A Vignette from the Roadhouse: Contemplative Indulgence
Story by ValerieElysee on SoFurry
The Dobe finds herself musing, whilst a probate finds themselves yanked into subservience
The air amid the rafters quaked with the hoary voices caterwauling to the jukebox, the slam of glassware against each other, the ozone smell of the evening, as the wind blew sand against sand, the quiet creaking of the wind pump outside. "and there is love here..." The doberman thought to herself, letting that hypertrophic pucker squelch down against the seat. Looking over her shoulder as she nursed the bottle of beer. Two club members had taken turns setting up contest slapfighting as the slap of leather on jowl rang out in a languid polyrhythm to the warbling honkytonk song from the jukebox. A different club member let out a yelp as a tell-tail foxtail from beneath one of the tables wagged rapidly as a positively dumbstruck eye rolling expression played out over a gazelle's face. "...in so many forms." She thought to herself. Hearing bootfalls and a tiny bell ringing to her left, striding past her, she reached out and grabbing the collar of the probate member yanking him to his knees and pushing her leather-wrapped ass right against his muzzle as she pushed her weight back from the brass rail, the 'lucky' mouse whined as he immediately set to work with trembling hands, pulling down the dobe's leather pants and slipping his fingers in the band of the doberman's jock, started to submissively rim her. her sheath swelling in her jock. Taking another few swallows of her beer, she savored the awkward, fumbling slips of his tongue over her hot, plush hypertrophic asshole, setting her beer down reached back and gripping the head of the mouse, relaxed her backside before sliding his muzzle effortlessly into her slowly, inch by inch, tormenting the whimpering rodent. Untill the shattering of glassware made her clench down on the mouse's face. She turned to shout "YOU KNOW THE RULES, NO WASTING BEER. WHICHEVER ONE OF YOU CHUCKLEFUCKS DID IT, ON YOUR KNEES AND START LICKING. EVERYONE ELSE, TIME 'EM, AND IF IT'S NOT CLEAN IN A MINUTE..." Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted in a thin grin. "feel free to -add- to the workload" She sad, visibly groping her bulge, sparking a roar from the club and chants of the offender's name.
She gradually relaxed and clenched in lazy pulses against the hapless rodent, and finished the last of her beer, lighting a cigarillo, noting the way one side of the saloon door swung lazily in the wind.
"how kind for the breeze to grant this smallest of forts, it's own flag..." She mused, as her precum oozed down the inside of her thighs. "how kind indeed~"