Pole Cat - Chapter 03
#3 of Pole Cat
Preface: This story is part of a series, loosely based on my avatar's experiences in SecondLife. I've been careful to leave out any names, as some artistic license will be taken in this series.
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Pole Cat - Chapter 3
By Dalan
On the outside, the place looked pretty nondescript. I supposed the reason for that was the nature of what was going on inside. Liberated as this town claimed to be there was still a strong aversion to those who lived an 'alternative' lifestyle. Of course, some of the loudest voices against places like this are those most likely to be inside at night, indulging in the very thing against which they protest.
I looked down at the card in my hand. The scent of the fox who'd given it to me had long since faded thanks to my sniffing it every time I needed to 'relieve some pressure' at work. Just his scent reminded me of that wild three-way he and I'd shared with that wanton wolfess the weekend before. Fun as the bi three-way was, having that fox inside me had put me in the mood for some more male-on-male action this weekend.
I adjusted the shoulder bag I was carrying and headed for the door. Underneath my civvies I already had my 'costume' on; the shoulder bag contained the necessities I'd need afterward to get cleaned up. If this place was as crazy as the fox said, I'd be glad I came prepared. Just the thought of what lay beyond that door made my sheath twitch.
There were no bouncers at the door, nor was there any kind of lineup to get in. That made me feel both relieved and a little worried at the same time. I shrugged; hell, if the action here was non-existent, I could always go to the other club and shake my ass...guaranteed I'd get something out of it. Finally, I decided to take the plunge and pushed the door open.
The sounds and smells of sex hit my senses with the force of a wrecking ball the moment I crossed the threshold. Over to my left was a pile of pillows and cushions populated by four furs, all of them sporting rock hard erections. Two of them - a wolf and a cheetah - had their muzzles buried in each other's crotches, while a fox was busy getting his ass worked expertly by a rather burly looking bear. What I could see of the bear's cock glistened in the faint light of the area, and I had to admit I felt my sheath twitch just a little bit more. They all looked at me and smiled widely. I smiled back and continued down the hallway, absently thinking that I could have dropped trow right there and been more than occupied for the night.
The hallway was on a decline, and by the time I reached the entrance to the club proper I figured I was at least one floor below ground. When I parted the curtain and peered inside, any doubts I had about the club's action were quickly erased. The place was packed; wall to wall furs, all male (at least by scent; there were a few convincing drag-queens there), and all in various states of dress, undress, and otherwise. I chuckled to myself; my little costume for the night's entertainment would fit in quite nicely.
Ok, at the other club there was a degree of separation between a dancer and the audience. In this place that separation didn't exist, and the moment I discovered that I began to re-think this whole thing. I was heading to the bar to get a drink when I noticed that the bar wasn't just the bar...it was also the 'dance floor.' Spaced along the bar were several brass poles, most of them occupied by one fur or another, bumping and grinding in time to the music. Contrary to the other place, the dancing here was more compact in nature. Figured; there wasn't a lot of room to perform.
I managed to find a stool in between a couple of very aroused males, one of whom already had his length out and was stroking it. In truth, who wouldn't? Directly in front of this self-pleasuring coyote was a magnificent grey stallion. I barely remembered ordering my drink from the bartender, as I felt myself drawn to that dancing equine. His body looked like flowing granite...there wasn't an ounce of fat on him and his muscles seemed to ripple under his skin. He had to have been up there for a while, as he was drenched with sweat, which made him glow in the hot lights. Given the overpowering scent of arousal in the air I was amazed he was only flying at half mast, so to speak.
After my second drink I began to relax and enjoy the surroundings. I mean we've all heard about the creepy factor in gay bars like this, but so far this place hadn't lived up to that reputation. Sure, there were some scary looking furs, but they kept mostly to themselves. Garbed in a black T-shirt and blue tear-away pants, I guess I wasn't drawing too much attention to myself.
At least, that's what I thought until I felt that hand on my thigh.
I turned and noticed an otter sitting next to me, half staring at the undulating stallion on the bar, and half glancing at me. I felt my ears grow warm but I didn't discourage him. I did have to stifle a laugh though...he looked like he was auditioning for an all-fur version of the Village People. He was wearing a leather cap, matching vest, and leather pants so tight they looked painted on. I was pretty sure that if this guy sported a hard-on those pants would explode off of him. I grinned...that gave me an idea.
