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A Night Out - A Night In

• First Time -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

17thJanuary, 2024

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Bright lights of a multitude of colours, a large marquee pronouncing the nightclub , cast a vibrant glow over the street. Pleasing and subdued music issued from the nightclub, drawing a diverse crowd of human's and anthro's alike.

Zachary, Zach to his friends, navigated the much larger humans and anthro's, as he made his way towards the entrance of the nightclub. His cloven hooves clicked lightly against the pavement, as the small, only five feet two inches, with a coat as soft as an alpaca's fleece, the young buck goat got in line and waited patiently. It seemed an unusally quiet night for the club, the weather surprisingly, was mild and comfortable, yet the patronage was unexpectedly slender.

Idly, Zach scrolled through pictures on his phone, his hazel eyes skipping over one after another, before a gruff voice snapped him out of his obliviousness. His head tilted back and his eyes went wide as he stared up at the intimidating German Shepherd. He was male - it didn't take a genius to figure that out, his well tailored and tight fitting suit hugging his lithe, muscular form. Looking down, the tan and black eye-patches looking like a second set of eyes, the Shepherd held up a paw and stopped Zach in his tracks.

"I don't think so, you look a little young to me - to be in _this_club..."

Come the short words of the Shepherd, calm, polite, but the _power_behind them, sent a quiver down Zach's spine.

Zach inwardly sighed. Because of his effeminate body and his small stature, he was often carded at bars or clubs who thought he was like sixteen - when he was in fact twenty three. Without a fuss, he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out his drivers license, holding it up. Suspicious, the intimating Shepherd took it, giving it a long, hard look, and then giving Zach an even longer, and harder look.

"My apologies," Grunted the Shepherd, handing back his ID.

Stepping aside, he undone the velvet rope and its golden clasp, gesturing for Zach to enter.

"It's alright," Zach smiled up at the Shepherd, giving a courteous nod. "I fully understand, you're just doing your job, and I respect that, thank you."

Stepping into the club, the thick padded door closing behind him, Zach expected to be assaulted by the lasers, bright strobing lights and soul-crushing and ear-splitting, nausea inducing shriek of the sound system that most clubs employed...

Zach nervously made his way over to the large full wall length bar, then climbed up onto the stool. Patiently, he watched a fox anthro, with a sleek, silver-grey coat, mixed drinks with finesse and a practised ease. After he'd served the customers, he walked over and looked at Zach, the predator seemingly taking the young goat apart with just his eyes, before a grin spread across the Vulpine's muzzle.

"I got just the thing - " He snickered, then dissapeared behind the bar, popping up moments later with an assortment of bottles and a large cocktail shaker. Adding some crushed ice, then a dash of this, a splash of something else and other things, that Zach couldn't make heads nor tails of - before he sealed the mixer and shook it vigorously.

"I - " Zach stammered.

"Trust me," Winked the Fox, as he twirled the mixer a few times, then popped it open and poured the drink into a large cocktail glass, then with three fingers, slid it across the bar. "Try this..."

Cautiously, Zach lifted the glass, then took a tentative sip, before his eyes went wide and he moaned softly, a startled look spreading across his face as his mouth fell open.

"This is - " Zach whispered, his mind unable to process the amazing tastes his tongue was overcome with.

"Enjoy," Nodded the Vulpine. "You're a new blood here - first drinks free, have a great time...."

Zach flushed, hanging his head, feeling his inner ears reddening slowly. Turning back around, Zach held the drink in one paw, sipping carefully, overwhelmed by the sights, scents and the incredible drink this talented Vulpine had served.

"Oh, good evening - " Come a feminine voice from his left. "Welcome to the the club, I'm Esmelle, one of the servers here, if there's anything you would like, please, let me, or one of our staff, know, and welcome! I don't believe we've met before -"

Turning, Zach looked up into the wide eyed expression of a beautiful, if seductively clad, Gazelle.

"Oh...forgive me - " Zach smiled nervously, turning so he could put his glass down. "I'm Zachary, no, I've never - I mean, in this club..."

Esmelle listened attentively, her slender form exotic and erotic, Zach couldn't deny that - from the lace panties through to the almost negligible lace bra and the see-through chemise she wore that hung to just below her panties - but left open. A ornate collar was around her slender neck, with a beautifully engraved silver name tag.

"Welcome then! I hope you enjoy your time in the club as you're new - well - if you have a moment, I would like to go over a few _very_simple rules."

