FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Written by: Gerik Shark

Clomp is my character in this story, but Shad and all others are random picks on my part so sorry if you're one of them and don't like how it's used.

I wrote the concept for this story a while back, and was encouraged to come back and fix it. I like to think it's about 500% better then it used to be, and if you read the first one and remember it, tell me what you think.

As always, comments are appreciated to help further my writing abilities, so please leave one if you read it to enhance the chance of a sequel, or even another story in another storyline I've got going.

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In this story, Shad, pup, bitch, and slave are all the same character physically. The different names only signify the character's progression mentally through the ordeal so keep that in mind while reading when one of the non-specific adjectives is used as a noun and capitalized.

"ID please..." The equine bouncer said in a deep, smooth voice.

The black stallion's large outstretched paw just hung open out at waist-height for some form of age verification. Waist-height for a stallion of this one's stature wasn't waist-height to most, though. That paw was actually about chest-height on the wolf standing there with a confused look on his face trying to get into the bar, but a driver's license was retrieved proving he had just turned 21 only this morning with a quick digging in his back pocket.

This was obviously the first time this relatively average wolf had been to a bar, much less one with the type of reputation this one was said to have. He'd heard very little about what actually went on inside, but when there was not one fur that leaves unhappy, there had to be something interesting happening. It was just too bad his friends from his university couldn't come along.

The only way he was actually able to build up the courage to even walk in this part of town without friends in tow was because they had told him specifically to go alone to enjoy the experience to its fullest. He had no idea what that meant, but he was desperate to relieve some tension after the usual string of tests the professors had given him right before a long break.

The stallion snapped his fingers in front of the wolf's muzzle to grab the smaller male's attention once again, pulling the fur from his dazed state.

"Wake up, Pup. Bar's on the left down the hall, dance floor's to the right. Would you like to enter the Friday-night contest? Entry is free." The tall stud said as if he'd said it just over a million times before.

The black fur covering the towering stud's entire form made it hard to see him against the black back-drop of the hallway leading to the dance-floor. The wolf could tell the stallion's eyes were gazing straight down at him though, and his awkward silence was broken with the sound of a ticket being ripped and handed to him.

"I'll take that as a yes." The stallion finally said, moving the canine along with a powerful pat to the rump.

With wide eyes, the mid-sized wolf stepped forward quickly while brushing his tail low. He didn't know how to respond to such a blatant, and somewhat awkward, gesture.

"My name's Shad, not Pup..." The dark-grey wolf replied in a snyde tone, and after glancing down at his ticket he noticed it was just a small piece of paper with the number '47' written in red ink.

He stuffed the paper into his pocket, but kept the number in his head just in case it came up later. Suddenly a heavy, large paw was felt resting on his shoulder to spin the wolf around in his tracks like a ragdoll.

The stallion had quite a grip, although judging by the bulging bicep of solid, black muscle, this was nothing compared to what the bouncer could do if he really wanted. The same deep, smooth voice responded as calmly as ever.

"After tonight, you'll be whoever I call you." The stallion said with a dark tone and demeanor. The only parts of the stallion truly visible were the pearly whites showing between his lips while a grin slowly spread, along with the slight glint of light reflecting from his eyes.

"Now go on and have fun, and don't lose that ticket." The bouncer continued in a more upbeat tone.

The horse's grip slowly loosened and the wolf tugged himself free, unsure if he was just threatened or not, and not really sure if he should have even come. He pondered just walking out the door and leaving, but the sound of music down the hall soon pulled him in like a piper seducing him by putting the wolf in a trance. He gave a flustered look over at the stallion that was now helping another horse at the door, knowing that even walking back out would be impossible with the massive line formed to get in. Shad stepped himself in to the first establishment that would legally sell him a drink with an excited and anxious feeling in his gut.

The bass was deep, the music steady and fast, and the hallway opened up to quite an active dance floor. The furs about were amazingly hot at first glance, and the wolf had to close his gaped maw before continuing onwards.

A smile spread over the wolf's muzzle as he made his way towards a friendly looking bartender; yet another male who also happened to be a rather tall, muscular horse. The equine's gaze glanced over the wolf for a moment, eyeing him up as if doing an impromptu age check before he stepped closer and wiped off the bar in front of Pup.

"What'll it be?" The bartender asked over the music while setting the cleaning cloth down and resting his palms on the counter in front of him to lean closer.

The wolf was stuck just gazing over the massive array of bottles, and with a quiet cough he just rubbed the back of his neck.

