Club by BangBear “This is gonna be awesome! Everything I hear about this club is so cool!” Sophie walked ahead of the other two as they neared the building. Small clusters of people loitered near the entrance of the club to talk, smoke, and drink away from the noise and chaos inside. “Yeah, I heard it’s anything goes. They even have pet nights,” Trevor said, nudging his canine sister with his elbow. She punched him in the arm for reminding her of the unexpected escapade with Sophie’s feral pet dog, and he rubbed the pain away, snickering. “That’s not what that means. I don’t even think that’d be legal…” she rebutted. “Like you’re a stickler for rules,” he scoffed. “Shhh, the security’s close, keep it cool,” Sophie warned, silencing the duo as they got in line. She started twiddling her fingers nervously and looked to Trevor. “You sure it’s gonna work?” “Positive. These are the best around.” A fox waiting in line just before them turned to look at them over his shoulder, Alissa meeting his eyes. He smirked and silently turned to face forward again. She thought to say something to him, but she didn’t want to cause a commotion before they even got inside. The line moved steadily, both the music and the sound of the bouncers filtering people growing louder and louder with each step, and soon enough, they were next. “ID,” the bouncer said, his voice commanding but robotic. He held his hand out, and Trevor placed his ID in it first. He looked at it, then looked at the owner of it who was smiling back at him, his brown bangs fully masking his eyes. The bouncer’s face remained flat. “And you two.” Sophie and Alissa produced theirs to join Trevor’s in the jaguar’s large hand. He looked the three over, flipped through them, and checked front and back. He side eyed his partner next to him who looked at the cards for a moment. Alissa’s hand reached behind Sophie to rub the ferret’s back reassuringly, the action out of view of the security. “What’s taking so long?” she thought. Eventually, the partner nodded his head towards the club door, and the jaguar handed the cards back to the trio. “You’re good.” Alissa grabbed them calmly and nodded with a smile at the guard, ushering her brother and Sophie into the club. Once out of sight and sound of him, they celebrated. “Yes! Told you!” Trevor cheered. “Oh my god, we made it!” Sophie grabbed the railing on the wall and leaned against it with a hand on her chest, steadying her racing heart. Alissa came to comfort her with a giddy smile. “See? All fine! Now come on, we gotta go party!” She grabbed her hand and tugged her along further into the club through the dense crowd, lights flashing and music pounding. It was overwhelming. The three quickly got themselves lost in the crowd with each other and fully absorbed into the pulse of the club. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Come with me,” the guard’s booming voice commanded. The panda stood over the unconscious fox that tried to have his way with Sophie, who was shaken by the incident. The trio were ushered through the halls of the club, an elevator ride bringing them up to what looked like a waiting room for an office. It was rather ornate, if gaudy. Deep red carpet that matched the upholstery of the couch and chairs, themselves trimmed with ostentatious gold frames. It made the relatively stylish halls and elevator look utilitarian by comparison. The hulking guard closed the door and stood in front of it with her arms crossed, blocking their exit. A second guard, an ox, stood in front of the door to the office proper, one hand clasped over the other in front of him. He stared straight ahead with intense focus, not looking at any of the other people in the room with him. An intensity radiated off of him through his statuesque stance. He looked ready to start breaking necks if anyone moved wrong. “Empty your pockets. Put everything in the bin,” the more lax guard instructed. They did so cautiously, Trevor moving slow to try and not startle them into action. Their phones, their wallets, and their keys cluttered the bin, and from Alissa’s pocket came the aphrodisiacs her brother introduced her to. This caught the guard’s eye, and she took it up to inspect it from the collection of personal items. “Huh… go sit down,” she said, waving them towards the bench. The trio took steps forward to the lush bench, crossing the sight line of the stoic guard. It felt like walking