Zach nodded patiently, then took another sip of his drink, setting it back down.

"We here at the club, we're not exactly a nightclub_in the strictest sense - " Esmelle laughed, delicately covering her lips her slender fingers. "You might see patrons and staff, engaged in - a public, but private, moment of intimacy. We don't discriminate, we're _very_open and free around here. Of course, we also have private rooms if a couple - _or more - wish for a more secluded, private area to entertain."

Zach's ears burned a little hotter, as he smiled up at Esmelle and nodded politely. "I understand -"

Esmelle smiled and gave a courteous nod, before she began to turn away, then fully turned to face him, one finger playfully reaching up to tap a hooflet lightly against her name tag.

"If a staff member has one of these - we are available- if requested, and for a fee of course..."

Zach frowned slightly, before he realised what Esmelle really meant, and he smiled nervously and swallowed.

"Oh," Esmelle laughed delicately again. "Don't worry sir, I assure you, we're quite safe here - you met one of our security at the entrance... There are others, and numerous security cameras watching the staff and patrons. Patron safety and security is a priority - we do not allow patrons to get _rough_with our staff or each other. It's all mutually agreed upon, consensual and respectful."

Esmelle turned away, taking a fresh drinks tray in her paws, as she tipped a wink at Zach, who blushed and looked down. "Have a great time - and yes, just so you know - I _am_available if you'd..."

With a soft snort behind her, the Vulpine sent Esmelle on her way with the clients drinks, leaving Zach pondering.

"Is that sweet Gazelle something? Or what - " Asked the bartender, with a chuckle.

"Or something - " Zach admitted.

He didn't have the heart in him, to admit, that whilst Esmelle and her ensemble certainly ticked the card numbers off in every regard. Whilst attractive, beautiful and intelligent - she didn't cross Zach's bingo card off - he didn't play ball that way...

*

Zach bought another of the drinks the Vulpine bartender had made, savouring it, before he walked quietly across the floor and then curled up on one of the smaller leather couches, tucking his effeminate legs close to his thighs. He glanced and nodded politely at staff and patrons alike, sighing in contentment as the alcohol, the subtle scent of something through the air-conditioning and the overall nightclub _mood_put him in a calm, restful mood... until he saw...

HIM...

A majestic bull elk, standing a towering seven and a half feet, commanded attention as he pushed his way through a dark velvet curtain. With surety and calmness, he effortlessly moved and stepped on large cloven hooves. His dark-furred head was crowned with antlers, woodland brown and seven tines on each side. The thick, chocolate-coloured mane cascaded down his broad, well muscled shoulders, inviting one to run their fingers through its silky strands.

Around his neck, he wore a beautiful plaited collar with a silver name tag, inviting a patron to examine it more closely. He was shirtless, his well defined pectoral and abdominal musculature beneath his fur, looked like it'd been chiselled by a magnificent sculptor.

Overall, his appearance was a testament to a tasteful allure and build, avoiding the ostentatious aura of a gym-junkie. Every movement of his body carried grace and elegance, his strength undeniable, yet kept in check.

Clothed in nothing but a daring thong, he left almost _nothing_to the imagination, his attire purely designed to tease and entice patrons. The fabric hugged his furred testicles like a second skin, the bulge and heft undeniable. His furred sheath extending upwards and hinting at what lay hidden within.

Zach felt his heart leap into his furred chest, as he swallowed, then trembled from ears to hooves and back again. Nervously, he looked around, then tugged awkwardly at his shirt collar, undoing a few buttons and feeling like he'd burst into sweat at the slightest provocation. As his quivering paw fell down on the couch, he accidentally triggered a button.

Sidling through the crowd, Esmelle appeared as if by magic, before she smiled and looked down.

"Good evening Zach, I trust you're well? How may I assist?"

"I - umm - " Zach's tongue felt like it'd stuck to the roof of his mouth, before he gulped down his drink and set it down beside him on the small table. "That, sorry, forgive me - that..."

Unable to stop himself from babbling and looking like a fool, Zach leaned slightly, glancing at the Elk, who leaned casually, yet with a presence, against the bar, his dark furred elbows cocked and arms casually draped.

"Oh, that's Nathaniel - he's really something_isn't he?" Esmelle blushed, her ears slicking back, before her professionalism kicked back in and she gave a nervous giggle. "He's... quite popular, only one more so, is dear Veridian - now if you want a Stag who knows his way around a doe - _or- a buck..."

