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I woke up just seconds before my alarm sounded, the sound of the local radio station's music flooding my white furred ears, helping to wake me up further as I darted out a paw and found the switch to turn it off. Groaning, I pulled my ermine body out of bed, curling and popping my toes before settling my feet onto the floor. Since I lived alone in my small apartment, I didn't have to worry about clothing myself for decency's sake and instead walked to the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water in nothing but my fur.

With a flick of a claw, the oven began to warm up and I started sifting through the freezer to find something to cook. As fit as I was, my carnivorous appetite had to be taken care of before I could get moving, the energy from the meat and muscle fueling me for the shift of strenuous activities that would take place. Being the weasel that I was, I preferred the taste of rats and mice, many of which I caught myself in this dump of an apartment complex.

Living in Detroit posed many challenges, and though I would have loved to move out and find another place to live, my recent loss of a job and the bills that had piled up while I tried to find another one had created a massive delay in that prospect. Thankfully, the holdover on employment had been a short one, but I couldn't say that the new job was something I was proud of. Unlike most of the furs who were relaxing with their families or alone in their living spaces after a day of work, I was up, getting ready for a night of one.

Just a week after I had lost my job, my snow white furred body was moping through the last couple hundred dollars I had at one of the local nightclubs. After a few hours of heavy drinks, I had somehow caught the attention of one of the bartenders. Once he found out I no longer had a job, the buck was quick to contact one of the managers there. Now, instead of working on landscaping, my toned body poured drinks for the patrons for the first few hours before I began the second half of my shift.

It probably wasn't too hard to guess what that would be for anyone with deductive skills. Born with a rare recessive gene, my fur stayed white all year and even more so, my eyes were a deep blue rather than black like most weasels. That, along with the physique born from years of yard work and biking earned me a lucrative bit as a bartender during the regular hours, followed by several more hours spent dancing in the back for furs who got off on that stuff.

I had signed a two year contract that paid very well so long as I stayed through the first year. In return, they had set me up with their local piercing artist, which was why I was walking back in my room to grab the pair of sapphire nipple rings that matched my eyes nearly perfectly. As the only mustelid dancer there, I attracted quite the crowd, and so far, the manager had no complaints. Perhaps things would have been better if I hadn't felt so low dancing naked in front of gawking guys. At least all they did was stare; the bar had a very strict no contact policy for which I was extremely grateful.

The oven was fully preheated by the time my paws flittered back down the stairs. Opening the door, I closed my eyes and just let the aroma of freshly seasoned and cooked meat fill my nostrils. Sliding it out, I let it cool down some on top of the stove while I prepared a glass of water. Drinks were in high supply at the club, and after a few short weeks at the establishment, I had attracted enough admirers to get plenty of free alcohol before I moved to the back to entertain them in return. To prepare for it, I kept a strict diet of water intake and exercise.

The clock read 6pm, meaning I had an hour to eat and bike to the club. Sitting down, I began to chow down on my rat casserole, churring to myself as the warm flesh hit my taste buds. This was one of the best advantages to working where I did, as the owner knew how important it was for his employees to keep a fit and healthy look. Because of that, one of his assistants came by every Sunday to fill my fridge up with the food that would provide the perfect amount of substance and energy.

I was paid accordingly to the support the employer gave me, which wasn't much outside of the food. Thankfully, the panther owner wasn't anything like a pimp, but rather just one who scanned everything over from a business aspect. That meant that although I might show off my naked body for hundreds of needy furs every week, it was fully my choice whether or not to share a bed with someone for the night, something I hadn't done yet.

My eyes scanned over the local and national news as my plate's contents lessened, catching on a story that had recently been rocking through the country recently. Homicides had been happening at an alarming rate, most of them all unexplained and unsolved as of yet. Just four months into the current year, America was on pace to more than double the infamous national record.

Shifting my gaze from the television to the clock, my ears perked up as I heard the microwave timer buzzing to inform me that it was time to close up shop. Rinsing off my plate and tossing the containers of food into the trash, I hopped up and put on my game face. While it would have never landed on my primary choices for a job, I couldn't deny that the atmosphere had a distinct allure to it. Locking the door behind me, I hopped on my bike and began the journey that would take me to my destination.

"Hey Darius! Good to see you again, pal."

I shook paws with the ever chipper cheetah, the British bouncer who happened to be one of the owner's best friends. Chet grinned at me and gave my shoulder a quick pat before I headed in. Slipping into the back, I changed into my first uniform. It was nothing more than a t-shirt with the name and logo of the club on it matched with a pair of black jeans. Honestly, if serving drinks to patrons had been the only requirement of this place, I would have loved it. However, the second half always kept it from getting redundant.

Call me a bit undecided about what I did here. Though my pride and my heart knew that I should be working in a better establishment, other areas tried to convince me that it was completely acceptable. I had seen that cheetah grinding with other guys before, both giving and taking, sometimes in full view of the club audience and part of me wanted to just let loose and participate, but I always hesitated enough to avoid it.

Brushing the thought out of my mind for now, my weasel fingers began to dance in the making of the drinks, grinning a bit as I heard one of the regulars call out my name.

"Yo, Sleet. How's the day been so far?"

Though Darius was my actual name, Sleet was my club name that had been given to me after a couple days on the floor. One of the furs in the audience had called me that, saying I was as cold and dangerous as ice, and it stuck. I liked it quite a bit, especially compared to some of the other ones I heard here. Furs earned their reputations here and the names came with it. With me being one of only a very few who hadn't been fucked here, I never garnered any catcalls or what would normally be considered "slutty" nicknames.

