Bar Hop Pt 1: Shake Pepper and Roll
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Powered by an absent minded kick, the synth was sent careening head over heels down the stairs. A smear of scarlet as she bounced off the last few steps and landed in a heap. A painful groan escaped the poor skunk as her consciousness restarted. Physics had kept anything from breaking but not by much. Tonight she had the guest role of...a…*drumroll*...mop! Cold broke the weird mental fantasy and Pepper’s brain jumpstarted. Short, bright red and white, fur had greedily decided to go ahead and get drunk without her.
One last huff and she began to piece herself back together from the puddle of liquid and fur. She got up. Nervous hands attempted to wring out the sugary alcohol. Face scrunched, dreading the hardened mess her fur would turn into. A few angry snaps dried her tail. A few flecks of alcohol splattered into the air catching the glow of the rotating lights.
Pepper crossed her arms, fuming. Already sticky tufts weighed her down like a deep pressure. Weakly a flaccid mohawk slid sideways into her face. Turquoise paw pads tucked it absentmindedly behind a pointed ear. Pacing in a circle, she calmed herself and pondered.
Shadows interrupted. The mephitine leapt back in fear as the familiar paws of a lion thundered by with a date. The skunk flinched as giant heels racked sharply across the tile. The heavy dance music drowned out the looming duo. From her angle Pepper could barely see them laughing back and forth, oblivious, as they disappeared down the hall to the next room.
The name of the bar hung on the wall, alternating in neon on and off. “The Elephant’s Raveyard” flashed grey and yellow. Underneath a stylized mammoth skull laughed. The crowd outside had been long, loud, and boisterous. Pepper had been scared to sneak in but as long as she played it cool nobody would figure it out, but she still needed to find help.
Teeth bit into lips as she thought.
If not so rudely punted she could have used the micro specified path above the hustle of the crowd. The stairs seemed too daunting a climb. Perhaps easier to venture through the jungle of skin, fur, scale, and feather to the bar instead. An employee would be nice enough to help her back up. Internally she pouted, not really liking any of this.
Loud clops prefaced a tall broad-shouldered fallow deer coming down the stairs. Left antler snapped about midway, he still held himself confidently. Each step made a black shirt pull tightly across his chest.
Pepper’s ears perked with the stewing idea. She got on all fours and prepped herself. Black diamond hooves crashed against cold linoleum, bright and shiny like swinging guillotines. Count the timing.
She ran and pounced, hooking the end of the jeans with sharp little claws.
She hung there, taking a second. A deep sigh of relief before scampering forward. Up his jeans, over a large well defined rump, she clutched at a belt loop, breath caught in the anticipation.
Without breaking stride, the deer entered the main area of the bar. He was impressed. Booths and chairs were filled to the brim as various races talked excitedly. Headsized fruity drinks were being split while hookahs were lazily sucked down; long drags regurgitating fruity fumes. Waiters bustled in the fast paced environment serving appetizers as dragons breathed hot multicolored life into coals. The exhales hung low. Smoke permeated into the oscillating crowd that consumed the dance floor, dj mixing from the corner wall, a thick heavy rhythm. The bar wrapped against the opposite side.
Thankfully for Pepper, the deer wanted to get his palette wet. A cheetah got up, deciding she drunkenly wanted to go dance with her friend. Without hesitation, the tired cervine seized the opportunity. Abandoning ship, Pepper deftly jumped to the friend’s chair. The deer didn't even notice. The synth took a few seconds to breathe and calm herself from all the stimulus before scampering up the still-warm black leather. She looked around. Too far from the bartop to jump. Maybe try to catch the bartender’s attention. She waved her tail like a flag.
Moodily a marbled fox gave a yawn, jaws shutting with a quick snap. All night and nobody had caught his attention. It wasn't that he was being picky more so nobody was meeting his standards. Yeah that was it, he told himself.
The vulpine threw back a shot. Tongue followed along a pointy snout, savoring the burn. The kangaroo that had been a little too superficial earlier was eyeballing him still. Standards lowered with each soft smile sent when the ass of a buck tugged his attention. Lazily his gaze ate up the newcomer before sharply focusing on a speck of red. A small skunk? clung for life as the deer headed to the end of the bar.
