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This story contains scenes of MxM homosexual acts. If you're not into MxM, gay, or furry, don't read. If you are under 18 (21 in some states) or your locality prohibits looking at subjects of a pornographic nature, don't read. Otherwise, please enjoy.

Characters and story by SpikeFoxx

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It was just before eight, and traffic and pedestrians were starting to thin from the streets. In the heart of downtown, there was no such thing as ‘quiet,' just a lull now and then. In the bathe of neon lights, between the time when it belonged to society, and when the night clubs would open and it was leased to the underbelly of the metropolis until daybreak.

Wearing a two-piece business suit and tie, Allen looked very out of place. He was older than most of the younger furs coming out for the night; in his early thirties. His furtive glance and hunched shoulders labeled him as an outsider here, and he was more than aware of it. But he was here for a very special reason, and that would be well-worth any fear or danger. Really, there was no question that this would be one of the greatest nights of his life.

He padded to the intersection, following the directions he had hastily scrawled on a piece of paper. It was overlain with marks from being crumpled in his pocket, having stuffed it in there in his haste and excitement. Brushing a loose strand of jet-black headfur from his emerald eyes, he looked down the street, being sure he didn't miss what he was looking for. Passing a group of prostitutes on the next corner, who seemed to have no interest in him, he kept looking at every building he passed. According to the numbers, he would be getting close by now.

Tucked in between two run-down tenements, he ran into his destination. A brick-facade building, with simple font over the door, labeling it as ‘Bacchus.' Allen frowned. The wolf had been expecting something a bit more upscale. The windows were boarded over, the bricks chipped, and the lettering above the door faded with time and age. Shrugging, he walked down the alley, disappearing from what little light there was, and headed for the door, dirt crunching under his paws. For a brief moment, he felt he was making a horrid mistake, that he should leave and never come back. But, he had waited four months for these reservations, and now would not be the time he was backing out.

The space between him and the entrance seemed to drag on forever, as if every step he was taking was taking him further from the entryway. It seemed as if it was so far out of reach, until he realized he had really gotten so close he needed only reach out and touch the handle, and with that, depress the latch and step inside. Warm air from inside hit him in the face as he stepped inside, closing the door quickly behind him. When his eyed adjusted to the low light, it was as if he had stepped through a portal into a whole different world.

The interior was immaculately decorated. Low light, accented by maroon filters, cast a wine-colored veil over the restaurant. Booths were blocked off from sight by high walls on each side, and along the back were smoked-glass private seating areas. A full bar complimented the right side of the restaurant, a small stage on the left side, which was currently empty. A crystal chandelier was suspended over the middle of the restaurant, and waiters in suits were taking drinks and appetizers to the tables and dining areas.

"May I help you, sir?" asked the maitre'd at the front desk, a golden lab.

"Uh...yes, I have reservations for one, under ‘Smith,'" answered Allen, curtly, using a fake name of course.

"Yes, of course," replied the lab. "Right on time, Mr. Smith. We're waiting for your guest to arrive. Please let us see you to your private table, and we will bring you a drink on the house."

Allen nodded. "That would be delightful."

The maitre'd nodded, gesturing to a nearby waiter, a tiger, to come and take Allen to his table. The wolf followed the tiger across the restaurant, trying to see into some of the other booths, but they were quite occluded.

His waiter opened one of the booths, letting Allen inside. "I will be right back with a martini for you. There's a wine list on the table if you'd like a bottle with the main course."

Allen nodded, sitting down, the door closing behind him. It was a spacious room, with a table in the center, a row of potted plants behind it, a mirrored ceiling, and another door on the opposite wall. He glanced over the wine list, wondering which one would go best with their house special.

He reflected curiously on how he got here. Some of his co-workers had mentioned this place over a game of golf. One said he came here twice a year, making a reservation for the next time before he even left the establishment. Another said he only came on his and his spouse's anniversary, both of them coming to enjoy it. Allen had listened intently, intrigued by the idea. After the game, he had casually asked one of his co-workers where it was. He had laughed, giving Allen directions. That day, the wolf had made the reservations. It had cost him several thousand dollars up front to get in, because, technically, what they were offering was illegal, but he knew it was going to be worth it.

Loosening his tie, he took it and his jacket off, putting them over the back of his chair. Despite the climate control, he felt rather warm. But if it was the place, or his nerves, he could not be sure. He was relieved when the waiter came back with a gin martini and a glass of ice water with a twist of lime. Allen thanked him, the waiter leaving again without a word.

