just doing my job and he got away with it. Now..." he took a long drink. Whisky and coke this time; she just made him whatever she felt like and he never complained. "Now every time he walks by I feel like he's gloating."

"You don't know that." Dominique glanced down the bar to check out the door. She had a leather jacket on, the bar a little chilly before the bodies and dancing warmed the air up. The bar had only just opened for the night, barely anyone filing in yet and none of them interested in drinks so early. The squirrel's black tail swished sidewise, a minor betrayal of annoyance; she must need the tips bad tonight to be this anxious for customers, Rick thought. "I've seen him around and he seems nice enough."

Rick smirked at her, "I always figured you'd like the little girly boys, 'Nique." Her microbraids swung like pendulums as she whipped her head around to glare at him.

"Fuck you, Rick! I'm not into the little twink!" Her paws struck the bar top hard but Rick had seen her tough girl routine too many times to be vexed by it. This was just how she scared off anyone who caused her trouble. "Wanting to hump someone isn't the only reason to like them you Neanderthal!"

Rick shrugged his shoulders. He had plenty of guy friends and he didn't want to hump them. On the other hand, he couldn't really say he trusted any of them. He also couldn't really say any of them should trust him, though. He'd do their girlfriends if he got the chance and why not? "You implying you don't like my girlfriend?"

Dominique just stared at him, a mixture of surprise and anger fighting over what expression she was going to wear. "I don't care what stupid, crazy bimbo you dip it in, Rick. This isn't about your girlfriend. It's about not being an asshole."

Rick had secretly hoped she would say something about his girlfriend, though. She was crazy. Crazy like every girl he'd ever dated. Crazy like he suspected all girls were. He knew bringing her up was a stretch but he felt the need for someone like Dominique to tell him the things he already knew. People like Dominique insisted he just kept going for the crazy ones but it's not like he was trying....

Robur dropped into a seat next to Rick, pulling off his flat cap and setting it on the bar. He was unbuttoning his coat when Dominique dropped a glass in front of him with a smile. He gave her a wink and a whistle. "Hey, we have anything special happening here tonight?"

Rick gave the sugar glider a long, dull look. He sometimes found the glider's hipsterish tendencies annoying but Robur was good for the bar. He led the street crew, sort of volunteer employees who worked the odd jobs in exchange for drinks and the chance to get behind the scenes of the bar. "Nah, no event. We're just talking about the boss' new boy toy."

Dominique scoffed and turned away, pulling out a rag to clean some cups. "He is, at least. I don't care."

"The red panda kid? What about him?" Robur leaned forward to get a better look at Rick, tail swishing with curiosity and excitement. He apparently thought their gossip was an adventure. "Think he's too young for Fabien or something?"

"He's too young to be drinking." Rick nodded and took a long pull on his drink, emptying the cup. "Now I'm getting to work." His mood was foul and he didn't want to talk anymore.

Robur and Dominique watched him stomp off silently. Once they were sure he was out of earshot they turned to each other, "Wow, he sure is sour! What happened?"

"The night Fabien met that red panda Rick there was trying to throw the kid out for drinking underage." Dominique leaned in really close, "Now he thinks the kid is laughing at him behind his back."

"Have you talked to the kid?" Robur took a long sip of his own drink.

Dominique shook her head slowly. "He's too young to spend time at the bar." She slapped her hands on the bar top as a thought struck her, "but... that time he was getting thrown out... it was that donkey guy getting him the drink! They must know each other."

Robur perked up, looking out at the bar for a donkey. "Who?"

Dominique shrugged broadly. "I don't know his name. I just see him around."

Robur turned back to her with a broad smile, "I'm on the case!" He blew her a kiss and ran off into the burgeoning crowd. Dominique never knew if Robur's flirting was serious or not, given that he flirted just a little bit with everyone, but the innocence of it tended to put her in a good mood.

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"Hmmm?" Getting Marcus' attention was always a bit hard. He seemed to always have a dozen things fighting for his attention and you could only see or hear half of them. "Donkey kid? Yeah, I fucked him once." Marcus looked over his shoulder at Robur, "right about where you're standing, in fact... if it's the right donkey, that is."

"You fuck people right here in the booth?" Robur looked down at the spot thoughtfully, like it might contain clues.

Marcus nodded in confirmation, attention already back on his mixing board. His smooth, blue skin glistened in green and red from the lights on his equipment. "I've done it right on the mixing board while I run this shit, man. I'm all, 'whatever'."

Robur had no idea what that actually meant. "So what do you know about him?"

"Nothing really." The seal fiddled with some knobs, "Don't even remember his name. Maybe a J name...? What do you need to know about him?"

"Seems he knows the boss' new boy toy." Robur poked his Converses at some piece of equipment on the floor he couldn't identify. "Everyone wants to know more about the kid."

Marcus was suddenly interested, a distinctive seal bark to his laugh as he turned around. "Oh, gossip time! Fun!" He wore a bandana around his bald head and seemed to be draped in endless layers of clothing. "Let's see... he's a college kid, I know that. Super gay. Likes to top but I put him in his place."

