Some Dance to Remember,
by Ourboiroy/Magnate

Aldrich has always been one for quiet. It calmed his nerves and allowed his mind to focus, ever sharp to his surroundings. As such, he found the late hours of the night best to drink during. Many had either fallen asleep or passed out by that point, and the sound of the jazz bar next door rang through the hole in the wall bar, giving a calm atmosphere. Aldrich reached into his trench coat pocket, pulling out a few bills and placing them on the counter. “For the tab, and another whiskey before I go.” He said to the bartender, giving him a smirk. “I can afford it, finally cracked that robbery case.”
	The wolf bartender gave a small chuckle, taking the cash and counting it up. “That sounds like the Detective Aldrich I know, get some criminal off the streets and drown yourself in alcohol. I’ll get that drink out for ya shortly.”
	The detective would’ve usually made some sarcastic remark, however before he could start the door to the bar opened. An unfamiliar face walked through, the old-fashioned shirt ruffles and short cape drawing attention away from the large tail that trailed behind him. Aldrich himself found himself staring between the rat-like face and the sharp horns that adorned the hybrid’s head. Something about the new visitor felt sinister, however he couldn’t put a finger on what. The hybrid sat next to the detective, piping up in a deep, low voice that sent goosebumps down the detective’s spine.
“Your finest wine, sir. Make it snappy.”
	“You sure you’re in the right place, pal?” The bartender asked with a smirk. “The richest wine we got comes from the finest corner store in the Industrial district.”
 	The hybrid was not amused, a scowl on his face and a dark aura emanating from him. “Did I ask for wine or did I ask for a conversation?”
 	The wolf quickly went to the back of the counter, muttering something sarcastic under his breath. Aldrich however was quick to turn his attention to the new visitor, feeling a certain, undefinable pull towards the stranger.
 	“I don’t think I’ve seen you at this bar before. What brings you at this hour?” 
 	The stranger looked at the strange get up that Aldrich wore, the trench coat covering most of the Feline-Avian Hybrid’s features. He knew that by the end of the night, this stereotypical detective type would be under his own command. 
 	“What can I say. You meet the most interesting folks at the Witching Hour. I am Soralu, a dance instructor at the nearby theatre… and you are?”
 	“Aldrich, Detective for the local police precinct. A pleasure to meet you Soralu…” he trailed off as the two drinks arrived, taking his whiskey and downing a half of the glass, before letting out a sigh and continuing. “So a dance instructor, you say? I’ve always wanted to take my wife dancing… what are your rates?”
 	Soralu stood up, a gleam in his eye and a smile across his face. “Please, my dear sir, for such an important man like you, I can gladly give you a free lesson… if you’re free now.”
 	Aldrich took a moment to think. It was already late, but one small lesson couldn’t hurt, right? Just enough to dance with his girlfriend on a free evening. The detective finished his drink and stand up, slightly buzzed but able to stand straight. “I guess an hour lesson couldn’t hurt, where are we headed?”
 	It wasn’t long until the duo were in the middle of the theatre stage, Soralu quick to take a mentoring approach to Aldrich as they got on stage. “Start by taking off that wretched coat of yours, I can see from here that it restrains your movement, as well as just being a weight on your arms.”
 	Aldrich obliged, chuckling as he unbuttoned the coat and put it to the side, revealing a white shirt with cuffs rolled up to the elbow. “Been a while since I’ve been out without it, I can practically still feel it on…”
 	“Phantom coat, perhaps? Nothing a little stretching and dancing won’t fix. We’ll start with the simple stance.” Soralu replied, walking to the hybrid and grasping his hands firmly, placing the right on his back and holding the left out. “Now the first thing you’re going to want to do is lead with your hands, like so.” Soralu put his hand against Aldrich’s side, slowly pushing into him while his other hand pulled out, making the duo swing ever so lightly to the right, before pushing back to the default position. “It truly is as simple as that, a slow sway, back and forth… mesmerizing isn’t it?”
	Aldrich gave a soft chuckle, staring into the instructor’s eyes as if they were his girlfriends, already he could imagine a ball or banquet, slow dancing with her, her strong jaw, her tight grip… her rough chest underneath that shirt… He shook his head. Obviously she won’t have the instructor’s stature, although something about him… it felt right. Almost like his lover, but yet… entirely different. Something about Soralu was keeping Aldrich’s eyes locked with his, like an explorer lost in a dark, mystifying wood. 
	“Now then…” Soralu continued. “Let’s take it a step further. Follow my lead.” 
