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The crowd roared, the bass echoed, the floor rumbled as a mix of industrial techno and indie grunge rock pounded through the speakers and out into the club. Furs and scales of every kind rocked out to it, flailing their heads back and forth while pumping their paws in the air, screaming in exhilaration and yelling for more. Tonight was one of the biggest nights of the year, pulling internationally known groups from across the world together for a full night of aural stimulation in its finest sense. Echoes rumbled off of buildings miles down the street, one loud barrage of excitement.

Today was the start of spring break and all the high school students were out partying, but they weren't the only ones. Many furs in their twenties and thirties were jumping and dancing and screaming as loudly as all the younger ones. Of them, one included a cougar sporting a strip of golden hair that carried on down just past his shoulders. His black necklace shook with his head as he jumped and yelled with thousands of others, adding in his species' signature scream from time to time. He normally worked at a pawn shop, buying random items and then selling them to an avid collector for a profit, but his shop was closed tomorrow for recovery time for the celebration, and the feline wasn't going to waste his opportunity.

A lot of guys and girls were here for the sake of partying, but quite a few were also interested in hooking up with someone for the night, and possibly for a length of time beyond that. Thrash, as his friends and coworkers called him, was not one of them seeking a mate, but rather his mate, a cheetah that went by the name of Scorch. The buff furred male had promised to meet him here at the party so they could spend a few hours rocking out to the music together. Scorch worked at a nearby bar, which would be crowded as hell right now, however he had worked extra shifts for the last few days in order to get off early tonight.

Thrash checked the time on his cell phone. The glowing digits read 10:42 back to him, the colon separated the minutes and hours flashing off beat to the music playing. Figuring for the time needed to change and head out here, a half-hour seemed to a reasonable time to expect him to show up. The plan was to party out here until they were too tired, then go back and pass out together in bed, with the possibility of getting involved in some raunchy play throughout. In the hope of enticing his bud into the latter, the cougar had shown up without a shirt, rather sporting his ebony necklace and wrist cuffs, leaving his gray chest and tan back bare, a pair of denim blue jeans down to his shoes to finish off his chosen attire.

Scorch was finishing up the last drink on the bear's order when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Quickly sliding the drink to the ursine, the cheetah turned around to a rather overwhelmed looking fennec fox, the manager, Jeff.

"Hey, bud. Shale said she's going to be a few minutes late, didn't quite anticipate quite how badly traffic would be backed up. I can run this until she gets here. Go off and change, wouldn't want that cougar of yours coming in here after my throat for keeping you."

"Thanks boss."

The two exchanged places, Scorch slipping off to the back to grab his clothes. Changing in the bathroom, he dumped the uniform t-shirt and shorts for a well-worn and slightly tattered white tee and his black pants, the silver chains jangling as he bounced into his own shoes. Leaving out through the back door, the black spotted feline breathed deep, glad to be away from the collage of smells that riddled the place. He loved the job, but the crisp night easily beat out his normal working environment.

His short hair rustled in the wind, the black follicles dancing with the wind as he jumped on his bike. A few minutes ride took him to the edge of the crowd, where he locked his bicycle to a tree, stripping off his shirt and draping it over the handlebars. The fun part would be finding his puma, surely stuffed somewhere in the football field sized crowd. Thrash had told him that he would be up at the front, and so the cheetah began the process of pinball bouncing himself forward.

The flow of the sound changed as Arty, a Russian trance artist, appeared to a loud yell of welcome from the crowd. With a quickly spoken verbal gesture of thanks, he immediately went into his playlist. Speakers that had been pumping out industrial rock from Saki Kaskas now began playing out deep, rumbling bass sequences, the high pitched percussion and low pitched synthetics blending together to continue building up the atmosphere of one of the greatest nights the city never slept to all year.