I mostly hung out with Sirius, a rather devious mongoose, and Ebon, a hyena who worked in the back, washing cups of all sizes and stocking the liquor. Neither did any dancing, as they held regular jobs outside of the bar, though that never stopped the single mongoose from trying to get me from time to time. There were others here, but a lot of them were mirror images of what I didn't want to become; names like Steel Cheeks and Wet Lips weren't ones I would have been able to stomach.

Since it was the earlier hours of the night, the establishment was a bit slow, offering me an opportunity to engage in some small talk with the half dozen or so who sat on the stools.

"It's been pretty chill, Sal. Got in a good bike ride in the afternoon and watched a movie before taking a midday nap. Woke up, ate dinner and then biked here."

"Sounds like a blast."

"How are the kids doing?"

"Oh, you know. Sarah is closing in on graduating, so she's been more than happy to let me know on a constant basis that I'll soon not be able to keep her from dating her boyfriend. Charles will take her spot in high school as a freshman next year, so he's been working out a bunch to make sure he's in shape for the basketball tryouts."

I smiled brightly at the mention of the husky's good health and family, always happy to share in the lives of those I served drinks to. As I filled his draft beer up, I chose to bring up what I had seen on the news earlier.

"So, what do you make of the recent trends in murders?"

"I don't honestly know. It's crazy how fast the numbers have been exploding. Maybe it's selfish, but I'm sure as hell glad it's stayed level here."

"I hear you on that one. I'd have to cut out my jog here if Detroit was seeing the same thing."

The husky nodded, lifting his glass up to his maw before taking a long draw from it. Placing it down, he pulled out a few bucks and placed them on the bar.

"Get yourself something, weasel. I don't want my bartenders to have to work sober while I drink in front of them."

And thus the night began.

Less than an hour later, the club was buzzing with activity, as the end of the workweek rush to enjoy a Friday night in April pulled into full swing. Due to the higher end patronage this club seemed to draw in and their respect for the workers' desires, the place wasn't filled with the haze of cigarette smoke. Those of us who desired to keep our lungs fresh and lively worked on the first floor while the second one was designated for those who wanted to smoke or didn't care enough otherwise.

Lighter music played in the background, but wasn't so loud as to be overbearing for anyone. The heavier stuff would be saved for later, when we all got a lot more raunchy and naughty. Everyone was chill and well mannered, allowing for all comers to feel welcome and comfortable. There hadn't been a scuffle in over two weeks, which made the cheetah's job that much easier, though he was no less qualified for it.

The early hours passed me by faster than I could count the minutes, and soon it was nearly midnight. There would be a cover charge to stay past that, though it was half price for those who were already inside. In a short bit, those of us who worked the night shift would go shirtless for a couple more hours before the four hours of debauchery played their part. Sirius would be staying past to take over Ebon's spot as the dishwasher. I had pretty much come to the belief that it was so he could get free views of his naked coworkers.

With the cash collected from what was becoming a rather excited crowd, I hooked my white paws behind my neck and slid my top off, dooking as the hot air caressed right over my chest and especially, my nipples. The sapphire metal glistened in the low lit bar and always drew more eyes than I cared to try count. This was when I would be getting more drinks than I could pour down my throat.

Looking over to a cougar that was nearly starting to drool, I changed my demeanor completely, going from professional bartender in one second to professional tease in the next. My nipples were the eye candy and it had taken me only a couple days after the piercing to practically fall in love with them. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I strolled over to his seat, making a show of licking my lips before asking him what he wanted. He stared up at me for a few seconds before responding.

"I'll take a double shot of bourbon, and what's the simmering stout want?"

"Well, I'm a bit of a fan of Jack myself." I churred at him, pretending to swipe something off my chest as I slid a paw over one of my jeweled nipples.

"Great. Have a whiskey-sour on me then."

"Coming right up."

The feline got his drink in record time, and I could feel his hungry eyes boring into me as I walked off to the next thirsty fur. He had that animalistic energy to his demeanor that always sent a twitch to my sheath. I wasn't sure what it was about it that turned my libido on, but it never failed to work. Flicking my tail out at him in recognition of his admiration, I wondered whether I could get take my courage past the bar for once.

More time coasted by and as my alcohol intake slowly rose, I dropped into the back where Sirius was washing dishes with his headphones on. The rules were pretty laid back here, as the panther was pretty good about keeping this place a fun place to work in. The idea was that the happier the employees, the more welcoming they'd be to the customers, which meant more drinks bought, meaning more money. It was a win-win-win for all of us, and so the mongoose was perfectly in his right to chill as he was.

Taking a good several mouthfuls of water down, I turned to see him staring at me, his light orange maw smiling brightly.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself as usual. Though, I do have to ask. You found anyone who you might want to let loose with tonight for once?"

"Well, there's this cougar who has a feral energy to him that I just can't shake. He's been the main one working me up since we started. Some squirrel has tried, but his pick-up lines were worse than his looks."

Laughing in response to my comment, the fellow mustelid dropped the cup he was holding into the tray. Walking over to me, he swept his wet paws around my lower waist and slunk close to me. I would have reacted badly if it had been anyone else, but Sirius never took it farther than that. I hissed as I felt his tongue pass over one of my nipples, his paws digging in and massaging my hips.

