Late in the night at the Dead Martinis, a bar and grill located smack dab in the middle of the busiest part of a southern town.  Despite this prime location, the establishment itself was pretty empty, only a few regulars at the counter, so the owner and current bartender on duty was bored out of her bleedin’ mind.  Jupitahr sighed and used a rag to clean the same mug she’d cleaned a half dozen times that night.

	Standing 5’9”, the cheetah was sleek and sexy- all lean muscle and leg with just a hint of softness.  The only part of her that was all soft were her 34C breasts which pushed against her blue halter top invitingly, showing off an enticing glimpse of side boob whenever she turned and moved her arms just right.  What really captured the eye though, was her appearance beyond these basic features.  Her fur sported an inverted king cheetah pattern- black fur with three gold stripes down her back and golden spots dotting the rest of her.  Her left ear was ragged from previous lover from years ago and was all the more noticeable because she kept her black hair short and spiky, the tips of which she’d dyed as electric blue as her eyes.

	Many a male in the town had tried unsuccessfully to get into her baggy black Goth pants, with its silver buckles, chains and buttons, but she’d refused the lot of them- mostly because the ones that were brave enough to hit on her were drunk out of their sodding minds.  When outright refusal hadn’t worked on some of them, all she’d had to do was give them a smile and show off her longer than average canines, which killed any and all thoughts of blowjobs in those brave few men.  Something about her fangs near their penises really deflated their courage, so to speak.

	With a sigh, she finally put down the mug for the thirteen time and decided she would just call it a night and go home when suddenly the door opened and a male slipped in.  It was raining outside it seemed, from both the sound of it and the water dripping from his hoodie.  She eyed him carefully, taking in his appearance as he stood there for a moment.

	At just over six foot, the male was taller than her by a bit but she was used to that despite being tall for a female.  He wore a thin hoodie and pair of black pants like second skins from the rain but what drew her eyes more was that the front of said hoodie was unzipped, revealing a lean torso with black skin and red splotches.  Her eyebrows furrowed a little at that and she looked to his face, hidden by the shadows of his hood, though as he stepped towards the bar, she could see light reflect off the black sunglasses he wore.

      All this raised so many red warning flags in her, until he sat on a stool before the bar, his thick tail wrapping around the legs of it and he placed a twenty on the bar with one hand.  “Rum and coke,” he ordered in a voice like velvet that rubbed against her senses in a way that made her shiver ever so faintly.  When she went to take the twenty, she paused at the sight of his hand still resting over half the bill- as if he expected her to refuse him service.  He had three fingers and a thumb, not like he was missing a finger, but like he was born like this for his hand showed no indication of ever having that fourth finger.
      
      “Rum and coke it is then,” she told him, which made him pull back his hand.  She took the money and brought him his change before throwing together the drink.  “You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked, her electric blues settling on his face.  He had thin lips and high cheekbones from what she could tell, and a nicely shaped nose, but she couldn’t see his eyes and that bothered her a little.  She didn’t let it show as she set the drink down in front of him though.
      
      One of the other patrons left then, calling a goodbye, to which she looked away to respond to and when she looked back, he had the drink in his hand and was taking a sip of it.  “No,” he told her after a moment’s pause, his voice once again eliciting a shiver down her spine, “I’m just passing through on the way home.”
      
      She eyed him a moment longer then introduced herself, “I’m Jupitahr, the owner of this establishment.”  It was then that the resident chef called from the back, announcing that the kitchen was clean and that he was leaving for the night.  She looked away and called a good night back to him before returning her gaze to the male before her, blinking when she noticed the empty glass on the bar.  “Want another?” she asked to which he nodded.  She put it together and when he reached for his money, she shook her head.  “We’ll start you a tab.  You downed that faster than I’d thought you would,” she said with a little chuckle.
      
