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CHAPTER 3

"Hmmmm. Jess, does this look good?"

Adam stood in his room, in front of his closet, as he looked into a large mirror connected to the door. Clothes were thrown over his double bed, and his lamp had a tie around the neck. The buck inspected his bum in the shorts and gripped his pecs in the fishnet shirt. A glow necklace was around his neck, and his brown eyes glittered in the glow stick's light. The blue carpet that covered his room had matching attire laid out all around him in a semicircle. A glass door that opened out onto a balcony was closed shut and the curtains drawn. The wall was painted a nice tan color, and several pictures hung on the wall. Most consisted of nature scenery, but three were knights in armor, waiting for their orders, a wizard casting powerful spells, and a party of adventurers lashing out against a massive feral dragon.

The room itself seemed to be well-organized, and not a thing was out of place. A small nightstand was next to his bed with a dungeon master's book which had a bookmark sticking out of the pages, and a case that sat close by held a multitude of different dice. Below the nightstand, several other books were stacked inside. In fact, most of Adam's room consisted of a cabinet that held all of his books. It was sort of like a mini library.

"I look like I got lost at a rave, but I do like how the netting hugs my chest. What do you think?"

The gazelle looked him up and down for a moment before grinning. "My honest opinion? If you weren't gay, I'd be trying to drag you to my own bed," Jessica laughed. "That should definitely get you some attention at the club! I mean, you're not the most muscular guy ever, but it hugs what you've got pretty damn well!"

Adam grinned wide at the comment and smiled before walking out of the room. He strutted his way to the living room to see Dan sitting on the couch and eating a bowl of cereal. The dragon's maw chomped slowly on the wheat-based cereal, and his long tongue caught most of the milk. If Adam wasn't so focused on strutting, he would have commened on the way the dragon ate his cereal so barbarically. Adam leaned against the edge of the wall that led into the hallway and placed his left hand on his hip.

"What do you think, Dan?"

Dan's blue scales reflected in the artificial light, and his large wings fluttered slightly. As he tried to respond, milk poured out of his mouth and into the bowl before he brought his massive paw to his lips and wiped over them casually. His fierce yellow eyes scanned over the deer's lean, yet chiseled body.

"Attractive," Adam commented snarkily.

"Says the guy who looks like he just got hazed by a fisherman. I can see your...everything!" the dragon snapped back as he placed his bowl of cereal onto the arm of the couch and tisked.

"I thought I looked sexy!" Adam whined.

"Well, sorry, but you asked for my opinion, and I gave it to you, chief." Adam huffed and stomped back to his room, his heavy footfalls indicating that he was ultimately not happy with the response. Dan shrugged, concentrating on his cereal again with a pleased expression across his face.

"Jess, I think I will just go with the usual," Adam sighed as he pulled off the glow stick necklace and began to strip once again, but not before he heard the quiet click of Jess taking a picture of him with her phone.

"J-Jess, what the hell was that?" Adam asked, although not wanting to hear the answer. The gazelle smirked. "Do you want the joke answer or the serious answer? Actually, scratch that. I'll tell you both, and you can decide which is which: I'm a single lady who has needs, so what do you think I'm going to do with a picture of a sexy male deer in fishnet? And I'm totally going to use this for blackmail."

"I am going to go with that being blackmail, Jess. I hate you so much." Adam said as his face became extremely warm.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she smirked in reply. "So, you're seriously going to go to a club with the formal look? I mean, who the hell dances in dress clothes?"

"Well, Toby did say it was a bar. The way he explains it is just so...vibrant," Adam replied as he pulled the red button up shirt over his naked chest and pulled his left leg through the black khaki pants.

Jess just sighed. "You look good in those clothes, don't get me wrong, but seriously? At least, in the other outfit, you were guaranteed to turn some heads, but now you're just going to be part of the crowd. The stuffy part of the crowd!"

Adam chuckled as he pulled the belt around his waist tight and finished buttoning up the shirt. "Well, at least I will not stand out like a sore thumb," Adam said with a confident smile as he kicked at the pant legs to get them to fall over his ankles before he adjusted his collar.

The gazelle sighed again. "True, but we both know you're not just going there for a few free drinks. You're going to go there and have a good time, and possibly try to attract a cute guy to bring home with you. Meanwhile, you discarded the sexy clothes for...church clothes," she said with a hint of mock disgust.

Adam giggled and said, "Well, these 'church clothes' have wooed males from all over the area, so I am not afraid to wear them proudly once again. I look great, feel great, and now that I think about it, I don't look like I am begging for it. Maybe Dan was right for once." All of a sudden, a laugh rang out from the living room. "OH! That's rich, coming from you! Say it again, please!" Dan yelled.

Adam rolled his eyes and said, "Well, Jess, if you look past the clothes, do I look like the type of guy to wrangle down a..."

He paused and looked for the right words.

"A bison?"

"A bison?" Jessica echoed back with some confusion. "If you're doing that, you're going to want some cowboy clothes, and--" she trailed off as her mind made the connection. "Wait, are you going there with a target in mind?"

"Well, not in mind. I doubt someone like him would show up, but I may have accidently stabbed him with my antlers, and I may have had a crush on him since..." Adam explained while twiddling his fingers nervously.

"Let me guess: big, beefy, and a man of few words?" Dan's voice shouted from the living room.

Adam just smiled innocently up at Jess. The gazelle just looked confused. "Wait, how the hell do you know who he's talking about, Dan?" Jessica asked, trying to figure out how the dragon had made the connection.

"I don't! I just know that's who the buck always falls for. It's been obvious since I moved into this apartment."

Jess raised an eyebrow as she looked at Adam, mentally going through all of her best friend's sexual conquests and relationships. "Well, son of a bitch. How did I never make that connection? Even the guy you tried to set me up with fits that description!"

"Sorry, Jess. I thought you knew," Adam said with mock sympathy, as if a relative was dying. He placed a hand on Jess's shoulder and squeezed before walking, strutting, rather, into the living room.

"What do you think now?" Adam asked Dan.

The dragon harrumphed and looked up from his bowl with a milk mustache on his scaled lips.

"You look as if a cocktail party became a man," Dan commented with a raised eyebrow. Before Adam could protest, however, he added, "But it does make you look suave."

Adam stopped with a raised finger and raised his arms in victory as he walked back to his room to gather his phone, wallet, and keys. The phone and wallet sat inside a small drawer on the nightstand, and the keys hung on a hook by the closet. He pocketed them without much of a thought as he adjusted the neck of his shirt, making sure it was not too tight.

"Well, Toby said I should drive over, so I will see you guys later. He told me he reserved a spot just for me," Adam said with a wink.

Jessica laughed out loud. "Twenty bucks says the spot is in his lap!" she smirked. "I'll stay up all night, waiting for my little buck to come home...and to see who he brings home, of course," the gazelle giggled. "Someone's gotta do the motherly thing and make sure you make good life choices!"

"Good life choices my bum, Jess. I don't know if you should be the one lecturing me after you took a picture of my chest in fishnet. Anyway, see you later!" Adam said as he walked out of his room and towards the front door.

"See you later as well, Dan," Adam said with a smile.

The dragon grinned and gave a wave as he turned on the Xbox console by the pressing in the guide button on his controller. "Just make sure to wrap it before you smash it." "Whatever. Both of you are disgusting."

"Love youuuu!" Jess laughed hysterically as the deer opened the front door. "Don't make any choices I wouldn't make! Actually, wait, make those choices!"

The buck closed the door to the apartment and made his way towards the elevator once again after giving a curt wave. Sweat already began to form on his neck, and he adjusted his collar appropriately once again. The window to Adam's left was open, and the sun was below the horizon. A cool night breeze blew into the hall, and Adam was thankful for the respite away from the heat. Stars twinkled in the night sky, and the sound of traffic hummed in the background.

Checking his phone, Adam noticed that the time was 8:30pm.

When the elevator doors opened, Adam stepped in and adjusted his collar once again.

When the doors of the elevator opened once again, Adam stepped out and walked out to the parking lot of the building. Pulling out his keys, Adam clicked a button to unlock his car. Although there were rows of cars, the flash of headlights from a red Dodge Neon caught his eye, and he unlocked the car to get in. Overall, the car was clean, but there were remnants of water bottles scattered about and a bit of fast food trash in the back. A pine tree air freshener hung from the mirror, and as Adam adjusted the rearview mirror, he gave the green pine tree a flick.

"Whelp, best not keep Toby waiting," Adam said out loud as he backed his car out of the parking lot and drove his way to the club. The drive itself was scenic but busy. People were going to wherever they needed to be, and some were doing so at breakneck speeds. The wheels of his car hummed as he drove, and the bumps provided a rhythm that only driving could give.

Adam clicked the gps coordinates Toby gave him via text message into his phone, and a robotic voice eventually got him to a two story apartment-looking building. Over the front was a neon sign. A drink was held in a fox's hand, and his silhouette had a smirk across his face. His body was being held by what appeared to be another black silhouette that seemed to stand over him ominously.

The sign read, in flickering pink neon, "Foxhole Lounge". One burly-looking, white bull bouncer was busy separating people and making the flow of patrons going inside as seamless as possible. Some of the shadier-looking people were pushed to the side, along with those who were found to be underage, since the establishment served alcohol.

A sign hung on the side of the building which pointed to the side alley, and it said, "Parking in the rear". The sign, ironically, had a fox painted on it who was bending over and smirking, his butt clearly on display. Luckily, the silhouette was moved sideways, and no one had to blinded by the fox's hole as they drove past.

Adam, looking at the sign, felt his ears droop, and said, "Maybe they are just a bit more...risque than most places?" he assured himself as he turned on his turn signal and made a hard left to the back of the building.

Pulling into the parking lot, the buck looked around to see the lot was pretty full. A couple of regular spots were open, but when he pulled into a separate area closer to the building and further away from the regular spots, there was a sign that said, "Mr. Wueller VIP." The sign was decorative, and the same fox from the side of the building was busy stripping off a bowtie and grinning mischievously. The sign showed his pecs and cut off his face right above the toothy smile. Opening the car door and hopping out, Adam scanned the area. The parking lot was populated entirely by males, and all of them were clad in revealing clothing that showed their assets. Some were dressed more conservatively or casually, but others stuck out like sore thumbs. Shrugging it off, Adam followed the sidewalk and used the pink neon to find his way. When he reached the bouncer, the line that had been small at one point, had grown quite a bit, and Adam huffed as he reached into his pocket to check his phone. Toby had sent a text that read, "Where r u? The entertainment is about to start!"

Chuckling, Adam typed back, "I'm outside, waiting in line. It looks like it may be a while." "Ur VIP. Just cut the line, and I'll see u inside, stud!"

Putting away his phone, Adam bumped his way past the crowd. Some guys looked angry, while others gave the deer a strange look. Every person Adam bumped was dressed so much more revealing than he was, and here he was shuffling to the front in...

"Church clothes," a voice echoed in the back of his mind.

Shaking the thoughts away and tapping the bouncer on the shoulder, Adam said, "Hello, sir. I believe I am a VIP."

"Name?" the absolutely massive, white-furred bull asked, his piercing blue eyes looking down at Adam. He wore blue jeans and a form-fitting, black t-shirt that had "security" written across the back and right shoulder in big white letters, and the shirt looked like it was going to rip off of the musclebound bovine at any moment. On the right shoulder, above the word "security", the logo of the club was proudly on display, and what he could only assume was the bull's name, Jericho, written below it.

The deep voice vibrated through Adam's very being, and the deer felt a bit intimidated by the large presence looming over him, but he kept his cool. After all, he did survive the run-in with Lance the day before.

"Adam Wueller...sir," Adam managed to say with a bit of swagger.

The bouncer looked down at his clipboard and made a humming noise as he ran down the list of names. "You said Wueller?" the bull verified. "I need to see some I.D., of course. Club regulations and all that."

"Of course," Adam said as he fished through his pocket to finally grasp his wallet and handed Jericho his driver's license. It was a vertical-oriented license, proving he was at least twenty-one, and it showed a horrible picture of the buck squinting at the camera flash.

And the picture was not retaken, much to Adam's embarrassment. The rest read: Sex: Male Date of Birth: December 15, 1992 Species: Whitetail Deer State of Residence: Illinois

Jericho looked between the license and the buck before him, smirking. "Really didn't do a good job on your picture, did they?" he chuckled, handing the license back to Adam.

Giving a bashful chuckle, Adam snagged his license back from the bull's grasp quickly, and replied, "No, but most people don't look at the picture. But I guess I can look past that, for you."

The bouncer raised an eyebrow and laughed slightly. "Are you hitting on me, little buck?" he grinned, crossing his arms across his large chest, clipboard still in hand.

Adam snapped out of admiring the large arms across the bull's broad chest and said, "N- no! Am I...free to go?"

Although Adam had confidence before, it faded when the bouncer called him out on his flirting. Adam had to admit, he wouldn't mind staying over at Jericho's place into the late hours on the night.

Jericho almost looked disappointed, for some reason. "Shame. You're pretty cute," he mumbled. "Anyway, go on in," the white bull replied, unhooking the velvet rope in front of the entry door to allow Adam inside. "Enjoy your evening, Mr. Wueller," he added, seemingly all about business now.

"Oh...he called me cute...and he looked so crushed..." Adam thought to himself as he gave Jericho an awkward wave and walked in. He made it about halfway into the hallway that led into the club, and Adam could hear the thump of music in his ears, but he started to have second thoughts.

A moment later, he walked back out, tapped the bouncer on the shoulder again, and asked innocently, "Is it too late to ask for your phone number...sir?"

A look of surprise was plastered all over the bull's face. Clearly, he hadn't expected Adam to come back out, and the buck would just move on with his evening, disregarding the bouncer's comment. "I...erm...yeah, sure, bud," he replied. "Give me your phone, and I'll put it in for ya."

"Here you go," Adam said as he quickly passed his phone to Jericho. The crowd seemed to be watching with interest, and there were a couple of wolf-whistles in the back.

"Oh, calm yourselves," the bull grumbled as he opened the buck's address book and started entering his number. Upon saving it, he handed the phone back to Adam and smiled softly. "I look forward to hearing from you." With that, he turned back to the line of people wanting to get in and went back to doing his job. Upon looking at the screen, Adam could see that the white bull had saved his contact info as 'Jericho-That Smokin' Hot Bouncer From Last Night'.

Pocketing his phone and continuing inside, Adam smiled and thought to himself, "Cocky, but that just adds icing onto the beefcake," as he walked through another single door inside with a hop in his step.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. It was a combination of alcohol and a sweet, fresh smell that barely covered the smell of so many bodies, as if a gym and a floral arrangement shop had a baby. The second thing that he noticed was the pink hue that seemed to resonate around the area. The hue reflected off the dance floor and blended in with the modern-looking furniture scattered around. The pink reminded Adam distinctively of bubble gum, and the buck had a desire to chew on the candy all of a sudden.

