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Not a fair story or a happy story in any capacity, but hot as fuck if you're fine with that stuff. [i][b]If you don't like, please don't read![/b][/i] Happier stuff will be on the way eventually.\n\nLong, LONG overdue in posting, this was a commission I wrote almost a year ago for Ashtonyote, who seems to have vanished from FA, so I cannot link you to their presence. My apologies.\n\nThe reason for the delay was that a friend of mine did some really incredible editing work and made a ton of really valid suggestions to the story... that I took forever to implement and just got dragged down by life and still didn't ever fully implement, and I really like their thoughts and opinions but at this point it felt like I was using the fact that the story needed editing as an excuse to never do anything on it and I am just uploading it with some of their improvements so I can put something up and remind people that I do, in fact, exist.\n\nI hope you enjoy it, maybe I'll do a \"Director's Cut\" someday, but as it is, I think it's not a bad story and hopefully this will provoke me back into being more around.\n\nAnd as always, if you like my work, please leave a comment to let me know what you thought... [url=http://ko-fi.com/T6T58SCO]or buy me a cuppa at my Kofi her[/url]e! 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Long, LONG overdue in posting, this was a commission I wrote almost a year ago for Ashtonyote, who seems to have vanished from FA, so I cannot link you to their presence. My apologies.

The reason for the delay was that a friend of mine did some really incredible editing work and made a ton of really valid suggestions to the story... that I took forever to implement and just got dragged down by life and still didn't ever fully implement, and I really like their thoughts and opinions but at this point it felt like I was using the fact that the story needed editing as an excuse to never do anything on it and I am just uploading it with some of their improvements so I can put something up and remind people that I do, in fact, exist.

I hope you enjoy it, maybe I'll do a "Director's Cut" someday, but as it is, I think it's not a bad story and hopefully this will provoke me back into being more around.

And as always, if you like my work, please leave a comment to let me know what you thought... or buy me a cuppa at my Kofi here! Every little bit helps motivate me to write more!