      “Alcohol isn’t very potent on me,” he offered as a light explanation but said nothing more before picking up the glass once more.  He was watching her just as much as she was watching him, the sunglasses hiding his eyes and their gaze from her.  They stared at each other for a moment before finally she spoke up, asking about his sunglasses.  “I have very powerful night vision.  Unless the lighting is very dim, I have to wear them or it hurts my eyes,” he explains and she nods with understanding.
      
      “Well you enjoy your drink; I’m going to start cleaning up.  You’re likely my last customer for the night so I’m just going to close up early,” she explains before taking a rag and starting to wipe down the counter at the other end of the bar.  Was she showing off to the mysterious stranger by putting a bunch of effort into her cleaning, making her breasts jiggle enticingly? Surely not.  Most surely not.  She could feel him watching her though, letting her know that her not showing off was getting his attention- as if she didn’t have it already.
      
      Maybe it was his voice, or maybe she was going into heat, but all those red flags that had sprung up at first seeing him had gone away, leaving only a want to know more about him.  All the questions she wanted to ask though were quite rude so she’d kept relatively quite though one had managed to worm its way passed her lips.  More than anything though, she wanted to know what he was.  She’d met all kinds of anthropomorphs in her twenty seven years but never had she seen one like him.  He had skin, no fur or scales, and just three fingers and one thumb on each hand.  The more she scrubbed the counter, the more the question ate at her and finally she gave up cleaning all together and went back over to him.
      
      The first thing she did was refill his drink, the second was stand awkwardly there while she tried to think of a way to word a very rude question.  As she gazed at him, she noticed the right corner of his mouth twitch then slowly pull back into a closed lipped, handsome grin.  “Don’t hurt yourself now,” he said with amusement in his voice, making her shiver just a little more noticeably this time.  “You look like you’ve got something you wanna ask but don’t know how to ask,” he teased lightly which eased her tension and made her laugh.
      
      “That obvious?” she asked and he nodded, “Well… I know it’s rude but what are you? I mean… I’ve met a whole lot of people but I’ve not met anyone like you.”  He gave a small laugh, revealing tiny teeth in his pink mouth.
      
      “I’m a Salamander,” he explained and immediately her eyebrows went up before quickly grabbing a rag to wipe her hands from where she’d touched the glass he’d drank from.  “Oh there’s no need to fret.  My family doesn’t produce toxins.  We bred that out many generations back,” he explains, making her relax.  She didn’t know why, but she believed him immediately.
      
      “That’s so cool.  I’ve never met a Salamander before,” she told him, immediately regretting the way she sounded like she was gushing.  “Cause, you know, we’re really far from any big bodies of fresh water and your race tends to congregate there.”  He nodded at her words and took a sip of his drink, at which point she looked around the bar, seeing that the two of them were alone now.
      
      “And I’ve not seen a cheetah like yourself,” he told her, making her turn her gaze back to him immediately.  “That’s the king cheetah pattern, is it not?  But never have I seen it inverted so.”  The way he spoke and the sound of his voice was starting to make her tingle- probably more than it should.  She pulled out her phone and checked her calendar real fast, biting her lip when she saw the date.  Damn it, she really should have taken tonight off- but then she wouldn’t have met him, now would she?  “My name is Victor, by the way,” he tells her, drawing her eyes back to him.  “My friends call me Vick.”
      
      When he held out his hand to her, she took it without hesitation, getting a good feel of his soft hand.  She could feel strength in it, but it felt softer than it looked, which added up to a strange contrast that distracted her the precious few seconds he took to raise her hand to his lips.  He most certainly had her full attention though when his lips pressed to her knuckles, her heart skipping a beat while her hand clutched at his instinctively and she gave a small gasp.  Her lips stayed parted as he lightly caressed her knuckles with his thumb while he continued to hold her hand for a long moment.  She could see these twin green lights shining through the dark lenses of his sunglasses and that light held her gaze, making the moment last an eternity and a second.
      