The room was spacious, but the space was incredibly crowded with people, noises, and lights. As his hooves clopped across the concrete floor, Adam's ears thumped with the sound of the house music that made him tap his hand against his pants subconsciously to the pumping techno beat. A DJ in the back was busy spinning turntables and watching the crowd of people in the darker area of the club which was presumably a dance floor. A steel pole shined brightly in front of the center of the far wall, and the silver sheen glimmered. More lights shined onto the pole, casting the pink light across it. Other than the pole, nothing was currently up on the raised stage which stood beside the dance floor and the DJ's booth.

The decorations around the room were clean and well-kept, and there were numerous pieces of art or photographs hanging on the walls. Some such pieces consisted of models posing in various clothes, while others were more promiscuous. One had a musclebound dog with a collar around his neck, and the canine was nuzzling into the pouch of a thong worn by another male. The other art followed the same pattern from strangely abstract art to downright erotic art where two males may have been just seconds away from fucking in front of the painter.

To the left of the buck, a bar stood at the ready for patrons to sit around and order drinks. Some were sitting on the stools, chatting idly, while others were making advances on the bartender whom Adam recognized instantly as Toby. People were scurrying about, and some were making small talk, while others were busy on the lounge seats, getting to know each other more intimately. Although the crowd was dense, Adam snaked his way through, took a seat at the bar, and when Toby made his way down the line of seats towards Adam, the deer said, "So, about those drinks you promised..."

"Adam!" the otter squeaked, practically launching himself over the bar to hug his friend. "I honestly half-expected you to not show up at all! I was so excited when I heard you were actually here, because of your text." He released the deer and straightened the skimpy black vest he was wearing, then proceeded to adjust his bowtie. "Anyway, I owe you two Tipsy Tobys, right?" he smirked, turning to grab some glasses, letting Adam see that the otter only wore a bright red thong below his vest, his thick, rudder-like tail swaying excitedly as he began preparing the drinks.

Adam blushed when he noticed the otter's cheeks visible in the skimpy garment. The deer watched with increased interest as he watched one cheek flex before falling limp and the other following suit as Toby sauntered over to the mixer and began to prepare the ingredients. Even though there was a content smile across Adam's face, he asked calmly, "Toby, what kind of bar is this?"

"I'll give you a hint, Adam," the otter laughed, turning back towards the buck. "This is the kind of place where everyone here is just like yourself. You noticed the lack of females around here already, right? Well, there's a very good reason for that!" Toby nodded to his right as he looked at Adam, drawing the deer's attention to a skinny male tiger who had jumped up onto the barstool with its occupant and was in the process of making out with an athletically built male wolf right there at the bar, in front of everyone, and no one seemed to bat an eye, save a few wolf-whistles from passersby.

"Toby, is this a gay bar?" Adam asked, leaning in as his eyes went wide. He had never set foot in one, nor had he even given it a thought. He just assumed everything was...odd. The decor finally started to make sense, and he felt so very naive.

"Oh, my sweet, summer child," Toby smiled, placing the finished cocktails on the bar in front of Adam and caressing his cheek with a smirk. "You made it the whole way in here and somehow didn't pick up on that fact?" He laughed to himself. "And you wonder why I'm so attracted to you, my dear buck. That innocence of yours is just too damn adorable!"

Adam shivered at the touch and chuckled. "I thought the pink light was just for amusement, and the pictures were there just to be artistically liberating."

Toby snorted and burst out with laughter. "For real, dude? I'm not sure if you're blind or if you're really just that innocent!" The otter took a moment to compose himself after laughing a while longer. "Okay, that laugh alone just paid for these drinks," he chuckled, pushing the bright blue cocktails closer towards Adam. "It's almost entirely alcohol, but it takes like blue raspberry, so you'll totally love it." Toby just stood there and smiled adorably, totally ignoring the other patrons while he waited for Adam to take a sip. Adam, although having a mini-debate in his mind as to whether he wanted to continue with the night or just say his goodbyes and walk right out, was quite content while his hand wrapped around one of the glasses, watching the tiger and wolf nearby making out.

He watched with interest as the tiger's hand explored the wolf's chest underneath his polo, the claws extending to clamp down on the wolf's pectoral. If there was no music, people would be able to hear their lips smacking together audibly. The other hand began to trail around the wolf's midsection, trailing over the patron's waistband before slowly slipping inside, and cupping the jewels that were held so snuggly inside the tight pants. Adam had to pull his eyes away from the two.

"Fuck it. I made it here, so I might as well enjoy myself," he thought. Adam grasped one of the glasses and give it a sniff. The bright blue liquid swirled in the glass as he looked at it. It looked like it should be called "irradiated blue poison", though it smelled tropical and overpowering, but behind that facade, he could sense the bite of alcohol. He put the glass to his lips and tipped it back, taking the whole beverage down in one gulp. The taste was extraordinarly sweet, like candy, and the normally strong taste of the alcohol was pretty much nonexistent.

He licked his lips, and a warm feeling moved through his gut. "Not bad, Toby," Adam complimented. "It tastes kind of like if a Jolly Rancher melted into alcohol."

The otter smirked. "And that's exactly what I was going for! Though, for the sake of you actually remembering tonight, I'm cutting you off after the second one. At least for an hour or so. While I'd love to be able to haul you back to my place while you sleep off a massive hangover, I'd really rather not have to worry about you all night."

"You strike a fair point, Tobes. The second one will just be a confidence booster," Adam said as he grabbed the second one and inhaled it before reaching for his wallet. He pulled out a twenty and slid it to the otter. "Can you break a twenty into ones? You can keep three of them for yourself."

Toby raised an eyebrow. "Normally, I'd tell you to fuck off, because I'm not their bank, but you're lucky I like you," the otter winked, reaching into his vest pocket to withdraw a wad of ones that he had gotten from tips already that night. He took the twenty and handed Adam back the appropriate change. "Just because I wanna hear you say it: What are you gonna do with all those ones?" Toby asked with a knowing grin.

Adam pocketed the ones and asked, "What's with that smirk? What do you mean? There is gum around here right? All this alcohol on my breath won't be too enticing. Plus, I need some way to tip you, and I only had a twenty in my pocket."

The otter's jaw practically hit the bar. "Oh, you are just too goddamn cute," he laughed. "In hindsight, I shouldn't have expected you to know about-"

Toby was cut off as the DJ came on over the microphone, the music quieting down dramatically as he did so. The shirtless, muscular wolf behind the microphone hopped down onto the stage from his raised booth, the crowd nearest to him starting to cheer. "Good evening, guys! How are we all feeling tonight?" he yelled excitedly, almost as though he were a vocalist in a rock group trying to warm up the crowd. Unsurprisingly, the crowd cheered in response.

"Everyone all nice and liquored up and ready to have a good time?" the DJ yelled again with a showman-like flourish of his paws towards the bar, Toby raising a glass in salute. "Well, how about we start off the entertainment for tonight, huh?" the wolf grinned. "First up tonight is someone straight from the jungle and here to pleasure you. He will dominate your will, as well as your body, and you will be more than happy to just surrender your heart to him next! If you're in his sights, you may be dragged off to meet him face to face, whether you like or not! Give it up for FAAAAAANG!" he cheered, hopping off the stage and getting back up to his booth to start the blasting techno music.

There was a loud roar as a panther in a brown loincloth made his way onto the dance floor. He pushed past a couple of people, looking at their wrists before catching someone with a pitch black wristband on that seemed to glisten as the lights hit it. The panther was muscular, yet lean and oddly beautiful. His every move was calculated and precise, and his feet fell gracefully, without a single error or misstep, which is quite hard to do when making one's way through a crowd of people with long tails or large feet. When Fang noticed the person with the black wristband, he sniffed the male's neck and licked along the sensitive flesh before biting down. The man, who was a broadly built ram, went limp like putty, the ram's knees shaking as he felt the fangs clamp down onto his neck. When the panther left, he had a noticeable bite mark, as if Fang had marked him for something, before hopping up onto the stage to begin his show. The show was primal and very sexual, evident by the bulge in Fang's loincloth. Sweat rolled all over the muscular male's body, and Adam could only guess how strong the musk must have been down there for anyone near the stage. The loincloth hugged his body like a vice and showed off his perfect curves, his black fur hugging his body as he swayed and danced erotically on the stage.

Adam watched as the panther climbed onto the pole, and everyone moved closer to the stage, his intense yellow eyes scanning the crowd with a vicious snarl coming from deep within his throat.

"Toby, why did he bite that man?" Adam asked as he looked on with more curiosity than disgust as Fang continued his sensual dance.

The otter glanced at his friend as he made drinks for other patrons. "I love how THAT is your first question," the bartender laughed. "That's Fang. He's one of the specialty dancers you have to buy a wristband for. Think of it as a waiver, but a wristband." Holding up a stack or wristbands that were placed nice and orderly behind the bar, Toby placed them on the countertop and began to thumb through each of the bands.

"The black one here is for Fang, but you saw that already," the otter said, holding up a black wristband. "This gold one is for Behemoth. This brown one is for Midwest Manhunter. And this one," he said holding up a red band in addition to the gold and brown ones, "is for Prancer." Then he held up a rainbow one, the colors extraordinarily flamboyant for Adam's taste, but appropriate for the club. "And this one just marks you as fair game for all of the performers. Any questions?"

"What, do they drag you back to their rooms, kicking and screaming?" Adam joked with a snort as he looked back to the pole to see it was vacant. The panther had mysteriously disappeared into the crowd, and Adam had an eerie feeling creep into him as he remembered the piercing yellow eyes. He felt his heart leap in his chest as he looked at the dance floor for any sign of him. Although he could not see any signs of Fang, he also noticed that the ram he had bitten was gone as well.

Toby laughed. "Not so much. You see, you come to the bar, buy a wristband from me for a small fee, and that serves as your permission for the performers to interact with you, as well as a bit of a lottery ticket, in a way, since there's no guarantee that they'll select you either. That ram, the lucky devil, just got picked to get taken up to Fang's private room. What they do in there is strictly confidential, but of course, they tell me about what they did to the patrons anyway," the otter smirked. "Oh, the stories I've heard," he laughed.

"So, how does one improve their chances of getting selected? I know the night is young, but is it just that the dancers find you respectable, or is it something more?" Adam asked as he noticed the DJ transitioning to another song and beginning to fiddle with the microphone once again.

"Well," Toby sighed, trying to figure out how to explain that while he literally juggled bottles of alcohol before pouring them into a glass for a patron, "it's kinda one of those things where, if you've got the wristband, and they find you attractive, they might pick you. Other times, they might see a cute little deer who looks scared and lost wearing a wristband, and they pick them on purpose, just to watch them squirm in a private show. Call it whatever you want, but everyone always leaves satisfied and with a massive blush on their cheeks!"

Adam snickered and said, "I bet." He didn't know if it was the alcohol working on him, but all of a sudden, he asked, "Is there a wristband for you, Toby? I mean, you are awfully cute and all."

The otter fumbled the cocktail he was making and nearly dropped it, only narrowly catching it with only minor splashing of its contents. He blushed and looked embarrassed, handing the drink to the customer before addressing the deer's question, leaning in close. "Hun, while I've waited forever to hear you say that and ask me into your bed, no, there isn't a wristband for me. I'm not one of the performers, even if I do like to put on a show behind the bar for people."

Leaning back, Adam felt his cheeks flush, and he shrugged. "Just wondering. That thong really brings out the best part of you,Tobes," he slurred slightly with a sinister grin before glancing back over at dance floor to see the DJ beginning to gather attention once again.

"If I didn't know any better, Adam, I'd say you're genuinely hitting on me," Toby smirked.

The DJ hopped back onto the stage to the adoration of the crowd. "Give it up for Fang, everyone! And give it up for the lucky ram who's gonna go get lost in the jungle!" the wolf laughed, various patrons cheering their approval. He cleared his throat before continuing.

"Well, if you liked that one, then you're going to LOVE our next performer! Next up, coming all the way from the fiery pits of Mt. Vesuvius itself and guarding his hoard of treasure even more fiercely than he makes love, let's give it up for everyone's favorite fire-breathing dragon, BEHEMOTH!" The wolf clapped his paws together as he fled the stage and back up to his booth as the stage erupted into a small pyrotechnic display for a few seconds, sparks raining down from the ceiling as little plumes of fire surged up from around the stage itself.

A massive red dragon walked up onto the stage and towards the pole in the center. He wore only a black jockstrap that left nothing to the imagination. His bulging muscles were covered in sweat, and his forked tongue licked his right bicep tantalizingly as he flexed his arms. When he walked, his broad shoulders and chest puffed outward proudly as the dragon strutted with a certain confidence and swagger. A fringe of horns travelled down his back and tail, and his jawline consisted of little spiked ridges along it, and a few more on his his chin. Two large horns curled slightly upwards from the side of his head which cemented an image of untamed beauty and masculinity. He beamed brightly down at the crowd as he mounted the pole, swinging around it, his jockstrap framing his pert, muscular rump perfectly. The dragon's red scales glistened in the light as his muscles flexed and relaxed as he worked the pole, as if he owned it. The oil around the darker black ones on his chest, abs, and thighs brightened them with a buffed shine, as if they twinkled like that on their own.

"So, why do people need a wristband for this guy?" Adam asked the otter calmly. "He looks pretty harmless to me."

"Keep paying attention," Toby smirked, watching the show go on for a few more minutes. Not five minutes after he said that, the dragon jumped down into the crowd and looked around, finding a thin fox and grinning as he approached the significantly smaller male who wore the sought-out golden wrist band. The dragon grinned as he puffed out his pectorals and reached down into the fox's pockets with both of his large hands, withdrawing the fox's wallet and car keys, and promptly pulling open the front of his jockstrap and dropping them inside. Behemoth then smirked and sauntered away towards the stairs, beckoning the fox he stole the keys and wallet from with a finger to follow him, which the smaller male promptly obeyed, looking nervous.

Once the two disappeared up the stairs, Toby chuckled. "The wrist band for him is so you don't freak the fuck out when he steals your shit and takes it up to his 'dragon's hoard'. He gives the stuff back, of course, but not before he's done with you."

"That has to be illegal," Adam said with a laugh as he put his head on his hand and watched the dragon's exposed rump all the way up the stairs. "What does he make them do, dance for it?"

Toby just shrugged. "Depends what kind of mood he's in that night. Generally, he makes them worship his muscles, and if they please him, they get their stuff back. Really proud of his body, that one. Not that I'm complaining," the otter smirked. "It's really nice to look at, wouldn't you agree?"

"I agree," Adam said with a pleased expression across his face. "But usually guys that smug are assholes. Does he keep the stuff, if they don't end up following him to his lair?"

The otter cocked his head. "If you paid for a wristband, and a hunky dragon just took your wallet and car keys, are you really going to decline going upstairs with him? I mean, you purchased the band knowing full well what you're getting into. Or you should, since I am required to give people the lowdown on what the bands are for when they want to buy one, since that's a big part of the income for this place. Well, and the booze, of course," he smirked. "Think you wanna buy any and try your luck? There are still two more dancers to go yet before intermission, and then they make their rounds a second time, later in the night."

