Old Stomping Grounds

Stepping out of the taxi with a friendly nod and a thank you, Lewis' fur fluffed up slightly as the early night breeze cut right through the doberman's jacket, his glasses almost knocked right off of his snout as his body trembled from a bout of shivers, his tail drooping between his legs as the man hurried along. The canine was thankful that his favourite drinking spot didn't require too much more hiking than the few steps from the curb to the door of the bar, shaking off the bitter cold from his hands as he gave a wave to the bouncer standing at the entrance, stepping inside as quickly as his paws could carry him. The doberman had visited the bar plenty enough times over the years that he didn't need to bother with whipping out his ID, though the thought that the mid-40s dog might've been confused for a teen may have been a tad too optimistic on his part, no matter how much he tried to ignore the very first faint wisps of grey in his fur staring back at him from the mirror every morning. Sighing in relief as the warm air enveloped him, Lewis wiped off the fog that was forming on his glasses as he stepped over to the bar, a smile instantly brought onto his muzzle as he listened to the low chatter and song that filled the relaxing locale, memories and nostalgia flooding his head. The bar might've not been the most classiest of places, but it had its own type of charm once you got past the slightly rough exterior, with many of its staff and regulars counting among the man's friends. The dog had had his very first (legal) drink in the pub, and it had been where Lewis had gotten through his worst moments and celebrated his best moments, a place he'd always been thoroughly fond of. In recent times however, the doberman hadn't been able to visit the bar as frequently as he would've liked, with work and married life keeping him very busy, though his wife had finally allowed him to take the night off and enjoy himself. Stepping out from a back room, the bartender flashed a bright smile at Lewis, 
"Lew, long time no see! What can I get'cha?" 
"I'll just take a beer for now, thanks."
Grabbing a tall glass of beer fresh from the tap, the doberman headed for his usual table near the corner, draping his coat over the backrest of his seat before planting his rear down with a huff, taking a big sip of his drink. 

While the canine enjoyed his cold drink and the warm mood, someone else was hoofing it towards the bar, hoping to warm up inside. Beatrix shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, grumbling to herself as the young zebra's boots stomped against the concrete, cursing her choice to go without any underwear underneath her ripped jeans when the temperatures were creeping towards zero. Her hair was done up in a side swept mohawk, a stud pierced through one of her earlobes, a few pins and patches almost haphazardly stuck to her jacket. Though Bea had only very recently celebrated her 13th birthday, her outfit and demeanour helped her pass as a girl in her late teens at a very quick glance at least, helped by her equine frame giving her some tallness that most other species weren't necessarily used to, letting her look like a slightly shorter young adult rather than barely a teen at all. Her facade did have one flaw however that she couldn't believably conceal or disguise, that being her voice, the zebra's girly pitch quite easily giving away her true age, at least to anyone who bothered to listen closely. Beatrix had more than enough street smarts to know that though, having learned to keep her mouth shut when around anyone who wasn't already in on her deception, along with a whole bag of other tricks to play and dupe just about anyone she wanted. With a disgruntled look on the shivering foal's face, she stopped at the corner of the bar, catching the bouncer's eye as she stared at him. The man was in the middle of checking some IDs, but quickly waved the entire group inside as soon as he spotted the mare, watching as the cub waited until the way was clear before walking inside right past him. Thanks to some rather unladylike favours that Beatrix had done for the bouncer, she had free reign to slip in and out of the bar at her wishes, having similar pull with most of the other pubs and clubs in her part of the city. The pair exchanged glances as she brushed past him, smirking slightly as her keen eyes spotted his crotch beginning to tent just at the sight of her, amused by just how well she had managed to train the man. Without saying a word, she marched past the bouncer and stepped inside, shaking off the frost that still clung to her arms before quickly finding a nice and quiet spot somewhere out of the way, wanting to survey the room without having all eyes glued on her at the same time. 