      When he finally took his hand from hers, he let his fingertips caress her palm during the action, causing her to give a small full body shiver.  If he’d been any other male and she’d not been going into heat, she’d have totally thought the action sleazy, but somehow he pulled it off in a way that did everything to help her gradually building arousal grow ever faster.  She squeezed her thighs together as imperceptively as possible but she saw those green lights flick down despite that, felt his gaze like a physical caress that made the delicate folds of her sex grow moist and her nipples tighten.
      
      She shivered a little and raised one hand, the same he’d kissed, and coughed into her fist.  “Would you like a refill on your drink?” she asked, the tension in the air so thick that her voice faltered just a little.  She watched him swirl the little that remained in his glass before he raised it to his lips and down it, setting the glass aside.
      
      “No, I do believe I’ve had enough to drink for tonight,” he told her and she immediately felt a heavy weight in her chest, knowing that this mysterious Victor would be leaving soon.
      
      “Oh… Let me get your bill,” she said, totally not sounding disappointed.  Totally. Not. Disappointed.  ‘Tackle him!’ her libido was practically screaming at her as she went over to the register and run up his drinks but she beat it down with the knowledge that her trusty dildo/vibrator combo would get a hefty work out tonight.  When she turned back to him, she paused instantly, eyebrows going up.
      
      He’d taken down his hood revealing a hairless, black skinned head and pointed ears.  What really got her attention though were the pair of emerald green eyes that gazed at her with tightly constricted slit pupils.  The sclera of those eyes was black, but that didn’t bother her at all.  The hunger she saw in those eyes though, that should have bothered her, but instead her libido gave a little whooping cheer and suddenly she was right back to aching and wetter than she’d been in a very long time.
      
      “Would you mind turning off the lights when you lock up, they’re hurting my eyes,” he tells her and she nods several times, her heart doing flips in her chest.  “Unless of course, you want me to leave,” he said, to which she shook her head several times a little too quickly, making him give a low male chuckle that sent shivers through her.
      
      Shakily, she stepped out from behind the bar and went to the door, locking it and turning out the lights just before she felt him behind her.  She turned and gave a little jump, seeing how close he’d gotten, his tail swaying back and forth slowly, a good foot of it caressing the floor as it did.  She almost regretted her decision before he hooked his fingers in the belt loops at her hips and pulled her forward, pressing her hips against his, a moan escaping her lips as she felt his hard cock press against her through their pants.
      
      Her hands went to his shoulders instinctively, feeling moist, velvety skin rather than cloth, telling her that he’d taken off his hoodie when she hadn’t been looking.  That was as far as her brain got before he kissed her.  Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned against his lips as he backed her up against the door, her arms going around his neck.  His hands rubbed her sides as their lips worked, but that only lasted a moment before he reached between them and cupped her right breast through her halter top, making her arch her back into his hand and moan with need.  His response was to grind his erection into her as he massaged her delightful breast, though he immediately released it and cupped her ass in his hands when she wrapped her legs around his hips.
      
      They ground their hips together in a frantic dry humping rut for several moments while their tongues intertwined and they got a good taste of each other.  He tasted like cinnamon and rum while she tasted almost like vanilla but not quite.  Soon though, she broke the kiss to cry out softly, her nails lightly digging into his skin which proved to be tougher than it appeared, while she climaxed and soaked the crotch of her pants.  He shuddered but from his ragged breathing and the look of desperate hunger in his eyes, it was clear he hadn’t cum and didn’t plan to just yet.
      
      Still shivering, she grinned at him, revealing those long canines of hers, “Horny baby?” she asked in a teasing tone.
      
      “I want to devour you,” he said in a voice that was like a low, velvety growl, making her shudder in his arms.
      