"Nah, I think I will just watch," Adam said with a nervous laugh, even though he was really curious about what went on in the rooms. "I'll just stick with the booze, since it sounds like it would be less expensive," Adam continued.

That was an excuse, however, and he really wondered how pleasurable it truly was submit oneself to someone as dominating as the panther, or to worship a mighty dragon. He shook the thoughts from his head and just went back to watching Toby juggling drinks once again.

"Suit yourself, cutie," the otter chuckled, making three margaritas and sliding them down the bar to some rabbits. "But for the low price of ten bucks, is it really such a loss to try your luck? Besides, we both know those first two were totally your type," Toby smirked.

"Ten bucks?! That's it?!" Adam exclaimed in surprise. "God, I can't imagine..."

Adam glanced at the red wristband sitting on the bar. "So, who is that?" he asked curiously.

Smirking as he sauntered back over to the deer, Toby picked up the red band. "This one's for Prancer, as I said. Huge friggin' caribou, and he's built like a tank. Total sweetheart, though, and he gives great hugs. Or at least he does to me. Can't vouch for other people," the otter giggled.

Drumming his hands on the counter, the deer thought hard in his less-than-sober mind about if he truly wanted one, and he said, "I will weigh my options. When does the next person come out?"

As if on cue, the wolf DJ hopped down again and tapped on the microphone to test if it was on. "Give it up again for Behemoth, everyone!" he cheered. "Stay tuned to see if that fox can survive his trip to the dragon's lair! But now, everyone put your paws together for our next performer! This next guy comes all the way from the North Pole and used to spend most of his time pulling Santa's sleigh, but if you call him a reindeer, you'd better not pout, and you'd better not cry, you'd better watch out, I'm telling you why, because Prancer's coming to town! Give it up for Prancer!" he cheered as he vacated the stage once more.

Bells started jingling, and fake snow began blowing out from the stage, blasting the crowd with cold air. The sound of hooves echoed across the floor as a large, musclebound caribou strode out onto the stage, wearing a red jockstrap with little bells attached all over it, making the large male jingle with every step he took. He flashed a brilliantly white smile as he waved to the crowd, the little bells adorning his huge antlers jingling as he nodded to certain people he clearly knew.

Prancer grabbed a chair and sat it in the center of the stage, facing the crowd, and he leaned up against it with his back to the audience, shaking his muscular rump to the beat of the christmas-themed techno music. Eventually, he moved to the pole and did a fairly simple dance, but then the main event came. He looked out into the crowd for his red wristband and spotted a thickly-muscled grizzly bear, the caribou grinning as he motioned for the large ursine to come up on stage with him. The bear obliged, hopping up onto the stage, only to have Prancer push him down into the chair. Smirking and undulating his torso as he raised his arms above his head, shaking his rump just inches from the bear's face, the caribou smirked seductively, his little tail twitching as he did so.

Eventually, the performer tired of this teasing, and he sat on the bear's lap, giving him arguably the sexiest lap dance anyone had ever received, the caribou grinding his hips down against the bear's obvious bulge and rubbing his hands all over the other male as he teased the bear into total submission. After a few minutes of this, Prancer reached under the chair and pulled out two objects: The first was a candy cane, which he immediately stuck into his own mouth seductively and with a suggestive lick, and the second was a small present. He hopped off the bear's lap, handed him the present, and then took him by the paw, leading the only slightly larger male to the staircase, his antlers only barely clearing the doorway.

"I like that one," Adam said with a hiccup and looked at Toby with an aroused expression across his face. "But he does seem like quite a lot to handle," the buck added quickly as he felt a small fake snowflake fall onto his muzzle.

Toby giggled and licked the snowflake off of the deer's muzzle with a wink. "He's a special one, Prancer. Obsessed with the winter and all things Christmas, but he sets himself up for a world of jokes because of that stage name. That said, only a fool would tease him for it, since he's almost as big as the other guys."

"I'll keep that mind. There seems to be only one more, correct?" Adam asked with a smirk as he dried off the otter's saliva with the sleeve of his shirt, laughing.

"You'd be correct! For now, anyway. Next round won't be for a few more hours, and I imagine you probably won't wanna stay quite that long, knowing you. Are you sure I can't interest you in a wristband? The next one up is arguably our best dancer, though the other guys would all disagree, since they think themselves the superior dancers," Toby laughed, recalling one of the weirdest arguments in history.

"Ahh...I don't...I don't know if it would be..." Adam said as he shuffled his hooved feet against one another.

Adam sat thinking for a moment, watching Toby's hips sway in the thong and his tail wag happily as he made drinks.

"It's all a game of luck, anyway, so the most nerve-wracking thing that could happen is they pick me, and even then, I could just not get picked anyway..." Adam debated internally. After what felt like a month in Adam's mind, he finally settled down and said, "I'll take a wristband for the next guy, please."

Toby smirked and then smiled as he grabbed a brown wristband and slapped it around Adam's right wrist. "That'll be ten bucks, buck!" he giggled, thinking his joke quite humorous. "Good luck, buck!"

"Thanks, Tobes," Adam said with a grin as he pulled out his wallet and placed down ten one-dollar bills. "Here's ten of these bad boys back."

Adam admired the wristband casually and noticed it had a very old, western-like feel. In a way, it looked hard and rugged, even though it was just a simple leather strap. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Adam felt his heart flutter when the cool leather kissed his wrist.

"So, how long is your shift, Toby? I am going to need someone to wingman with, eventually, and I think you would be a great candidate," Adam asked, changing the subject away from the strippers for a moment.

The otter just laughed. "I'm here until 4am, when the place closes. Drink orders tend to taper off around 2am, so I can probably spare you some time to do that," Toby smiled. "Gotta help my friend get laid somehow, eh?"

"Well, I would scratch your back too, bud!" Adam said with a warm smile as he felt his mind sober up a bit. "I mean, we don't have to get each other laid, either. I am cool with just hanging out."

Toby stopped and pressed a finger to his ear as he heard a voice over a tiny earpiece he and the rest of the staff wore to hear each other over the loud music before snorting with laughter. "Guess you made an impression on Jericho, huh? He just asked about you, and if you're hitting it off with anyone or just striking out in here."

Adam giggled and said, "I know you're not a messenger owl, but tell him I'm biding my time, and if he does get a break, that I would be more than willing to have a chat."

The otter giggled and pressed the earpiece again. "He's having a wonderful time, but he's still thinking about you, big guy. Guess my charms haven't wooed him enough!" He paused, listening. "I'm just kidding, Jericho! Besides, I know better than anyone not to step on toes, or hooves, in your case, and go after the same guy a friend is going after." The otter released the receiver, grinning at Adam. "I don't know what you did, but he sounded pretty damn adorable just now."

"I guess you can say I brought down his walls!" The buck began to laugh quite loudly at his lame pun. He wiped a tear from his eye and continued. "But, yeah, he is a nice guy. It's strange, being sought after."

"I'd think you'd be quite used to that by now," Toby muttered to himself with a small roll of his eyes before turning away to clean some glasses.

Adam, lost in thought, did not hear the mutter and continued to drum his fingers on the bar. A silence fell between the two as Adam leaned over and put his head in his arms and gave a big yawn.

After a few moments, the lull was broken when the DJ came back onto the stage, announcing the final dancer for the first half of the night. "Alright, folks! Now for the final act of the first half of the evening!" A good chunk of the crowd cheered, all quite inebriated or just having a good time by this point. "Our final guy comes all the way from the midwest, and let me tell you, folks, he isn't just some cowboy! This is a genuine cattle wrangler, and he's here to see if he can wrangle your hearts, so give it up for the Midwest Manhunter!"

Barely two seconds after the wolf left the stage, the lights lit up to blinding levels, illuminating the stage so no one could see what was happening. A moment later, the lights dimmed back down, and on the stage stood a huge bison twirling a lasso. He was dressed in a brown leather sheriff's vest and matching leather assless chaps, though with a thong under them, complete with cowboy boots, cowhide gloves, and a cowboy hat. The huge, musclebound bovine smirked and began doing lasso tricks, hopping through the rope as he spun it in circles to the tune of the weirdest combination of techno and country music; definitely not a genre that was frequently heard, that was for sure.

After a few minutes of showing off, he tossed the lasso to the side and began dancing around the pole, shaking his rump, which was only covered by a cow-print thong, since the chaps had no back to them. He spun around with an odd grace as he danced, stopping every so often to strike some poses and flex those large muscles. The bison slowly began stripping out of his vest at a teasingly slow pace before dropping it to the floor, grinning as he bounced his mighty pectorals.

Adam shot up from his slouched position nearly instantly to watch the show, and he looked at it in a mixture of surprise and confusion. He recognized that bison the instant he walked onto the stage. It was Lance. It was the same Lance he stabbed with his antlers and bought a smoothie for. It was the same Lance who was now showing his beautiful body off with sweat dripping down into the most tantalizing cracks of his body, and it was the same Lance that was no longer shy and bashful, but full of energy and extroverted. Turning around, Adam noticed that another one of Toby's famous concoctions was now sitting behind him, freshly prepared, and he downed the whole thing with a shell-shocked expression before turning to the otter and saying, "Toby, that bison I have a wristband for...I stabbed him with my antlers."

Now it was Toby's turn to look confused. "....And why exactly did you do that?" Adam explained everything as quick as he could, occasionally taking quick glances at the bison behind him. He told Toby about the incident while swimming and the smoothie afterwards. He even told Toby about the awkward exchange of names.

"And now he is taking off his clothes in front of me, Tobes! This is so...what are the chances?"

"Fairly high, all things considered, I suppose," the otter shrugged. "Bison aren't the most common of species around, much less for strippers. Frankly, I'm impressed we even landed a dragon as hot as Behemoth. Didn't even occur to me that you might have been talking about him when you mentioned having the hots for a bison at the gym."

"True. I think I'll stop bothering you for a bit and go take a closer look. I should be right back," Adam said as he got up from the stool and began to make his way, albeit somewhat tipsy, to the dance floor, as if in a trance. The crowd of people surrounded him, and he could smell sweat, arousal, and alcohol all mixed into an oddly pleasing musk. Most of the patrons' eyes were on the bison now, and Adam looked at the patrons' wrists to see all sorts of different colors. From black to rainbow, the people were there to catch their fantasies.

And so was he.

By the time the deer got close to the stage, the bison was dancing lewdly to the music, every one of his graceful, seductive moves being used to purposely accentuate his hulking physique. He would grab his head on both sides and swing his hips, showing off his perfectly sculpted six-pack, partially hidden behind the dark brown treasure trail that continued down from the bison's chest and into his leather chaps. Every move he made caused the crowd to cheer, seemingly endless streams of dollar bills being thrown onto the stage by the adoring crowd.

Adam watched the erotic show, his eyes twinkling as his khaki pants made a slight tent outward. He followed the bison's hands closely as they trailed across his body, feeling his own taut peaks and valleys in his muscles. Although it was just a show, it felt like he was watching something more sensual and enveloping. His mind swam in the fantasies of jumping up on stage and dancing as well as he watched the bison's tail flick back and forth with his motions.

After a few minutes of the sensual dance, the bison's brown fur glistened with sweat, and he picked up his lasso, looking out into the crowd and selecting a lion with a brown wristband. He twirled the rope high in the air before throwing it out into the crowd, overshooting, however, and hooking the lasso around Adam's antlers by accident.

Adam only said two words as the rope wrapped around his antlers: "Fucking really?" before he felt a constant pull forward towards the stage. Luckily, Lance didn't get good with a lasso from being foolish; he knew the target, though an unintentional target, got caught awkwardly, so he was gentle.

As he was pulled forward, Adam silently prayed to whatever Gods that were out there that Lance did not recognize him as he made it up the stairs towards the ramp.

Upon pulling the deer up onto the stage, the cowboy bison undid the lasso gently and slid it down around Adam's shoulders before tightening it again, now satisfied with the setup, but not looking the deer in the eyes. "Stupid rope," he muttered to himself before putting his smile back on and facing the crowd one final time, flexing his arms and bouncing his pecs as he held onto the lasso with his prey on the other end. The audience cheered, and soon Adam was being led off the stage, being pulled towards the mysterious staircase by the bison.

Lance was gentle as he pulled Adam up the stairs, continuing to lead him by the rope, and soon they reached the top landing, a row of doors with little signs above them now easily seen. From left to right, they read "The Jungle", "The Dragon's Hoard", "The North Pole", and "The Ranch", the last door on the right being the one he was being lead towards, the bison opening the door and pulling Adam inside, the door gently shutting behind them.

Lance undid the lasso once more before tossing it to the side, turning away from the deer to walk towards the center of the small room. "Welcome to the ranch, cowboy. Take a seat, and relax," Lance said soothingly. The room was covered in hay bales, presumably for seating, and in the center of the room was a small stage made of hay bales with a pole sticking out of them and attaching to the ceiling. The walls were painted with a cheesy, almost cartoony scene of a cattle ranch on a sunny day, completing the environment, and some kind of twangy country music played softly through some speakers in the corner of the room. Not even turning toward the deer, the bovine got up on the hay bale stage and resumed his dance from earlier, slowly getting back into the beat of the music once more.

"Holy shit, my prayers were answered. Maybe there is a god that smiles upon gay men," Adam said to himself as he moved closer and sat on one of hay bales before crossing his legs. The hay was soft but uncomfortable in his khakis, and he adjusted his collar as the heat began to get to him again while the bison's hips swayed to the music. The deer casually checked his watch to see the time was only 10:00pm, and he smiled contently as he looked over the gorgeous male before him.

"Maybe this isn't so bad. As long as I hide my face forever, I can keep swimming at the gym like none of this happened," Adam thought to himself amusingly.

That thought came crashing down, however, when the bison left the stage and strode up to Adam, gently pressing the deer backwards and against the wall as he climbed up onto the hay bale Adam was sitting on and knelt above him, rocking his hips, and by extension, his bulging chaps, into the deer's face as he did so.

"Oh my god, please have mercy, for I have sinned. This must be Hell, where I have sexy men teasing me, and I can't say anything to end this beautiful erotic bliss. I think I might have popped a vessel in my dick! Fuck, I'm so hard!" Adam screamed internally as he felt the cold leather against his face and saw the thong's pouch just inches from his muzzle. Adam closed his eyes as the pouch grazed against his left cheek, the weight of the bison's member right on his face. Adam nearly turned to goop, a savage heat coursing through his body as his lusts began to take over.

Amidst his pelvic thrusting, the bison leaned back and grinned down into Adam's face, the grin instantly replaced with a look of pure horror as he fell backwards off of the hay bale and onto his ass. "A-Adam!?" The bison's mouth was opened so wide it looked like it would just pop right off.

