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Short story for a friend, Mason and Ezri belong to him.", "writing": "Mason sipped his beer, eyes locked on the doe as she jumped and danced to the hardstyle pumping out of the speakers up on stage. He had seen her come in, alone, and had been watching her since. The rottweiler was on the prowl, and had spotted his prey. She was young, but this DJ tended to draw a mixed crowd, so she was certainly not the only one, and had mostly been dancing with a small group that looked her age. She was wearing a crop top t-shirt representing the DJ that would be headlining at the dingy venue, but Mason was most interested in her bottoms. The little doe had wide hips and a round, pert ass that was hanging out the bottom of her denim cut-offs, the material cut off so far that he could see the edges of the white fur covering her cheeks.\n\nAs he watched, the white underside of her tail flashing at him, twitching, drawing his eye, Mason brought the can to his snout and tipped it up. It was empty, as it had been the last three times he had done that. He wanted another but he didn't want to stop looking at the girl. The DJ crescendoed to the end of his set and the music stopped. The silence was quickly replaced by a scattered applause and cheers, hoots, and hollers. There were maybe fifty people in the dark basement, but more were filing in as it got closer to time for the headliner. It wasn't a large venue, but until there were maybe a hundred in the audience it felt pretty sparse. The doe jumped and clapped, pumping her fist a few times, then turned and headed for the line that had formed at the bar. Spotting his opening, Mason crushed the beer can and tossed it to his left, uncaring that he had missed the trash can, the empty aluminum container clattering to the concrete floor to join the three others (not his) already there.\n\nThough she had started closer to the bar than him, his much longer legs meant he easily caught up with her. He was easily a foot taller than her, maybe more, and much wider. Every day was every-muscle-day for Mason. His bulk also meant that once anyone noticed he was headed somewhere with purpose, they stepped out of the way or waited for him to pass. He wasn't snarling, wasn't looming or particularly trying to intimidate. He just did. Muscular rottweilers in work-worn jeans and tight tank-tops that showed off said muscles tended to do that.\n\nHe stood behind her, shuffling forward every dozen seconds or so as patrons got served and stepped away ahead. Mason sniffed. The room oozed a thousand unsavory scents. Stale beer, equally stale piss, sweat and grime. The sex pheromones of other concert-goers in heat, or just in the mood. He knew his own arousal wouldn't go unnoticed by the other olfactorily-advantaged species. The occasional funk of weed, the more punchy scent of harder drugs being barely-secretively consumed in the bathrooms or just a dark corner. But through it all he could smell the doe. She smelled fresh. Clean, sure, other than some sweat and the musk of her own lust, but there was an undefinable quality that defied any description other than fresh. Finally, Mason took the direct approach.\n\n``Your ass looks great in those shorts,'' he said, leaning down to speak into her ear. Not softly, not a whisper, he didn't really care if others heard, but still pitched for her.\n\nShe shivered as his warm breath riffled the sensitive fur in her ears. A million years of evolution told her that a hunter was about to pounce, that there was a carnivore that nearly had her in its grasp, and that she should run. Instead, she turned her head to the side and looked up at him with one large brown eye. There was fire behind it, something calculating as it rolled up and down his body, judging him, maybe even rating him. Mason had a moment of doubt about who was the predator and who the prey. Who had gotten caught in whose trap?\n\n``You want to do a lot more than just look at it?'' she asked.\n\nThe trap snapped shut; Mason was inextricably hooked. He nodded. God the things he wanted to do to that ass were well beyond ``just look at it.'' She backed up two steps, her body now just barely touching his, their height difference putting her ass below his crotch. Still looking back and up at him, she smiled. Despite being a prey-species with teeth meant for breaking down the cellulose of plant matter rather than fangs for tearing meat, her grin was undeniably predatory.\n\n``Buy me a drink. You can slip your paw in my back pocket if you want.''\n\nIt wasn't a request for a drink, not even a command. It was a statement with the full confidence that he would. Without hesitating, Mason did step up and to her right so he could put his left arm around her, slipping his hand into her back pocket as she had suggested. A quiet moan escaped his muzzle, almost a whine, as he squeezed, feeling the soft fat over toned glutes, her ass a delicious combination of squishy and firm. He was positive she wasn't old enough to drink, but he didn't care. Convincing an adult to buy drinks was practically a rite of passage in these scenes; he'd done it when he was what he assumed was her age.\n\n``What're ya drinkin'?'' Mason asked, and she just shrugged.\n\n``Whatever you are.''\n\nIt was his turn to shrug, and then the last patron between them and the bar walked off with a pair of plastic cups half full of a brown liquor.\n\n``Two lagers,'' he told the bartender.\n\nThe bartender eyed the muscular dog, the diminutive deer, then back to the canine. Apparently he didn't get paid enough to care, and Mason suspected the bartender was more concerned whether or not he was a cop than that the girl couldn't legally drink.\n\n``Twenty,'' the ibex said before turning around to pull a pair of cans out of a fridge, set them on the bar, and pop the tops.\n\nWith his free hand, Mason grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket and plopped it on the bar as well. With only a little difficulty, he pulled a twenty and a ten out of the wad of cash tucked in the leather folds, then closed it and put it back in his pocket. The bartender took the cash, Mason took one can and handed it to his new companion, grabbed the other for himself, and then the two turned and he directed them towards the back wall where he had been standing before. Techies were still rearranging gear and cables on stage, so they had a bit yet before the next DJ came on. They made it to his spot and Mason took a swig from his can, the doe trying to imitate and just barely succeeding, the foamy liquid forcing up a halting belch. She reflexively put a hand over her snout but Mason just laughed and squeezed her ass again, hand still in her back pocket.\n\n``So what's your name, big guy?'' she asked as she looked up at him, having to shout over the shitty radio rock the venue was playing between sets.\n\n``Mason. You?''\n\n``Ooh, `Mason,' I like it. Sounds strong, sexy. I'm Ezri.''\n\n``Cute,'' he said, using his arm to pull her around in front of him.\n\nShe didn't resist, small hooves clicking against the concrete floor until her small breasts were pressed against his stomach. His cock was hard at this point, not fully out of his sheath but halfway there, angled down the left leg of his jeans. Mason knew she could feel it against her stomach, not that he was trying to keep her from knowing he was hard, especially when she pressed herself against him and looked up, biting her lower lip.\n\n``Mm, big boy indeed,'' she said, barely audible over the music.\n\nHe grinned down at her and took another drink.\n\n``So, you been to many Tek Fury shows?'' Mason asked, nodding towards her chest, with the logo of the night's headliner on it. ``Don't think I've seen you around 'em.''\n\n``This is just my second but he's soooo good,'' she said, her enthusiasm earnest. ``The opener was pretty good but Tek is way better.''\n\nMason just nodded, hand absently kneading her butt cheek.\n\n``You're gonna get up in the pit and dance with me, right?'' she asked.\n\n``Whatever you want babygirl,'' the rottweiler grinned, flashing his fangs.\n\n``Mm, that's what I like to hear.''\n\nThey stood like that for a few more minutes, enjoying the heat of each others' bodies, the softness here, the firmness there. Ezri idly trailed a finger up Mason's arm, tracing his muscles. He downed the rest of his beer, crushing the can and this time looking as he tossed it to drop into the trash can. The doe took a deep breath and chugged the rest of hers, another bubbly burp causing her to sputter and almost choke, but she got it all down.