      “Oh gods!  Please do!” she moaned softly and he grinned right back at her before she dropped her legs, pulling her arms away.  She immediately untied her halter top with shaky hands, the thin cloth falling away from her full breasts, drawing his gaze to them and the little silver bar through her right nipple.  The instant his eyes laid on it, his hands pressed against her lower back and he ducked his head down, capturing that pierced nipple in his hot, wet mouth, sucking while his slick tongue worked against it.  She gave a soft cry and clutched at his head, arching her back as her eyes went wide.
      
      He didn’t leave her other breast unattended, his hand cupping the supple weight of it and massaging, her left nipple like a diamond against his palm while he sucked and lapped at her other.  It was only after he’d switched his mouth to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment for a moment before she groaned and pushed him away.  He blinked in surprise, the green light emitted from his eyes winking in and out briefly, then gave a soft sound of surprise when she grabbed him by the arms and spun the around, slamming him against the door this time.
      
      They stopped there for a heartbeat before he gave a soft chuckle- which instantly died on his lips when she dropped to her knees before him, leaving a look of pure lust on his face while he panted softly.  Her hands deftly unfastened his pants and tugged them down, wrapping around his cock for all of a half second before she jerked her hands back in surprise.  “Wha?” she asked, looking up at him, clearly surprised by the fact that his cock looked like it would be more at home attached to a dragon than a soft skinned salamander like himself.
      
      He just gave her the devil’s grin and said, “Remember what I said about breeding out the toxins? Well something had to take its place.”  She blinked then a slow grin spread across her lips before her electric blue eyes settled once more on his cock.  It was ridged and black and the more she stared, the more her mouth watered.  Soon she parted her lips and slowly dragged her tongue up along the underside of his shaft, making him hiss with pleasure.  She couldn’t take him in her mouth, both because of her canines and his ridges, but she gave him a tongue bath that worked him ever closer to his edge.
      
      It was when she captured the very tip of him between her lips and rasped her tongue against his slit that he lost it.  He cried out hoarsely, clutching at her short hair as he shot his thick seed into her mouth, his cock pulsing in her hands as she stroked him as best she could while not letting his tip escape her lips.  She swallowed it all and rasped her tongue against that little slit a few more times before moving her left hand to his hip and giving the underside of his shaft one last lick before dropping her mouth even further. 
      
      She stroked his cock with her right hand as she carefully took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently on the heavy orb.  From the way his cock didn’t even try to deflate in her hand, she knew he had more than just one round in him, a fact that had her shaking with the need to have him pound his hard cock into her eager pussy.  “Oh shit! Jupitahr,” he moaned, eliciting a shiver from her, “I want you. Now.”  That last bit was a growled command and she released that testicle from her mouth before scrambling away.
      
      She made it to the counter, digging her claws into the wood, before he caught up to her.  The fastening of her pants was ripped open and they were pulled down about her ankles the next instant.  She shuddered with anticipation and looked back at him over her shoulder as he grabbed her hips and ground his cock between her ass cheeks.  She clenched around his length instinctively, hot-dogging his cock until he pulled his hips back.  She whimpered, so lost in her need that she actually thought he was going to stop, but that whimper turned into a cry of bliss when he thrust into her.
      
      “Oh holy fuck!” she cried out, her back arching and her tail going straight up as the feeling of all those ridges on his cock caressing her insides like nothing she’d ever felt before.  He was so big and thick.  He stretched her in ways that she knew would probably hurt in the morning but oh dear gods.  Her nails dug even further into the wood when he gave her ass a slap, making her shudder and give a small hiss that instantly died when he pulled back and thrust in again, plunging in even further.
      
      Her head dropped then to smack her forehead against the counter as he fucked her, building up a pace.  His powerful tail wrapped around her right leg, as if to keep her from getting away despite both of them knowing that she had no intention of being anywhere but right there getting fucked by him.  Pretty soon his hips were slapping against her ass, loud clapping of flesh against flesh filling the air with fast, hard pace.
      