"Vir...Veridian? Is he a..." Zach murmured, glancing past Esmelle again, then back up at her.

"He's a very - " Esmelle pondered, lightly tapping her cheek with a finger. "He and Aurora are - special patrons of our club. They have gold name tags, as such, it is they_themselves, who decide who they wish to be with, forgive me, I shouldn't have brought him up - but Veridian? He's a beautiful, gentle, red deer stag of the...well, who knows... he might find a lovely Angora like you - _right- in his sights!"

Zach blushed, dropping his head in shame and guilt. "How'd you..."

Esmelle smiled, crouching down, as she lightly placed a finger under Zach's chin, lifting his head up. "Your choice of drink, was my first hint, second, the fact that you, and thank you, didn't see me as a..."

Esmelle's voice trailed away as she gave a nervous chuckle.

"Forgive me. If you like, I'll send Nathaniel over, he's not busy - and I can sense through your smell, you'd like too - shall we be discrete? Make his acquaintance - just a friendly piece of advice, there's pheromone suppressant you can buy - just saying..."

With that, Esmelle rose, giving Zach a sly wink, as she walked back to the bar, pausing a placing a paw lightly on the Elk's forearm, before rising up on the tips of her cloven hooves and whispering, before gesturing towards where Zach sat.

Zach thought he'd melt through the chair, as the Elk winked at Esmelle, then moved with intent and purpose towards where the quivering young Angora sat, growing increasingly nervous, a wavering smile on his lips, before he shivered deeply and swallowed what felt like an apple, that'd been rammed down his throat.

"Good evening, sir - " Come the deep timbre of the Elk's voice. "I'm Nathaniel, I believe you've - requested - my services? How may I serve?"

"I - " Zach wheezed, his eyes like twin-moons and his voice faltering. "I mean, you're beautiful, masculine and...and..."

Patiently, the Elk smiled and clasped his paws behind his back, his gentle gaze and demeanour seemingly willing to wait until the next ice-age, for the tongue tied Goat to speak.

"I mean, I'm... oh this is so..."

Nathaniel sat down on the couch, placing an arm over Zach's shoulder in a comforting but gentle touch.

"I understand, my appearance and demeanour can - intimidate - people. I assure you, a clients pleasure and enjoyment, is a priority for us, here in the club. Mayhaps, you'd like somewhere more - private- where you'd be more comfortable and at ease?"

Zach nervously smiled, glancing sideways at the Elk, who remained quiet and contemplative.

"Yes...please - I'm rather - new- to all this..."

With a gentle, knowing smile, Nathaniel gave a deep, chest rumbling grunt of acknowledgement. "Of course sir, if you'd like - I'll take you somewhere less... public..."

Zach nervously swallowed again, then stood up and obediently followed the hulking Elk through the curtains.

*

Esmelle placed her drinks tray down on the bar, leaning back and cocking one cloven hoof up against the bottom of the bar.

"Twenty says the goat will run - " Come the light chuckle from the Vulpine.

"Deal - " Esmelle snickered. "Double or nothing, if he and Nathaniel get it on -"

With a disdainful snort, the Fox shook Esmelle's paw. "Not a chance, he'll baulk and run, just wait - in about ten minutes - he'll come through that curtain, eyes wide and bleating..."

Esmelle sipped a glass of ice cold water, a smile curling the edges of her lips, as she kept her own counsel.

*

Nathaniel led Zach to a private room, which was decorated with comfortable chairs, cushions and even a bed that'd comfortably fit both the goat and elk with room to spare.

"Have the rules been established with you?" Nathaniel asked, as he walked over to a small bar, pouring himself a large glass of ice water, then in two quick swallows, he gulped it down, his furred throat rippling.

"Yes...sir - " Zach spoke quietly.

"Sir? No, forgive me, I'm your host - it is I who is respectful and differential towards you. You are paying for my_services_ - your whims - within the rules, are my command. Command me, and I shall endeavour to obey."

Zach looked nervous, rocking shyly from one cloven hoof to the other, before he smiled nervously, then looked down, feeling ashamed and guilty.

"You'll think less of me if I ask for my desire - "

Nathaniel leaned against the wall, casually and with complete comfort, as he raised a dark eyebrow.

"I'd... if you don't mind - too...you know..."

Notching his eyebrow even higher, Nathaniel's muzzle showed no sign of the confusion within his mind.