\n\n``Don't hurt yourself, kid,'' Mason chuckled.\n\n``Oh don't you worry about me, big boy. But get me another?''\n\n``Looks like they're about set up. Meet ya up there,'' he said, nodding, as he reluctantly pulled his hand out of her pocket, his palm already missing the warmth, the softness of the young doe's ass underneath it.\n\nAs he turned she trotted over to the trash to drop her empty can into it. Though there was a line at the bar, Mason knew how things worked. Walking up to the side he waited until the bartender looked over at him, ready to angrily dismiss him, and then placed two twenties on the bar and held up two fingers. The bartender turned away from the customer he was about to serve to grab two more cans out of the fridge. Not bothering to open them, he just tossed them to Mason who easily caught each one in a big hand. The rottie turned and walked off, leaving the sizable tip, and pushing his way through the much larger crowd that had formed in front of the stage.\n\nShoving aside an elk that was starting to inch closer to Ezri, he reached over her head and lowered the beer into her hands. Just as she got it open, the music cut and the lights dropped except for some strobes on stage. Every hand went up as the crowd cheered. Mason was careful not to spill any of his beer on her, but he felt some splash on his arms, his chest. Wasn't the first time he'd had beer spilled on him, wouldn't be the last. He didn't care.\n\nThe buzz of a sawtooth wave cut through the room, kickdrum picking up underneath as the DJ walked up to his rig from the shadows off-stage and immediately dove into his mix. The crowd started bouncing, moving, dancing. Ezri was grinding her ass against him, mostly on his leg. She was too short to really rub it on his crotch, but he didn't mind. It was quite a sight, and his cock was now stiff down his leg, so she pushed herself against that, working her hips, the unlikely pair enjoying the press of each other as the bass washed over them.\n\n-\n\nA little over halfway through the set, and another beer later, and Ezri turned around to face him, crooking her finger to get him to lean down.\n\n``Come with me to the bathroom,'' she said.\n\nAgain it wasn't a request or a command. They both knew he wouldn't say no. Mason was a little surprised, expecting that he would take her home or at the very least park somewhere and fuck around in his car. He hadn't figured he would get his dick wet there at the show, but he certainly wasn't about to turn the opportunity down. He certainly hadn't expected this doe to be down for a thoroughly un-glamorous fuck in the always dirty bathrooms of the basement venue, but considering how forward she had been from the beginning he wasn't all that surprised.\n\nAs requested, he followed her through the crowd to the bathrooms, enjoying being a couple paces behind her so he could watch her ass, once more entranced by the bit of white-furred butt cheek that was hanging out of her cutoffs. She hesitated only for a moment as they approached the pair of doors before pushing open the door with a ? painted white on it. He quickly followed her in, not wanting her to be alone for even a second.\n\nThough the two guys passing a joint back and forth between them at the sinks did look up at her with a leer when she walked in, once they caught sight of the bulky dog right behind her, they simply gave him knowing smiles and went right back to what they were doing. There was another guy at the urinal, but of course he didn't exactly turn around to see who had come in. Ezri headed straight for the first stall and pushed it open. Mason followed her in, locking the stall door behind him. She unbuttoned and unzipped her denim cutoffs, pushing them down to her knees. The white fur of her inner thighs thinned towards her crotch. He saw a flash of her pink slit before the doe sat down on the toilet. ``No panties,'' he noticed.\n\n``C'mere big boy, let's get that monster out,'' she said.\n\nMason was vaguely aware of a loud splashing from the bowl beneath her, but he was focused on her small hands on his crotch. She squeezed his rod, rubbing the thick, meaty tube through his jeans. His eyes were on her face, but hers were locked on his crotch. Literal doe-eyes as she squeezed him, licking her lips. He hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, content to let her play at her pace. It wasn't long before she followed through and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down and reached into his boxers to pull his cock up and out, tugging the waistband of his underwear down.\n\n``Holy shit. It's bigger than I thought,'' she said in genuine awe.\n\n``Sure you can handle it babygirl?''\n\nRather than answer she just opened her mouth and engulfed the pointed tip of his thick canine rod. They both moaned, though Ezri's was muffled. She pushed her head forward, swirling her tongue around, getting it a little deeper, a little deeper. Finally the bulb of his knot bumped her muzzle and she couldn't get any more in. For a flash he wanted to grab her ears and shove himself in, but he restrained himself. She was already struggling to breathe around his cock as it was, and he felt her throat spasm, obviously on the edge of failing to suppress a gag reflex.\n\nFinally she pulled back and off, a last spasm forcing her to cough with spittle spraying out around his cock. Ezri gasped and wiped her snout off on the back of her arm, taking a moment to catch her breath. They locked eyes but Mason just stood there, waiting for her to decide what she wanted next. As much as he wanted in the first thing that drew his eye, he'd be satisfied however this horny little doe got him off. And if her actions weren't enough, her scent told him she absolutely was as horny as he was. He could detect her arousal wafting up from between her legs, his dog's sensitive nose easily picking out the scent amongst the cacophony of odors.\n\n``You're not gonna cum soon are you? I wanna suck this thing some more.''\n\n``Go for it babygirl, don't worry about me.''\n\nHe put his hands up behind his head, lacing his fingers together as he closed his eyes and relaxed. She went back down on him, only taking about half of his length this time. Mason opened his mouth, starting to pant. Ezri was slurping, sucking, pulling back and kissing his tip, running her tongue along the underside, flicking his dick slit. She hefted his balls, stroking his fuzzy sack and then opening her muzzle wide to take him in again.\n\n``This the biggest you've sucked?'' he asked.\n\n``Mmfmhmff'' was her only response to his crass question, but he took it as an affirmative.\n\n``You're a pro, girl,'' Mason mumbled.\n\nAfter maybe another minute she pulled off again, panting to catch her breath again. She didn't take her hands off of him, though, slowly stroking his now-spit-coated cock, the red rod's veins throbbing. Mason opened his eyes and looked down. His dick twitched. The young doe's little hands holding his big member was a huge turn-on.\n\n``My turn. I need you to stuff me,'' she said, looking up at him with a burning lust in her eyes.\n\n``I don't got a condom,'' he informed her as she stood up off the toilet.\n\n'' 'm on the pill,'' Ezri assured him, turning around and bending over, putting her hands on the wall behind the toilet.\n\n``Jesus christ,'' he muttered, looking down at her little body, her feminine frame slender until her hips.\n\nHer tail was up, its white underside a target, an invitation. He was hunter once more, and he honed in on his kill. He was ready to eat.\n\nMason squatted down, cock pressing uncomfortably against his jeans which were still up around his thighs, but he put it out of his mind. Grabbing Ezri's waist, his hands easily gripping her hips, he dug his thumbs into her buttcheeks and pulled them open, spreading both of her holes. They looked soft, wet, inviting. The rottie dove in, burying himself in her backside. His snout pushed between her cheeks, nose pressed against the crinkled skin of her tailhole, and he began to lap at her pussy.\n\n``Ooh, there's a good boy,'' Ezri moaned, barely audible over the thudding music reverberating into the bathroom. ``Fuck yes Mason, eat that little deer cunt.''\n\nHe drove his tongue into her snatch, the warm hole tight, but spreading easily to welcome him inside. At first he caught just the barest, acrid bitterness of whatever remnants of her urine had clung to her pink lips, but after a few licks it had faded and all he could taste was the sweet muskiness of her arousal, her body's lubricant. He could feel her little body shaking as he licked up and down her slit, dipping his tongue inside, flicking the hard nub of her clit. She was moaning, squeaking, squealing, a delicious combination of sounds of pleasure.