Stirring his martini, Allen wondered how much longer it would be before he was served. He was famished.

***

Reynard gasped raggedly, running down the back alleyway. He was running late, and he knew it. He had left home too late, having to get one or two things more in order. It hadn't helped that his friend had shown up at the door at the last minute, begging him not to go. The leopard had had to get rid of him quickly, because he knew he'd lose his place if he didn't get there in time; and this had cost him a year's income. He could understand his friend's misgivings, but Reynard felt this was the ultimate rush, the final high. He had spent so much of his life defying death; sky-diving, bungi-jumping, car racing, stunt man, rock climbing, deep-sea diving, air gliding...the list went on. He had even begun to find a mild sense of ennui setting in; just becoming bored with it all.

Then, he saw the ad in the paper. "Volunteers wanted for exotic cuisine. Inquire by phone," and there had been a number. Nothing more. He had called the line, and been excited by what he was hearing. Finally, something new. Something to excite. He had been a bit dismayed when they dropped the ten-thousand dollar fee on him. Working in a copy center, he didn't exactly pull down much money, but he had scraped for months, and got the cash. It didn't really matter if he didn't have a penny to his name; he wouldn't be coming back for any of it even if he had any.

Knocking over a trash can, he came to the back door of the restaurant as it opened, a stern black panther standing there.

"You're late," he growled.

"I know," apologized Reynard. "I'm very sorry."

The panther glowered, then stepped aside to let the smaller leopard in. Reynard quickly came inside, realizing they were in the back of the kitchen. He had only been here once before, and that was to bring the cash and get tested for any diseases. The panther closed the door and stepped past Reynard, the leopard falling in step behind him.

The larger cat brought Reynard down a hall that ran around the edge of the restaurant, parallel to all the private booths. They stopped at the one marked ‘7,' the panther opening the door. "In here," he prodded, gruffly.

Reynard walked inside, the panther coming in with him. It was small room, plainly painted a mahogany brown. There were two on the opposite side; each lead into a different booth. There was another fur sitting on a bench that was flush with the wall, a red fox. He stood up when the other two came in.

"You've both signed your waivers," started the panther, "both tested clean, both are all paid. We'll be bringing you to your respective clients in a few moments." He handed them both a bag. "Strip."

Reynard hesitated for a moment, the fox taking off his T-shirt and pants, standing there nude. Reynard finally disrobed, exposed like the fox. The panther gathered up all their belongings, bunching them up his arms. "What's in the bags is what you can wear; or don't wear anything. It's up to you." With that, the panther turned, opened the door, and stepped out.

The leopard sighed, looking in the bag. Inside was a tight leather thong, and leather wrist and ankle bands. He laughed a bit to himself, taking out the thong and pulling it on, covering his sheath and balls, the rear strap riding up his ass. The fox set his bag down, opting, apparently, to go au natural.

Reynard sat down, waiting for whatever happened next. The vulpine sat next to him. "So, why did you do it?" asked the fox, quietly.

The leopard looked over at him and shrugged. "Excitement, I guess. You?"

The fox laughed mirthlessly. "Down on my luck, I guess. Losing the house, my boyfriend, money....everything. Figured, ‘why not?'"

Frowning, Reynard couldn't imagine that being much of a reason. Then again, was his any better?

The door on the right opened, and the waiter came in, pointing to the fox, then crooking his finger. The fox took a deep breath, getting up and going through the door, it closing behind him with a gentle click.

Reynard knew he was here for a unique experience. After all, how many places offered to have you yiffed, then eaten? It was such a simultaneous duality; who would volunteer for such a thing? Yet, here he was. And the place did not seem to be lacking for business. Even as he himself sat there, Reynard was still mystified by it. When he had called the number, they had promised an ‘experience of a lifetime.' Reynard still did not doubt that. Sex, and then being devoured; he could think of no better way to go.

***

Allen sipped the last of his martini, the waiter coming in to take the empty glass. "Your guest has arrived; are you ready, sir?" asked the waiter.

"Yes, I think so," replied Allen, trying to sound confident as he sipped his water.

The waiter bowed at the waist, going to the door in the back of the booth and sticking his head in. He came back a moment later. Allen looked past him, waiting to see. When the leopard came from the door, it was more than he ever hoped for. Average-sized, cute, and slightly muscular. He was perfect. Allen felt a stirring in his groin as he looked over the feline, from his eyes to his crotch, which was barely concealing his felinehood behind a flimsy leather thong.

