Two for One
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Chloe the sheep was extra puffy, extra fluffy, extra everything, except between her legs, which was as bald as a librarian. At the club, waiting tables, she wore a special bikini bottom to keep the buggers at bay. She had soft brown eyes that said, “I’ll fuck you dry, if the price is right.”
The club hummed electric, a little static in the vibe. Located behind a shuttered K-Mart, the club resembled the lobby of a cheap motel. It was Friday night, and the club was packed with regulars, including three giraffes on their knees, their ears brushing the ceiling. Chloe took an order for Pimm’s to a table in the back next to the closet bathroom. His name was Ralph and he worked children’s birthday parties. Some days he was a big blue hamster, others a bright white poodle. Glasses clinked, hooves tapped on the cement floor painted electric red.
“Here you go, sailor,” said Chloe. She called everyone sailor. She put the Pimm’s on the small round table, waiting for a tip or at least a breath of fresh air.
Ralph gazed at her, seeing the nipples hidden in the fur. “You on for later? Got an itch that needs scratching.” He looked out of place in his jeans and light-gray sweater. He wore designer glasses but looked like he might flip burgers.
Chloe smirked. “I guess your wife will have a good long read tonight? Right, sailor?” She shifted her hips and the bikini bottom slipped just a bit, showing pink.
Ralph put a dollar on the table. “You got my number, babe. What can I say?”
The bartender Thaddeus, a wolf with big gray ears, whistled and pointed at a table, three new arrivals, a donkey and two goats, all with the look of great thirst in their eyes.
“Look, gotta run, but stick around. I’m free, but you never know what might come up.” She winked and smiled, her large white teeth all a glimmer.
Chloe sauntered to the table and put down three napkins. “How are you sailors tonight?”
“Yeah, we’re absolutely fine,” said the donkey. His balls were hanging off the seat. “How about a pitcher of that Miller Light that tastes so fantastic and mugs all around?” He tried to stifle a bray, but it came out anyway. The two goats chuckled, ogling Chloe.
“Start a tab?” said Chloe. She squeezed her butt cheeks together, holding back a big one.
“Yeah, do that,” said the donkey. Try as he might, he brayed again, sounding like a fire engine was in his stomach.
Chloe pushed her way through the humanity, felt a pinch but kept walking. She was wondering if old Ralph wanted the works or if he just wanted to jack off while she did the splits.
And back and forth, round and round she went, the night leading to more night, the noise rising like some growl from the belly of whale. She was the only waitress, and the only other girl in the joint was Seba, a halfling with full breasts and a mane of red hair. Ralph nursed his Pimm’s in the corner, keeping Chloe in sight, thinking about all of the bad things his wife said no to.
At 2 a.m., last call was over, and the trashcans full of bottles. The place smelled like whiskey and most everyone was filing out, except Ralph. His bone was hard and he’d about had it waiting for his turn at ecstasy. Seba didn’t seem in any hurry to leave, and he saw Chloe check in with her. It was nearly dead silent, except for the last strains of a Clapton tune.
To be truthful, Chloe was beat and wished that Ralph would leave, but she had a plan and whispered it to Seba. Seba’s long claws tapped on the leather bar. She’d shot her wad earlier that day on weed and needed some dough. She flicked at a drop of milk from her tit.
Chloe still had to wipe down tables and collect trash, but she walked Ralph’s way with a proposition. Two for one, but Seba would do all of the heavy lifting. What did he think? Ralph’s member nearly tore a hole in his jeans and he worried that he would be too drunk to perform.
“You sure? Sounds good to me,” said Ralph. “In my car?” He drove a beat-up GTO with a big back seat.
“But first, it’s two hundred bucks, no more than half an hour,” said Chloe. She emptied his ashtray into a plastic bucket. “I’ve got to get some sleep, so no damn car fucking. You get a motel room and we’re good to go. Okay, sailor?”
“You got my number, babydoll.” Ralph thought about the money. He needed brakes. His wife would surely find out, but that was expected. He glanced at Seba sitting at the bar drinking a glass of ice water and nearly came. “What is she?”
“Half human, half red wolf. Just had a litter, so she should be easy.” Chloe laughed.
At the motel, Chloe and Seba waited in the car and watched Ralph walk across the parking lot to number 17. They exited, inhaled the cold Michigan air, and trotted to the room. The door was open and Ralph was standing in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his black hair, looking like he’d lost his best friend.
“Alright, let’s get this party started,” said Chloe. She undid the strings on her bikini bottom and let it fall. She rolled onto the bed with her legs open, her pussy hidden by her large milk sack with two firm teats.
“Oh, baby,” said Ralph. He undid his belt. “What about her?” He nodded at Seba who had a look of shock on her face, standing near the door.
“Well, don’t ask me, dumbfuck. I’m just along for the ride. You can look but no touch. I’m exhausted.” Chloe closed her legs, opened them again.
“Oh,” said Ralph.
Seba realized that it was her move and ran her hands down her line of tits. She’d been bottomless the entire time, her tail providing adequate cover. She lay on the bed and closed her eyes. “For God’s sake come on.”
Quivering, Ralph eased onto the bed, drawing in her musky scent. His hand was moving from tit to tit and then to her throat, which was warm and soft. Seba opened her mouth, showing her dangerous teeth, silent.
Ralph let his hand run between her legs and he felt the moist lips there. He toyed with her then pulled off his underwear with a grunt, tempted to smell his fingers. He went back at it and Seba moaned, rolling to her back, her somewhat human legs relaxing onto the bed. Ralph moved in to kiss her, but she pushed his mouth away. From the other bed came sounds of snoring.
Ralph thought about the condoms in his glove box, but it was too late. He glanced over at Chloe and slid between Seba’s thighs, and she began to pump against him. It was too much and Ralph already felt like it was over with. He thrust and was inside her deep warmth and nearly stopped breathing. His hips took control and he was humping Seba for all he was worth, an odor of sex surrounding them. He stifled a shout and groaned as he released into her, her pussy wet and slick.
It was over, and he knew he was done, and just lay there with his dick inside her. He wanted to switch beds and bang Chloe, but she was dead asleep. Without a word, he stood and dressed, Seba watching him with her wolf eyes, her teeth showing. He looked around the room as if going on a long trip and knew what was waiting for him at home. He laid ten twenties on the dresser and left.