Center Stage (Patreon)

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Here's a story I writing with PariahLycan that's in it's near-final draft. Herm/male action in public.

It sounded like an innocent enough request. “Feel like entertaining my friend tonight?”  But with Ezzie, nothing is ever that easy, certainly never that boring. A trip to the club and a favor for a friend puts the gorgeous dragon-equine hybrid before the last thing she could have expected.  A new friend? A worthy opponent? An erotic challenge? All of this and more she finds in Trav, a Maned Wolf as svelte and demure as he is a glutton for pleasure. With such a spark between them, can the two even wait until they’re alone to let it burn?  

Center Stage

Written by Zmeydros and PariahLycan

Featuring “Ashlee Lockheart”, owned by JourneymanIK

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No one could have known what was coming the moment she stepped in through the doors, the large figure having to push both open to fit inside.  Even as the doors clicked shut behind her and she was bathed in a miasma of bright lights, bass-heavy music, and the aroma of fruity rum cocktails, her purple eyes managed to cut through it all.  

Ezzie was not the usual clientele.  Besides the fact she stood at least a head taller than even the huskiest of bouncers, her outfit stood out from the myriad of harnesses, leather shorts, and miniskirts, a long blue skirt paired with a saucy, low-cut orange blouse.  She needed no real effort to draw a crowd, her unique hybrid features showcased the best of both her equine and dragon heritage. In the hazy, swaying light, her broad muzzle glittered with soft scales and an alternating pattern of greens.  A wild mane began between her sharp horns, trailing down her muscular, well-toned back. She personified an even mixture of elegance and power.

Ash’s text had caught her off guard, as the pair didn’t have plans for dinner for another few nights.  The initial question was vague, but fairly simple, “feel like entertaining my friend tonight?” Ezzie’s attempt to glean more information out of her gal-pal was met with a slew of jumbled messages laden with typos, almost as if her friend had her hands full.  Although she was confused, the club Ash named was enough to get her away from the office and into something silky. Her efforts did not go unnoticed, as she heard more than a few whistles her way as she looked around the hazy atmosphere. Even for a club aimed at a primarily male audience, a particularly male-on-male audience at that, it seemed Ezzie was still appreciated by the masses.  Then again, perhaps it was the conspicuous bulge in the front of her skirt that earned her the warm welcome.

As cute as some of her admirers were, the Drago-Equine had an appointment to make.  Eventually, those purple eyes found their target. Nestled in the corner, she first saw the large shape of her friend, neon lights bouncing off the hints of the dappled mare’s pale blue coat.  Her good friend was hunched over, and Ezzie tilted her head in confusion. It was then that Ezzie saw something else, a slender leg hooked around the horse’s waist and a long arm was wrapped loosely around her neck.  Reddish-orange fur with black “socks” like a fox, but far too long for even the most lanky of vulpines. As she approached the two, Ezzie was curious as to what that other paw was up to. With a slight blush, and a much less slight smile, she realized Ash was cradling the figure in her arms, dipping them low enough to make burlesque dancers titter like nuns.  Nestled between the beats, she could hear muffled gulps and moans, even a few wet smacks of lips. 

With a little smirk, Ezzie leaned her scaled muzzle close to Ash’s ear, whispering a bit too loud.  “You rang, dear?” 

Ash outright jumped, and a shocked bark arose from the hidden figure.  Slowly, those limbs unwound from the larger horse, and Ash turned around rubbing her bicep, a bit embarrassed.  It was an unusual sight to see her friend like this, the large, butch horse herm usually more at home in a place like this.  As she let out a nervous little chuckle, Ezzie’s eyes turned to face Ash’s friend.

His green eyes were waiting to meet hers, and he brushed some long, dark locks out of his face as he gazed at her.  A Maned Wolf, confirmed by his trademark large ears and the bib of snow-white fur under his long muzzle. He stood almost as tall as the pair of herms, and while he indeed appeared lanky and svelte, Ezzie could see tone in his bare chest.  He was dressed simply, almost insultingly casual for the club, wearing only a pair of loose jeans that gave off a distinctly rugged impression. The wolf would have looked completely out of place, had it not been for his demure expression, the long silky swath of hair cascading down his back, and the subtle curve of his hips.  Neither a twink or a redneck, he eyed Ezzie with a little smirk, one paw resting on his hip, the other casually resting on the wall. By the straining tentin Ash’s jeans, Ezzie’s suspicions were confirmed about what that dark paw had been up to.  