"Will there be anything else?" asked the waiter.

"No," mumbled Allen, quietly. The waiter bowed again, and was gone, silently closing the door behind him.

The leopard came to the opposite side of the table, standing there with his paws in front of him, half-covering the bulge in his thing. Apparently, he was also excited. Allen stood, coming around the table. He could smell the cat's musk and excitement, the sense so strong it made Allen weak in the knees. He stood behind Reynard, setting his paws on the leopard's shoulders, putting his nose to the feline's neck. Taking a deep breath, Allen then licked him gently, getting the taste of him; and it was delicious.

"You want to do this?" asked Allen, quietly, in Reynard's ear. Reynard nodded gently. "Say it," prompted Allen.

"Yes," whispered Reynard.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to do this."

Allen returned to his seat, sitting down. "Come, sit," he said, pointing to the edge of the table.

Reynard rounded the table, getting up in the table, which he realized was slightly padded, crossing his legs. Allen gently pried them apart, gazing between them where Reynard's sheath lay. Reynard blushed. It certainly was not his first time having sex, but was the first time he felt so vulnerable.

"Would you like anything?" asked Allen. "This is your last few moments, I suppose."

Reynard nodded. "Scotch would be nice; little bit of ice," he requested finally. Allen opened the door and softly got the waiter's attention, placing the order. He came back to the table, leaning in over Reynard. The feline looked so graceful, and so full of life. Vibrant and fantastic. Reynard wanted to fuck him over and over.

"Would you take off your thong?" asked Allen, at last. Reynard nodded, remembering when he came in that they said he had to do whatever the client asked. He deftly lifted his ass, slipping it off down to his ankles, then flicking it away with his footpaw. His erection came into view, his paw subtle running over the underside of his shaft. The whole thing was so subtle and sublime, yet full of sexuality. Allen could barely contain himself. The wolf undid his shirt, letting it slide to the ground, revealing his chest and stomach. The wolf was no slouch himself; hard pecs, flat stomach, and muscular arms. Bending over closely to Reynard, he said, "I want you to take off my pants."


Reynard nodded again, getting off the table as the waiter came in with the drinks; Reynard's scotch, and another martini for Allen. The leopard almost felt self-conscious about his actions, standing nude with perfect strangers, but the waiter acted as though they weren't even in the room. He left the drink and exited the room again just as quickly. When he was gone, Reynard resumed his task, getting to his knees and slowly undoing the buckle of the wolf's pants and then the button and fly, letting them fall with a faint sound of rustling fabric. Allen's sheath immediately came into view, a bit of pink already poking out of his slit from above his large sac. Reynard marveled at the sheath before him, realized how much cock was packed in there.

"You want that?" asked Allen, quietly.

"Yes, I do," answered Reynard in turn. Allen felt so odd; so uncharacteristically in charge, dominant over the young leopard. He scritched the leopard under the chin and behind the ears. "Go ahead," Allen whispered.

Reynard greedily lunged forward, putting his muzzle only inches from Allen's sheath. The wolf murred when he felt Reynard's warm breath against his groin. He closed his eyes and continued to slowly run his paw through Reynard's headfur, around his ears, and over his cheeks. He could tell the leopard was normally a submissive, in the way that he hesitated, gauging Allen's reactions as he brought his paw to the wolf's sac and gently rubbed Allen's balls. Allen's tail swished a bit, and he growled gently. His cock was slowly stirring in his sheath, the fur at his slit parting and releasing his member. His penis slowly grew, growing to his full eight inches. Reynard's eyes grew wide when Allen was fully aroused, licking his muzzle. He was eager to know what it would look like when Allen's knot was also in view. The leopard edged his muzzle closer to Allen's cock, but at the last second he looked up at Allen. The wolf gently nodded.

Ardently taking Allen's cock into his muzzle, Reynard suckled gently, feeling the throb of the wolf's maleness in his maw. His eyelids drooped, and sighed contentedly. The leopard wasn't even really starting, just letting Allen's cock sit in his muzzle and enjoy the sensation of the warmth in his mouth. Roaming his tongue over the wolf's head and shaft, he was aware that Allen was breathing deeply with delight. Allen pressed his paw gently against the back of Reynard's head, lightly encouraging his muzzle all the way down his canine cock. The feline was too happy to oblige, and the end of his muzzle was touched to Allen's groin, deep-throating the wolf. As Reynard murred deep in his throat, he sent reverberations through Allen, eliciting a gasp from the wolf.

