As he tied his shoes, looking at the clock hanging on his bedroom wall, Samuel, a rather petite young white human with slicked back blond hair was smiling in anticipation, excited to get out the door as quick as possible.
He waited on his boyfriend, Jerald, a taller and more masculine black human, to finish up in the shower, but the party wasn't going anywhere and he was patient, although Sam didn't share that patience.

"Babe, come ooonnnn!" Sam said as he tapped on the bathroom door, bouncing in place.
"Just a few seconds love, gettin' my hair dried up." Jerald replied through the muffled wood of the door, drying his short hair with a towel.
"Dylan's gonna be here any secconnddd." The petite human whined in reply, checking his phone, a text from Dylan, a Bengal tiger and co-worker to him reading "b there in 10", that was about 20 minutes ago.

In this city, and most of the world, humans and anthros lived together, and up until recently, not harmoniously, there were civil rights marches, groups of anthro and human alike working day and night, and after years of battling for it, the Interspecies Act of 2003 had passed, now it was just the social norm for humans and anthro to coexist, give or take a few conservative opinions that differ.
And Sam loved that idea, he was watching the television when the Rottweiler congressman shook hands with the human President, and his imagination went wild, but who'd of thought his love would be a human, sure a black, studly, muscular human, but with all that potential, it was odd yet felt right.

Now that was fifteen years ago, and here he was, going to an interspecies club with his boyfriend, all at the request of a tiger he kind of, but hardly knew, but hey, those comp coupons weren't going to spend themselves, and Jerald seemed to be optimistic.
Years had gone by and many many temptations had passed over Sam's mind, a few hitons and flirts, and one handjob under the pants for a needy German Shepard a few years back, but after an explosive argument about the "Fucked up morals" of being lewd with an anthro from Jerald, he had gotten past those urges, he was a human, and would stay loyal to his human mate.

"here" buzzed Sam's phone, as the bathroom door opened, the now clean and dressed Jerald walking through and hugging Sam warmly.
"He's herrreee" Whined Sam, pulling back from the hug out of excitement.
"I figured." Jerald sighed in response.
He didn't like that Dylan, not one bit, he didn't like the way Dylan smiled, or made jokes about his boyfriend's fleshy body, it just rubbed him the wrong way, and he never did forget that dog back in 08', but he forgave, and it's all in the past, Sam knew his opinions of interspecies bullshit, and it's a dead issue.

The pair finished dressing and descended the stairs, 
exiting the house and walking to the sedan parked out front, Dylan smiling at the pair and waving his hand.
"Your chariot hath arrived." the Tiger said with a smirk, beeping the horn.
"Joy." Jerald said firmly, entering the back seat.
"Shotty!" an excited Sam said, hopping into the passenger seat of the car.

"Jesus christ, I can *smell* him..." Sam thought, the scent of the Tiger obvious in the car, his body shivering slightly as he bit his lip, the urge hitting him as it always had, thankfully Dylan was a coworker, there's no chance.
"So what's the fur to human ratio of this joint anyway?" Asked Jerald from the back.
"Dunno, first time going in like two years, but last I checked we might have you cornered fleshy." Dylan replied, his grin increasing as he looked Jerald down in the rear view mirror.

The feeling was mutual, the dislike of course, Dylan disliked humans for the most part, he never cared for big strong guys who thought they were top of the food chain, and knowing with one quick motion of his wrist and pointy sharp claws, that Jerald could be a memory, made him dislike the arrogant human supremist that much more, luckily for him however, he did have a bit of a soft spot for Sam, after having to hear his workplace complaints about his boyfriend, his bubbly twinky personality was what Dylan liked, mostly in bunnies, but hey, a cute little human is fine too.
"Wonderful." Jerald replied with a disinterested sigh, looking out the window.

As they arrived in the parking lot of the club, Dylan decided he wanted to test a little theory, as he turned the engine off, he sat back in the driver's seat and stretched, his right hand paw just out of view to the back seat's occupant, resting directly on the smaller, petite human's leg.
Sam nearly coughed in surprise, looking down at the large feline's hand on his leg, his lip being bitten nearly to the point of breaking skin.
"Shall we?" Dylan asked, looking into Sam's eyes with a dominant glare, as he removed his hand and exited the car.

