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Bottomless Bar: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2017-10-29 05:49:35 +0000 UTC Awesome art piece by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/fuzzies4you/The Bottomless Bar. It was a very reputable establishment on the strip that hosted several other bars and clubs. It was the first of its kind to take the direction that it did, of which was that it adhered to its namesake. Every single one of its workers were bottomless, nothing below the waist was worn aside from stockings or shoes. Because of its partial nude dress code, there was a reputation for things becoming naughty pretty frequently inside.
There was a whole host of particular drinks that the staff were allowed to pour that added their own little flavors to each. There was a myriad of techniques and shows that were employed to please the various guests that would come around. Devious acts weren't uncommon to occur anywhere, most often involving one of the tenders or even the bar hired DJ. In all, you could always count on the staff to be good looking, fun, and enjoying their job.
It had been about a month since the ownership of the Bottomless Bar had switched paws. It was a rather smooth transition, and the new owner was seen quite a bit more than the previous. No one perhaps noticed this more than the staff manager. Luthor, the doberman that was most often seen behind the counter late at night and on every weekend, had been the second in command of the bar. Most of the time he felt like he was the one steering everything, being that the previous owner was hardly ever around.
It was a pleasant surprise really, Luthor had never expected the new guy to pick up the reigns so enthusiastically. He seemed to genuinely care about the establishment and wasn't afraid to get his paws dirty. Peculiar as he was, being the biggest guy on the payroll afforded him to wear plenty of different hats.
It had been a somewhat busy weekend so far and the night was slowly crawling to an end. The clocks hit 2AM and the front door became locked. The last couple of patrons shuffled out, barely holding themselves up as a cab waited on the curb. Brock, the head of security, meandered into the establishment from his post outside the door and slid up to the bar counter. Luthor was putting away the last few clean glasses while Dennis, a German shepherd and bartender, wiped the counter down.
“How was our night, gentlemen?” the bouncer asked. He was a impressively muscular pit bull, his tough exterior and leather jacket giving way that he wasn't someone to be screwed with. The fact that he wasn't afraid to start things off with physical altercations had given him a reputation for being no-nonsense when it came to turning people away at the door.
“Busy busy,” the doberman laughed. Dennis wrung out his washcloth in the sink before tossing it over his shoulder and joining the other canines. From the back room a curvaceous, black furred rabbit stepped out and sauntered over to her coworkers. She was stunningly gorgeous, which was the norm for everyone that worked there. Brock, Luthor, and Dennis were strikingly handsome with fit bodies that conveyed healthy diets and an active life outside of their jobs.
“So, does anyone know what we're meeting for?” the bunny girl asked. Her name was Jasmine, one of two girls that worked there, though she was easily the one that was seen the most often. She glanced around at the others but they each gave a shrug in response. The sounds of stepping feet came to all four's attention and their eyes turned to the side all at once.
From the dark dance floor area of the bar came two shadow covered figures. One was significantly larger than the other, and therefore easily identified as the new owner. Beside him was the DJ, a thin, lithe raccoon girl that was a dedicated employee for the bar. When they stepped into the light, the group's suspicions were proven correct.
Merun was a very large husky, easily the tallest one there and most muscular. He had a barreled chest, thick neck, and arms that looked like he was smuggling bowling balls in the sleeves of his shirt. A rippled abdomen lead to a pair of legs that were lean and powerful. In all he looked like someone that should have been at a strong-fur competition instead of a place that sold alcohol.
While most might have thought him to uphold a life of protein supplements and weight lifting, the opposite was true, and most might have discerned that if they had given him a second look over. Merun had been born with a genetic mutation known as Chromea Dyspepsia, that manifested most noticeably as a change in fur color. Of the three sub types of CD, Merun was afflicted with Inverted Chromea, or a reversal of the normal fur pattern that a husky would have. CD also came with a heightened physical disposition and intelligence, combined with his past in SCAR and there wasn't any question as to why he was so large.