"Uh... I'll have a whiskey and coke." He said awkwardly, unsure if he'd even just ordered a real drink or not. He'd just made a complete fool of himself judging by the way the bartender looked back at him, but with a hearty laugh the stallion turned and began pouring a drink for the confused wolf.

"I'll put this on your tab... 47, I assume?" The light-colored horse asked, perking an eye-ridge over at Pup before handing him a tall glass of whatever it was he just poured.

The wolf's ears shot up as he heard that number on his hidden piece of paper, and he nodded his head with a shifty-eyed look around. A shaky, nervous paw reached out to grab his very first drink, and the cool glass wet the fur on the palm of his paw while his paw-pads suddenly grew cold.

"How'd you know I was 47?" He asked the bartender, but by the time he looked up from his glass again, the horse was on the other side of the bar serving a drink to another patron.

As the wolf reached out to try and get the bartender's attention again, he noticed just how busy the club seemed to be. Out on the dance-floor were no less then 50 furs, most drunk or getting drunk, and having a good time. The entire bar was around 40 meter by 40 meters, squarish in appearance, and filled with the musk of male furs. On the far side of the room and towards the back of the dance-floor was a cat-walk similar to one that'd be at a fashion show. There was no show at the moment though, and random furs climbed up to dance lewdly on stage. High above on the ceiling were an array of lights, and most were flashing in patterns similar to that of the loud, heavy music the thumped from all sides.

A quick whiff close to the glass Shad was carrying seemed to singe the scent receptors right out of his nostrils, and a quiet whimper escaped his throat at the burning sensation. Whatever he was poured, it was strong. Not that he knew the difference between soft and hard liquor. The Pup's furred fore-arm brushed across his nostrils in a feeble attempt to get some feeling back in his nose, but afterwards he just lets out a sigh of defeat and downed a little sip of his drink. The wolf's eyes shot open and he coughed, the burning sensation in his throat just sitting on the back of his tongue while he hung his jaws open and breathed heavily.

A heavy paw was felt resting on his back soon after, and yet another tall horse stood beside the canine with a concerned look in his eyes.

"You alright, Pup?" The tall equine asked, ears swiveled to point forward and down slightly towards him. The paw on his back was oddly soothing even through the shirt he had on, and he found himself smiling stupidly up towards the patched horse's muzzle.

"Yeah... Just not used to the taste of alcohol, I guess..." Pup replied while raising the glass to his muzzle once again to take a deeper swig of the thin, cool liquid. He tried to stifle the cringe that rushed through him while he got another taste of the awful drink, but the stallion definitely felt it with that paw placed on the wolf's back.

"Alright... Well if you need any help, ask the bartender to send you my way. I run the drunk-tank to help sober up furs that get a bit too much in their system. Just ask for Jay." The friendly stallion said, giving the wolf a friendly pat on the back before stepping off and mingling in with the crowd.

The wolf's gaze followed the stallion into the gathering of males and just rested over the mass of furs for a few moments while lost in a dream-state. He eventually shook his head to snap out of it once noticing his glass wasn't empty yet, though. He looked down at his heavy cup and cringed just at the thought of another sip, but he was too cheap not to get every last drop he paid for. His college student budget just wouldn't allow it.

With a deep breath he took another quick sip, his entire body going tense as he slid his tongue along his teeth to kill the burning sensation.

'Fuck, that was disgusting...' He thought to himself, but he was already feeling a bit of the buzz he'd heard about from other furs.

Everything seemed slightly slower, more interesting, and just more... significant then before. He was walking just fine and his speech wasn't slurred, but his brain was just... turning off for a bit. It probably wasn't a good idea to wait until after the bar visit to go eat dinner.

The wolf's muzzle soon showed a broad smile even though he probably didn't know, or care. He was too busy stepping into the crowd swinging his tail to the beat of the music while the taste of the drink slowly became less repulsive the more he sipped at it. His glass was soon empty, but he saw a fresh one being passed to him from Jay almost immediately. The friendly stallion just winked at him and took his empty glass before stepping on over towards the bar. Jay handed the glass to the bartender to be washed later, and both then glanced back at Pup with good-natured smiles.

The wolf was feeling far better then good after only a few minutes within the dance floor. He was mingling with attractive furs, and he'd been felt up at least seven times by wandering paws. He wasn't about to stop and ask questions; Pup was an attention slut when he was tipsy it seemed. Slowly, but surely, the second glass disappeared. This time the glass was taken from him, and a third wasn't handed to him. He looked over at Jay who'd once again taken his glass, and tried to beg for another glass with a whimper.

The friendly equine just smiled and shook his finger.