\n\n``Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. That's it Mason, yes, YES!''\n\nHe had placed his lips around her clit and sucked, pulling her back hard against his face. With another shouted expletive she did exactly that, cumming on his snout. She even squirted a little, the mostly flavorless liquid shooting directly into his mouth in a trio of short bursts. The rottweiler pulled his snout back and took a second to catch his breath, and to allow Ezri to come down from her peak. Just a little.\n\nHe shifted his target upwards. Sliding his hands back he grabbed her ass, relishing the soft fur, the give under his fingers, the curves of her cheeks. Mason pulled them open even more and attacked her tailhole with his tongue, rimming her then pushing it as deep inside as she could.\n\n``Oh you're a filthy puppy,'' Ezri crooned at him, but made no move to stop him.\n\nHe made out with her ass, kissing it, tongue-fucking it, teasing it. Mason was making obscene slurping noises as he licked her backdoor. Ezri could have let him eat her out all night, let him worship both of her holes with his tongue, but she needed that fat rocket sticking out of his crotch to be sticking into hers.\n\n``Fuck me, Mason,'' she begged him, ``knot my little pussy.''\n\nThe horny canine didn't need to be told twice. Standing up he grabbed himself at his base, then bent his knees so he could line his cock up with the waiting, wet entrance of the much shorter deer in front of him. He shuffled forward, pressing the tip just inside. She was so warm.\n\n``You sure you're ready for this babygirl?''\n\n``Fuck yeah I am, now fuck me like you mean it, big guy.''\n\nHe was still worried about hurting her, so rather than slam it home like he wanted he eased his way inside. Ezri's face was a fluttering mix of pleasure and pain, but his eyes were on the red rod slowly sinking into her tight little pink tunnel. He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked a bitch that tight. Farther in, farther, then his knot bumped the ring of her opening. His eyes went wide as he had a thought and he pulled out to the tip, still slowly but much quicker than he'd gone in. Mason was relieved to see there was no blood on him; he'd worried for a moment that she might have been a virgin as tight as she was.\n\nNow that he had been almost fully inside her, as deep as he had dared go anyway, he did as she asked and fucked her like he meant it. Holding onto her hips he thrust into her in earnest, pounding the young doe's tight pussy. Mason usually had decent stamina but he knew this time he wasn't going to last all that long.\n\n``God - yes - fuck - fucking - yes - AH - fuck me - baby - knot me - FUCK''\n\nHer exclamations were coming in short, high-pitched bursts between thrusts. Mason just grunted each time his hips smacked her young, taut ass. She squeaked as his balls swung forward and slapped her clit. It didn't occur to either of them to be quiet; as loud as the music still was in the bathroom, they were far louder. It didn't matter, a good fuck was bound to be one of the least illicit things to go on in the bathrooms that night alone.\n\n``Ooh yes, FUCK - yes you - filthy - PUP!'' she shouted at him when she felt her backdoor get violated once more, a thick thumb pressing into the sensitive hole beneath her white-furred tail.\n\nMason felt both of her holes clenching around him, around his cock and his thumb. That was going to do it. Her inner muscles rippled her walls along his length, drawing him out. His balls were tightening, pulling up towards his body, and his knot was swelling.\n\n``Gonna knot your cunt, you little slut,'' he growled.\n\n``Fuckin' do it,'' she rasped back.\n\nWith an uncontrollable howl he rammed himself forward, forcing his knot past the tension of her tight ring to pour his seed inside the little doe. His mind blanked as his cum shot out into her, his already thick cock pulsing, swelling with each blast of seed he pumped into her. Ezri bit her lip to cut off a scream when his knot stretched her open, her own eyes rolling back in her head. Her knees shook, just about the only thing keeping her upright was the stiff rod buried in her. The two stayed locked like that for a solid minute, Mason's huge load sealed inside by the wide knot tying them together.\n\n``Gonna hurt pulling out,'' he told her by way of warning.\n\nEzri just nodded, and they both let out a shouted ``fuck!'' as his sensitive knot poppped out past the used and abused ring of the young deer's pussy. Cum dripped from his tip and ran down the inside of her thigh, matting the fur before dropping onto the bathroom floor in a series of quiet splats.\n\n``Holy- holy shit that was good,'' Ezri said, breathing hard, eyes scrunched shut against the lingering pain in her pussy, but a smile on her face.\n\n``Tightest piece of tail I've had in a long time babygirl. Thanks for that,'' Mason said as he grabbed some toilet paper off the roll and wiped himself off at least enough to tuck his still-hard rod back into his jeans without making a wet spot.\n\nHe tossed the wadded up paper around her into the toilet, then grabbed Ezri by the shoulders and helped her straighten up. Her knees were wobbly and she leaned against him with one arm, the other slowly getting her shorts back up and buttoned. She hadn't bothered to wipe the quickly-drying cum trail down her inner thigh.\n\n``You good?'' he asked.\n\nShe looked up at him, a devilish look in her eyes.\n\n``So good,'' she assured him, biting her lip.\n\nWith a smirk he turned and unlocked the door to the stall, stepping back out into the bathroom. He waited for her, then returned his arm to how it was when this all started, resting against her lower back except now he slipped his hand under her waistband to cup her downy-furred cheek directly, idly squeezing and kneading her ass. He held her closer than he had before, mostly to help keep her upright. She was walking a little bowlegged, the click of her hooves a little uneven.\n\n``Think we can just hang out at the back?'' she asked with a lopsided smile.\n\n``Sure thing babygirl. 'nother beer?''\n\nEzri hesitated, then shook her head. Once she was posted up he went back to the bar and got one more can, not having to throw any extra cash for quick service. They'd had last call and folks were winding down before the end of the show. Or winding up, hitting some harder things so they could take the party elsewhere. Mason returned to his cervine companion, the two just standing quietly, leaning against the back wall to watch the DJ finish his set.\n\nOnce the show was over, they headed towards the door together, but Ezri stopped before they made it out.\n\n``I'm gonna be at the KonTrakt show next month, am I gonna see you there?'' she asked, looking up at him hopefully.\n\nMason didn't know that one, but he decided he clearly had to buy a ticket if it meant another shot at that doe's backside.\n\n``I'll be there,'' he nodded.\n\nShe stretched up on her hooves, craning her neck up in obvious request. He obliged, leaning down and the two kissed briefly.\n\n``Mm, thanks for the drinks. And everything else, big man.''\n\nHe just smiled and squeezed her ass one last time before following her out into the night.\n\n``Let me walk you to your car?'' he asked, but she shook her head.\n\nEzri took off towards a dark blue sedan with its windows rolled down, idling a half-block down the sidewalk. He turned to make his way to his own car.\n\n``Here daddy, hi! Thanks for picking me up!'' he heard her say behind him.\n\n``Daddy?'' Fuck, how young was she?``\n\n PAGE 9 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Mason sipped his beer, eyes locked on the doe as she jumped and danced to the hardstyle pumping out of the speakers up on stage. He had seen her come in, alone, and had been watching her since. The rottweiler was on the prowl, and had spotted his prey. She was young, but this DJ tended to draw a mixed crowd, so she was certainly not the only one, and had mostly been dancing with a small group that looked her age. She was wearing a crop top t-shirt representing the DJ that would be headlining at the dingy venue, but Mason was most interested in her bottoms. The little doe had wide hips and a round, pert ass that was hanging out the bottom of her denim cut-offs, the material cut off so far that he could see the edges of the white fur covering her cheeks.

