==== Work ==== (c) 2014 by Ponpon. All rights reserved. Thursday nights in Feral always drew a big crowd, and this night was no exception. The dancefloor was packed with furry males dancing to pounding house music, their faces lit up by bursts of colour, while lasers carved coruscating patterns in the air above. The door policy on Thursday was inclusive, and there were diverse body shapes and personal styles in the club. Skinny foxes waved glow-sticks and flirted; svelte mink stood around the edge sipping cocktails and watching the crowd; wolves posed, showing off their muscles. There were otters with tribal patterns shaved into their fur, and even a group of lions dyed a vivid luminous green - presumably with a dye that would wash out the next day. Only one fur didn't seem to be caught up in the atmosphere. A bear on his own pressed his way through the crowd, his expression tired and strained, ignoring the music and dancers. The main floor had no appeal tonight. First of all he needed a drink, but somewhere he could sit away from the din in here. He went down a flight of stairs to the basement, which served as a chillout lounge. He headed for the bar. It was early and this part of the club was not busy yet. The bear was wearing jogging trousers and trainers but had nothing on on top, and his heavy build was obvious under his thick brown fur. Steel rings glinted in both his ears. The bear sat down on a bar stool, and waved a paw to attract the attention of the young cheetah behind the bar. "Hi Steven!" said the cheetah, bounding over, "Not seen you in a while. How's it going?" "Hello, Ian. Not so great, to be honest", said the bear, "I need a drink - vodka and coke, please. A double." "Oh? What's up?" asked the cheetah. He made the drink and put it down in front of Steven, who swallowed half the glass in one gulp. "It's just work getting to me." He paused, and took another sip of his drink. "They've taken on a new catering manager, though God knows why we need one, there's already too many managers. And he's been throwing his weight around to impress on everybody that he's the new boss." The bear crunched an ice cube. "He's changing everything. It's all new ordering systems, new menus, new ingredients. The result is that everyone has twice as much work to do, but they won't take anyone else on, Rob just pressures us to do more overtime." Ian nodded sympathetically. "Remind me where you work, dude?" "At the University. I'm a chef. It used to be a good job, you know, we used to feel valued. But management is taking the piss these days." The cheetah put a bowl of nuts down in front of the bear. "So this guy Rob, he's the new manager?" he said. "Yeah. He's a macho dickhead. Typical wolf." "Oh - not all wolves are like that, you know." said the cheetah, with a frown. He noticed Steven's empty glass. "Another drink already?" "Please. Yeah, I know I shouldn't be speciesist, but he really is a pain in the arse. And he doesn't even know how to do his job. Like, last week he forgot to order extra salad in, even though he knew we had an big party of gazelles coming for dinner. I had to rush to the supermarket at the last minute and buy fifty lettuces." Steven munched some nuts while Ian made his drink. "So where's your guy tonight? Is he coming down here later?", said the cheetah. "Not tonight, he's away in Manchester on business. I was chatting to him earlier, having a whine about Rob, you know. And he said.. in fact". The grizzly paused, fished a phone out of his jogging trousers, and poked at the screen. "Here we are - 'Sorry to hear that babe. Hugs. Why don't you go to Feral and have some fun, forget about work for a while? Manchester is cold and wet. Miss you'. So here I am. And I'm going to have some fun." Ian smiled and nodded, and went off to serve a large group of weasels who had just come to the bar. Their drinks order was complicated, and the bear was left alone with his thoughts and his drink for some minutes. When he had finished with the group, the cheetah returned. "What sort of fun did you have in mind, then, dude?" Ian asked the grizzly. "Dancing's no fun if you're on your own. I didn't see anyone I recognised upstairs, and anyway I'm just not in the mood. I thought I'd check out the dark room." "Oh, well you should get some action! I've seen a lot of hot guys going in there already." Steven stood up and drained his glass. "Cheers Ian. See you later." Swaying just a bit from the effect of the alcohol, the bear walked over to an open doorway back near the stairs he had come down earlier. Inside, the entrance to the dark room took an immediate left then a right turn, so that nothing could be seen from the outside. The walls were painted black to add to the effect. As Steven came to the doorway a dishevelled-looking fox came out, who looked him up and down and smiled. "Mm, hot! Wouldn't mind seeing some more of that later", said the