“Pardon me for breaking up the party,” Ezzie purred, and the male let out a little chuckle, his voice at home among the heavy thrumming bass.  

Ash blinked and cleared her throat, and aside from the blush on her cheeks, the bags under her eyes were clearly visible. “Um...yeah.  Hi, Ezzie! Ezzie, this is Trav! Trav, Ezzie!”

The hybrid and the canine’s eyes met again, and the two shared a smile.  As if on instinct, she reached out her paw at the same moment as he lifted his, the two paws meeting in time for him to lift Ezzie’s scaly digits the rest of the way to accept a light kiss from a dark muzzle.  

“It’s a pleasure, Trav,” Ezzie purred softly, tongue flicking out of her muzzle to taste the air.  Outside the scent of the club, she caught a hint of him. A bit sharp, musky, but spiced with something warm.  

“The pleasure is mine,” Trav replied, his voice surprisingly resonant and not quite matching his demure appearance.  Her scent also stood out, more light and subtle, but with something sweet that curled his canine tongue within his muzzle.  Already, both of their tails had begun to twitch and wag at the growing spark between them.

“Trav’s just come to visit,” Ash spoke up, breaking the reverie and catching their eyes.  “We were having a nice night out, but I just got a call to come in early tomorrow. And I’m already pretty beat from hanging out today-”

“Wuss,” Trav interjected with a snicker, cuddling up to Ash’s side with a cheeky grin, before brusquely thrusting his paw under his good friend’s tail and down the back of her pants, giving every part of her he could reach a good fondle..  With a shocked whinny, the horsegirl whacked the laughing canine with her tail and pulled away, covering her rear end with both hands and glaring at him. Ezzie’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, unsure if she’d ever seen such a reaction out of the sexual dynamo that was her equine friend.  What had they been doing all this time, she wondered. What had he done to her?

“Anyway...” Ash all but hissed at the canine, who acted obnoxiously innocent, “I really need to head home now if I have any chance of not destroying something expensive tomorrow...think you can help keep Trav here company tonight?”  The spark in both Trav’s and Ezzie’s eyes nearly became a glow, and it seemed the two strangers needed no further convincing. Leaning in to whisper past the music, the equine stole a nip off Trav’s neck. “Watch out, she’s meaner than I am.”

“Not meaner,” Ezzie interjected, stepping forward and dwarfing the lanky male. “I’m just more forceful.”  Her eyes gleamed in excitement as she roughly grabbed the Maned Wolf’s plush ass, claw tips poking at him through his pants.  

Trav didn’t seem affected, only smirking at Ezzie and pushing his hips into her paw, before leaning forward and nipping Ash’s shoulder back.  “You forget what you’ve told me, love. I'm the one with the death wish.  If there's anything of me left come tomorrow night, feel free to try for sloppy seconds.”  

A little chuckle, a fond gaze, and a little kiss was shared between the two close friends, before the Maned Wolf allowed his body to slide like a liquid away from the horse and fall into his new friend’s embrace, his back to her chest and his cheek resting against hers.  Ezzie, shocked by the wolf’s forwardness, immediately wrapped her arms around his waist and drew his other cheeks close to her lap. Nuzzling against his cheek, she cast Ash a wide smile. Satisfied that her svelte friend with benefits was in capable hands, the horsegirl flashed them a wink, before she took her leave.

Now alone in their little corner, Trav and Ezzie each took in a deep breath, tasting the lingering hint of leftover equine arousal on the air along with the growing cocktail the two were brewing.  It was immediately intoxicating, and their paws reflected their growing desire. Ezzie’s large clawed digits combed luxuriously through Trav’s chest fur, petting him like a prized show dog, while Trav’s reached back to stroke over her waist and hips like a historian assessing a priceless sculpture.