As he watched, the white underside of her tail flashing at him, twitching, drawing his eye, Mason brought the can to his snout and tipped it up. It was empty, as it had been the last three times he had done that. He wanted another but he didn't want to stop looking at the girl. The DJ crescendoed to the end of his set and the music stopped. The silence was quickly replaced by a scattered applause and cheers, hoots, and hollers. There were maybe fifty people in the dark basement, but more were filing in as it got closer to time for the headliner. It wasn't a large venue, but until there were maybe a hundred in the audience it felt pretty sparse. The doe jumped and clapped, pumping her fist a few times, then turned and headed for the line that had formed at the bar. Spotting his opening, Mason crushed the beer can and tossed it to his left, uncaring that he had missed the trash can, the empty aluminum container clattering to the concrete floor to join the three others (not his) already there.

Though she had started closer to the bar than him, his much longer legs meant he easily caught up with her. He was easily a foot taller than her, maybe more, and much wider. Every day was every-muscle-day for Mason. His bulk also meant that once anyone noticed he was headed somewhere with purpose, they stepped out of the way or waited for him to pass. He wasn't snarling, wasn't looming or particularly trying to intimidate. He just did. Muscular rottweilers in work-worn jeans and tight tank-tops that showed off said muscles tended to do that.

He stood behind her, shuffling forward every dozen seconds or so as patrons got served and stepped away ahead. Mason sniffed. The room oozed a thousand unsavory scents. Stale beer, equally stale piss, sweat and grime. The sex pheromones of other concert-goers in heat, or just in the mood. He knew his own arousal wouldn't go unnoticed by the other olfactorily-advantaged species. The occasional funk of weed, the more punchy scent of harder drugs being barely-secretively consumed in the bathrooms or just a dark corner. But through it all he could smell the doe. She smelled fresh. Clean, sure, other than some sweat and the musk of her own lust, but there was an undefinable quality that defied any description other than fresh. Finally, Mason took the direct approach.