“Thank you all for meeting with me so late, but it was the only chance that we would have that had all of us here at once,” Merun began with a smile, his voice warm and smooth. “Here,” he said and began to distribute leaflets of paper. “We're going to be expanding the bar, so we'll be looking for more people to work for us. Feel free to hand these out to anyone you know or hang them up wherever you want.”
The group took a few seconds to skim the information, Brock was the first to speak up. “You're gunna hire another bouncer?” he asked, confused. “What's wrong with me?”
“Nothing's wrong with you, but we have been getting busier lately, even on the weekdays when you're not here. We'll need to get another to share the load,” Merun explained. “Just for now, these are the changes. As it is, Ashton had a lot of you working overtime, which I think is pretty unfair.”
“It would be nice to get some more help,” Jasmine said as she folded the piece of paper in her paws.
“It'll take some getting used to, I know you guys have been a pretty tight nit group since this place opened. I won't be doing anything that doesn't have Luthor's approval,” the husky continued and winked at the doberman. Luthor smirked and laughed to himself. “When you're not busy I'll be conducting interviews with you, did Ashton ever do something like that?” He asked, addressing the staff manager.
“I pretty much did all of the interviews, actually. Ashton was hardly ever around” Luthor said.
“Hm. Well, that won't be the case with me,” Merun retorted and rubbed at his chin before he glanced back at everyone else. “Did you guys have any more questions?” He was given a series of shakes of the head and tired looks that told him everyone was ready to go home. He beamed proudly at his team and gave the bar counter a smack. “All right then! Good job, everyone, have a safe drive home,” he smiled and then glanced at Jasmine. “I'll see you at twelve tomorrow then, eh?”
“You mean, twelve today?” she replied with a grin as everyone began to walk off towards the front of the store. Merun felt heat rush to his cheeks.
“Heh, yeah. Today,” he mimicked. Merun's eyes followed the dark lapin as she padded off, his eyes having turned down and locked to her swaying rear end. With every step she took her hips would swing just slightly enough to make for a hypnotizing movement. He could feel the heat rising in his chest and through his body the longer his eyes lingered. It was only when a firm paw clapped his shoulder did he snap out of his reverie.
“Careful, boss-man, she'll break your heart,” Luthor warned with a chuckle and clapped the other dog's broad shoulder again. Merun grinned back at him.
“There's no worry, I'd like to think myself as a pretty professional person,” the husky replied.
“Uh huh, that's what Ashton thought too,” Luthor said amused as he began to walk off as well. Merun watched as the room emptied while he brought up the rear. When he got more near to the door he pulled a small remote from the breast pocket of his vest and clicked a few buttons. The lights dimmed to the point that they were almost off, and with another button click the security system became armed.
When he stepped out into the warm summer air the door auto-locked behind with with a satisfying thud. He glanced down the one way street and saw a few crowds of people coming out and mingling in groups as they situated the next few steps of the night. The husky smirked to himself, reminded of when he was back in Haven in the clothing optional district. The thought occurred how full circle he had come with owning his own clothing optional bar and the smile he wore lasted all the way to his car.
The stairs creaked as Luthor made his way up several flights. As he approached the door of his apartment he began to fiddle with the ring of keys in his paw, the small metal pieces clinking. His door unlocked with a click and he nudged himself inside to see that all of the lights had been turned on. He paused in the doorway with a raised eyebrow and then peered a bit more inside. The culprit was revealed to be a small, black spotted dog sleeping in front of the large, flat screen TV that displayed a Netflix menu.
Luthor smirked and gingerly shut the door behind him so that it didn't make a sound and then crossed the room to the snoozing pup. The dalmatian was slightly curled up, his feet drawn up onto the couch that he resided. In his lap was a splayed open text book with a few papers strewn about and a pencil loosely gripped in his paw.
The doberman slowly leaned down and planted a soft, yet noticeable kiss on the other dog's lips. He immediately stirred and his eyes groggily came open, a smile turning up his muzzle as he saw his big, strong lover. “Hey, Luthor! How was your night?” he asked cutely.