Nearing the end of his glass, Lewis was starting to feel the consequences of not having drunk for quite some time, having become quite a lightweight in comparison to his wilder teenage years of shotgunning beers and tossing down shots. With a slightly tipsy frame of mind, the doberman's mind drifted wildly from one trouble to the next, the chance to finally sit down and relax allowing everything that he'd tried to push aside to catch up to him once more. The main issue that was distracting him however was right between his legs, his face starting to take on a gentle red tone as his pants tightened up in a very inopportune time. Lewis' sex life had gotten considerably more stale in recent years, with his wife only rarely putting out, leaving the man to take care of business all by himself most nights. And though his own paw would do in a pinch, there was only so much that he could do before his needs began to gather and grow like an ocean held back by an increasingly rickety dam. The dog's memory wandered back to the many lewd encounters he'd had in the bar, remembering the many steamy nights of groping and fondling in the corner of the room, how the suspension in his first car squeaked like a rat as he rutted some girl he'd bagged. Lewis groaned softly, clutching the side of his table as his cock reacted to the very vivid memories bouncing around in his brain, desperate for some loving after having gone a good few months with barely even a half-hearted handjob to ease the pressure. 

The most vivid of Lewis' memories, and the most throbbing in his pants, were however triggered by the women's bathroom door opening up, a particularly giddy looking raptor male stepping out and zipping his fly closed, quickly heading back to the bar for a drink as the doberman stared on with a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Just about every regular of the bar knew what was in the ladies' room, it could barely even be classified as a secret, and Lewis had taken advantage of the hidden feature of the pub several times in the past, though he hadn't ever strayed off the path while married to his wife, at the bar or anywhere else for that matter. The call of the animalistic lust storming in his belly was very difficult to resist however, gripping him as he huffed, swallowing the last sliver of beer he still had swirling around in his glass, sighing with a grimace. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the bathroom door, his fingers drumming against the table as he ground his teeth, trying everything he could to hold back his urges, finally giving in with a frustrated grunt as he stood up. From the opposite corner of the bar, a pair of eyes followed the doberman the whole time as he marched into the bathroom, slightly bent over and hobbling along as he tried unsuccessfully to conceal the red rocket trying to burst out of his pants. Immediately recognising exactly what she was on the hunt for, Beatrix hopped up from her seat and followed the man, lagging behind by just enough time to not let anyone, especially the canine, notice, while also making sure that no one else besides him could make it into the bathroom before her. 

Stepping into the toilets, the doberman looked around for a moment, feeling nervous, hesitant, and desperate all at once, hoping that the spot wouldn't already be taken, thankful to hear that he was alone for the time being as he stood at the doorway. The women's bathroom looked exactly as he remembered it, with the small room bathed in a slightly sickly yellow light, a couple of sinks bolted to the wall opposite a pair of toilet stalls. Trying to remember the specific etiquette, the man hesitated for a moment on which stall he should get inside of, before spotting a small male symbol that had been drawn onto the door of the right side stall with a marker, slipping in with a nervous sigh. Quickly closing and locking the door behind him, Lewis immediately locked his eyes onto what he'd come into the women's bathroom for, feeling a throb in his pants as he glared down at a hole cut into the wall between the two stalls at just about crotch height, a few lewd and just downright crude doodles surrounding the gloryhole, one of the drunken poems even written in the man's handwriting. Popping his belt open and zipping down his jeans, Lewis stood in front of the hole, clutching his canine cock as he breathed heavily, trying his best not to over indulge on the fondling, wanting to save himself up for the main course since he'd actually built up the courage to come there. Standing around for almost a minute, the dog was feeling slightly awkward, beginning to have some serious doubts the more time he had to spend waiting with his knot in his hands: what would he even say to whoever came in with him, should he even say anything, what if no one's coming in, what if it's someone that he actually knew? Just as Lewis was thinking of just abandoning the entire idea and bailing out before the plan somehow backfired on him, he heard the bathroom door swinging open, freezing in place for a second before hurriedly getting into position in front of the gloryhole. Hearing a belt being undone before the stall door had even opened, the man chose to stay silent as he carefully peeked through the hole, catching a glimpse of black and white stripes through the peephole, deducing that his partner for the evening might have been a zebra. He certainly didn't have to wonder about that for long however, as Beatrix dropped her pants to her ankles almost the second she had her stall door shut, slamming her rear back against the hole as she bent over, stifling a giggle as she heard an audible gasp coming from the other side of the wall. Staring down at the gloryhole, the young girl's equine pussy stared right back at Lewis, giving him just big enough of a view of her flank that he could see her black stripes all converging towards the same point before turning into bright and soft white fur, her black pussy lips giving a few winks as her beautiful pink folds flashed at him, her puffy tailhole peeking out from the base of her tail. 