Confident none had noticed, Fiddle got out of his seat, trying to hide each mischievous tail twitch. The most marbled of the three settled calmly like a belt while the white and black each loosely wrapped around the other. Casually sauntering over, feminine hips given a slight sway, he made way to the empty chair. With the two covetous fingers the small synth was snatched and scooped away as he sat down. Deer and bartender none the wiser as Fiddle ordered another drink. Stealthily the twintail deposited her into an awaiting palm.
Elbows on the bar, he clasped both hands together. Chin resting on thumbs the sharp sweet scent of pepper tickled his nose. Long ears flicked questiongly. Large velvety tongue darted forward and the “micro” yipped. Two licks and a flavorful extract coated his tongue.
“You look lost down here. I'll keep you safe.” The lies practically dripped. He couldn't help but smile as she resisted. What a jackpot! In one smooth motion that looked as if he was simply adjusting he popped her into his pants.
The clumsy yell cut off as warmth and darkness surrounded the synthetic skunk. Brain raced as her heart pounded. Was she figured out?
The air was thick and hot. Musky almost. It made her nose twitch. Multiple sneezes in rapid succession. Like a spicy cinnamon and something else. Pressure from above made standing impossible. Underneath fingertips all she could feel was soft fur, like a downy fuzz, but the skin was floppier than normal and moved. She poked and kneaded, not quite placing the texture. Something large and solid nearby shifted. Had she been stuffed into a pouch? Something wasn’t quite right. In the near complete darkness she couldn't tell. Tentatively she crawled forward.
Fiddle grinned as he felt her prods. Wasn’t his problem some idiot lost their private synth. Couldn’t have asked for a better predicament personally. Quietly he waited for his order. Head tilted back, eyes closed as the chair swiveled back and forth, he enjoyed the sweet sensation of the synths exploration.
With an eye catching thrust, Fiddle sprung from his seat. The buck drawn watched as the lithe body stretched, arms reaching for the sky. Back muscles popped in rapid succession as the vulpine twisted, showing off a rather impressive flexibility.
The world was an unending tumble. Unable to see, dug face first into the fox, she could do nothing but grumble. Flesh molded around her and coated her in a bitter musk. Lungs seized, trying to cough but caught in her throat. Intense heat pulsed from the right as an orb underneath surged and flexed. Damn fox, what was he doing?
Fiddle finished his stretch with a groan, buzzed from the alcohol coursing through his veins. Well maybe past a buzz. He took a seat at half mast. A quick scratch and nudge, pushed the skunk towards a swelling sheath. An uncontrolled shiver made his fur stand delightfully on end.
Realization dawned as she was dragged across hot flesh. The acrid smell was overwhelming as she was wedged between shaft and pants. Excitement leaked across her fur as the pressure built harder and harder until with a shuddering throb, head surged free and consumed her body down to her hips. Frustrated, she wiggled and thrashed. Toes reached and flexed for purchase. Failing, her tail gave a defeated flick.
Fiddle lightly stroked himself through his pants. Thrashing knees kicked against the underside of his head, electing a small groan of pleasure. The deer glanced his way and met his sultry gaze with confidence. The bartender interrupted. Two drinks were passed. One to an imp, the other a gentleman.
Fiddle gave the bartender a coy smile and silently slipped him a tip across the interface. The bartender nodded and followed along, telling the buck that his drink was on the house and motioned towards the fox.
The buck thanked the tender and eyed his flamboyant offering. “Here I thought you were just a nice dame,” he smirked.
“I’m a lot of things, handsome.” Fiddle arched his back seductively, crossing his legs. The buck finally noticed the erection showing off.
Without missing a beat. “Next time I should order you a drink.” Four fingered hand brushed playfully over Fiddle’s shaft. A finger swiped across a head and made the fox moan and buck forward. Unknowingly Pepper’s hips were pushed in the last of the way. Deeper and father the red skunk was eaten by eager muscles. As Fiddle thrusted against the deer’s huge hand the purple inners of his ears darkened in a blush. The buck continued to tease the fox’s shaft a few more times before parting with a light brush across his thigh. Fiddle twitched. That had felt a little too good. Too close for just a few strokes.
Hands ran up the deer’s muscular arm, a seductive wink before slipping off his chair. Leaning up to reach his hot breath whispered, “This is my favorite song.” Tails playfully tried to wiggle underneath the tight shirt. “I’ll be back for that offer.”
