The Invite

"Strip," she said, eyes betraying the intensity of the softly spoken command.

He did not know what he had expected other than to remove the uncomfortable suit, at least to some extent, but the unquestionable instruction sent a shiver through his body, glad of the fur that his the worst of the heat along his muzzle. Was she serious? Was she really going to make him strip while she sat there, watching everything? Painted lips curving upwards in a wicked smile, Amethyst nodded, answering the unspoken question, and Razak swallowed hard, nervous excitement thrumming through his veins.

His blush grew fiercer as he started with the jacket, sliding it over his shoulders and draping it self-consciously over the top of his vacated stool, foolishly feeling as if he should fold it neatly, regardless of how he usually stored the garment. The crowd had grown, heated bodies pressing together too close for comfort, and he spied a muscled horse eyeing him with what may have been approval or perhaps merely undressing him with his gaze. Skin burning, he kept his eyes on the mare who suddenly had a glass of ruby wine in her paw from which she sipped. Her eyes never left his body as it was so tantalisingly revealed, shirt unbuttoned with shaking paws and dropped on top of the dark jacket. A fur wolf whistled and Razak's ears perked proudly, muscles along his torso defined beneath the white fur of his stomach and the rich, blue hues elsewhere.

"Talk about drawing some attention," Amethyst grinned, widening the gap between her legs as if by accident.

Considering that he had more drawing his attention than whistling furs, the wolf smiled shyly, barely showing a glimpse of teeth. Gesturing with one paw, Amethyst tipped the wine glass to her lips once more, sipping the sweet wine and inhaling the intoxicating aroma, which was almost as good as the taste itself. Words were not needed for the moment; he knew exactly what was expected of him. Confidence growing, Razak fumbled with the smart trousers, claws catching in the fabric as he rushed, too keen to continue. Some of the surrounding female furs giggled and he rolled his eyes while Amethyst covered her muzzle modestly with one paw, hiding a smile at his reaction.

In a shiver of fabric, the trousers crumpled in a heap about his hind paws and the watching furs called out their appreciation, shouts lost amongst one another as the wolf hesitated for a moment, eyeing the crowd pressing closer. A sharp glance from Amethyst sent them back a few paces - there was the issue of personal space, after all - and she winked, arching her back just to see the very noticeable bulge in his underwear swell, a damp patch of pre cum soaking the front. Her not so humble display sent Razak's heart racing, pounding the interior of his ribcage with such force that he feared for a moment that it would burst out of his chest entirely, if it was not done pumping blood to his half-sheathed cock, that was. Panting lightly, he looked to the mare as if for permission, surprisingly warm despite being down to his underwear and paw-shoes.

"Underwear first, wolf, then the shoes," she confirmed, one ear flicking to catch a peal of laughter. "Try not to think of our...admirers. All those eyes on you, watching, waiting and taking in every, little detail."

Groaning deep in his throat - she had a way of getting to him like that - Razak hooked his claws under the light-coloured edge of his underwear, indecision brief in passing. How could he forget all the furs watching? Ridiculous! The light in the bar was semi-dim, bright enough to see everything but low enough to lend an air of mystery and sensuality to the scene. Shuddering, he chanced he felt those many, many pairs of eyes on him, mentally devouring his body, ghostly paws caressing and teasing, begging silently for more. Without allowing himself further pause, he tugged his underwear down, freeing his shaft, and stepped out of them with a sigh of relief. After being so contained, his fleshy-pink shaft grew fully from the sheath, swelling to plump out the sheath while remaining achingly hard in the most pleasurable of ways. A hyena cackled and raised a glass to Razak, muzzle tilted down to where the wolf's tail flicked over his bare rump, showing off the curve of white fur meeting the blue, white stretching up the underside of his tail as if to demand attention. He swallowed nerves sparked off by the appreciative furs, flashes betraying the presence of camera phones capturing every angle of his aroused state.

There was one more barrier to the undressing, however: the paw-shoes. Normally an easy part to dressing or undressing, Razak was perplexed as to how he may undertake the task without giving more of a show than he had initially bargained for. Foreseeing his predicament, Amethyst smiled secretively, squeezing her thighs together to hide the slick patch of feminine arousal on the stool top, preferring to wait and watch. How could she not when the sight was so enjoyable? She played with a curl of hair, shaking her head as Razak edged towards the stool where he had strewn some of his attire not so long ago. He glanced between her and the stool, blinking hopefully, hopes quickly quelled as she held her paw out, palm vertical in a signal that no one could misunderstand. He sighed quietly, hiding the delicious shiver that trickled down his spine like icy fingers, down to the very tip of his tail. She left him one option.