      Her world exploded the second the tip of his cock bumped against her cervix the first time, her whole body shaking as she climaxed, a wordless cry on her lips.  He didn’t even falter though, pounding her needy cunt all the way through her first climax and into her second then her third, until each release blended together and the world fell out of focus.  The hardest climax she had however was when he finally climaxed inside her, a grunt of victory escaping him as he slammed his hips one last time into hers, pushing her against the counter as his cock throbbed inside her.  He painted her insides white, filling her up until his seed overflowed and spilled down her inner thighs.
      
      But like some kind of sex god, he didn’t get soft.  He pulled out of her, sure, but only to take her pants off and flip her sexy ass up onto the counter.  When he stepped between her legs, she was just a little bit loopy, but totally eager for another round.  Her legs wrapped around his hips while her tail wrapped as much as it could around his waist.  “Fuck me again,” she purred and he gave that sexy male chuckle that made her smile and shiver.
      
      She gave her own cry of victory as he thrust into her again, once again filling and stretching her eager pussy with his hard length.  She dug her nails into his back and dipped her head back as he nibbled on her neck, his tongue working against the soft thin fur there.  He wasted no time taking them back to that fast, hard pace from before, panting against her neck while she cursed and praised, moaned and groaned, all words and sounds of a female being pleasured beyond anything she’d felt before, which stroked his male pride as well as her pussy stroked his cock.
      
      This time she didn’t experience those multiple orgasms like last time, but rather, one single, gigantic building inside herself, every one of his thrusts adding to the pressure, turning her body into a coil so tightly wound.  She started to shake from it, whimpering with helplessness, wanting this monstrously terrifying climax to happen already when he released her neck and whispered in her ear, “Cum for me.”
      
      The scream she gave as her body did just that seemed to shake the world, her body in fact shuddering hard, her nails finally breaking his skin a little as she raked them across his back.  It seemed that was all he’d needed to, for he gave a small cry just before thrusting one last time into her.  The last thing she felt was his seed splashing inside her before she fainted…
      
      Hours later she woke to the softest, warmest pillow beneath her head and body and something really hard and funky against her pussy.  She whimpered a little and ground against it, her thoroughly fucked pussy giving little licks of pleasure at the feel of that thing, then she finally planted her hands on what was certainly not a bed, lifting herself up.  When she opened her eyes, she was greeted to the sight of Victor grinning up at her with a sleepy, satisfied look in his emerald eyes.
      
      “Oh hey,” she said with a smile before noticing that they were laying on the floor of her bar, almost fully naked, and that it was starting to get light outside.  Oh and that funky thing against her pussy was actually his rock hard cock all ready to go for a round three, god damn blessed trooper.  “How long was I out?” she asked him, feeling a little shy now.
      
      “We,” he emphasized, “Were out for four hours, as from what I can tell by your phone.”  He gestures to her phone lying atop her discarded pants.  “Oh and I took the liberty of adding my number to your contacts… and taking a photo of us,” he told her, giving her a wink.  Both her eyebrows went up and she snatched up her phone, biting her lip as the action made her grind her pussy against his cock.  The photo she found was probably taken just before she’d woken up, cause in it she was passed out in a rather adorable fashion, drooling on his chest.  She blushed beneath her fur and a small part of her wanted to delete the embarrassing photo but a larger part of her didn’t want to forget the way they looked together.
      
      “You think I’ma call you later?” she asks, setting her phone back on her jeans.  A shiver running through her as his right hand slowly started to lightly stroke her left ass cheek.
      
      “I know you will,” he tells her with a totally founded belief, but she wasn’t about to let him know that.  Nu-uh.
      
      “Maybe I won’t,” she says, teasing and earning herself a slap on the ass, making her jump and drag her pussy against all those delicious ridges on his cock, making her shudder.  “O-okay!  Fine, I will,” she relented, grinning down at him before leaning down and kissing him, her hands resting on his shoulders as she took to grinding against his length some more…