"Nothing else?" Robur made some mental notes about the kid.

"Nah, nothing else." Marcus grinned widely, "though a blowjob might jog my memory."

"You thought you'd have to bribe me for one?" Robur gave Marcus a sidelong glance, keeping his comments vague enough that they could be taken for jokes. He couldn't claim he wasn't interested in Marcus; even among the bar staff the DJ was still mysterious and prestigious. Honestly he was interested in everyone he flirted with but the shy child deep down inside passed everything off as a joke so he'd always have an out. He wasn't even sure if Marcus was being serious, either, or if this was even a good idea.

Marcus pressed a button and low trance music began to issue from the speakers down below. "I have the first bit of the show ready but I could use one while I work on the later stuff." He calmly reached down and unzipped his tight jeans, pulling his semi-firm cock out.

Robur swallowed nervously. He certainly hadn't expected such forwardness but he'd walked himself right into this situation. He got down onto his knees while Marcus got back to work at his console, mind already in several other places. Robur slid his fingers over the seal's member, doubly nervous for having only a little experience with other men, and licked at the tip of Marcus' shaft, pressing his tongue into the pucker of foreskin at the tip.

Robur swiveled his tongue around the flesh-clad, musky tip of Marcus' growing erection while the DJ effectively ignored him, the light blue flesh twitching and veins bulging. Robur dipped his lips down around his shaft, tongue pulling out from the foreskin while his lips tightened, drawing it down and popping the head of Marcus' member out of its confines. He suckled on the hot flesh languidly, tail swishing slowly as he got into the motions of it, raising his free paw to stroke the balls.

"Get your pants down." Marcus hadn't even looked down at Robur when he said it and the glider was momentarily unsure the comment was even meant for him. He confirmed no one had snuck into the room, though, and straightened himself up to pull down his own jeans, figuring it was time for some reciprocation.

Instead Marcus grabbed Robur by the arm and shoved him up against the DJ console, planting his hands on the boy's thin shoulders and pushing his saliva slickened shaft under Robur's tail. Robur hardly had time to process the turn of events when Marcus pressed him down hard, bending him over the mixing board and shoving his hips forward.

The suddenness of the insertion was painful, eliciting a rumbling grunt from the glider as he was invaded. Marcus' throbbing shaft felt like it would split him in half while the DJ's hands dug into the glider's shoulders roughly. Robur looked out over the dance floor, sparse but hardly empty, and hoped the angle and darkness obscured just what was happening in the DJ booth, and who was doing it.

As Robur calmed down from the sudden penetration and steadied his breath the pleasure of the stroking began to overpower the soreness. He gave a rumbling moan beneath the DJ's exertions, his paws and belly pushing mixing board knobs around; the music warped oddly at the influence and Robur was again nervous he'd be found out by the patrons.

"Don't worry, they'll all just be jealous of you." Marcus grunted the assurance out as Robur felt the telltale twitching of mounting climax from the seal's shaft. It didn't take Marcus long to finish, a barking grunt marking his orgasm as he sprayed hot seed into Robur, groaning beneath the seal. After only a few panting moments Marcus pulled his half hard, sloppy cock from Robur and pulled his pants back up, unconcerned with the mess.

Even while Robur pushed himself up from the console Marcus was fixing the settings. "So that jog your memory?" The glider fumbled around in the darkness of the booth for his jeans, his own erection completely ignored. Robur wasn't sure how to feel or act after such a sudden and casual interlude.

"Nope." Marcus was reabsorbed in his work entirely.

"You're such a dick." Robur pulled his pants up with only a grunt in response. He smiled inwardly, taking some curious pleasure from the rough and unkind treatment he'd received, and headed out the door.

Marcus went back to work, uploading playlists and videos for his later set and planning new ones. Even with all the digitization the work was still very difficult. DJing was hardly the fun-and-games job kids imagined it would be. His thoughts kept going back to that donkey boy, though. He'd been nothing special and a little clingy; seemed to think getting it on with the DJ would put him in the center of the club's social circles. Getting under Marcus was no amazing feat, though, and everyone knew it.

Marcus set the night's uploads going and headed down the stairs to the dance floor. As he moved along people tried to get his attention to talk but he slipped by them with casual waves. He had too many things going on in his head to socialize; he was still planning his show and trying to predict any issues that might come up. He was thinking about what songs he should add to his sets. He was thinking about what music videos to use and what to put on the screens when he wasn't using the music videos. From under it all, though, that donkey came bubbling up.

Perhaps it was because Marcus didn't know anything about the red panda kid either and, really, that was amazing. The kid was new and Marcus had seen him but that was it. Marcus was the pulsing heart of this club and it bothered him, now that he thought about it, that some kid had managed to go from nobody to the boss' number one without passing through the social circles.

Marcus got to the bar amidst a bit of a crowd but it took him no effort to get Dominique's attention. He stopped her from making him a drink, though; he was too focused for distractions. "I hear you're all trying to learn about the donkey kid that brought the red panda in?"

Dominique shrugged and gave an annoyed sigh but he saw the hungry flash in her eyes. She didn't want to seem like she cared but oh... she was excited. "I guess."