“Howdy…” Trav murred, tilting up his muzzle to lick her chin, the faintest twang of a southern accent in his speech

“Hey there, sexy,” Ezzie crooned back into his ear, with a playful nuzzle to his temple. “You trying to stir up some fun?”

“Do I really need to try?” the wolf murmured into her jaw tenderly, squeezing at her sides.

Just like that, the stage was set, and the two immediately knew what was to come.   Ezzie quickly got down to business, dragging her thin, forked tongue down his neck. When she reached his scruff, she leaned forward as if to leave a kiss, but instead delivered a sharp nip, one she seemed reluctant to release him from.  

The taste of her fangs pulled a snarl out of Trav, lips curling in a wide, wild grin.  With his own fangs bared, his arms wrapped around her waist, pawsGingerly slipping back to cup the swell of her rear.  A delicate squeeze later, and he roughly yanked the hybrid’s lap forward, forcing her to grind against his own plush cheeks.  

Ezzie let out a grunt as the wide head of her prick slipped free from its confines. Caged by her skirt in some quixotic attempt to protect her dignity, the dragon-equine started to rub against Trav's denim-clad derriere. 

While reaching back and pulling Ezzie’s skirt out of the way to try and grab her rear properly, Trav’s eyes widened in surprise.  Groping around blindly, he tried to locate something missing, his slightly hazy mind confused.  

“...no panties?” he murmured in surprise, and Ezzie giggles, letting go of his neck to whisper into his ear..

“I left them at home...I had a feeling about tonight.”

And sure enough, Trav too felt a particular feeling, a pressure between his legs that caressed his thighs.  With mouth hanging open and eyes wide, he slowly looked down, catching the first little peek of an obelisk of tented fabric working its way up the fork of his legs.  Already he could see the outline of her flared tip, and he let out a soft gasp. 

Any hope he’d had that the sound was lost in the music was dashed as Ezzie giggled playfully behind him.  “Oooh, see? I'm extra turned on tonight...I'm having trouble controlling the pacing of this foreplay.”

Reaching around his waist, she lightly rested her paws on either side of the canine’s bulge, putting tension on the fabric as she pressed into the space where his groin met and squeezing his aroused nethers.  As her paws outright molested what he had to offer, the maned one let out a throaty croon, rolling his hips between her fingers and the warmth of her lap. As her cock grew between his legs, his entire lanky body began to curl and release.  Almost as if pole dancing on her growing length, he started to slowly swing and roll his hips, grinding the thick flesh against his plush cheeks and occasionally squeezing her with his thighs. “Just what I’d hoped,” the Maned Wolf snarled, before letting out a choked, throaty little moan.

Ezzie did her best to match Trav's undulations as the bulge in her skirt quickly took up all remaining space between his thighs. Soon, they were both moving with the music, Ezzie punctuating every hard bass hit with a little thrust of her hips. Every roll of her hips was returned in kind, and soon the wolf was almost slapping his ass against her lap.  

“The question is,” the male crooned, wriggling his hips just a little, scooting his jeans over his plush rear by a few tantalizing inches.  “How ready are you to dance?” As he continued to straddle and squeeze at her cock, he leaned forward and threw a sympathetic little pout over his shoulder as he rested his paw delicately on the wide, flared tip, still painfully coated in fabric.  After giving her a soft little caress, Ezzie could hear and feel fabric tearing as a series of quick, surgical slashes of his claws started to open up her skirt. He wasn’t tearing it open, he just needed to do enough for gravity to work.  

“Wait, what are you dooOOOH!-” With a rip, the contents of Ezzie’s lap finally fell free, and the club was greeted by the sight of a massive green equine cock.  

Eyes sparkling and chuckling through a bit lip, Trav leaned forward, flagging his tail to give her a peek as he took the lead back.  Still continuing to writhe to the music, his fingers trailed over her flared head, teasing and stroking at the tip directly. “So warm,” he murmured with an almost innocent playfulness not matched by the wagging of his tail.