It was probably the mix of the alcohol and the sultry words from the cougar out in the bar, but when I felt him press his lips against mine, I immediately relaxed, moaning softly as his warm maw pushed against mine. The kiss was soft and undemanding, allowing me more than enough space to pull away if I wanted to. Suddenly, though, I felt no desire to end it, instead pushing forward in eager acceptance and dooking in pleasure.

When he pulled away, his smile was as bright as his eyes were. I could feel his own hard shaft pressing against mine and I groaned in delirious ecstasy as I felt him grind against it just a bit. I hardly even breathed when he drew in a breath to speak.

"Why do you hold back out there? Afraid we're going to come to some nasty conclusion?"

I didn't say anything at first, but my ears lowered a bit, a slight sting of shame passing over me. Averting my eyes slightly, my slowed weasel brain tried to think of a good way to express myself, but I couldn't figure out that perfect way, so I just stumbled through it.

"I, I just don't...I don't know. I guess I don't want to feel used. You know that this was never my first choice of work."

Sirius didn't break his soft stare, his amber eyes sparkling with affection.

"It isn't for most of us, but that doesn't mean we can't let go of our own defenses and just have a great night. No one would think of you as some sort of whore if you let that cougar join in on the fun."

"Well, why don't you do it then?"

I let out a soft moan as I felt his deft paws slide up and work on my shoulders while he rubbed the side of his muzzle against mine.

"My parents are rather religious. They'd probably run around like the city was burning down if they found out I was fucking a guy, much less some random dude at a bar. It's bad enough listening to them chastising me about working in such a sin-filled industry."

I couldn't help but take the implication behind his statement a bit personally, even though I knew he hadn't meant to come across that way. He must have noticed, though, as he didn't hesitate to clarify.

"Don't you worry, you icy fur. When I find the guy or girl I want to spend my life with, I won't hesitate to make it known to them, whether they'll approve or not."

Nodding in an understanding of sorts, I wrapped the mongoose into a full hug, the both of us churring before letting go.

"So, do you think I should let the cougar have what he wants?"

"Only if you want him to."

I nodded in agreement and walked back outside, knowing that in a half hour, refusing the naughty feline would be that much harder. When I stepped back into view, I could see the cougar chatting it up with Chet and I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, as I figured the tan wildcat had moved on to a more agreeable catch, though I could hardly classify the spotted bouncer as prey. The image of the two cats roughing each other up on the floor sent a violent spasm through my swollen black shaft.

"Oh, there he is. Hey, Sleet. This cougar was just asking me about you."

Turning back around, my ears perked back up at the knowledge that I was still on the hungry cat's menu. His green eyes locked with mine as soon as my lithe body spun around and I couldn't help but just stare back for a few seconds before managing to respond.

"Oh, really? What was he asking about?"

"Pretty much straight up asked what the hell he could do to possibly get a run with you. I told him you've never said yes to anyone before, but that's only seemed to spur him on. I suppose that the only way to know would be to ask you."

"Uhhhmm." I hadn't a clue what to say. Before that talk with Sirius in the washing area I would have just politely declined, but now I felt a bit braver, not to mention a far bit needier.

"Anything I can do to convince you?"

I couldn't bring the word "no" to my maw and every second that I stayed silent was another ring of the bell that was tolling for me. My shaft surged and the image of the cougar's body intertwined with my own, his barbed cathood filling me up, his maw and tongue working on my nipples...my own black weaselhood refused the opportunity. Finally, with a slap of finality from my tail, I locked eyes with the puma, my own blue ones matching the lusty fire his possessed.

"What did you have in mind, cat?"

His ears flickered and I could see him react to the predatory tone in my voice. He growled back, but not in a threatening way, even letting his lips peel back in a slight snarl. I couldn't even feel the alcohol in my body. Adrenaline filled blood pumped through me as I looked back at him, waiting for his response. Finally, after a few tense, but very hot seconds, the puma relented just a bit, returning to more of a playful tone.

"Well, I've got quite the knack for making pancakes."

I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous comment, and doing so sent every bit of tension flowing out of my body. He chuckled with me and the atmosphere brightened immensely. The lightened mood did little to decrease my libido as my softly throbbing cock continued reminding me with every heartbeat what it wanted. For once, my mind agreed with the feral desire burning in me.

"Sounds like a good enough plan then, but I want chocolate chips in them."

"You'd get gold flakes in them if you wanted. When do you get off?"

"Well, I kin--"

"He's off right now."

My muzzle darted over to the source of the voice, the sapphire beads meeting with the amber ones of the cheetah standing a few feet from the puma. I took in a breath to start protesting, but was immediately interrupted again.

"You've more than earned it, and don't worry about the panther. He'll understand, even if I have to convince him a bit first."

The wink he gave me told me all I needed to know about what "convincing" would happen, and knowing Chet, he'd be more than happy to provide it for the equally buff panther. So, it was final then. Nodding in appreciation, but also shivering slightly in anticipation and nervousness, I turned back to the still hungry looking wildcat nearby.

"Well, we're both too drunk to drive, so who's calling the taxi."

"Oh, I'll take care of that, you just go get changed."

I nodded and turned around, heading to the locker room, chittering to myself in excitement, my tail looping around much like a cat's as I sped to the back, stopping to wrap my arms around the mongoose humming to himself. His wet paws met mine as he rubbed his cheek against mine.