"He's a college kid. Try to ask around with people you know are in college." He turned to move on, "unless you see him first, of course."

Marcus was heading toward the entrance, passing by more people eager to catch his attention. He knew they were mostly just trying to get in with a town celebrity. If they could catch his attention he might use them for a little fun, like with the donkey, but he wasn't looking to make friends. When everyone was trying to be his friend he couldn't leave that door open or he'd never be rid of them.

Marcus motioned for Rick to follow as he pulled open the little door by the ID check booth. Rick stood in the open door while Marcus stole the ID checker's ear. He grabbed the skunk boy's ass to get his attention, "Hey Darren, who do you know from the college who comes here?" He looked back at Rick. "You too, big boy."

Darren jumped and giggled. "Lots of them. A lot of them use their college IDs to get in, you know." Marcus looked back at Rick.

"What's this about? Want someone kept out?" Rick crossed his arms; he tried so hard to seem tough it was almost comical, especially given how unnecessary it was.

"Trying to find out more about this donkey kid everyone wants to find. I know he's a college kid." Marcus checked the clock; he was taking too long.

"Donkey kid?" Rick clearly had missed a step.

"He knows the boss' boy toy." Suddenly Rick was interested.

"Oh, the flamer?" Darren was turned away, examining an ID. "I've seen him come by with that punk chick. The 'possum."

Marcus grinned and patted Rick's arm, "Keep an eye out for her. Bet she can help you get to the bottom of this mystery."

"Why are you interested?" Rick ventured, making way for Marcus as he left to return to his booth.

"I don't like that I don't know who this new kid is, Rick. Same as you, I bet."

Rick wondered about that. Marcus probably didn't know about his run in with the kid but maybe Marcus was at least half right. He headed back to the bar slowly, eyes scanning the slowly growing crowd for trouble. This early it was unlikely but he must always stay sure.

"Dominique, come here." He leaned onto the counter as she headed over, sashaying with forced annoyance. "You know an opossum girl? A punk?"

"Fiona? What the hell you want with her?" Rick smiled. This girl sounded like Dominique's kind of people. She wasn't too into girls but when she was Dominique liked the metal heads and tomboys.

"Seems she's friends with our mystery donkey. Keep an eye out for her, will you?" Rick leaned back and stretched his arms out over his head. Things were finally starting to look up.

"Remember the night that kid came here?" Rick looked down again. "I think the boss fucked him right there."

"I thought he might have. Why you say that?" Rick felt suddenly uncomfortable. He was fine with gays but talking about the sex wasn't exactly his favorite topic.

"Looking up at his window I swear I saw that kid pressed right up against it. I mean, it's hard to tell with the tint, but I think so. And I could see those glow sticks through the window, too." She was looking up at the window as he spoke. Her gaze came back down to Rick sharp. "Be careful. The boss likes him and that makes your game here dangerous."

Rick nodded. He wasn't even sure where he was going with this. He knew that deep down he wanted some sense of control over the situation, though. It'd been two weeks and all he knew was that Fabien kept taking the kid up to that private room. The kid wasn't the first but the others... it was never anything so usual as this. "I'll be careful."

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Fiona had gotten to the club a little bit later than usual and it had her pissed. Get in early and you can stroll in the door like it's nothing. Get there when things are already going and wait in a damn line. She checked her watch angrily and wondered if maybe she should just skip tonight when she felt a massive paw come down on her shoulder. "Fiona?"

When she turned it was just as she'd feared. The massive bouncer looked like a brick wall wearing a shirt. She didn't know what she'd done now but she didn't want to lose her favorite club. "Yeah...."

He looked her over quickly, eyes taking in her numerous piercings and tattoos at a glance, metal and ink making a complicated patchwork of her body. Her shirt was bright red, the color as exaggerated as that of her short hair. She wore a pair of handcuffs clipped around one wrist.

"Come with me." He took her straight to the front of the line and in the door. She didn't even show her ID; the bear just grabbed a wristband and handed it to her as they rushed past the line. "Were you meeting that donkey kid tonight?"

Fiona had to think a moment; she knew a donkey kid from the school but only sort of. They went to the LGBT club and they both would come to the club afterward. "Nah, not tonight... he do something?"

The bear had directed her straight to a bar stool where Dominique was waiting; seeing someone she knew was a relief. She sat down, leaning her elbows onto the bar. "What's going on, 'Nique?"

The squirrel was already sliding a drink to her with a wink. "It's me flavored..." the bear looked like his eyes were going to pop out. Fiona sipped the drink with a giggle. "We're just trying to learn about this new kid here. Red panda kid. We know that donkey guy knows him and we know you know the donkey guy...."

Robur plopped onto a stool next to Fiona, "Hey, I've seen you around here! You the one that knows the donkey?" Fiona nodded to him. This was all getting a little bit surreal for her.

"I just know him from the LGBT club, really. I can't even remember his name." She sipped slowly as all their faces fell into dejection. "I know he's not a history major, at least. Otherwise I'd see him in classes." She thought back carefully. "How long ago was the bit with the red panda?"