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Burying Your Boner\n\nA Kinky Story by HYPERLINK \"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/terinastiger/\" TerinasTiger for HYPERLINK \"https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ashtonyote/\" AshtonYote \n\nYou are passing through a different dimension than what is known to humankind. \n\nIt is a dimension as deep as your pockets and full of opportunities. It is the staging ground between fan and fiction, between patron and creator, and the rules of reality are malleable as long as the price is right.\n\nWithin it you may see beloved characters from other works, but they may act differently. Almost as if someone else were writing them. This is a dimension fueled by imagination. \n\nYou are entering...\n\n The Commission Zone.\n\n - - - - \n\n``Can't I just PAY you or something?'' Carter cringed as he felt the tug on his left arm.\n\nStanding at six foot four, the russet-furred otter was perfectly capable of resisting. The person pulling on him was barely five foot three, and at least forty pounds lighter than he was. Carter was thin, but toned; he had taken time to sculpt his frame to ensure he was both strong and fit without being too bulky for his favorite hobby. His body was at home in the waters (and not just due to his genetics) with the otter darting, arching, and racing through the water with the speed of greased lightning. The effort exerted on his arm felt almost felt like a soft current he?d coast on before inevitably breaking away. It was hard to describe, maybe it was more like a tiny pet puppy trying to pull their sleeping parent around by nipping at an ear. The expert swimmer made himself smile with the thought that while he didn?t focus on weightlifting, he was pretty confident he could have even picked up his aggressor and carried them away if he wanted.\n\nHowever, the problem with that plan was that Carter was pretty sure Maxi would've enjoyed the display of strength.\n\n``Come oooooon!'' Maxi's voice was a low, rolling whine, two pointed brown ears flopping to either side of his head. ``You promised!'' Carter felt another tug on his arm, and actually lurched forward slightly before leaning back. ``No-'' Maxi paused to huff and puff, lowering his muzzle and patting at his taut tummy, concealed beneath the fabric of an azureus dress. ``-No fair! You KNOW I don't want to get all sweaty and sticky BEFORE I go into the club...'' Stomping a brownish footpaw down against the concrete, a slender little fox planted his front paws on his hips and puffed his cheeks out in frustration.\n\nCarter wasn't really sure how they'd ended up friends, but at some point during Middle School a tiny prepubescent slip of a fox had latched onto him and just decided they were best friends, and it had STUCK. A few years into being College roommates and the fox had come out to him not once but twice, first by being caught looking at gay porn of big beefy bara bulls, and then second by asking his roomie if it was alright that he transitioned to wearing women?s clothes exclusively. ``Hey, if you want to be able to throw me around, you need to start hitting the gym more.'' Carter laughed and rolled his eyes, before settling his gaze back down on the fox in a low cut dress that seemed almost designed to flash his panties if he lifted his tail too much.\n\n``I shouldn't HAVE to!'' Maxi yapped back, folding his arms against his dress. Around them, a few people had stopped and were staring now. ``You said if I beat you in a game of poker, you'd escort me to `Throw A Dog a Boner'!'' The fox thrust a bright orange fuzzy arm up at the building behind them, narrowly avoiding smacking it into a black furred wolf who appraised them both with an amused smirk on his lips before walking past.\n\nAnd as Carter followed that arm to gaze upward, he cringed again, an involuntary shudder running down his spine. ``What kind of sick-in-the-head pervert of a wordsmith names a place something like that?'' Nearby them, a blue jay amidst the crowd watching them snickered at his criticism.\n\n``The kind that owns the hottest Gay Club this side of Boystown!'' Maxi folded his arms. ``And we're literally just a few feet away!'' He whined. ``I can see a line forming in front of the bouncer!'' The fox snorted and reached out to grab Carter's arm. ``So come on already!''\n\nCarter still wasn't budging. ``And you need me, a straight guy, to escort you because?''\n\nAt the question, Maxi smirked, pulling himself up against his friend. He got close enough that Carter could smell the vulpine's peach-scented perfume, before putting a paw to his forehead and tilting his head back in a theatrical manner for the gathered clubgoers watching them. ``Alas! I am just a delicate lily flower of a boy, and I need a big strong man to keep me safe by his side so that the thirsty savages inside don't try to have their way with little old me!'' He draped himself down along Carter's chest, clinging to the otter's arm and batting a pair of curled eyelashes up at him, those baby blue eyes twinkling from the neon light of the club's sign, before he turned to gaze out at the spectators, batting those eyelashes at a hyena wearing nothing but leather straps as Carter rolled his eyes.\n\n``But you want them to have their way with you.'' Carter pointed out. ``You even call that outfit your `Eat this Fruity Treat' ensemble.'' There was another laugh from the blue jay, who seemed to find the whole debate hilarious.\n\nMaxi's loving smile fell away, leaving a slightly amused smirk pointed right up at Carter. ``Like... DUH, hun.'' He stuck his tongue out. ``But geeze, can't you have a little fun?'' With a giggle, the femme boy pulled himself up off of his best friend. ``I just want a designated driver, and you're the one.''\n\nCarter heaved a sigh. ``Fiiiiine... but only once, and then I'm done.'' Walking ahead of his foxy friend, the otter ran a paw through his hair, trying to flatten it down so it looked at least a little acceptable. Around them, the crowd they'd attracted was dispersing, most of its population walking towards the entrance to that very same club.\n\n``Eee!'' Maxi clapped, before latching onto the otter's arm like a girl against her girlfriend. ``I was afraid you'd turn and run!''\n\nCarter brushed some dust off of his blue jeans. He hadn't dressed up at all tonight. ``Nah, I have to accept that you won.'' They stood in line, waiting as the rhino watching the front door checked IDs.\n\nMaxi's tail twitched as he draped himself off of his straight friend's body to gaze ahead of the line. ``You think I'll see that cute blue-furred bun?''\n\nArching one eyebrow and smirking back at his friend, Carter snorted with amusement as he replied. ``What you mean the- uh- Shoot. I can't think of another word that rhymes!'' Maxi's only response was to break into a titter at his rhyming victory, as the girly fox pulled away to stand up on his own weight. As the line moved at a snail's pace, Carter tried to think of something else to do. ``So what's the big deal about this place, break it down for me. Why is it `the hottest Gay Club this side of Boy's Town', anyway?'' He was mildly curious.\n\nAnd Maxi did so love to gossip. Watching the red fox's eyes light up was a treat. ``Ooo! You mean besides the strippers?''\n\n``Of course there'll be strippers...'' Carter groaned. \n\nBut Maxi was undeterred from his desire to spill more tea. ``Well, they've got great mixed drinks and a pretty flexible happy far-longer-than-an-hour... but if I had to take a guess at the real reason...'' The foxboy tilted his head and put his left paw to his chin, stroking it. ``I'd say it's because of the rumor.''\n\n``Rumor?'' Carter frowned. ``What, do people think it's a shady front for a crack house or something?'' The line lurched forward, as they took a few more steps closer to the front doors.\n\n``Foo!'' Maxi gave his friend a playful swat on the shoulder. ``Nothing like that! It's just... they say there's something about the Boner that turns straight guys gay.''\n\n``First off, please don't call it that.'' Carter's brown eyes slid half-shut, as he gave his friend a skeptical glare that could've debunked a god's existence. ``Second off... a magical gay club? REALLY?''\n\n``Yeah, REALLY!'' Maxi stuck his tongue out in response to his friend's deadpan tone. ``Like, a statistically huge number of guys have come out of the closet here since the club opened up way back when. There's math about it somewhere online!'' His tail twitched and wagged behind him, his dress fluffing up down below as he wagged like a happy canid. ``There's all sorts of superstitions about this place turning guys queerer than a fairy. They even used to advertise the club around it!'' He reached into a little white purse to pull out his smartphone. In a matter of moments, he was showing Carter a scan of an old flier showing two maned, male lions holding hands, hearts around them as they gazed longingly into each other's eyes. ``See? This is an ad from back when this place was called `The Lion's Pride', before the old owner died or whatever and new management took over and rebranded. They used to say if you had a straight friend you were crushing on, you brought him here so you two could fall in love and live gaily ever after!'' \n\nThe sight of the flier and that story provoked a single laugh from the tall otter. ``Hah! So is that why you fought so hard to get me here for a night? Am I gonna make an honest woman out of you, Maxi?''\n\n``Eew!'' The fox stuck his tongue out. ``Ick, no! My penis would fall off first!'' He shook his head. ``I knew you back when you thought it was cool to keep a toothpick in your mouth! As in, WAY TOO LONG! That'd be like fucking my own brother! Why would you even suggest that?''\n\nThe two of them stared at each other.\n\nBefore breaking into warm, rich laughter.\n\n``Ok, yeah, tell you what. Let's promise not to ever date each other.'' Carter said, wiping a tear of amusement from his right eye. ``Even if this hoax of a `magical gay club' turns out to be true.''\n\n``Yeah, it'd be weird.'' Maxi said with a snicker. ``Besides, you're not my type, hun. I like it when the really big boys sniff around my tail, not you flexible gymnastic sorts.'' He held his front paws up to measure the size of Carter's waist in front of him. ``Why, you're so scrawny you could be a twink!''\n\n``Size queen.'' Carter stuck his tongue out at his buddy, suppressing a snicker.\n\n``Bitch, you know it!'' Maxi stuck his tongue back out at his friend, unable to resist a titter.\n\nBefore the Bouncer coughed. ``You're holding up the line.'' The rhino snarled.\n\nAnd the pair both sheepishly reached for their IDs before the impatient gay guys behind them lynched them for wasting everyone's time.\n\nAnd behind them, a black wolf with eyes that almost seemed to glow simply chuckled. ``Far from a hoax, little rudderbutt...'' His words were a whisper, easily vanishing amongst the growing din of the crowd in front of him. \n\n-~-\n\nThe outside of the ``Throw A Dog A Boner'' could have been a bland, boring bank to Carter, if it weren't for one thing. It was a building of dull pewter bricks, with very few embellishments, not even any noteworthy graffiti. It COULD have been bland, save for a garish Neon sign showing the name of the club and a boy throwing their pet dog a bone. It stood out like a red stain on a white shirt; the metaphor almost perfectly fitting save for the fact that the neon sign seemed to take the implication that it could just be one color as an insult, and fought against it by bathing onlookers in every color of a neon rainbow. It was flashy, it was ostentatious, and it was suggestive.\n\nAs the bouncer approved their IDs, Carter was not surprised in the slightest to find out that the club's insides took more after the neon sign than the building's bricks.\n\nColor was everywhere. The dance floor was composed of dull squares that light up into bright colors as the otter walked across them, then faded slowly away as he passed. He left a rainbow as he walked along it. Long stretches of neon light stretched along the edges of the Bar, and a sign advertising alcohol flashed above it, shifting from one color to another. Someone had spray-painted a stencil of two unicorns crossing horns, a rainbow on each of their flanks, along the far wall behind the DJ's booth. And two long platforms stretched out from either side of it, ending in a pole that was painted, predictably, a rainbow. ``It looks like MC Escher vomited all over this place.'' Carter said, rolling his eyebrows as he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music.\n\n``Oh shush, I like the ambiance.'' Maxi said with a swat to his straight friend's shoulder, the fox following him as the pair walked past Go-Go cages rising up out of the floor to approach the bar.\n\nOnce they got there, Carter lifted his tail and sat down on a bar stool. ``Just so you know, I'm not gonna leave the bar all night.'' He gazed up at his foxy friend with a smirk.\n\nWho responded with a pout, the orange fox's lower lip puffing out and his whispers twitching. ``Aww, you aren't even going to TRY dancing? Come on, live a little!''\n\nThe fox's straight friend held his hands up in front of him. ``Sorry man, I hope you have fun out there, but I don't see a girl in the club, and getting groped, goosed, and grinded into by a bunch of gay guys is your idea of fun, not mine.''\n\nAt the implication, Maxi just sniggered. ``I can only hope it goes that well!'' Heaving a sigh, the fox planted his hands on his hips. ``All right, fair enough. I did say I only wanted you along for a designated driver tonight... but, um...'' He leaned forward to kiss Carter on the cheek. ``Thank you for being here, Carter. I feel safer knowing I have a friend looking out for me.''\n\nAt the kiss, Carter found himself blushing. ``Y-yeah.'' Every so often Maxi surprised him with a very sweet, vulnerable side underneath all the flirting and teasing. He watched as Maxi ordered a Sex on the Beach in silence, turning to gaze at the barely-dressed bunny boy manning the bar. For a few moments as Maxi was enjoying his drink, Carter just sat there, listening to the music and watching as people began to filter into the club, the dance floor starting to fill up. Once Maxi's glass was empty, Carter waved his arm. ``Alright, go play.''\n\n``Play?!? Am I a child now?'' Maxi stuck his tongue out, jeering at his buddy.\n\nAnd Carter just grinned back. ``Do you really want me to answer that?''\n\nThe fox's tail twitched. ``Not really.''\n\n``Seriously, those are your people. Go have fun, make mistakes, and good luck at getting eaten all up by a big daddy predator.'' Carter said, watching as Maxi sauntered off into the crowd.\n\nLeaving him alone.\n\n-~-\n\n``Here I am on a saturday night. Alone and sober at a gay bar.'' Carter said, sipping a cherry cola and playing a level of Irritated Avians on his smartphone. ``Dancing doesn't appeal, there's only so many sodas I can sip before I start to worry I'll become diabetic, and now I'm so bored I'm talking to myself.'' The only solace the otter had was that no one could probably hear him over the music. It was relatively quieter around the bar, but Carter had learned via his one attempt to strike up a conversation with another bar patron that ``relatively'' didn't count for much. Once the night's festivities had begun in earnest, he'd had to yell just to be heard. ``I guess I could watch my best friend lift his tail as he continues his daddy chasing, or whatever he's doing... but that just feels creepy. So I guess I'm just gonna see how long the battery on my uPhone holds out, huh?.''\n\nHis resolution lasted about five minutes. \n\nFor lack of anything better to do, Carter scanned the club. Even if it was mostly a sausage party, the otter couldn't deny that he found it at least a bit interesting to watch. There were no shortage of gay guys in flashy, flamboyant costumes, and some of their dance moves were pretty dynamic to watch as well.\n\nHe could only watch for so long though, before he saw someone doing something decisively lewd. The second a cock ``slipped'' out of a big boar's jockstrap, Carter tilted his head away from the dance floor and towards the bar...\n\n...and right into a pair of simply lovely coral eyes gazing right at him.\n\nThe eye contact was unexpected. Something about it felt like a lightning bolt down the otter's spine. Carter found himself jerking up straight, as if he was about to be chided by his mother for slouching, before he jerked away. ``W-what the hell?'' Slumping down over the bar, Carter patted his chest. Just a moment of gazing into those fuchsia eyes had given him butterflies in his stomach. His heart was racing. The straight man felt almost like he was going to have a heart attack. Worst of all, with just one look, his cock was stiff. ``W-what was up with that? It was like I couldn't look away... no, like I was afraid to look away. Until I did.'' Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Carter loosened his grip on the half-full glass of cherry cola before he shattered it. ``That was fucking weird. I guess after spending half my night around all these gay guys, something's getting to me.'' What was getting to him wasn't something he could articulate. Carter knew he was straight. The otter was far from a virgin, and his last relationship had only ended a month ago, after going on for three years. ``Y-yeah. Vivian was an experience.'' The otter mumbled, as if trying to re-affirm his own heterosexuality by thinking about how that cute otter girl had curves in all the right places.\n\nBefore Carter could lose himself in fantasies about his ex-girlfriend, a large glass filled with a blue, yellow, and red beverage clunked down in front of him.\n\n``Enjoy a `Taste the Rainbow' on the house!'' The bunny bartender chirped, his smile set to maximum ``Customer Service'', as he clasped his front paws together in front of his bare chest, silver body glitter twinkling in his white fur. ``Compliments of the handsome gentleman over there!''\n\nCarter reached for the drink, arching one eyebrow. ``Oh, um, actually, I can't-'' As he tried to take the drink, the bunny reached down to put a paw between the glass and Carter's own paw. ``Oh, sorry! I, like, forgot. There was ONE little price I'm supposed to have you pay. Your gentleman wants to see you smile first.''\n\n``Wait, you've got the wrong-'' The otter hesitated. He hadn't been reaching FOR the drink, he'd been reaching to push it back. He was Maxi's designated driver, he wasn't supposed to be having alcohol at all. But the curiosity over who was buying him a drink in the first place got the better of Carter, as he turned to gaze over at \"his gentleman\".\n\nAnd gazed right back into those coral eyes.\n\nThe color of them seemed to glow and swirl inward as Carter gazed upon them. Just a momentary stare and the otter felt his mind emptying, like he was losing himself in that vibrant purple abyss. A second later, and those eyes tilted away, breaking eye contact. The owner of those eyes was a tall, black furred wolf clad in a fishnet shirt that seemed to shimmer under the dance lights of the club whenever he changed position. He was wearing a black belt with metal studs around his waist, holding a pair of tight black pants up against his body. The canine smirked at Carter, lifting one paw to push his lips apart, fingers curving those same lips up into a ``smile'' while his free paw pointed at it.\n\nCarter's heart was racing again. He had no idea why this man seemed to cause every part of him to tense up, his stomach churning like he wanted to explode. The otter's face felt like it was burning. ``Ah- T-thanks?'' He said, a sheepish, nervous smile creasing his muzzle as the wolf nodded back. \n\n``That'll do! Enjoy the drink, cutie!'' The bartending bunny blew a kiss to Carter before sauntering off.