past a loaded gun. They took their seats and they waited as the panda that escorted them walked towards the door guarded by the ox, taking the bin with her. He stepped aside to let her in. Sophie’s hands trembled in her lap. An arm reached around her shoulder, Alissa leaning against her to support both for her friend and herself. Trevor looked over to the other two, then back down at his hands. “Sorry, guys...” The panda returned, the bottle no longer in her hand. “Inside. Let’s go,” she said, walking over to them to follow them in from behind. Alissa sat up and Trevor followed, both of them taking Sophie’s hand to guide her up. The purple ferret breathed hard as they started towards the door. Trevor made it in the room first and he looked to his left. What he saw halted him in his tracks. “Yo…” “What? What is it?” Sophie asked nervously, just on the threshold of the door. “There you are. Come in, come in!” a voice called from inside. “Get comfortable.” “Go.” The guard placed her hand on Alissa’s shoulder and walked forward, a steady push from the back of the train forcing her into Sophie, and then Sophie into Trevor. They stumbled inside, the two girls seeing what made Trevor pause. There was a desk at the end of the room, and laying atop it was a young crocodile woman. She was on her belly, clad in various morsels of sushi along her back, buttocks, and legs. In the small of her back was a dish of soy sauce. Her head was resting in her crossed arms for a makeshift pillow, facing them. Her eyes bounced between the three strangers, but she seemed unfazed by their gaze. Behind the desk was a large tiger with a pair of chopsticks in his hand. He looked about middle aged. He smiled at them, his mouth remaining closed to not display the bit he was currently chewing. His other hand waved them over to sit in the couch opposite him. Each of his fingers on each of his hands had at least one ring decorating it, and a trio of golden chains sat heavy on his neck, giving his partially unbuttoned white shirt a garish frame. The door clicked closed behind them. “You kids hungry?” he asked as they approached, the smell of cigar smoke getting stronger. His voice was like greased gravel, his throat seared by years of whiskey and smoke. A closer look revealed smoke whisping up from behind the crocodile’s head from an ashtray just out of sight. “I got extra chopsticks for ya if ya want. I’d share mine, but that’s a little too unsanitary for me, y’know?” he said, pinching up a roll from her upper thigh, just under the buttock. “Uh, I’m good… we had sushi earlier today,” Alissa said, taking a seat with the others. The security guard stood to the side next to Alissa, putting herself between them and the door. “No shit!” He leaned forward, his chains clattering together and speaking while he chewed. “Small world, huh? Well, you want anything else? Soda, water, hey-” he snapped his fingers and pointed at them with a finger gun. “No alcohol though, eh?” They all slumped over, their guilt weighing them down. “Aaaah, I’m only kiddin’. I remember what it’s like being barely legal. 18, 19. Good years.” He paused to take another morsel off his living table. “Prime age to get some fake IDs,” he laughed. “We’re sorry! Please don’t hurt us!” Sophie pleaded. The tiger almost choked on his food, laughing. “Hurt you? No, no, what do you take me for, some kinda knuckle dragger?” Sophie shifted her eyes downwards and to the side. “That fox guy… what happened to him?” Alissa asked. The tiger silently looked over towards his guard, wanting to hear her report of the situation that brought these three here to begin with. “There was a commotion, some moron decided to get handsy with the purple one here. She said no, he kept going, she called for help, I’m pretty sure I knocked one of his teeth out.” She looked down at her fist, a small trickle of blood on her black fur there that she hadn’t noticed before. Her boss saw it too, and reached into his drawer to toss her a hankerchief and a small bottle of antiseptic. Trevor looked down at the crocodile, her hands balled into tense fists and her brow furrowed. “Yeah, that fox,” the guard confirmed. “How the FUCK did he get in again?” The tiger’s hand came to her shoulder. “It won’t happen again.” He looked to the guard who was disinfecting her cut. “I guarantee it.” “We’ll be more careful.” “That’s IT?” the crocodile shouted, the tiger’s hand rubbing her shoulder