"Two weeks." Rick was already turning away.

"I remember he was all pissy at the club meeting two weeks ago. I don't really know what was going on but I know it was something about a guy." She looked between the two strange men. "Sounds like your guy."

"Thanks doll. So how's the derby going?" Dominique was already shifting to new topics. She and Fiona had met outside of the bar scene. The bartender, in fact, was the reason Fiona started coming to this bar.

"You two know each other from the lesbian scene?" Robur was glancing back and forth. "Derby a club name or something?"

Fiona laughed, shaking her head. "Roller derby. The game. I play in it. 'Nique here used to. Still watches games." She eyed Robur briefly, "And I'm not a lesbian. I like guys and girls."

"Me too!" Robur held up his hairless paw for a high five. Fiona reciprocated with minor confusion at his exuberance. "Ever think of joining the street crew? Free drinks and no waiting in line!"

Fiona was already beginning the motions of casual dismissal before he'd finished but stopped incomplete, "No lines?"

Robur grinned as the unexpected hook took hold, "Nope! You get to walk right in, though you do have to come early and work for the privilege when you can."

Fiona was thinking hard; it's not like a college student has a whole lot of free time, after all. Dominique interjected, though. "We'll all be here early, too, you know." The squirrel gave her a wink while she wiped off a few more glasses.

"I..." Fiona didn't immediately see any reason not to but she was a cautious girl, "hit me up at the end of the night, yeah?" Robur nodded and she departed to mix into the crowd.

"What's this, Robur?" Dominique leaned forward on her elbows, "you like her?"

Robur looked back at Dominique, aware he'd been caught staring. "I don't know... only just met her. But she's interesting."

Dominique chuckled and patted the glider's head, "your real flirting is easier to notice. It's much clumsier than the jokes."

Robur gave her a grumpy look, "I'm never really joking... not entirely. Especially with you." He thought a moment, "was it really that obvious?" Dominique nodded with a wicked grin at his glumness; she could be a bit sadistic.

---

Darren hardly even looked at the people coming into the bar; after a few dozen it became dull and the skunk fell into the motions. He'd just pick up the IDs they slid across the counter and scan over them. Most times he'd stamp their hand and put a wristband on them. It was terribly dull work and there was no lonelier way to be in a bar, not to mention no lonelier way to see several dozen people.

Darren was still happy for the job, though. To begin with the job was usually reserved for girls, the old sexisms quite openly followed at bars. Fabien took a chance by putting a boy out front, being that the bar wasn't exclusively gay or anything, and Darren was grateful for that.

Darren was also grateful because he wasn't 21 yet and wasn't the sort of social butterfly that would flourish in a bar. Getting on staff was a godsend for him; now he not only had friends but he had the prestige that drew others to him. Not that everyone was falling all over themselves to befriend the shy doorman... but it helped. He was getting an intoxicating taste of popularity and, on a good day, he could forget that he was the shy nerd who spent his childhood alone and depressed.

Then Darren saw a donkey staring back from the tiny image on the ID. He looked up and found himself staring right into the grinning face of the boy they'd just been searching for. Darren swallowed, glancing to the side and realizing he was alone and sealed away, unable to tell anyone in any way. He looked back to the donkey and slipped the wristband onto him, taking in the tied-off Hawaiian shirt and painted nails; even Darren realized this was not fashion.

The donkey winked at Darren, "see something you like, sweetie?" Darren caught himself staring and pushed his thick rimmed glasses up his nose as an excuse to break eye contact. After a moment of silence the donkey gave into the line's impatience and proceeded inside.

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The donkey known uncertainly as "J" had only been on the dance floor a few moments when a small hand wrapped around his wrist. He turned to see Fiona, the girl familiar to him from the gay club meetings; the way she stood out one couldn't help but remember her vividly. He was sad and annoyed that it was a girl vying for his attention but she tugged his wrist and motioned. J sighed and followed.

J attempted to ask her what she wanted but the din of music was much too loud on the dance floor to hear himself speak, let alone for her to hear him. She directed him out past the bar and up to a door marked employees. He was suddenly certain she was trying to sneak somewhere private with him and he raised his hands, shaking his head and trying to communicate that he didn't do girls.

The paws that came down on J's shoulders froze him like a blizzard. They were as opposite to Fiona's as could be. As soon as he saw the massive white fingers from the corners of his eyes he knew it was the bouncer he'd shied away from two weeks ago. He had hoped the event with Mori, the red panda boy, wouldn't have been important enough to warrant memory. "Go through the door, asshole." Rick somehow managed to speak audibly in the booming noise of the bar.

J obediently turned the handle and walked through into a storeroom, boxes of bottles and kegs of various beers stacked haphazardly around. Once inside he turned to fearfully address his captor. To his surprise Fiona hadn't entered but two other men had; the blue seal he remembered with some embarrassment as the DJ but the other was unknown to him, a sugar glider in somewhat hipster garb though J wasn't even sure what species he was, sugar gliders being a tad obscure for him.

