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Beat leaned against the cool brick building, zoned out in contemplation of his next move. A gentle early autumn breeze blew through the air which caused the twink skunk to shiver. A normal person would be wearing a light coat and pants, but what he had on was quite the opposite: a revealing fishnet top and tight shorts that only came halfway down his thighs. Of course, he didn't plan on staying outside in such an outfit.

Around the corner was his town's only gay club. Its neon lights gradually illuminated the street as the sun disappeared over the horizon. The original plan was to enter that club and pop his party-cherry. However, the sight of the bouncer, an intimidating eight foot tall bull with ridiculous musculature and a bulge as big as his head, completely shot his frayed nerves. The skunk was a spitfire on the streets and normally wouldn't let anything stop him from doing what he wanted, but leaving his comfort zone and going to a club for the first time left him with little confidence to fuel his bravado.

Beat's phone buzzed, bringing him back into reality. He looked at the screen and saw it was a text from his older brother. You staying out tonight? Dad's wondering. Didn't tell him where you went, it said. Beat chuckled. His well-off family, except for his brother, never gave him any mind due to him being the unwanted result of one of his mother's drunken nights on the town. His father specifically only gave him any attention to make sure he wasn't besmirching the family name.

Beat texted back. Not sure. Might stay at a friend's house. Will be out late regardless. His speech was normally an odd mix between an upperclass accent and street talk, but anything he wrote was entirely proper. His phone buzzed again a few seconds later. Ok, have fun ;)

His brother knew; Beat hadn't told anyone where he was headed for the night, but his brother saw his outfit on the way out. Their father would never approve of Beat's plans, believing that clubs and low-class bars were beneath the Grayharts, but big brother wouldn't give him away. Beat already had it rough, so why not let him enjoy himself?

Sealing his fate with that conversation and being spurred on by the dropping temperature, Beat gathered what confidence he had remaining and marched toward the club. Wanting to make himself more presentable to curious eyes, he added a bit of a strut to his step, something he'd only practiced in the secrecy of his bedroom. His effort paid off when the bouncer noticed him and shot him a smile, one Beat found to be equal parts terrifying and inviting.

Getting through the line wasn't an issue and the bouncer even let him in for free. "Cute boys get in free when I'm on shift" he stated as he stamped the skunk's wrist. Beat walked through the double-doors and was immediately blasted by odorous body heat and deafening music. Already intimidated by the writhing bodies on the spacious dance floor, the skunk made his way around to the bar, hoping that some alcohol in his system would loosen him up.

Greg leaned on the bar and stared into the crowd of dancers, examining each one with purpose. He was a large bear standing a few inches under seven feet and a noticeable gut nearly hanging over his belt buckle. He wore simple attire consisting of a flannel coat, a ratty white tee, and worn jeans. Completing his blue-collar look was a trucker cap on his head and thick boots on his plantigrade feet.

The bear was a simple man with simple needs, but he was picky with who he chose to satisfy those needs with. There was no denying he was gay, but he still preferred those sporting feminine bodies. To him, nothing compared to dominating a girly-boy and feeling him squirm under his paws.

He scouted the floor for the lucky guy he'd take home. He immediately spotted a gaggle of foxes "socializing" in the corner, and from what he'd heard, foxes were always a good lay. Unfortunately, they were also incredibly energetic and a big man like Greg would probably run out of steam before either of them were satisfied.

Unable to parse through the chaos on the dance floor, the bear shifted his eyes to the wallflowers and spotted a cute wolf longing to dance but too nervous to join. Before he could make a move, a horse grabbed the canine and held him close. Boyfriend. He huffed and looked away disappointed.

Sighing and taking a drink of his beer, Greg noticed a musky smell in his vicinity. He quickly yet subtly sniffed himself, hoping that his deodorant hadn't failed him. Although he was a big man, the bear was incredibly hygienic and even made sure to take a shower before coming to the club.

He looked to his left and saw the source of the scent: a twink skunk wearing a skimpy fishnet top and leg-revealing shorts. He had a studded choker and wristband on and a row of studs lined his left ear. Unlike the normal stinkers he's seen, this one had cute freckle-like spots on his nose instead of the usual stripe and when he took a drink, he noticed some rather sharp teeth in his maw.

Feeling eyes on him, Beat turned and made eye contact with the bear that was checking him out. He gave the ursine a nervous grin, in which he returned with a smile of his own. Greg stood up and made his way down the bar, sitting in an unoccupied seat adjacent to the mustelid. The skunk sipped his fruity cocktail as the bear settled in.

"Hey there" Greg said with a smile. "Haven't noticed you around before. You new to these parts?"

"Uh, no" the skunk replied. "Just new to clubbin' and all that. Can't help but notice that ya were checkin' me out over there. Care to explain?" He gave a sheepish grin.