\n\nAnd the wolf got up from his stool to approach the flabbergasted otter.\n\n``You really should have that drink. You'll be happier when you do.'' The black furred wolf slunk down onto the seat next to Carter, giving a snort as he lifted a paw to signal the bartender. ``Gin. Neat.'' As the bunny bartender hopped to his order, the wolf turned to loom over Carter. ``Unless it's your first time?''\n\nIt wasn't often that Carter found himself looking up at someone. And certainly not someone like this wolf. The creature was at least one head taller than he was, with a silver star painted onto the slim face-fur on his left cheek. Trace bits of silver glitter clung to the black fabric of the fishnet top he was wearing, like glittery paint had once coated it but flecked off. Underneath the top, muscles rippled as the creature before him reached out to the shot of gin he'd ordered. The creature chuckled at his teasing taunt to Carter, tail swaying in a lazy wag behind him as he turned to lock eyes with Carter. \n\nNothing had changed. The predator still had those eyes. Deep pools of swirling purple-pink that Carter felt like he was losing himself in whenever he gazed into them for but a second. ``It- it's my first tim-'' The otter stammered, jerking his head away and shaking it. Why was his heart racing? ``I mean!'' He growled, trying to put his thoughts together to argue a point amidst the fuzzy feeling that came from gazing into those eyes. ``I MEAN that it's my first time at a gay bar, but I've had plenty of time to build up a tolerance to alcohol. See?'' Lifting his glass up, Carter knocked it back, draining a third of his multi-colored ``Taste the Rainbow'' at once. Apparently rainbows tasted cloyingly like grenadine and blueberry, with the taste of the booze only creeping up on him afterwards. \n\nJust like the realization that he was supposed to be Maxi's Designated Driver tonight.\n\nIn just one glance into those eyes The otter had forgotten. It hadn't seemed important anymore. And maybe it wasn't such a big deal. He could have one boozy drink and still take Maxi home, right? ``No one has to know...'' Carter mumbled. \n\nThe only reaction from the lupine creature sitting next to him was a chuckle. ``Good boy.''\n\n``Isn't that what I'm supposed to call YOU?'' Carter said back, surprising himself at how much like Maxi he'd sounded just then.\n\nThe wolf's eyes went wide for a moment, before he laughed. ``Oh! Ouch, that one stung.'' He put a paw to his chest. ``My poor heart, stabbed by a species-ist barb. I could die!'' The creature snickered. ``And what a horrible fate, to die before tasting the lips of that cute creature I'm sitting next to!''\n\nCarter felt his face getting a bit hot, hoping that the blush wasn't visible under his sandy brown fur. ``A horrible fate you'll have to endure. I'm straight. Just here for a friend.''\n\nThe wolf said nothing at first as he set his half-finished shot of gin on the counter. ``Oh is that so?'' When he finally did speak, it was with an amused smile widening along his muzzle. ``You have the balls to come here? You've heard the, ah, RUMORS about this place, right?'' Leaning forward, the wolf rested his head in his front paws, elbows propped up against his knees as he watched Carter with those swirling fuschia eyes. \n\nAt the question, the otter just rolled his own set. ``Yeah, a gay buddy of mine gave me the whole spiel. And it's bunk. A building can't fuck with someone's head!''\n\nWhen he'd finished rolling his eyes, Carter found them coming back to gaze into the black-furred wolf's pair, waiting for a response. With a click of his tongue, the wolf nodded. ``Mmm, true. It'd be more likely to be someone in the building.'' As he lost himself in those pools of pink, the otter found himself feeling a bit unbalanced. Like a fog was sweeping into his mind and he didn?t know what footing was safe anymore.\n\nCarter took another sip of his beverage to steady himself. What was it called again? A ``Taste the Cock''? ``Some sort of queer name like that...'' He muttered to himself. It was hard to remember. The foggy, airy, empty-headed feeling in his head didn't go away, and for a moment the otter worried he'd fall over. He didn't. Instead, he just gazed deeper into the wolf's eyes, trying to string a thought together. ``Heeeey... wuz... with your eyes?'' Why were his words slurred? Carter felt like thinking about them had been harder than he'd expected. ``Dat pinky color ain't real... an' tha' swirl...'' It was almost like a real fog dancing circles in the wind, but in his mind.\n\n``Mmm... they are awfully fascinating, aren't they?'' The wolf's tone dripped with amusementdripped amusement. ``A color so vivid. The pattern of the irises, so unique. It shocked me when I first saw them in the mirror.'' Carter heard a snicker, but he could barely tell what was so funny. Thinking was hard with the growing misty cloud rising up in his mind, obfuscating his own thoughts the more the wolf spoke. ``It's easy to just lose yourself staring into them, isn't it? To just keep drinking the alcohol and letting it relax you more and more, as you stare into my pretty eyes.''\n\nThe otter found himself taking another sip. His glass was halfway empty now. His body was starting to feel warmer. Like the booze was already kicking in.\n\n``I could say they were custom contact lenses, but contacts don't glow with an eerie witchlight, do they?'' The question barely stirred anything in Carter's mind. Not with his gaze locked with those eyes. ``There we go. You held out for quite some time... usually the Haze Gaze lures people down into a trance with just one or two glances.'' Carter could feel a little bit of drool running down his lower chin. It didn't bother him as long as he kept staring into those eyes. The wolf kept talking. ``You're quite a cute one, aren't you? Yes, the building was right to pair us together. No no, don't try to think about those words. Just listen, relax, and take another sip of your drink.''\n\nCarter listened, relaxed, and took another sip of his drink.\n\n``I'm a bit surprised though... why would a gay boy like you say he was straight?'' The wolf's tone was teasing. \n\nFor a moment, Carter frowned. He wasn't gay, but the thought made his cheeks a bit hotter. He felt like his sexuality was supposed to matter for some reason. He wanted to say something in response.\n\nBut the wolf was speaking again, and those words and his pretty eyes seemed to push more and more fog into the otter's mind, clouding his feelings until he couldn't see them anymore. ``Yes, you're gay. Don't worry too much about it. It'll get easier to accept the longer we do this.'' A murr escaped the wolf's lips. ``My name is Sterling. What is yours, otter-boi?''\n\n``O-otter-boi...'' Carter mumbled in response, his eyes glazed over with a haze as thick as the clouds clogging his mind. The teasing comment made the building heat within his cheeks grow. His whole body started to feel hot. As if he were becoming lit aflame by the man's words, by the wolf's touch. As Carter grew hotter, his cock stiffening, the fog was starting to feel more like a pink-purple smoke than dull gray-white clouds of moisture.\n\nAs if his whole mind was on fire, the smoke choking Carter's very thoughts and coating what it left behind in a fuchsia ash.\n\n``That's not your name, is it? I could make it your name...'' Another murr escaped the wolf, as Carter felt a paw rubbing against his thigh. It felt too good for him to stop relaxing and push Sterling's paw off. ``But no, I want your actual name. What is it?'' Each gentle grope kindledkindling the fires, making the smoke build and build.\n\n``C-Carter.'' Said the otter who was too deep in a trance to realize he'd said his own name.\n\n``Good otter-boi. Take another sip of your drink.'' In his peripheral vision, Carter saw the wolf reach for his own shot of gin and finish it. His gaze never broke from Sterling's pretty swirling eyes. ``It helps you relax deeper. Helps the magic work faster.''\n\nCarter finished his glass. The pink-purple smoke in his mind swirled gently, staining any thought he attempted to make in that fabulously fruity color. Outwardly, his mind was relaxed, his jaw slack. A bit more drool ran down his lips as Sterling's paw moved up his thigh to his crotch.\n\n``Tch. That won't do. You're a bit TOO relaxed.'' The wolf sighed. ``What do you say we go someplace a bit more private, otter-boi?'' A black fuzzy finger reached up to stroke the underside of Carter's chin. The touch was another spark of heat. Another point of his very being lit on pinkish-purple fire. Another point where the smoke would build. Between his thighs, Carter felt his cock pushing against his pants a bit more with every stroke. ``There we go! I was trying too hard to get you relaxed... and not enough to excite you. Stand up, otter-boi.''\n\nThe entranced otter-boi did so.\n\nSterling's eyes seemed to twinkle as they swirled, the hazy irises always spinning inward, pulling Carter's thoughts down the drain at the center of them. ``Put your arms on my shoulders. Grip gently, and follow me.''\n\nAnd the entranced otter-boi complied.\n\nSterling was walking backwards along the bar, leading Carter as their gazes never broke. ``See? Just two gay guys lost in each other's pretty eyes.'' Sterling's voice felt like a gentle pet along his thigh. ``Sneaking into one of the back rooms to hook up.'' The wolf pushed them both past a flapping, unsecured, ``Employees Only'' door and into a hallway, strippers fanning out around them both to let them pass. Carter barely noticed them. Looking away from Sterling's eyes was almost unthinkable, as they rotated with those hazy colorful lights. ``There's a room back there with lots of girly stuff in it. I should know. It's my soon-to-be ex's dressing room.'' Carter watched the pretty fuchsia spirals. ``It's going to destroy him. And I'll feel like shit afterwards too. I honestly thought I loved him. But I think I have to make him my Ex now. Because just one glance at how pretty, faggy, and gay you are, otter-boi, and suddenly I can't live without you. Tell me the three things I said you are, Carter?''\n\nPretty. \n\nFaggy.\n\nGay.\n\nEach of those words caused the purple-pink smoke to grow thicker inside Carter's mind. ``Puh-pretty...'' he slurred, as Sterling stopped in front of a door. Just the thought of the word sent a tingle down his shaft. ``Faggaaaaagie...'' The repeated word was almost a moan, and as he finished it Carter felt a spurt of precum spatter against the crotch of his boxer shorts. Within him, the smoke churned. Choking any thought that tried to form within it. Coating everything he was with a pink, purple ash. ``Guhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!'' The last word really WAS a moan, as Carter felt his cock pushing against Sterling's paw, the black wolf's fingers spreading to stroke at different bits of it through the moistening tent in his pants. \n\nA door opened behind Sterling. Leading into a dressing room. One with a large pink couch on it that Sterling was guiding them both towards. ``Mmm... it feels so good to be a gay little otter-boi, doesn't it?'' Even though he was lost in those eyes, even in the throes of a deep hypnotic trance, Carter could feel the wolf's fingers teasing at his head, reinforcing those words. Yes, it felt so VERY good to be a gay little otter-boi... that thought slipping into his mind like like smoke into his lungs, staining more and more of him with that fuschia dust. Each new thought the wolf fed into his mind changed him a bit more. ``That's how it works, Carter.'' Sterling was breathing a bit heavily. He sat down on the couch, pulling Carter down to rest his butt on the bigger male's tented lap. ``I know because I'm the Dom. When the Club picks you to be the Dom in the new relationship, you just suddenly KNOW these things.'' Sterling growled, grinding his crotch against the otter's asscheeks as he stroked at Carter's cock. ``The Club's cursed. Very old magic. But the magic works through the people it selects. Through us both. You're my new Sub, and I'm your new Dom. We don't get to choose. And the longer I keep humping you, the less I mind being it's puppet like this.'' \n\nSuddenly the strokes to his cock stopped. Carter found himself whining for a moment, not certain why Sterling stopped rubbing his wonderful, amazing fingers against the otter's shaft. The sound of a zipper and the feeling of pressure on his cock easing up clarified it. \n\nSterling was stripping his pants off.\n\n``Let go of me for a moment and stand up. Never leave my gaze.'' The wolf commanded, and as the entranced Carter obliged, he felt his pants slipping to the floor. ``Boxer shorts?'' Sterling growled. ``No, no... my kinky little otter-boi never wears boxers. He's not the `man' in this relationship.'' The wolf reached around to cup at Carter's ass cheeks, squeezing them through the offending underwear. ``Repeat after me, Carter: `I love wearing pretty panties because they make my ass look so cute and fuckable.' I want to hear you say it.''\n\nPretty.\n\nThat word again. The coral smoke that was changing him, warping him, grew stronger as the blaze burned on inside the man. Carter shuddered, feeling his cock twitch. ``I- I love wearing prehaAH-'' He stopped only because he felt Sterling's finger pushing against his tailhole. When had it gotten there? Another spark to kindle a fire within him, his tailhole getting hotter, the fires spreading to it. The smoke building further in his mind. ``-wearing pretty panties because they make my ass look so cute and fuckable.''\n\nPretty.\n\nIt was as if saying the word himself, perhaps saying the whole sentence out loud, made it true. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, or a magic spell to go with Sterling the Wolf's magic eyes. Suddenly the boxers against his body felt wrong. For the first moment since they'd been at the bar, Carter's muzzle contorted into a frown as his mind stirred within the pink smoke choking and changing it. Why was he wearing these icky boys underwear? ``I- S-Sterling, I want-''\n\nA black fuzzy finger to his lips. ``Shush. I know what you need, otter-boi.'' The boxers were tugged down his thighs. In his peripheral vision, Carter saw the big black wolf hold up a pair of pink panties, a little red heart printed on the center of the ass. ``We'll put them on you in a moment. But before that...'' The black wolf leaned forward towards Carter's crotch, for the first time breaking eye contact. What he did there coaxed a groan out from between Carter's lips. A wave of heat washed over Carter as he felt the wolf's tongue circling his shaft, licking up any precum he'd dribbled all over himself. And then, a moment later, the wolf pulled back and licked his lips. ``That's much better. My cute little otter-boi was starting to dribble all over the floor! Silly little ditzy otter-boi, I can't have you making a mess here... it's not our room.'' Sterling growled as he gazed back up at the entranced otter, those swirling eyes helping him sink back into a full trance, suppressing the discomfort that had started to stir Carter out of the hypnotized mindset. ``Do not let your gaze break from mine, but step out of the boxers and into these panties. The first of what you'll be wearing for the rest of our lives together.'' \n\nAs the sleek, silk panties slipped up Carter's thighs, tightly gripping his ass, he let out a soft little coo that sounded so deep and masculine it almost felt wrong coming from someone in pink silk panties. But they felt so good against his ass. \n\n``Good otter-boi.'' Sterling rubbed at his cheeks through the panties, before moving around to let his finger circle the head of Carter's cock. ``You look so much better in those.'' He growled up at the otter. ``So deep... so relaxed... so happy to be back in girly panties where you belong.'' With each circle of that finger sending another sliver of pleasure up Carter's spine, he was more and more certain that he DID belong in panties just like Sterling had said he did. ``I can't wait to see you dressed up in a whole girly outfit, lifting your skirts with your tail and flashing your panties like a faggy little gay fuckboi out on the dance floor.'' \n\nFaggy.\n\nThe pressure of the smoke grew in his mind. ``F-faaaaaahhhhhgggiee...'' Carter's head thrashed and moaned as the weight of the word, and the feel of Sterling teasing his cockhead, sent a flash of pleasure up his mind.\n\nThe wolf standing up next to him, their bodies close, his tenting pants grinding against Carter's new panties. ``Oh, you like that word, don't you?'' Those eyes kept any attempt at resistance in Carter's mind smothered. Not that there was much left within him to resist. ``Me too. I used to think it was offensive. Until tonight.'' Carter could feel those big strong lupine arms wrapping around his slender frame. The wolf smelled like cedar and ginger. And lust, underneath it all. ``The Club is warping us.'' Sterling shuddered, grinding against Carter as the otter continued to lose more of himself in that fuschia gaze. Until, for a moment, the wolf blinked, and suddenly there were yellow-gold eyes staring at Carter instead of purple-pink ones. ``It's- it's evil. It takes men and burns away anything it doesn't want about them and then replaces it with what it wants you to be. It's been like that since the old owner summoned something he couldn't control. Something meant to make his gay club a roaring success back when gay guys had to hide what they were.'' The smoke in Carter's mind was starting to clear, as he blinked and stared at Sterling. Thinking was still hard, but he felt like the wolf was trying to say something important, fighting to say it. ``An incubus. The demon's gone, but the magic it was made to place on the building lingers. Its power, its taint, its curse lingering like radiation in the building. The curse of Jau'Andus-''\n\nAnd then, the wolf blinked again.\n\nAnd those pretty purple-pink swirling voids, the Haze Gaze, luring those lost in it down into the void of inky darkness at the center of it, returned. ``Actually... who cares? He's gone now. The owner too.'' Sterling growled, reaching down to grope at Carter's ass as the otter found himself sinking back down into that dreamy, pleasurable trance. Their cocks rubbing against each other through their clothes. Staining their outfits with sex as Carter felt his balls churn, the heat growing. ``All that matters is me. My wants. My desires. And those of my new Sub.'' Fingers from the wolf's paw slid between Carter's cheeks. ``The Sub I get to turn into my own special fruity, slutty, faggy little subby otter boy.'' Pushing at his tailhole. Stretching at his pucker.\n\nFaggy.\n\nCarter yowled in bliss at the touch, his cock twitching as he came to that word filling his mind with a puff of coral smoke. ``Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah!'' He churred, body trembling as he soaked his pretty panties. Thoughts of walking out onto the dance floor of the Boner in his pink panties, a short skirt not even covering them, two silver stars placed over his bare nipples to match the one on Sterling's cheek as he swayed his ass, a lure to draw big strong males over to take a bite out him. Or perhaps to put something into him instead. The thoughts felt so intense, burning him like fire, the purple-pink smoke getting thicker and thicker in his brain as he blew his load into his panties, his eyes never leaving contact with Sterlings.