"I'm just as surprised as you are. But yep, I'm gay! The more you know!" Adam said with a nervous laugh as he laid against the wall with his face turning a deep crimson and his ears low. The twang of the country music, mixed with the silence of the two, only added to the awkwardness of the situation, and Adam felt like he just wanted to disappear. The tent in his khakis was completely noticeable and bulged outward comically. Lance's eyes would occasionally glance over it, his mind trying to comprehend the situation.

"I...I...I-" the huge bison stuttered, still in horrified shock. "How did you...Why did....Oh fuck..." he sighed. "Now I'm going to have to switch gyms again."

Adam, although it was not appropriate, began to laugh, and said comfortingly, "Again? But anyway, it's fine. Here, let me just leave, and we can forget about this, okay? It's your job to do this, so just find another client."

"Even though I did enjoy it..." Adam added in a whisper.

The sound of the whisper was drowned out by the country music playing over the speakers, but Lance was still thrown completely off his game, the bison standing up and suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious. "Look, just...please don't tell anyone about this, okay?" the bison asked softly, turning his back to the deer and crossing his arms, as if to try to cover himself up.

"Don't worry, big guy. Your secret is safe with me, but...ahh nevermind," Adam said before pausing and looking at the wristband. Adam wished he never got the wristband, and he cursed his horniness for getting the best of him. It seemed Lance took what Adam's gesture meant differently than he did, and he figured Adam wanted everything.

Lance sighed, turning back towards Adam, though looking at the wall behind the deer, rather than at him. "Look...club policy states I just have to please you and make good on their claims that no guests taken up here ever leave unhappy. If you...want a lap dance or something, I can do it. Or if you just wanna watch me use the pole, that's cool too," he said, holding his left arm with his right hand awkwardly. Was the huge bison...blushing?

Adam fiddled with the wristband, nearly pulling the leather off. He was really in quite a predicament. There was something in the way the bison said the last few words that made his heart thump in his chest. Adam wanted to say yes...He really wanted to. There was a contract that needed to be honored. It was just simple business...

But Adam wanted a bit more than a lifeless transaction. He wanted the Lance from before he recognized his face. He wanted that uncapped passion and confidence. He wanted that masculinity that seemed to radiate from him; not the business side of the bison.

"Listen, if you don't want to, we don't have to, okay? I don't want to wear a bag over my head the whole time," Adam chuckled as he adjusted his posture on the wall.

Lance sighed again. "No, it's okay...I've got a job to do, and you're a paying customer. I just gotta...get back in the mood a bit," the bison said as he walked over to the center hay bales and fished a remote out from between them, hitting a button and switching the music to techno, rather than country.

"Alright, then. If that makes you happy, I'm ready when you are, big guy," Adam said as he closed his eyes and let the thump of the music work its magic before taking a long breath and opening his eyes again. The awkwardness of the situation was still heavy in the air, and Lance seemed to keep avoiding Adam's hungry gaze on his body.

The musclebound bovine kept his back to Adam as he took deep breaths and tried to get back into the music, closing his eyes and just letting it take over. He hopped up onto the hay bales and started to sway his hips side to side while sliding his hands up over his torso in a sensual manner. It didn't take long before he was totally back into his groove, now dancing exactly like he had been on the stage a few minutes ago.

Keeping his mouth shut, Adam enjoyed the view with his eyes and leaned back with a twinkle in his eye. As much as he wanted to reach out and grope at the muscle in front of him, he kept his hands to himself and took in the view before him. A satisfied smirk crossed his face, and he thought, "Thank you, gay gods. I don't know what offerings you take, but I pledge my allegiance to you."

Lance turned his head towards the deer, closing his eyes so he didn't actually look at him, and said, "If you wish, since this upper floor is an exception to club rules, you are...allowed to touch me. Nothing too far, but...yeah." He went back to dancing sensually, running his hands through his thick torso fur and treasure trail as he ran his hands along his chest and abs.

Hearing this words, Adam blinked, as if he had no idea what his brain had just processed. His mind was screaming at him to stop moving his hand curiously forward, his body getting up and moving closer to the larger male as he reached out and trailed his left hand along the bison's hips softly, almost so soft that it felt like he was not even touching him. The fur was soft and cushiony underneath his grip. With his right hand, he grazed across Lance's powerful abs, feeling every curve and crest in the muscle. "Wow..." he managed to gasp under his breath, though still somewhat audibly.

He was spellbound, hypnotized by the way the muscle flexed before relaxing under his touch. Adam reflexively moved his hand, following Lance's own across his body like a guide, but pausing at the more off-limit parts and moving away.

The bison smirked slightly. "Impressed?" he asked, swaying his hips as he toned down the dance to better allow the buck to touch him.

Adam smiled, pleased. This was the Lance he was looking for. His arousal returned in full burst. Jess was right: his outfit really was like church clothes. It felt like his manhood was suffocating.

"Yes," the buck replied curtly as he continued to follow Lance's hands around his body, mimicking him and playing it safe.

Lance stopped and cocked his head slightly, looking down at the buck with a degree of confusion. "Is something wrong? You don't seem terribly into this. I mean, a lot of guys would have at least grabbed a fistful of my ass by now, once I gave them free reign."

Taking that as his cue, Adam reached back and gripped the bison's mounds firmly, looking up and grinning like a fool before reaching around and up Lance's body with his right hand, tracing over Lance's pecs and caressing his nipples playfully.

"How's this, big guy?"

Chuckling, Lance resumed his slow, sensual dancing, saying, "Much better. Just don't abuse it."

This time, it was Adam's turn to laugh, and he said, "I think, with your help, I can start liking country things," he said as he felt over the globes as they bounced and flexed in his grip. He then moved his hand upward, feeling up Lance's expansive back. To Adam, it felt like years of work had carved and crafted it into what it was today. Since Adam knew what it felt like to work for a better-looking body, he could appreciate every valley and bulge. He felt a twinge of jealousy as he worked his way back down and looked up at Lance's chest. "Sir, I have to say, you have quite the body. I don't think my 'yes' from before really gives it the appropriate credit." That compliment caused the bison to visibly blush beneath his brown fur. "T-thank you," he replied, sounding rather shy despite his aura of confidence as he danced.

Running his fingers across the bison's nipples, Adam felt his face grow warm as the muscle danced beneath his palm. He felt sweat drip down his neck, and the tense feeling of nervousness finally ebbed away and replaced itself with a burning desire.

He snickered and said gently, "You're welcome, cowboy."

Lance snorted with a hint of laughter as he slowly came to a halt, looking at a small clock on the wall. Somehow, they had already been at this for half an hour. "Well, we've got about half an hour left before I'm required to throw you out of the room. Any...erm, requests?" he asked, looking bashful once more with a hint of a blush on his face, the huge bison clearly still feeling awkward and self-conscious underneath his dancer's bravado.

Feeling around the bison's rump, the deer trembled slightly at the term. He had a man larger than him by far, and he could ask him for anything.

"Mmmmm, what do people usually...request?" Adam asked curiously as he still circled his fingers teasingly around Lance's left nipple.

The bison was clearly having an internal battle as to whether or not he even wanted to tell Adam the answer to that, but he sighed softly in resignation. "Well, usually I'm told to lose the chaps and dance in just the thong. Other times, people ask me if they can grope my junk through the thong, which is okay, but the second that hand touches my flesh down there, they're thrown out of the club altogether. And, of course, the obvious groping of my ass, since the thong doesn't exactly hide it."

Adam, thinking for a moment, felt a devious smirk cross his face, but he quickly shook it off. "Listen, Lance, if you truly just want to keep dancing with what you have on, then do it. I find the confident side of you incredibly..." Adam paused before looking at the floor with a blush across his face.

"Incredibly what?" Lance asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms across his chest. Pulling his hands away from Lance's bum and pecs and tracing across the bison's legs in soft circles, Adam choked out, "I find it incredibly attractive."

Blushing bright red and turning his back on the deer once more, Lance looked at the ground. "That's all well and good, but this doesn't mean anything. Once this hour is up, life goes back to normal, like nothing happened, got it?"

Adam saluted Lance and said, "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me," before continuing his groping. "Now, how about we reach a compromise for these last few minutes? How about I let you chose what to do with me? I like you when you're the most comfortable and confident, cowboy...Help me saddle up."

Lance thought for a long moment, seemingly getting an idea. He walked out of the room and came back a moment later carrying a large saddle that was sat on a sideways log and held up by two longer logs with supports at the base, about the height of a feral horse. "How about this?" he smirked. "I don't get to play with this one too often."

"O-okay, I didn't think he would take 'saddling up' literally," Adam thought meekly as he got up from his position on the wall and stretched his stiff muscles. "So, what are your commands, stud?"

The bison chuckled to himself. "Just try not to squirm," Lance stated as he moved behind Adam and picked him up by the sides, like he weighed nothing at all, and sat the deer down on the saddle, sitting him to one side. "Now, swing your leg over, so you're sitting normally."

Feeling the tanned leather between his legs, the saddle was surprisingly comfortable as he was plopped down gently onto it. He did end up adjusting his butt a bit, as he attempted to put himself into an appropriate position. Adam felt somewhat embarrassed with his backside pointed out in an exposed fashion, and this time it was the buck's turn to feel a bit shy.

"Err...like...l-like this?"

Lance rolled his eyes and adjusted Adam's legs for him, sliding them into the stirrups that dangled just below the saddle. "Comfy?" he smirked.

"Oh, umm...," Adam giggled as he felt Lance's hands grab his legs to put them in place, "Sorry, I've never ridden a horse, so this is new to...to me," he explained. He adjusted the collar of his shirt. The material seemed to be hugging his upper body in heat of the room. Of course, the fact that he was sweating bullets didn't help.

The bison snorted and smirked once more. "I figured as much. You strike me as a bit of a city boy, which I suppose makes sense, in hindsight, since the Foxhole Lounge is in the middle of the city. Bit too much to expect patrons to have grown up elsewhere and actually had the ability to learn horseback riding, like me." Lance checked the stirrups to make sure they were snug around the deer's hooves, then walked back to the stage of hay bales, standing on them once more. "Now, you've got the best seat in the house. What's next, buck?"

Hearing that perverted voice in the back of his head start to whisper sweet nothings to him, the buck felt his devious smile return, and he leaned forward. Adam's chest brushed against the saddle, and he watched Lance's sweat roll over his muscles and drip off of his body.

"Tease me, sir. Do what you do best."

Smirking, Lance lept off the stage and circled around the saddle, gently caressing Adam's legs as he did so. "I do enjoy a good tease," he purred, "but if you're gonna bust a nut in your pants, do please, try not to get it on my saddle. It's a bitch to clean off of leather."

Adam felt his manhood jump in his briefs, and he gave a small moan as his submissive side started to appear. His short tail hiked up in the air before coming to rest against his cheeks. He nearly wept with joy as Lance stroked his leg. "I can't promise you that. Luckily, my underwear is stain-resistant."

Lance laughed a deep, handsome laugh. "That's good, because I'd like to think I'm pretty damn good at what I do, stud," he smirked, trailing his finger slowly up the cervine's right leg. "And I've got cleaning supplies with your name all over them, if you fuck up my saddle."

"Sir, I will personally lick my cum from your saddle, if you keep talking to me that way," Adam whined as his body trembled. His muscles flexed and relaxed within the restraints of his clothing, and his clothes bulged threateningly, as if about to rip. As Lance's fingers drummed up his leg, his mind was telling him how wrong this situation was, but the dirty voice in his mind told him to give in and just accept his fate.

"You doing alright, dude?" Lance asked, resting his hand on Adam's leg and laughing slightly. "You almost look like you're gonna pass out."

Adam felt every heartbeat and every pulse of his member as he straddled the saddle. The room felt like it was a furnace, and he began to breathe deeply. He nodded, and his tail flicked back up in the air to flash the white underneath. "Let's just say today was a bad day to pick khakis and this stupid shirt," Adam groaned.

Lance snickered, saying, "Yeah, I was kinda wondering why you came here in church clothes. Hardly standard club attire."

"You sound like my roommate," Adam retorted back, but not without a grin.

"Well he, or she, was right," the bison smirked. "I could see you rocking some fishnet, or perhaps some kind of muscle shirt." Lance walked around Adam, trailing his hand along the deer's backside as he did so. "But then, I'm not the fashionista kind of gay, so for all I know, that might look hideous on you."

Adam cried internally at that comment, and he realized just how big of an opportunity he missed. Jess was so very right. As he felt Lance's hand brush across his rump, he squirmed a bit when he realized how powerless he felt next to the bigger male. Adam felt small and breakable, but at the same time, he fed off of not being fully in control. His fingers dug into the leather of the saddle as he watched Lance walk at a gruellingly slow pace.

The bison was clearly amused at just how submissive Adam had become, feeding off of this in his own way, as he slowly slid his hands up the deer's back and even more slowly began giving him a sensual massage, Lance leaning his face in close so that his hot breath was on Adam's neck.

"Holy shit," Adam groaned as he felt the large hands work his body like putty. He had no idea how badly his body wanted to be touched in such a way until Lance worked out a knot in his right shoulder blade.The way Lance wielded his hands around the deer's lean body felt absolutely wonderful on his aching form. All the stress he had melted away instantly, and his mind swam in erotic bliss. He hated to admit it, but he started to pant softly as Lance's warm breath tickled his fur. Adam bit his lower lip, and his ears drooped low. He felt the need to fill the whole room with his small yips and whimpers as Lance's hands trailed up and down his back with practiced skill.

"This won't come as a surprise to you," Lance said hotly in the deer's ear, "but every one of the dancers you saw tonight were given a crash course in how to massage males of every size and shape. I'm arguably the best at it, since I'm good at working with my hands." The bison grinned in an almost cocky manner as he pressed in deeply, causing Adam a slight bit of pain, but when the bovine released that particular spot, the deer felt a wave of pleasure and contentment wash over him.

Adam yelled out into the room in ecstasy as the muscle above his hip unwound itself. Throbbing and starting to leak, Adam made a guess at how long he would last under these conditions.

His estimate was about a minute. "Ohhhhh, please don't stop. Please..." Adam pleaded with Lance as the hands continued to find pressure points.

Lance did, however, stop. "The hell's going on? You sound like you're about to jizz all over the place from a damn massage," the bison asked, confused as to why the deer was acting this way.

Freezing as he realized how turned on he was by just the simple act of being touched by the beefy bison, Adam's face turned crimson. Lance did have a reason to be somewhat disturbed by all of this. "S-sorry. I'm just really sensitive, and you...ummm turn me on quite a bit."

The bison rolled his eyes before continuing the massage, sticking to the shoulders now. "Well, I'd be insulted if I didn't turn you on. It's my job to be attractive, after all," he grunted, digging his thumbs into the buck's shoulder blades.

Adam felt embarrassment sweep through his system, and it was like being dropped in a barrel of ice cold water. He felt his arousal dribble away a bit and his mind slow from being lost in euphoria. He did give a hiss when he felt the digits dig deep into his muscles, however. "Sorry about that, big guy. I guess my fantasies got ahead of me."