"Erf, you're...very good at this," huffed out Allen. The leopard wanted to reply that he'd had plenty of practice, but his muzzle was stuffed all the way to the back. Wanted to say that he'd had a boyfriend for seven years, and then ended it. Picked up numerous guys since in clubs, bars, anywhere, his life becoming the search for that next but of excitement. But now, none of that really mattered. He had a male's cock stuffed in his muzzle, and a raging hard-on of his own. He gently fondled himself, stroking his cock, and playing with his own head, while kneading Allen's head with his tongue.

Reaching over Reynard's head for his drink, Allen sipped his martini, spilling some as the leopard began to step it up a bit, gently thrusting his muzzle back and forth, his warm, wet tongue sliding over Allen's maleness. Allen took a drink, holding it in his mouth, letting the flavor of the martini stimulate his tongue while Reynard stimulated the rest of him. He could see his own cock coming in and out of the younger male's muzzle, and that the leopard was playing with himself. Being able to watch another male service him made him hotter than anything. The last time he had been with a male, he had been facedown, getting plowed. At the time, he had thought it was the greatest thing ever; but now, getting to dominate another male, he knew this was what he preferred. He loved the feeling of power over another male, knowing that if he said for Reynard to rim him, or jack him off, he would have to do it. In fact, those weren't completely awful ideas.

Straightening up, Reynard vigorously focused on Allen, bracing his paws the wolf's hips and sucking him off. The mix of the wolf's musk and a trace of Dolce & Gabanna cologne drifting into his nose excited him. One of his paws drifted from the hip to Allen's sac, rubbing gently, taking the canine's balls in his paw, cupping them gently. He could feel the pulse and twitch over the edge of Allen's testes, matching the throb through his shaft. The leopard could feel precum coming down the underside of his own shaft, his own cock quivering with pleasure.

"You're doing a wonderful job," whispered Allen, setting his martini down. He gripped the sides of Reynard's head between his paws, now bucking his hips back and forth, fucking Reynard's muzzle. He wanted to get his ‘quickie' off, so his second session would last longer. "Mmm...don't worry, this isn't the end," he assured his guest, "just the beginning." The wolf closed his eyes and breathed deeply, thrusting back and forth. Every plunge tingled across his member, his entire world riveted on the leopard's muzzle. Reynard reached around and grabbed both of Allen's ass cheeks, squeezing tightly, and moaning as best he could. This just encouraged Allen, who began to hump faster.

His head spinning and his chest heaving, Allen drove his cock into Reynard as far as he could. His fur tickled the end of Reynard's nose, and the leopard could taste the mild salty flavor of the wolf's pre across his tongue. He swallowed, savoring the flavor, wanting more. He began to roll his tongue in time with Allen's thrusts, starting with the canine's head and ending at the end of his shaft. Allen moaned out loud, going faster yet again, his body twitching. His balls tingled, and knot had come free from his sheath. He could just barely wedge it into Reynard's muzzle, Reynard just letting his jaw go slack so Allen could do whatever he wanted. He gripped the wolf's rear harder, a gentle moan of his own escaping.

His sac clung closer to his body, and Allen could feel the churning there in his balls, his knot going numb. The rest of his shaft followed, a wave of tingles and pulses rolling through his cock. His head flexed and expanded, and at last he felt his maleness spasm and quiver, and he came down Reynard's throat. He gasped and growled in pleasure, pressing his cock into Reynard's muzzle, his knot going in as far as he could push it. Reynard took it all in, closing his eyes, and feeling the warmth and flavor spread over his tongue. To him, semen could be like a fine wine; flavorful, and the longer it waited, the better. For the last taste he would probably ever have of it, this was fantastic.

As his orgasm ebbed away, Allen flexed his cock, milking out what was left in his penis. He slowly withdrew from Reynard, grudgingly leaving that warm place. He wiped his cock off on the bridge of the feline's muzzle, and the leopard smiled, licking it off without hurry. Allen grinned in return and scritched under the leopard's chin. "That was great," he said.

"I aim to please," replied Reynard, standing and turning to get his drink, purposely and teasingly hiding his erection, flicking his tail above his bare ass at Allen while he drank his scotch.