“Lucky,” Luthor chuckled, “What are you doing?” he replied, ignoring the dalmatian's question. Lucky was a boy that was considerably smaller than the other dog. Where Luthor was rather fit and muscular, Lucky was thin, feminine, and about a head shorter.
“I wanted to wait up for you, but I fell asleep,” Lucky retorted and stuck out his tongue.
Luthor held a smirk on his face and glanced back down to the book. “Chemistry eh?” he noted.
“Just a bit of homework,” the dalmatian said with a wide yawn and scooted up to wrap his arms around the doberman's neck. The two shared another kiss and Lucky shifted so his feet settling back to the floor. The book clamped shut between his legs and a couple papers fluttered away.
“Well, it's a school night,” the doberman muttered after a pause in their embrace. “You gotta get back to sleep.”
“Hmm, may I stay with you tonight?” Lucky asked cutely and tried his best to give the other dog puppy eyes. It didn't take much of Luthor staring into those big, brown hues for him to give a sigh and nod.
“All right, but only because it's already so late,” he said and leaned back until he was at a full stand.
“Yay!” the dalmatian laughed and jumped up to his feet. Despite Luthor still being bottomless from work, Lucky was fully clothed and normal looking. The smaller dog padded off to the single bedroom of the apartment and hopped up onto the king sized bed that dominated the room. Luthor followed and began to strip away his vest and shirt that was underneath. His tie followed afterword and he came up beside the other completely naked.
The two had a unique relationship, or perhaps lack there of. Recently Lucky had become single, having shed an abusive boyfriend with the confidence that Luthor had instilled into him. The dalmatian had initially thought he and the doberman would be together, but in reality they weren't able. A boyfriend was something Luthor couldn't commit to, given his job and life style it wasn't fair for him to force the pup to adhere to rules that he couldn't. Despite what the dalmatian wanted, it was all forbidden fruit.
Lucky smirked as he looked over the fit, nude dog beside him and licked his lips. The sight was short lived, however as Luthor slipped under the covers and stretched out a bit as his head rested back on one of the pillows. The dalmatian began to strip as well, tossing each article to the side of the bed and slipping under the large comfortable blanket. The two slipped closer, warm bodies easing against one another as Lucky pushed his back up against Luthor's chest.
The doberman's strong arm rested over the other's side and held him closer. The two got into a more comfortable position, and after a while Luthor began to doze off, but a fidget from the dalmatian brought him back. A light nudge from Lucky's butt pressed back onto the doberman's sheath, nudging at him a little more. At first Luthor didn't care or think much about it until it happened again and wouldn't stop.
“Lucky...” Luthor grumbled and opened his eyes.
“I can't get to sleep...” Lucky replied and turned in his lover's arm.
“Just relax,” Luthor continued and licked over the dalmatian's ears.
“I can't, I have too much energy now,” Lucky whimpered and continued to gently push and grind his backside onto the other's sheath. He didn't stop until he felt a wet, warm tip bump against his backside. A rough grunt came from the larger male and on reaction, pressed himself against the soft butt that continued to wiggle.
“Please, I just wanna sleep,” Luthor mumbled again, though his body continued to betray him. Every time he would feel that soft rear end push more against his sheath another inch of his cock would slip free.
“Just a quicky, and then I'll go to sleep right afterword, I promise!” Lucky pleaded and brought a paw back to hold the back of Luthor's neck. The doberman smirked to himself and gave a light sigh.
“All right, fine then,” Luthor chuckled and began to draw a paw up and down the dalmatian's soft, spotted belly. “But you have to promise me you'll go to sleep.”
“I do! I promise!” Lucky barked and panted excitedly. A small roaming paw braced against the doberman's belly and felt down until it had a firm hold of his growing member. A soft moan escaped from over top the pup's head that made a bigger smile draw over his lips. With his other paw Lucky licked and suckled at his middle and index finger, making sure to get them covered well enough with a layer of saliva before he slipped them down between his thighs.