``Your ass looks great in those shorts,'' he said, leaning down to speak into her ear. Not softly, not a whisper, he didn't really care if others heard, but still pitched for her.

She shivered as his warm breath riffled the sensitive fur in her ears. A million years of evolution told her that a hunter was about to pounce, that there was a carnivore that nearly had her in its grasp, and that she should run. Instead, she turned her head to the side and looked up at him with one large brown eye. There was fire behind it, something calculating as it rolled up and down his body, judging him, maybe even rating him. Mason had a moment of doubt about who was the predator and who the prey. Who had gotten caught in whose trap?

``You want to do a lot more than just look at it?'' she asked.

The trap snapped shut; Mason was inextricably hooked. He nodded. God the things he wanted to do to that ass were well beyond ``just look at it.'' She backed up two steps, her body now just barely touching his, their height difference putting her ass below his crotch. Still looking back and up at him, she smiled. Despite being a prey-species with teeth meant for breaking down the cellulose of plant matter rather than fangs for tearing meat, her grin was undeniably predatory.

``Buy me a drink. You can slip your paw in my back pocket if you want.''

It wasn't a request for a drink, not even a command. It was a statement with the full confidence that he would. Without hesitating, Mason did step up and to her right so he could put his left arm around her, slipping his hand into her back pocket as she had suggested. A quiet moan escaped his muzzle, almost a whine, as he squeezed, feeling the soft fat over toned glutes, her ass a delicious combination of squishy and firm. He was positive she wasn't old enough to drink, but he didn't care. Convincing an adult to buy drinks was practically a rite of passage in these scenes; he'd done it when he was what he assumed was her age.

``What're ya drinkin'?'' Mason asked, and she just shrugged.

``Whatever you are.''

It was his turn to shrug, and then the last patron between them and the bar walked off with a pair of plastic cups half full of a brown liquor.

``Two lagers,'' he told the bartender.

The bartender eyed the muscular dog, the diminutive deer, then back to the canine. Apparently he didn't get paid enough to care, and Mason suspected the bartender was more concerned whether or not he was a cop than that the girl couldn't legally drink.

``Twenty,'' the ibex said before turning around to pull a pair of cans out of a fridge, set them on the bar, and pop the tops.