Allen's eyes roamed over the feline, drinking everything in deeply. "I'm sure you do." Allen came closer, picking up his martini and taking a sip. He wiped his cock off, still dripping with his own semen and Reynard's saliva, and licked the tip of his fingers. Looking over Reynard's hips, he could see the clear ropes of precum hanging from the leopard's slit, the feline clearly very excited. Putting his paw on Reynard's shoulder, he slowly drifted downward, over the small of his back, and then to the leopard's tight ass. Soon, he would take him there; but not yet. For now, he was content to gently caress and squeeze the firm buttocks under his paw. His paw went everywhere; from the gentle curve where Reynard's ass met the top of the back of his thigh, to the top, and under his tail, gently fingering the leopard's tailhole. Reynard closed his eyes and moaned, absently fondling himself.

"Not yet," whispered Allen, guiding Reynard up onto the table again. The feline sat down and reclined back slightly, bracing himself on his paws. His erection throbbed before Allen, pulsing and dripping. "Do you want to cum?" asked the wolf, rubbing the inside of Reynard's thigh. The leopard nodded. "Do you?" he asked again.

"Please...," whimpered the leopard.

Smiling, Allen reached over and took the leopard's maleness in his paw, wrapping around it gently. Reynard's heart raced; he was used to sex, but not like this. To have someone else in control. Everything so raw and natural; there would be no phone calls tomorrow, no awkward moments when it was all over. It was what it was, and they both knew that before it even began. A singular experience for both of them.

The wolf gently began stroking the leopard, his paw riding up and down Reynard's shaft. Reynard purred and moaned softly, his tail flicking and toes curling. The tablecloth bunched up in his paws as he clenched them, feeling more sexual than he ever had before during such a simple act as being pawed. Maybe it was the setting, or the male, or even that it may the last time he would ever have an orgasm, but he didn't care; it just felt wonderful. He looked down, watching the wolf paw him off, smiling back at him. Dominant, but willing to take care of his partner. Reynard wanted nothing more than to give himself over to this male completely. He would be the perfect male to give his body to, in all ways.

Cradling the leopard's balls in his paw, Allen continued to gently jerk off his momentary lover. Reynard squirmed and writhed in pleasure under the wolf's touch. Moaning out loud, then gasping breathlessly all in the same moment, Reynard loved the touch of the canine's paw to his cock. His chest heaved, and his stomach fluttered in the rapture of the moment. His paw touched to Allen's arm, squeezing gently. Reynard's tongue lolled out, and Allen giggled a little. Allen took his paw from Reynard's balls and rubbed along the leopard's buttocks. Soft yet firm beneath his touch; they were perfect. Reynard purred and blushed. He had never felt self-conscious during sex before. But this time was different. He wouldn't have pegged this wolf as so masculine when he first laid eyes in him. But he could see how wrong he was. Allen was more of a male then most Reynard had been with.

More precum gently leaked from Reynard's cockhead, and Allen deftly leaned down and licked it off. The leopard shuddered at the feel of Allen's tongue against his cock, letting go a murmur of delight. The wolf then moved farther up Reynard, closer to him, his paw still clenched around the leopard's maleness and stroking him. Allen bent over the leopard and kissed him on the cheek, then the muzzle. Their eyes met, and after a moment that seemed to go on forever, their muzzles touched again. Allen's tongue probed into Reynard's, and the leopard took him in. Reynard groaned, and bucked his hips into Allen's grip, putting his arms around the wolf's neck. Allen rubbed the feline's cockhead, stroked his shaft, teasing the leopard into an orgasm. He could feel the leopard's heartbeat, racing through his body. He could feel Reynard's chest have against his. Feel the way the cat's claws slightly dug into his back in Reynard's fit of passion. They were locked in embrace, not of lovers, but of ardent fervor.

Withdrawing, the wolf smiled, licking the side of Reynard's face. "You gonna cum for me?" he whispered.

Reynard whimpered, his eyes closed. "Yes...," he susurrated in return.

"I want to see it," urged on Allen, looking down at his paw over Reynard's swollen cock. "I want to see all the pretty cum."

"Mmhmmmmmm...," mumbled Reynard, humping up into Allen's paw. He let himself go, turning himself over to the moment, and to the male he was with.

"What's your name?" asked Allen, gently.

"R...Reynard," the cat managed to get out.

"Reynard," he said aloud, as if mulling it over. "I want to see you cum, Reynard."

"Okay," said the feline again. "Anything for you."