\n\nWho simply chuckled. ``My little otter-boi has such a hair trigger down there, doesn't he?'' As that paw began to slide out from between Carter's cheeks. ``Rrr... to tell the truth, I'm pretty worked up myself. The corruption is almost complete. The smoke is...'' Sterling let out a sigh, purple-pink smoke flowing from his muzzle, rising up around him. ``...lifting... just like my cock, heh.'' The big back wolf took another few moments to milk another moan or two out of Carter, who seemed to squirm and shudder with every touch. ``Let's get my otter-boi dressed for a night at the club.'' The wolf walked around his otter, letting Carter stand there in a haze of lusty pleasure, jaw slack as he stood there without a thought in his smoggy little empty head.\n\nEye contact had been broken. Yet the pleasant buzz of the afterglow almost seemed to replace it. The otter's mind still felt clouded over in smoke, even as a few feeble thoughts, like the gasp of a dying man, fought to the surface. Carter blinked a few times. ``I- guh... wha wuzzz I doin'?'' He managed to stammer out, a frown creasing his muzzle. He remembered Sterling's paw on his cock. Teasing every last drop of cum out into his panties. And all of a sudden, he missed it. A new thought entered his mind: where was the wolf going? Why was his new boyfriend not right there, toying with his body?\n\nThat thought made Carter blink. ``B-boyfriend? I have a-''\n\nFor a moment the very idea of it confused him. As if he weren't supposed to. But as the thought began to question the notion, Carter searched his mind and found no reason why having a boyfriend SHOULD be wrong. Turning around, moving on his own for the first time, Carter scanned the room for the boyfriend he was still confused about having. ``Sterling? Love? What are you doing?'' The word `love' just fell out from his lips so easily, pouring out along with purple-pink smoke he didn't notice was flowing out of his muzzle. After another moment, the faggy otter finally caught sight of his man.\n\nThe big black wolf was hunched over, rooting through a large wooden chest. Tossing aside what looked like clothing items. ``I'm just looking for the gayest outfit I can find in these stage clothes.'' With a growl, the wolf turned his head back, one paw cupping his crotch, stroking his shaft through pants soaked with his own precum. ``When I show my new Sub off, I want the whole Boner to know I have the sexiest boi in the whole club.'' With his free hand, he held out a pale pink feather boa.\n\n``O-oooooo!'' Carter gasped, one last little trickle of fuschia gas rising from his lips as he stared at the accessory. Just the thought of playing dress-up doll for that big bad wolf, his body a canvas for displaying Sterling's desires, made his soft cock drool a bit more spunk into his panties.\n\nA wide, fangy grin of sharp white teeth creased Sterling's lips. ``I thought that'd make you cream your panties, otter-boi.'' He curled a finger. ``Now come here. Let's get you ready for your big debut...''\n\n-~-\n\nThe music on the dance floor had stopped. The lights had been dimmed down low, faint rainbow hues contrasting the shadowed bodies of men of all shapes, sizes, and species, pausing from their gyrations to look around for why the beat had stopped.\n\nBackstage, standing in front of an arch usually reserved for strippers working for the `Throw A Dog a Boner', Carter blushed as he felt Sterling's paw sliding down his right cheek. The big wolf was standing behind his new boyfriend, stiffy pushing between the otter's cheeks. ``I- I don't know, love. Everyone's going to s-stare-'' \n\n``I called in a favor from the DJ for this.'' Sterling said, the Dom giving his new Sub a light thrust. Carter shuddered as a gentle ``chrr'' noise escaped his lips from the feeling of that lupine shaft spreading his cheeks. ``Don't get cold feet now.'' The wolf lifted his muzzle up to whisper into Carter's right ear. ``I want this. And I know deep down, you want this too.'' One of the wolf's paws wrapped around to slide down Carter's chest, fingers leaving tingling, teasing touches against his skink. ``You want to show the whole world how Pretty you are. How Faggy you are.'' Each word sent another shudder of pleasure down Carter's spine and up his cock, straining against his new panties. ``You want to show the new world that my thirsty little slut of a boyfriend is inescapably, undeniably, irrefutably...''\n\n``Gay.''\n\nThat last word turned a key in his mind. Carter's breathing quickened as he felt a spurt of precum spattering against the second pair of panties he'd ever known, just from the feelings that stirred within him. Yes, he was gay. How could he ever have doubted it? Sterling's touch, his scent, that teasing tone of his voice... Everything about the big black wolf seemed calibrated to push Carter over the cliff of heterosexual masculinity and into the glittering, glamorous, GAY void below. His slender body trembling, his small four inches of shaft hard as diamond, Carter nodded. ``Y-yeah... yeah, I do...'' He found himself agreeing with Sterling. The people out there thought he was some silly straight stick in the mud.\n\nHe was about to prove them wrong.\n\nCarter's new boyfriend pushed him forward with another thrust of his hips, this one forceful enough to send the otter-boi stumbling forward. ``Go on, then. I'll work the microphone and join you once all eyes are on the Club's newest treat.''\n\nThe otter gave a yelp as he stumbled forward, almost tripping over. Sterling was always so rough with how he handled his Sub. Sooner or later Carter was going to have to tell him to stop. Whenever it stopped being hot as hell, at least. Recovering, he strode forward, each step forward lighting up the LED tiles beneath his footpaws.\n\n``Gentledoms and sluts...'' All eyes were on him, staring up at him, as Carter sauntered out. ``It is my pride to introduce the Boner's newest Sub...'' And why wouldn't all eyes be on him, the way the otter was dressed? ``CARRRRRRRRRTEEEEER!'' The slender boi wore a silvery-pink woman's teddy, the gleaming metallic fabric running down just far enough to partially cover his ass. A pair of falsies bounced with every step against his chest, rubbing at two little silver star stickers Sterling had covered his nipples with. Carter wasn't eager to peel those off... but at the same time part of him kind of wanted to know what it'd feel like. As he walked down the rainbow runway, the otter's plump hips swayed back and forth, making the loose lower parts of the teddy bounce up and down against his hips.\n\nSterling was likely stroking himself off, seeing the display. As Carter hit the edge of the runway, lingering against a stripper's pole, the wolf was speaking again. ``This silly twink actually thought he was straight! But we know better, don't we folks? No twink this pretty could ever really pleasure a women!'' A gasp echoed out from the crowd as Carter leaned into the pole, turning his backside to the crowd as his plump rudder of a tail lifted. Tucked firmly against his cheeks was a bright purple thong, tight enough that anyone watching him could see his balls struggling to stay within the fabric. The thong pulled his cheeks just apart enough that the crowd could see his pucker, outlined in the material. Carter flexed it, with a giggle. He really was pretty, wasn't he? Turning his head back to face the crowd, he gave them a flash of bedroom eyes, licking at the cherry red lipstick on his plump lips, wondering what a dick would feel like pushed between them.\n\n``Look at him pose and primp! Only a real faggy twink could lift his tail so shamelessly!'' As lewd and flirty as Carter felt at the moment, his boyfriend's voice still could make him blush. Falling to his knees, Carter planted his ass right at the edge of the walkway, tail still lifted. ``And what a body to pose with! Go on, give those cheeks a feel!''\n\nThe paws of strangers began to explore Carter's lower regions. Firm grips groping his asscheeks. Fingers sliding along his tailhole, through the fabric of his panties. Light squeezes at his balls. Every touch made him lift his head up to moan and groan.\n\nThe lights were turning back on. The DJ was about to start the music again. They didn't have much time left. \n\n``But what's this? Carter's stopped dancing!'' The wolf announced for the crowd, his microphone gripped in one paw. ``Well... this is his first night being Gay... I think he might just need to rehydrate!''\n\nGay.\n\nThe word resounded in Carter's mind, making another light moan of pleasure escape his lips as his cock smeared precum against the inside of his pretty purple panties. As the thump of the Bass began, the otter-boi slid off the walkway, landing on all fours in front of a crowd of men. ``Let's show him what kind of drinks we have for a thirsty boi!'' Sterling announced with a cackle, as he dropped the microphone to walk towards Carter.\n\nThe otter looked up from his position on the floor, finding himself surrounded on three sides by dicks: Pointed feline pricks. Knotted canine shafts. Human cocks with their mushroom-like heads swollen and drooling. All around him, he could smell the musk of horny, amorous, GAY males. All of that meat on the marketon market. Just waiting for him to try a mouthful.\n\nIt felt right.\n\nHe'd never felt this right before back when he thought he was a silly straight boy...\n\nInstead of the glittering, fabulous, faggy otter with a man's dick in his mouth. His muzzle gently slid back and forth, tongue wrapping around the underside of the shaft. If his gaze just tilted upwards Carter might've seen a face to go with that cock. He didn't want to. The fact that he didn't know made it hotter for the new Sub. Like he was just a toy, a plaything, for bigger, stronger, hornier men to play with. As he swallowed his first cock, Carter's front paws were both up on either side of him. One was rubbing a big dalmatians? fire hydrant. Carter could feel it dribbling onto his paw, and hear the canine's howls of glee. The other was stroking and fondling at another man's balls. A paw pressed into the back of the otter's head, as Carter felt his jaw stretched while he plunged down onto the cock he'd been sucking. The man thrust into him, the salty musk of the big male's balls tingling in the otter's nostrils. He began to wonder if his boyfriend would smell that alluring. But only for a moment.\n\nThe man he was sucking off grunted, his body stiffening against Carter's snout, before a spray of salty, oily cum splattered against the otter's tongue. His cheeks puffed out as he tried to catch the whole load in his mouth. But there wasn't enough room. Some of it bubbled out around his lips, dribbling down his chin.\n\nThe taste of another man's climax was exquisite. A taste so addictive that Carter never wanted to be without it for more than a day ever again.\n\nIn just another moment, the otter felt the dalmatian he'd been jacking off blow his load, the warm, slick seed spurting and spattering against his muzzle. One side of Carter felt drenched in overflow. And as he swallowed the first orgasm he'd ever had in his muzzle, Carter only regretted that the load had been on his face and not INSIDE it.\n\nHe slid off of the male's shaft, as Carter looked over towards the feline he'd been teasing. ``Ooo, does the kitty have some cream for me?'' He opened his muzzle wide, some white spunk dribbling down his upper lip to spatter against his chin. The cat was eager to give him his treat, as another cock pushed inside him. Someone else, outside the range of his vision, climaxed all over his head. Carter could feel it soaking into his hair. Some of these men were climaxing just at the sight of the new gay otter pup whoreshipping at the alter of Fag for the first time.\n\n``Excuse me, booooooys!'' Slurred words shouted from behind the crowd. The voice sounded familiar, but Carter didn't pay them much mind at first. They weren't a cock for him to play with. ``I heeeeeaaaard there's, like, a new Sub an' I gotta make sure he doesn- he does- he don' steal mah show!''\n\nMaxi? The name sounded oddly familiar, but that notion only existed in the faggy otter's mind for a second before a large meaty cock fucked it out of his mind by slapping gently into his face. Some big horny brown bear was looming over him, his cock already slick with precum, as if he'd been jerking himself off while waiting his turn. He probably had been, or so Carter decided as he licked his tongue along the underside of that big slab of meat. As worked up as Carter was, all he could think about was cock. Just touching this big bear dick gave him a hot flush of pleasure. The taste of it made him shudder and shut his eyes involuntarily, his cock spurting out another dribble of precum.\n\nAs he felt his tongue curling around the big bear's meaty shaft, suddenly he felt it touching another tongue. The surprise was enough to make his eyes jerk open. On the opposite side of him was a bright orange furred fox, a blue dress draped along the vixen-boi's body as he crouched opposite of Carter. The confusion was likely evident on his face, as the fox just giggled and pulled gently away from the cock. ``Gotta make sure all these big boys get a good show. And mark my territory as the hardest working slut in here, cute as you are.'' The fox murred, reaching over to rub at one of Carter's thighs. ``Come on, cutey. Let's give this big bear a moment he'll never forget.'' That orange paw coaxed Carter back onto the cock, not that he needed much provocation. The two femboys kissed each other around the bear's cock, writhing their tongues to wrestle with each other. \n\nThe grunts from the male they were servicing grew more rapid, the brown bear's breathing more heavy. \n\nThe fox boy reached down to take one of Carter's paws, lifting it up to move it to the big bear's ball sack, as if teaching him something. The pair of them rubbed and stroked at the bruin's sack while they kissed and sucked on either side of his cock. Until finally their efforts were rewarded by a loud groan, before the bear's cock shot a geyser of cum across the clearing, getting almost three feet away from him. \n\nAs the bear backed away, the otter felt his mouth feeling woefully empty. He needed more cock. His own balls ached and churned as he found himself unable to think about anything else but filling his muzzle with more meat. No one was coming forward to replace the bear, however. Which led to him gazing over towards the fox kneeling opposite to him. ``Cock?'' He said dreamily, hoping the femme fox would stand up and give him a taste.\n\nInstead, Carter's thirsty trance was broken when he felt his backside being hefted up. With both his arms in use teasing other men, the otter almost fell forward and slapped his face into the puddle of jizz on the floor. Fortunately, there were a few other pairs of big strong arms holding him up until he could get on all fours. In surprise, he gazed up at the drunk fox boy, who was being lifted up himself, his dress pulled up and his panties pulled down. They were almost like mirrors of each other.\n\n``You're a natural cocksucker, babe.'' Sterling growled from behind him, as Carter felt his new boyfriend peeling his pretty purple panties down his thighs. ``But I had you sit on your ass for one reason... because I wanted the first ride to be mine. You've had me rock hard since I first saw you...'' the wolf growled, as Carter felt something firm and fleshy pushing between his cheeks. ``Don't worry... I'm not knotting you. This time.'' The big black wolf's head kissed Carter's tail, sending a chill running up his spine and a huff escaping from his lips. ``There's plenty of other males out there wanting to stretch your hole. And I'm getting twenty bucks for every guy who pumps a load into your fresh boi-pussy for your first night. Looks like your foxy friend over there is getting a chance to have some fun too.'' Sterling slapped his boyfriend on the ass, while grinding back and forth, getting Carter's tailhole properly stretched.\n\n``Aaah, b-breed me, love...'' Carter moaned, relaxing his backdoor. A low moan made him gaze up to see that `Maxi' fox he almost felt like he remembered with a euphoric glazed expression on his muzzle as a big wolverine male was fucking his ass while tugging on his tail. But Carter didn't pay him much attention once he felt the first thrust against his tailhole from Sterling. There was something romantic and sensual about his first time being deflowered coming from the wolf the Club had ensured he couldn't live without. As Carter felt that lupine shaft impale him, a flash of pain hit... and then after it a rush of pleasure, more intense than any sensation he'd felt being balls deep inside a woman. HOW it felt that good seemed obvious: The Club had corrupted his body as much as it had his mind. Reworked the otter's body until he was MADE for this.\n\nHe knew it was so wrong. But it felt so right.\n\n``Nnnngh, not going to last long, this backed-erf!'' Sterling grunted, his fat prick sawing against Carter's prostate. ``B-backed up...'' He hadn't joked about being horny all night. Carter felt his tailhole being pumped into slowly, the wolf's plump balls slapping against his ass. He could feel every inch of that rock hard slab of meat within him... but he wanted more. The otter boy thought about what he could do to entice his lover for a moment, before deciding to help his lover along. Leaning forward, he pushed his muzzle into the fox boy's own, the two sissy-bois making out for a crowd while each of them were having their asses bred. A whine of need from behind him told the femme otter that his new boyfriend was enjoying that sight, especially since it came with the big wolf fucking him quickening his pace faster and faster. Carter had been straight once (though he didn't really see why he'd bothered anymore). He knew what that quickening pace meant.\n\nSterling's body went stiff against the otter's formerly-virgin rump.\n\nAnd the big bad wolf howled as he pumped his spunk into his new Sub of a boyfriend.\n\nAs he did, Carter felt a rush of pleasure as the warmth of his wolven lover's juices stretched his insides as Sterling emptied his balls. He shuddered, feeling his own set of dangling bits churning. He hadn't cum yet.\n\nBut that was good, something told him. It kept him randy to service more men. A howling moan from before him told the otter that his foxy friend had just spurted his own load.\n\n``Fffffuck... you've got a good, tight hole, otter-boi...'' Carter could hear Sterling panting, as that wonderful wolven cock slid out of his ass, walking over to stand by the otter's head and rubbing some of the spunk into his skin. ``I'm going to enjoy stretching you again and again and again...''\n\n``Wha-wait... Carter? L-like my Carter?!?''\n\nA shocked, shrill yelp dragged Carter's attention away from his aching, churning balls as he looked up. The foxy friend he'd been playing with was still being humped himself, but was now looking at the otter with a look of shock and horror, not lust or euphoria.\n\nThe sight was strange enough that it jolted something in the otter's mind, made something stir through the haze of horny need. Ah yes, he remembered Maxi, if he thought about it...\n\nCarter giggled, smearing men's cum around his lips like another layer of lipstick, as he gazed back at his friend while the fox was being rammed. ``Oh hey, Maxiiiiieeee... <3'' The otter lifted one arm up to wave a paw at his cutey friend he really should've fucked by now. As a big horny rhino stepped up to push inside Carter's stretched cheeks, he nuzzled up against Sterling's thigh while his boyfriend collected payment for using his slutty otter hole.\n\n``Have you met my new boyfriend?''\n\nTHE END!\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Burying Your Boner