Lucky's legs spread further apart, tenting the covers as he pressed his lubricated fingers against his own tailhole. He rubbed at the puckered spot for a little while before he began to push them inside. He moaned to himself and shivered. Luthor could tell what he was doing right away, and so he began to act. He licked at his own fingers to get them slick and then joined in with the dalmatian's preparation. Lucky's paw was nudged out of the way, allowing the doberman to dip his middle finger all the way inside of his lover. A soft moan escaped the smaller dog and his stroking motions became a big harder.
Luthor's cock had swollen well and clear of its furry home, a rock hard girth that was slick and even tainted in the essence of other males from earlier that night. Lucky seemed to notice the smell right away and he became more determined to get the length inside of him. He humped more against the finger that sawed back and forth, relaxing his pucker and bending forward to show that he was ready.
The doberman let him do all the work as he drew his paw away. Lucky aimed the throbbing, hot member down against his ass and began to back up. As smooth as could be, the ring of muscle took in the manhood without much resistance. The two shared in a quiet moan as more and more was taken inside. Luthor wrapped his arm around the other dog's waist and pulled him closer, the two drawing more near until everything that doberman had to offer was firmly fit inside.
Together they began to move. Lucky's leg came over the other's thigh, leveraging himself as he humped back. Luthor's paws came to hold him at the hip, bringing him back and forth in a way that had his cock making long, loving strokes. The dalmatian's moans began to grow in volume along side the other's breathy groans. The bed squeaked in tandem with their movements as they became more aggressive.
Lucky pushed himself back as Luthor drove his hips up. The two would meet with clap as their bodies would stroke, the pup's hole being expertly used. This is what the dalmatian loved, to be held in another's embrace while being passionately taken. This was never how it was with his ex, who only ever made him feel disgusted and usable. No, Luthor was much different.
The dalmatian began to grind up and down every time he would press onto the other's hips. He loved how the dick inside would stir him up and strike against his prostate. His voice became a bit more high pitched and girly, his body rocking harder in a way that was getting pretty loud. For a moment Luthor wondered if any of his neighbors could hear, hoping greatly that he wasn't disturbing anyone else's sleep.
As if not completely satisfied, Lucky decided to take the reigns of their fun. He gave an extra hard push against the much larger dog and was able to coerce him onto his back. The dalmatian climbed on top, still keeping the rock hard manhood inside of him, and began to ride reverse cowgirl style. He rested back on his paws, planting them against Luthor's lower belly as he situated his feet on either side of the doberman's thighs. From there he began to bounce up and down.
The floor thudded lightly but the bed noise grew more rhythmic. Luthor held the pup's waist and rolled his hips to meet every motion that he made down. Grunts from the bigger dog grew louder and more aggressive, his jaws clenching from time to time as he let the dalmatian take over. It wasn't often that he wasn't the one in control, but it was nice to be the one getting ridden after a long night.
Lucky's cock had grown well out of its own sheath and was swinging around wildly as his form bobbed up and down. Pre cum was flung from its tip, just a few droplets here and there but he didn't have the attention enough to attend to it. By comparison he was quite a bit shorter and thinner than the one that was deep inside of his ass. In a way it seemed more accurate to call it a clit than a cock, as it maxed out at just three inches. While cute, it didn't get played with every often, and if he could get used in just the right away there was no difficulty for him to climax paws free.
At the base of Luthor's cock his knot began to swell. It was about the size of an orange and it thumped hard against the outside of the young pup's tailhole. Lucky could feel the protrusion, and he was determined to take it all inside. Even on his own meager shaft, a knot the size of a walnut swelled, it signified they were both getting close to cumming.