"What can I say? It's hard not to stare at cute things. Makes me want to take you home and make you my new teddy."

Beat blushed, the white spots on his nose turning a pale pink. He was always a sucker for compliments. "I'm flattered, but wouldn't ya want someone with a bit more" Beat paused, trying to find the appropriate word. "girth? A stick like me would snap if ya tried to cuddle me."

Greg chucked and pulled Beat close, nearly tipping his chair in the process. He took a moment to run his fingers through the skunk's fur before giving him a little squeeze. "See? I'm careful with my toys. Though with you, I might be tempted break something specific." He slid his hand down and gave Beat's rump a pat.

The skunk gave a nervous giggle and allowed himself to lean into Greg. The bear seemed to fill a certain void in his life, but he couldn't place it. The pair spent the next hour chatting and drinking, neither willing to actually dance to the generic beat currently playing. Growing bored, Greg nudged his companion. "So" he started, pausing to stifle a belch. "How 'bout we continue our fun at my place?"

Beat looked up, tipsy from the alcohol he absentmindedly drank during their talk, and gave a slightly uneven smirk. Hastily accepting that as consent, Greg got up and sauntered out of the building with the skunk still in his arm. The walk home was uneventful, save for Beat nearly tripping a couple times due to his inebriation.

When they entered Greg's apartment, Beat took inventory of the place; it was a typical small single common in large towns, but the simplistic modern furnishing caught him by surprise. Greg looked like one of those small town hicks, so he figured the room would match.

Before Beat could remark on the decor, he was swept up into Greg's arms, carried to the bedroom, and laid on the bed. Once there, the bear unceremoniously tossed his hat and coat onto the floor and examined his prey. The skunk, ever the compliant bottom, laid still with his fingers laced across his chest. Whatever the bear wanted, he would get.

The first task on Greg's mind was a little foreplay that would satisfy one of his favorite kinks: footplay. Kneeling at the edge of he bed, the bear softly grabbed Beat's foot and slowly started kneading its pads. The skunk crooned, never before experiencing a foot massage, let alone one of this quality. Being digitigrade and solely walking barefoot, he never imagined someone would be interested in them.

Normally Greg would involve his tongue and give his mate a thorough toe washing, but the feet were a bit too dirty for the hygienic bear. Instead, he kept the pad-loving minimal and ground his thumbs in between, rubbing flesh that had never naturally come in contact with anything. Beat felt a strange tingle from his usually numbed feet and before long, the tickling forced him into laughter.

At first, Greg had the skunk giggling like a schoolgirl as he explored the uncharted regions between his pads. Once he located the sweet spots, he took one hand off of the foot he'd been caressing and grabbed its twin. He then dug back in and went hard, forcing the skunk into a chittering hyena laugh that'd make the most giggly carrion-muncher say "God damn!"

Bewildered by the sounds coming from his mouth, it took Beat a few seconds to process that he himself was their source and quickly clamped his muzzle shut with his paws. Greg, surprised by the wacky noises, stared blank-eyed at the skunk before going into a whole-hearted laugh of his own, startling the embarrassed twink.

"Hot damn! You're a fucking 'yeen!?" was all the bear could say before his laughs took over. He unhanded a foot and slapped his knee. Being laughed at wasn't a new experience for the skunk but his ears flattened regardless. Sighing after a good stint of chuckles, he got up and moved over Beat, coming face of face with the wide-eyed mustelid.

"Well, I hope my little friend is all loosened up 'cause I'm ready to ream that little ass of yours!" Beat, blushing but no longer holding his mouth, gave no resistance as the bear unbuttoned his short shorts and pulled them down, exposing a rather lewd and sexy garment beneath.

"Panties!?" the surprised bear exclaimed, his smile quickly turning to a toothy grin. Beat's face grew incredibly hot. The spots on his nose turned a bright pink and his black fur even turned a dark reddish color. "Oh my gawd, what a naughty boy you are for wearing these girly clothes. Maybe daddy should straighten you out, hmm?"

Greg quickly flipped the skunk, spurring a squeak from the twink, and grabbed his tail. He savored the fluff for a moment before pulling it up and out of the way. With those pink fabric-clad buns exposed, he brought his free hand down with a resounding smack. Greg hit him lightly, avoiding any real damage but giving enough strength for a nice paddling.

Beat shrieked, trying to pull himself away with little success; the bear had a good grip on him and his tail would probably come off before he got free. Greg rubbed his reddening buns and tapped them with his fingers. "Such a naughty skunk. I bet the reason you run around dressed like a slut is because no one's ever blistered your ass before." He lifted his hand and let it drop again, this smack just as loud as the one before and eliciting another screech from Beat.