After several seconds, Lewis realised that he was just silently gawking at the very eager mare's mound with his cock pulsing in his hand, quickly shaking off the surprised daze as he nervously reached his fingers towards the waiting pussy, shivering at just how smooth and soft she felt as he slowly ran his hand up along one of her lips. Too enamoured with the girl's cunt, the doberman had no idea that he was actually fondling a child, too busy taking in the heady scent of her juicy peach to notice how her soft moans were just a tad too girly to come out of a grown woman. Swallowing the lump he felt in the back of his throat, Lewis opened his mouth, having to struggle for a moment to force the words to come out, staring down at the winking pussy the whole time as he stammered anxiously, 
"D… do you want me to… e… eat you out?" 
Smirking, Beatrix leaned down against the toilet, knowing she'd be bent over against the gloryhole for quite some time, biting her lip as she grabbed the tip of her tail, holding it out of the way by draping it over her shoulder as she moaned out and answer, 
"Mhm~" 
Jumping into action the second he was given permission, Lewis dropped to his knees and shoved his face against the zebra's rear, letting out a trembling moan as her plump lips wrapped around the tip of his muzzle, drowning out all other smells of the bar as his strong canine nose was plunged directly into her folds. For just a split second, the man's head cleared and he could almost think straight as he carefully examined the scent of the filly, suddenly dawning on him that her odour smelt much younger than he would've expected, almost child-like. Noticing that the dog seemed to be getting caught up in just huffing her natural fragrance, Bea wriggled her flank back and forth slightly, trying to shake the man out of it, worried that his nostrils might give her away. The foal's plan worked a treat, almost immediately plunging Lewis back into a horny hypnosis as her walls gently squeezed around his muzzle, her juices dripping down his chin as he began lapping at her insides, dragging his tongue along her folds as he tried pushing his maw deeper with every lick. The doberman dismissed his momentary doubts about the cub's age, underage girls surely wouldn't  be allowed to even get inside of the bar after all, focusing his brainpower on just enjoying the taste of the zebra. He'd eaten out his wife's canine spade plenty of times, but an equine cunt was a new sort of a treat for the pooch, his glasses pushing up and almost falling off his face as he nuzzled his snout against Beatrix's pussy, prying open her lips with his thumbs as he dined on her dripping wet mound, gasping with every subtle moan she gave as her tunnel clamped around his tongue. 

Lapping at the filly's slit like a crazed bloodhound, moaning and grunting, Lewis finally couldn't take the waiting for a moment longer, desperate to slip his girth into her warm and wet embrace. Pulling himself up to his feet, the doberman quickly adjusted his glasses, his mouth still soaked in her juices as he lined his cock with the hole in the wall, glazing the winking equine pussy with his precum. Just as he was about to plunge himself inside, the dog realised that he wasn't wearing, nor did he have with him, any protection, stopping with a hurried and impatient grunt, 
"Dammit… do you have any condoms?"
Grinning as he felt the older man's tip already caressing her pussy lips, Beatrix let him stew in his desperation for a few, torturously long, seconds before finally opening her mouth, hoping that he'd be too worked up to think about her suggestion,
"Just go in raw, I'm on the pill~" 
Lewis hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether he should take the risk with the mare, but was already on the verge of breaking down, every cell in his body ordering him to just breed the presenting girl in front of him. Tossing caution to the wind, the canine grunted dismissively, grabbing the top of the wall as he rammed into the zebra's waiting cunt, grunting as her slippery walls welcomed him in. Accidentally letting slip a few slightly louder moans as the desperate hound ploughed her mound, Bea quickly wrapped a hand in front of her muzzle, slightly losing focus on trying to keep up her disguise as the red rocket burrowed deeper into her tight tunnel. Barely able to handle the filly's pussy, Lewis knew that he wouldn't last for much longer, recognising that it was his final chance to stop before he did something stupid, his suspicions of his partner all surfacing as he was but inches away from an explosive finale, his voice quivering as he tried to delay it, 
"H… how old are you?" 
"Do you really wanna know~?" 
Lewis watched the zebra's lips kissing his knot, losing more control of himself with every heartbeat as his body longed to tie her, no matter what, finally replying after a moment of silence, 
"No…" 
The man shoved his knot into the cub, drooling and hissing as she gasped in pleasure, gripping his knot and not letting go until she'd milked every last drop of his seed inside of her. 