“Ah! Cum in me!” Lucky pleaded and looked over his shoulder. Luthor had his eyes clenched shut and his face was contorted into a mask of bliss and effort. His mouth hung open as he sucked in deep gulps of air and panted them back out. The room had gotten so very hot since they had started having their fun. The covers were completely kicked off, leaving the two males with nothing but themselves and the bed.
“Mmh, I'm gunna cum!” Luthor warned, his grip tightening on the smaller dog's body. The power behind the doberman's thrusting hips grew exponentially, and with one extra strong thrust his knot popped inside. The dalmatian yelped out as pain and pleasure hit him at the same time. He loved feeling this kind of full, forcefully tied to another and unable to get away. The feeling grew quickly within the doberman. In a wave of pleasure that swelled out from his pelvis it seemed to erupt up his cock and materialized as a thick jet of cum that sprayed deep within the pup's body.
Lucky howled out as he felt his insides become painted and full. The constant pressure applied to his prostate and the warm feeling that spread out from his midsection sent him over the edge as well. A meager spurt of cum gushed from his own cock tip, barely landing farther than the bed with most of it dribbling down the side. He could feel every spurt of warm semen inside, his body rigid atop the other. Luthor had been letting out a steady growl as he grit his teeth and held his eyes shut. The electric euphoria was something that didn't let go of him easily.
The doberman was only able to give a few quick, short bucks before the two settled down. Both panting and slowly coming down from their incredible experience, Lucky let his paws slip and laid back against his lover's chest. The spotted dog felt himself raise and lower with every breath the other took, finding the motion to be soothing and pleasant. Luthor gently stroke a paw down over Lucky's belly and side, but there was no stopping him from falling asleep now.
Still tied and greatly worn out, the two dogs drifted off into dreams. The heat of the room continued, and with the size difference between them, one lying on top of the other was a sensual experience. Certainly not the first time the two had done this, neither was apt to complain about the unique situation.
11AM came quick, and no one was more happy to greet the day than Merun. It was surprising how little sleep he actually needed, barely six hours and he was already up. He liked to arrive an hour earlier at the Bottomless Bar than everyone else and even when it was supposed to open. It was about this time that the suppliers would come around. He did all the work of bringing cases of beer and liquor into the backroom to be stored and situated.
After stocking, he busied himself with sweeping down the whole place and doing a couple odd things here and there. About five minutes before noon, Jasmine came sauntering in through the front door. She arrived bottomless with her red vest, gold tie, and white undershirt, like everyone usually did, and carried with her an aura of happiness that was infectious.
“Morning, boss-man,” she said cheerfully as she disappeared into the break room.
“Heyas,” Merun said after her as he emptied a dustpan into a waste basket. She came skipping back out and hopped to the neon sign in the window that said 'Open' and flicked it on. Just then the noon siren sounded out at the police station, marking the beginning of the business day for them. “How has your morning been?” he asked as she came back behind the counter.
“It's been all right. How about yours?” she replied.
“Good, just getting some things squared away,” he continued and put away the broom in his paw. Jasmine went around to the three big, flat screen TVs they had and flicked them on, tuning each to a different channel. The day was quick to fall into a lull that was normally associated with a bar on a weekday. It was about an hour in and only two guests came around, drank a beer or two, and then left.
It was seeping into the afternoon and things continued to be slow. It was during this particular downtime that Merun had begun to let his mind and eyes wonder. Jasmine was leaning against the counter, her legs crossed as she stood in a way that pushed her butt out. Her spade tail gave a twitch every so often, the action causing his gaze to fixate on her perfectly round butt. He couldn't get over how luscious her rear end was, how it was so toned and taken care of. From between her thighs he could peek the barest indication of her pussy lips and just beneath her tail was the slightest hint of her tailhole.
“Enjoying the view, boss-man?” she teased, her head having turned to look back at him. The husky hadn't quite realized how long he had been staring, and so when he heard her words he suddenly snapped to attention like he had been caught doing something that he shouldn't have. The sudden reaction made her laugh and turn around to put her back to the counter. “You know, it's okay to look, the name of the game is being eye-candy, isn't it?” she continued.