"Nah, I should apologize, I guess. I'm basically supposed to help patrons live out their fantasies up here, so I should have expected you might react in such a manner," Lance reasoned, his massage becoming more gentle as he moved down the buck's arms. "Doesn't help I'm pretty much a pro at seducing patrons either."

Adam giggled as he felt the fingers brush against his side, tickling him a bit. "I guess I'll accept my fate as another notch on your belt, cowboy." Although the words sounded happy, the deer felt a tinge of sadness, evident in his voice. In all honesty, he enjoyed what was happening, but Lance's words constantly echoed in his head: "I've got a job to do, and you're a paying customer."

"At least you understand how this works," the bison sighed. "I couldn't tell you the number of times I've done similar things to guys, and by the end of the hour, they're practically asking me out and shoving their phone numbers into my hand, which I promptly throw out, once they're out of sight."

"I understand. Must be hard to be so popular all the time," Adam said with a snicker as he poked his head from over his shoulder. "Being so open and extroverted on stage can lead to people thinking that your stage personality is the way you are all the time, huh? I kinda fell for that too when you started to...to touch me," Adam continued with a slight break in his voice.

"Definitely can be a pain," Lance grunted, looking at the clock. "Time's up, Adam," the bison stated as he stopped massaging the deer and picked up his own discarded clothing. "You've got about five minutes before the bouncers do a sweep through here to make sure no one's still up here, so I'd get dressed and get out quick, if I were you. Hope you had fun," Lance said with a clearly forced smile as he left the room and walked off down the hallway.

Watching Lance leave, Adam dismounted from the saddle with bit of uneasiness and almost tripped and fell off, due to the tightness of the straps. He probably spent three minutes trying to untangle himself. "He really did not want to spend any more time with me..." Adam grumbled as he grabbed his crotch to make sure he did not scrape it on the wood or the saddle. Sighing, Adam composed himself and straightened his collar before pointing at his tented khakis.

"You're bad. Bad boner. Bad! Nearly making me do naughty things all over that saddle," Adam chided his own groin. He stretched his muscles and groaned as his back gave a pop. "Oh ho ho, dear gay god I owe you one for that massage..."

"Do I even wanna know what kind of weird shit you're into, if you're praying to a gay god?" a voice asked from behind Adam. Jericho had appeared in the doorway, the huge white bull smirking to himself. He glanced down and saw the tent in the deer's pants, his smirk turning into a full-on grin. "Looks like someone enjoyed his time at The Ranch."

Not even having enough surprise left in him to be taken aback by the massive stud standing before him and eyeing him up, Adam laughed before innocently cupping his tent as much as he could. "Let's just say I now have more practice with horseback riding. Anyway, I'm guessing you're the one that's going to take me away?"

Jericho smirked. "While I'd love nothing more than to take you away, I've got a few more hours left in my shift," he winked. "But, yeah, I'm done with door duty for the night, so now I'm supposed to escort you back down to the main room."

Adam smiled and said, while shyly looking at his feet, "Well, lead the way then, man. Don't mind my errr...excitement." Adam shuffled his hooves against one another before walking up to Jericho. Adam felt small compared to the large bull as he towered over the deer, the behemoth towering over him like he was just a small ant.

The white bovine laughed softly. "Trust me, if I had a dollar for every time I've seen a guy with a tent in their pants at this place, I'd be able to retire to my own private tropical island and have my own harem of manservants! You're fine, bud. Besides, you just spent an hour with Midwest Manhunter, so I'd be surprised if you weren't all kinds of worked up!" The musclebound Jericho smiled as he led Adam out of the room and down the stairs.

While Adam was walking down the stairs, the techno started to assault his eardrums once again. The pink hue hit Adam's eyes, and the smell of alcohol filled the buck's nose. Adam looked at Jericho, whose horns were nearly grazing the top of the staircase, and said, "Well, it was amazing. He put me on the saddle to give me a massage, and my back feels like it just got worked on by a professional. I nearly cam-" There was a pause as the deer realized what he was about to confide. He didn't know what made him tell Jericho what happened in the room, but the whole realization of what happened between him and Lance was starting to fully dawn on him.

Jericho caught this, however, and he burst out laughing, stopping midway down the stairs and holding onto the wall for support. "You serious?" he laughed, turning to look at Adam. "The dude's good, sure, but really?"

"I had a short fuse going in," Adam said with a whine. "I didn't know he was going to touch me like that. Urghhhh, stop laughing!" The deer playfully elbowed the bull in the gut and felt the mounds of muscle below the tight shirt. Recoiling a bit when his arm connected, Adam decided maybe it was best he played along with Jericho. After all, the big bull could take his mind off of the awkward moment with Lance.

The bull's blue eyes twinkled in the pink light of the staircase, and he chuckled at Adam with a genuine smile on his face. "You know, if you feel like hanging around until the place closes at 4 a.m., I could give you a massage myself. Perhaps back at my place? Or yours, if you prefer. Erm..." his confidence faltered, "if you want to, of course. No pressure, if you don't."

Adam thought for a moment on the offer. The club was nice, but the music was loud, and the night was young; he could think of a billion other things he could do with Jericho than stay at the club and just sulk around. The bison might not lead anywhere, but a night with the bull could be just what the doctor ordered. Adam wanted to get his mind off of Lance, and maybe this was the way he could do it.

"Yeah...I need this," Adam thought to himself as he felt a smile cross his face. Jericho was a nice guy, and if he could have a bit of fun, then the night would not be a totally awkward waste.

Checking his phone real quick to remember the bull's name, Adam pocketed his phone as quick as he could before leaning up and pecking Jericho on the cheek, saying, "I think I would like that quite a bit, stud." Perhaps the gesture was a bit too romantic for the first time meeting the man, but the buck was feeling promiscuous. Adam could feel his lips gracefully touch against the white fur of the bull, the deer's mind not quite processing the consequences of the action. At the moment, Adam just wanted someone to love.

Jericho couldn't have smiled any more brightly if he had tried, sweeping Adam up into a big hug, which was perhaps a little dangerous, since they were on a staircase. Adam and Jericho both chuckled a bit as they wobbled awkwardly on the bad footing, but eventually they found an even standing position. "I'm really glad to hear that, Adam!" he beamed, apparently having a better memory for names, since he had only seen the deer's license once a few hours back before checking his name off the list. "Promise you won't regret it. And, if you want, I'll buy us some breakfast at the diner up the street before we go to whoever's place we end up going to!"

As Adam was swept into the hug, he felt his body almost being crushed in the mountain of bovine muscle. Awkwardly, he kind of liked it, and his manhood poked against Jericho's groin. Adam didn't know if his arousal was still the a product of the dance or the sensual rubbing between his and the bovine's body, but whatever it was, he was hard, and he hoped Jericho didn't notice. "T-that's awfully kind of you! It's getting pretty late, but I think I can spend some time around the club." He felt himself trip a bit once again on the stairs, but Jericho's thick arms kept him upright.

The large bull continued smiling. "Perfect!" he said, leaning down and giving Adam his own quick kiss on the cheek, releasing him from the hug. "I'll be at the front doors by 4am sharp, then!"

Adam giggled as he held his cheek, Jericho's warm heat still around the area he kissed, and said, "Deal! I can't wait for breakfast." His stomach grumbled a bit in anticipation as he thought of delicious eggs with a side of hardy bacon. He licked his lips, the food getting sounding appetizing at such a late hour. Adam then remembered the otter down at the bar and figured he could blow off a few hours just chatting with Toby.

"I think I am going to go see what Toby is up to. Hope the rest of your shift goes well, Jericho!"

"Thanks, Adam," the big bull smiled, patting the deer on the head before leading him to the bottom of the stairs and parting ways with him, the bovine giving Adam a little wave as he walked off to go backstage where the dancers likely had their dressing rooms.

Feeling his stomach flutter as he watched Jericho's tail swish and his rump flex as he walked, Adam stared lewdly for a couple of seconds before a group of men socializing by the stairs snapped him out of it. Their eyes seemed to be on the buck, and then on Jericho, and one of them gave him a thumbs up. Adam returned the gesture with a stupid smirk across his face as he made his way down the final two stairs, and each of the guys gave him a rousing round of applause before each giving him a slap on his back. One actually hit a little lower, slapping the deer across his backside with a sinister smirk across his face. Adam blushed at the lewd hit and continued walking, a bounce in his step that lined up with the upbeat house music in the club.

Adam made his way across the dance floor, and he ended up fist-pumping and grinding his way through it in order to not have to push anyone out of the way. A few of the patrons ended up grinding back against him or touching his rump, to which he responded by slapping their hand, or softly pushing them off of him. He enjoyed the attention, but now was not the time for such antics.

Finally making his way to the bar, Adam arrived to see Toby continuing to create his expertly-crafted drinks. The otter seemed to breed energy since most of the patrons around him were laughing and having a good time as Toby entertained them with tricks and juggling of shakers. Adam took a seat on his stool from before, the familiar feeling of the seat giving his a sense of comfort.. The leather cushioned his backside, and he felt back at home among the lights.

"Have a good time up there, cutie?" Toby smirked as he approached Adam.

Adam was surprised at the comment and replied back, "O-oh, you saw what happened? I was kidnapped."

The otter snorted. "I don't know if kidnapped would be the right word. I'd say you won the damn lottery, since you were clearly crushing on him. How'd it go, anyway?"

Giving a small smirk, Adam explained everything about what happened between him and Lance. He filled him in on how shy and shocked he was, and how it took him a while to warm up to the idea of doing his show and entertaining Adam. He wanted to keep the situation a secret, he really did, but something was eating at him to tell Toby.

"But, once he got going, he was pretty...handsome," Adam said with a dreamy sigh as he stared at the crystal clear vodka bottles and watched the neon reflect off of their surface. "I mean, it was all business, so it didn't mean anything, but it was wonderful."

Toby looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm a little surprised, honestly. I don't think I've ever heard of the persona he uses getting a crack in it like that while he's entertaining. I wonder why he reacted that way, since you're pretty much just some guy who goes to his gym and happened to stab him with their antlers."

Shrugging, Adam placed his hand on his cheek and his elbow on the wooden counter. "I don't know. I guess I just surprised him." The deer twirled his index finger around the small shot glass in front of him. "He seemed really confident during the dance, until he realized it was me, too." The otter bartender finished making another drink and slid it down the bar to a waiting patron before turning back to Adam. "My money's on you totally threw him off his game, because you're not one of our 'normal' patrons. If any of the patrons here passed him on the street, they'd probably get all giddy, ask for his autograph, hit on him a little, and then leave him be, but YOU...you know his actual name and what gym he goes to, which opens up a realm of possibilities for you bringing down his private life and making it public. Yes, this is a public place, of sorts, but let's be honest, you're the biggest douchebag of a gay guy if you go around outing people outside of a gay club and making their lives hell, because no one could ever look at La-- ," he stopped himself before he completed the name, "Midwest Manhunter the same way again, once they knew the guy's a dancer at a gay club, you know?"

Nodding, Adam understood the point Toby was trying to make as he slid a drink to another waiting customer. Adam felt parched as he watched the beautifully crafted drink slide across the counter and into a mountain lion's paws, who just smiled and tipped his hat before putting some money in the tip jar. "I can understand that. I won't tell anyone outside of the club. I promise," Adam swore as he crossed his heart. A tinge of sadness crossed his face as he thought about the worried look across Lance's face, and he tried to hide it from the otter's gaze.

However, there was a random lull in the ordering of drinks, and Adam had Toby's full attention, for the moment. "What's wrong?" the otter asked, looking concerned. "You feeling alright?"

Shrugging off Toby's concern with a smile, Adam replied, "I'm fine. I just have a lot to think about now. Thank you for asking, though." Grabbing the shot glass and noticing the logo of the fox with the bow tie around his neck, Adam chuckled and attempted to change the subject. "Does everything deal with a fox around here?"

Toby snorted with a hint of laughter. "Pretty much! Which is funny, since we don't have any fox dancers anymore. Had one, and he was damn good at what he did, but then he went and fell in love with a guy, and the guy wasn't terribly keen on letting his boyfriend remain a dancer and getting ogled, groped, and all sorts of things on a nightly basis, so the fox retired and hung up his g-string for good." The otter looked off into the distance at nothing in particular. "And let me tell you, that guy's a lucky guy, because that fox had the nicest ass you've ever seen, and he gave lapdances so amazing that over half the guys he did them to came in their pants during them."

Reminiscing about the massage he was given by Lance, Adam licked his lips as he felt a shiver run through his body. "I know that feeling perhaps a bit too well. Sounds like an interesting fellow. So, does the bartender ever get up and do a jig every once in awhile?" Adam joked with a sly wink as he watched a skinny cheetah talk with a wolf who looked absolutely massive compared to the lean feline.

Toby snorted once more. "I couldn't do what those guys do, even if I tried! You know me: I'm like fifty percent charm, forty percent adorable, and the remaining ten percent does not include my ability to dance or shake my butt on stage," the otter laughed.

Adam laughed and said, "It's strange seeing you in such revealing attire, but it fits you, and I don't know why." He pointed at the red thong around Toby's hips, and Adam giggled, "The whale tail must be a bitch."

The otter rolled his eyes. "You'd think so, but I purposely buy a specific brand meant for otters. Leaves plenty of room for your tail while also covering up your tailhole, albeit only barely," Toby winked as he turned around and wiggled his rump at the buck. "Though, as with any thong, it does sometimes kinda get all up in your business."

There was a wolf whistle from one of the patrons, and Toby turned to give him a wink before continuing to move his backside in front of Adam.

Giving a smirk, Adam watched Toby's rump teasingly shake in front of him. "Thongs have a way of doing that. That's why I prefer jockstraps! Anyway, I will have plenty of time to look at you while I wait for Jericho to get off his shift. He is a pretty nice guy. I was pleasantly surprised."

Stopping his playful butt shaking instantly and tossing himself forward onto the bar, resting both elbows on top of it and resting his chin in his cupped paws, Toby looked very intrigued. "Why are you waiting on Jericho? Don't tell me...did you score a date with him?" The otter looked like he was ready to fangirl. "Seriously?"

Sitting back a bit to avoid Toby's nose from colliding with his face, Adam smirked and nodded before motioning with his thumb towards the stairs. "He even kissed me on the cheek. He is quite romantic and suave, and a pretty cute guy, I must say."

"Well, he has excellent taste, clearly! I gotta admit, I'm a little surprised! You came in here all shy and stuff, and now you're gonna hook up with the one of the hottest bouncers we've got on staff," Toby giggled. "Bet he makes you forget all about that bison, huh? I'm proud of my little buck," the otter added with a wink.

"Thanks, Tobes," Adam said as he reached out and ruffled the otter's hair affectionately. "Do you suggest anything I should do while I wait? I have 'til 4:00 AM. I am getting awfully tired, but I feel I can make it through the night. Jericho is taking me out for breakfast!"