All the while, Ezzie was biting her left index finger trying to hold back from just shredding Trav's clothing and breeding him where he stood. Feeling her intimate heat touched by the cool air of the room had her gasping, and she could only watch as the wolf nursed her prick, just shy of it full fourteen inches already. 

It was no secret to any of his friends that the Maned Wolf was a tease, and making pretty girls with horsecocks soak their skirts was a particular guilty pleasure of his.  But this simply wasn’t enough for Trav, and every time the wolf made contact with Ezzie's lap, he felt unfulfilled. With a night like this, this simply would not do. He’d already raised the stakes, he would not be the one to back down now.

Shifting forward, holding a paw on her hip to keep her in place, Trav bent over and made a show of slowly sliding fully out of his lone article of clothing, lifting his tail again to give her a peek at her future target as the fabric slid slowly over his backside.  “I had a feeling about tonight too,” he growled seductively as he stepped backwards, now completely in his fur and caring not whether an audience formed.  

Ezzie had somehow, up to this point, never fucked someone right in the middle of a club, but Trav losing his pants made it inevitable. Taking the chance to thread her cock back through the new hole in her skirt, she dropped the garment to the floor.  With her heavy balls and damp slit bared to the cool air, she thrust forward, cock breaching the space between Trav’s legs like a battering ram.  

Returning to her embrace, he moaned as he slid backward to grind over her exposed length, straddling the base of her cock this time.  It was there that the wolf discovered something new about his new friend and her enticing cock. She didn’t just have a knot, she had two, already swollen and ready to tie.  The wolf knew he’d lucked out, and he snuggled Ezzie’s cock between his soft thighs and against his balls, before letting the warm spear cuddle between his cheeks, bending over to let it lay against his lower back.  With a little chuckle, he even shook his hips and made the large length bounce against his ass.  

Ezzie grunted loudly, just enough to draw some attention.  Already a few had thrown some glances their way, but now more than a few eyes were firmly locked on the pair.  In particular, a cute wolf and his tiger boyfriend, both clad in tight-fitting rave gear, kept their eyes fixed on Ezzie and Trav as they leaned against the wall, cluddling and grinding against each other as they drank in the erotic display

A heavy pearl of pre swiftly formed under Trav’s paw as Ezzie’s tail deftly slipped around his waist and into his lap, sliding like a tentacle around his length. Her tail gave the wolf’s flesh a nice squeeze as she started working that knotted cock hard enough to make him whimper.  

This time, her voice was no longer demure or sultry, more excited.  Even predatory. "You know...I'm seconds away from grabbing you, pushing you up against the wall, and railing you while everyone watches!"

By now, Ezzie had confirmed all the rumors she’d gathered about this particular establishment.  Even with a fully naked wolf in her arms and her cock free to the air, no one made the slightest movement to stop them.  Why would they? The clean, well-maintained venue they were savoring was famous for its back corner, and all the shenanigans that would go down inside its doors.  It was almost like a sliver of Vegas within the space, an open secret to all its patrons. What happens in this corner, stays in this corner. Tucked away out of sight from the front door, yet open to a loving audience.  Ezzie hadn’t expected herself to be a headlining act, but with the writhing wolf before her, she couldn’t imagine a better dance partner.

Trav did not respond to the tease with words, though the occasional flash of disco lights did a great job of making his bared fangs glow between his smirking lips.  The wolf knew exactly what he was doing, what this would inevitably lead to.  Yet by the way his bare body wound and writhed to the music, hips swinging and back arching like he belonged on a pole, he was making it abundantly clear that this was not just for her benefit, but for every hungry eye washing over them both.  It was getting a bit hard to hold this composure, and he found himself missing the beat to buck into her tail's grip every few measures.

“Just do me a favor…make half of them jealous of me…and I’ll make the other half jealous of you.” As his baritone words slipped through the throbbing bass back to Ezzie, he suddenly pushed back, her cocktip mashingunder his tail.  A testament to Trav’s teasing, Ezzie's pre splattered over him and slicked up his entrance. The wolf held himself close against her while not letting her in, but the taste of warmth against her flared head would hopefully spur the pretty girl on.  He bent himself over, pursing his lips and flashing her a feminine pout, his eyes wide and puppy dog but nothing else in his face showing any emotion but a smug, hungry lust. Not far away, a few patrons were getting a bit handsy with themselves and their partners.  The wolf felt proud.