"You alright love, you seem a bit off..." Jerald asked Sam, as the three walked toward the door, noticing that his man had been walking awfully close to the Tiger.
'*No, I'm not.*' Sam thought to himself, '*I've just been touched by this stud of a tiger, and I'm thankful my endowment has always been a bit smaller, given I'm rock solid right now and you'd have a fucking fit if you saw...*'
"I'm fine." Sam replied, his face a light bit flushed, praying he didn't notice.

The line seemed dead, given today was a walk-in day, no bouncer waited at the front door, and the three walked into the club, the lights nearly blinding to Jerald, but enjoyed by Sam and Dylan, the bass thumping through their chests as they handed their coats to a feminine bunny at the coat check counter.
"Hey there stripes, good seeing you again~" The bunny said softly, handing each of the three a tag for their coats.
"Mmm...we'll do more than see eachother...you remember the deal right...?" Dylan grinned widely, leaning into the bunny over the counter, pecking his cheek while intentionally looking at Jerald.
Jerald sighed and walked away quickly, finding a place to sit down.

The Bunny nodded and winked "Sure do, see you soon big guy~" 
Dylan turned on his heels and looked around, noticing Sam was at his side, yet Jerald seemed to have vanished.
...Perfect
"Hey, now, go have a ball, if you need me, I'll be in VIP." Dylan said, handing Sam a golden receipt, that was tucked under his coat tag.
"Oh, uh, o-okay!" Sam said, bewildered at the atmosphere, half naked furs and humans alike, stomping and dancing in rhythm, drinking, and he even spotted a long haired otter making out lustfully with a large bear, near a lit hookah.

He would of stared at the scenes for hours if his phone's buzz didn't distract him, reading the text, Jerald's contact showed and a message with it 'At bar, this is really awkward hope ur having fun' 
Yeah, he was, and he was getting more and more tired of his boyfriend's specist ways, he was an amazing man, great in bed and well endowed for sure, but that one negative was just ridiculous.
'yeah just exploring a bit' Sam replied quickly, tucking his phone back in his pocket as he walked down to the main area of the club.
--

"Hey skinny~" Said a voice behind Sam, he turned to match the glare of the bunny from earlier, his long ears and smile comforting to see.
"Oh hey, uh..." Sam said. "Regis, but the boys call me Cotton." the Bunny replied, bowing.
"I'm Sam, nice to meet you." Sam said.
"Heading to VIP? I'll escort you, I already had took the liberty to inform your boyfriend." Cotton said with a smile.
By inform, he made sure that Jerald understood a few little things were going to happen, Sam had won a free VIP day, and that he need not worry, Dylan was Cotton's boyfriend, and had no interest in humans.

As the pair walked into the curtained off VIP section, it was clear the bunny's agenda had a little more in mind.
Sex, by definition, was the first word that hit Sam's mind, and my god there was sex, in one corner of the room, an antelope was sucking eagerly along the cock of an erect human, nearly identical to Jerald's look, although clearly more accepting, in another area, a dragon was thrusting into the warm wooly hole of a sheep boy, who moaned louder than the rest, a few humans and furs watching and cheering.

"Wh-What..." Was all that Sam could muster saying as the bunny chuckled at his side, leading him to a door, and opening it. "Just have a ball, I covered for you, remember...?" 
As the door opened, Sam nearly fainted, inside the room was a small twin mattress, a few chairs, a stereo matched to the music of the dance floor, and a fully naked, erect, Dylan, laid out on the bed, his head turning to face the door and a smile spreading over his face.
"Thanks Cotton, I owe ya." He said, sitting up slightly.

"Go easy on this one~" Cotton said, shutting the door behind Sam after giving the human a light push inside.
Now he was alone, with this large predator tiger, and he felt so many conflicting emotions, excitement, nervousness, all of it melting away as the Tiger began to speak.
"You must think I'm dense, or blind." Dylan said, laying back in his bed, stretching his legs out, his large feline toes and pawpads splaying out.
"W-What? No!" Sam mustered up, finding himself walking toward the tiger, that scent, god that scent, it was even stronger without the clothes in the way.