"Hey... Marcus? What's... what's going on?" He looked between the three men nervously. Suddenly some spunk rose up in him, courage born of surrender he supposed, "want to take advantage of me again?"

Marcus sneered and looked over at the other men, "He's just being a bitch. He agreed to it. He just assumed I'd let him top me, too."

Rick slapped his forehead in annoyance, "Jesus, Marcus, I don't care and I don't want to hear about it! Wanna take advantage of him? Wanna beat him in the back alley? Wanna pee on him? Whatever, I don't give a shit."

J was suddenly scared all over again; this conversation was going to some dark places very fast. Robur raised his paw, "for the record, I'm not ok with beating him or peeing on him."

J looked over Robur, feeling suddenly a little safer. "Who... what are you?" His curiosity was immediately getting the better of him.

"My species is pretty obscure... you've probably never heard of it." Robur grinned at his own joke, "but that's not what we're here for. We just want to ask you a few questions."

"Questions?" J looked back to Rick and Marcus. It sounded like something a cop would say and he was suddenly distrustful.

"Two weeks ago you tried to buy drinks for an underage kid, remember?" Rick poked at J's chest threateningly, "A red panda. We want to know about him."

J stared blankly back at them. "Why?"

The three men looked at each other for a moment before turning back to J. Something seemed to be communicated between them. "Look, two of us are still ok with beating you and peeing on you, kid." Rick and Marcus nodded while Robur shrugged.

"Fuck, fine, ok!" J trudged over his bitter memories of two weeks back. It's not like he'd been planning or expecting anything long term with Mori. The kid was younger than he was and reckless, the sort who would sleep with a stranger on the first date. J was more than willing to have some fun with the kid but even he knew that, cute or not, that kid was not going to be loyal. All the same, he lost the kid almost immediately to the owner of this bar and he was bitter about it, deep down.

"Ok... his name is Mori. He's a waiter somewhere; I forget where. He's young, like... eighteen. He's a raver. I think he takes casual drugs, like X and pills and shit, but I'm not sure. He drinks at parties but he's not really that into it. I..." J glumly realized that he'd already used up his knowledge of the boy he was feeling jealous over. "I don't really know anything else about him." He looked over his captors' disappointed faces, "what sort of information are you even looking for?"

Rick sighed and shook his head, turning and walking back into the bar without a word. His one idea was used up and had come to naught. Robur and Marcus looked at each other in mild dejection; this mystery had a disappointing end.

"So... do I get anything for helping you? Like a reward?" J looked the two men over and had to admit that despite his bitterness he still longed for Marcus and hoped the DJ would stop neglecting his affections. "Maybe a free... drink?"

The way J said "drink" left no doubt in either man's mind what the donkey really meant. Marcus laughed openly but Robur looked him over; the donkey was dressed like some sort of sitcom wacky gay neighbor... only worse. His tied off shirt was completed by cut-off jean shorts cut far too short and a g-string could be seen on his hips. The beer belly J sported ruined the outfit even for what it was but, really, he wasn't bad looking once one got past the closet-related disaster.

"You wanna go again?" Marcus barked another laugh but the earnest and mildly hurt expression on J's face answered him certainly. Marcus thought a moment and nodded, "I've got the time. You wanna watch the door, Robur?" He was already dropping his pants, "or watch us?"

J grinned and pushed down his own shorts and g-string, his member huge by comparison to anything Robur had ever seen as it flopped out free, firming quickly with excitement. Robur looked back to Marcus, "I... sure." He neglected to clarify which.

J rubbed his hands together as he approached Marcus, hoofs clopping along the stone floor as he approached, but once he was close Marcus grabbed his arm much the way he had Robur's earlier and pushed J to the wall. The donkey caught himself with his hands and brayed in annoyance, "hey, I wanna top this time!"

Marcus had ahold of J's hips and shrugged, "take what you can get, kid." And with that he was pushing his shaft up under J's tail, the pale blue flesh nudging up the thick, tasseled muscle over his ass. For all J's complaints his shaft was rock hard, easily twice as long as Marcus' and pulsing between his legs.

"Can I do you after...?" J gasped out, leaning forward to straighten against Marcus' thrusting, widening his stance for support.

"Maybe you can talk Robur there into something." Marcus smiled as he sank his shaft into J, rocking the donkey's body against the wall. "Wanna go down on him or something, Robur?"

Robur swallowed nervously and glanced around to think. He wasn't especially sexually active, shy as he could often be about it, and having a second opportunity in a day had him feeling oddly uneasy. Not only was sex coming far more freely than he was used to but it was far more casual. As he looked back, though, he felt certain that he did want involved. He could feel the erection straining in his pants and no matter how much of a whore he might feel like he also knew this was the sort of thing he secretly fantasized about.

Swallowing his shame, Robur got down onto his knees and slid under J, the sound of the donkey's panting deafening over him. He could feel the warmth and presence of his body and hear the slapping of Marcus' dick driving into him. Robur looked over the pulsing, black member bobbing in front of him and swallowed another moment of doubt. He reached up and took the massive shaft in his furless paws, trying to match the rhythm of the other two's fucking.