With his free hand, Mason grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket and plopped it on the bar as well. With only a little difficulty, he pulled a twenty and a ten out of the wad of cash tucked in the leather folds, then closed it and put it back in his pocket. The bartender took the cash, Mason took one can and handed it to his new companion, grabbed the other for himself, and then the two turned and he directed them towards the back wall where he had been standing before. Techies were still rearranging gear and cables on stage, so they had a bit yet before the next DJ came on. They made it to his spot and Mason took a swig from his can, the doe trying to imitate and just barely succeeding, the foamy liquid forcing up a halting belch. She reflexively put a hand over her snout but Mason just laughed and squeezed her ass again, hand still in her back pocket.

``So what's your name, big guy?'' she asked as she looked up at him, having to shout over the shitty radio rock the venue was playing between sets.

``Mason. You?''

``Ooh, `Mason,' I like it. Sounds strong, sexy. I'm Ezri.''

``Cute,'' he said, using his arm to pull her around in front of him.

She didn't resist, small hooves clicking against the concrete floor until her small breasts were pressed against his stomach. His cock was hard at this point, not fully out of his sheath but halfway there, angled down the left leg of his jeans. Mason knew she could feel it against her stomach, not that he was trying to keep her from knowing he was hard, especially when she pressed herself against him and looked up, biting her lower lip.

``Mm, big boy indeed,'' she said, barely audible over the music.

He grinned down at her and took another drink.

``So, you been to many Tek Fury shows?'' Mason asked, nodding towards her chest, with the logo of the night's headliner on it. ``Don't think I've seen you around 'em.''

``This is just my second but he's soooo good,'' she said, her enthusiasm earnest. ``The opener was pretty good but Tek is way better.''

Mason just nodded, hand absently kneading her butt cheek.

``You're gonna get up in the pit and dance with me, right?'' she asked.

``Whatever you want babygirl,'' the rottweiler grinned, flashing his fangs.

``Mm, that's what I like to hear.''

They stood like that for a few more minutes, enjoying the heat of each others' bodies, the softness here, the firmness there. Ezri idly trailed a finger up Mason's arm, tracing his muscles. He downed the rest of his beer, crushing the can and this time looking as he tossed it to drop into the trash can. The doe took a deep breath and chugged the rest of hers, another bubbly burp causing her to sputter and almost choke, but she got it all down.

``Don't hurt yourself, kid,'' Mason chuckled.

``Oh don't you worry about me, big boy. But get me another?''

``Looks like they're about set up. Meet ya up there,'' he said, nodding, as he reluctantly pulled his hand out of her pocket, his palm already missing the warmth, the softness of the young doe's ass underneath it.

As he turned she trotted over to the trash to drop her empty can into it. Though there was a line at the bar, Mason knew how things worked. Walking up to the side he waited until the bartender looked over at him, ready to angrily dismiss him, and then placed two twenties on the bar and held up two fingers. The bartender turned away from the customer he was about to serve to grab two more cans out of the fridge. Not bothering to open them, he just tossed them to Mason who easily caught each one in a big hand. The rottie turned and walked off, leaving the sizable tip, and pushing his way through the much larger crowd that had formed in front of the stage.

Shoving aside an elk that was starting to inch closer to Ezri, he reached over her head and lowered the beer into her hands. Just as she got it open, the music cut and the lights dropped except for some strobes on stage. Every hand went up as the crowd cheered. Mason was careful not to spill any of his beer on her, but he felt some splash on his arms, his chest. Wasn't the first time he'd had beer spilled on him, wouldn't be the last. He didn't care.

The buzz of a sawtooth wave cut through the room, kickdrum picking up underneath as the DJ walked up to his rig from the shadows off-stage and immediately dove into his mix. The crowd started bouncing, moving, dancing. Ezri was grinding her ass against him, mostly on his leg. She was too short to really rub it on his crotch, but he didn't mind. It was quite a sight, and his cock was now stiff down his leg, so she pushed herself against that, working her hips, the unlikely pair enjoying the press of each other as the bass washed over them.

-

A little over halfway through the set, and another beer later, and Ezri turned around to face him, crooking her finger to get him to lean down.

``Come with me to the bathroom,'' she said.

Again it wasn't a request or a command. They both knew he wouldn't say no. Mason was a little surprised, expecting that he would take her home or at the very least park somewhere and fuck around in his car. He hadn't figured he would get his dick wet there at the show, but he certainly wasn't about to turn the opportunity down. He certainly hadn't expected this doe to be down for a thoroughly un-glamorous fuck in the always dirty bathrooms of the basement venue, but considering how forward she had been from the beginning he wasn't all that surprised.

As requested, he followed her through the crowd to the bathrooms, enjoying being a couple paces behind her so he could watch her ass, once more entranced by the bit of white-furred butt cheek that was hanging out of her cutoffs. She hesitated only for a moment as they approached the pair of doors before pushing open the door with a ? painted white on it. He quickly followed her in, not wanting her to be alone for even a second.

Though the two guys passing a joint back and forth between them at the sinks did look up at her with a leer when she walked in, once they caught sight of the bulky dog right behind her, they simply gave him knowing smiles and went right back to what they were doing. There was another guy at the urinal, but of course he didn't exactly turn around to see who had come in. Ezri headed straight for the first stall and pushed it open. Mason followed her in, locking the stall door behind him. She unbuttoned and unzipped her denim cutoffs, pushing them down to her knees. The white fur of her inner thighs thinned towards her crotch. He saw a flash of her pink slit before the doe sat down on the toilet. ``No panties,'' he noticed.