"It's...you're beautiful - handsome- I mean - "

Nathaniel, his ego stroked, gave a courteous nod. "So I've been told - "

"You're an Elk... I'm a... a..."

With a gentle gesture, Nathaniel nodded and waved his paw.

"I'd like - if its okay... I mean, this will sound silly of me... I've always...wanted to engage in a bit of..."

Both eyebrows raised on Nathaniel's forehead, almost touching his leaf-like ears in curiosity. "Please, speak what is on your mind."

"I'd like too - that is - I'd like for you to be bound - gently of course, your ankles tied, and your paws behind your back, wrists locked - with a..."

"Intriguing, please, continue - " Nathaniel grunted, one eyebrow slowly descending. "Some light BDSM, this is acceptable."

Zach nervously laughed, then scratched the back of his right ear. "You'd be - helpless, but I understand, there are - "

Gesturing, he looked around, but was unable to spot the hidden cameras.

"You are correct," Nathaniel's deep resonant voice rumbled. "I find your request - intriguing, and alluring - please, proceed. You will find over there, in that small cupboard, a wide variety of_interesting_ items, I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for in there. Where would you like me to kneel?"

As Zach opened the cupboard, his eyes widened and he looked at the _very_wide array of sex toys, from fur lined handcuffs, to paddles, to outright sex toys, he'd never dream of trying himself - before he found some thin dark rope, realising this was perfect for his wishes. Nathaniel smiled, kneeling down on a thick cushion, placing his ankles side by side, his paws behind his back, as Zach come back and cautiously began restraining the Elk, who waited patiently.

*

Some time later, Nathaniel, his beautiful brown eyes hidden behind a halter-like blindfold, shuddered and gurgled helplessly. He felt sensations and touches, his blindness adding to the arousal and pleasure. He could smell Zach's aroused scent, before there was a soft thump and _something_was placed before Nathaniel, his ears twitching forwards in curiosity, before a quiet click-click come.

"Much better, I can reach now - " Zach's panting breath come, his exhalations tickling Nathaniel's chin.

Remaining silent, the bound Elk pondered what was happening - his erection straining and twitching, before Zach's gently fingers slipped down Nathaniel's impressive length, pressing the sensitive penile head against the angora's wrist.

"You're_quite_ a bull - aren't you?" Zach's nervous giggle reached the Elk's ears.

"Yes, sir - " Nathaniel replied without a hint of pride or ego. "All eleven inches, I am pleased too be of assistance for your pleasure."

"Oh, I'm..."

Zach cupped Nathaniel's chin, gently lifting it up, as his slender fingers curled around the twitching Elk's penis and began a careful, sensual caress. Nathaniel twitched - he couldn't suppress it - as Zach chuckled.

"I imagine that feels wonderful, doesn't it?"

Nathaniel grunted, his penis slapping against Zach's palm, then dribbling a small quantity of pre-ejaculate, which Zach used to help lubricate his paw as he started to tenderly masturbate the Elk.

"Urgh - " Nathaniel grunted, helpless and completely at the mercy of the young Angora.

"Is it true - what they say about Elk?"

"Sir?" Come Nathaniel's gasped reply, as his length twitched again, the spurt of pre-ejaculate growing in volume. "If you mean about our ability too... Yes, sir, it's true and..."

Zach began kissing, licking, and lipping at Nathaniel's throat, the Elk obediently tilting his head back, giving full access. Happily, Zach's fingers curled, caressed, and stimulated Nathaniel's penis, feeling the slick length, as he worked his body downwards, sliding off the small stool on which he sat.

"How many...times..." Zach murmured, licking and kissing his way down the Elk's muscular chest.

Nathaniel's eyes squeezed closed, the ache from his loins growing in intensity and desire, more clear, sticky fluids squirting and soaking into the giggling Angora's fur, which only helped to lube the Elk's length further.

"Sir, I've never...counted - " Nathaniel answered, his teeth beginning to clench.

"Never?" Zach asked, as his lips plucked playfully at the pale belly fur.

"No...sir - " Nathaniel's voice quavered helplessly, he was on the edge of his orgasm - one he was certain, would be of many...

"Interest..."

Zach's remaining words were cut off, as Nathaniel's spine crackled, as he gasped and tried to buck his hips, feeling the slick tongue of the Angora swirl over the bulbous penile head. With a snort through his nostrils, Zach's fingers slid about mid-way down Nathaniel's penis, continuing to stroke and masturbate him gently. With care and delicacy, Zach grinned, rubbing the elk's sensitive glans against the bony ridges of his muzzle as he worked his head lower.