Robur straightened the shaft toward his lips, an audible moan from J replying to his touch, and carefully slipped his lips around the tip, his jaws having to stretch to accommodate the ample girth. As he breathed in he smelled the heady aroma of J's arousal and closed his eyes. Robur held still, more or less, letting the motions of the other two press the shaft in and out of his lips while he played his tongue along the veiny flesh.

Robur slid one paw down J's shaft and stroked it over his heavy testicles, experiencing first-hand where the chubby queen managed to find so much confidence. Really, the whole experience was making Robur regret that the donkey was so... laughable. He slid his fingers back more, over J's taint and over the pucker of his anus, feeling Marcus' shaft sliding in and out. Experimentally he let a finger slide in along with the seal's meat, eliciting a deep groan, before he tickled his fingers along the underside of the DJ's sliding cock and over his balls as well.

Robur felt the orgasm building in Marcus through his soft touch, the balls tightening up and the meat of his shaft pulsing. He slid his fingers back up along his member and as they passed he felt the climax sliding forward. By the time his fingers reached J's ass he didn't need to hear the donkey's moans to realize what was happening. His fingers soon reached J's balls and he felt the donkey's own orgasm coming as much in their tightening as through the throbbing flesh in his lips. In seconds there was hot, bitter seed spilling over his tongue and Robur struggled to swallow it. Soon there was simply more than he could handle and he let the tip of J's dick drop from his lips, a trail of semen following it, hanging like a clothesline between the thick cock and Robur's lips. Soon it broke and splattered to the floor.

Robur stared down at the pool of white fluid while he processed the events of the night uncertainly. His thoughts were prematurely interrupted, though, by Marcus grabbing his arm, pants already pulled back on. "Come on, we gotta get back to work."

"What? Hey!" J retrieved his attention from the panting wreck they'd left him against the wall, "That's it? We aren't even going to hang out!"

"Jesus, you got a blow job." Marcus waved his hand dismissively over his shoulder, "live with it." Robur was silent and still uncertain as Marcus pulled him through the door back into the club, looking over his shoulder to see J struggling to get his too-tight shorts back on and stumbling after them.

Marcus made a sharp turn toward the DJ booth once they were through the door, pulling Robur along with him. Robur wasn't sure why Marcus wanted him up there but he had the distinct impression it was to keep him away from J for some reason. The donkey broke through the door with a slam, though, and grabbed both of their shoulders.

"You can't pull this on me again!" J's attention was focused on Marcus, some needful fury in his eyes. Robur understood immediately why Marcus wanted to keep him away from J when he saw that face; J was just short of stalking any guy who'd sleep with him. Marcus may have treated J badly but the response was histrionic. Robur glanced around to see if they were drawing attention and was thankful the boom of music kept all but a few people from even noticing the tussle brewing.

"I never lied to you, guy." Marcus had turned and grabbed J's wrist, eyes drilling into the donkey. "I don't owe you shit!"

Before J could offer any retort Rick's form was looming over him from behind. J somehow felt the presence without seeing it, like the sheer mass of the bouncer exerted gravity. When J looked back fearfully Rick merely shook his head and pointed at the door. J thought briefly, weighing options or arguments perhaps, but Rick had little patience at the best of times; the bear literally picked J up and marched off to the door with the tacky donkey.

Robur looked back at Marcus and the two of them couldn't keep from laughing but Marcus' laugh cut short with a suddenness that made Robur nervous. He turned to find Fabien, the bar's owner, standing behind him. As Rick returned Fabien pointed for the door they had all just recently vacated. No one even thought about disobeying; they all followed the ruffled crow into the storage room with trepidation.

"Now, what was that all about?" Fabien demanded as he shut the door behind his staff.

"You going to make it personal every time I throw someone out, boss?" Rick replied reasonably, but there was an air of defiance in his voice that betrayed his position. If this had been nothing special then Rick should have no reason to be defensive.

"That was the boy who tried to buy Mori a drink two weeks ago, Rick." Fabien's wings spread slightly, the feathers ruffling up with betrayed emotion. He was trying to keep calm but they could see how hard it was for him not to lose his temper when he knew he was being deceived. "And what's he got to do with these two?" At that moment he noticed the pool of white fluid on the ground and shot glares at all three of them. "Really? Are you kidding me?"

Marcus shrugged and looked away, trying as hard as he could to visibly not give a shit. Rick waved his paws, warding off the accusation. "You know I don't do dudes, boss!"

"Well, uh... I didn't know we weren't allowed?" Robur couldn't really think of anything else to say. It had honestly never dawned on him that Fabien would be mad about any of this. Fabien was hardly restrained himself, after all.

"I don't care that you fucked someone." Fabien looked back at the pool of semen, "though you could clean up after yourselves, at least. But really, mon dieu, him? Of all people, him? And you expect me to believe that's a coincidence?"

"I was just using him." Marcus spoke up, giving Robur a quick glance that carried volumes. Robur understood to shut the hell up. "Wasn't the first time. I think it's funny to leave him blue-balled. He made a scene and Rick threw him out."