"You've had enough. We need you able to stand." Jay said light-heartedly.

The reply was confusing to Pup, and he just tilted his muzzle. The confusion quickly faded though as a palm came to land a firm smack on the wolf's ass. Instead of whimpering, Pup just let out a lewd moan that was easily heard at least 10 steps away over the sound of the music. The wolf quickly grabbed his muzzle in both paws, but then began to giggle into his own fingers for no apparent reason while he glanced around for the possible source of the wandering paw so he could get another.

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The night was going well, and it'd barely just begun. The staff seemed friendly enough, and he'd gotten some numbers from furs he'd been grinding against and danced with. He'd even gotten a few scribbled onto pieces of paper that were jammed down the hem of his pants, not that he minded in the slightest. Most paws that were doing the jamming either got a good feel of wolf-package, or a palm full of ass.

After the effects of his drinks were hitting Pup full force, the music was lowered to a whisper and the bartender came over the PA system to make an announcement:

"The contestant for tonight's show has been chosen, and the events are about to begin. Everyone make room for our very own bouncer, Clomp, who will be performing tonight." The bartender announced.

With that, the music was cut and a new source was fed to the speakers. The new music was dark and deep, and the furs on the dance-floor made a practically perfect line for the tall fur making his way down the hall-way from the front door. This stud looked like he could part the red sea with a wave of his hand with the way everyone maneuvered to give him plenty of room. His hooves' steps on the dance-floor were firm and determined, heavy-sounding thuds echoed just over the sound of the music as he made his way towards the catwalk.

Upon reaching the stage, Clomp lifted one paw to rest on the surface before jumping up. The full height of the stallion with the stage beneath was enough to easily make him tower that much more easily over everyone else as he stood calmly. He walked to the center of the two-meter-wide cat-walk about two thirds down the length of the platform and stood perfectly still, hooves shoulder-width apart and hands resting in fists casually at his hips. The black fur of the stallion was only slightly more visible as the lights occasionally shone over his body, but the flashing still made it hard to see all of his features besides the muscles, of course.

The music was suddenly cut, and the lights dimmed to perfect darkness. The entire room went silent almost instantly. A booming voice came from center stage as Clomp began to speak, and the unmistakable words:

"Number 47. Front and Center!" were called out. The black-lights from the ceiling illuminated the stage with those words.

A few furs' white shirts suddenly lit up, but the true light show going on was from the black stallion on stage. Phosphorescent ink had been tattoed all over Clomp's body in tribal designs which made the horse's black fur glow in a spectacular pattern of fluorescent purplish-white. The intricacy of the design was astonishing, and the tattoo shone right through the black stallion's fur as he stood alone on the platform perfectly still.

After a few moments of silence passed, the stallion once again called out.

"Pup... On stage... Now."

His statement wasn't a request; it was a demand, and the tipsy wolf let out a quiet whimper at the shear tone the horse was using. Suddenly two stallion's helped bring Pup front and center after hearing where he was with arms beneath either of the wolf's shoulders.

They lead him in front of the stage in the gap that had been made for Clomp to walk through earlier, and the wolf didn't put up a fuss with how agreeable he seemed to be from the drinks and the two large studs waiting for him if he tried to escape. Pup's legs were shaking noticeably as he glanced about for some sign of help or relief, but he only found muzzles glaring at him. Some were sneering, some grinning, but most were just smirking.

His eyes drifted upwards towards Clomp, and the gaze burning down at him from the tall horse persuaded him to climb up onto the stage pretty easily. He was dwarfed by the tall stallion by at least a foot, and the long muzzle facing him soon lowered so he could look Pup in the eyes.

Clomp didn't say anything before his hands started moving to hold out two white, leather cuffs he'd been carrying. He reached out towards the wolf, but instead of cuffing Pup, he began cuffing himself. With a quick jerk on the leather binding his wrists to make sure they were tightly secured, he finally spoke to the wolf in his demanding, deep tone.

"There's a rope above your head. Use it to tie my wrists together and then give the bartender a thumbs-up." Clomp ordered somewhat quietly.

The command was simple, but the tipsy wolf just glanced at the stallion like he was speaking Greek. After a split moment, the gears finally began to turn in Pup's head and he looked up to see a rope attached to a pulley on the ceiling. He clumsily grabbed for the rope and tugged it downwards to a more workable height before he began tying the stallion's wrists together. Pup didn't think to ask why, he was just doing as he was told and going with the flow as the alcohol led him on.

The command was simple and innocent enough, it's not like he'd never tied rope before for someone. Maybe it was just a cool magic show the horse was putting on and he was the assistant...