"So, are you heading out with the kitten, then?"

"Yeah, but I'm kind of nervous."

"Makes sense. It's your first time, even a couple doing it for the first time would have butterflies. Just try and relax and let him start the ride. Just don't let him take full control of the direction of it. He's not the only natural predator out of the two."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks for the reassurance, though."

Peeling my head back, I nibbled on one of his ears and stroked over his cream chest, mellowing out in the sound of him murring as my claws prickled his skin.

"Do you think I might ever have a chance with you?"

Using the same flexibility all us mustelids were most known for, Sirius twisted around in my grasp and brought his wet arms to slide over my back.

"If there ever was a guy who earned that chance, it's you. For now, though, go let that puma teach you some tricks."

Giving a little chirp of happiness at his answer, my tongue shot out to lick over the mongoose's nose and I pulled him into a big hug before departing to the locker room. My thoughts kept shifting between the orange furred friend and the cougar, and it wasn't helping that each step caused my tight jeans to rub against the bulge hiding there. I sighed as the relative warmth of the locker room hit me as I walked over to the panels and pulled out my shirt.

I shuddered as I felt the brush of fabric fall over my hard nipples and wondered what else they might do beyond just make my looks more appeasing. Their presence had increased the stimulation and sensation I could give myself when I rubbed myself off, but from what I had heard of sex, it always felt so much better when someone else's paws made work of it. An image of the puma stroking over my chest and teasing the rings had me biting my lip as I slipped a light jacket on and proceeded back into the regular throng of customers.

Eyeing him in a matter of seconds, I made my slinking way over to the cat and lightly tapped his shoulder. He peered over at me and grinned, draping an arm over my back and softly rubbing the back of my neck. A soft chitter slipped from my muzzle at the feeling of his fingers there and I found myself leaning against him after a few seconds. I could feel his soft purr vibrating against me and I closed my eyes and let him continue caressing me.

"So, would you be comfortable going to my house, or would you rather we go to yours?"

With a small flick of my tail and a twitch of my cock, I answered him.

"Yours would be fine. The taxi here yet?"

"The driver should be calling me in a minute or two. Are you hungry? I know of a nice place that's open during the late night we could stop at first."

The mention of food reminded me that it had been a good six hours since I had eaten that casserole and my stomach felt quite empty beyond the alcohol.

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot. I haven't eat....ooooh."

I moaned softly as his paw dug into my neck, firmly massaging the muscles there. He pulled me towards him with his other paw, turning me around so that we were chest to chest in a light embrace. His paws left my neck and slid down my back, the claws tickling my spine as they drew southward, the sensation causing me to shiver a bit. My ears flicked as I heard the mountain lion chuckle a bit, his maw so close that I could feel the air coming from his muzzle.

"Don't tell me you're going all herbivore on me. Where's that aggressiveness from before?"

"I...I didn't know it'd feel this good."

"Didn't know? You don't do this often at all, do you?"

My ears splayed downward a bit and I frowned, looking away a bit before responding.

"I've...never actually done it at all."

"You're a virgin?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "Well, I've been with a few women, but never another guy."

"Nervous around new territory, huh? That's not too surprising as most predators are. They have to have a chance to explore some. Besides, women are boring. They don't innovate, don't adapt as well as other males."

I nodded in response, agreeing with him on the aspect of adaptation - my last girlfriend had abruptly dumped me as soon as she heard I had lost my job. Thankfully, the feline took my mind off the negative as his paws again drifted down my back and then inside my pants to rub at my rump. Chittering, I flexed them in reflexive response and hissed in a breath when he gripped them even harder.

"Well, I'll help show you the ropes this time, but I'll be looking forward to more from you as you learn."

My response died in my brain when I saw his head move forward and his lips pressed against mine, His paws left my ass and slid back up my back to hold me as his nose huffed within the embrace. The kiss was as soft as velvet and as smooth as silk, the little strings of saliva he laced over my lips serving to decorate our joined lips as I groaned into the contact, my own arms finding purchase around his torso.

Unfortunately, the moment was cut short as the cougar's phone vibrated in his pocket. Sliding one paw off of me while the other held me tightly against him, he pulled it out and even stroked it's humming case over my chest to let it buzz against me before bringing it to his ear. One quick conversation later and we began navigating the maze of patrons on our way out to the door. He held me close to his warm fur as we trekked a hundred or so feet to the taxi's location, caressing the fur around my shoulders.

Opening the door, he motioned me in and followed right after. I was a bit surprised by the fact that the windows appeared tinted enough so that one wouldn't have a clue what was happening inside, but before I could mention it, the puma had already spoken of the apparent address of his house, but also included some info I wasn't too prepared for.

"Take it slowly, though. I don't want any sudden stops."

The taxi driver did nothing more than nod slightly in acknowledgement before responding in a raspy, reptilian voice.

"Sure thing, Dax. Don't have too much fun."

Chuckling and then turning towards me, the mountain lion who's name I had just learned turned towards me and unbuckled the seatbelt I had just engaged a minute ago. His body leaned into mine and I chirped in surprise as he climbed on top of me while dragging me further underneath his cream furred chest. His paws slipped underneath my shirt and rubbed up my back, scratching along my spine in a way that had me hissing in seconds. He purred and grinned, leaning down to kiss my nose, licking over the sides of my muzzle before our lips met once again.