Toby couldn't hide his look of envy fast enough, but it was almost imperceptible. "Well, there's always the dance floor. You know, just go hop to the beat, and grind that cute ass against some other guys," the otter laughed, smiling a toothy smile.

"I would, but I feel I would have to be a bit more...inebriated...to participate in such a thing without feeling self-conscious," Adam said while his ears thumped with every hit of the kickdrum as the DJ transitioned into an obscure deep house track. Out on the dance floor, several sweaty men danced along to the beat. Many wore revealing outfits to further show off their curves and assets, while others just stood off to the side and chatted idly.

Barely even ten seconds later, two more Tipsy Tobys were on the bar in front of Adam, courtesy of the wildly grinning otter in front of him. "On the house. Drink up, and go shake that cute little white tail of yours!"

Downing both of the drinks, Adam felt the strong blue raspberry flavor assault his senses and a warm feeling spread through his stomach. Hiccuping and wiping his lips, the deer smiled and stood up from the stool, saying, "Time to go dance for a bit, then. Thanks for the drinks!" Grabbing his wallet, Adam placed four dollars into the tip jar before checking his phone to see the screen showed "1:00 AM" on the front. To Adam, the time had flown by way too fast.

Making his way onto the dance floor, Adam felt the beat flow through his less-than-sober mind as he started to bob his head, as if in a trance. Many of the people that he bumped into or walked by ogled him as he moved past. Many beckoned the deer towards their little circles of friends. Adam could smell the sweat and sex on the patrons' bodies, and many clients were grinding and humping each other openly. Some, closer to the front, were a bit more touchy, and Adam had to dodge out of the way from some of their gropes.

Eventually, he found a circle that seemed to just want to dance and not fondle his privates. The pink hue was beginning to spin as Adam felt the effects of the drinks he downed begin to kick in. Feeling a bit tipsy, Adam absentmindedly began to compliment a kangaroo in the group on his arms and a fellow deer on his antlers. Luckily, the two got a kick out of it, and the rest of the group seemed to enjoy Adam's remarks.

The kangaroo in the circle even spent a good few songs grinding on him while the rest of group watched. Adam didn't care when the roo's muscled arms wrapped around his body and gripped his pecs dominantly, and his naked chest brushed against the buck's clothed back. The roo was well-muscled, and the glow ring around his neck was a bright pink that showed off his deep, ocean-blue eyes. Adam could hear the aussie accent in his ear as the kangaroo explored across his body, the words coming out smooth and sensual as the kangaroo complimented his form. A tattoo trailed down the kangaroo's right arm, but it was too dark to fully see where the ink led. The male wore tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination as they hugged his hips.

The marsupial worked his hands up Adam's shirt and unbuttoned it to show off Adam's cream-colored chest, working his hands over it sensually, the hands touching where they pleased throughout a few songs. Although Adam would have protested when he was sober, the fact that he was slightly inebriated made him not care that the kangaroo was busy pinching his pert nipples and feeling where he pleased. Many of the other people looked on with what appeared to be jealously as the kangaroo felt the buck up as he pleased, a hungry look in their eyes. The two broke up after a while, but not before the other stag in the group took a turn, his body grinding against Adam's where the kangaroo had stood just moments before. Adam moaned slightly as a southern accent whispered in his ear, "You like when big guys rub against you, little buck?" Adam didn't answer, and he just continued with the erotic dancing as the night moved on.

Two more people ground against Adam, and the deer felt like he was desired and treasured when their bodies pressed against his and caressed over his naked chest.

Growing tired, Adam checked his watch again to see the clock showed 3:45 AM. The guy that was grinding on him stopped and seemed to have just as much of a stunned expression across his face when he saw the bright numbers of Adam's watch. "Jesus, did I really dance for that long?" Adam asked himself as he checked his clothes to see them all sweaty and not in the best of shape.

As he sobered up once again, Adam waved goodbye to the group who flirted with him a bit as he left. A couple looked disappointed, while others simply found someone else to dance with. Some of the guys even managed to get their phone numbers into Adam's pockets. Walking back towards the bar, Adam gave an exhausted sigh. The deer sat down on one of the stools and placed his head in his arms, panting violently.

"Looks like you had fun," Toby smirked before signalling to the wolf DJ. The DJ immediately understood the message, and he informed the crowd of writhing bodies below him that it was now last call, so if they were going to get a drink, they should do so now before the club closed in fifteen minutes. Unsurprisingly, very few people took that call as an invitation to get completely hammered in the brief time they had left, but Toby still worked as he watched Adam sit there.

The kangaroo from earlier took a seat in the stool next to Adam and asked for some water. Sweat caked the roo's chest, and Adam noticed tribal body paint around his face and up from his groin area and over his chest. The roo said something in a heavy accent that Adam could not decipher before elbowing the deer and giving a long laugh. The glitter of a gold nipple ring flashed momentarily on the roo's right nub, a feature which had previously been unnoticeable on the dark dance floor.

Toby appeared with a glass of water a moment later. "Here you go, stud," the otter winked, staying close to the two of them. "How's it hangin', Desmond?"

"Pretty low, mate," Desmond said with a grin as he took a large gulp from the glass and placed it back down on the counter. Drips of sweat flowed down his body and over his muscles as they flexed and relaxed with every heave of breath the roo took. "Just enjoying the clientele," Desmond said with a wink towards Adam. He turned back to Toby, "But they still don't live up to you, cutie."

The otter visibly blushed, subconsciously flexing the muscles of his torso to make them look more defined against his tan and brown fur, in an effort to look more attractive to the larger, more muscular male. "Aww, you're just sayin' that, big guy," Toby smiled. "I'm nothin' special, compared to the other guys around here, but that's still sweet of you to say!"

"Mmmm, I do enjoy what you're wearing today. I'll leave you alone, though, but if you are free afterwards...," Desmond said as he drank the rest of the water. He leaned against the counter with a dominant twinkle in his eyes.

Blushing once more, Toby smiled softly as he slid the kangaroo a napkin with his number on it. "I gotta close up, but hit me up later today, or whenever you feel like." The otter half looked like he was going to pass out from how excited he was.

"Will do, Tobes. See you later," Desmond said as took the napkin and pocketed it. He turned towards the door outside, but not before giving Adam's rump a firm smack. "That's for teasing me earlier." Yipping loudly, Adam rubbed his sore cheeks as Desmond walked towards the door. He signaled to Jericho with a flourish of his hand before giving a sly wave to the bovine.

"So, that's the guy I grinded with for quite a while," Adam mumbled as he began to feel more self-conscious and buttoned up his shirt to cover his chest once again. Many of the patrons were walking towards the doors, and some of the staff started to break out the brooms and mops to begin to clean up the messes that were left behind.

Toby frowned slightly. "Well, he's definitely a hot one, but he seems like a bit of an ass. Unless that was just a playful slap, in which case, I can forgive him hitting you like that this one time," the otter said as he started washing the glasses of various shapes and sizes that were littering the bar.

Adam chuckled and felt the pain ebb away. "It seemed playful. I think he just has big hands," the deer said honestly as he got up and began to gather up glasses. He grouped them together and held them out for Toby to take.

"Thanks, hun," Toby smiled as he took the glasses and cleaned them.

Somehow, Adam didn't even hear Jericho approaching, the huge, white, musclebound bull sneaking up behind the buck and wrapping his arms around the smaller male. "Have fun tonight?" he asked as he smiled down at Adam.

Jumping as he felt the big arms wrap around him, Adam melted into the hug as Jericho pulled him close. The feeling of Jericho's muscles against his bulky frame was incredibly attractive, and Adam felt his cheeks flush red. "Yeah, it was nice, but it will be even nicer to go to breakfast with you," the buck said with a smile.

The large bull kept smiling as he hugged Adam a little tighter. "Good to know you're just as excited about that as I am, little buck," he chuckled. "Hope you like beef sausage!" Jericho paused. "I...wait, that came out wrong! I meant to say 'I hope you like beef sausage' because the diner makes their own homemade sausages, and it's really fantastic, and..." He hung his head as he released the deer and started walking away slowly, looking at the floor and chuckling softly. "I'll just see myself out, now that I've embarrassed myself."

Adam laughed and ran after Jericho, jumping up and wrapping his arms around the bouncer's neck with his legs around the bull's torso to get him to stop. Adam felt it was the only way he could stop the rock solid wall of muscle from getting away.

"It's fine! What's hilarious is that I am kind of craving sausage, myself. I could deepthro- ...uhhhh...I could eat a couple of...err links. It's nice to look forward to something actually homemade," Adam said excitedly before also becoming extremely embarrassed.

Jericho tensed up slightly. "Hey, umm...Adam? You're uh...getting a little excited back there, and you're kinda poking me a bit," he smirked, looking back at the buck who was clinging to him.

Climbing off of the bull and standing by him with a coy smile, Adam replied, "I am just really excited for...breakfast." Giving a wink, Adam nudged Jericho in the ribs and felt the firm muscle underneath the black t-shirt. Adam didn't know where the flirting was coming from, but he was really in the mood to spice up his night a bit. Lance was still in the back of his mind, and he fully intended on getting the bison out of it with the help of this even larger bovine.

The bull raised an eyebrow and looked at the buck curiously. "Starting to think you're not just thinking about breakfast, Adam," he stated, his growing smirk betraying that he knew full well what the deer was implying.

"I am! A full meal should include some protein, too..." Adam added lewdly and with a nervous giggle as he realized how dirty he truly sounded. He wrapped his arms around Jericho's left arm and realized how large it was compared to him. Jericho could probably crush him into a fine powder with only his bicep, if he wanted to.

"Then I'd recommend getting some eggs, too," the white bull replied casually with a wave of his hand as he turned to Toby. "Go ahead home and get some rest, Tobes. I'll stay and lock up, alright? You look exhausted," Jericho said with a smile.

Toby half-ran from behind the bar, like he was in a rush to get somewhere. "Thanks, Jer, I owe you one!" Barely five seconds later, the otter disappeared into the back room, emerging a few seconds later with sweatpants and a sweatshirt on over top of his otherwise skimpy attire. "Have a good night, Adam," Toby waved as he retreated towards the door.

"Goodnight, Toby!" Adam shouted back and waved as he watched the otter disappear and make a hard left towards the parking lot. Several of the patrons were still busy casually chatting outside, moving out of the way for the otter to walk by. Toby just smiled at them politely before disappearing out of view. "So, what do we have to do to close up?" Adam asked Jericho as he let go of the bull's arm and jumped on his back once again.

Jericho laughed as he shifted the smaller male on his back, holding Adam's legs which were wrapped around his waist. "I don't even have a key to the place. That's all on the owner and manager to do, neither of which I am, so really all I'm going to do is wipe down the bar and then walk out that door," the bull replied, grabbing a cloth from behind the bar and wiping it down. "You need any help? Even with a guy like me on your back, you seem to be going about your work like a pro," Adam commented as he watched Jericho tend to a beer stain. It seemed that Jericho was very particular about the mess and rubbed it fiercely until the bar looked good as new. "Nah, I'm good, thanks," Jericho replied as he finished wiping down the bar and tossed the rag into a bucket of water under the bar. "Now, let's go get some breakfast, shall we?" the big bull smiled as he walked to the front doors, taking extra care to duck down so Adam didn't hit his head or antlers on the door as he exited.

The cool night air brushed past the duo's fur as they walked outside. Although the time went by fast, the outside world looked so foreign. The excitement in the club was a bit much, but all in all, Adam felt satisfied as he was carried towards the parking lot.

"Do you have a car, Jericho?" Adam asked curiously as they passed by several rows of empty parking spots. Almost all of the cars that were parked there were gone, and the moonlight reflected off of the white paint of the parking lines. Adam noticed his car still sat in the VIP section.

"I do," the bull laughed, "but I figure, it's a nice night, so why not walk? That's my car over there." He pointed at a huge white pickup truck that sat in the back of the lot, under a light post. "Yeah, yeah, white bull, white truck, I know," he rolled his eyes, addressing the inevitable remark that had been made to him countless times in the past about how he blended in with the paint of his vehicle.

Adam chuckled and said, "It looks better than my car." The deer pointed over to his red Neon parked in the VIP spot. "It needs a bit of TLC, but it's been nice to me. Are we allowed to keep them in the lot overnight?" Adam continued as he felt the bull keep a steady pace below him. He hopped up and down on Jericho's powerful back in excitement.

"Calm yourself, little guy," the bull laughed. "Yeah, you can keep your car there, for now. I wouldn't let it stay there until tomorrow night, mind you, but for now, it's fine. Red seems like a fitting color for you," he smirked.

"What do you mean? Do I have a 'red' personality, or is it something a bit more embarrassing?" Adam giggled as he adjusted his posture and wrapped his arms more securely around Jericho's neck. The deer looked down the street to see that barely anyone was on the road. One of the streetlights flickered ominously, the yellow light reflecting off the paint of the roadway.

Jericho took a moment to respond, trying to figure out how to word his reply. "Well, originally, you came off all cute and shy, but by the end of the night, you seemed like you had really opened up and became a lot more outgoing, judging by the kangaroo I saw slapping your ass as I came inside!" the white bovine laughed. "He a friend of yours?"

Nuzzling into Jericho's neck, Adam leaned forward to speak into the bull's ear. "Not really a friend, but Toby's concoctions really helped me open up to him...and the rest of the group. He seemed nice enough, but I'll leave him for Toby." Adam noticed the bovine's right ear twitch as his warm breath caressed against it.

"Hmm...not sure how I'd feel about that pairing," the bull commented. "Toby's a sensitive guy, and that kangaroo seemed like the kind of guy who would sooner turn him into a housewife than a legitimate mate, you know what I mean? He's a free spirit, Toby, but that dude seemed like the dominating type." Jericho grunted to an unspoken thought as they crossed the street, the light of their destination visible in the distance.

Hearing a car, Adam turned around to see a blue sedan, and the sedan honked at the two before speeding past. Adam giggled and waved, but not before putting a serious face back on and leaning his head on Jericho's back. "I see what you mean. Toby is really kind, and I feel that Desmond may not realize that."

"That's what worries me," Jericho sighed. "Toby's worked there for as long as I have, so about four years, and I've seen the little cracks in his personality whenever someone he's interested in either just doesn't work out, for whatever reason, or they end up hurting him. Accidentally walked in on him sobbing in the broom closet once after one particularly nasty breakup."

"He had been seeing this absolutely gorgeous lion guy, and turns out Toby was just a little too optimistic and happy to notice the guy had anger issues, likely passing it off as him just having a bad day, and one night, things boiled over, and the guy actually beat Toby," the bull continued. "Poor thing was crushed, because he had fallen for that guy pretty hard. That was the only time I've ever seen Toby cry, and that was after a long string of rejections and bad dates, too. But, since he's Toby, he was always happy and optimistic, in spite of all of the rejection." Jericho shook his head. "Sorry, I got off on a bit of a gossipy tangent there, didn't I?" the bouncer apologized.