"S - " Nathaniel gurgled, his ache now a white-hot intensity within him.

Zach's warm breath ruffled Nathaniel's belly fur, as the gifted Goat easily slid the penile head into the back of his throat, his lips forming a firm - but comfortable seal and he gently petted and stroked Nathaniel's thigh.

With a bestial, feral-like grunt, Nathaniel's hips bucked as well as he could - then another three inches of his length was thrust into Zach's muzzle, the Elk's swelling penile head further down his throat. Suppressing his gag reflex, Zach slapped his paws on Nathaniel's thighs and then cupped the elk's great testicles, giving them a gentle and playful twirl between his sticky paws.

Seconds later, Nathaniel gurgled, his spine cracking once more as it bent inwards, his penis sliding even deeper - and Zach's eager and supple tongue curled around the thickening shaft - as Nathaniel's semen was shot down Zach's throat in two dozen explosive squirts.

Unbeknown to Nathaniel, Zach's eyes widened in pleasure and surprise - the salty offering gratefully received, even as it clung to his throat and began to surge back up towards his esophagus - before the almost flood - finally dribbled and Zach continued to suckle like a thirsty fawn, as Nathaniel shuddered and panted - his breaths in quick, short and sharp gasps.

When he was sure the release was finished - at least for now, Zach lifted his head, wiping his lips with the back of his right paw, before he shuddered in amazement - his own slender length twitching as he too, desired his release.

"Nathaniel - " Zach murmured, then swallowed again and again, until his voice was clearer. "You were...incredible - now... I'd... have you ever had a Goat?"

"Sir?" Nathaniel's voice was curious, broken up as he shuddered and panted, his strong, masculine scent of musk and sweat filling the air. "Forgive me but - I can not speak of other...clients -"

Zach nodded, then giggled nervously, as he looked down at the still hard and proud length of the Elk, his penis still dribbling a small amount of semen. Without preamble, Zach climbed up onto the stool, his paws bracing on Nathaniel's firm, muscular hips.

"Sir?" Come the slightly concerned voice of the Elk.

"It's alright - I'm going too - well - I know your paws are bound, move your elbows out please and..."

Confused, Nathaniel obeyed, before he felt Zach's paws on his shoulders, then the awkward, but not too heavy weight, as Zach leaped, tucking his hooves, shins, and thighs through the gap Nathaniel's movements had created, resting himself there, his arms around the elk's muscular neck, then gripping the base of his antlers.

"I think I - understand now - " Nathaniel's voice was quiet, yet curious. "Sir, I'm not quite...oh...."

His breath caught in his throat, as he felt himself being slid inside the anal passage of Zach. At first, only the penile head - then as Zach wriggled and sighed in pleasure, it was down to about six inches of the Elk's length now buried inside the buck goat.

"Oh, better than I'd...dreamed - "

Zach gurgled, tilting his horned head backwards, as he began to tremble and lean even further back, taking more and more of the Elk's impressive member inside him.

Nathaniel's body instantly tensed, feeling the surprising warmth, as at last, Zach reached his awkward limit, a good eight and a half inches buried inside him.

"You're...something else - " Zach's voice trembled with raw emotion and pleasure.

"Thank you - sir - " Nathaniel nervously chuckled.

"Now, my dear...sweet Elk - " Zach wheezed. "I know how strong your thighs are, think you...you can..."

With a grin on his dark muzzle, Nathaniel tenderly nodded his head, as he began an uncomfortable, but possible, up and down thrusting by just using his thighs. Zach grunted and gripped Nathaniel's antlers harder, which made the Elk grunt as he increased his thrusts.

"Fu...fu...fuuuccckkkkk...." Zach hissed, as his hips thrust upwards, then slammed down, right as his penis flicked twice, then sent thin squirts of his semen upwards, some of which landed on Nathaniel's chest and whilst displeasing to the Elk, he knew better than to show it. "Ye...yes... that...do..do..."

Nathaniel obliged, his lips curled in a smile, as his hips began to pound against Zach's, inch by inch, until at last, Nathaniel's testicles slapped against Zach's rump.

No small...effort there - Nathaniel thought to himself. I'm not a small Elk...

"I..."

Zach grunted, pulling himself almost fully off the Elk's length, before he thrust backward, feeling the incredible sensation as the Elk was slammed back inside - the thick, bulbous tip pressing hard against Zach's prostate each time.