Skilled as the wolf’s display was, Ezzie didn’t endure it long. Tossing her top and not caring where it landed, Ezzie growled. Grabbing near the base of her length, she angled the heavy flesh upward, hooking her hands under Trav's arms to haul him back to her chest.  With her prick running up his back and sandwiched between them, she pushed him forward. Pressing his front against the wall while protecting his tender cock with the coil of her tail. She moved her hips back and put her broad tip against his pucker. Trav let out another coo of pleasure as that warm, slickened piece of meat rested against his tight ring.  Rolling his hips methodically, he smeared her free flowing warmth in a messy fingerpainted portrait all over his spread cheeks and bared tailhole. 

She was leaking even more by then, finding it easy to start opening him. Three restrained thrusts, three times coming just short of shoving inside him, and she spoke in his ear with a husky whisper.  “Ready to get boned in front of all these lovely people? Why not tell them how much you want this to happen?”

Her challenge was timed to fit the lull between two songs. If Trav spoke now, the audience would hear him. Already, their audience was feasting on the pair’s open romp like starved beggars at a banquet. The wolf’s paw had slipped down the back of his mewling tiger’s shorts.  A tall rhino was pulling his erection free of his pants and into the awaiting reach of a lithe dragon at his side, who grabbed it and began stroking eagerly.  

The audience was ready, was he? 

As the chorus returned and soared, Trav turned his head back to look into Ezzie’s eyes as he rested his chest and paws against the wall, heart in his throat.  He said nothing, just gazing at her, waiting for the next moment of silence.

Seconds from the breakdown, as if the song had stopped to take a breath, Trav’s voice cut through the silence.  Soft, gentle, but carrying an electric edge, he spoke not a request, or a plea. Not even a challenge. It was a command, one that made every onlooker in earshot lose their breath. 

“Breed me, sweetheart.”

In his gleaming emerald eyes there was no malice, but the Maned Wolf was not willing to settle for anything less than his lover’s all.  Ezzie couldn’t even take the first step and rise to the challenge, as Trav suddenly shoved himself backwards. Before her eyes, and the eyes of nearly everyone in the club, he’d taken a foot of her cock between his cheeks and under his tail without a flinch…or too much of a visible one, anyway.  His eyes made it clear, he wouldn’t be sated until she had to carry him out of this club.  

“Oh fuck you’re tight!” 

The cry of shock and pleasure that tore from Ezzie’s lips echoed in the air even as the throbbing bass pulsed in the air again.  

The sudden union immediately raised the temperature of their shared erotic fever. Onlookers started to drop their pants and peel off their shirts, possibly in the largest number that corner had ever seen. A wall of hot, hungry bodies formed, hiding the pair from those dancing throughout the rest of the club.  Emboldened, some even started stepping toward their wall, preparing to go just as hard as the headlining act. A few voyeurs were looking at the dragon expectantly, hoping that she’d be intimidated away so they could try to tap the wolf themselves, while others hoped the wolf would change his mind so they could take his place against the wall themselves.  Trav was more than a little flattered, and he even considered grabbing the numbers of one or two of them. However, with what he already had to handle, the wolf wasn’t too worried about needing seconds. 

He knew the Drago-Equine could take it. She could take him.  

A shocked, cringing expression had racked the hybrid’s face for a long moment, and the wolf had his moment of doubt...that is, until she started to rumble, grabbing his hips. There was something in their eyes, these two hormone-drenched animals huffing through their teeth and crashing against each other for the masses to admire.  The gaze they shared carried with it an unspoken affirmation, the understanding of what the crowd didn’t seem to understand.

None of them could hold a candle to the hybrid or the canine.  These two were the sexual elite, two people that unabashedly seek pleasure and enjoy the freedom of the chase.  Nothing less than the best would suffice.

Ezzie could barely believe it.  Even as his passage clutched inch after inch of length so well, he was a perfect fit, and she slowly pulled him all the way until his spread ring barely kissed her inflating second knot.  