“Heh, yeah, you're right,” Merun said and rubbed a paw against his cheek and chin. “I guess I'm still getting used to being a manager and not a patron, you know?” he explained.
“Mhmm,” she murmured and stroked a finger down the front of her belly. Merun followed the action with his eyes, absolutely transfixed as he watched her run the digit against the exposed slit of her pussy. She suddenly spun back around and pushed her butt out to the canine with a grin showing brightly on her face. “Wanna touch?”
Merun chuckled and stepped a bit closer. “You're all right with it?” he asked.
“Of course! I work hard to be admired and tried, not to just be a showcase,” she explained and watched as the canine's large paw came up to feel across her soft buttcheek. She giggled at the feeling and pushed herself against his warm paw. “Oh! That reminds me, you haven't had a taste of me yet, have you?” she said, still teasing. Merun blinked and turned his gaze up to her for a moment, letting her words sink in.
“No, I guess I haven't,” he replied and let his paw fall away from her.
“Have you had a taste of Alice?” she asked, of course referring to the DJ.
“Well,” he began and felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks. “I'd have to say I've had a lot more than just a taste,” he explained. His words made the lapin laugh.
“Heh, she's quite the firecracker, isn't she?”
“Yeah, that's one way to put it,” he said back and rested both paws on his hips. Jasmine stared up at the husky and then drew her eyes to his rather large sheath, which seemed to be in proportion with the rest of his body. She could see the slightest hint of a red tip beginning to poke out from the top and being as close as she was, she could also smell the faintest hint of his musk. Suddenly she lifted her leg and placed it up against the bar counter while keeping her other foot planted on the floor. She pushed her butt out even more and stuck out her tongue.
“Go ahead and lick my pussy. It'll give us something to do in the meantime,” she said with a breathy tone. Merun wasn't nearly as shocked about her forwardness as he should have been, but then again he had been expecting something like this. After all, the first time he had met her was when she was in the middle of getting fucked by one of the bar's patrons.
“You don't waste any time, do you?” the husky said with a chuckle, his eyes staring at her spread cheeks and fully exposed cunt. She only shook her head in response, her gaze turned over her shoulder as she watched her boss kneel behind her and push his muzzle up between her legs. She waited eagerly and was rewarded with a broad, warm tongue drawing over her nether lips. She gasped and felt a shiver run up her spine.
A grumble emanated from Merun's throat as he continued lick, he could feel how wet she was getting and how the heat was practically dripping from her pussy. He pushed his face up harder against her backside, the renewed pressure causing a bright blush to form over Jasmine's cheeks. With every pass of his expert tongue a soft squeak or moan would drift from her open mouth.
Secretly, he loved having his face buried into a gorgeous ass. Even as his nose pushed up against her tailhole, he drank in her naughty scent like it was wine. The tip of his tongue played at her clit for a few spare moments before he pulled up and began to push it inside. Jasmine leaned over the counter, her modest bust resting on the edge as she was brought to blissful whimpering.
He loved how she tasted and how tight she was, even for his tongue. When he pulled back he admired her slickened cunt, how it would quiver and wink at him. His gaze eventually turned to her tailhole, and not wanting to show favoritism, leaned up and began to lap at that as well. Another bolt of pleasure streaked up her back, making her body arch upward. She let out louder moans as he began to lick her pucker like he had her cunt, going up and down before eventually drawing circles around the surface. So rare was it that she got rimmed that she almost forgot how it felt.
From Merun's sheath, his entire cock had emerged. After several minutes of pleasing her he wasn't able to keep himself from getting aroused. At a full ten inches, his rock hard pyre throbbed with the beat of his powerful heart. Pre cum dripped down the side and the warmth that it emitted was like a poker straight from the fire. The husky had sealed his lips around her asshole and was prodding at her entrance with the tip of his tongue. She had actually relaxed enough to the point that she was allowing him access, but before he could get too far along, there came the sound of the bar's front door opening.