With a sharp tug, Pup made sure the stallion's wrists were bound together with the rope attached to the pulley on the ceiling, and he looked over to give a thumbs-up to the bartender who just nodded in return. Slowly but surely, the rope began to grow tighter, and Clomp's hands were raised up until they were snugly up above his head. When the stallion was reaching towards the ceiling and the full tattoo was shown lining the horse's musculature, the winch finally stopped and left the stud bound on stage.

Pup just stood awe-stricken as he took in the sight of the muscled stallion bound in front of him, although his day-dream was cut short by another command from Clomp.

"Pull off my loin-cloth... Bitch."

The wolf's ears instantly went flat at the term for the female form of his species, and he glanced back to see the two stallions still standing there to block his escape. Shad stepped forwards to begin untying the stallion's only covering meekly, breathing deeply and unsure even in his drunken state. He hadn't seen it before in the limited light of the hallway, but all Clomp had on was a tight, skimpy loin-cloth.

Fear was building within the bitch, but it just couldn't keep his hands from doing what he secretly had wanted to do to a male for years now. The straps were untied, but Bitch just couldn't take it upon himself to pull it down.

The dark stud once again spoke up though, seeing the wolf standing idle after his loin-cloth had begun to lower slowly thanks to gravity.

"Bitches belong on their knees unless ordered to stand." Clomp spoke demandingly.

The order was clear, and the tone only hammered it into Shad's head that much harder like a nail that pierced his very soul. The wolf dropped to his knees instantly, bowing his head to the stallion that was bound with hands towards the ceiling. Bitch's paws then slowly got to work sliding up the stallion's thighs, his paws effeminate in nature given his position beneath the dominant fur. The soft finger-tips caressed over the hem of the loin-cloth until he was able to tug just enough for the fabric to fall to the floor. He sneered to himself at being controlled, at being used, but it also made his dick throb within its sheath.

The glowing-white tattoo practically lead the wolf's eyes to gaze down at the crotch now presented him. That groin had the effect any equine's would on a wolf, and Bitch's eyes were left wide... just like his jaws. His nostrils were then filled with the intense musk of the horse, heady and masculine in nature and oddly arousing to him as it flooded through his senses.

He tried not to stare too obviously at the large sheath and heavy testicles resting between Clomp's thighs, and he shakily looked up towards the long muzzle that was glaring right back down at him. Bitch's breaths were shallow and controlled, not wanting to inhale the stench of the dominant male.

"Stand, Bitch. Give me a smooth, even coat of latex..." Clomp ordered loud enough for all to hear.

The command in itself seemed like more of a riddle. What was he supposed to apply the latex to, where was the latex, and what was he doing on stage again? The alcohol was definitely taking over now, and his vision blurred slightly before he saw a thick, white fluid begin descending along the rope tying Clomp 's wrists to the ceiling.

The smell of liquid latex soon filled the room as a slow stream of the fluid polymer flowed down the rope onto Clomp's hands and arms. The wolf stood quickly and looked up, shakily standing on his toes to begin brushing the gel-like latex into the stallion's short fur in an even coat. Wherever Bitch brushed the liquid, it stuck in the fur which let subsequent brushes of the wolf's paws slide the latex right over to smear over a fresh patch of black fur.

Bitch was practically leaning against Clomp for support, barely able to stand up on his own with how affected he was by the alcohol. After each arm had been given a thick coating of latex, the wolf began scooping the polymer into his paws so he could work at stroking the viscous fluid into Clomp 's chest and abs. The muscles were strong and firm to say the least, and Clomp's pecs were flexed and bulging out against the pelt Bitch was painting over. Shad had no problem brushing the latex all over Clomp's muscled front, in fact, he would have paid to do something like this in all honesty. If he wasn't drunk, he'd probably have passed out from anxiety though and avoided the situation as much as possible in total fear.

The wolf's paws once again begin spreading the latex down from the feed-stream given by way of the rope, the next target being Clomp's equally muscled back. The stud stood perfectly still with nostrils flared, and his jaws closed while the latex poured freely down either of his arms to get smeared over that firm body he possessed. Bitch's paws began kneading into his back which pulled the first unintelligible sound of the night from the black stallion; that being a smooth, sharp breath of air just fast enough to sound like a quiet, pleasured groan. The muscles of his back were obviously quite tense, and the wolf eagerly ground his paws into the back of Clomp's ribs to eliminate any tight muscles without even thinking.