By that point, most of Trav’s brain power was diverted to not melting on the spot, and he let out a low, deep-chested groan of pleasure.  Resting a paw on his overstuffed belly, the wolf let out a slightly nervous little giggle as he felt the outline of Ezzie’s flared head.  

Pinning Trav up against that wall again, she pushed forward achingly slow, stretching his ring around her second knot.  As the canine’s gasps started to pitch upward into the whines and whimpers of pain and pleasure, thinking he was about to be knotted, Ezzie yanked back and nearly pulled all the way out of him.  It was such a thrill teasing Trav with her knots as they continued to inflate, grunting at the effort as she held him in place against their wall. All the while, her tail toyed with his erection in the same rhythm, keeping his fire stoked.  Trav rocked his hips between both sources of pleasure, tides against the shore ebbing and flowing to meet her body. A shared heartbeat.  

“Beautiful,” Trav crooned as he looked back at her, the glimmer in his eyes ensuring she knew his intention.  It was more than her cock that had him allured, though the way he throbbed against her tail showed he didn’t mind.  Pushing his rear backward into her pistoning hips and pressing his back into her bust, he let out a coo of unrepentant pleasure. Opening his legs to strengthen his stance, he pushed back again, trying in vain to draw her in deeper and bolster his mare into action.

"Most gorgeous wolf there is," Ezzie replied, giggling like a schoolgirl as she pressed her heavy breasts against his back, starting to make out with his neck. Nips, licks, and suckles all vanished into his thick, plush mane, Trav’s eyes rolling with joy as he took everything she could give.  Using his widened pose to its full potential, her body stayed in constant motion, her balls nearly flogging him. The work his body demanded of her only made this coupling sweeter for the hybrid and soon her knots were harder to get in or out. Already, she could feel something building.

Not four feet away, the cute tiger was being railed by his boyfriend against the wall, their mixed snarls and mewls of pleasure a lovely song of their own. The rhino‘s arms were wrapped around the dragon, the pair’s bodies clapping together energetically where they stood.  A dolphin was stroking himself off to their left, a human boy was feverishly eating out his new naga herm date on their right. The music seemed more erotic now than since they’d begun, the dancing more about lustful gyrations than popping or locking. Even out of sight, various grunts, huffs, squeals, and moans managed to peek over the thrum of the playlist.

“Y’all better cum good for mama!” Trav barked at the horny masses, making a few of them grin, a few more whine, and turned a few heads from outside their ring of sin.  He even managed to attract a few more onlookers, but even as their audience further descended into the same haze of lust as Ezzie and Trav, their eyes never strayed from the Drago-Equine and Maned Wolf that started it all.  The series of huffs and barks that left the wolf’s muzzle kept their eyes and ears, as did the wet squelching of that impossibly thick cock coring him out. They commanded this stage.

It was hard for Trav to think as he pushed his ass into each concussive thrust, trying to take everything in while his body screamed for relief.  Even as he pushed back into the affection, whining like a feral, the wolf never let his behavior get too submissive. This was part of the game. Stay demure, stay sly, and always demand more.  Knowing that he had her wrapped around his finger just as much as she had him wrapped around her cock, the wolf leaned back to slowly drag his tongue over her cheek, a classy little show as she fucked his ass raw.  

Utterly incandescent, Ezzie kept throwing all of her strength into Trav, popping her knots in and out with abandon.  The poor girl was working so hard to hold her release back, but her body needed it all the same. Everything about tonight left her so worked up, and Trav's sultry attitude wasn’t helping in the slightest.  Loving the feel of his canine endowment against her scales, her tail increased its pace, squeezing nice and hard on his shaft and got him just shy of his passionate peak.

Basking in the energy of the crowd, Ezzie’s pace changed.  Less frantic, more intense, she made everyone wait for the big finish. Her thrusts started slow before growing fierce again, driving her thickest parts in swiftly at the very end. 