"I can see the way you eye me up boy, the way you want me." Dylan said, baring his teeth as his member twitched.
That cock, that fucking *cock*, it was unreal, he had seen porn for sure, and even rubbed a canine, but that tiger shaft, it had to be ten inches long, thick as a soda can, and those spikes, while painful seemed so inviting.
"I...Jerald...I can't..." Sam said, gaining a bit of composure looking at the door behind him, Dylan simply growling and placing his hands behind his head.

"What about him? There's guards between him and us, and a locked fuckin' door...besides, you know what you want...how's about a nice massage, I'm sore as fuck." Dylan compromised, smirking at the human.
Just a massage, Sam thought, that's fine, it's not like Jerald would know, and it's just a massage...just a massage, repeat it, and keep that in mind.
"O okay..." Sam said, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

Sam let his instinct take over as he placed his hands over the splayed toes of the Tiger, kneading softly as he did for Jerald, fuck even his feet felt different, stronger, better.
"W- What about Cotton...?" He asked as he leaned in, needing to smell the Tiger's raw scent as he rubbed his foot.
"Oh he ain't more than a booty call that hooks me up when boyfriends don't know their places." Dylan said, dominantly as his free foot suddenly planted onto Sam's head, ruffling his hair with his toes.
The way Dylan said that sent a shiver from Sam's heart to his cock, making him leak into his boxers, his body slowly melting to the predator's desires, although he looked up nervously he offered no resistance to the tiger's foot on his scalp.

"What about you, boy, do you know your place?" Dylan said, extending his toes just enough that the prickle of his sharp, glistening toe claws rubbed over his scalp.
"Y...Yes..." Was all Sam said, opening his mouth, letting resistance go, as he glided his tongue over the tiger's foot pads, his breathing heavier as he did.
He couldn't believe this was happening, a safe secure room, with the hunk tiger from work pushing him into adultery, a fantasy becoming reality, but he needed it, this godly tiger deserved it, why stop.
"Fuck yes...Serve me..." Dylan groaned out, clearly enjoying the paw service.

A few moments passed, the pair trading positions and compromises, both of them fully naked at this point, clothes strewn about the private room.
"It's not fuckin' cheating!" Dylan said inpatiently, his arm raised, Sam's face buried deep in his sweaty armpit, his tongue working hotly over the furred pit.
"I...I know but...what if it breaks..." Sam said in a whine, continuing his tongue bath.
"You already sucked it a bit there...I didn't hear complainin' then." Dylan replied, his cock twitching as he spoke, a trace of Sam's saliva still on it from a quick hesitant sucking that he had convinced Sam to provide.

"You didn't cum...n not cheating...you said..." Sam said, finishing his needy, loving licks to the tiger's pit, leaning his head back.
"Look, I'll wear a fuckin rubber, but I want that fleshy ass, and you're going to provide." Dylan said, his large paws running down Sam's back, clawing them lightly, Sam knew he had cut him as he did, but his lust and need made him careless as he moaned out and nodded. "F...fuck...okay..."

Dylan needing no more consent, changed positions, pushing the twink human down onto all fours, his hairless ass spreading eagerly, that pink tight hole so inviting, as he undid the wrapper of a Furex condom, and spit, down onto his bare cock, smearing the makeshift lube onto his aching feline rod, and tossing the condom over his shoulder when Sam looked away.
"I-Is it on?" Sam asked, looking back.
"Sure is..." Dylan lied, pressing his aching, thick, feline cock to the human's hole, growling and placing his claws back onto his hairless back.

Sam leaned down and bit the corner of the mattress, his toes curling as he felt the thick rod enter his ass, so thorny, so fucking hard, he needed it, wanted it, he forgot in this moment that Jerald even existed, all that mattered was the Tiger's pleasure, and his place as his submissive human.
"Take it, take your master's cock." Dylan said between primal growls, his cock slowly sliding deeper into the human's passage, stretching it wider than he had ever felt before, with less care and compassion than he was used to, but he loved it nonetheless.
"Y...Yes sir!" Sam whined out, his smaller than average human cock leaking a spurt of precum onto the mattress beneath them.