	Soralu stepped to the left, Aldrich stumbling to follow, but slowly the two began to sync up, gently waltzing around the stage. Aldrich smiled as they continued, he smiled wistfully, his mind getting as into the dance as his body, watching and following along, to the point where it was almost natural when the hybrid pressed close to him, the two practically grinding against eachother. Aldrich blushed softly “I-I appreciate the gesture, however I do have a girlfriend at home”
	“Of course, of course! I’m just teaching you how to dance with your lady, after all what dance isn’t a little sexual?” Soralu said, with a wink. “This move tends to drive ladies wild… and by that growth in your trousers, seems it drives you wild too…”
	Aldrich blushed harder, his gaze breaking from embarrassment. It wasn’t so much his own erection growing that bothered him, more so the others pressing against him. Despite the clothing, he could feel the heat of the large member, smell the pheromones emanating from Soralu’s crotch, and each sway and step seemed to frot the two members together. Aldrich couldn’t tell how much of this was sexual, but throughout the theatre, the tension could be felt. “I-it’s been a while since my last… endeavor. Work has been busy.”
	“I understand. Come now, let’s try a spin, eh?” Soralu said, holding his hand up. Aldrich was quick to spin, and to his knowledge did so rather well, but Soralu seemed to disagree, “tut tut tut, that shirt of yours is so restrictive, I believe you’ll have to take it off, just to free up more movement.
	Aldrich knew it was wrong. Deep down something was telling him that it’d only get more sexual. But it only took another look into those deep, mysterious, inviting eyes to make him forget all that. Dancing is supposed to be freeing, no? “A-alright… if you insist” he mumbled, his voice fading as if he wasn’t all there. Turning away to unbutton his shirt, he shivered as the cold theatre air hit his toned chest, causing his fur to stand on end. That freeing, almost scary feeling was nothing to when he turned around to see his hybrid partner standing topless behind him, the mauve underbelly of the rat-shark contrasting the light cerulean tattoos covering his arm, brought together by the navy fur covering his body. But Aldrich didn’t care much for that, he cared for the well built muscles that were practically chiseled onto the instructor’s body. Just looking at the pecs and biceps was enough to get the feline-avian hot and bothered, but watching the hand reach forward for his, grabbing with a gentle yet dominating grip… He couldn’t help but join in the dance once more.
	“Now then, once again, let’s spin.” Soralu said, his voice practically thrusting into Aldrich’s ears, abusing his mind with the deep, sexual tones. Soralu held his hand up, and Aldrich spun again, chuckling softly. 
	“Y-you’re right, I can feel the differ-“ the hybrid was cut off as he was pulled back into his partner’s body, returning to their waltz. This time however, it was so much different. Fur pushed against fur, chest against chest, stomach against stomach. Aldrich could feel the rat-shark’s heart beat pumping through his chest, the rhythmic beat keeping time to the waltz. Something about the dance felt so unknown and mysterious yet… so intimate. Looking up at Soralu, the stage lights covering half his face in shadow, perfectly outlined his soft and gentle, yet sinister appearance. Aldrich soon looked away, blushing. He tried to phrase his words carefully, to not arouse suspicion, or anything else for that matter.
	“Soralu… I think there’s something else I need you to teach me.”
	“Oh, and what’s that, dear?”
	“L-let’s say… my girlfriend would like to kiss me at the end of the night… may we practice that?”
	Soralu gave a devilish grin. He knew in his heart that the trance had fully taken over the detective. There was no need for silly words and games and dances now. With a pull, the former instructor pulled Aldrich close, his hands pushing the other’s torso into his, and kissing him passionately. Aldrich moaned out, losing all sense of reason and thought to pure lust. As they kissed, it felt like there was a silent command, like a voice telling him to give in more. His back arched backwards as Soralu held him, the two parting lips, but their tongues sat in the open air, fighting and swirling around eachother, showing the empty audience seats their passion and lust. 
	As they parted, Soralu dropped Aldrich to the floor, the submissive hybrid staying still, looking up at his new dominant. He watched as the dominant’s hands slowly grabbed their pants, and slowly, teasingly tugged at them. His eyes fixated on the bulge, throbbing with need, and falling down his leg. Slowly, the base was shown, then the length, before the entire, 14 inch length. The detective’s mind filled with need, looking at the long, prehensile length, the hybrid swaying to teasingly show off the long length.
It wasn’t but a second or two before Aldrich was on his knees for Soralu, his hands feeling the huge, superior cock, kissing the thick hefty balls that hung beneath. The dominant hybrid simply pet the avian-feline, before bringing his head up to the tip of his tapered penis. “Suck”
	Aldrich went without hesitation, his mind blank and numb with need. He swallowed half the member in a single gulp, feeling the thick member stretch his jaw, and the tip worming it’s way towards his throat, practically begging to go deeper. Soralu only chuckled, his hand patting the detective’s head. “So eager, aren’t we? Already craving more of my cock and we’ve barely even started…” He put his hand against the feline-avian’s head, pushing back softly “We have all night. Just breathe and enjoy it, slut.”