fox, before making for the bar. Entering the dark room, the bear blinked as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but he could see little, only vague moving shapes of grey and black. The grizzly reflected that his preference would be to see more of what was going on, but many guys found the anonymity afforded by darkness exciting - or convenient. He edged forward into the room, taking care not to bump into anyone too hard or disturb whatever it was they were doing. The music here was harder, more primal than on the dancefloor. Against it, the bear could just make out moans, sounds of slurping and slapping, moans of pleasure. He inhaled the air deeply. Like all bears, Steven had an excellent sense of smell, and could usually identify an individual in a crowded room. Here, however, there was a such a heady mix of scents that it was impossible. Aromas of sex and sweat mingled with a musky, pheromone-laden blend that the club had diffused into the room. This had two effects: to increase the anonymity for those who wanted it, and to heighten the level of sexual arousal. Steven felt his cock start to swell against the tight jockstrap he had on under his trousers. He pressed on through the crowd of furries in the room, ignoring for now the paws he felt on his body. This area of the room was too crowded for his taste, and, tired as he was, he wanted to sit and let someone else attend to his needs. In one corner of the room was a sling. Steven had spent many happy hours in it in the past. Judging by the sounds coming from that direction, it was occupied, and as the bear peered into the darkness, he thought he could make out quite a crowd of furs hanging about the sling, waiting for a turn to fuck or be fucked. The sharp smell of poppers briefly overpowered the general muskiness of the room. He thought briefly of joining the group; but no, not tonight. He moved on, and bumped into something at knee height. It was a bench that ran along one length of the room. He could hear that there were already several furs sitting on the bench - some occupied, some alone - but there was room for at least one more. The plastic upholstery creaked as he sat down and leaned back. And it seemed that someone had already noticed him, for no sooner than he had sat than he felt something hard press into his inner thigh. It was a muzzle. He reached out his paw and felt. The muzzle belonged to a large head, clearly canine, covered with soft fur. The ears were folded flat back against the skull. Whoever this was, they were in a submissive mood and seemed eager to please. They might have been on their knees in the dark room all evening. Possibly a husky? He couldn't see or smell well enough to be sure, but it didn't matter. Steven scritched between the dog's ears, provoking a playful growl that he could feel against his leg. He gave the muzzle a playful squeeze, then dropped his arm to his side and gave his admirer free rein. He let his legs spread a little further apart, prompting the dog to snuffle up his thigh and press his nose against the growing bulge in the grizzly's trousers. Steven felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. The dog nuzzled the bear's erection through the thin layers of cloth for a while longer, then pushed his nose deep into the fur on Steven's belly. Even through the thick fur, the bear could feel the cold and wet of it, and the breath against his skin. His own breath was coming faster now, as the desire grew in him and started to overpower the tiredness and stress he had been feeling earlier. The dog snuffled and licked on up through his fur, now putting his paws down either side of Steven's thighs so that he could lever himself higher. Coming to the grizzly's chest, he seemed to pause for a moment with indecision, then took a left and found Steven's nipple hiding in his fur. The dog licked the little nub of flesh, causing Steven to gasp out loud. If there was one thing guaranteed to make the bear wild with lust, this was it. The dog sensed the reaction he was getting, and rolled the tip of his tongue around, then sucked hard. With his paw, he found the other nipple and squeezed, almost harder than Steven could take. Steven closed his eyes and moaned softly as the dog played with him. His cock was rock hard now, and had pushed out of the confines of the jock strap, the head poking out above the waistband of his trousers. He could feel the fur of the dog's chest against it, tickling deliciously and absorbing the precum that was already starting to issue. He was so hard it ached. The feeling of tongue and paw on his nipples was exquisite, but other things were becoming urgent. Finally, he could take it no longer. He seized the dog's head and pressed it down. The other needed no other encouragement. Instinctively, his tongue found the bear's cock, but access was hindered by the trousers. The dog hooked his paws into the