The wolf licked his muzzle again. "What a good boy." With that, he began to stroke faster, and then latched his muzzle onto Reynard's neck, biting gently. The leopard's eyes flew open, and he gasped out loud, arching his back. Allen pressed his paw against the leopard's chest, calming him. The leopard's tail twitched back and forth like it was electrified, and he could feel his testes churning as his orgasm approached. His maleness tightened and relaxed, ebbing and flowing like a tide. He put his paw over Allen's stroking in time with the wolf. The canine bit down harder, and the surge of sensation from his neck raced down his body to meet the wave from his groin. The swelling feeling from his sac spread to the base of his penis.

"I can feel it," breathed Allen, through his clenched teeth. He bit down harder still, just short of breaking skin. Reynard had never had another male do that to him before, and the feeling was beyond words. It seemed to the multiply the feeling of his coming ejaculation.

"Ahh...," gasped out Reynard, "I...I'm going to..."

But he didn't need words. Allen could tell when he felt Reynard's cock spasm in his paw. He broke the grip of his muzzle from the leopard's neck and looked down in time to see the eruption from the feline's head. Reynard came hard, a stream of semen leaving him. The first spasm of his orgasm reached his chest, milky drops of semen mixing with his pearl-white chest fur. Each subsequent twinge went a little shorter, dropping to his stomach and groin, and finally the last of it edging down the sides of his penis.

Reynard relaxed and lay back as his contractions subsided, his cock finishing it's release. He lie on his back, taking a deep breath and letting it go; he was content. Allen reached down and gently swept the leopard's headfur from his eyes, smiling gently. "How was that?"

The leopard purred in delight. "I enjoyed it."

"Good," replied the wolf, sitting up and taking his martini up again, finishing it quickly before it could become warm. He hit a small buzzer next to the door to summon the waiter, requesting another when he arrived. He also ordered a tray of brie cheese and wheat crackers, another martini, and a bottle of 1974 Chateau de Mer merlot wine to be delivered in half an hour. The waiter bowed slightly at the waist and departed.

"A bit of a snack will be here in a few moments," said Allen, sitting down again. "Do you want anything else?"

The leopard shook his head, getting off the table, rubbing his own fluids off himself with a napkin. "No, I'm really not hungry."

"Nervous?" asked Allen.

Shrugging, Reynard answered, "Not really." He picked up his own glass of scotch, and took a sip, savoring the flavor. "Just...not hungry." He laughed a bit.

Allen gestured to the other chair. Reynard sat down, sipping his scotch still. "Why did you come here?"

Reynard smiled crookedly. "Many reasons. The biggest being that I really didn't see life having much to offer me anymore. I've had every high imaginable, and it wasn't enough anymore. I needed MORE. When I heard about this...well, what could more exciting?" He took another sip. "Why did you want to know my name?"

The wolf shrugged. "I don't know. I just...did."

"What's yours?"

"Allen."

"Allen...," murmured Reynard. "Guess I could do worse for the last male I'll ever be with." He smiled crookedly again, and Allen laughed.

The door opened, and the waiter stepped inside without a word, setting down the tray of crackers and cheese. "Your wine will be out as requested, sir."

Allen nodded, and the waiter left again. The wolf picked up a cracker and spread the thick, rich cheese on top, popping it into his mouth. The flavor was delectable; REAL imported, French brie. A rarity, even at the nicest of restaurants. "Please, help yourself."

The leopard reached over and mimicked the wolf's motions, never really having had food like it before. It tasted all right to him; very subtle flavor. But Allen seemed to be enjoying himself, so Reynard smiled and ate a bit more. He chased it down with his scotch, somehow tasting bitter when mixed with the flavor of the cheese.

Eating his fill, the wolf set the knife down, leaving half the slab of brie on the plate, sighing; he didn't want to spoil his appetite. The taste of the brie lingered on his lips and tongue, and he rubbed his temporarily flaccid penis through his sheath. He closed his eyes and took a drink of his martini, feeling this one had more gin than vermouth in it, which was all right with him. Allen looked over at the leopard, who had placed his paws over his crotch, but Allen knew from the look on his face it was more out of teasing than admonishment. Reaching over and moving Reynard's paws aside, Allen smiled at the leopard's still-erect cock.

Allen got up from his chair and moved around behind the leopard, leaning in and softly saying in his ear, "I'd like to take you now." The leopard's ears perked, and he mewled a bit, more than ready for it.