Merun stood up rather quickly from behind, his eyes turning over to see who it was that thought to pay them a visit. Nearby was a construction sight, a new Library was being built a block over and things had really begun to pick up as the weather became warmer. One of the site's workers, a burly mare that donned a hard hat, denim suspenders, and a fluorescent vest, had decided to come in on one of her breaks. Seeing the two bartenders heated and obviously sexually worked up, she grinned and gave a slight wave.
“Oh don't let me spoil your fun,” she commented as she came up and slid into a bar chair. “I saw you guys doin' your thing and I thought I might come over and watch. If you don't mind,” she explained. Her voice was deep, reflecting her outward appearance of a hard laborer, but she came off pleasant enough.
“Of course, no problem at all,” Merun chirped up. His erect shaft bumped lightly against the bunny's ass, even nudging up between her cheeks and grinding there like a hotdog between buns.
“Is there anything we can get you while you watch?” Jasmine asked while still panting, her blush growing even brighter with the presence of an audience.
“Oh. Well, a Miller would be nice,” she replied. Merun didn't hardly have to go anywhere, he simply reached down and opened the cooler with one paw while he grabbed a bottle opener with the other. Snatching a brown bottle, he popped the top off and set the drink on a coaster in front of the mare. She took the bottle up and gave it a sip, watching intently as Merun shifted his body enough to aim his cock down.
Jasmine kept herself braced. She gasped as she felt his cock press against her cunt and force her open. She was very prepared for his entry, practically dripping from his attentive licking from earlier. Combined with the pre cum that seemed to cover his cock, and there was no doubt that he would fit. In almost one motion he pressed every inch of himself inside of her pussy, the action causing her to clench down and wiggle back on his hips.
The mare bit her lip as she watched the large canine move against the smaller bunny. His powerful paws gripped her at the hip and held her still as he began to drive his length nice and deep. He worked at a moderate pace, his body drawing back to the point that his shaft almost popped free before driving it all back inside. Jasmine was whimpering and moaning out as she received the surprisingly gentle movements.
Merun's eyes were half lidded as he watched down over her limp form, her arms sprawling to grab the edge of the bar counter. Her body jostled with each powerful hit that he delivered. A combination of their fluids dripped to the floor, increasing with frequency as their movements became faster.
The husky gave a low growl and moan, his tongue hanging from the front of his mouth as he leaned his form over hers. With weight getting thrown behind each thrust, she began to feel his cock grind hard against her cervix. The way he worked his hips against hers every time he pushed in sent lightning up her side and caused her head to tilt back. She stared off into space with her eyelids half way coming down, her maw coming open as she panted hotly.
The wet slapping grew louder and faster, Merun's hips transforming into a blur as he let his musculature take over. His grip was like a vice on her lithe body, keeping her still. The way he took her was animalistic, at first he was able to keep his composure, though it soon fell away. Before long he was growling and snarling over her, teeth bared and grit as he towered.
The bar patron watched with fevered interest as this poor rabbit was fucked so mercilessly. She was at a great enough angle that she could watch as that thick canid cock slammed against the other girl's wanting pussy with fierce fervor. She could see how the knot at the base of his cock had swelled and was threatening to pop inside and tier them together. It also told her that he was getting close.
“Hey,” the mare spoke up, “You should cum in her ass.” The deep words cut through Merun's ecstasy riddled mind and he glanced up at the girl with a grin. Jasmine was slow to register as she was far off in her own little world of bliss, but the words did sink in as the husky suddenly pulled his cock free of her sopping, wet hole. The bunny gasped and straightened her back, her eyes turning over her shoulder again as Merun began to rub his shaft up between her cheeks, teasing. Her tailhole gave a wink and quivered when he braced the flat tip to her pucker and began to push inside.