again. “We’ll talk about it later. I assume my knuckle draggers made him scarce?” The guard nodded. “Great! Now, please excuse our atrocious manners.” He placed a hand to his chest. “I’m Gordon,” it moved to the girl he was eating off of, “this here is Nikki,” and then to his guard, “and that’s Kyo.” She nodded in greeting to them. Gordon pointed back and forth between Trevor and Alissa. “Brother and sister?” “Yeah,” Alissa answered. “Are you gonna tell our parents?” Trevor asked. “Naaah, you’re not in the principal’s office, kid. This is more of a…” he waved his hands around each other in circles, searching for the words. “an interview!” The three trespassers looked between each other, each as puzzled as the next. “Like… for a job?” Alissa asked. “Like for a job. One that pays reeeeal good,” he said with a smile. “Now I imagine you three ain’t here ‘cause it’s any old club. You’re here, if I can toot my own horn a little, because it’s the club.” “Yeah, there’s like, a lot of crazy stuff happens here. I mean, that’s what we heard,” Trevor said. “Uh, huh… and you wanted to partake in this alleged crazy stuff, of course. That’s why you came in with this little thing.” He produced the pill bottle Kyo had taken and rattled the drug around inside. His eyes flitted between the two canines on the couch before him, grabbing the last bit of sushi on Nikki’s lower body with his chopsticks. “You know your way around a lady, Trevor?” “Huh?” “Well, do ya?” he insisted. “Yeah, I’d say so.” Gordon’s hand slapped down on Nikki’s green butt and pulled one of her cheeks to the side. “Show me.” Trevor’s brow furrowed. “Whoa, what?” He looked to the crocodile, who seemed much more calm about the request. “Right now? Right here?” “Sure! Why not?” Gordon answered, pulling a bottle of lube from his drawer and thunking it down on the desk. “Back door.” Trevor looked over to his left and saw his sister shrug at him. The dog stood up and reached down to undo his pants and step out of them, Kyo whistling at him when she saw his junk. “Nice pair. Squat down for a sec before you get busy,” she said. Trevor looked to the couch again, now Sophie doing the shrugging. “Sure, I guess.” He lowered himself down, his right hand on the desk for support as Kyo inspected him. She walked over, her footfalls heavy on the carpeted floor. “You’ll be popular,” she complimented, now stepping around behind him. “Look how low they hang.” She took a knee and reached under him from behind to let his nuts rest in her big palm. He huffed, his heart beating quicker as the stranger felt him up. “Hey, is this part of the interview?” he asked. “It could be! Kyo, whaddya think?” Without warning, the panda gave him a squeeze and watched for his reaction while holding onto him. The dog yelped with an even mix of pain, pleasure, and surprise. Looking down, she saw him poking more out of his sheath, the guard laughing and letting go. He fell forward, but caught himself with his left hand bracing against the floor. “Lookin’ good, for sure. Go show Nikki a good time,” she told him, walking back to her previous post next to Alissa. Pain radiated from Trevor’s balls up through to his stomach. He could tell she was only teasing him, and with how big she was, he was thankful for that. “Ngh, yeah, no problem…” he groaned, standing himself up and awkwardly stepping to the desk. The croc girl was laying flat on it, her arms folded with her head resting on them. Her legs were fully extended to the edge, her feet hanging off the edge. There was just enough space on either side of her for him to climb up and support himself, and the solid wood felt sturdy enough from his testing prods. “Try not to ruin my dinner, yeah?” Gordon joked. He had cleaned her lower half of the savory morsels already, thankfully. Trevor applied the lube to himself and was surprised to find it warm. Some of it dripped down onto the base of her tail and onto her scaled cheeks below, and he used his hand to work it between her cheeks. He set the bottle down, then brought his hands to her ass and parted it. Slowly, he pressed his tip to her hole, eyes shifting between that and her face to gauge her reaction. There wasn’t one. Confused, he pulled back and poked again, but still nothing. He started sinking inside, and still nothing from her. “Fuck, you’re super tight…” he hissed as his head passed the almost strangling ring. “Ain’t she? Volleyball gave her that trunk,” he