waistband either side of Steven's hips and tugged. Steven lifted his butt off the bench, and the dog pulled both trousers and jockstrap down with one movement. The bear's cock sprung out, and he could feel it stand straight and hard away from his body. The dog was in straight away, licking under and around the bear's heavy, round balls, soaking the fur with his wet tongue. He gently took the whole sac into his muzzle. Steven could feel the dog's teeth against the sensitive skin, and shuddered slightly from the feeling of vulnerability. His body didn't seem to be worried, though, as his balls contracted in pleasure in the dog's muzzle, and more precum trickled down his shaft. The sensation forced another moan from him. His half-standing, half-sitting position was starting to hurt his legs, however, and he moved to stand up fully. The dog felt it, and released the grizzly from his muzzle. Steven swayed slightly as he stood up and the combined effects of the earlier drinks and his excitation made him light-headed. He instinctively reached out for the head of the dog, who was still on his knees, to steady himself. As he did so, he felt the dog grasp the back of his thigh, while his other paw went to cup the bear's balls. A tongue licked the underside of his cock from base to tip, and he then felt it slide fully into the hot wetness of the dog's muzzle. The sensation hit him like lightning and he shuddered with pleasure. He held the dog's head with both paws and started to face-fuck him, the tongue slick and warm and tight against his the smooth skin of his cock. Steven was not an under-endowed bear. His cock was long and thick, but the dog had no trouble with it, and pulled the grizzly back into his muzzle at the end of every stroke. As he started to lose control, the bear thrust faster and faster, now hardly aware of who or what he was fucking in the noisy, hot darkness of the room. Images of sex crowded his mind, pushing out all rational thought. He felt an irresistible heat and pressure growing in his groin, and finally could hold it no more. A hoarse cry escaped him as he thrust deep into the dog's muzzle and held it fast, shooting his seed down the dog's throat in desperate ecstasy. The wave surged over and through him, and broke, leaving his mind empty. He fell back down onto the bench. As awareness returned Steven, felt the dog rest his head on his leg, evidently happy with the outcome. He ruffled the dog's fur and murmured "Good puppy", the first words to have left his mouth since coming into the dark room. Realising that he needed to pee, as well as having a fierce thirst, the grizzly got up and started to make his way back out through the crowd to the bar, leaving the dog to pleasure other males. But, on reaching the dark room's exit, he felt a paw on his shoulder. Evidently he had made an impression, and the dog wanted to get to know him better. There was just enough light here to see, and he turned round to look at the male who had just given him such pleasure. He had been wrong in his assumption about species. It wasn't a dog, it was a wolf. It was - His blood ran cold for a moment as he saw the wolf's eyes widen in sudden, mutual recognition. It was Rob. "Fuck", said the wolf. "It's you. What are you doing here?" "What am *I* doing here? It's a gay club. I'm gay. What are you doing here, that's the question? You with the wife and kids you keep telling us about." The wolf looked at the floor. "OK. You got me. I wanted a normal life too. It's... it's difficult." The wolf thrashed his tail in agitation, then flattened his ears in sudden fear as a thought came to him. "Please don't tell anyone about this. People can't know. My family can't know. It would ruin everything!" "Relax, Rob. You can trust me, I'm not the kind of bear to use a secret against someone. No matter what a pain they've been at work. I don't want to break up anyone's family." The wolf seemed to relax slightly as the bear put a paw on his shoulder. "You're serious? Thank you, Steven. I do trust you. And, yeah, I know I can be a bastard to work for. Sorry about that. I'm not good at juggling a double life. Helen thinks I'm out drinking with mates right now." "I can imagine. It's not the kind of thing I'd want to deal with. Oh, and Rob, you've still got some, erm.. On your muzzle. Yeah, there." The wolf wiped his lips with the back of his paw, and allowed himself a nervous smile at the bear. "I was pretty good, though, wasn't I? You have to admit, I know how to suck cock. I, er, got a lot of practice in college." Steven smiled. "Yeah, you were amazing in there. It did kind of make up for things, I suppose." "So, we're cool?" "We're cool. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. I'm going to get a drink now, then I'll be off." "Yeah, see you at work. And thanks again, Steven." The wolf walked back into the dark room, a slight wag just visible in his tail.