The speakers in the room switched songs, clearly inciting a reaction from Dylan as he gave a firm thrust of his hips to the bass drop, his cock fully inside his claimed human prey, his claws now working over his ass, scratching and clawing his otherwise smooth cheeks.
Sam gripped the sheets and bit harder down onto the mattress, instead of screaming, he moaned, letting the Tiger rut him deeper into the bed, pushing his hips back against the sudden filling.
"Gooood Boy..." Dylan growled out, beginning to slide his thorny cock back, scratching and working the human's hole perfectly.

The bass increased and with it, so did Dylan's thrusts, his hips and balls slapping against Sam's with each thump of the speakers, increasing Sam's own pleasure as he enjoyed the feeling of being fucked in sync with music.
Dylan swung his paw downward, slapping against the human's right asscheek, stinging in just the right way, making Sam whimper out.
"Damn boy, you whine cuter than Cotton." Dylan said, his teeth grinding together, his own feline precum soaking the other species' insides as he continued his rough, perfect thrusts against Sam's prostate.

"Dylan...I'm gon..gonna..." Sam started, Dylan reaching down and pulling his blond hair roughly back, his sharp teeth near the right side of his neck.
"Master." The Tiger corrected, roaring into the human's ear.
"Master! I'm cumming!" Sam replied as he screamed out in bliss, his small shaft oozing one drop, then a rope, of pent up human seed over the mattress beneath them.
"Grrr...Pathetic, let me show you how a superior being cums, fleshy." Dylan said, shoving Sam's face down onto the mattress and holding it down with his clawed hand, his thrusts becoming more and more frantic.
--

"I don't give an absolute shining fuck you god damn lizard. I'm going in." Jerald said to the Komodo Dragon guarding the VIP section, quickly jetting past him, all those years in track and field finally paying off.
Where was he, where the hell was Sam, or that fucking tiger, he was sick of waiting and wanted to leave, and now Sam's ignoring his texts and calls?, hell no, someone's getting a piece of his mind.
As Jerald dodged the security guards talking into their walkies about unauthorized entry, he heard some familiar moans eminating from a door near his left, he turned toward the door, Cotton running up behind him.

"Sir, we discussed this, go enjoy your free drinks and relax." Cotton pleaded, the Komodo, a Ram, and ironically, another muscular black human waited behind the bunny, seeming to wait for his order.
"Fuck you, you rodent prick, I'm getting my man and leaving your cesspool." Jerald barked back, approaching the door.
"Want him out boss...?" asked the Ram.
"Ya know what...no, let him in." Cotton said coyly, and walked away, the entire security team following him.

"Must be the owner, fucking bitch." Jerald said to himself, as he turned the knob and opened the door.
What he saw, destroyed him instantly.
Impaled upon the cock of Dylan, was Sam, bloody, moaning, matted hair, soaked in his own cum that the Tiger had eagerly fucked out of him, one of the Tiger's paws placed firmly on his scalp, the other gripping his boyfriend's tight reddened ass as he drilled into him, his eyes darting up to match Jerald's as he grinned.
Sam, in blissful lust, must not of noticed the door opening as he replied to the Tiger's earlier comment. "Breed me master! Show me!" 

"You heard the bitch." Dylan said, giving one final thrust as he felt his superior tiger cock throbbing violently, and emptying his load intensely into the human under him, cum spurting from the edges of his deeply penetrating cock.
Jerald simply stood and watched in horror at the sight of his mate being bred so deeply by not only another man, but Dylan, a fucking anthro, his fears confirmed, as Sam smiled widely at the abuse, his loving expression once given to Jerald, now at the desire of Dylan.
"Yes...master...f-fill me..." Sam said, looking up to match his lover's gaze, and suddenly realizing who was watching.

What should I say, what can I say, is it worth even fighting, he's already long done, he lost that chance, I can't deny this anymore...I need Dylan, and Dylan's friends, and anthros in general...I need it, I deserve it...
"Tell him bitch...tell him now..." Dylan ordered, his hand going from the scalp of the human to his neck, holding him like a scolded puppy.

"I'm so- sorry J- Jerald...This is exactly what it looks like..."