After stepping back to check out his own work, Shad's paws once again grabbed handfuls of the thick liquid latex to begin rubbing into the stallion's thighs and calves. The muscles here weren't quite as tense, but the wolf still rubbed his paws into the flesh to knead the muscles and press the latex firmly against the stud's pelt for a tight bind. It took quite a few handfuls to get a thorough, even coat over the stallion's legs, and Bitch lowered back down to his knees afterwards thinking he was finished with his work.

"I didn't give you permission to stop, Bitch." Clomp said, voice definitely sounding much more relaxed after such a thorough rub-down with the warm, viscous polymer.

Shad quickly got to his feet again to pick up a few large globs of latex that had been building up by the stallion's hands, and he soon realized the horse wanted better coverage than what he had first offered. The wolf's ears folded back submissively and his paws began carefully brushing the latex over Clomp's face. The warm liquid was quite soothing to say the least, and the horse's chest visibly lowered as he let out a deep exhale.

Latex was spread smoothly over the taller male's long muzzle after being brushed from the top of Clomp's head down to just above the nostrils. Bitch also made sure to get along the sides of the horse's neck, but avoided the black, flowing mane along the back that lead up to a sharp-cut Mohawk. Shad also made sure to keep away from the horse's eyes, nostrils, lips, and ears as well, making a mask out of the liquid with perfect circles around each eye and ear. He avoided the end of the muzzle all-together to keep from getting latex in the stallion's mouth, unsure of the consequences for such an act of insolence.

The next target for the wolf was obviously the horse's tight ass, and the wolf picked up a good amount of latex before knealing behind the stallion. Shad's jaws clamped around the base of the flowing, smooth tail of the stallion, and he lifted upwards with his muzzle to press both palms flat to Clomp was firm, flexed rump. Those paws then begin to circle in opposite directions, smearing the warmth all over that exposed backside and even getting in the crack of Clomp's ass which caused a deep shiver to run up the equine's spine. The exploring fingers felt the heat of that flexed backside pressed to his palms, and the coat of white latex connected the lower back to the upper thighs when the coating was complete.

The wolf stood shakily as he began to gather latex for the last remaining part of the stallion, and Clomp angled his muzzle down to look Bitch in the eyes.

"Balls, sheath, and groin. For every drop on my shaft, you get five floggings. For every drop on my tip, you get twenty. Then you get to suck off the latex once it's dried." Clomp said to Shad, voice stern as ever before his head once again returned to its posing position.

Bitch's paws froze under the pressure as he looked down to see the stallion was quite aroused from the show being performed. He swallowed hard and then leaned in to press his latex covered palms to either side of the stallion's sheath, carefully brushing outwards from there as the dick in front of his face throbbed and flexed from his gentle caress. A smooth, even coat was much harder to apply to such a difficult area, although the wolf made due by brushing his palms all along the taint of the horse, underneath to the sac, and then around to the upper side of Clomp's groin once again in one smooth motion.

The sac was the hardest part to get without touching the shaft, and the wolf just grabbed both heavy orbs in each of his palms to begin kneading the latex into the velvety flesh. His hands shook in arousal and anxiety, and the pleasured groans from the stallion only encouraged him as he blatantly felt up the most private part of a stallion he'd never met before. Shad soon smoothened out the latex covering the horse's groin and made sure he was given a clean, clear coat before he once again got on his knees in front of the stallion.

"That will suffice, bitch." Clomp ordered before he shook his tail over towards the bartender.

The black-lights suddenly changed color just slightly, and the white latex covering the stallion began to cure quickly to create a solid, tight, and extremely smooth coat of white latex over the stud's entire black body. It only took a few seconds for the latex to fully cure, and the pulley holding Clomp's paws above his head was loosened so his hands once again rested down in front of the stud's strong form.

The equine's body was fit like a glove in a coating of latex, although key areas such as his eyes, ears, nose, cock, and longer hair still showed the stallion's black fur. He smirked down to the wolf and stepped forward while undoing the rope from his wrists that was solidly coated in latex. The white leather of Clomp's cuffs kept the color-scheme solid, and after the rope was lifted away by the winch once again, two heavy, latex-coated paws reached down for Bitch's muzzle. Every move the stud made strained the latex, although the complete coating of the smooth material held strong and stretched enough to allow easy movement by such a strong male.

Clomp's massive, nineteen inch dick was pointed straight for the drunk wolf's mouth, and the demanding stallion's paws grabbed the back of Shad's head to pull his head ever closer. The flare at the tip of the stallion's organ flared in anticipation while a single drop of prefluid dripped in a long, slimy strand down to the floor between Bitch's knees.