I placed my hand on his, and teasingly guided it up to my crotch, which was already sporting a bit of a bulge. The otter's eyes went wide at this sudden brazen behavior, but he didn't complain. I squeezed his hand over my sheath and let out an exaggerated moan. He needed no further encouragement after that and was soon rubbing and squeezing it all on his own. I had to admit that I was probably more than willing to forgo the night's plan in favour of having some fun with this otter, but my mischievous side overrode my arousal. I patted his hand again.
"Thanks for the warm-up, cutie," I said with a smile. "Care to see more?" He stared at me wide-eyed and barely nodded. With that I stood up and, after giving him a good look at what his hand had done for me, climbed up onto the bar. I stepped over to one of the open poles - one next to that majestic steed - and closed my eyes. Like at the nightclub the last week, I slowly let the music seep into my body. My arms and legs began moving in time with the music, and as I grasped the pole I let the rhythm and my growing arousal guide me. I could scent both the horse and the otter, and my whiskers easily picked up on their mutually growing arousal.
When I finally opened my eyes I noticed the otter was now dividing his time between watching me and watching the horse. I also noticed that another fur had taken my former place beside the otter...and I was all but dumbstruck. At first he looked like a husky, but the scent coming off him was far more feral. He was a wolf, but with husky-like markings. Granted I'd seen them before, but none as stunningly handsome as he was. Smoky blue eyes gazed wide at me, and his muzzle was just barely opened. I almost lost myself in those eyes, but thankfully I nearly lost my balance and had to tear my gaze away from him in order to regain my composure.
I did my best to not catch that wolf's eyes again for fear of losing myself in them a second time. Gods...they were so...familiar to me. Well, not so much those eyes in particular, but more the look they carried. It was like I was staring at someone I once knew long ago. It was at the same time enthralling, and unnerving. To help shake off that odd feeling I tore my shirt off, exposing the top half of tonight's little costume. I was wearing my fishnet tank top again, but over it I had a latex half-shirt pulled tight over my chest. The material glowed under the lights and I ran my hand over it seductively, loving the feel of it. I chuckled when I heard the otter moan slightly. I glanced down and saw his hand moving rhythmically over his crotch. That brought a grin to my muzzle, more so than the outfit he was wearing.
"You ok?" I turned and saw that the horse dancing beside me had turned his attention to me. "Looked like you spaced for a moment there."
"Y...yeah, I'm fine," I replied, trying to keep my dance up while talking. "I think the rum's hitting me a bit harder than I thought it would." Yeah, it was a lie, but how do you tell one stranger that you were completely enraptured by the eyes of another stranger without sounding like a fool? "Or maybe it's something else in the air," I said in a flirting tone. I let my gaze fall to that mass of swinging horse cock between his legs for only a moment...just long enough to plant the seed.
The look in his eyes all but screamed to me that he'd picked up on my little flirtation. To make sure he knew I was serious I went for the tear-away pants next, revealing a pair of latex shorts that matched the top I was wearing. Like my top they hugged my body tightly, which of course showed off my swollen sheath rather well. I couldn't help but run my fingers over it, tracing its outline and moaning softly. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on any kind of dancing at this point. The overpowering arousal in the air was starting to have an effect on me...
Suddenly, I heard a gasp, an 'eep,' and then a loud THUMP and I turned. The poor otter I'd been teasing earlier was now on the floor, out cold. At first I was concerned for the poor guy...right up until I took a good look at him. The wolf beside him was trying not to laugh, which made him look all the cuter. As for the otter, his overly tight leather pants were opened, and his hand was still wrapped around his rapidly deflating length, cum still dribbling out of it. He must have tipped his chair over right when he came. I couldn't help but start laughing. Bad as I felt for having helped cause this situation, the comedy of the moment was just too good not to laugh at.
I then felt the heat of someone standing next to me, and I glanced over to see the stallion had joined me in looking at the poor otter. A fennec and a bat were already helping the recovering audience member over to a nearby couch. I was relieved that the guy was still able to walk. I mean sure, I was flattered that my dancing had gotten him off so intensely, but I was worried now that I'd be associated with a lump on his noggin.
"Poor guy," said the stallion, his voice deep and soft. He then chuckled. "Looks like you have quite an effect on people." I then felt his hand trace along the waistband of my shorts. "Mmmm...and still fully clothed too." I glanced down and...whoa...did I just see that pole of his twitch? I felt my own bulge pulse slightly, my mood beginning to return. I'd been tempted to pack it in after that poor otter's accident, but the feeling of the warmth of his body and his hand on my hip was beginning to get to me.