A Kinky Story by   HYPERLINK "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/terinastiger/"; TerinasTiger  for   HYPERLINK "https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ashtonyote/"; AshtonYote

You are passing through a different dimension than what is known to humankind.

It is a dimension as deep as your pockets and full of opportunities. It is the staging ground between fan and fiction, between patron and creator, and the rules of reality are malleable as long as the price is right.

Within it you may see beloved characters from other works, but they may act differently. Almost as if someone else were writing them. This is a dimension fueled by imagination.

You are entering...

 The Commission Zone.

 -  -  -  -

``Can't I just PAY you or something?'' Carter cringed as he felt the tug on his left arm.

Standing at six foot four, the russet-furred otter was perfectly capable of resisting. The person pulling on him was barely five foot three, and at least forty pounds lighter than he was. Carter was thin, but toned; he had taken time to sculpt his frame to ensure he was both strong and fit without being too bulky for his favorite hobby. His body was at home in the waters (and not just due to his genetics) with the otter darting, arching, and racing through the water with the speed of greased lightning. The effort exerted on his arm felt almost felt like a soft current he?d coast on before inevitably breaking away. It was hard to describe, maybe it was more like a tiny pet puppy trying to pull their sleeping parent around by nipping at an ear. The expert swimmer made himself smile with the thought that while he didn?t focus on weightlifting, he was pretty confident he could have even picked up his aggressor and carried them away if he wanted.

However, the problem with that plan was that Carter was pretty sure Maxi would've enjoyed the display of strength.

``Come oooooon!'' Maxi's voice was a low, rolling whine, two pointed brown ears flopping to either side of his head. ``You promised!'' Carter felt another tug on his arm, and actually lurched forward slightly before leaning back. ``No-'' Maxi paused to huff and puff, lowering his muzzle and patting at his taut tummy, concealed beneath the fabric of an azureus dress. ``-No fair! You KNOW I don't want to get all sweaty and sticky BEFORE I go into the club...'' Stomping a brownish footpaw down against the concrete, a slender little fox planted his front paws on his hips and puffed his cheeks out in frustration.

Carter wasn't really sure how they'd ended up friends, but at some point during Middle School a tiny prepubescent slip of a fox had latched onto him and just decided they were best friends, and it had STUCK. A few years into being College roommates and the fox had come out to him not once but twice, first by being caught looking at gay porn of big beefy bara bulls, and then second by asking his roomie if it was alright that he transitioned to wearing women?s clothes exclusively.  ``Hey, if you want to be able to throw me around, you need to start hitting the gym more.'' Carter laughed and rolled his eyes, before settling his gaze back down on the fox in a low cut dress that seemed almost designed to flash his panties if he lifted his tail too much.

``I shouldn't HAVE to!'' Maxi yapped back, folding his arms against his dress.  Around them, a few people had stopped and were staring now.  ``You said if I beat you in a game of poker, you'd escort me to `Throw A Dog a Boner'!'' The fox thrust a bright orange fuzzy arm up at the building behind them, narrowly avoiding smacking it into a black furred wolf who appraised them both with an amused smirk on his lips before walking past.

And as Carter followed that arm to gaze upward, he cringed again, an involuntary shudder running down his spine. ``What kind of sick-in-the-head pervert of a wordsmith names a place something like that?'' Nearby them, a blue jay amidst the crowd watching them snickered at his criticism.

``The kind that owns the hottest Gay Club this side of Boystown!'' Maxi folded his arms. ``And we're literally just a few feet away!'' He whined. ``I can see a line forming in front of the bouncer!'' The fox snorted and reached out to grab Carter's arm. ``So come on already!''

Carter still wasn't budging. ``And you need me, a straight guy, to escort you because?''

At the question, Maxi smirked, pulling himself up against his friend. He got close enough that Carter could smell the vulpine's peach-scented perfume, before putting a paw to his forehead and tilting his head back in a theatrical manner for the gathered clubgoers watching them. ``Alas! I am just a delicate lily flower of a boy, and I need a big strong man to keep me safe by his side so that the thirsty savages inside don't try to have their way with little old me!'' He draped himself down along Carter's chest, clinging to the otter's arm and batting a pair of curled eyelashes up at him, those baby blue eyes twinkling from the neon light of the club's sign, before he turned to gaze out at the spectators, batting those eyelashes at a hyena wearing nothing but leather straps as Carter rolled his eyes.

``But you want them to have their way with you.'' Carter pointed out. ``You even call that outfit your `Eat this Fruity Treat' ensemble.'' There was another laugh from the blue jay, who seemed to find the whole debate hilarious.

Maxi's loving smile fell away, leaving a slightly amused smirk pointed right up at Carter. ``Like... DUH, hun.'' He stuck his tongue out. ``But geeze, can't you have a little fun?'' With a giggle, the femme boy pulled himself up off of his best friend. ``I just want a designated driver, and you're the one.''

Carter heaved a sigh. ``Fiiiiine... but only once, and then I'm done.'' Walking ahead of his foxy friend, the otter ran a paw through his hair, trying to flatten it down so it looked at least a little acceptable. Around them, the crowd they'd attracted was dispersing, most of its population walking towards the entrance to that very same club.

``Eee!'' Maxi clapped, before latching onto the otter's arm like a girl against her girlfriend. ``I was afraid you'd turn and run!''

Carter brushed some dust off of his blue jeans. He hadn't dressed up at all tonight. ``Nah, I have to accept that you won.'' They stood in line, waiting as the rhino watching the front door checked IDs.

Maxi's tail twitched as he draped himself off of his straight friend's body to gaze ahead of the line. ``You think I'll see that cute blue-furred bun?''

Arching one eyebrow and smirking back at his friend, Carter snorted with amusement as he replied.  ``What you mean the- uh- Shoot. I can't think of another word that rhymes!'' Maxi's only response was to break into a titter at his rhyming victory, as the girly fox pulled away to stand up on his own weight. As the line moved at a snail's pace, Carter tried to think of something else to do. ``So what's the big deal about this place, break it down for me. Why is it `the hottest Gay Club this side of Boy's Town', anyway?'' He was mildly curious.

And Maxi did so love to gossip. Watching the red fox's eyes light up was a treat. ``Ooo! You mean besides the strippers?''

``Of course there'll be strippers...'' Carter groaned.

But Maxi was undeterred from his desire to spill more tea. ``Well, they've got great mixed drinks and a pretty flexible happy far-longer-than-an-hour... but if I had to take a guess at the real reason...'' The foxboy tilted his head and put his left paw to his chin, stroking it. ``I'd say it's because of the rumor.''

``Rumor?'' Carter frowned. ``What, do people think it's a shady front for a crack house or something?'' The line lurched forward, as they took a few more steps closer to the front doors.

``Foo!'' Maxi gave his friend a playful swat on the shoulder. ``Nothing like that! It's just... they say there's something about the Boner that turns straight guys gay.''

``First off, please don't call it that.'' Carter's brown eyes slid half-shut, as he gave his friend a skeptical glare that could've debunked a god's existence. ``Second off... a magical gay club? REALLY?''

``Yeah, REALLY!'' Maxi stuck his tongue out in response to his friend's deadpan tone. ``Like, a statistically huge number of guys have come out of the closet here since the club opened up way back when. There's math about it somewhere online!'' His tail twitched and wagged behind him, his dress fluffing up down below as he wagged like a happy canid. ``There's all sorts of superstitions about this place turning guys queerer than a fairy. They even used to advertise the club around it!'' He reached into a little white purse to pull out his smartphone. In a matter of moments, he was showing Carter a scan of an old flier showing two maned, male lions holding hands, hearts around them as they gazed longingly into each other's eyes. ``See? This is an ad from back when this place was called `The Lion's Pride', before the old owner died or whatever and new management took over and rebranded. They used to say if you had a straight friend you were crushing on, you brought him here so you two could fall in love and live gaily ever after!''

The sight of the flier and that story provoked a single laugh from the tall otter. ``Hah! So is that why you fought so hard to get me here for a night? Am I gonna make an honest woman out of you, Maxi?''

``Eew!'' The fox stuck his tongue out. ``Ick, no! My penis would fall off first!'' He shook his head. ``I knew you back when you thought it was cool to keep a toothpick in your mouth! As in, WAY TOO LONG! That'd be like fucking my own brother! Why would you even suggest that?''

The two of them stared at each other.

Before breaking into warm, rich laughter.

``Ok, yeah, tell you what. Let's promise not to ever date each other.'' Carter said, wiping a tear of amusement from his right eye. ``Even if this hoax of a `magical gay club' turns out to be true.''

``Yeah, it'd be weird.'' Maxi said with a snicker. ``Besides, you're not my type, hun. I like it when the really big boys sniff around my tail, not you flexible gymnastic sorts.'' He held his front paws up to measure the size of Carter's waist in front of him. ``Why, you're so scrawny you could be a twink!''

``Size queen.'' Carter stuck his tongue out at his buddy, suppressing a snicker.

``Bitch, you know it!'' Maxi stuck his tongue back out at his friend, unable to resist a titter.

Before the Bouncer coughed. ``You're holding up the line.'' The rhino snarled.

And the pair both sheepishly reached for their IDs before the impatient gay guys behind them lynched them for wasting everyone's time.

And behind them, a black wolf with eyes that almost seemed to glow simply chuckled. ``Far from a hoax, little rudderbutt...'' His words were a whisper, easily vanishing amongst the growing din of the crowd in front of him.

-~-

The outside of the ``Throw A Dog A Boner'' could have been a bland, boring bank to Carter, if it weren't for one thing. It was a building of dull pewter bricks, with very few embellishments, not even any noteworthy graffiti. It COULD have been bland, save for a garish Neon sign showing the name of the club and a boy throwing their pet dog a bone. It stood out like a red stain on a white shirt; the metaphor almost perfectly fitting save for the fact that the neon sign seemed to take the implication that it could just be one color as an insult, and fought against it by bathing onlookers in every color of a neon rainbow. It was flashy, it was ostentatious, and it was suggestive.

As the bouncer approved their IDs, Carter was not surprised in the slightest to find out that the club's insides took more after the neon sign than the building's bricks.

Color was everywhere. The dance floor was composed of dull squares that light up into bright colors as the otter walked across them, then faded slowly away as he passed. He left a rainbow as he walked along it. Long stretches of neon light stretched along the edges of the Bar, and a sign advertising alcohol flashed above it, shifting from one color to another. Someone had spray-painted a stencil of two unicorns crossing horns, a rainbow on each of their flanks, along the far wall behind the DJ's booth. And two long platforms stretched out from either side of it, ending in a pole that was painted, predictably, a rainbow. ``It looks like MC Escher vomited all over this place.'' Carter said, rolling his eyebrows as he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music.

``Oh shush, I like the ambiance.'' Maxi said with a swat to his straight friend's shoulder, the fox following him as the pair walked past Go-Go cages rising up out of the floor to approach the bar.

Once they got there, Carter lifted his tail and sat down on a bar stool. ``Just so you know, I'm not gonna leave the bar all night.'' He gazed up at his foxy friend with a smirk.

Who responded with a pout, the orange fox's lower lip puffing out and his whispers twitching. ``Aww, you aren't even going to TRY dancing? Come on, live a little!''

The fox's straight friend held his hands up in front of him. ``Sorry man, I hope you have fun out there, but I don't see a girl in the club, and getting groped, goosed, and grinded into by a bunch of gay guys is your idea of fun, not mine.''