Trav’s expression had faded and his smirk had died, for no reason beyond that of sheer, overwhelming pleasure.  It was intoxicating, the feel of the massive spear of flesh inventing new places to stretch and spread him. He no longer pushed back, he lay there against the wall on display, hanging onto the side like a portrait of ecstasy.  His tongue hung out and his eyes were half-lidded. Even dazed. The world could be ending around them but all that mattered was this cute canine stretched around her prick. A dozen of these thrusts and the hybrid was groaning, begging herself to just let go.

Suddenly, a loud squeak and a bark at her side made Ezzie’s head turn, just in time to watch the wolf knot the tiger, wrapping the smaller fur in his arms and moaning against his cheek. That was it, she wouldn’t wait any longer, claws sinking into Trav's hips, pulling him away from the wall and hilting her full length inside him with a thunderous, painful clap.  

As the second knot popped in, the jolt brought the wolf back to life.  He gasped, and then let out an aching bark, louder than the crashing snares and cymbals of the syrupy trance beat all around them.  The shudder of the soft male rippling around her cock was all she needed, her knots reaching their full size in seconds and her flared tip engorging inside him.  Two bodies become one as her prick thundered inside Trav at the peak of their erotic embrace.

The pair had a single moment of intense closeness at the height of their tension before Ezzie’s lips closed around the nape of his neck and she let out a muffled roar that rumbled deeper than the bass thrumming through the club.  At the first throb of her cock up his ass, Trav’s body went limp within her arms. Pulse after pulse of her seed was pumped into his tight, hot depths, filling what little space her cock had not already laid claim to. The canine huffed and whimpered, his body pulsing in pain and exertion as he struggled to keep himself together, keep performing, but  the sheer force of Ezzie’s climax distending his already stretched body even more and her tail stroking him at a desperate, breakneck pace did little to aid him. Splashes of cum were forced out of him from around her knots painting the floor beneath them. The sharp sting of her teeth in his scruff brought forth a submissive whine, and he weakly jerked his hips as best as he could into the efforts from her tail.

It was all too much, and before long he let out an even louder sound, a booming, percussive roar of a bark that could have shaken the foundation.  Heralding his own jerking hips, the sound bounced off the walls as his knotted cock exploded with rope after rope of warmth painting the wall. .

Holding Trav tenderly while maintaining her bite, Ezzie gave him every last drop, her tail wrapping one coil behind his knot to make him feel that wonderful sensation of having tied his lover. 

It took many long, sticky moments past the end of their peaks for their breathing to return to normal.  Before Ezzie and Trav even regained their speech, she released her mouthful of his fur to lick and nuzzle his neck.  As she reached down to tenderly Wrap her arms around his middle, his lifted to gently wrap around her neck and head, paws resting behind her ears and giving an affectionate scritch.  

"That was glamorous,” Ezzie purred. “Look at the fantastic mess our audience made for us."

Trav’s eyes refocused and scanned over their audience lightly, rolling carefree over the piles of spent bodies, looking past them to see who else was still thrusting.  Pale splatters of cum decorated the wall and floor like tinsel spread by a leaf blower. It was everywhere. Well over a dozen lovers were panting happily, eyes half-lidded in a luxurious afterglow. The two locked eyes with the wolf and the tiger, who returned the gaze with loving, grateful smiles as they tenderly relaxed back in their seat, the tiger adorably perched on his boyfriend’s lap.  The fast-paced music juxtaposed coyly against their lax bodies, the dancing neon lights making the mess glow beautifully.

Trav didn't really care in that moment.  While there was still some residual pride, all that really mattered to him was casting a starry-eyed gaze and a playful smirk back at his now-dear friend. "And yet, I've only got eyes for my co-star..."

A light, winded chuckle, and he turned his face the rest of the way to kiss Ezzie gently.  Returning the affection with a tender little purr, the two stood there, swaying slowly to the beat as colors and scents swirled around their bare bodies.  In that moment, they could have been alone in a bedroom or in front of the Pope. All that mattered was the warmth. This was clearly more than a quick lust-drenched romp.  The pair knew they’d taken the first step on an exciting new friendship. After all, friends that you can have enthralling conversations and incredible sex on a packed dance floor with are the best kind of friends one can have.

THE END

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