A couple songs had finished by the time the cheetah caught sight of his lover, the puma's eyes closed, body flowing with the beat and harmonic tones. Scorch purred loudly as the cougar's muscles rippled, the serpent tattoo adorning his back seemingly alive as well. Seconds later, he planted his arms over the puma's shoulders, his paws caressing Thrash's nipples as he pressed his naked chest against his mate's back, rubbing his muzzle up against the mountain lion's cheek, breathing forward his scent to assure his lover that no stranger had approached him.

Thrash purred, leaning his body into the warm embrace, joyfully accepting the arrival of his mate. It had been a week since the two of them had been close, a long time for the two young cats, and the puma wanted to savor every single minute. His nose wrinkled a bit as the strong smell of beer and liquor wafted up to his nose, but it was quickly put aside as the unmistakable scent of his feline lover overwhelmed it. Feeling the paws drifting down to his belly, Thrash brought his own paws up to hold them, closing his eyes again as the two of them swayed and danced to the deep melody.

Arty proceeded to rip the dance floor up, the more upbeat songs changing the scene completely. Thrash and Scorch simply danced and jumped next to each other, yelling with the throng of furs all enthralled in the symphonic cult. The two cats played around much of the time, the cheetah taking charge. Pulling chest to chest with Thrash, the cheetah's paws wrapped around his back, pulling him as he pushed his lips into the puma's, brown and black lips squeezing together, their combined purrs stimulating their maws and groins together as Scorch ground into him.

Their kiss broke only for the sake of breathing, paws dancing over the others' back and many times, underneath their jeans. As the night moved along, Thrash found himself melting deeper into the cheetah's warm and firm embrace, complying when Scorch pressured him into turning around. Arty had been replaced with the night's last performer, deadmau5. Lights and strobes flashed through the entire crowd, eliciting maniacal cheers as the house artist livened the tired crowd into one more festival of jumping bodies.

No one really cared what anyone else was doing, which made it easy for Scorch to slip on of his paws into the puma's blue jeans, the other stroking over his chest. Thrash groaned, hissing as the cheetah's pads rubbed over his already hard shaft, diving a little deeper to brush over his shivering balls. The touch was soft and gentle, simply to acknowledge their presence and desire before slipping back out to trace over his belly button.

Their love had been born out of their enjoyment of music. The cougar had learned and practiced his skills with the saxophone while the cheetah simply used his own voice. They spotted the other easily, their punk rocker appearance easily setting them apart from the rest of the families and professionals who thought that you needed a nice suit and tie to get lost in the musical drug. Acquaintances turned to friends and then surprised lovers who found themselves so connected with each other that they put aside their preconceived notions about gender restrictions in relationships and let it ride. Neither one had ever come to regret that decision.

Five years later, the two had moved to California and married three days after it became legal. If ever there was a true story of love at first sight, the two of them exemplified it entirely. Their other friends had either come to accept their gay partnership or had left them, but beyond their closest pals, they needed no one beyond each other. Neither one had ever felt an attraction to another male before, so they believed it to be more of an anomalous love, rather than classify it was as homosexual. The term suited them and being society rebels anyhow, they didn't give a damn who disliked it or found it offensive.

Scorch soon buried his muzzle into the puma's neck, his teeth finding purchase on the bit of scruff that was there, holding him as his fingers clamped around his nipples, pinching and twisting them, purring as the catamount hissed in pleasure and need. While his paws were occupied, the puma used his own to slide into the cheetah's pants, claws digging into his rump, massaging and squeezing the cheeks as they flowed with the current song being belted through the speakers. With a purr, Scorch responded, both paws moving, one to grab and rub over Thrash's neck, holding him close as the second paw slid to his pants, teasing at the button there.

"You want it right now, pet?"

Thrash's purr escalated to max volume, the idea of getting intimate in this crowd making him horny beyond belief. The two of them stood on equal footing in their relationship in all areas except for the sexual side, where the cheetah preferred to take control and the cougar loved submitting to his desires. For weeks, they had talked about mating during the concert, exhibiting their love for each other in the most public and primal venue available. No firm decision had been made, the cougar finally telling Scorch that it was a decision he could really only make when the time came.

"Yes, please. Take me right here."