As if reading Zach's mind, Nathaniel grit his teeth, tilting his head back, and with a loud bellow, ground his groin as hard and fast as he could - giving about twenty good thrusts - before as Zach's tail slapped down and feathered over Nathaniel's testicles - the Elk released himself again - his incredibly powerful orgasm sending its pleasure throughout Zach's body as he himself twitched and another of his own pulsed in almost perfect synchronicity.

"Oh..."

Zach gurgled, as he felt Nathaniel's throbbing length, buried to the retracted sheath, squirm and pulse within him with the lingering orgasm making the Elk pant like he'd run a marathon.

"So...so worth...it..." Zach gurgled, hugging the Elk tight around his neck, then kissing his neck, cheek, and finally, his furred lips.

"A...pleasure...sir - " Nathaniel's rasping voice, filled with admiration and pleasure, whispered against Zach's ears.

For an hour, Nathaniel still harder than steel, remained sheathed inside Zach, the Elk flexing his strong arm muscles to keep the exhausted buck goat from falling backward. At last, Zach carefully eased himself up and back, then with a final shudder, dismounted from Nathaniel, whose slick length slapped against his belly and made him grunt and shudder.

Carefully, his knees feeling like they'd been turned to powder, Zach slumped on the ground, then pulled the ropes that bound Nathaniel's paws and ankles. As the knots fell away, Nathaniel flexed his wrists, then stood and stepped from one cloven hoof to the other, before he squatted slightly and stood back up, before sliding the blindfold off and blinking a few times, letting his eyes readjust.

"Worth...every dollar - " Come the weak, muttered groan as Zach shuddered.

Nathaniel smiled, crouching down and as easily as picking up a child, scooped the sweat-slick and sticky goat off the floor, holding him close and carrying him towards the adjoining bathroom, where he set Zach down on the shower floor, before turning on the warm water and bathing his guest until he was clean. Zach held his paws up, and Nathaniel helped him to stand, before drying him off with a towel twice Zach's height.

"Never...doubt another...word - " Zach gurgled, the underside of his tail sticking to his rump, as he winced and shuddered. "About an...Elk again..."

Nathaniel, his penis till twitching, gave a polite chuckle, and carefully laid the exhausted buck goat on the bed, before he placed a large glass of electrolytes beside the bed, on the small table. Turning back around, he looked down at Zach, whose eyes had rolled back in his head, and he was asleep even before his eyes closed...

"Sleep well sir - " Nathaniel chuckled.

*

Having showered and dressed again, Nathaniel walked with extra careful steps, feeling quite pleasured himself. He walked over to the bar, where the silver-grey-furred Vulpine raised an eyebrow. Esmelle saw them both, and she casually sauntered over to the bar, placing the empty glasses on the counter-top, before she quirked an eyebrow and held out her paw, making a beckoning gesture at the fox, who snorted and slapped double their bet down on Esmelle's paw.

"How'd you know - " He growled quietly, looking frustrated.

Esmelle smirked and just flicked an ear. "What can I say, I've got an eye for certain types..."

"So, about payment - " Snorted the Vulpine, bitter at losing the bet, but accepting it grudgingly.

To his surprise, as Nathaniel downed six glasses of electrolytes, he shuddered and shook his antlered head slowly from side to side.

"Put this one on the house - " Nathaniel finally spoke.

"What?" Come the startled response from the barkeep. "Since when...did you..."

With a deep, chest-rumbling chuckle, Nathaniel shuddered and shook his head again. "No one has ever..."

He winked at Esmelle, who slapped her paws to her cheeks before her eyes widened and she stared incredulously at Nathaniel, who grinned and nodded.

"He..." Esmelle gasped, unable to articulate further words.

"He deserves a job here - " Nathaniel laughed quietly, then wiped his forehead and helped himself to more of the ice-cold electrolytes, downing them one after another as he finally pushed the glass back across the bar. "There's this male Zebra... a client of ours and..."

Shaking his head slowly, Nathaniel just shook his head a third time. "Offer him a job - if he can handle me..."

With a quiet chuckle between himself and Esmelle, Nathaniel slumped back against the bar, his words failing him.

"You're...not joking - are you?" Esmelle murmured, her eyes widening to their fullest extent.

Nathaniel glanced over the thinning crowd, then he smirked at her and tipped her a wink. "No... I'm not..."

END