I barely even registered that the taxi had begun moving, as the sensation of my lips pressed against him swarmed through my consciousness. His feline tongue was rough and prickled my gums, but I found the stinging only spurred me forward. Returning the movement of his paws, I brought my own up to the back of his neck and stroked over the fur there, slightly digging my own claws into his skin hiding underneath. His heat rolled over me as our tongues danced with each other and I found that the warmth was directly affecting the hard pole of flesh lying prone over my crotch.

The cougar's paws never stayed still and soon they slipped further down my back until they dove into my pants and gripped my rump like he had in the club. Pulling his maw from mine just enough to break the kiss, I could feel his hot breath as he spoke.

"I heard you weasels are very flexible. Closest I've ever been to one was an otter about a year ago."

Nodding in response, I even went so far as to prove it by turning my torso around so that my back was exposed while my crotch remained turned towards his own. I could feel the tension in my waste, but it wasn't more than I could handle. Before I could turn back however, I felt the wildcat's weight press back down on my twisted position, holding me there as slid his paws up my chest this time. Those claws traced upwards until they found my pierced nipples and then hooked into the holes, effectively shackling my chest to the floor of the seat.

Huffing in the hold of his arms, my ears flicked back and forth as his tongue began to groom my neck, the rough appendage scrubbing through my coarse fur. At times he brought his lips down and sucked on the scruff, the action causing me to instinctively relax in his hold. I soon was just resting in his grasp, my eyelids drooping, occasionally swallowing to keep from drooling. Little tugs from down below kept me reminded of how I was trapped there, but I was loving every second of it.

After a good few minutes of this, the puma finally relented, letting my nipple rings go and helping to twist me back around. He didn't stay still for long though, instead situating himself so that his knees rested on the floor of the car. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me down to join him before pressing his muzzle forward in a kiss again. Our tongues immediately found each other and I could hear myself begin to dook in contentment. His paws drifted around me again, one wrapping around my waist while the other dove to a much naughtier location.

I thrust into his paw, my shaft's desire for physical contact finally being temporarily sated as I felt the flesh stroke through his pads. Precum dribbled out instantly, the floodgate opening like a dam. Dax purred even stronger into my lips, the vibrations buzzing gently through my skull. That paw of his traveled up and down my weaselhood, teasing the glans just underneath the tip before gliding back to the base to slide inside my sheath and rub at the roots. I was in heaven, finding myself unable to do anything but clutch at him as joy overwhelmed me. Constant bursts of pleasure rippled through my cock, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to ride it out too much longer.

Dax seemed to sense this and stopped the movement, instead just holding and squeezing the length as he broke our kiss once again.

"You seem a bit hot, Darius. Why not take off that jacket and shirt?"

In my haze, it took me a few seconds to register what he meant, but once I did, I wasted little time slipping my arms out of my jacket and pulling my shirt off, letting out a chirp as his muzzle buried itself in my stomach. His purrs rolled over my torso and his paws again slid up to glide over my back. His lips settled over my belly button and I giggled as I felt his tongue lick at the tiny divot. He didn't stay there long, soon traveling up my sternum until I could feel his fangs prickling over my collarbone. I shuddered as his lips wrapped around the bone, squeezing on it as he slowly glided to the left and right, leaving a trail of his saliva as all I could do was pant and moan.

That moan was quickly replaced with a loud snarl, my paws clamping down on the puma's shoulders as his lips released my collarbone only to instantly wrap around my left nipple. The hard nubs were primed for sensation, the pleasure mixed with pain as Dax's feline tongue scraped against it, eliciting both churrs and delicious groans from my lips. He paid attention not only to the nipple, but also to the metal that pierced it, sometimes slipping his tongue inside of the ring to pull at it, causing stabs of pain to rush through me, igniting more adrenaline and causing my libido to flourish.

It felt like he went on for an eternity, his lips making out with my nipple, creating trails of his saliva that slithered down my shivering belly. He worked at it until I felt like I might come simply from the stimulation, but the surges in my shaft just weren't enough for it and I was left to just clutch at him and ride it out until he released me. When he did, I was hardly given a second or two of freedom before I let loose an echoing trill in response to finding my other nipple in his maw's grasp.

His muzzle was already producing saliva at a rapid pace and it wasn't more than a few mere seconds later that I could feel the liquid stream down from his mouth. I shuddered and sighed, hissed and moaned while he continued to provide oral ministrations to my desperate body. By the time one of his paws slipped down again to caress my shaft, I arched my back in the pure shock of bliss as his pads joined his tongue in stimulating me to the clouds.

I was breathing like there wasn't any oxygen in the vehicle by the time he finally opened his maw again and allowed me my freedom. His paws found my rump cheeks and squeezed them firmly, snarling right next to my ear.

"Tonight, you are my prey. You are mine."

Without giving me even a second to respond, his lips were around the first nipple he had imprisoned and I found myself thrashing slightly as he bit down on it and suckled. The cougar didn't relent, instead pushing his weight forward until my mustelid back was bent over the seat, my weasel frame totally trapped under his as he worked his magic. The journey seemed to take forever, but finally, the taxi driver announced that we had arrived at the destination of choice. Finally releasing my tender and tingling nipples, the feline pulled out his wallet and paid the tab.