	Aldrich moaned out in frustration, but obliged, slowing his pace. His cock throbbed through his pants, a dark need now filling his entire body, as he gently took each inch. He followed Soralu’s guiding hands as they pushed him slowly deeper, before he knew it, Aldrich was feeling his nose brush up against Soralu’s crotch. His throat felt full, and breathing was nigh impossible unless Soralu pulled away, but yet he craved it all, and each time he was hilted, he felt a pang of pleasure shoot through his body, causing him to shudder in pleasure. It was too much. Aldrich slowly moved his hand to his own crotch, creeping into his shorts and trying to jerk off. He was met with a harsh slap on the head. 
 	“Your pleasure is not your concern here, however if you’re that needy…” Soralu pulled back, his cock slowly popping out with a wet squelch, throwing his submissive partner to the ground, leaning down and tearing the pants off of Aldrich. “You and I have a lot to do tonight…”
	Aldrich couldn’t respond, panting in lust as he watched the huge cock slap against his own 7 inch length. The two gently rubbed together, the detective’s spit smearing against the two. Soralu gently put a hand to Aldrich’s flushed cheek, with a dark chuckle. “From this point on… you shall be my pet. My sustenance, my livestock… and my slave. Whenever I call to you, you will come to me. Whatever I need, you will provide, and obeying me is your only pleasure in life. Do I make myself clear?”
	All Aldrich could do was nod in agreement, his mind slowly being programmed by the dominant instructor, his mind blank except for Soralu’s words. As the tapered cock pressed against his own, inferior cock, he could only utter out “yes master… anything for you.”
	Soralu growled hungrily, his cock lifting from the puny member and soon pushing against the submissive hole. “you ready?” The detective excitedly nodded, his ass clenching and puckering, and moaning as the master’s cock pushed up against his ass. Slowly, the tapered length entered, pushing against the avian-feline’s tight, virgin walls. “F-fuck… master….” Aldrich moaned out, his head falling back and his eyes rolling back, feeling full and happy, like it was his true purpose.
	The instructor slowly pulled out, wiggling his hips as he got ready, before slamming back in, getting a girly, feminine gasp out of Aldrich. Pants and moans echoed through the empty theatre, as the dominant hybrid punched the tight hole with his dick, growling with hunger and lust as the submissive took each thrust.
 	Each thrust filled Aldrich’s body with new shocks and sensations. He felt overloaded, but yet, it all felt so fulfilling. He never wanted it to end. With each thrust, those heavy nuts would smack his ass, leaving a stinging sensation against his cheeks. Soralu chuckled darkly “That’s it… you fucking slut. Taking my dick like it’s nothing… Tell me what you are”
Aldrich couldn’t think, but yet it felt like some other part of him, something that wasn’t his, spoke out for him “I’m your whore, your slave. I live to serve you, and your cock.”
Soralu smiled, and chuckled grimly, as he smacked the soft ass of the former detective. “That’s right, and you know what I need right now? More than this tight little ass of yours?”
Aldrich looked at Soralu with needy eyes. Whatever it was, he wanted to help as much as he could. “What is it, sir? I will give you whatever you need!” By this point, all Soralu could see was red. Baring his sharp teeth to the submissive, before lunging.
	Sharp fangs dug into Aldrich’s neck, like dozens of daggers puncturing the skin. The detective was paralyzed by the sharp pain, only able to pant as he felt his life force and blood drained through 4 of the larger teeth, the man on top of him huffing and grunting with each gulp of blood. His thrusts increased in speed and power, the pleasure of gluttony and lust growing too much for the vampire. With a final thrust in, his seed exploded into the submissive’s stomach, a warm, filling liquid shooting into his bowels like a firehose. Shot after shot, Pint after pint, he felt his sphincter walls swell and stretch to accommodate the new volume. Aldrich’s vision blurred, feeling so close himself, as he felt his life drain away. Soralu’s hand was all it took to cause an orgasm, his seed falling on his chest, but he wasn’t able to feel it. He passed out in a blissful sleep, his breathing slowing as the large cock in his hole slowly pulled out. As the vampire stood up, cleaning himself, he sat on the theatre stage below, leaking and drooling, blissful yet unconscious.
	Aldrich would awaken later, in his own bed. He would wonder if it was all a dream, but feeling the scarring on his neck… he knew, there would be more to cum.