Hardly even thinking about saying no, the cougar took no more than a few seconds to respond, giving Scorch the okay to move forward to the very edge of their feline need, and though the lights flashed and the crowd screeched, the cheetah found himself only focusing on one fur, his mate, as his claws unbuttoned the puma's jeans. Wasting little time, the zipper followed suit and so did the boxers, leaving the cougar's seven inch, semi-hard pink shaft open to the air. Thrash gasped as he felt the golden and black paw wrap around it, squeezing his member before dipping down to pull his sac out into the open as well.

Thrash was completely exposed, his crotch open to public sight. Anyone who turned towards the pair would be blind not to see the two males intertwined, the cheetah's fangs locked around the cougar's neck, his tongue washing over the trapped fur while his paw gently stroked up and down on his mate's pole. They never stopped dancing, simply adding the erotic display to their fluid movements. Finding himself ignoring the rest of the world, the cougar easily closed his eyes and let his cheetah have all he wanted, his paw caressing and squeezing his shaft, eliciting moans and loud purrs from his throat. His own paws did what they could to encourage Scorch into more, sliding around to the feline's front, massaging his own hard cock, urging him to use it to claim him in front of everyone.

Ignoring him for now, Scorch simply purred from the stimulation and did what he could to pleasure the cougar, his claws dancing to his balls and then back to his dick, squeezing the flesh, sliding up to the drooling tip to tickle the puma's glands and encourage more precum to leak from it. His paws lingered there for a few seconds before drifting back up to the pink nipples, pinching the hard flesh, drawing out another gasp from his lover and a matching throb from his equally stimulated penis.

The contact was intense as it was strong as the two felines worked themselves further. A soft brush over the cougar's shaft, followed by a firm squeeze over the cheetah's rump, each wildcat working the other closer to the connection they had been waiting the whole week for. The dancing continued with the music for another few minutes before Scorch made the final move for dominance.

"Any last words before I claim you in front of everyone, kitten?"

"Could you make me yowl? I want it hard."

"Absolutely, pet. Now, your paws."

Thrash responded quickly, sliding his paws behind his back, clasping them together before he felt one of the cheetah's paws slide cold metal around one wrist, and then the other. The metallic click and a small, testing tug affirmed that the handcuffs were locked in, keeping his arms stuck behind him.

"No more words from you now, my dear Thrash, or else I'll make this much more a scene than you might find yourself ready for."

Simply nodding in response, the cougar pressed his back firmly against his mate's chest, as much as he could, considering where his paws were. He moaned softly as his arms rose a bit while the cheetah slid down. Seconds later, Scorch slid back up, his lithe body in between the clasped arms and the puma's back, his paws immediately wrapping around the tan feline's waist, claws just tickling over the base of his sheath. Locking his jaw around the mountain lion's neck, the cheetah purred into him, beginning to dance again, occasionally making small grinding motions with his still trapped cock against Thrash's still clothed rear.

Thrash's pink cock was as hard as granite by now, his slit just beginning to form a bead of precum at the opening. His bare chest fur rippled with the small gusts of wind that rocked through the rowdy crowd. His nipples were hard and felt cold, but they were alone in that aspect. With his eyes closed, he tried to mute out the existence of everyone except the golden, mottled fur behind him. He felt close and warm and loved, but his nerves were still on edge, as the fact they were going to do it in public both terrified and intensely aroused him.

For many more minutes, the two cats sometimes swayed as fluidly as a ballroom couple and a few times, if only for a couple seconds, the cougar found himself bent over while the cheetah viciously ground against his pants, beginning to wet them with his slick precum. His neck was more than wet, with Scorch's tongue licking over it while his teeth held him in place. That first bead of pre had slid down his red dick and then had been matched by a few more, the pace quickening as the stimulation continued. Still, the cheetah's claws never touched it, always drifting so very close before slipping away again.