Filling the zebra's womb with his cum, Lewis was very quickly hit with a wave of post-orgasm regret, suddenly dawning on him just how big of a risk he'd taken with cheating on his wife with someone who he was suspecting wasn't quite of age, though it was a bit too late for him to do anything about it now. Tied to Beatrix, he couldn't pull out of the girl no matter how much he might've wanted to, his knot ensuring that his seed would hit its mark as he grimaced through her squeezing and milking, groaning and gasping as he emptied his balls inside of her. The filly felt the man tugging at the tie, trying to break it so that he could get out faster, smirking to herself as she huffed and only clenched down on his knot twice as hard, making sure she could keep him in for as long as possible, a slight blush painting her cheeks as she felt one squirt of cum after another rushing through her cervix, filling her until the creamy filling was running down her legs. Starting to regret the entire outing, Lewis yanked himself free from the equine pussy as soon as he was able to, popping his deflating knot out with a grunt as he quickly shoved it back into his pants, intent on disappearing and getting back home to forget that the entire evening had ever even happened. Zipping his jeans back on, the doberman stepped out of his stall just to see Beatrix standing there, her pants still down to her ankles, one hand holding her creampied cunt open to let the canine's cum drool from her lips, a smug grin on her face as she stared down the shocked dog. Bea licked her lips as she dipped a finger into her pussy, making sure the man could see the deviousness in her eyes as she scoffed, 
"Going somewhere~?" 

Lewis didn't respond, only glaring in horror as he realised just how young the girl actually looked, a horrible feeling creeping up his spine as the punky zebra held out a hand, 
"Wallet! Or I start screaming for help, we'll see how the men on the other side of that door deal with sickos like you raping a defenseless little girl~" 
"Wh… what?! I… I didn't… but… I-" 
"You raped me, and I've got all the evidence right here~" 
Beatrix gave a soft grunt as she pushed out a glob of cum from her slit, letting it drip onto the tile floor with a loud splat as she flashed a malicious smile, pushing her extended hand out towards the canine once more. Realising he was trapped, Lewis reluctantly pulled out his wallet, handing it to the teen as she pulled up her pants, immediately digging through the wallet as soon as she snatched it from him, pulling out a wad of cash and shoving it into her back pocket. She was more interested in the man's driver's licence however, tossing the wallet onto the floor as soon as she'd nabbed the ID, peering at it for a moment before likewise stashing it into her pocket, 
"Lewis, huh~? Well, Lewis, I know your name and I know your face now. If you don't want your family and friends to know that you're a dirty little cubfucker, you're gonna do everything I tell you to do~!" 
"A… and what is it that I'd need to do?"
"I dunno, not yet anyways. But I'm sure I'll come up with something fun soon enough~"
The foal patted her back pocket, giving a wink as she turned around to leave, 
"I've got your address, so you can expect me to drop by."
"Wait! I… I've got a wife, you can't just come over to my h-" 
"A wife? Even better. I'll see you soon~" 
Bea walked out, leaving Lewis to stand in the middle of the bathroom, staring at the floor in awe of what had just happened, a trail of his seed leading from the door to the gloryhole.