The paws gripping me returned and I found myself being pulled and then carried out of the car. I saw him pick up my coat and shirt and then the taxi left and darkness enshrouded us both. There were no lights on inside the puma's small house, but any fear I might have felt was drowned out by the adrenaline rushing through me. If the cougar wanted me, then I wanted him to have me.

Lights sparked on with the flick of his wrist and then the door was shut. I was carried over to a couch before Dax finally let me go.

"Stay there, you handsome stoat."

I didn't hesitate to oblige him, simply watching as he disappeared into a hallway. My ears flicked as they picked up the sound of paws rummaging through a closet. Curiosity had me peering down the hallway, but the feline was in a room at the end. After about a minute, he finally returned and I tilted my head inquisitively as he brought down a shoebox and set it next to the couch.

"What's in there?"

A small smirk crossed the puma's facial features but he didn't respond verbally, instead simply opening it up and pulling out a simple collar with a leash attached to it. The collar itself looked quite pristine, with studded blue gems around the outside. Otherwise, it was a slightly elastic black leather circlet with a looped ring for where the leash was attached to it. I half expected a gag and some shackles to be next, but the feline's paws only reached back down to push the shoebox away.

"Well, to be honest, I've always had a thing for some mild bondage as it spices up the night, so I've got a few items lying around. I was hoping that you might be interested in playing around a bit with me."

The cougar's voice seemed quite confident, but also polite, though there was a gleam in his eyes that almost belied a sense of pleading, as if the night would be less otherwise. Pondering it around in my head, I took into account that he wasn't asking for too much, not to mention that a fully excited and horny cat would surely keep my first experience from coming close to boring. Considering all circumstances, my weaselhood danced its answer and I found it hard to resist. Stretching out my neck, I let the eagerness in my voice be heard.

"Playing around with a wildcat sounds like the makings of a wild night. I'm in."

Dax's purr elevated a few notches on the volume sector and I smiled at the cougar's reaction, dooking a bit as well as I felt his paws slide up my back as he pulled himself up to me and pressed his lips against my own again. Our tongues entwined and wriggled around inside each other's maws. I could taste his musk. His paws were again rubbing over my bare back and chest, exploring every inch of my snow white fur and the skin that hid below it.

My own small paws rubbed at his head and shoulders, delving underneath the back of his shirt to push at the strong muscles around his shoulder blades. I had never experienced something quite like this as none of the women that I had gotten intimate with ever initiated much. Sometimes it felt like I was fucking a stuffed animal that moaned here and there, but with the very male cougar fondling me and rubbing his tongue all over the insides of my cheeks, the idea that sex was just a glorified pawing session was blown out of my mind.

Dax seemed to get the message that my paws were trying to send as he broke contact just long enough to slip his shirt off, lifting up to allow me a full view of his chest. Drooling just a bit, I surveyed the strong muscles along his abs and arms, letting out another slight gasp as he pulled me up into him and stood up. I hugged my arms around his back, grinning up at him as he turned around and laid back down on the couch, letting me rest on top of him as his claws slid right under my shorts again to grip and scratch over my rump. Hissing through my teeth, I ground into him, even letting out another deep moan as I felt his feline shaft pulse against my own trapped length.

I tried to say something, but the cougar shot his head up and wrapped his jaws around my neck, cutting off the air I had gathered and pulling me back down onto him while his paws continued to work on my buttocks. My weasel body shivered as I felt his tongue stroke over my exposed and vulnerable neck, spreading his saliva over my most crucial region. Even more blood rushed into my cock in response, causing a spurt of precum to spit out of my slit and stain my boxers.

Huffing through his clenched jaws, I weakly shook against his hold, my posture easily emulating how submissive I felt in his grasp. A soft whimper escaped through my airway once his paws moved downward, teasing my hips before sliding to just an inch or two away from my throbbing boner. His claws trailed over my pubic hair, just barely grazing the outer edges of my crotch. Dax was making my clear fluid dribble nonstop out of my piss slit and I could do nothing but moan as his strong grasp held me captive to his desires.

Relief mixed with desperate pleasure rushed over me as one of his paws slid further underneath to gently caress my cock. However, he didn't tease me there for long, allowing me a few seconds of physical stimulation before his paws slipped out again and then rode up from the base of my spine to just above my shoulders. Finally, he let my neck go, but kept it pressed next to his lips, which he used to kiss and suckle on my reddened flesh there.

"Are you ready to give yourself to me?"

He spoke with such direct bravado, with so much confidence and control that I couldn't help but meekly moan back. Opening my eyes, I caught his and after a few heavy breaths, my small weasel head nodded up and down. I would do anything at this point to feel his pads brush over my dick again and when I felt one of his paws dip back down to my waist, I tensed and spurted out a jet of precum in anticipation.

While his first paw dove back under my shorts and gripped my pulsing flesh, the other one slid to the floor and brought up the leather studded collar from before. With the fluid ease that few non-felids possessed, he curled it around my neck and then locked it close with a key. My eyes followed the key as the cougar below me nonchalantly side armed it across the room. A quick click while I was distracted told me that Dax had connected the leash as well. I was now fully under his command.

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I gripped the sides of the chair as Dax kneeled behind me, purring so loudly that I could feel it in my own bones. After he had collared and leashed me, he spent a few more minutes simply rubbing me and lapping at my shoulders and chin, even taking some time to nibble at my collarbone. He had caught the white furred ermine and we both knew it. Legwear had been removed and he had led our naked bodies to the kitchen, pushing me up against a chair and then tying my leash around it. The chair was too heavy for me to lift as it was, so I was left helpless to resist the hungry puma's advances. Not that I felt a desire to.