laughed. “Volleyball!” “Uh, cool? Hey you’re alright with this?” he asked her, starting to feel unsure of the situation now. “Whatever,” she said, uninterested. “She’s fine, keep going. She’s on the clock too, you know!” Trevor continued on, and Gordon took a piece of sushi from her shoulder blade and popped it in his mouth, his eyes landing on the other dog in the room. “How about you, sweet heart? How are you with the fellas?” “I can hang.” “Oh, ho! Confident gal, huh? Wanna come behind the counter and show me what you got?” Alissa looked to Sophie, then to the panda woman on her left. “Depends. Are you gonna try to fuck her next?” “Oh, you wound me!” His hand came to his chest and he leaned back in his seat. “Gordon is many things, but he ain’t a monster.” Nikki furrowed her brows towards the tiger, but held her tongue. “If she don’t wanna participate then she’s got no obligation to. And, I won’t call her parents, either.” “And what about Kyo?” The panda looked down at her and crossed her arms. “What are you trying to say, kid?” “Aw she didn’t mean nothing by it. Relax, ya knuckle dragger. Our friend Alissa here’s a smart girl. She’s covering her bases. Might become a lawyer or somethin’.” Gordon raised one hand and placed the other over his heart. “On my word, Sophie will stay safe and untouched. Period. Poor girl’s had enough excitement for one day.” Alissa looked back to her friend, putting her hand on her back and speaking low. “You gonna be okay by yourself for a few minutes?” Sophie nodded. “Yeah, go ahead. I trust her.” “Why?” “I just have a feeling that she’s ok.” Alissa rubbed her back and gave her a quick side hug, then stood up and faced the tiger. “Fantastic! Just come around this way, my chair can hold the two of us.” “Barely holds you,” Nikki muttered, Alissa making her way over. “How about you hold these for me, sweetheart?” Gordon passed his chopsticks to Nikki and picked up the lit cigar from the ashtray. “And you, let’s see what you got.” He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs, taking a puff from his cigar. Alissa knelt down between them and looked up at him from the floor, the tiger grinning down at her. His gold fang twinkled back as the smoke left his mouth. “Go on,” he said, motioning towards his crotch with his smoke. She reached for his zipper and pulled it down, and was surprised to see he went commando. “Careful with that zipper. We don’t want any accidents, now.” She agreed, an accident here would probably cost more than their work prospects here. She popped his button and unfurled the flaps of his pants, the entirety of his shaft waiting for her. Alissa took it in her hand and stroked him gently. It felt heavy in her paw, and it was already thick despite clearly not being fully hard yet. She brought her tongue to his tip and teased the underside of his head, the happy to see him twitch from it. She let him stiffen up along her tongue and into her mouth, leaving it open until she felt him stop growing. “Not bad so far,” he complimented, turning his eyes to the duo on the desk. The tryout looked concerned and confused, Nikki not making a peep since he started. She’d even closed her eyes, and seemed totally aloof. “Don’t worry, kid, you’re doin’ fine. If she didn’t like it, you’d know by now.” The comment gave him some relief, and he moved to grab onto her tail, leaning back for some better leverage and a new angle. Again, Nikki declined to react to the dog fucking her asshole. Alissa brought her lips around his shaft. She rolled her tongue around his uncut cock and slathered it with her spit as she pulled her head back and forth. A layer of her drool served as good lube for her black lips to slide up and down easily. She wasn’t going very far down, though. He was a bit much for her overall for her to comfortably take him. If it was just length or just girth she could manage, but Gordon had both. “Is that your stop, girlie? You can go a little further, I hope,” Gordon said, his free hand coming to the back of her head. He started pushing her down, slow but firm. Any resistance she gave was matched with equal strength from the tiger. Alissa winced and coughed around his cock as his head prodded at her throat. She tried her best to take him, but she was losing the fight against her gag reflex. Her face scrunched up and she shook her head no, pushing against his thighs and pulling back. Gordon let up, and she pulled