"I never really realized that...that Toby had gone through such a hard time. I've only known him for just a few months, and he always seems so...bubbly," the deer responded with a break in his voice. "I mean, he flirts with me quite a bit, but..." Adam paused as he felt quite melancholy for a moment. "I just don't think I could give him what he wants. I also don't think I would fit well with him. I value his friendship too much." Adam's lips curled into a solemn smile as he nuzzled against Jericho's neck affectionately, and then he breathed he caught a specific scent. The smell was crisp and clean, like the scent of pine on a hot summer day.

The bull sighed. "I know what you mean. He had a thing for me, for a while there, too, but I kept turning him down, because I didn't feel it would be professional to date a coworker. I felt terrible doing that to him, but it wouldn't be right if we were more than friends, you know?" "I understand," Adam replied. "I have been hopping from relationship to relationship for so long that I don't really know what's it's like to be in a long-term relationship."

Blowing down the street, a wind ruffled Adam's fur, and he braced himself against the massive bovine's back. The moon shone brightly in the sky as Jericho carried him, and the light reflected on his snow-white fur.

"I hear ya there," Jericho grumbled. "Been playing the dating game far too long, and I'd really like to just find someone to settle down with, but too often guys see me as more of a piece of meat than a mate." He gently set Adam's hooves back onto the sidewalk as they approached the front door of the "Day and Knight Diner", a little knight's helmet pictured on the door beckoning them inside.

Stretching and giving a yawn, Adam heard a pop in his back. The deer leaned down to touch his hooves. "This place looks kinda medieval," Adam joked as he noted the emblem on the front of the door. "It reminds me of those 'dinner and a show' restaurants." As Adam leaned forward, his ears flicked up when he heard the sound of idle chit chat inside, and he sniffed casually to smell bacon. His mouth began to water expectantly.

"Nothing quite like that," Jericho laughed. "Just a quaint little diner with great food and cute servers." The bull walked up to the door and held it open for Adam. True to his description, the place was indeed fairly quaint. It had roughly five tables, ten booths, and ten seats at the counter.

A server approached them, an adorable, tall, female fox whose name tag, clipped just above her ample bosom, identified her as being named Carla. "Good mornin', hun!" she smiled as she saw Jericho, the bull likely being a regular, or perhaps she was just that friendly. "Where would you like to sit?" Jericho looked to Adam for the answer to that question, wanting to let the deer decide.

"I think a booth near the window would be fine," Adam replied as he looked towards the back of the diner. Looking through the window, the scenery of the road and street lights could be seen, and a few early-morning joggers starting to move down the sidewalk. To Adam, it was quite scenic and peaceful, despite being in a city.

"Sure thing, hun!" she smiled, leading both males to the desired booth, handing them both menus. "What can I get you boys to drink?"

"Coffee and a glass of water for me, thanks," Jericho replied with a friendly smile.

"I'll take coffee as well, please," the deer said with a tired smile. The cushion of the booth seat was comfy against his body, and the table seemed to be well-organized with all the silverware in its correct place. Looking around, the buck recognized several other people from the club getting something to eat in their skimpy attire. Adam gave a small snicker at the thought of one of the dancers running into the restaurant, clad in only tight underwear, grabbing something to go and running back out.

"Right away, sweetheart!" Carla smiled before retreating behind the counter to the coffee pot. "It seems this is a popular spot for club goers," Adam commented as he noticed the other deer from earlier looking through the menu with his eyebrows scrunched in thought.

Jericho chuckled as he looked around. "Well, it's the closest place that's open this early in the morning, so it makes sense, when you think about it. I mean, it's not like you can go to a chinese place at four in the morning!"

Smiling at the comment, Adam answered back, "That's true." Grabbing the coffee mug, which was soon left on the table by Carol before walking away, and looking over it, Adam felt the smooth surface on his fingers. "So, how did you get a job at the Lounge, anyway?"

"Long story short? Prancer and Behemoth are my roommates, and they told me the Lounge was hiring, so I applied. Surprised me when I got the call back, but hey, beats working in retail, eh?" Jericho laughed as he sipped his own coffee.

Adam laughed as he raised the cup to his lips. The coffee was a dark black and smelled rich. He tipped the cup back and felt the hot liquid roll down his throat. A tingly sensation washed through his body, but he gagged a bit at the bitter taste.

"Sounds way better than retail. I could see you working one of the poles," Adam joked with a wink as he reached for the cream and sugar packets over on the side of the table.

Jericho snorted at that one. "I may have the body for it, but you could say I'm a little too....flat-footed..to dance like those guys," he smirked as he slid his hoofed foot out from under the table and raised it to show the deer. Where his white fur ended, just above where one's ankle would be, his leg turned into a grey hoof, which was clearly well-cared for, based on the luster of the hard appendage.

Leaning to the side to get a good view, Adam whistled and said, "My hooves are nowhere near that big. I wouldn't mind watching you dance in something revealing, though," the deer snickered as he pulled open a small sugar packet and poured the contents into his coffee. Grabbing a metal spoon, the buck began to stir his coffee, and the steam coming from the beverage assaulted his senses.

The bull laughed deeply as he dumped creamer into his coffee. "I'm sure you'd love the hell out of that, but you'd have to work a lot harder than this to get me into skimpy underwear and dancing up on a stage!"

Taking a sip of his coffee, Adam felt content as the bitterness was combatted by a sweet aftertaste. "I was thinking in a more private setting," Adam flirted unabashedly as he giggled like a child. Looking out the window, the deer watched another lone car drive by but then focused on the flickering light that was just outside.

"Good luck with that one, buck," Jericho grinned, sipping his coffee once more. "I don't see that one happening anytime soon."

Continuing to laugh, Adam replied, "A man can dream, can't he? Anyway, how's your coffee?"

"It's pretty good," the bull smiled, sitting his mug back down on the table and reclining. "Are you liking yours?"

"Yeah, it's a bit bitter, but at the same time, I kind of need the caffeine right now. Plus, I have a tendency to add too much sugar and cream to it, so the bitterness is a nice twist," Adam said as he smiled back. "What do you usually order here?"

Jericho opened his menu and looked down it. "Well, personally, I like the eggs benedict. They make a really good hollandaise sauce here, and I'd probably eat that shit over eggs every day, if I could," the bull chuckled. "But, if you're more of a pancake kind of guy, I can vouch for the chocolate chip pancakes. Look over the menu, and see if you find anything you want!"

Opening up his own menu, Adam noticed that the pages were lined with medieval weaponry and armor. Several of the sandwiches sounded appetizing to the buck, but when he looked over the menu, he felt a craving for fluffy pancakes. He also really craved something sweet.

"Chocolate chip pancakes sound amazing," Adam mentioned out loud as his eyes gazed over the picture of the stack of the light tan circles dotted with little brown chips in them. "I could use a proper breakfast. I usually just end up stuffing myself with granola bars before work at the library, so something that feels more filling will be nice. Luckily, I'm off tomorrow."

As if on cue, Carla appeared and took their orders. She then topped off their coffee before disappearing back into the kitchen. "So, you work at the library?" the bull asked. "Figured you were a little nerdy, but that is the epitome of nerd," Jericho chuckled. Giving a small huff at the tease, but not without a smile, Adam retorted, "Well, you haven't seen nerdy yet, then! If you came back to my place, you would find Dungeons and Dragons books, miniatures, and-" Adam gave a dramatic gasp before whispering, "Documentaries...The worst of the worst."

Jericho laughed a little more loudly than intended, drawing a few sideways glances from other patrons. "Sorry, sorry, haha. The first three I expected, but the documentary thing threw me off completely," he laughed. "I've never played anything like that, but I'd be open to trying it sometime. You know, if things ever got serious," the bull added.

Blushing at the loud laugh, but also at the mention of the phrase "ever got serious", Adam said, "I would be open to a new party member. I can see you being something like a tank and chopping his way through everything. By the way, what do you do in your down time? Are you as big of a nerd as me?"

"Well...in all honesty," Jericho frowned, "I'm not much of a nerd at all. I like to play first person shooters, from time to time, but that's about where it ends, I'm afraid. I mean, don't get me wrong, that stuff seems really interesting, but I've just never done it. I was more of the jock in college. Not one of the asshole ones, mind you, but I got to go for criminal justice because of a full ride scholarship for football. Clearly, I never really put that degree to use, since I'm still a bouncer at the Foxhole Lounge. Which is fine, since Mr. Tux pays everyone way more than a livable salary."

"Ooooo, I wish I got into football, but it was a bit rough for me. Imagine a scrawny buck kicking around a ball before getting manhandled. I was the punter for like one week and then quit. That first tackle was rough. The second one was worse," Adam said with a wince when his hand brushed against his hot mug of coffee by mistake, and he pulled his hand away quick. "Also, Mr. Tux?"

Jericho cocked his head for a moment before he realized what Adam was asking. "Oh, Mr. Tux is the owner of the Foxhole Lounge. Really great guy, and he's quite possibly the best boss I've ever had. He generally sticks to his office when patrons are around, though, so not many people ever see him."

"Sounds like Mr. House from a video game I play. Does he own a casino and put his consciousness into a machine?" Adam asked with a small smirk at his own inside joke.

The bull laughed, despite not getting the reference. "No, no, nothing like that. He's just the most gorgeous fox you've ever seen. His emblems are all around the lounge. He suggested to the artist to mimic the sign off of him," Jericho laughed.

Giving a smile, Adam said, "My boss is a cranky old woman named Margaret.. She is the most strict woman I have ever met in my life, but she can be nice when she wants to be, I guess. If there is one book out of line on the shelves, though, she will sniff it out. I swear, she has a sixth sense when it comes to books!"

"She sounds like one of those old ladies who has like ten feral cats in her house, and she babies them like they're her children," Jericho smirked. "You know, the whole crazy cat lady stereotype."

"She does kind of smell like cats. I bet that stereotype is true for her," Adam laughed as he took another long sip of the coffee. Looking over, Adam noticed that the table with the clubbers was empty, and the guys were paying their bills up front at the register. Adam felt his stomach give a weak rumble as he imagined pouring syrup over the golden, fluffy, and soft pancakes.

Carla appeared a moment later and sat a steaming stack of chocolate chip pancakes and a little metal container full of syrup in front of Adam, and eggs benedict in front of Jericho. "Anything else I can get for you boys?" she asked with a beautiful smile.

"No, thank you, unless you can teach me your ability to read people's thoughts," Adam teased with a small smirk as he began to pour the syrup onto the pancakes, making sure not to completely drown them. The syrup had a sweet smell to it that made Adam's stomach gurgle even louder.

She smiled and giggled softly. "I'm just that good at my job, sugar!" the fox replied with a grin. "Feel free to holler if you need anything. I'll just be over behind the counter!" With that, Carla sauntered away.

Jericho looked at his eggs benedict, which was two halves of an english muffin with slices of ham and two eggs, over-easy, on top, covered in yellow hollandaise sauce, ravenously with fork and knife already in his hands. "I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled this!" he smiled.

"Yeah, you and me both!" Adam said as he began to cut up the soft pancakes into small slices. The smell of the food was enough to accentuate how hungry he was, and now that the food was in front of him, Adam was nearly drooling as he brought a small piece of syrup- covered pancake up to his lips. He took a bite and was pleased as he felt his teeth come into contact with a chocolate chip. The spongy pancake melted in his mouth, and the butter on top added to the overall flavor, making Adam sigh contentedly. "Nothing like pancakes at four in the morning."

"Nothing like eggs covered in sauce made from other eggs, either!" his bovine companion laughed after swallowing a mouthful of his own food.

After about thirty minutes of wolfing down the golden pancakes and a few more cups of coffee, Adam leaned back with a full stomach and an empty plate. His breath smelled of chocolate chips mixed with the sweet scent of syrup and the bitterness of coffee, and his tail flicked happily behind him as he yawned in contentment and pushed his plate to the edge of the table. "I can't even look at another pancake right now, but that was fantastic."

Jericho laughed and did the same, pushing his plate back and rubbing over his perfectly sculpted abs, the contours of which were perfectly visible through his black t-shirt. "Right there with you, Adam," he chuckled. "Oh, before I forget, breakfast is on me, so don't worry about paying," the bull added with a friendly smile. "I've enjoyed spending time with you, plus it's nice not eating breakfast alone, for a change."

Glancing quickly at Jericho's hand as it grazed over his own abs, Adam looked into Jericho's blue eyes and said, "Thank you. I have not had anyone really pay for me before, besides my parents. I enjoyed spending time with you too," Adam said as he placed his hand on the table and opened it up, as if asking for someone else to put their hand there.

Smiling softly, Jericho took the hint and gently placed his much larger hand over the buck's. "I'm glad I met you tonight, Adam," he said sincerely.

Squeezing Jericho's hand firmly before letting off, Adam said nothing as they sat there in the diner. Brushing his thumb against the back of the bull's hand, the deer felt the rough edges in the skin. Every curve and dip. Every flex and release. Moonlight still shined into the dinner, but more early commuters were on the road, their headlights reflecting off the window. It was as if time stood still in that moment, however, and it was just Jericho and Adam sharing a moment together..

"I guess we better pay our check and get some rest, huh?" Adam said finally after a few minutes of silence and comforting smiles and hand holding.

Snapping out of his own small trance, Jericho realized he had been staring at Adam. "Er, yeah, I guess we should get going." He stood up and walked over to the cash register, Carla smiling and accepting the bull's money, Jericho saying for her to keep the change, which was a very generous tip, before coming back to Adam and smiling. "So, um...is this where we part ways, or...?" He blushed slightly, despite his otherwise friendly expression.

"Well...how close is your place? Mine is a short drive away," Adam replied as he took Jericho's hand in his own once again. For some reason, the deer really enjoyed holding the bovine's large hand in his own, smaller one.

"Well, from the club, it's like five blocks away," Jericho shrugged. "So, not terribly far. Why?"

"Would you mind if I crashed at your place? I don't know if I feel safe driving, being sleep deprived like this. Of course, it's totally up to you."

Adam wouldn't admit to himself that the sleep deprived part was probably a bit of an excuse, but he was feeling a bit lazy from all the food he just consumed. His place wasn't even that far away, either.

The bull shrugged. "I don't mind. Though, I suppose I'll have to get you prepared for meeting the guys," he said as they exited the diner and started walking down the street. The bell above the door jingled as they departed and the two stepped down the stairs onto the concrete sidewalk. "What do you remember about Behemoth and Prancer from what you saw tonight?"

"The caribou and the sticky-clawed dragon? I know Prancer likes Christmas and hates being called a reindeer. I know Behemoth is a thief. But, I truthfully know nothing about them in real life. Also, what do you mean by p-prepare?" Adam stuttered with a blush and his confidence somewhat slipped.