"Open up, Bitch... Now we show everyone here if you're worthy of the name, 'Slave'..."

The wolf's eyes were wide and unfocused, the position and situation unlike anything he could have imagined. Bitch's gaze wandered over the white stud, unable to stop at anything besides the flagpole of a cock approaching his lips. He suddenly wanted to pull away, to cry and run home, but he also wanted to stay...

'What was I thinking? Why did I come? Where am I again?' Shad thought, mind blurred by alcohol's intoxicating effect.

Questions raced through the wolf's mind faster then he could even try to answer them. Every single one soon flushed away to the back of his head as something hot, slimy, and extremely large began brushing against his lips. Wolf ears drooped instinctively as he got his first taste of a dick. The taste was riddled with emotion for the wolf, splitting his personality within. It was delicious, but it was awful. The texture was sickening, but it was perfect.

The battle for control of his body and mind had begun. Fear and doubt ruled him before tonight, and now the stallion worked to steal it away on stage in front of the assembled crowd with alcohol as his main weapon.

Bitch soon noticed that his muzzle was open, but Shad didn't remember opening it. The flavor that washed through his mouth mixed with the lingering alcohol and made a smile cross over the wolf's lips that could easily be seen by those watching. Horse pre filled all of his senses at once, tasting so warm and delicious, feeling so slimy and smooth, smelling so musky and masculine, sounding so lewd as he licked it around the inside of his mouth, and no doubt looking like all of those things combined as a drip of prefluid mixed with saliva drooled from the side of Bitch's muzzle.

Clomp was silent throughout his defiling of the wolf's maw, flexing his dick up against those supple lips to douse the inside of Bitch's muzzle with his scent and lubricating fluid. The shear volume of the warm, slimy substance was enough for the canine's lips to drool it consistently now, and Shad just wouldn't open his throat to swallow it all down, it seemed. The mental and physical barrier still stood within his neck, and not even his arousal would allow fear's control to be broken that easily.

"Mouth wide open, tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth, Bitch." Ordered Clomp.

The wolf tentatively opened his mouth as wide as he could and shifted his tongue to the bottom of his maw as he looked up with a blank stare. He was trapped, his body drunk and unresponsive while his mind was blurred. Clomp had the wolf right where he wanted.

The wolf looked so innocent and unaware in his drunk state, and it was the perfect moment for Clomp to 'attack'...

With no warning or even a sound, the wolf's innocence was stolen with two hands tugging and one set of hips thrusting. Horse-cock immediately began wedging into Bitch's muzzle, filling it quickly and spreading those lips far past what even the wolf thought was possible.

Shad's paws gripped tightly to Clomp's thighs in surprise at the speed and ferocity of the motions, and his eyes were wide and white as his mouth was taken as the stallion's own. He wanted to whimper, but all he could do was silently moan while being used. On stage and in front of people he'd never met, getting forced to submit and suck the dick of a male who probably didn't even remember his name... it was all too much for him to even comprehend in his current state. This was something he couldn't even fantasize about.

The arousal was obvious to everyone as his canine dick lay jutting out between either of his thighs, drooling prefluid and smearing it into the stage's floor as the wolf was man-handled. A heavy breath escaped through the wolf's nostrils, and it was the last thing his lungs could do on their own before that fat mushroom of a cock-head pierced his neck's entrance and delved into his throat.

Sharp, quick gulps and swallows tried to block the large invader, but Clomp simply shoved forwards with his hips and stretched the neck of the wolf nice and wide. The audience's response was a mixture of gasps, cheers, and snickers as the fur on the wolf's neck stood up visibly. The sensitive flesh of Shad's neck lay pulsing and stretching around the meaty warmth of the stud's dick at last.

The wolf's throat had been penetrated, his mental and physical defenses destroyed, and the wolf's fear and self-control was crumbling rapidly.

It's then that the wolf felt a slight ridge on the stallion's cock push up against his lips. His neck was already stretched, but the medial ring of the equine member had just touched his lips. The drunk sub's eyes closed as he tried to gulp and close his throat, too intoxicated to control himself properly while so wrapped up in the moment. All he could do was grasp as hard as he could at the stud's thighs, although it was plain to see that he wasn't doing much more then feeling up the dominant male while trying to feebly escape.

Emotions mixed within the subby wolf, wanting everything the stud dished out and more, but also wanting to escape, to flee his inner fears of being seen, being watched, and being judged. His state of mind wasn't the same as usual though, and the shear arousal was winning for once. His eyes soon began to focus on the leftover horse-dick protruding from his mouth, and his tongue began to respond by sliding along the underside of the member working its way ever deeper into his maw.