My eyes closed as I felt his paw draw my still shivering length downward, not stopping until it pointed to the floor. I could hear the drips splatter as he stroked up and down, coaxing both dribbles and streams of precum from the black snake he held in his fingers. His expert paws caressed and stroked over all of it, paying attention to every inch as I just drooled over the chair.

"Hmm, from the sounds I'm hearing, I'd guess you're quite needy."

I had to suck up the saliva I was letting run free in my maw before I could breathlessly answer. The collar wasn't too tight as to cut off breathing, but it was making swallowing quite uncomfortable.

"Verrrrrrry."

"Well, I don't want you coming too soon, so I guess we'll have to change pace."

With that, he gave one last firm squeeze on my cock and then let go. I half expected to feel him climbing up to mount me, but the cougar caught me completely off guard as he gently gripped my ass cheeks and spread them apart. I let out a long, shuddering churr as I felt his barbed tongue stroke over my scrotum. He smeared a long trail of feline spit over all of it and then brushed the tip right over my pink tailstar, eliciting a sudden gasp from my muzzle.

For a few seconds, all Dax did was blow cool air on the damp fur, making me shiver as the saliva intensified the feeling. I moaned out as he again passed his tongue over the white fur, glazing it like a donut. He bathed that strip of muscle leading from my sac to my hole again and again, dragging his barbed member over it until I started twitching as the skin underneath it grew raw from the friction.

The cougar didn't stop, however, rather continuing his ministrations until I was whimpering and pulling away from the contact. His purr was as loud as before and I heard and felt him chuff over my now very tender scrotum. Thankfully, he didn't start up again. My cock shivered as his claws brushed over it, teasing just below the head and then prickling their way back up to the base to rub at what hid inside my sheath. The cougar snaked his tongue over my ballsac, the snug container for my orbs following his tongue's movements until my maw dropped open.

I gripped the chair as his maw took my sac inside, immediately soaking them in his drool, covering them in gorgeous heat before his fangs and lips closed firmly around them. Spittle fell from my mouth as he massaged them with his cheeks and pet them with his tongue, even stretching out his fleshy muscle to tickle the underside of my sheath. I groaned hotly out to the walls, the rough sensation soft enough to do nothing more than add a primal sort of intensity to it and I started to feel the very twinges of a feral lust I wasn't familiar with at all.

It grew not only with the need for release, but the need to release on my terms, or at least as much of them as I could manage. The pleasure Dax was providing me was beautiful, but there was something missing, some ancient energy that twitched at the background of my mind, emphatically encouraging me to actively participate. I knew I was going to be fucked by the puma, but a sort of twisted instinctual drive called for me to act as much of a male and a predator as he was.

The same pain I had felt on the skin and muscles below my balls started to singe along my now quite tender sac, but instead of whimpering, this time I snarled, this time I embraced it and I found myself huffing and grunting as he worked over the slightly swollen testicles. Each pass of his tongue hurt, by god it hurt, but it was a hurt that spurred me further into the clutches of an instinct older than the ancient pyramids in Egypt, the need to be bred.

I hissed through clenched teeth when he slurped over my numbly tingling sac one last time and then let it drop back down to its home between my legs. Although I couldn't be sure if he had noticed the change in my demeanor, I felt it everywhere inside me. Adrenaline and multiple raging hormones had me growling for more. Pulling against the chair, I thrust my rear backwards at Dax, I heard a slight chirp from behind me as my balls lightly slapped the underside of his chin, my scrotum pressing into his nose, but that was followed quickly by a playful, yet dangerous growl.

"Yes. Yesss. This is why I love bedding with other predators. One only needs to find out how to open them up."

With that, his paws grasped around my waist and he used me to pull himself upright. Leaning over me, I felt his tongue rub over the back of my neck a few times before gripping the scruff between his jaws. Just seconds later, his back legs bumped into mine and I could feel the pressure of his own cougarhood pressing against the cleft in my rear. His length dribbled out precum that only slightly assuaged the rawness there, but it wasn't to last long.

"Now it's time to make you wild."

My yowl shook the chair as he ground his prickled cock into the swelling skin and fibers. Pain cascaded over me, but my mind didn't register it as anything more than fuel to drive me further into my nearly overwhelming lust. When his next thrusting grind broke the barrier and I felt the warm trickles of crimson blood start to dribble and then stream down my cleft and over my balls as he thrust forward again, I lost my mind. I became nothing more than an animal whose only goal was to be speared by that cougar and bred until his seed filled me and my cock erupted and spewed its own juices.

Dax was not far behind either, simply snarling as he ravaged my cleft, coating his shaft with my fresh blood, tearing the skin up with a few more powerful thrusts before his paws pushed my rear down and he lined up his soaked length with my tailvent. The reality that I was about to lose my anal virginity in such a violent and primal way crossed my mind, but as soon as I felt that first pulse of feline precum splatter into my insides, it was lost again. I bared my small ears back and snarled, twisting my head as much as I could to catch the eyes of that cat mounting me. My head was in a daze and I was sure I had known his name, but it wasn't coming to my memory.