Moments later he and I were back on the poles, bumping and grinding lewdly for the audience. Our tip jars began filling with rather healthy donations from the onlooking furs, and more than once we both flirted with some of the patrons. I stole a glance over to where the otter had been led, and breathed a sigh of relief that he seemed all right...well, more than all right. He was seated on a couch, leaning back as the two who'd carried him away took turns servicing his hard-on with their mouths. Part of me felt a little regret that I wouldn't be sampling that same length tonight, but a quick glance at my 'dance partner' told me I'd probably be more than occupied soon.
Pretty soon, the horse and I were also flirting with each other, much to the audience's enjoyment. More than once I'd stuck my latex-covered butt his way and he gave it a playful swat, after which I'd moan and writhe just that much more. By that point I was already topless, and was considering letting the rest of my garments fall to the stage as well.
My equine co-dancer must have been having the same idea, because I soon felt him behind me, his hot, sweat-soaked body pressing up against my back. I moaned loudly, grinding my ass against him, and feeling that insanely immense shaft of his rub up against me. I could feel his hot breath in my ear as his hands roamed over my chest.
"First time here, isn't it?" he asked me, his hands traveling lower. He gripped my waist and pulled me to him a bit harder. "You don't have to be shy here, handsome," he said. "Look out there...see those furs sitting there with their tongues hanging out? They wanna see you, kitty...all of you."
His hands moved from my hips and down over my bulge, where he squeezed softly. I moaned, closing my eyes for a moment, then opening them as I felt him begin to rub over it. I looked out at the small audience who'd gathered to see the show...straight into the eyes of the wolf I'd seen earlier. Like everyone else his gaze was filled with anticipation, and something in those cool blue eyes gave me the final surge of courage I needed.
I traced my hands down the horse's arms, guiding his own hands to the sides of my shorts. Without taking my eyes off the wolf, I gripped the zippers on either side and pulled down. The tight latex almost exploded off of me and onto the stage floor. I'd foregone the thong tonight, so for the first time on stage I wasn't wearing a stitch. The combined hot rush of excitement and embarrassment made my already-hard cock throb that much more. My shame increased as I felt pre begin to drip onto the stage.
"Oh yeah," breathed the horse as he began to stroke me slowly. "Nice and big...just the way I like it." Big...me? Pretty nice compliment coming from a horse. I could feel his slickcockhead begin to slide between my cheeks, his pre smearing over my fur and my tailhole. It wouldn't have taken much...just a nudge back on my part and he could have slipped inside. Unfortunately when I did push back he pulled away. "Not here, kitty," he whispered hoarsely. "They've got rooms in the back for that, and I want to take my time with you tonight. Just relax now...enjoy this...let them enjoy it..."
His words were like hypnosis to me. I lost myself in the combined sensation of the throbbing music and his gentle yet persistent stroking. His cock was still sliding close to mytailhole, but he made sure he didn't accidentally push inside. I gazed down at our audience again, and noticed the coyote and the wolf were off their stools now. I would have felt disappointed that they were leaving, but in fact they had joined us on the stage. They were kneeling down before the horse and I, their tongues trying in vain to lap at my cock. I say in vain because the horse was now teasing them with it. He would point it towards them, let them get a good whiff of me, and then pull it away when they moved to lick it.
Finally, the horse took mercy on all of us and began to stroke me faster. He held my cock in one position, and the two kneeling canines began taking turns with it. First the coyote would lap at it and take in maybe just the head for a bit, and then the wolf would wrap his tongue around my hardness and guide me fully into his mouth, deep-throating me in the process. His eyes never left mine as he did so, and it took everything I had to keep from filling that lupine's mouth with my load.
Unfortunately, all I had wasn't enough. I could hold back no longer, and with a gasp and a bit of a cry I began bucking my hips erratically. The horse pulled my cock from the wolf's suckling maw just in time for my first blast of cum to splash him square in the muzzle. The horse then pointed my pulsing tool at the coyote, and spurt number two landed in his open mouth. The two canines moved their heads next to each other, intent on catching as much of my seed as they could between the two of them. My entire body convulsed as the horse continued to pump jet after jet of jism from me.
After what felt like an eternity my cock finally stopped pulsing. My legs felt wobbly and I would have collapsed had the horse not been there. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me tight until I finally found my feet. "I haven't seen anyone cum like that in months," he said, chuckling. I looked down and smiled slightly as the two canines began cleaning each other's muzzles off. The sight of them licking my cum off their faces actually kept me hard, albeit painfully.
The horse finally let me go when I was able to stand on my own two feet. We both descended from the stage and then helped the two freshly-cleaned canines off. "I think now would be a good time to check out one of those rooms," the horse said. I then looked at the other two, who seemed a little disappointed with what I'd said. I then winked. "Hey...the more the merrier." They both grinned widely and the horse nodded, giving me a playful swat on the ass.