Greg got into a rhythm with his spanking, making sure to not cause too much pain. Beat no longer screamed but he let out a whimper at each slap. The paddling, like the footplay, was new and despite the pain, he was enjoying the domination. His hardening prick ground into the bed and left his panties dark with pre.

After a good 20 or so slaps, Greg paused to catch his breath. Beat looked over his shoulder, eyes as wet as his underwear and holding back a sob. "A-are ya done? P-please, no more?" he weakly asked through gritted teeth. Greg looked up and made eye contact with the skunk. The intensity of his stare forced Beat to avert his gaze. He sniffled, but didn't sob or cry.

"Please no more, wha~a~at?" he replied, dominance strong in his voice.

"Please, no more ?"

Greg laughed and rubbed the skunk's ass, causing his sore behind to smart and Beat to groan. "Okay, boy, but you're working off the rest of your punishment a different way. Now let's get these silly things off." He hooked his finger under the thin fabric and pulled his panties completely off, whistling at the damp marks in the process. He then carefully pulled his top off to avoid ripping it.

Once he was done with the skunk, Greg got up and stripped himself. Beat flipped over and got a look at his endowment, his eyes growing wide at what he saw. The bear was hung, a good foot of meat stuck out from under his gut and he had a pair of sizable testes to match.

"F-fuck, is that thing real?" Beat blurted. Greg gave him a lewd grin as he caught the skunk's expression. He gripped his dick and gave it a few pumps to make sure it was completely stiff.

"Fuck yeah it is! Not everyone's got a tiny pecker like yours!" Greg said, motioning to the knotted five-incher that Beat sported. He climbed up over Beat, pulled him into a literal bear hug, and flipped both of them over, leaving Beat straddling the reclining bear. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted.

Once he got settled, Greg reached over to his nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube out of the drawer. He tossed it to Beat. "If you're gonna dress like a girl, you're gonna ride me like one. Now lube your Papi up and work those sissy legs of yours!" He put his arms behind his head and watched the skunk work.

Grimacing, Beat squirted a healthy amount of the cold liquid in his hand and smeared it across the bear's member. Once his meat was sufficiently covered, he used the leftover lube to coat his anus. He would've pushed his fingers inside himself to pre-lubricate his innards, but his well groomed nails were a bit sharp for such a sensitive area.

He dropped the bottle on the bed and lined Greg's tip up to his pucker. With the length of his manhood and how far apart his legs were due to straddling such a large man, he would have to insert it at an angle. Gravity would not help him here. He took a few deep breaths to relax his hole and pushed himself back.

Even though he was well practiced, Beat had to exert himself to force that throbbing cock into him. When it finally popped in, the thick man-meat forced his anal ring wide and evoked a moan out of him. Slowly but surely, he inched his way down the bear's featureless meat, savoring the filling feeling that neither his toys nor previous lays were able to match. Greg stayed silent, enjoying the feeling of that tight ass enveloping his dick.

He stopped at about eight inches, the deepest he's ever gone, but he knew Greg would not accept anything less than the full foot. After a moment, he pulled back an inch or two to gain some momentum before plunging the rest of the rod into his gaped tailhole. Beat yelped as the pleasure momentarily turned to pain, but the bear could no longer contain himself and let out a loud gasp.

For a good minute, Beat sat on Greg and allowed his body get used to the object within him. His ass was sore from the spanking and being stretched so far, but the pressure alone stimulated his prostate and overrode the pain. Pre leaked from the skunk's dick in an almost constant stream and dripped onto Greg's belly, though the bear was too preoccupied to notice.

Beat eventually adjusted to Greg's cock and began riding the ursine, lifting himself a half a foot before slamming his ass back down. He worked himself on the bear's pole in an irregular fashion, picking himself up and pushing back down to the best of his ability. The friction increased as the lube wore thin but Beat ignored the pain. It hurt, but it was a good hurt.

Before long, Greg felt a familiar tingling in his loins. He tried to ride it out for a few more minutes but it soon became too unbearable to resist. The ursine grabbed the skunk and rammed him down, causing him to scream and clench on his member. The sudden force and the tightening hole gave him the stimulation he needed and he dumped his nuts into the mustelid, filling him with ursine seed. Feeling the raw amount of cum entering him caused the skunk to shiver with delight.

Beat slouched, holding himself up with locked arms. Greg, coming into his afterglow, saw the exhausted skunk. Not being one to use blue-balls as a punishment, he reached down and started jerking the twink off. It only took a few pumps and a squeeze of his knot for him to climax and although wasn't as voluminous as the bear's, the rock-hard dick in his ass made it just as intense.

Greg pulled Beat down to lay on his chest in a sort of messy hug and they enjoyed their afterglows together. Beat tilted his head upward and gave the ursine a smooch on his chin. "Thanks, daddy" was all the twink could say before passing out, leaving Greg with the living teddy bear he wanted to cuddle.