The fox’s heartbeat thundered in rhythm around the synth, steady in her ears like a drum. Barely able to move in her small prison her body was held tight by all the pressure. She wasn’t fearful though. Genetically speaking she was made for this. Once the fox had his fun he would go soft and she could crawl her way out if his body didn’t do the job for her. Just had to be patient. She growled in a whiny annoyance and gave a few useless struggles.
As Fiddle headed to the dance floor casually he checked his pants. Only a drooling cock stared back. No skunk but he could feel her in his base. What a fun little toy she was being. Muscles tensed trying to pull the synth deeper. Barely, he stopped himself from cumming as his cock jumped a few times, straining against the cloth.
Where’s the end of him, Pepper thought annoyed as his prostate massaged her hungrily, coating her in a variety of different fluids and textures. She enjoyed his taste.
There was still more to her journey as the fox’s body continued to clench and help her along until with a wet squelch she was ejected into salty depths. Oxygen traded with mobility and she headed towards the surface. Faintly the bass could be heard from outside competing with thundering heartbeats. A fine mess she had gotten herself into tonight. Family jewels her ass.
She waded, feet unable to touch bottom. The surface continuously sloshed and churned around, outside movements causing crests to go over her head. Quickly she swam to the side, clinging to the solid yet textured flesh. The walls pulsed intensely with blood. She had doubts his erection was going to go away on its own and she had other ways she wanted to spend the night than curled up inside a fox. She pressed against the sensitive walls, wiggling and massaging as much as she could reach.
Fiddle was making his way into the crowd. He could feel a spot where precum was slowly gathering and dripping down his thigh. Private synths were very enthusiastic indeed. Maybe he should buy one. On the far side of the crowd a blonde cheetah caught his eye, shaking her hips hard as her skirt flared and bobbed to the music. No underwear.
He found his mark.
Sliding into the crowd, he began dancing his way over to her. Impressed with his moves and still tipsy herself the cheetah invited him over. Confidently he began dancing with her. After a song, she ground her ass against him, feeling his large package grind. She closed her eyes in relish.
She spun around and gave him a sneaky smile. Leading him over to the side, hidden from the eyes of the staff who cared, she pushed him flat against the wall. Eagerly her ass ground against him. He placed his hands on her hips and nibbled on her ear. As she shivered, tails started on the buttons to his pants. He loved her look when his cock leapt forward, hard and ready. Surprise turned into content as she grinded him between her cheeks. Wiggling up and down, she pressed backwards against him. Small hand reached around and began rubbing and fondling his balls as he gave his own finger a nice long lick. Nice and wet, he stretched her tight opening.
Hand fell away as her brain focused on the finger dipping in and out. Fiddle’s other slipped under her shirt and grabbed her boob. He played with her tit as head grinded against her hole but stopped when the synth hit a particularly pleasurable spot and a gush of cum escaped.
Damn thing was too good. He didn’t have the time for foreplay.
The cheetah glanced back at him, annoyed.
Why the delay.
Spotted tail wrapped around his leg, coaxing him. Fiddle couldn’t resist. Head pushed forward, flared edges popping smoothly into her. He paused and let her adjust, easing himself. Slowly. Slowly. He tried not be greedy and slam fuck her. Soft thrusts, each time wiggling further and further. He got about half way when she started bouncing lightly up and down of her own accord.
A steady slosh built as a rhythm was set. An erratic heartbeat the only thing Pepper had to ground herself. Orientation meant nothing in the tight constricted chamber when she was flung around. Down was up, up was sideways, and backwards was constant. Desperately she tried to stay above the liquid. More mixed into the chamber and she held her breath. The concern was fleeting as the muscles around her changed and a pressure began to build against her body. She braced.
Fiddle slammed all the way into the cheetah holding himself as he unloaded. He could feel the synth start to move through him. After the third and fourth cum spurt he felt her enter the base. Abruptly he pulled out, gripping himself hard, preventing her escape.
The cheetah gave a slightly annoyed gasp. She had been so close to cumming again. He gave her ear another small nibble as his free hand shot forward to pet her lips. He stretched her open, fingers ran along her entrance. So wet from the excitement. Fingers dipped into her, short and shallow, building a rhythm. It didn't take long until her walls were tightening around his hand and she gave a small moan.
Slowly he licked the cum off long spindly fingers.
She leaned against the wall next to him, relearning how to breath as he put himself back. With a parting kiss, he headed back to the bar and to the awaiting buck. No way he was letting his synth escape, the night was just starting.