Their musk was still subtle, but it was growing, as was the volume of the puma's pleading moans, just begging for his dick to be touched by the cheetah's black pads. Scorch chuckled to himself, causing his mate to shudder a bit; he would feel contact in time, but he figured it wouldn't be the same contact he would be expecting. Sliding his paws back to the puma's nipples, he squeezed down on them roughly, a loud hiss escaping through his lover's clenched teeth. One paw slid further north, gripping the front of Thrash's neck while the other one caressed his hip for a few seconds before breaking contact completely.

Fingering the golden ring inside his pocket, the cheetah contemplated whether or not to put it on now. He had ordered it with the custom dimensions, a small jade gem adorning it. It was sized perfectly for the base of the cougar's flaccid shaft, but with some lubricant, could slide there, though it would be a tight fit, which of course was part of Scorch's plan. Designed to greatly limit its wearer's ability to cum, the cheetah had bought it as a sort of present in case Thrash had agreed to be taken here.

Letting go of his jaw's hold on his mate's neck, the cheetah gazed down at his favorite toy, that pink length jutting out so pristinely, the slit beginning to dribble out the clear fluid. It was glistening in the barely lit night, coated in its own juices, lubricated as well as it needed to be-now was as good of a time as any. His paw pulled the ring out of his pocket and brought it to Thrash's maw.

"Get it real wet, kitten."

Opening his maw, the puma took the metal ring into his mouth, hissing a little bit as the coldness of it surprised him a bit. Thrash wasn't sure what the ring was for, or why he was getting it wet, but his master had told him to do so, and so he obeyed. After a minute, he felt the cheetah softly flick his chin.

"Place it on your tongue and open up."

Doing so, he felt Scorch's fingers dip into his maw, tickling his tongue before pulling the rather slick and very wet ring from inside.

"Good work, kitten. Your master is pleased."

Thrash purred loudly at his mate's praise, happy to have pleased him, but seconds later, his eyes snapped open and he couldn't help but mewl as he realized what the ring was for. His fingers curled as the ring slid down the length of his dick, squeezing on it more and more until he felt it come to rest on the very base of his shaft. With a quick flick of his claws, the cheetah slid the puma's furry sheath over it, hiding its appearance, though its presence was well felt by the moaning and hissing cougar. His cock throbbed powerfully, but nearly helplessly; the ring would hold off any incoming orgasm for quite a while, forcing him to build up the pressure until it finally burst through.

Almost as if to tease him, Scorch wrapped one paw around his shaft, gently sliding it up and down his length, causing it to throb even more while it dripped precum onto his pads. Thrash could hardly stand it, he was so sensitive now, his groin lurching forward as much as his restraints allowed him, thrusting into the paw that was teasing him so miserably well. The cheetah did nothing to stop him, even encouraging his movements and increasing their reach by thrusting forward as well. Barbs flaring, the puma quickly felt a small tingling in the roots of his dick, heat building, preparing for the orgasm he wouldn't get to have just yet.

Scorch purred as he felt his pet puma clench and moan, thrusting so hard into his paw, trying to will his climax forward, but in the end, it was nothing more than a vain attempt, the ring holding true to its purpose. Seconds of vigorous thrusting and mewls and whines of frustration later, Thrash slumped into the cheetah's chest, a bit tired, but still as throbbing and needy as before. A few other pairs of eyes looked at them, staring, judging, but the cheetah only growled back at them, hugging his lover to his chest, both paws wrapped around his waist, biting down on his neck in protective defiance.

The stares were hard to miss, but his master held him so tightly that Thrash couldn't feel anything other than safe. He knew how much the cheetah loved toying with him, but he also knew that he wouldn't hesitate to fight to the death for him. Two years ago, a bear at a club had grabbed him, claiming he knew that the cougar was a "tailraising cocksucker" and that he wasn't going to tolerate a drag queen around him. He had tried to fight to get away, but the bear quickly slugged him in the chest, sending him falling into a wall, crumpling to the floor, wheezing to get his breath back.

Scorch had been there before the bouncers could arrive, smashing his bottle of beer over the ursine's skull before swiftly kicking him in the balls. The bear practically whimpered as he dropped, but the cheetah paid no more attention to him, instead swiftly arriving where the prone, practically sobbing puma had been, hugging him close and petting him, singing softly in his ear before finally helping him up and heading back home.