Fabien stared hard at Marcus, probing the logic for some sign of the lie behind it. "What's Robur got to do with it, then?" Fabien turned his gaze on the glider piercingly.

"That donkey, he was making moves on Robur." Fabien looked back to Marcus as he spoke for Robur. "I wanted to stop that before it started. Robur doesn't need that shit."

Fabien stared them all down hard once again but as hard as he tried the crow could find no hole in the logic. "You're a real asshole, Marcus. Seriously. At least try to minimize the drama in the club." With that Fabien stormed out of the room, feeling cheated and unsure why.

"I can't believe he bought that..." Robur shook his head in shock.

"It was all true." Marcus headed back for the door, "I just left out the spying parts." Rick followed the DJ out silently. Robur shook his head in disbelief at the turns the night had taken and checked his watch, marveling at how late it had gotten. He could barely hear Marcus announcing last call over the speakers as he reached his DJ booth again.

---

Robur and Marcus were turning stools upside down on top of the sparse tables in the bar, clearing the floor for the more serious cleaning. Rick was gathering cleaning materials while Dominique wiped down the bar top. Fabien had just retrieved the register drawer, glaring at them all distrustfully before returning to his office to count profits. Robur shook his head, sore and weary from the bizarrely active night.

"Hey, glider." Robur started and turned to find Fiona standing a couple feet away, "I didn't catch your name. Or I forgot it. Whatever."

"Uh... Robur." He held out his paw for her uncertainly.

Fiona looked down at the paw for several weighing seconds before she shook it. Robur wondered briefly if she'd learned about his activities that night and was judging him. "I'll join your street crew. Playing spy was kind of fun."

Robur chuckled and shrugged, "not something we do very often, I'm afraid."

"All the same." She glanced around, "so you have to clean the place, too?" Robur nodded and she continued. "Do I get an ID or sign something?"

"Nah, not really. I just tell the others you're on the team, really. This is all under-the-table." Robur cleared his throat and yelled, "hey everyone! Fiona's on street crew now!" Heads turned and a few nodded, and that was that. "So, want to get a broom?"

Fiona shook her head and smirked, "I'll start tomorrow." With that she turned and walked away, thick hairless tail swaying behind her as she headed for the door. Robur watched attentively; after this night he was starting to miss girls.

Cleaning up the bar, despite being routine, could take quite a while to complete. Everything needed wiped down well because drinks spilled constantly, so even on a slow night it was top to bottom cleaning. After a quick sweeping the floors would be literally hosed down and the water pushed out into the sidewalk. The sidewalk would need hosed down anyway because it was rarely free of at least a little vomit, not to mention mountains of cigarette butts. Robur often thought avoiding this unpleasant work was the real reason Fabien had the street crew.

As the cleaning came to an end employees and crew began to filter out until only Robur and Marcus were left, stretching on barstools they'd just returned to the floor. "Hell of a night, huh? This usual for you?" Robur really did wonder if Marcus' life was some unending sex session.

"Nah... but it does, now and then." Marcus stood up, stretching his legs. "Want to hit an all-night diner?"

Before Robur could respond the door opened. The two turned nervously, expecting Fabien returning to question them once more; after all, only the owner and Rick had front door keys. Instead a red panda came in, stopping suddenly when he saw there were people in the bar still.

The panda looked the two of them over curiously, the door key hanging from his fingers and medium-short teal hair tousled and glistening with sweat. The boy had obviously been quite active with Fabien tonight. He was wearing an unbuttoned shirt over a fishnet shirt and voluminous pants, the style goths used to favor, in black and green. Topping it off he had on a collar and a pair of cuffs in matching blue leather.

"This the kid?" Marcus asked Robur. The glider shrugged.

"Uh, hi..." the panda shifted and chewed his lower lip, "I'm Mori."

Marcus and Robur nodded in unison to each other. They remembered the name from J. "We've been eager to meet you, Mori. Been hearing about you." Marcus sat back down on his bar stool.

"Why have you been looking for me?" Mori was suddenly suspicious, looking between them quickly.

"Well..." Robur took over from Marcus, "we keep hearing about you but none of the staff seems to know you. We wanted to meet the boss' new boy...." Robur just stopped himself from saying "boy-toy" instead.

Mori nodded with a chuckle, all of his distrust melting all too quickly. "I just forgot something upstairs. Want to come up with me while I get it?" Mori chewed his lip again tellingly, "we can talk on the way...."

Robur and Marcus followed the boy up the narrow staircase to Fabien's private room. It was sort of an office like one might see in a factory, a small room suspended within the bar and overlooking the dance floor. The walls were all tinted glass and that was all they knew; the staff never went in there with the boss.

Robur whistled as he entered, Mori flicking on the lights. The room was plush and fancy, far nicer than the rest of the club, with leather couches and a private bar. Even the wood of the bar looked fancier than what Dominique used. Mori walked over to one of the couches and sifted through a pile of oddities before retrieving his wallet. "Can't leave this behind!"