``C'mere big boy, let's get that monster out,'' she said.

Mason was vaguely aware of a loud splashing from the bowl beneath her, but he was focused on her small hands on his crotch. She squeezed his rod, rubbing the thick, meaty tube through his jeans. His eyes were on her face, but hers were locked on his crotch. Literal doe-eyes as she squeezed him, licking her lips. He hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, content to let her play at her pace. It wasn't long before she followed through and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down and reached into his boxers to pull his cock up and out, tugging the waistband of his underwear down.

``Holy shit. It's bigger than I thought,'' she said in genuine awe.

``Sure you can handle it babygirl?''

Rather than answer she just opened her mouth and engulfed the pointed tip of his thick canine rod. They both moaned, though Ezri's was muffled. She pushed her head forward, swirling her tongue around, getting it a little deeper, a little deeper. Finally the bulb of his knot bumped her muzzle and she couldn't get any more in. For a flash he wanted to grab her ears and shove himself in, but he restrained himself. She was already struggling to breathe around his cock as it was, and he felt her throat spasm, obviously on the edge of failing to suppress a gag reflex.

Finally she pulled back and off, a last spasm forcing her to cough with spittle spraying out around his cock. Ezri gasped and wiped her snout off on the back of her arm, taking a moment to catch her breath. They locked eyes but Mason just stood there, waiting for her to decide what she wanted next. As much as he wanted in the first thing that drew his eye, he'd be satisfied however this horny little doe got him off. And if her actions weren't enough, her scent told him she absolutely was as horny as he was. He could detect her arousal wafting up from between her legs, his dog's sensitive nose easily picking out the scent amongst the cacophony of odors.

``You're not gonna cum soon are you? I wanna suck this thing some more.''

``Go for it babygirl, don't worry about me.''

He put his hands up behind his head, lacing his fingers together as he closed his eyes and relaxed. She went back down on him, only taking about half of his length this time. Mason opened his mouth, starting to pant. Ezri was slurping, sucking, pulling back and kissing his tip, running her tongue along the underside, flicking his dick slit. She hefted his balls, stroking his fuzzy sack and then opening her muzzle wide to take him in again.

``This the biggest you've sucked?'' he asked.

``Mmfmhmff'' was her only response to his crass question, but he took it as an affirmative.

``You're a pro, girl,'' Mason mumbled.

After maybe another minute she pulled off again, panting to catch her breath again. She didn't take her hands off of him, though, slowly stroking his now-spit-coated cock, the red rod's veins throbbing. Mason opened his eyes and looked down. His dick twitched. The young doe's little hands holding his big member was a huge turn-on.

``My turn. I need you to stuff me,'' she said, looking up at him with a burning lust in her eyes.

``I don't got a condom,'' he informed her as she stood up off the toilet.

'' 'm on the pill,'' Ezri assured him, turning around and bending over, putting her hands on the wall behind the toilet.

``Jesus christ,'' he muttered, looking down at her little body, her feminine frame slender until her hips.

Her tail was up, its white underside a target, an invitation. He was hunter once more, and he honed in on his kill. He was ready to eat.

Mason squatted down, cock pressing uncomfortably against his jeans which were still up around his thighs, but he put it out of his mind. Grabbing Ezri's waist, his hands easily gripping her hips, he dug his thumbs into her buttcheeks and pulled them open, spreading both of her holes. They looked soft, wet, inviting. The rottie dove in, burying himself in her backside. His snout pushed between her cheeks, nose pressed against the crinkled skin of her tailhole, and he began to lap at her pussy.

``Ooh, there's a good boy,'' Ezri moaned, barely audible over the thudding music reverberating into the bathroom. ``Fuck yes Mason, eat that little deer cunt.''

He drove his tongue into her snatch, the warm hole tight, but spreading easily to welcome him inside. At first he caught just the barest, acrid bitterness of whatever remnants of her urine had clung to her pink lips, but after a few licks it had faded and all he could taste was the sweet muskiness of her arousal, her body's lubricant. He could feel her little body shaking as he licked up and down her slit, dipping his tongue inside, flicking the hard nub of her clit. She was moaning, squeaking, squealing, a delicious combination of sounds of pleasure.

``Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. That's it Mason, yes, YES!''

He had placed his lips around her clit and sucked, pulling her back hard against his face. With another shouted expletive she did exactly that, cumming on his snout. She even squirted a little, the mostly flavorless liquid shooting directly into his mouth in a trio of short bursts. The rottweiler pulled his snout back and took a second to catch his breath, and to allow Ezri to come down from her peak. Just a little.

He shifted his target upwards. Sliding his hands back he grabbed her ass, relishing the soft fur, the give under his fingers, the curves of her cheeks. Mason pulled them open even more and attacked her tailhole with his tongue, rimming her then pushing it as deep inside as she could.

``Oh you're a filthy puppy,'' Ezri crooned at him, but made no move to stop him.

He made out with her ass, kissing it, tongue-fucking it, teasing it. Mason was making obscene slurping noises as he licked her backdoor. Ezri could have let him eat her out all night, let him worship both of her holes with his tongue, but she needed that fat rocket sticking out of his crotch to be sticking into hers.

``Fuck me, Mason,'' she begged him, ``knot my little pussy.''