Gathering his courage, he assured himself that it was not so bad, that he enjoyed being watched. It did not make the nervous flutters lessen and he took a deep breath, bending far over to pull loose the laces as quickly as possible. In his haste, his fingers fell to fumble, muzzle burning fiercely from the good-humoured whistles and calls of appreciation as his rear was placed on full display. Razak wished in hindsight that he had decided against facing Amethyst; he felt loathe to turn away, though this inclination left his rear facing the majority of the crowd. Dropping a sly wink, Amethyst blew him a kiss, spreading her long legs once more as he looked up. The wolf's jaw fell slack as Amethyst tugged the lace underwear, now revealed as a thong (she had confessed an unusual liking of those) to the side, showing off her damp pussy lips, gleaming with her own juices. He whined.

"G'wan, wolf!" One fur, out of his line of sight, shouted, making him jump. "Lift that tail, gi' us a show!"

A growl leapt unbidden to his lips and he clamped his tail down, protecting his balls from view the best he could. They thought he was deliberately bending over for them, too preoccupied to see how the mare was teasing him! Tempted to shoot Ammy a glare that he only half-meant, perhaps, he tugged furtively at the laces, huffing his respite when he was finally able to yank off his left paw-shoe and straighten up, holding it awkwardly as if he was unsure what to do with it. Reaching forward, Amethyst relieved him, placed the shoe carefully on the floor and leaned back, fingers teasing along the folds of her pussy, shiny in the low light. Razak's tongue lolled from his muzzle and he shook himself, hard-on begging for attention as his attention reverted to his remaining paw-show, carpet scratchy beneath his unclad hind paw.

"You know you want to show off," Amethyst murred lowly, so quiet that he had to strain his ears to catch her meaning halfway through the motion of tangling with the laces. "Why don't you show them what you've got? It would make a mare very pleased."

Opening and closing his mouth several times, Razak ducked his muzzle, shifting his weight on to the opposite paw. Grinning unashamedly, the mare sipped her wine, one eyebrow cocked in challenge, waiting. She had him and she knew it. Obscenely self-conscious, Razak ducked his muzzle, bending far over as he tackled the second set of laces, fingers clumsy in heated haste. He focused on the black shoe, tipped on to its side, ears twitching to catch the disgruntled mutters from behind, tail clamped over his rear. Would he do it? He swallowed, loosening the stubborn knot, nerves ricocheting around his stomach, bouncing off an edge of excitement that could not be constrained. The tips of his ears turned pink and the blue wolf raised his tail with a hesitant wag.

One fur whooped in appreciation - an over the top exclamation - and Razak struggled against the urge to pin his tail between his legs again. He was no stranger to eyes upon his rear but so many all at once... The wolf trembled, the very tip of his tail wagging faintly, as he stumbled out of the accursed paw-shoe and kicked it aside, nerves electrified to the point that one thought chased the other, jumbling all measure of rationality. His ears rang with white noise, coarse comments blending together, and he whined unconsciously, feeling the warmth of his orbs resting over his crotch. Beneath the scrutiny, Razak's length hardened, the toned wolf unable to stand the sensation without traitorous, bodily reaction, though he made no effort to conceal his rampant arousal. Straightening up with a shy smile, Razak met the mare's eyes and kept his tail lifted, half-turning to give her a better view of his rump; he did not see why the gathered furs should be the only ones to get an eyeful. Amethyst smiled, putting aside her emptied glass.

"Good boy," she crooned, making the wolf duck his muzzle to the side, mixed emotions battling for control. "You know how to give a lady a show when so...encouraged, sweetheart."

"If you say so," he mumbled, licking his lips, stepping closer to the mare, unable to help himself: he was well and truly under her spell.

Amethyst raised an eyebrow, lazily circling a finger around a pink and swollen clit. Body searing with desire, she thrust her hips off the stool, hooves propped on the narrow wooden bars between the legs, slipping dangerously. The shorter, red hair around her cunny darkened with her juices, trails of pearly arousal trickling. Grazing the wolf's body with a smouldering gaze, she snorted, and a warm breath ruffled the white fur on his chest, neither quite touching the other.

"On your knees."

The wolf sank to his knees before the final syllable passed the mare's lips. At another time, he might have thought twice before kneeling so compliantly; the scent of the equine's arousal clouded his senses, his world narrowing to that which lay between her soft thighs. Razak panted heavily, aching to nuzzle into her slit, a little way above his snout, but the mare placed a finger on top of his muzzle, staying him from diving in like a hungry pup. Stretching his neck as far as was comfortable, he rested his chin on the edge of the stool, inches away from the mare's hot pussy. He imagined he could feel the warmth physically emanating from it and only Amethyst's finger on his muzzle prevented him from delving his tongue between the dripping, pink lips. She studied him for several long moments that seemed to stretch out with every, panting breath, and traced her paw to the back of his head, gripping to draw him in, nose rubbing her clit.

"Lick," she murmured, voice husky.