Jericho raised an eyebrow, not understanding Adam's sudden shift in confidence. "Well, they can be a bit...what's a good way to put it...blunt? Prancer's a good guy, but he's got a little bit of a temper sometimes. Otherwise, he's pretty sweet. Behemoth is very...loud, and he can be hard-headed, but he is fiercely loyal and kind to those he likes."

Feeling the nervousness in his gut weaken a bit, Adam nodded and said, "I'm sure I can deal with them. They sound like reasonable guys."

"Remember you just said that. For later," the white bull smirked as they approached the Foxhole Lounge once more. "Now, would you want to follow me back to my place, or would you want to have to walk back here when you leave? I'd rather not leave my car here, personally, even if I am an employee."

"I'll follow you back. Hopefully your driveway is big enough for a dinky little Neon," Adam joked as he pulled out his keys and jostled them. "I don't drive like a maniac, so you don't have to worry about me tailgating you, or something."

The bull laughed as he took his keys out of his pocket and spun them on his right pointer finger. "I'm sure we can make it fit," he smirked.

Smiling back, Adam followed Jericho across the road and over to the parking lot. The cars in the lot were all gone besides the white pickup truck and the small sedan. Clicking the unlock button once on his key, Adam heard the locks shoot up from their resting position. As he walked to his car, he grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it towards him. The door swung out, and he sidestepped it to make sure he did not get whacked on the leg.

Jericho did the same, bowing his head slightly to get into his vehicle so that his horns didn't hit as he got in. He turned the key in his ignition and drove out of the parking space, purposely going slower than he normally would, just so Adam could keep up with him.

Jumping into his car, Adam felt his seat against his back, and he adjusted his mirrors. He gave his air freshener a flick and started the car. Buckling up, the buck put the gear in reverse and spun the car around to drive close to the bumper of the pickup truck. Adam honked his horn and gave a small snicker. "Out of everything that could have happened tonight, I didn't think I would be going home with a hunk," Adam thought to himself as he flipped his turn signal on to the left, the same way Jericho was going. The yellow light flickered on and off on the back bumper as Jericho made a sharp turn onto the road. Adam followed suit, and soon the two were driving at a moderate pace down the road.

"Well, the day is young," Adam mentioned to himself as the sun started to slowly peek over the horizon. While Adam was lost in his train of thought, he did not realize he pulled up next to Jericho's truck and put it in park. They were parked in another parking lot, and Adam looked around to see the spots were marked with a number and the word 'reserved' beneath it. Getting out of his car, Adam looked over the building.

It was a fairly unassuming brick apartment building, but judging by the buildings near it, it was likely one of the more upscale apartment buildings in the city. It was roughly ten stories tall, so it stuck out, compared to the shorter buildings around it. The bull got out of his car and shut the door, locking it with the key fob. He waited for Adam to do the same before smiling and offering his hand to the deer. "Home sweet home," Jericho chuckled.

"I like the brick. It gives it an antique look," Adam commented as he took Jericho's hand and closed the door to his car. Using his free hand, he pocketed his keys as he was led up to the entrance. The dual wooden doors were stained a pleasing brown and looked well-worn, but maintained. Adam felt a bit excited as he watched Jericho's hand wrap around the gold knob and give it a twist before pushing it inward and leading the deer inside.

Inside the lobby, there were two elevators, in front of which was a large rug covering the otherwise white tile floor, and the bull's hooves clopping against the surface loudly as they walked in. In the far corner was a little area full of post boxes, each numbered with all the apartment numbers in the building. Other than that, there were various potted plants around for decoration, along with a staircase adjacent to the elevators.

"Reminds me of my own apartment, but just a bit more organized," Adam said as Jericho walked him over to one of the elevators and pushed the up arrow. The stainless steel doors opened with a ding, and the velvety carpeting inside looked clean and tidy.

The big bull led the deer inside and hit the button for the top floor; the tenth floor. "It's a little overkill, but we have one of the huge penthouse suites on the top floor," Jericho smiled. "I pay my fair share of the rent, but those two rake in so much money from dancing that they could probably afford it by themselves, if they wanted to. That said, I'm glad they like keeping me around," the bull smirked. "In all seriousness, I am happy to be able to live with my two closest friends," he added with a genuine smile.

"Sounds like you enjoy your roommates. I like mine a lot, but I barely know one of them. He can be kind of testy sometimes, but we all get along fine." As the elevator moved up, Adam felt a slight feeling of being pulled towards the ground, but as quick as the feeling came, it was gone when the elevator came to a stop. The "up" arrow above the doors turned off, and the button on the elevator control panel did the same. The doors opened wide, and the two walked out into a narrow hallway. The tiled floors clunked below their feet as they walked forward.

There were only four doors on the entire floor, and the duo walked to the end of the hallway, approaching apartment number 1004. Unlocking the door and opening it for Adam to walk in first, Jericho followed in behind him, shutting the door behind them. Inside, the apartment was absolutely massive. Beyond the entryway was a huge, spacious living room, behind which was a large, open kitchen, separated from the living room by a long bar with a countertop on it, making it into a makeshift table, alongside which were numerous stools to sit on. On the left side of the living room was a small hallway which lead back to two bedrooms, and an identical hallway was on the opposite side of the living room, which lead to another bedroom and a large storage closet. Overall, the apartment was furnished very nicely with couches and armchairs, paintings, and for some odd reason, a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. "So, yeah, this is my place," Jericho smiled, amused at how much the deer's jaw was on the floor.

"Mother of God! This place is beautiful," Adam said as his feet clopped on the hardwood floor as he made his way to the leather couch. His hand ran across the black leather, and he looked out towards the kitchen to see a panoramic window overlooking the whole city. The sun was just beginning to creep up in the sky, and Adam realized just how tired he was as he walked over to the window and looked out. His eyes felt like weights, and he gave a long yawn as he realized he was pulling off the all nighter in spectacular style. The Christmas tree in the corner lit up with red and green, fluctuating between the colors, and Adam gave a giggle as he looked away from its reflection in the glass and directly at the tree.

"Is that Prancer's doing?"

"What was your first guess?" a deep voice asked from behind them. Adam turned to see the aforementioned musclebound caribou standing in the hallway to his left, arms crossed across his exposed, burly chest. The only other clothing the cervine was wearing was a simple pair of comfortable sleeping pants, unsurprisingly, with Christmas-themed patterns all over them. "Really, Jericho? You brought home some random slut from the club?"

"H-hey, he's not just some random slut!" the bull protested. "This is Adam, and he and I went on a date after we left the Lounge."

Prancer huffed. "Whatever, dude, but at least you picked a halfway cute guy to bring back for a booty call."

Adam felt his ears turn red as his heart thumped in his chest. His mind swam with vicious words, and if he was just a little bit crabbier, they might have burst free from his mouth, but he managed to swallow them. "Hello to you too, I guess," Adam commented with a frown as he watched the caribou's eyes scan his frame, as if sizing him up. "Glad I won't have to share a room with this jerk-off," Adam thought sorely with his lips pursed.

Jericho's words were very prominent in his head at that moment: "What's a good way to put it...blunt?" he had said when referencing Prancer's attitude.

The caribou sighed, rubbing a large hand down his face. "Just don't make too much noise, if you're gonna go fuck him, Jer. I have to do shit before work tomorrow, so I'm already going to get less sleep than normal, and I know you love when I get all cranky."

"We're not going to fuck," the bull rebutted. "But I'll keep any noise we make down, as per your request."

"Good. Enjoy your fuck," Prancer replied, waving somewhat as he turned and walked back into the room on the right side of the little hallway, shutting his door with a soft click a moment later.

Jericho sighed. "So, yeah...that's Da--Prancer," he corrected himself, nearly using the caribou's real name, presumably. "In a bit of a mood tonight, it would seem, so I hope you'll forgive him," the white bovine apologized.

Looking into Jericho's eyes, Adam felt his anger at the situation ebb away and felt his body grow calm. He couldn't be annoyed, even if he tried, with those blue eyes staring into his own. "Ahh, it's fine. He reminds me of a male version of my roommate, but just a bit more mouthy," Adam joked as he walked over to Jericho and leaned his head on the bull's chest. There was a long minute of a pause as Adam felt his head bob up and down with Jericho's breathing. "So, would you like to hit the hay?"

"We could do that, if you'd like. I mean, I'm not the most tired, but I could probably fall asleep, if I really tried," the bull shrugged. "I know you're not a night person, like me, so you're probably exhausted," Jericho added with a kind smile.

"It's fine. I've pulled all nighters before, if you have...something else in mind," Adam said with a smirk as he ran his finger down the bull's chest and over his abs. The muscle moved and shifted as his gentle caress moved over the larger male's abs.

Jericho chuckled softly as he lead Adam back to his bedroom. "I was thinking perhaps snuggling up with a movie, but I have a feeling you're thinking a bit more in the gutter," he smiled as he pushed open the door to his bedroom, which was across from the storage room in the right-hand hallway. The bedroom was filled with old sports trophies, a few signed jerseys, and posters of various male movie stars in suggestive attire. He had a small basket of laundry in the corner, next to his closet, but overall the huge bedroom was impeccably clean. Even the large, eighty-inch flat-screen television on the wall seemed to shimmer in the fluorescent light of the bedroom, which was lit by a calmly spinning ceiling fan and two lamps on either side of the bed, sitting on their own nightstands. "Hope it doesn't look too...jockish, for you," the bull chuckled as he walked into the room with Adam.

Walking over to one of the jerseys, Adam examined it carefully to see the red color had faded a bit, but the signature was still fresh. The assorted trophies had a silhouette of a player in football gear getting ready to launch the ball across some invisible field, all of which were awarded for Jericho's ability as, apparently, a running back. Smiling to himself, Adam said, "I kind of like it." Glancing over to one of the movie posters, Adam recognized a rhino posing with a pistol as he ripped a bow tie off of his neck, shirt open to expose his ripped torso. His eyes stared like a predator mid-hunt with its prey in sight. "I would not mind seeing you in sports gear." The bull blushed slightly as he looked at his signed jersey that cost more than most of the furniture in his bedroom. "I still have all my old gear around here, somewhere," he commented as he reached for the tv remote and flipped it on, the morning news appearing on the screen. "So, still wanna crash?" he asked as he smirked at Adam.

Jericho's baritone voice rumbled through Adam's body while he looked over the bull, the two standing in front of the bed. His huge arms were crossed, and his teeth flashed white due to the grin across his face. Adam felt his fatigue begin to ebb away and be replaced with a different need. His feet began to move on their own accord, and his tail flicked anxiously as he thought about Jericho's gentle touch on his body.

Walking over to Jericho, Adam stood on the tips of his hooves and nuzzled into the bull's muzzle before planting a kiss on his lips. His ears dipped low as his lips brushed across Jericho's, and his eyes closed as he felt the bull's warm breath over his mouth. Running his hands across Jericho's cheeks, Adam felt his heart leap in his chest, and he prayed that the bull did not misjudge his flirting as rude. Moving away from the kiss, Adam stared into Jericho's eyes, and said, "I-I apologize if that was...uncalled for, but, yes, I would like to crash."

The huge bull blushed slightly under his white fur, his cheeks taking on a pink hue. "Uncalled for, but not unappreciated," he smiled softly. "Well, since we're getting ready for bed, I'll just make myself a little more comfortable." Jericho slowly stripped off his black bouncer shirt, revealing his hugely muscular and perfectly chiseled and toned torso, each peak and valley looking like it was carved from the purest marble, complete with the little, pink nubs of his nipples on his slabs of pectoral marble.

"Holy shit," Adam said as he grazed his hand over Jericho's pecs to feel them twitch and hop underneath his hand. Jericho's vulnerable chest was magnificent, and Adam had never felt anything like it as his hands worked across the bull's muscles. "Well, I might as well get more comfortable, too," Adam mentioned as he momentarily stopped groping the bull to pull his own shirt off of his body and toss it to the side. His own cream-colored hips and white-furred abs, chest, and lower part of his neck were on display. Adam could feel the heat radiating off the male he was up against as he wrapped his arms around Jericho and began to trail his hands up and down the bull's broad back.

Smiling softly down at the shorter male, Jericho gently wrapped his arms around Adam's upper back, hugging him gently into his godlike physique. "You're too damn cute, you know that?" the bull chuckled. "And you have such soft hands."

"That's what everyone says about my touch. I may be a novice when it comes to massages, but I do like to be gentle around bigger men ," Adam said with a wink as he rubbed Jericho's back and felt the muscles expand and contract. Trailing lower, Adam grabbed the bull's right butt cheek mischievously. "Even Jericho's bum is muscular!" Adam thought to himself as he kneaded and squeezed Jericho's left cheek next to feel the firmness beneath his palm through the bull's blue jeans. Adam felt the bull's tail flick against his wrist as he moved back up to his back. Although the news in the background was talking about the weather, Adam was too focused on the beefcake in front of him to care about the storms that were said to be coming later that afternoon.

"Well, I'm not complaining," Jericho replied softly, loving the feeling of those soft hands caressing his back. "It's been too long since I've let someone touch me like this. Honestly forgot how much I enjoyed it," he chuckled softly, his abs flexing as he did so. The bull reached up and ran his large fingers through Adam's hair lovingly as he smiled down at the deer.

Feeling the fingers run through his hair affectionately, Adam gave a small rumble in his chest as he leaned forward and laid his head on Jericho's chest. He could hear the bull's heart thump, and the deer felt his eyes weigh down further. His mouth opened in a wide yawn, and his eyes watered a bit. He found himself slowly beginning to drift off. His hand worked its way across Jericho's back as his eyes began to blink heavily. Jericho's body heat was beginning to get to him, and he felt like putty as he finally stopped fighting his fatigue. His mind started to grow quiet as he felt the big hand stroke his hair lovingly. Whatever desire he felt, the moment Jericho began to pet his head, he felt himself growing sleepy once again.

The big bull smiled when he saw the drowsy deer nodding off in his arms. "Aww, my cute, little, sleepy faun," he chuckled quietly, gently picking Adam up and placing the deer just as gently down on his bed, under the covers, and tucking him in. He smiled at the sleepy male in his bed before stripping off his jeans, leaving him in just a pair of forest green briefs, and he slipped under the covers next to Adam, laying on his back with his hands behind his head as he watched the news, smiling to himself when the deer eventually rolled onto his side and lay his head on Jericho's right pectoral, the bull putting an arm around him and holding him gently to him. To his surprise, Jericho felt himself falling asleep as well, likely a combination of feeling comfortable in bed with a guy he liked, and the fact that the news was utterly boring, but either way, Jericho fell asleep with a big smile on his face.

Adam was completely gone and was among his dreams. Drool began to make its way out of his muzzle before wetting Jericho's fur as the deer mumbled something incoherent. The white walls of the room echoed with the sound of their snoozing, and as the night slowly turned o day, a small window in the room let in a bit of sunlight. The two did not seem to mind and just began to breathe heavier as sleep took them ever deeper into its gentle embrace.