totally off of him, thick drool strings sagging down between his head and her lips. “Eh, good hustle but I’m not impressed yet, sweetheart. Anything else in the tank?” Alissa wiped her mouth and stood herself up, turning away from Gordon. Trevor looked her way, humping faster. His sister winked confidently at him despite the Tiger’s disapproval. Sophie’s legs were clenched together in an attempt to quietly quell her own arousal. She popped open her jeans and then hooked her thumbs into the waist to start wiggling out of them, leaning forward further as her pants slid lower. Her underwear came into his view, and soon, so did the triangular lump made by her labia complete with a wet spot in the center of it. Much bigger than he was expecting, but certainly not an unwelcome surprise. The tiger blew an interested whistle. “Weeeell shit, lookit that!” Alissa’s tail wagged from the praise as she looked back at him. “She got one of them dog ones! Kyo, come here and look!” The guard stepped over and took a peek, equally surprised at seeing the uncommon trait right in front of her. Gordon reached forward and grabbed her cheek, thumbing over her pussy through her panties to check if it was real. Her sharp little inhale was all the proof he needed. Gordon pinched the waist of her underwear in the center and pulled it down, grinning at the sight of it stretching down before unsticking from her lips. “If you can ride as good as you look your score on the blowie exam won’t even matter.” Alissa laughed. “You’re just a little big for me.” She pulled her jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, then stepped out of them. “I got of lot of big customers. Hope I fit better here.” He bit down on his cigar and waved her over with both hands, Alissa climbing into his lap. He looked up at her with a grin, then turned his eyes downward. She was hovering over his shaft close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her. His hands pulled her down until she kissed his lubed tip and slowly parted her. The tryout huffed as she began taking him, feeling the internal pressure rising with each half inch he sunk inside her. “Doin better so far, sweetheart. Keep going.” She could abide this, lifting herself slightly and letting herself drop down to advance his entry. Her was further in her pussy now than he was in her mouth a few moments ago, and she still had room to spare it seemed. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, girl,” he grinned, one of his hands reaching up under her shirt to grab at her tit. His hand brushed against something small and firm much earlier than expected, and he lifted her shirt to check what it was. “Hah! Little girlie here’s half feral! She got enough nipples to feed a whole litter!” he joked at Kyo, thumbing over her extra rows and giving one a pinch. Alissa lifted her shirt and bra out of the way to let her tits bounce freely in front of him with her hands balancing on the armrests, thinking it’d help her chances. Behind her, Trevor huffed on the table, looking like he was fighting off a climax. “Don’t fight it, kid, not worth the trouble. Finish up, you’re knocking on the doors to Kingdom Cum.” He did as recommended, thrusting himself to a climax to pump into the crocodile’s rump. His knot pressed against her tailhole, and his eyes went to check her face for any sign of disapproval. Even now, her expression was null, but as he pushed in strong enough to get himself inside, he noticed the slightest flinch on her lip. He blew his load inside her, and beyond that small break in her facade, she made no acknowledgment of anything that happened with her over the last few minutes. It took Gordon’s prodding to get anything from her. “So how is he?” “Whatever.” “Great! Congrats, kid. You’ll have some more money for your summer vacation now. Still gotta finish your test tho, sweet heart,” he said to Alissa. His hand rested on her hip, occasionally reaching behind her for an encouraging squeeze of her ass. “Walk around front if you want Nikki to clean you up. She got lotsa teeth but I promise she won’t use ‘em,” he chuckled. “Hah, yeah, just gotta deflate a little.” “Take your time, kid. I’m gonna be doing that with this cute little thing here.” Gordon spanked Alissa as she rode him, eyes floating between her tits and her face. “You take any of them horny pills yet?” “Yeah, ah, this afternoon. It’s worn off by now though,” she answered. “Oooh, busy