Shad wanted to serve, to please, to give, and he gazed upon the cock of the male using him while his throat began to relax and his palms began wandering upwards to support the fat testicles of the male he served.

His body and mind now began giving in to Clomp, his owner and master was the stallion barking orders and filling his mouth. His entire state of being was now changing, his eyes opening to a whole new existence that he craved. No longer did doubts and fear cloud his judgment, no longer did he think of other's perceptions of him, and no longer did his hands shake as they found their velvety targets.

The wolf was changing, his very being molding to that of a servant and slave. He didn't want to get away any more. He was being controlled by the stallion, now.

"Slide your lips down to the base, slave, so that everyone may see what a willing cockslut you really are." Clomp said in a much less determined voice, his tone taking on more of a simple command.

Shad smiled weakly on the corners of his lips at being called his true name, the effect obvious in the spit of pre pouring from the wolf's cock onto the dance floor. His paws grabbed those large nuts and tugged to help pull the canine's lips further and further down the large shaft of his master. Inch after inch disappeared into his mouth, forcing his lips wider with each bit of flesh.

Shad's throat was pulsing in time to Clomp's heartbeat, his upper chest now forced to bulge out while cock filled him far deeper then most can even imagine. With only a few long moments, the wolf's eyes cringed closed and he shoved himself forward so all his weight leaned on the large male in front of him.

One heavy paw then grabbed the back of Shad's head to hold it in place, and the flash of a camera soon blurred the wolf's vision before he realized his lips were touching the crotch of the male he now called 'Master'. Nineteen inches of the stallion's dick lay wedged within his neck and esophagus, and the wolf was swallowing and tonguing over that cock more eagerly then even he thought possible.

Slave's eyes looked up to the stallion and found the jet-black pupils staring right back at him. Shad's gaze showed his submission, while Clomp's showed complete control, and the wolf begged to be used however the stud wished with a whimper and light nip to the base of the horse's fat cock.

Clomp's eyes simply lidded while his teeth began to show one by one with the spreading smirk, and the paw at the back of Shad's head held strong. The subtle sound of latex stretching marked the beginning of Clomp's long pull back, unsheathing what seemed like an endless mass of horse-flesh. The spectators could see the full glory of that magnificent organ slowly showing itself, the 5" thick base tapering down slightly to the medial ring that slipped free from the humid confines of the slave's mouth.

By the time the mushroom tip touched the back of Shad's teeth, the inwards stroke had already begun. The sharp breath of inward air washed smoothly over the fat cock of the stallion during the slight pause, and the slave was once again filled with oxygen much to the relief of the struggling lungs within the wolf. He was prepared this time and his throat was open to accept the invading organ. It was still thick enough to make the wolf gag, but when that much cock is being forced into you, gagging doesn't do much more then tense and flex muscles that stay perfectly still and stretched.

Shad's eyes unfocused and his fingers worked the heavy testicles of the dominant male, a feeling of complete euphoria washing through him. The feeling of being used, having a musky crotch grinding right up to his nostrils, being helpless to the whims of such a masculine master... It was like heaven for the dirty, sick mind of the slave that was now set free.

The muzzle-fucking was raunchy, lewd, and nothing more then a humiliating experience for Shad. Countless eyes watched his throat and upper chest bulge with cock, sucking dick on stage and begging for every inch as it was shoved back and forth. Clomp's pace was smooth and calculated, always leaving the slave begging to go faster and on the edge of needing to grab his own dick and relieve the hormones that had flooded his system.

Shad dare not touch himself without order though, and the prefluid drooling from the canine's dick pooled messily on the ground in a puddle that was smeared and spread around like butter by the wolf's cocktip. The puddle only grew as time went on, each thrust into the wolf almost forcing the fluid to escape out of the much smaller red dick mopping the ground with male stench.

Deep moans of pleasure filled the air as Clomp defiled the wolf's very being, the muzzle-fucking being only the physical side of the emotional battle that had been waging. The battle was coming to a close with the incessant thrusting of the dominant male, the obvious victor smirking towards the ceiling in a bright coating of latex. The loser was beaten and had fled, the fears of Shad having no hold on the slave now serving with every ounce of his being without care or concern.

Clomp needed nothing more then the whimpering slave beneath him in this state, his own being fulfilled and complete with such a submissive bitch working his cock like the perfect piece of candy. The pleasure rising within him showed in his slowly increasing pace and with the flaring of the horse's massive cock-tip that visibly distended whatever it touched inside the wolf. The increased sensations to that particular part of his organ made shivers run through the stallion's entire body.