At the implication, Maxi just sniggered. ``I can only hope it goes that well!'' Heaving a sigh, the fox planted his hands on his hips. ``All right, fair enough. I did say I only wanted you along for a designated driver tonight... but, um...'' He leaned forward to kiss Carter on the cheek. ``Thank you for being here, Carter. I feel safer knowing I have a friend looking out for me.''

At the kiss, Carter found himself blushing. ``Y-yeah.'' Every so often Maxi surprised him with a very sweet, vulnerable side underneath all the flirting and teasing. He watched as Maxi ordered a Sex on the Beach in silence, turning to gaze at the barely-dressed bunny boy manning the bar. For a few moments as Maxi was enjoying his drink, Carter just sat there, listening to the music and watching as people began to filter into the club, the dance floor starting to fill up. Once Maxi's glass was empty, Carter waved his arm. ``Alright, go play.''

``Play?!? Am I a child now?'' Maxi stuck his tongue out, jeering at his buddy.

And Carter just grinned back. ``Do you really want me to answer that?''

The fox's tail twitched. ``Not really.''

``Seriously, those are your people. Go have fun, make mistakes, and good luck at getting eaten all up by a big daddy predator.'' Carter said, watching as Maxi sauntered off into the crowd.

Leaving him alone.

-~-

``Here I am on a saturday night. Alone and sober at a gay bar.'' Carter said, sipping a cherry cola and playing a level of Irritated Avians on his smartphone. ``Dancing doesn't appeal, there's only so many sodas I can sip before I start to worry I'll become diabetic, and now I'm so bored I'm talking to myself.'' The only solace the otter had was that no one could probably hear him over the music. It was relatively quieter around the bar, but Carter had learned via his one attempt to strike up a conversation with another bar patron that ``relatively'' didn't count for much. Once the night's festivities had begun in earnest, he'd had to yell just to be heard. ``I guess I could watch my best friend lift his tail as he continues his daddy chasing, or whatever he's doing... but that just feels creepy. So I guess I'm just gonna see how long the battery on my uPhone holds out, huh?.''

His resolution lasted about five minutes.

For lack of anything better to do, Carter scanned the club. Even if it was mostly a sausage party, the otter couldn't deny that he found it at least a bit interesting to watch. There were no shortage of gay guys in flashy, flamboyant costumes, and some of their dance moves were pretty dynamic to watch as well.

He could only watch for so long though, before he saw someone doing something decisively lewd. The second a cock ``slipped'' out of a big boar's jockstrap, Carter tilted his head away from the dance floor and towards the bar...

...and right into a pair of simply lovely coral eyes gazing right at him.

The eye contact was unexpected. Something about it felt like a lightning bolt down the otter's spine. Carter found himself jerking up straight, as if he was about to be chided by his mother for slouching, before he jerked away. ``W-what the hell?'' Slumping down over the bar, Carter patted his chest. Just a moment of gazing into those fuchsia eyes had given him butterflies in his stomach. His heart was racing. The straight man felt almost like he was going to have a heart attack. Worst of all, with just one look, his cock was stiff. ``W-what was up with that? It was like I couldn't look away... no, like I was afraid to look away. Until I did.'' Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Carter loosened his grip on the half-full glass of cherry cola before he shattered it. ``That was fucking weird. I guess after spending half my night around all these gay guys, something's getting to me.'' What was getting to him wasn't something he could articulate. Carter knew he was straight. The otter was far from a virgin, and his last relationship had only ended a month ago, after going on for three years. ``Y-yeah. Vivian was an experience.'' The otter mumbled, as if trying to re-affirm his own heterosexuality by thinking about how that cute otter girl had curves in all the right places.

Before Carter could lose himself in fantasies about his ex-girlfriend, a large glass filled with a blue, yellow, and red beverage clunked down in front of him.

``Enjoy a `Taste the Rainbow' on the house!'' The bunny bartender chirped, his smile set to maximum ``Customer Service'', as he clasped his front paws together in front of his bare chest, silver body glitter twinkling in his white fur. ``Compliments of the handsome gentleman over there!''

Carter reached for the drink, arching one eyebrow. ``Oh, um, actually, I can't-'' As he tried to take the drink, the bunny reached down to put a paw between the glass and Carter's own paw. ``Oh, sorry! I, like, forgot. There was ONE little price I'm supposed to have you pay. Your gentleman wants to see you smile first.''

``Wait, you've got the wrong-'' The otter hesitated. He hadn't been reaching FOR the drink, he'd been reaching to push it back. He was Maxi's designated driver, he wasn't supposed to be having alcohol at all. But the curiosity over who was buying him a drink in the first place got the better of Carter, as he turned to gaze over at "his gentleman".

And gazed right back into those coral eyes.

The color of them seemed to glow and swirl inward as Carter gazed upon them. Just a momentary stare and the otter felt his mind emptying, like he was losing himself in that vibrant purple abyss. A second later, and those eyes tilted away, breaking eye contact. The owner of those eyes was a tall, black furred wolf clad in a fishnet shirt that seemed to shimmer under the dance lights of the club whenever he changed position. He was wearing a black belt with metal studs around his waist, holding a pair of tight black pants up against his body. The canine smirked at Carter, lifting one paw to push his lips apart, fingers curving those same lips up into a ``smile'' while his free paw pointed at it.

Carter's heart was racing again. He had no idea why this man seemed to cause every part of him to tense up, his stomach churning like he wanted to explode. The otter's face felt like it was burning. ``Ah- T-thanks?'' He said, a sheepish, nervous smile creasing his muzzle as the wolf nodded back.

``That'll do! Enjoy the drink, cutie!'' The bartending bunny blew a kiss to Carter before sauntering off.

And the wolf got up from his stool to approach the flabbergasted otter.

``You really should have that drink. You'll be happier when you do.'' The black furred wolf slunk down onto the seat next to Carter, giving a snort as he lifted a paw to signal the bartender. ``Gin. Neat.'' As the bunny bartender hopped to his order, the wolf turned to loom over Carter. ``Unless it's your first time?''

It wasn't often that Carter found himself looking up at someone. And certainly not someone like this wolf. The creature was at least one head taller than he was, with a silver star painted onto the slim face-fur on his left cheek. Trace bits of silver glitter clung to the black fabric of the fishnet top he was wearing, like glittery paint had once coated it but flecked off. Underneath the top, muscles rippled as the creature before him reached out to the shot of gin he'd ordered. The creature chuckled at his teasing taunt to Carter, tail swaying in a lazy wag behind him as he turned to lock eyes with Carter.

Nothing had changed. The predator still had those eyes. Deep pools of swirling purple-pink that Carter felt like he was losing himself in whenever he gazed into them for but a second. ``It- it's my first tim-'' The otter stammered, jerking his head away and shaking it. Why was his heart racing? ``I mean!'' He growled, trying to put his thoughts together to argue a point amidst the fuzzy feeling that came from gazing into those eyes. ``I MEAN that it's my first time at a gay bar, but I've had plenty of time to build up a tolerance to alcohol. See?'' Lifting his glass up, Carter knocked it back, draining a third of his multi-colored ``Taste the Rainbow'' at once. Apparently rainbows tasted cloyingly like grenadine and blueberry, with the taste of the booze only creeping up on him afterwards.

Just like the realization that he was supposed to be Maxi's Designated Driver tonight.

In just one glance into those eyes The otter had forgotten. It hadn't seemed important anymore. And maybe it wasn't such a big deal. He could have one boozy drink and still take Maxi home, right? ``No one has to know...'' Carter mumbled.

The only reaction from the lupine creature sitting next to him was a chuckle. ``Good boy.''

``Isn't that what I'm supposed to call YOU?'' Carter said back, surprising himself at how much like Maxi he'd sounded just then.

The wolf's eyes went wide for a moment, before he laughed. ``Oh! Ouch, that one stung.'' He put a paw to his chest. ``My poor heart, stabbed by a species-ist barb. I could die!'' The creature snickered. ``And what a horrible fate, to die before tasting the lips of that cute creature I'm sitting next to!''

Carter felt his face getting a bit hot, hoping that the blush wasn't visible under his sandy brown fur. ``A horrible fate you'll have to endure. I'm straight. Just here for a friend.''

The wolf said nothing at first as he set his half-finished shot of gin on the counter. ``Oh is that so?'' When he finally did speak, it was with an amused smile widening along his muzzle. ``You have the balls to come here? You've heard the, ah, RUMORS about this place, right?'' Leaning forward, the wolf rested his head in his front paws, elbows propped up against his knees as he watched Carter with those swirling fuschia eyes.

At the question, the otter just rolled his own set. ``Yeah, a gay buddy of mine gave me the whole spiel. And it's bunk. A building can't fuck with someone's head!''

When he'd finished rolling his eyes, Carter found them coming back to gaze into the black-furred wolf's pair, waiting for a response. With a click of his tongue, the wolf nodded. ``Mmm, true. It'd be more likely to be someone in the building.'' As he lost himself in those pools of pink, the otter found himself feeling a bit unbalanced. Like a fog was sweeping into his mind and he didn?t know what footing was safe anymore.

Carter took another sip of his beverage to steady himself. What was it called again? A ``Taste the Cock''? ``Some sort of queer name like that...'' He muttered to himself. It was hard to remember. The foggy, airy, empty-headed feeling in his head didn't go away, and for a moment the otter worried he'd fall over. He didn't. Instead, he just gazed deeper into the wolf's eyes, trying to string a thought together. ``Heeeey... wuz... with your eyes?'' Why were his words slurred? Carter felt like thinking about them had been harder than he'd expected. ``Dat pinky color ain't real... an' tha' swirl...'' It was almost like a real fog dancing circles in the wind, but in his mind.

``Mmm... they are awfully fascinating, aren't they?'' The wolf's tone dripped with amusementdripped amusement. ``A color so vivid. The pattern of the irises, so unique. It shocked me when I first saw them in the mirror.'' Carter heard a snicker, but he could barely tell what was so funny. Thinking was hard with the growing misty cloud rising up in his mind, obfuscating his own thoughts the more the wolf spoke. ``It's easy to just lose yourself staring into them, isn't it? To just keep drinking the alcohol and letting it relax you more and more, as you stare into my pretty eyes.''

The otter found himself taking another sip. His glass was halfway empty now. His body was starting to feel warmer. Like the booze was already kicking in.

``I could say they were custom contact lenses, but contacts don't glow with an eerie witchlight, do they?'' The question barely stirred anything in Carter's mind. Not with his gaze locked with those eyes. ``There we go. You held out for quite some time... usually the Haze Gaze lures people down into a trance with just one or two glances.'' Carter could feel a little bit of drool running down his lower chin. It didn't bother him as long as he kept staring into those eyes. The wolf kept talking. ``You're quite a cute one, aren't you? Yes, the building was right to pair us together. No no, don't try to think about those words. Just listen, relax, and take another sip of your drink.''

Carter listened, relaxed, and took another sip of his drink.

``I'm a bit surprised though... why would a gay boy like you say he was straight?'' The wolf's tone was teasing.

For a moment, Carter frowned. He wasn't gay, but the thought made his cheeks a bit hotter. He felt like his sexuality was supposed to matter for some reason. He wanted to say something in response.

But the wolf was speaking again, and those words and his pretty eyes seemed to push more and more fog into the otter's mind, clouding his feelings until he couldn't see them anymore. ``Yes, you're gay. Don't worry too much about it. It'll get easier to accept the longer we do this.'' A murr escaped the wolf's lips. ``My name is Sterling. What is yours, otter-boi?''

``O-otter-boi...'' Carter mumbled in response, his eyes glazed over with a haze as thick as the clouds clogging his mind. The teasing comment made the building heat within his cheeks grow. His whole body started to feel hot. As if he were becoming lit aflame by the man's words, by the wolf's touch. As Carter grew hotter, his cock stiffening, the fog was starting to feel more like a pink-purple smoke than dull gray-white clouds of moisture.

As if his whole mind was on fire, the smoke choking Carter's very thoughts and coating what it left behind in a fuchsia ash.

``That's not your name, is it? I could make it your name...'' Another murr escaped the wolf, as Carter felt a paw rubbing against his thigh. It felt too good for him to stop relaxing and push Sterling's paw off. ``But no, I want your actual name. What is it?'' Each gentle grope kindledkindling the fires, making the smoke build and build.

``C-Carter.'' Said the otter who was too deep in a trance to realize he'd said his own name.

``Good otter-boi. Take another sip of your drink.'' In his peripheral vision, Carter saw the wolf reach for his own shot of gin and finish it. His gaze never broke from Sterling's pretty swirling eyes. ``It helps you relax deeper. Helps the magic work faster.''

Carter finished his glass. The pink-purple smoke in his mind swirled gently, staining any thought he attempted to make in that fabulously fruity color. Outwardly, his mind was relaxed, his jaw slack. A bit more drool ran down his lips as Sterling's paw moved up his thigh to his crotch.

``Tch. That won't do. You're a bit TOO relaxed.'' The wolf sighed. ``What do you say we go someplace a bit more private, otter-boi?'' A black fuzzy finger reached up to stroke the underside of Carter's chin. The touch was another spark of heat. Another point of his very being lit on pinkish-purple fire. Another point where the smoke would build. Between his thighs, Carter felt his cock pushing against his pants a bit more with every stroke. ``There we go! I was trying too hard to get you relaxed... and not enough to excite you. Stand up, otter-boi.''