The wolf took him by the arm and gently encouraged Reynard to stand, the canid moving the chair aside. He brushed the plate of brie and their glasses to the floor, in a cacophony of breaking glass. The leopard and wolf moved to the edge of the table, the lip hitting the leopard right at the waist, bending him over. Allen put one of his paws flat on the small of Reynard's back, rubbing him gently, while his free paw stroked his emerging cock. While he rubbed himself, his paw on the feline's back drifted lower, past his tail, and between his buttocks, and gently stroked Reynard's tailhole. The cat murred and purred, lifting his tail high. Reynard rubbed himself harder, careful not to overindulge, and gradually eased his index finger into Reynard. The leopard's tailhole flexed around his digit, and the cat moaned gently, curling the tablecloth in his paws again. He grunted a bit when Allen slipped a second finger in, pushing in and out to loosen the feline up. The wolf opened his eyes to look down at his cock, which had pushed itself from his sheath now, standing straight out from his body. His erection and the willing leopard's rear had him completely turned on.

Stepping closer to the leopard, he held his cock in his paw, loving the feeling of his own hardness in his grasp. The pulse in his veins, the heat emanating from it, eight inches of wolf maleness; it was all fantastic, and he wanted nothing more then to sink it into this feline.

Allen withdrew his fingers from Reynard, and pressed his cockhead to the leopard's ass. He put his hands on the cat's hips, steadying himself for that first, wonderful thrust in.

Reynard purred deep in throat, murmuring, "Please, I want you."

With that, Allen couldn't take it anymore, pushing his hips forward and sinking his maleness into Reynard. The wolf growled and Reynard gasped as he was penetrated, and they began to become one. The wolf brought his full eight inches into the leopard, hilting himself inside, pushing against the top of his trapped knot in his sheath. Reynard's tailhole tightened around him, the warmth of the leopard's insides spreading around his cock. It tingled as his head was stroked by Reynard's core, sending a wave of pleasure down his cock and to his balls. He almost didn't want to move, he was so content just to let his cock stay enveloped.

But the leopard's purring edged him on to start fucking the feline, withdrawing his penis and then bearing it back inside. Every thrust was just as good as the first, as he pressed past the leopard's tight anus and into his welcoming private places, now just for Allen. The wolf exhaled harshly through his nose, gripping the leopard tighter around the hips and beginning in earnest to breed the male. His pace quickened only slightly, content to enjoy himself, and rush nothing.

"Mmmf...you really are big," mumbled Reynard, feeling the wolf's cock spread and fill him. "So good..."

Allen humped a bit harder, spurned on by the leopard's moans. His paws rubbed the leopard's hips and ass while he fulfilled his own needs, his maleness achingly hard and breeding the leopard. His heat rose within him, starting in his groin and spreading throughout himself; into his belly, chest, and head. Each wave brought with it more of a sense of urgency, of wanting more of the intense, pure feelings of pleasure that racked his body. His own tail waved behind him, and he moaned under his breath. Reynard shoved his ass back against Allen's pelvis, urging him on.

"Tight leopard," said Allen, pressing harder against Reynard's buttocks.

"It has been awhile," murmured Reynard, almost sadly. He clenched his rear around the wolf again, as he had been doing periodically while Allen was fucking him, and was rewarded with another growl. He grinned, knowing exactly what he was he was doing. It had indeed be awhile, but that didn't mean he wasn't good at it.

Allen's head began to spin as he hastened his thrusting, pulling out of the leopard and then slamming his cock back inside. Reynard cried out with every thrust, in satisfaction not agony, Allen's penis making contact with his prostate; every push against it was like someone giving his own member a tight stroke. Waves of tight delight propelled up through his cock, and he could feel that he was leaking precum again already.

The wolf was practically on top of the leopard now, Reynard bent completely in half, his chest and stomach flat to the table, his ass high in the air, filled with Allen's cock. Reynard loved the feeling of fullness, that someone was inside him, making themselves one. He could feel Allen pushing down on top of him, the wolf's paws on his shoulder blades, warm breath across the back of his neck.

Careful not to hurt Reynard, Allen leaned over the leopard, pushing as deep into Reynard as he could. Reynard whimpered and murred beneath him, more than willing to let Allen finish inside him. But Allen didn't want to get there just yet. As he felt his knot emerge from his sheath, he withdrew from the leopard's rear, standing back from Reynard.

"What wrong?" asked the leopard, looking puzzled.