The horny canine didn't need to be told twice. Standing up he grabbed himself at his base, then bent his knees so he could line his cock up with the waiting, wet entrance of the much shorter deer in front of him. He shuffled forward, pressing the tip just inside. She was so warm.

``You sure you're ready for this babygirl?''

``Fuck yeah I am, now fuck me like you mean it, big guy.''

He was still worried about hurting her, so rather than slam it home like he wanted he eased his way inside. Ezri's face was a fluttering mix of pleasure and pain, but his eyes were on the red rod slowly sinking into her tight little pink tunnel. He couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked a bitch that tight. Farther in, farther, then his knot bumped the ring of her opening. His eyes went wide as he had a thought and he pulled out to the tip, still slowly but much quicker than he'd gone in. Mason was relieved to see there was no blood on him; he'd worried for a moment that she might have been a virgin as tight as she was.

Now that he had been almost fully inside her, as deep as he had dared go anyway, he did as she asked and fucked her like he meant it. Holding onto her hips he thrust into her in earnest, pounding the young doe's tight pussy. Mason usually had decent stamina but he knew this time he wasn't going to last all that long.

``God - yes - fuck - fucking - yes - AH - fuck me - baby - knot me - FUCK''

Her exclamations were coming in short, high-pitched bursts between thrusts. Mason just grunted each time his hips smacked her young, taut ass. She squeaked as his balls swung forward and slapped her clit. It didn't occur to either of them to be quiet; as loud as the music still was in the bathroom, they were far louder. It didn't matter, a good fuck was bound to be one of the least illicit things to go on in the bathrooms that night alone.

``Ooh yes, FUCK - yes you - filthy - PUP!'' she shouted at him when she felt her backdoor get violated once more, a thick thumb pressing into the sensitive hole beneath her white-furred tail.

Mason felt both of her holes clenching around him, around his cock and his thumb. That was going to do it. Her inner muscles rippled her walls along his length, drawing him out. His balls were tightening, pulling up towards his body, and his knot was swelling.

``Gonna knot your cunt, you little slut,'' he growled.

``Fuckin' do it,'' she rasped back.

With an uncontrollable howl he rammed himself forward, forcing his knot past the tension of her tight ring to pour his seed inside the little doe. His mind blanked as his cum shot out into her, his already thick cock pulsing, swelling with each blast of seed he pumped into her. Ezri bit her lip to cut off a scream when his knot stretched her open, her own eyes rolling back in her head. Her knees shook, just about the only thing keeping her upright was the stiff rod buried in her. The two stayed locked like that for a solid minute, Mason's huge load sealed inside by the wide knot tying them together.

``Gonna hurt pulling out,'' he told her by way of warning.

Ezri just nodded, and they both let out a shouted ``fuck!'' as his sensitive knot poppped out past the used and abused ring of the young deer's pussy. Cum dripped from his tip and ran down the inside of her thigh, matting the fur before dropping onto the bathroom floor in a series of quiet splats.

``Holy- holy shit that was good,'' Ezri said, breathing hard, eyes scrunched shut against the lingering pain in her pussy, but a smile on her face.

``Tightest piece of tail I've had in a long time babygirl. Thanks for that,'' Mason said as he grabbed some toilet paper off the roll and wiped himself off at least enough to tuck his still-hard rod back into his jeans without making a wet spot.

He tossed the wadded up paper around her into the toilet, then grabbed Ezri by the shoulders and helped her straighten up. Her knees were wobbly and she leaned against him with one arm, the other slowly getting her shorts back up and buttoned. She hadn't bothered to wipe the quickly-drying cum trail down her inner thigh.

``You good?'' he asked.

She looked up at him, a devilish look in her eyes.

``So good,'' she assured him, biting her lip.

With a smirk he turned and unlocked the door to the stall, stepping back out into the bathroom. He waited for her, then returned his arm to how it was when this all started, resting against her lower back except now he slipped his hand under her waistband to cup her downy-furred cheek directly, idly squeezing and kneading her ass. He held her closer than he had before, mostly to help keep her upright. She was walking a little bowlegged, the click of her hooves a little uneven.

``Think we can just hang out at the back?'' she asked with a lopsided smile.

``Sure thing babygirl. 'nother beer?''

Ezri hesitated, then shook her head. Once she was posted up he went back to the bar and got one more can, not having to throw any extra cash for quick service. They'd had last call and folks were winding down before the end of the show. Or winding up, hitting some harder things so they could take the party elsewhere. Mason returned to his cervine companion, the two just standing quietly, leaning against the back wall to watch the DJ finish his set.

Once the show was over, they headed towards the door together, but Ezri stopped before they made it out.

``I'm gonna be at the KonTrakt show next month, am I gonna see you there?'' she asked, looking up at him hopefully.

Mason didn't know that one, but he decided he clearly had to buy a ticket if it meant another shot at that doe's backside.

``I'll be there,'' he nodded.

She stretched up on her hooves, craning her neck up in obvious request. He obliged, leaning down and the two kissed briefly.

``Mm, thanks for the drinks. And everything else, big man.''

He just smiled and squeezed her ass one last time before following her out into the night.

``Let me walk you to your car?'' he asked, but she shook her head.

Ezri took off towards a dark blue sedan with its windows rolled down, idling a half-block down the sidewalk. He turned to make his way to his own car.

``Here daddy, hi! Thanks for picking me up!'' he heard her say behind him.

``Daddy?'' Fuck, how young was she?``

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