Together, the four of us headed down another walkway, which led to four doors. Two of them had red signs hanging on them that said 'OCCUPIED,' but the other two had no such marking. The horse immediately went for one of those doors and quickly stepped inside. We all followed, the wolf being last. He turned and locked the door before joining the rest of us.
The room was fairly plain, much like a middle-class hotel room. There was a bathroom with a fairly large shower/tub, a couple of night stands, and a king-sized bed right in the middle. By the time I'd reached it, the horse was already seated on the bed, helping the coyote out of his clothes. The canine's fur was a few shades lighter than the horse's, and he seemed to be in pretty good physical shape. Once he was undressed he crawled on top of the horse and the two of them started wrestling around on the bed. I sighed slightly; I was so looking forward to taking that sweaty meat pole of his for a ride. Guess I'd have to wait my turn.
I felt a hand slide up onto my shoulder and I turned around. The wolf was standing there, already naked and smiling. "Guess it's just you and me for now," he said. I nodded and together we lay back on the bed. By this time our other two companions were locked in a rather hot-looking 69, the coyote amazingly throating nearly all the horse's length. I had to admit, I was impressed.
I moved atop the wolf and buried my muzzle in his neck, kissing and nipping lightly. I could hear him murring softly in response, and I felt his hands roaming over my back...teasing my tailbase...squeezing my ass-cheeks. I breathed in his scent deeply as I started moving down his body, lavishing his fur with my tongue. As I moved, I could feel his length pressing against me, leaving a trail of sweet, musky pre on my fur. The scent of his arousal only drove me onward and before long I was staring at a long, thick, deep red length of wolf meat.
I looked up into his eyes and almost lost myself again. Gods, that look...were the eyes just a few shades darker... I heard him whine softly in anticipation, which brought me out of my little stupor and back to the present. I stroked his shaft slowly a few times before giving it a long, slow lick with my tongue. He arched his back at that moment, and I thought he'd cum right there. Thankfully he hadn't; he just began oozing pre like some slow-flowing fountain. I licked at his pole a few more times before finally opening my mouth fully and engulfing him. I let him hilt inside my muzzle, relaxing my throat in order to accommodate him.
We fell into a gentle rhythm between his hips and my bobbing muzzle. He moaned and whined loudly while I sucked at him, largely because I was purring like a coffee grinder, which basically turned my mouth into a living vibrator. My college roommate taught me that little trick, and it looked like it was having the desired effect. I could feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock and I gave it a squeeze. He yelped at that, but then moaned as I started to slowly massage it...encouraging it to grow.
My eyes suddenly opened wide as I felt a hand gently grip my tail and move it off to one side. I stole a glance beside me and saw that the coyote had moved up alongside the wolf's muzzle, and was currently getting his length serviced. I moaned in anticipation and moved my legs apart, giving my equine soon-to-be lover as much access as I could.
Instead of feeling that hot length of horse flesh, though, I felt his hot breath on my tailhole, which was soon followed by his tongue. Oh, gods...I can't begin to describe the sensation. He moved that tongue expertly around my hole, teasing it and pushing in just the right amount. Whatever post orgasmic pain I was still feeling was quickly being drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure washing over me. Hell, I almost came again just from the rim job.
He wasn't finished with me, though. Before long I felt him pull away from me, and I heard him get up on his knees. He guided my hips upwards and I shivered in anticipation of what was coming. Sure enough...I felt his precum-soaked cockhead begin to press against my tailhole. I grunted around the length of the wolf's cock and tried to relax as much as I could. Still, I whimpered a little as the head popped in and he began to move, easing inch after tapered inch into me. I thought I'd pass out from the sensory overload.
His cock was about a third of the way in before he began to pull out. His cock burned like fire inside me, but it was oh, so worth it. I felt him push forward once more and I couldn't help but whine softly. It was so big, but it felt so damned good. He was keeping me just on the brink of that pain/pleasure threshold, careful not to push me over, but forceful enough to keep me from lapsing. I growled in pleasure, relieved in the knowledge I was being taken by an expert lover.
I re-doubled my efforts on the wolf, beginning to bob my head more insistently on his length. I squeezed his growing knot a little harder with one hand, while with the other I began teasing his tailhole. At this he yipped, which sounded kinda funny given his muzzle was wrapped around the coyote's length. It had the desired effect though; what had started as an oozing fountain was more like a faucet now, pouring pre over my tongue and down my throat. My purrs and growls grew louder and I quickened my pace. I pressed my finger into his opening, sinking it knuckle-deep before pulling it out.