There was nothing that could top this moment for both exhibitionists on stage, the crowd watching with wide, drunk eyes as the stallion silently pulled his cock completely from the wolf's maw. A visible splatter of prefluid spat over the slave's face, and one of the stud's hands reached down to grasp the base of the fat organ aimed straight for Shad's face.

The look of pure bliss and drunken abandon in the wolf's eyes showed he knew what was about to happen, he craved the symbolic nature of what was to come. His pre-drooling muzzle just tilted upwards as he opened his mouth to accept what Clomp was to give, and his paws tensed as the firm nuts of the stud suddenly bounced upwards in his grasp.

"You belong to me now, Slave." Clomp said calmly with a tentative tone that leaked through from the pleasure suddenly washing through him.

The tip of the cock jutting from the horse's groin suddenly lurched, flaring up sharply before a triumphant cry of pleasure resounded through the dance floor from the muscled master. Silence before the storm then followed, not one spectator dare shift or even breath for what seemed like the longest moment in all of their lives.

With what seemed like the force of a firehose and the volume of a river flowing out of the massive tube of flesh, the stallion's viscous seed messily exploded onto the wolf and into his mouth to mark and claim the slave in front of those present in the bar.

Witnesses to the branding, and spectators of the show, the crowd cheered in drunken excitement at the shear mess of the fluid getting pumped onto the furred sub.

Those closest to the stage were splattered with the mess that bounced off of Shad's face, although only a few shots were allowed to escape before the slave lunged forwards those few inches to trap the cock and suckle the fluid right out of it. The stallion let out a grunt of surprised pleasure and leaned forwards to shove his dick right into Shad's throat again, bulging out a good portion of it while just under 6 inches lay pulsing visibly out in front of the canine's muzzle with each fresh explosion of cum.

Equine essence poured into the wolf's stomach and also out of the tightly clamped lips, dumping cum in large globs on Shad's chest and stomach. The stud's climax flushed the taste of prefluid in exchange for a less salty, sweeter, and much more delicious flavor, one that the wolf savored even on his first tasting.

It seemed like an eternity before Clomp regained his senses and tugged his dick forcefully from the throat of his very own slave, only to grab his length and cock-slap Shad to send globs of cum splashing over those watching.

The wolf could only moan and beg for another with unintelligible words, lost in euphoric bliss. He hadn't climaxed, but the wolf was in a drunken stupor of arousal much more powerful then a climax could ever provide.

Another slap resounded, followed by another moan from the submissive male mixed with the sound of cum drooling from Shad's lips and face onto the stage. With one final thud of a cock-slap, the wolf's head bowed and he slumped forwards with his shoulders leaning against his master's thighs. Clomp's seed filled his maw and drooled from his teeth onto the ground beneath him, and the aftercum of the stallion was left to pour out over the back of the canine's head as he kneeled there obediently. For once in his life he felt completely safe and secure, wrapped up in the thighs of such a muscular male that had just used him.

Heavily lidded eyes were forced to stay closed by the mass of seed pooled over his entire head, and his entire body felt heavy and weak. With his head slumped and a grin spread over his lips, he allowed himself to succumb to the alcohol at last. His mind drifted to blackness as his heart pulsed slowly and calmly, knowing he'd be safe from harm between his master's thighs no matter how long he slept. The canine had his alpha, and he was complete.

Nothing could truly explain the way he felt, and nothing could ever turn him back to the person he was before that night. His freedom was attained through servitude, the fear drenched in cum, and his very being stolen and molded by his knight in shining, latex armor.

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Shad awoke slowly and comfortably, having slept better then he could ever remember. His head felt funny and his throat felt sore and stretched, but he didn't seem to have a hangover that his friends had mentioned getting after they'd been drinking at times. His mouth sure felt different though, and he could taste the remnants of something sticky and slimy coating his mouth.

The events of the previous night slowly began to drift through his mind as he was reminded by the flavor, but he didn't feel any shame or discontent. His eyes slowly opened to the sight of his master's chest there in front of him, although the surroundings seemed different. He was in his owner's bed beneath a very warm comforter, and was being held tight to Clomp's front by a muscular arm like a stuffed toy.

It was no wonder he slept so well, and with lidded eyes he drifted off back to sleep for a while. He knew he'd have to go back home eventually, but since it was the weekend, he'd hopefully have a few more days of fun before returning. The slave didn't even know if the whole ordeal was only for show, and if the stallion was only his master for the night. He'd have to be rested up if his master was going to use him properly though, just in case...