The entranced otter-boi did so.

Sterling's eyes seemed to twinkle as they swirled, the hazy irises always spinning inward, pulling Carter's thoughts down the drain at the center of them. ``Put your arms on my shoulders. Grip gently, and follow me.''

And the entranced otter-boi complied.

Sterling was walking backwards along the bar, leading Carter as their gazes never broke. ``See? Just two gay guys lost in each other's pretty eyes.'' Sterling's voice felt like a gentle pet along his thigh. ``Sneaking into one of the back rooms to hook up.'' The wolf pushed them both past a flapping, unsecured, ``Employees Only'' door and into a hallway, strippers fanning out around them both to let them pass. Carter barely noticed them. Looking away from Sterling's eyes was almost unthinkable, as they rotated with those hazy colorful lights. ``There's a room back there with lots of girly stuff in it. I should know. It's my soon-to-be ex's dressing room.'' Carter watched the pretty fuchsia spirals. ``It's going to destroy him. And I'll feel like shit afterwards too. I honestly thought I loved him. But I think I have to make him my Ex now. Because just one glance at how pretty, faggy, and gay you are, otter-boi, and suddenly I can't live without you. Tell me the three things I said you are, Carter?''

Pretty.

Faggy.

Gay.

Each of those words caused the purple-pink smoke to grow thicker inside Carter's mind. ``Puh-pretty...'' he slurred, as Sterling stopped in front of a door. Just the thought of the word sent a tingle down his shaft. ``Faggaaaaagie...'' The repeated word was almost a moan, and as he finished it Carter felt a spurt of precum spatter against the crotch of his boxer shorts. Within him, the smoke churned. Choking any thought that tried to form within it. Coating everything he was with a pink, purple ash. ``Guhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!'' The last word really WAS a moan, as Carter felt his cock pushing against Sterling's paw, the black wolf's fingers spreading to stroke at different bits of it through the moistening tent in his pants.

A door opened behind Sterling. Leading into a dressing room. One with a large pink couch on it that Sterling was guiding them both towards. ``Mmm... it feels so good to be a gay little otter-boi, doesn't it?'' Even though he was lost in those eyes, even in the throes of a deep hypnotic trance, Carter could feel the wolf's fingers teasing at his head, reinforcing those words. Yes, it felt so VERY good to be a gay little otter-boi... that thought slipping into his mind like like smoke into his lungs, staining more and more of him with that fuschia dust. Each new thought the wolf fed into his mind changed him a bit more. ``That's how it works, Carter.'' Sterling was breathing a bit heavily. He sat down on the couch, pulling Carter down to rest his butt on the bigger male's tented lap. ``I know because I'm the Dom. When the Club picks you to be the Dom in the new relationship, you just suddenly KNOW these things.'' Sterling growled, grinding his crotch against the otter's asscheeks as he stroked at Carter's cock. ``The Club's cursed. Very old magic. But the magic works through the people it selects. Through us both. You're my new Sub, and I'm your new Dom. We don't get to choose. And the longer I keep humping you, the less I mind being it's puppet like this.''

Suddenly the strokes to his cock stopped. Carter found himself whining for a moment, not certain why Sterling stopped rubbing his wonderful, amazing fingers against the otter's shaft. The sound of a zipper and the feeling of pressure on his cock easing up clarified it.

Sterling was stripping his pants off.

``Let go of me for a moment and stand up. Never leave my gaze.'' The wolf commanded, and as the entranced Carter obliged, he felt his pants slipping to the floor. ``Boxer shorts?'' Sterling growled. ``No, no... my kinky little otter-boi never wears boxers. He's not the `man' in this relationship.'' The wolf reached around to cup at Carter's ass cheeks, squeezing them through the offending underwear. ``Repeat after me, Carter: `I love wearing pretty panties because they make my ass look so cute and fuckable.' I want to hear you say it.''

Pretty.

That word again. The coral smoke that was changing him, warping him, grew stronger as the blaze burned on inside the man. Carter shuddered, feeling his cock twitch. ``I- I love wearing prehaAH-'' He stopped only because he felt Sterling's finger pushing against his tailhole. When had it gotten there? Another spark to kindle a fire within him, his tailhole getting hotter, the fires spreading to it. The smoke building further in his mind. ``-wearing pretty panties because they make my ass look so cute and fuckable.''

Pretty.

It was as if saying the word himself, perhaps saying the whole sentence out loud, made it true. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, or a magic spell to go with Sterling the Wolf's magic eyes. Suddenly the boxers against his body felt wrong. For the first moment since they'd been at the bar, Carter's muzzle contorted into a frown as his mind stirred within the pink smoke choking and changing it. Why was he wearing these icky boys underwear? ``I- S-Sterling, I want-''

A black fuzzy finger to his lips. ``Shush. I know what you need, otter-boi.'' The boxers were tugged down his thighs. In his peripheral vision, Carter saw the big black wolf hold up a pair of pink panties, a little red heart printed on the center of the ass. ``We'll put them on you in a moment. But before that...'' The black wolf leaned forward towards Carter's crotch, for the first time breaking eye contact. What he did there coaxed a groan out from between Carter's lips. A wave of heat washed over Carter as he felt the wolf's tongue circling his shaft, licking up any precum he'd dribbled all over himself. And then, a moment later, the wolf pulled back and licked his lips. ``That's much better. My cute little otter-boi was starting to dribble all over the floor! Silly little ditzy otter-boi, I can't have you making a mess here... it's not our room.'' Sterling growled as he gazed back up at the entranced otter, those swirling eyes helping him sink back into a full trance, suppressing the discomfort that had started to stir Carter out of the hypnotized mindset. ``Do not let your gaze break from mine, but step out of the boxers and into these panties. The first of what you'll be wearing for the rest of our lives together.''

As the sleek, silk panties slipped up Carter's thighs, tightly gripping his ass, he let out a soft little coo that sounded so deep and masculine it almost felt wrong coming from someone in pink silk panties. But they felt so good against his ass.

``Good otter-boi.'' Sterling rubbed at his cheeks through the panties, before moving around to let his finger circle the head of Carter's cock. ``You look so much better in those.'' He growled up at the otter. ``So deep... so relaxed... so happy to be back in girly panties where you belong.'' With each circle of that finger sending another sliver of pleasure up Carter's spine, he was more and more certain that he DID belong in panties just like Sterling had said he did. ``I can't wait to see you dressed up in a whole girly outfit, lifting your skirts with your tail and flashing your panties like a faggy little gay fuckboi out on the dance floor.''

Faggy.

The pressure of the smoke grew in his mind. ``F-faaaaaahhhhhgggiee...'' Carter's head thrashed and moaned as the weight of the word, and the feel of Sterling teasing his cockhead, sent a flash of pleasure up his mind.

The wolf standing up next to him, their bodies close, his tenting pants grinding against Carter's new panties. ``Oh, you like that word, don't you?'' Those eyes kept any attempt at resistance in Carter's mind smothered. Not that there was much left within him to resist. ``Me too. I used to think it was offensive. Until tonight.'' Carter could feel those big strong lupine arms wrapping around his slender frame. The wolf smelled like cedar and ginger. And lust, underneath it all. ``The Club is warping us.'' Sterling shuddered, grinding against Carter as the otter continued to lose more of himself in that fuschia gaze. Until, for a moment, the wolf blinked, and suddenly there were yellow-gold eyes staring at Carter instead of purple-pink ones. ``It's- it's evil. It takes men and burns away anything it doesn't want about them and then replaces it with what it wants you to be. It's been like that since the old owner summoned something he couldn't control. Something meant to make his gay club a roaring success back when gay guys had to hide what they were.'' The smoke in Carter's mind was starting to clear, as he blinked and stared at Sterling. Thinking was still hard, but he felt like the wolf was trying to say something important, fighting to say it. ``An incubus. The demon's gone, but the magic it was made to place on the building lingers. Its power, its taint, its curse lingering like radiation in the building. The curse of Jau'Andus-''

And then, the wolf blinked again.

And those pretty purple-pink swirling voids, the Haze Gaze, luring those lost in it down into the void of inky darkness at the center of it, returned. ``Actually... who cares? He's gone now. The owner too.'' Sterling growled, reaching down to grope at Carter's ass as the otter found himself sinking back down into that dreamy, pleasurable trance. Their cocks rubbing against each other through their clothes. Staining their outfits with sex as Carter felt his balls churn, the heat growing. ``All that matters is me. My wants. My desires. And those of my new Sub.'' Fingers from the wolf's paw slid between Carter's cheeks. ``The Sub I get to turn into my own special fruity, slutty, faggy little subby otter boy.'' Pushing at his tailhole. Stretching at his pucker.

Faggy.

Carter yowled in bliss at the touch, his cock twitching as he came to that word filling his mind with a puff of coral smoke. ``Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah!'' He churred, body trembling as he soaked his pretty panties. Thoughts of walking out onto the dance floor of the Boner in his pink panties, a short skirt not even covering them, two silver stars placed over his bare nipples to match the one on Sterling's cheek as he swayed his ass, a lure to draw big strong males over to take a bite out him. Or perhaps to put something into him instead. The thoughts felt so intense, burning him like fire, the purple-pink smoke getting thicker and thicker in his brain as he blew his load into his panties, his eyes never leaving contact with Sterlings.

Who simply chuckled. ``My little otter-boi has such a hair trigger down there, doesn't he?'' As that paw began to slide out from between Carter's cheeks. ``Rrr... to tell the truth, I'm pretty worked up myself. The corruption is almost complete. The smoke is...'' Sterling let out a sigh, purple-pink smoke flowing from his muzzle, rising up around him. ``...lifting... just like my cock, heh.'' The big back wolf took another few moments to milk another moan or two out of Carter, who seemed to squirm and shudder with every touch. ``Let's get my otter-boi dressed for a night at the club.'' The wolf walked around his otter, letting Carter stand there in a haze of lusty pleasure, jaw slack as he stood there without a thought in his smoggy little empty head.

Eye contact had been broken. Yet the pleasant buzz of the afterglow almost seemed to replace it. The otter's mind still felt clouded over in smoke, even as a few feeble thoughts, like the gasp of a dying man, fought to the surface. Carter blinked a few times. ``I- guh... wha wuzzz I doin'?'' He managed to stammer out, a frown creasing his muzzle. He remembered Sterling's paw on his cock. Teasing every last drop of cum out into his panties. And all of a sudden, he missed it. A new thought entered his mind: where was the wolf going? Why was his new boyfriend not right there, toying with his body?

That thought made Carter blink. ``B-boyfriend? I have a-''

For a moment the very idea of it confused him. As if he weren't supposed to. But as the thought began to question the notion, Carter searched his mind and found no reason why having a boyfriend SHOULD be wrong. Turning around, moving on his own for the first time, Carter scanned the room for the boyfriend he was still confused about having. ``Sterling? Love? What are you doing?'' The word `love' just fell out from his lips so easily, pouring out along with purple-pink smoke he didn't notice was flowing out of his muzzle. After another moment, the faggy otter finally caught sight of his man.

The big black wolf was hunched over, rooting through a large wooden chest. Tossing aside what looked like clothing items. ``I'm just looking for the gayest outfit I can find in these stage clothes.'' With a growl, the wolf turned his head back, one paw cupping his crotch, stroking his shaft through pants soaked with his own precum. ``When I show my new Sub off, I want the whole Boner to know I have the sexiest boi in the whole club.'' With his free hand, he held out a pale pink feather boa.

``O-oooooo!'' Carter gasped, one last little trickle of fuschia gas rising from his lips as he stared at the accessory. Just the thought of playing dress-up doll for that big bad wolf, his body a canvas for displaying Sterling's desires, made his soft cock drool a bit more spunk into his panties.

A wide, fangy grin of sharp white teeth creased Sterling's lips. ``I thought that'd make you cream your panties, otter-boi.'' He curled a finger. ``Now come here. Let's get you ready for your big debut...''

-~-

The music on the dance floor had stopped. The lights had been dimmed down low, faint rainbow hues contrasting the shadowed bodies of men of all shapes, sizes, and species, pausing from their gyrations to look around for why the beat had stopped.

Backstage, standing in front of an arch usually reserved for strippers working for the `Throw A Dog a Boner', Carter blushed as he felt Sterling's paw sliding down his right cheek. The big wolf was standing behind his new boyfriend, stiffy pushing between the otter's cheeks. ``I- I don't know, love. Everyone's going to s-stare-''

``I called in a favor from the DJ for this.'' Sterling said, the Dom giving his new Sub a light thrust. Carter shuddered as a gentle ``chrr'' noise escaped his lips from the feeling of that lupine shaft spreading his cheeks. ``Don't get cold feet now.'' The wolf lifted his muzzle up to whisper into Carter's right ear. ``I want this. And I know deep down, you want this too.'' One of the wolf's paws wrapped around to slide down Carter's chest, fingers leaving tingling, teasing touches against his skink. ``You want to show the whole world how Pretty you are. How Faggy you are.'' Each word sent another shudder of pleasure down Carter's spine and up his cock, straining against his new panties. ``You want to show the new world that my thirsty little slut of a boyfriend is inescapably, undeniably, irrefutably...''