The knowledge that he was safe was the biggest reason Thrash had even considered allowing the cheetah to take him in public, knowing how exposed he would be. He had been turned on by it slightly when Scorch had made the proposition to him, but had also been very wary of it. The cheetah had done his fair share of convincing him for the last couple weeks, with all the meals he had cooked for him, movies they had watched together and even the few hours he spent simply brushing out his entire fur before rubbing his coat with fish oil. His pelt had shined that whole week leading up to tonight and when he heard his mate ask him, he just couldn't say no.

Because of that, the cougar was now almost drooling as those spotted paws of his lover rubbed so wonderfully over his rump, the claws tickling his muscles, squeezing the cheeks there as he kissed his neck and shoulders. One paw pulled out back up, the fingers stroking over his scrotum before locking onto the hidden button inside. With a quick snap, the cougar's tail was freed completely, and then a swift tug had his jeans down just above his knees.

That paw then moved to the cheetah's pants, the sound of a button undone and a zipper pulled down followed by the sound of a freed, red shaft slapping his rump. Thrash tensed and moaned as he felt his mate line his pole up against the cleft of his rump, almost immediately beginning to stroke up and down inside of it, precum quickly drooling out of the snake's slit to soak the cougar's rear.

Thrash moaned hotly as his mate lewdly ground against him, changing the pace often so that at one moment he was oozing the slick fluid through his crevice with long, purposeful, gliding strokes and the next moment he had the puma chirping, hissing and clenching as he ground so fast and hard that he threatened to catch the cougar's coarse fur on fire. Precum splattered onto the lower regions of his back while it also spit out from his front, the bobbing shaft spraying both the ground and his chest and chin with spurts of heated fluids.

Scorch began to line his thrusts up to the cougar's tailstar, the quivering pucker becoming the target of his sprays of precum, slicking it down for entry. Growling with satisfaction after one more spurt, the cheetah wrapped one of his paws around Thrash's waist while the other lightly gripped his cock. Normally, he would have taken the entry slowly, but the puma had told him he wanted it rough, so rough was how he would receive it.

A loud, unabated yowl sung into the air, escaping from Thrash's maw as all eight inches of his master's shaft ripped into him, his ass clenching on it harder a vice. He panted, he struggled to push it out, but Scorch didn't allow him a single inch of relief, instead flexing his cock on purpose, forcing the puma's insides to accept his presence and become used to his length. Precum shot out of both their poles, the cheetah's paw caressing his pink length, stimulating it from both ends. His prostate pulsed in ecstasy while his ass tried to accommodate Scorch's cock.

After about a minute, the cheetah began sliding his barbed penis back a few inches, diving ruthlessly back into his hole time and time again. Scorch growled as the cougar's walls hugged his length, spurring him onward with each pleasure inducing thrust. The stares were more abundant by now, but a few were curious looking, possibly even interested in watching. Determined to put on a show, to exhibit he and his mate's love for as many furs to see, he began working the puma's ass even harder, driving into him as hard as his thighs could propel him, instantly drawing back to his tip before slamming into him again.

There was no hope for him to stay quiet, the absolutely feral mix of pain and pleasure washing over his body and pulsing through his member with each successively brutal thrust. He moaned, yowled, sung to the sky, verbalizing both his instinctual need for pleasure and his love for the cheetah behind him. Thrash preferred to be taken roughly, dominantly, thoroughly, not only because it left him exhausted and completely satisfied, but also because it made him feel wild. He no longer cared at all about who saw the two of them. The publicity increased the intensity which only served to increase his need.

The ring nearly bit into his cock with how hard it was squeezing him. It alone was enough to keep him submitting to the cheetah, but that wasn't enough for his mate. Growling loudly, Scorch dug his teeth into the scruff of the puma's neck, letting go of his shaft to wrap his arms around Thrash's chest, moaning and grunting into his ear as his short, quick thrusts signaled yet another change of pace and stimulation.