Jasmine's eyes went wide and she cried out in pure joy as her asshole was forced open. She'd never admit it, but she loved anal. The pressure that she felt as every last bit of his member pushed deep inside was exquisite to say the least, and she craved it like nothing else. The rutting began again, picking up with the strength and speed from before.
Merun's growls and grunts were immediately elevated and strained. He could feel the pressure coming on quickly, the familiar building of pleasure that started at the base of his cock. He let out a low growl and threw his head back, fighting the urge to howl as cum erupted through his shaft and began to gush inside of the bunny's rear end. The feeling of her boss's essence filling her ass made her cry out, forced into her own orgasm that had her convulsing hard and grinding back on the throbbing shaft.
She worked herself back and forth, humping hard on him as if she was trying to milk him dry. Thick globs and strings of his jizz continued to paint and cover her insides, his knot having pounded away at her entrance in an attempt to slip inside but it was no use. To Jasmine's relief she was too tight to have his apple sized base lock them together for some obscene amount of time. Productivity would no doubt sharply decline if that happened.
The bunny's whimpers and whines died away after a little while, her composure building back up to have a much more professional facade. Merun was left grinning as he panted, watching over her as he too straightened his back and began to draw himself away from her.
“You're not gunna let all of that stuff go to waste, are you?” the mare asked, staring from Merun's eyes to his cum covered cock.
“What? You mean this?” The husky asked and began to pull his shaft back enough to show that it was dripping jizz, its surface layered with the thick fluid.
“Yeah! I'll give you five bucks for a shot of it,” she went on. Merun couldn't believe his ears, but nonetheless he gave a shrug. He'd do her one better, he grabbed a glass from a rack and held it under his member as he pulled back. It was as if he let the floodgates loose, because as soon as his cock was free there came a gush and splash. Jasmine watched over her shoulder, pushing her rear end back and even keeping her tail hiked and out of the way.
The syrupy semen splashed into the glass and began to fill it up. The white stuff dripped from the ridge of the bunny's gaped tailhole as the initial flow tapered off. When the two were certain no more was going to come out, the husky held the glass under his member and brushed it off as best he could into the collection. When it was all said and done, the glass was about a quarter full and was very messy, but something told the bar owner that the mare wouldn't care.
The equine patron had completely finished her beer by the time the glass came to her on its own coaster. She eagerly took it up and sipped at the viscous contents. She smacked her lips and licked at the glass's rim. “I think this could use something,” she commented as she took another sip. “Mind if I get a shot of vodka with it?”
“Of course!” Merun replied but Jasmine was already on it. She had turned back to the wall full of liquor and hard alcohol to grab a large clear bottle. She came back to the counter and poured a shot worth of the liquid in with the jizz.
“I've often thought this went well with cum. You've got good taste,” Jasmine stated and smirked. The mare took the glass up again and swirled it around more to blend the contents. She made quick work of the mixture, drinking it all back rather quickly before setting the glass back down and tossing a bill onto the counter.
“Hey, think you'd want a job here? We're looking for new bartenders,” Merun explained as he leaned against the bar counter.
“Sorry,” the equine laughed and gave her head a shake. “I've already got a thing going on, but I know someone who might be interested. I'll send then your way.” She got up from her seat and winked at the two. “Have a good day! And if I may say, you should really make that drink a thing,” she said as she began to walk for the door.
“Have a good day,” Merun called back, watching her walk back towards the construction sight. Her words began to settle in his head and an interesting idea came to light. “Say, Jasmine,” he said, turning to the girl. She perked her ears and fixed her eyes to his. “Had there ever been a cum styled drink for the Bottomless Bar before?”
“Nope, I think it's because we've never really had the fire power to keep up with something like that,” she explained as she replaced the Vodka bottle back onto the shelf. "I mean, I've heard Luthor try and give his own 'special on the rocks' but he can't keep that up all the time, ya know?"
“Interesting,” the husky said to himself as he rubbed at his chin. The idea had been seeded and it was already growing. Certainly this was something he was going to have to bring to Luthor's attention.