That was enough for him. He tore his muzzle off the coyote's cock and howled as his hips bucked wildly. I moaned as I felt the first jet of jism erupt from his cockhead and splash against my tongue. Hot and sweet, his nectar all but coated the inside of my muzzle, and I had a hard time swallowing it fast enough. I finally pulled my muzzle off his still-spurting cock and let him coat my muzzle the way I'd done his earlier. I felt so slutty, letting that hot, sticky load spray all over my muzzle, but it felt so damned good...a perfect compliment to the unbelievable ass-pounding the horse was giving me.
I'd been so distracted by the wolf's orgasm, I'd barely felt it when the horse had quickened his pace. He was now slamming his meat fully into me, his balls slapping against mine. No longer occupied with the wolf I began ramming myself back on the horse, meeting his every thrust with my own. I felt his grip on my hips begin to tighten, and I knew he was getting close. "C...C'mon," I said in between moans. "C...Cum in me, baby...ah, yeah...fill me with it...uuuuhhnnnn..."
That sent him over the edge. With a cry he thrust deep into me one final time and I felt his massive cock jerk wildly. A spreading warmth soon filled me as his seed erupted from his length and coated my insides. It wasn't long before I could feel his hot load leaking out of our place of union and dripping down my thighs, and he was still cumming! That's what I love about horses: Arouse them enough, and they're a one-fur spooge-fest. There's no such thing as a clean yiff with an equine and I love it that way.
He shot into me for five straight minutes before I felt him begin to relax. My inner thighs were now slick with his jism, and there was a rather healthy pool of it underneath me. As the last of his orgasm gave out he collapsed atop me, hugging me tightly and panting. I purred at the feeling of his warm body covering mine and clenched my ass as much as I could, determined to milk every drop out of him. Alas, as with all stiff cocks, his eventually softened and slipped out of me. I moaned softly, my insides missing being stuffed so full.
"That...ah...was incredible," I heard him whisper in my ear. He nuzzled my neck, nipping softly as I eased myself down onto the bed. We both looked over and saw the wolf and coyote kissing softly, the latter helping to clean off the former's muzzle. I'd been so wrapped up with the horse that I hadn't even noticed the coyote's orgasm. Judging from the amount of seed on the wolf's face, it would have been a sight to behold...
Maybe I could help him work on a 'repeat performance...'
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By the end of the night we were four of the most worn-out furs you'd ever seen. There had been no real dominant/submissive roles in that room...we all gave and received equally to each other. After recovering from the pounding I'd gotten from the horse, I took the coyote's tailhole while the others watched. Not long after I'd started, the wolf mounted the horse. After that, the wolf rode the horse (no pun intended) reverse-cowboy style while the coyote and I took turns sucking on the lupine's member. The rest of the night turned into a blur of one position after another. Needless to say when it was over, we were fully and completely drained.
We'd fallen asleep in a pile of sperm-soaked fur, cuddling and nuzzling each other until the morning. We all showered together, touching each other affectionately but all of us still far too drained to do anything too strenuous. Still, it felt pretty damned good to have three other furs soaping me up...heh...kinda made me feel like a maharajah with his own personal harem.
Far too soon, though, the shower was over and we knew it was time to part ways. We all looked at the bed and laughed as we got dressed, amazed at the state it was in. No doubt they'd be replacing the mattress after we were gone. I almost felt guilty about doing so much damage, but given what kind of club this was, the owners probably expected things like this to happen.
Once we were all dressed we shared hugs and kisses with each other, but as usual there were no promises to call or even hook up again. Like at the other club, there was that bittersweet truth that this was probably a one-night stand. Even if I met any of these furs again there was no guarantee that we'd repeat anything like this. No...this was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, and I'd cherish it for all it was worth.
We walked through the club proper fairly quickly, and soon found ourselves outside. The horse and coyote said their good-byes and went their separate ways, and I was just about to do the same when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and looked into those smoky blue eyes of the wolf. His muzzle bore what looked like a hopeful smile, which made my heart ache that much more. Gods, he reminded me so much of...
Of him...
"I had a great time last night," he said softly. "Do you think we could meet again, say...just the two of us?"
I tried not to nod too eagerly. "I'd like that," I said. "Should we meet here, next weekend?" He nodded, smiling widely. We embraced one last time, sharing a deep, affectionate kiss before parting ways.
Suddenly, next weekend seemed like an eternity away...
TO BE CONTINUED...