The wildcat didn't take long to push inside me, stuffing one, then two inches into me, huffing for a few seconds before thrusting forward to bury half his length inside of me. Each throb of his shaft spit more precum into my already bloodied anal canal, the life essence that his prick had gathered from my still ravenously bleeding cleft smearing into my tube. I hadn't yet even seen his pumahood, but my knuckles turned white as I gripped the chair harder as he pulled back. Multiple metal studs rubbed right into my prostate, leaving me to growl in joy as ecstasy pulsed directly through my entire package.

Agony ripped through me as he drew back to his tip and then drove forward with as much force as he could, penetrating me completely, the echo of his balls slapping against mine could be heard seconds after it happened. Agony turned into searing pleasure as my addled and self-drugged mind sung in glee, pleasuring me to drive my instinctual desire to be bred further into my head. Every time the cat behind me pulled back, four pairs of metal studs dug into my male nub, sending shockwaves of carnal desire burning through my still throbbing and precum-streaming weaselhood.

I hardly even registered the room or the time or why I was here. I didn't know who was behind me and I didn't care. When I felt him drive forward yet again, spearing me completely on his prick, my jaws clamped around the top of the chair and I squeezed down around him as if to hold him inside me forever. My ears flicked as I heard him moan, his fangs spreading a bit to allow his tongue room to scrub over the trapped scruff. I snarled in displeasure when he let my neck go, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

"Say it."

Though I was sure the voice had come from behind me, I couldn't be sure if it was the tomcat or if I had fabricated it in my mind. Under normal circumstances, the brain of a weasel would have taken this to mean any number of possibilities and would surely have asked for an elaboration, but for now, there was only one thing that needed to be spoken, only one thing on my mind that had to be completed.

"Breed me."

And breed me he did, growling and snarling as he took an even more firm hold of my neck in his jaws and flashed his paws up my chest. He slid his claws into my nipple rings and yanked downwards, forcing me to the seat of the chair, giving him a steeper angle in which to fuck my ass. Seconds later, my world was a whirlwind of savage thrusting and overwhelming carnality. I had no thoughts on how sore my ass would be the next day; I only cared about how much ecstasy I could gain from his shaft.

My weasel body twisted and thrust back into him as hard as he plowed into me, trying to plunge his length even deeper, wanting to feel the mark of his precum hit just a tiny bit further into my passage. He obliged and slammed into me with the force of a train, knocking the air out of my lungs with each rock forward. I could feel his drool slather over my neck and his precum and our sweat drizzled down my crack and over my balls, helping to wash away the drying blood, leaving just a trail of scissoring cuts where his barbs had scored into the flesh.

His studs worked me into a frenzy, each one caressing my prostate on the way in and then firmly stroking over it on the way back out. Those paws rubbed at my nipples, twisting the rings this way and that way, twangs of pain pulsing through them, but I only noticed the pleasure hidden underneath it, a delicious ecstasy that only the existence of intense pain could break the surface of.

Neither one of us could keep going at it forever, and the gruff mating only lasted a couple minutes before I felt my balls tightening up against me, drawing forward and then rocketing out their seed. Sweet heat lanced through me and I snarled as my cock spasmed, pouring out long, nearly boiling hot streams of semen to coat the chair and floor behind it. Each spurt felt like its own climax, the hot joy in my ass only helping to lengthen it as the cougar cock's short thrusts kept the metal studs ravaging my prostate,

A long drool of saliva poured out of my gasping maw as the last few weak streams of cum poured out of my still throbbing and twitching length. I knew why it wasn't going soft, for the male behind me hadn't fulfilled my desperate desire - to be bred. Fortunately, as my mind suddenly regained its memory, the puma above me remembered his own need and began to thrust back and forth through my treasure trove, seesawing back and forth until I could feel him twitching inside me, dribbling out a few weak streams of cat cum as an appetizer.

It only took a few more thrusts before Dax fully pierced me, sucking on my neck and then letting it go to scream , like only a cougar could, to the ceiling as the force behind his climax increased immensely. The first shot sunk so far into me that I swore he was coating my rectum, but when the next one went further as did the next throb, I succumbed to the knowledge that the cougar was marking me far deeper than I could have imagined.

A few long spews later and I felt him slide his still cumming cock slowly out of my ass, letting it smear its spunk over every square inch of my canal before it finally popped free and pumped its glorious sperm over my back and tail and then eventually my cleft and balls as it finally ran out of juice. Both he and I just panted, both our cocks softening now that we had both achieved our release.

His paws shook a bit as he untied the leash from the chair, helping me to stand up before turning me around and roughly pulling me into his arms, our sweaty chests pressing against each other as he yanked my maw towards his. I had no complaints as I was more than pleased with how he had claimed me. My ass throbbed as did the trail between my aching balls and quivering tailhole, but I knew it had been worth it. One always wanted their first time to be memorable, and though I wasn't technically a virgin, this had been the first time ever with another male.

Our tongues danced softly with each other. Soon though, we found ourselves too overcome with fatigue and the endorphin release of our orgasms to continue. With a coax of a paw around my neck, Dax broke the kiss and lifted me up. He carried me to his bed, lying down with me resting on top of him, his eyes already closed in exhaustion. His paws wrapped around my chest and his tail gripped mine lightly as I heard him purr his way to sleep. My own eyes followed suit within a minute, my world turning to the dreams which would surely be filled with hot cougars and maybe some chocolate chip pancakes.

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This is the introduction of Darius/Sleet, who is the weasel half of my two fursonas. Hopefully, there will be other stories involving him that will continue to expound on his character.

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