girl! Stamina will getcha far here. Right, Nikki?” The croc silently rgave him the finger, the tiger chuckling to himself. “I wanna see what you’re like natural, but kiss and tell for me, sweetheart. How’d the lucky guy like ya?” Alissa huffed as she rode the fat tiger, turning her head to look at her brother for a moment, wondering. Gordon took a puff from his cigar as she turned back and leaned in closer to him. “Why don’t you ask him?” she said with a grin, gesturing her head to Trevor. Her brother looked at her, mouth hung open in awe. Sophie on the couch covered her mouth in a failed attempt to hide her gasp. Gordon’s lips curled into a toothy smile, smoke billowing from between them. He pulled her down hard, his cock tip kissing up on her cervix and making her groan. “You’re a real special breed of slut, huh?” Alissa giggled at his assessment. The tiger turned to her brother and raised his cigar to him. “You’re lucky, kid! My family won’t invite me for the holidays, let alone let me fuck ‘em,” he laughed, thrusting his hips up to bounce the girl in his lap. “Talk to me, buddy. How’s your dear sister’s pussy when she’s all hopped up on hormones?” Trevor’s arm was still wrapped around Nikki’s upright tail for support as his knot shrank. “Her? She tries to get me to knock her up,” he revealed, going tit for tat on their embarrassing secrets. Seems like it backfired though, as Alissa simply bit her lip and rolled her hips harder against the tiger. “Hah! Hate to break it to ya but I think she switched teams. Whatdya think, Liss? Cat got your cunt?” The dog laughed. “I don’t know, I might need you to cum in me to find out for sure…” she teased. “Ngh, music to my ears.” Gordon thrust up harder into her, his hand pulling her down so the two would clap against each other. His hips sped up, quickening his advance towards his climax. “Yeah…” he groaned under his breath. “Yeah, gonna flood ya, ya slut. Hah, right there… Right… there!” His tip pushed hard against her, parting her cervix just enough for him to get a direct shot inside her womb. She moaned at the difficult stretch, his girth preventing full-on womb-renting penetration. “Ah, fuck, you’re big!” she moaned. He groaned himself to a finish, panting and looking down at their hips. Her lips hugged the base of his cock right at his crotch, a few trickles of his cum dribbling out of her. “And you’re gonna be big.” A hand came to pat over her belly. “Just give it a couple months,” he winked. The dog giggled and leaned forward for a kiss on the tiger, a gesture he welcomed by bringing a hand holding the back of her head. It was an ugly, sloppy, tongue-sucking kiss, his cock twitching and throbbing inside the canine. He tasted just like how he sounded, whiskey and slow-burnt tobacco. On the desk, Trevor was now soft enough to pull himself free without too much trouble. He slid himself off to the floor and walked himself over to Nikki’s mouth, the crocodile opening up and taking him in without further direction. “Whoa, teeth!” Gordon pulled his lips away from Alissa’s with a wet smack. “You’re fine kid! Kyo, do me a favor and grab me my wallet, will ya?” The guard turned to a drawer against the wall behind Gordon and opened it up. Inside were several stacks of cash, neatly organized and banded together. She took just one of them and handed it to the tiger, Alissa’s eyes going wide with how much was in that bundle alone. He licked his thumb and began sliding some bills out of the stack and into his counting hand, all of them hundreds. “...9, 10, 11, 12! Here you go, sweetheart, to split between you and your brother.” He handed Alissa six of the bills. “And for Sophie, for your pain and suffering earlier tonight. Please, accept my sincerest apology.” He handed the other six to Kyo, who then handed the money to the ferret, still looking a bit flustered from the show she got. “Thank you, it’s okay.” She took the money and looked up at the guard. “And… thanks for saving me.” “Don’t mention it.” Her arms quickly crossed again. Sophie looked to the side, tapping the stack of cash in her hand anxiously. “Do… do you… want to get coffee with me? My treat?” Kyo’s brows raised, and she turned to look at her boss. “Weeeell, lookie here! Kyo’s got a little admirer!” he laughed. Alissa and Trevor shared a little laugh as the guard turned back to Sophie. “Yeah, why not? Which of those phones was yours? I’ll give you my number.”