Allen smiled. "Nothing's wrong," he answered, rubbing himself while he stood, amused how Reynard marveled at his sheath. The wolf sat on the chair, spreading his legs apart and beckoning for the leopard. Reynard came to him, straddling the wolf's groin. He lifted his tail, settling down on top of Allen's cock. Allen put his arms around the leopard, hugging him close while his maleness re-entered the leopard's ass. The heat of Reynard spread back over his cock, right down to his knot. His knot pressed against Reynard's tailhole, gently spreading him open. The leopard took a sharp breath as Allen tied with him, arching his back and digging his paws into Allen's shoulders. The wolf panted and gently assured Reynard that he was doing well.

"Oh, God...," gasped out Reynard, "that feels...ohhh..."

Allen rubbed Reynard's belly, loving the leopard's soft fur. He also enjoyed watching Reynard's face as the feline was wracked with satisfaction, much the same as Allen was feeling. He was only able to rock his hips a bit now, since he was locked with the leopard, but it was more than enough. Charges of pleasure shot up through his body as Reynard's tight rear flexed and tensed around the canine's knot. To Allen it was like his entire lower body was numb. His testes pulled close to his body, and his cock ached for release.

"I want you to fill me," whispered Reynard. "Please..."

"I will," Allen spoke softly, "I...will..."

He had barely finished his sentence when he felt as of his cock was going to explode. In a manner, it did, the wolf's seed spewing forth into Reynard's ass. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his penis swelling with his orgasm, his semen painting the insides of Reynard. The leopard murred with happiness as he felt the warmth spread inside him, some of it leaking past the wolf's knot, he had cum so hard.

Gasping on the descent of his orgasm, he panted out, "And now, I want YOU inside me." He wanted his meal while he was still on the euphoria of his sex.

"I'm ready," replied Reynard, rubbing his cock as the end was coming. "I'm ready..."

Allen gently bent Reynard down toward his maw, opening his jaws wide and taking Reynard into his muzzle, head first. Reynard closed his eyes, letting the warmth and darkness begin to consume him. He could smell gin and the faint scent of cheese. Going down muzzle first, he just let it happen.

Getting Reynard in up to his chest, Allen murred as best he could with half the leopard inside his muzzle. His neck distended with the bulk of the feline moving into his stomach. The wolf reached up and pushed gently on Reynard, helping him in. The cat squirmed a bit, trying to get into a better position. Allen relaxed his throat, letting Reynard in, pushing him in up to the leopard's waist. He could smell the musk of the precum leaking from Reynard's slit of his cock, obviously still excited by the prospect that he was being swallowed. The scent also riled up Allen further, and he took more of Reynard in. Reynard's cock entered into Allen's muzzle, pressing against his tongue. The cat started to buck and hump against Allen's tongue, trying to get his one last climax in. Allen stopped swallowing the cat for a moment, letting him have his final orgasm. He was also enjoying the unique feeling of having his tongue humped from the inside of his muzzle. His own semen was leaking down between the leopard's legs from his tailhole, and Allen could taste himself. The wolf was honestly surprised that Reynard could still even hump, with half of him either down inside the wolf's throat or stomach.

Thrusting against Allen's tongue, Reynard went faster and faster, wanting to feel himself cum one last time. He was so worked up from being fucked, that it didn't take long, his cock spasming and releasing a load of his spunk all over the inside of Allen's muzzle and down the canid's throat. Allen murred and rubbed himself with the flavor and sensation of Reynard's final orgasm down his throat, taking in the knowledge it would the last time ever that the vibrant leopard would cum anywhere.

Working Reynard's cock and thighs into himself, he gently finished off with the leopard's feet, swallowing the last of the feline. He could barely discern the last bits of movement from Reynard before he quieted, and became a distended lump in Allen's stomach. The wolf patted his stomach, murring and growling contentedly. The leopard would be a part of him, physically and emotionally, forever.

The door opened and the waiter stepped in, noting that the wolf was full now. He smiled, almost imperceptibly, as he set the bottle of wine, a cork opener, and a glass down, then turned and left without so much as a word.

Allen reached over and opened the bottle, letting it breath for a moment, inhaling the fruity and tangy scent of it. Pouring a bit into the crystal glass, he took a sip and held it in his mouth, gently swishing it around before swallowing, momentarily wondering if Reynard would still be conscious of it coming. After a moment, he concluded that the leopard wouldn't be; and the wine went perfectly with the taste of his meal. Looking down at his belly, he grinned. It would be a bit before his pants would fit again.

"To Reynard," he said quietly, lifting his glass.

END