Each short pump focused solely on pressing into Thrash's prostate, gleefully feeling it actually pulsate back against his length, each throb answered by his mate's desperate hiss and needy moan as his pink dick was stimulated roughly from behind. His own thrusts were becoming a bit erratic, Scorch having a difficult time keeping a steady pace as he began to near the edge of restraint. Determined not to finish so quickly, he pressed himself up into his mate's rear and relaxed, simply enjoying the flesh massage his length.

Not wanting to ignore his pet, Scorch slid his paws back down to his groin, one gripping his unbelievably hard dick, the second drifting a bit lower to rub his balls. Using just a finger and his thumb, the cheetah slid his paw down to the very base of Thrash's shaft, squeezing down on it just above the gold ring before firmly sliding back up to the tip, a long stream of frothy precum drooling out over his paw. Utilizing his other fingers again, the cheetah began to stroke in earnest, working up to the tip to tease his glans before stroking back down his girth, giving him a firm squeeze before sliding back up to his tip again.

Thrash mewled as his cock was pleasured, the firm grip of the black spotted paw leaving him a purring kitten, desperate enough to do anything to keep that paw there, rubbing him, urging him towards his climax. Soon, the second paw slid behind his balls, his fingers pressing into his scrotum, beginning to vigorously rub the area in time with his other paw's strokes. Closing his eyes, the puma murred, relieved at the contact; this was their special sign, a signal that release was near and rapidly approaching.

The clenching of the flesh around his shaft was starting to get to the cheetah, the soft pulsing pleasure still urging him towards emptying his seed. Scorch could feel his sac tightening, slowly pulling up towards his insides, preparing to release his essence. Knowing his time was running short, the cheetah bit down ever so harder on his mate's neck, a sparkle of crimson and a small, sharp hiss informing him he had broken through. Eagerly stroking over his mate's shaft, he pulled back and began to viciously thrust into the puma's exhausted ass, his spurts of pre preparing the passage for the final assault.

Finally, the dam broke and mind-blowing heat raged through his groin, focusing on his rapidly throbbing length, pleasure coursing through it before the final lightning bolt hit, his semen erupting outward in ecstasy, spurt after delicious spurt of spunk quickly filling Thrash's insides, drools of it oozing out the hole to stream down his crack and over his balls, spurring the cougar forward to his own orgasm.

The ring fought back, but the cheetah's and cougar's efforts combined refused to let it win. Thrash moaned and purred in glee as he felt the soothing heat of the cheetah's seed rush into him, and that, along with the continuous stimulation from his master's fingers and feral need for release, pushed him past the ring's resistance and over the edge.

Cum poured out from the puma's member, spitting straight up into the air before it splattered all over his chest, followed immediately by another and another, each throb spewing out pressurized strings of thick semen that coated his fur and the ground with each successive pulse. Thrash couldn't hold back, his whole body arched in ancient desire and exaltation as the relief of release washed over him. He yelled out Scorch's name as he was overtaken by the climax, his cock pumping the rest out over the cheetah's paw, the last few throbs weakly passing through the still firm grip of that golden ring.

The two cats didn't say anything. One paw remained around the cougar's shaft, lightly holding and rubbing it while the other wrapped around his sticky chest. The cougar had allowed himself to be publicly claimed by his mate and his ass showed it, still drooling out little bits of seed to coat his mate's sheath and balls. He loved it, though. Safely accepting the cheetah's warm embrace, Thrash purred as his own seed slowly streamed through his fur. They would go back home and shower soon, but not just yet. There were still a few more songs left to enjoy together and neither feline cared if anyone saw their cum-covered bodies.

With a swift movement and short click, the cougar's paws were freed, those fingers rubbing each wrist. Groaning and hissing as the cheetah's barbed dug into him, he was twisted around by Scorch until they could see each other face to face. The two pairs of eyes glimmered and shined as they wrapped their paws around each other, pressing their lips towards each other in a dance of love that only they knew the moves to.