Mori then gathered up the other things with a nervous giggle, "should put these away, too...." He walked past them with his arms full of bits of leather; cuffs, ball gags, floggers and other things Robur didn't know what to call. Marcus and Robur both gave each other the same silent look, questioning surprise etched into their features. The panda carried them back to another room attached to the back of the office before returning. When Mori returned he stood in the doorway, shifting on his feet.

"Master Fabien... he leaves me pretty pent up, you see." As Mori spoke Robur finally noticed that his pants were tenting visibly. "Would you two like a bit of a party...?"

Marcus laughed his barking laugh and turned to Robur, "wanna fuck the boss' boy-toy? I'll let you take the ass this time."

Robur laughed nervously, once again uncertain and mildly nervous about the night's activities, especially after hearing Mori call Fabien "master". Robur realized how little he knew about his boss and felt unsure if he should get involved... but he couldn't deny that he did want to fool around with the boy and after two sexual encounters that night with no orgasm he was getting rather pent up. "Yeah... this night is pretty ridiculous."

Robur stepped up behind Mori who grinned excitedly at them, obviously pent up as well but sharing none of Robur's nervousness. The boy seemed to think nothing of such a random interlude. Marcus in turn grabbed the boy's shoulders and pulled them down, bending Mori forward until the panda's muzzle was brushing his pants. Mori got to unbuttoning Marcus' pants presently.

"What, only half hard?" Mori called up from the seal's crotch, "how am I supposed to work with this?"

Marcus grabbed Mori's cheeks and shoved his cock into the boy's lips. "You're number three tonight, kid. Deal with it." Robur momentarily felt bad for Mori, knowing the truth to Marcus' words and how whorish it made the boy out, but oddly Mori seemed to get all the more aroused. Not only was his erection so stiff Robur had trouble pulling the boy's pants down but he writhed back to Robur's touch much more eagerly as Marcus forced Mori's red lips onto his shaft.

Robur finally got the oversized pants off of Mori's ass and let them fall to the floor unceremoniously, the boy's tail flipping up to expose a pert butt. Robur licked his lips eagerly, his own erection threatening to rip his pants right open. He quickly undid his fly and pushed up against Mori's entrance, pressing open the not-so-tight ring of muscle; Mori was obviously quite used to being penetrated.

Robur shivered at the feeling of engulfment and thrust against the panda's backside firmly, stroking his butt and lower back with his paws. With careful movements, fearful to make the position too awkward, he reached around Mori's hips and slipped his fingers around the boy's shaft, warm and moist to Robur's touch. As he began pounding his hips into Mori's ass the motions slid his paw naturally along Mori's cock, the boy moaning around Marcus' shaft deeply.

Robur pumped into Mori with surprising speed and force; he usually thought of himself as a tender lover but need and frustration had made him over eager, roughly driving into Mori's hole while he groaned, pumping the boy's own shaft almost as fiercely. Marcus' well-used meat pulsed in Mori's lips, the boy relishing his charge with dedicated skill. Mori seemed to have gotten quite good at giving head, dragging his tongue all over the hot flesh and playing his lips along the shaft in imaginative ways. Robur couldn't see much of what was going on but he could tell Marcus was already close by his expression.

Watching Mori suck someone else's dick was more exciting to Robur than he'd expected and he felt his arousal soon boiling over. When Marcus began to come Mori quickly swallowed his shaft, letting it alight down his throat where the seal's seed spilled directly into Mori's belly, the savage tightness of his neck muscles squeezing every drop out. This sight was too much for Robur and soon he was crying out, his cock pulsing in the boy's wriggling ass while he spilled his seed into Mori. The panda had finally had enough stimulation after the long night with Fabien as well as these two and finally reached his own orgasm, shooting sloppy spurts into the plush carpet.

As the three of them panted away on shaking knees Mori began to chuckle between them, "heh... I forgot to get your names." He noticed his semen soaking into the carpet. "Shit, going to have to clean that up." He straightened up suddenly, raising his paws over his head to stretch and yawning loudly.

"Oh, well... that's Marcus. He's the DJ." Robur kept stroking the boy's hips fondly, "and I'm Robur. I run the street crew."

Mori nodded while he headed to the back room for some cleaning solution. Robur turned to Marcus and mouthed "master?" silently. Marcus shrugged and whispered, "guess Fabien is kinkier than we knew, huh?"

Mori returned presently, bending down to clean the carpet. "You two want to hit an all-night diner?"

"You're still hungry after that?" Marcus asked with a snicker.

---

Rick awoke grumpily to the sound of his phone vibrating on his dresser. The sound of a vibrating ringer on hard wood was one of the most annoying noises he'd ever heard. Every time it happened he became angry that in his job he couldn't hear a ring tone; having his phone on vibrate was a necessity in the bar. Blearily he cursed as he fumbled out of bed to retrieve the phone.

Greeting Rick was a picture mail from Marcus. When he opened the picture, wondering what could possibly be worth waking the bear so late, he was treated to a photo of the DJ with Robur and Mori, smiling and waving into the camera. Following it was the text "WE FOUND HIM!!!"

"God damnit!" Rick shook his head, "am I the only one who doesn't like the kid?"