``Gay.''

That last word turned a key in his mind. Carter's breathing quickened as he felt a spurt of precum spattering against the second pair of panties he'd ever known, just from the feelings that stirred within him. Yes, he was gay. How could he ever have doubted it? Sterling's touch, his scent, that teasing tone of his voice... Everything about the big black wolf seemed calibrated to push Carter over the cliff of heterosexual masculinity and into the glittering, glamorous, GAY void below. His slender body trembling, his small four inches of shaft hard as diamond, Carter nodded. ``Y-yeah... yeah, I do...'' He found himself agreeing with Sterling. The people out there thought he was some silly straight stick in the mud.

He was about to prove them wrong.

Carter's new boyfriend pushed him forward with another thrust of his hips, this one forceful enough to send the otter-boi stumbling forward. ``Go on, then. I'll work the microphone and join you once all eyes are on the Club's newest treat.''

The otter gave a yelp as he stumbled forward, almost tripping over. Sterling was always so rough with how he handled his Sub. Sooner or later Carter was going to have to tell him to stop. Whenever it stopped being hot as hell, at least. Recovering, he strode forward, each step forward lighting up the LED tiles beneath his footpaws.

``Gentledoms and sluts...'' All eyes were on him, staring up at him, as Carter sauntered out. ``It is my pride to introduce the Boner's newest Sub...'' And why wouldn't all eyes be on him, the way the otter was dressed? ``CARRRRRRRRRTEEEEER!'' The slender boi wore a silvery-pink woman's teddy, the gleaming metallic fabric running down just far enough to partially cover his ass. A pair of falsies bounced with every step against his chest, rubbing at two little silver star stickers Sterling had covered his nipples with. Carter wasn't eager to peel those off... but at the same time part of him kind of wanted to know what it'd feel like. As he walked down the rainbow runway, the otter's plump hips swayed back and forth, making the loose lower parts of the teddy bounce up and down against his hips.

Sterling was likely stroking himself off, seeing the display. As Carter hit the edge of the runway, lingering against a stripper's pole, the wolf was speaking again. ``This silly twink actually thought he was straight! But we know better, don't we folks? No twink this pretty could ever really pleasure a women!'' A gasp echoed out from the crowd as Carter leaned into the pole, turning his backside to the crowd as his plump rudder of a tail lifted. Tucked firmly against his cheeks was a bright purple thong, tight enough that anyone watching him could see his balls struggling to stay within the fabric. The thong pulled his cheeks just apart enough that the crowd could see his pucker, outlined in the material. Carter flexed it, with a giggle. He really was pretty, wasn't he? Turning his head back to face the crowd, he gave them a flash of bedroom eyes, licking at the cherry red lipstick on his plump lips, wondering what a dick would feel like pushed between them.

``Look at him pose and primp! Only a real faggy twink could lift his tail so shamelessly!'' As lewd and flirty as Carter felt at the moment, his boyfriend's voice still could make him blush. Falling to his knees, Carter planted his ass right at the edge of the walkway, tail still lifted. ``And what a body to pose with! Go on, give those cheeks a feel!''

The paws of strangers began to explore Carter's lower regions. Firm grips groping his asscheeks. Fingers sliding along his tailhole, through the fabric of his panties. Light squeezes at his balls. Every touch made him lift his head up to moan and groan.

The lights were turning back on. The DJ was about to start the music again. They didn't have much time left.

``But what's this? Carter's stopped dancing!'' The wolf announced for the crowd, his microphone gripped in one paw. ``Well... this is his first night being Gay... I think he might just need to rehydrate!''

Gay.

The word resounded in Carter's mind, making another light moan of pleasure escape his lips as his cock smeared precum against the inside of his pretty purple panties. As the thump of the Bass began, the otter-boi slid off the walkway, landing on all fours in front of a crowd of men. ``Let's show him what kind of drinks we have for a thirsty boi!'' Sterling announced with a cackle, as he dropped the microphone to walk towards Carter.

The otter looked up from his position on the floor, finding himself surrounded on three sides by dicks: Pointed feline pricks. Knotted canine shafts. Human cocks with their mushroom-like heads swollen and drooling. All around him, he could smell the musk of horny, amorous, GAY males. All of that meat on the marketon market. Just waiting for him to try a mouthful.

It felt right.

He'd never felt this right before back when he thought he was a silly straight boy...

Instead of the glittering, fabulous, faggy otter with a man's dick in his mouth. His muzzle gently slid back and forth, tongue wrapping around the underside of the shaft. If his gaze just tilted upwards Carter might've seen a face to go with that cock. He didn't want to. The fact that he didn't know made it hotter for the new Sub. Like he was just a toy, a plaything, for bigger, stronger, hornier men to play with. As he swallowed his first cock, Carter's front paws were both up on either side of him. One was rubbing a big dalmatians? fire hydrant. Carter could feel it dribbling onto his paw, and hear the canine's howls of glee. The other was stroking and fondling at another man's balls. A paw pressed into the back of the otter's head, as Carter felt his jaw stretched while he plunged down onto the cock he'd been sucking. The man thrust into him, the salty musk of the big male's balls tingling in the otter's nostrils. He began to wonder if his boyfriend would smell that alluring. But only for a moment.

The man he was sucking off grunted, his body stiffening against Carter's snout, before a spray of salty, oily cum splattered against the otter's tongue. His cheeks puffed out as he tried to catch the whole load in his mouth. But there wasn't enough room. Some of it bubbled out around his lips, dribbling down his chin.

The taste of another man's climax was exquisite. A taste so addictive that Carter never wanted to be without it for more than a day ever again.

In just another moment, the otter felt the dalmatian he'd been jacking off blow his load, the warm, slick seed spurting and spattering against his muzzle. One side of Carter felt drenched in overflow. And as he swallowed the first orgasm he'd ever had in his muzzle, Carter only regretted that the load had been on his face and not INSIDE it.

He slid off of the male's shaft, as Carter looked over towards the feline he'd been teasing. ``Ooo, does the kitty have some cream for me?'' He opened his muzzle wide, some white spunk dribbling down his upper lip to spatter against his chin. The cat was eager to give him his treat, as another cock pushed inside him. Someone else, outside the range of his vision, climaxed all over his head. Carter could feel it soaking into his hair. Some of these men were climaxing just at the sight of the new gay otter pup whoreshipping at the alter of Fag for the first time.

``Excuse me, booooooys!'' Slurred words shouted from behind the crowd. The voice sounded familiar, but Carter didn't pay them much mind at first. They weren't a cock for him to play with. ``I heeeeeaaaard there's, like, a new Sub an' I gotta make sure he doesn- he does- he don' steal mah show!''

Maxi? The name sounded oddly familiar, but that notion only existed in the faggy otter's mind for a second before a large meaty cock fucked it out of his mind by slapping gently into his face. Some big horny brown bear was looming over him, his cock already slick with precum, as if he'd been jerking himself off while waiting his turn. He probably had been, or so Carter decided as he licked his tongue along the underside of that big slab of meat. As worked up as Carter was, all he could think about was cock. Just touching this big bear dick gave him a hot flush of pleasure. The taste of it made him shudder and shut his eyes involuntarily, his cock spurting out another dribble of precum.

As he felt his tongue curling around the big bear's meaty shaft, suddenly he felt it touching another tongue. The surprise was enough to make his eyes jerk open. On the opposite side of him was a bright orange furred fox, a blue dress draped along the vixen-boi's body as he crouched opposite of Carter. The confusion was likely evident on his face, as the fox just giggled and pulled gently away from the cock. ``Gotta make sure all these big boys get a good show. And mark my territory as the hardest working slut in here, cute as you are.'' The fox murred, reaching over to rub at one of Carter's thighs. ``Come on, cutey. Let's give this big bear a moment he'll never forget.'' That orange paw coaxed Carter back onto the cock, not that he needed much provocation. The two femboys kissed each other around the bear's cock, writhing their tongues to wrestle with each other.

The grunts from the male they were servicing grew more rapid, the brown bear's breathing more heavy.

The fox boy reached down to take one of Carter's paws, lifting it up to move it to the big bear's ball sack, as if teaching him something. The pair of them rubbed and stroked at the bruin's sack while they kissed and sucked on either side of his cock. Until finally their efforts were rewarded by a loud groan, before the bear's cock shot a geyser of cum across the clearing, getting almost three feet away from him.

As the bear backed away, the otter felt his mouth feeling woefully empty. He needed more cock. His own balls ached and churned as he found himself unable to think about anything else but filling his muzzle with more meat. No one was coming forward to replace the bear, however. Which led to him gazing over towards the fox kneeling opposite to him. ``Cock?'' He said dreamily, hoping the femme fox would stand up and give him a taste.

Instead, Carter's thirsty trance was broken when he felt his backside being hefted up. With both his arms in use teasing other men, the otter almost fell forward and slapped his face into the puddle of jizz on the floor. Fortunately, there were a few other pairs of big strong arms holding him up until he could get on all fours. In surprise, he gazed up at the drunk fox boy, who was being lifted up himself, his dress pulled up and his panties pulled down. They were almost like mirrors of each other.

``You're a natural cocksucker, babe.'' Sterling growled from behind him, as Carter felt his new boyfriend peeling his pretty purple panties down his thighs. ``But I had you sit on your ass for one reason... because I wanted the first ride to be mine. You've had me rock hard since I first saw you...'' the wolf growled, as Carter felt something firm and fleshy pushing between his cheeks. ``Don't worry... I'm not knotting you. This time.'' The big black wolf's head kissed Carter's tail, sending a chill running up his spine and a huff escaping from his lips. ``There's plenty of other males out there wanting to stretch your hole. And I'm getting twenty bucks for every guy who pumps a load into your fresh boi-pussy for your first night. Looks like your foxy friend over there is getting a chance to have some fun too.'' Sterling slapped his boyfriend on the ass, while grinding back and forth, getting Carter's tailhole properly stretched.

``Aaah, b-breed me, love...'' Carter moaned, relaxing his backdoor. A low moan made him gaze up to see that `Maxi' fox he almost felt like he remembered with a euphoric glazed expression on his muzzle as a big wolverine male was fucking his ass while tugging on his tail. But Carter didn't pay him much attention once he felt the first thrust against his tailhole from Sterling. There was something romantic and sensual about his first time being deflowered coming from the wolf the Club had ensured he couldn't live without. As Carter felt that lupine shaft impale him, a flash of pain hit... and then after it a rush of pleasure, more intense than any sensation he'd felt being balls deep inside a woman. HOW it felt that good seemed obvious: The Club had corrupted his body as much as it had his mind. Reworked the otter's body until he was MADE for this.

He knew it was so wrong. But it felt so right.

``Nnnngh, not going to last long, this backed-erf!'' Sterling grunted, his fat prick sawing against Carter's prostate. ``B-backed up...'' He hadn't joked about being horny all night. Carter felt his tailhole being pumped into slowly, the wolf's plump balls slapping against his ass. He could feel every inch of that rock hard slab of meat within him... but he wanted more. The otter boy thought about what he could do to entice his lover for a moment, before deciding to help his lover along. Leaning forward, he pushed his muzzle into the fox boy's own, the two sissy-bois making out for a crowd while each of them were having their asses bred. A whine of need from behind him told the femme otter that his new boyfriend was enjoying that sight, especially since it came with the big wolf fucking him quickening his pace faster and faster. Carter had been straight once (though he didn't really see why he'd bothered anymore). He knew what that quickening pace meant.

Sterling's body went stiff against the otter's formerly-virgin rump.

And the big bad wolf howled as he pumped his spunk into his new Sub of a boyfriend.

As he did, Carter felt a rush of pleasure as the warmth of his wolven lover's juices stretched his insides as Sterling emptied his balls. He shuddered, feeling his own set of dangling bits churning. He hadn't cum yet.

But that was good, something told him. It kept him randy to service more men. A howling moan from before him told the otter that his foxy friend had just spurted his own load.

``Fffffuck... you've got a good, tight hole, otter-boi...'' Carter could hear Sterling panting, as that wonderful wolven cock slid out of his ass, walking over to stand by the otter's head and rubbing some of the spunk into his skin. ``I'm going to enjoy stretching you again and again and again...''

``Wha-wait... Carter? L-like my Carter?!?''

A shocked, shrill yelp dragged Carter's attention away from his aching, churning balls as he looked up. The foxy friend he'd been playing with was still being humped himself, but was now looking at the otter with a look of shock and horror, not lust or euphoria.

The sight was strange enough that it jolted something in the otter's mind, made something stir through the haze of horny need. Ah yes, he remembered Maxi, if he thought about it...

Carter giggled, smearing men's cum around his lips like another layer of lipstick, as he gazed back at his friend while the fox was being rammed. ``Oh hey, Maxiiiiieeee... <3'' The otter lifted one arm up to wave a paw at his cutey friend he really should've fucked by now. As a big horny rhino stepped up to push inside Carter's stretched cheeks, he nuzzled up against Sterling's thigh while his boyfriend collected payment for using his slutty otter hole.

``Have you met my new boyfriend?''

THE END!

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