He inhaled sharply, inadvertently intoxicating his senses with aroused mare, and tipped forward, groaning as his tongue swept over her folds. Paws spread her legs and Amethyst held on to the wolf's head and shoulders, allowing him to take some of her weight while her muscles trembled. Razak pressed his nose between her folds, muzzle swiftly soaked with her juices, which dripped down his chin. He dug his short claws into her thighs, moaning lustfully as his tongue curled into her warmth, dipping into her honey pot with teasing flicks until Amethyst bucked up to his muzzle.

Partially unaware of his own actions, Razak's tail beat the legs of the stool behind him, high enough so that onlookers had the perfect view of his tight pucker and plump balls that appeared as if they had not been permitted release in too many days. Knees spread, the wolf whined, humping the air, need coursing through every fibre of his body. His nerve endings were on fire, every touch amplified, and he growled, allowing the mare to grasp his hair, grinding his muzzle harder into her sex. A snap and a flash captured his tongue mid-motion as it left a trail of saliva along Amethyst's sex, the wolf lapping eagerly over her clit just to hear her moan. Her paw tightened over his shoulder, hips rising to his muzzle, and she near crushed his lips to her sensitive nub, nickering her proud pleasure for the ears of their enraptured audience.

"Come on, pup," she panted, dragging him closer as the stool rocked dangerously. "Make me cum, I'm so fucking close. Harder."

Ears flicking, Razak murred into her sex, lips pursing around her clit and sucking hard, earning a gasp from the squirming mare. She shook her head, striving to stave off the so sorely desired ecstasy that was all too swift in racing upon her. Too sensitive - she was far too needy, moaning like a filly entering her first season, begging to be mounted by the biggest stud in the herd. Her thighs squeezed around Razak's head, trapping him there as one paw snaked behind her back, holding the mare steady for him to delve two fingers deep into her clenching pussy. Eyes closed, Amethyst thrust her hips lewdly, tail flipping over the back of the stool and dress rumpled around her hips, leaving little below the waist to anyone's imagination. His tongue writhed around her clit, eyes cast up, roaming over the contours of her heaving chest, and the wolf worked another finger deep into her cunt, pumping them hard and fast, the mare rocking demandingly against his muzzle.

Arching her back to a vicious degree, the mare neighed boldly, mane falling off the curve of her neck as she climaxed with a bodily shudder of pure pleasure. Humping the wolf's muzzle, Amethyst snorted, nostrils flaring, and rode out her orgasm, a pool of feminine moisture staining the seat beneath her hips. The wolf panted, hot breath rushing over her tender pussy, feeling her muscles twitch around his fingers thrusting in with long, lazy strokes. Amethyst groaned, legs aching fiercely from clutching the stool, and reluctantly released her hold on Razak's head, resting her weight solely on the stool. Not to be dissuaded, he lapped up the offerings of her orgasm, cleaning her sex with gentle sweeps, and licked up her dripping, creamy juices from the seat, cheeks burning pleasantly. It would have been a shame to let her nectar go to waste, after all.

Pushing the wolf away with a firm paw on his shoulder, Amethyst licked her suddenly dry lips, tail flicking restlessly from side to side. Without a word, she stood, ushering the wolf back on his knees with the proximity of her body, turning a slow half-circle, tail proudly flagged. Razak watched with his jaw slack, paws half-reaching to grope her rear, all but exposed by the tiny thong, but was halted mid-motion by the lash of her tail across his muzzle, a warning stroke. He whined pleadingly, ears folding, and bucked his hips wantonly, ignoring the amused giggle of a fur that took particular liking to his open need.

Taking her time, Amethyst slipped the thong down her shapely legs and dropped the soaked fabric over the wolf's muzzle. He groaned softly, claws digging into his own thigh, begging any listening god's for the self-restraint he so desperately required. The mare's lips quirked into a crooked smile and she reached out to wind the material around his muzzle, pressing the soaked crotch piece over his lips and nose. When Razak made to open his muzzle, he found that he was unable to part his lips more than enough to wriggle his tongue between the teeth, mildly gagged with the overpowering scent of mare dizzying, forced upon him with every inhalation.

Apparently satisfied with her work, Amethyst adjusted the hem of her dress above her hips, smoothing it down over her stomach, before leaning over the bar stool, belly resting on the stool and paws stretched forward, grasping the bar top for balance. Shaking her head, she dislodged a curl of forelock, which tumbled rebelliously into her eye, the mare tossing her muzzle and looking back over her shoulder at the speechless wolf. Razak looked up pleadingly, on his knees with legs spread and fingers curled into his thighs, body coiled like a spring, ready to spring into action. She spread her legs invitingly, dark desire replacing her playful smirk as need sent tremors through her body, eyes riveted to the wolf's rock hard shaft, simply begging to be used.

"Fuck me, wolf," she growled throatily, sounding quite unlike an equine in the throes of need. "Hard."

Ears roaring, Razak clambered upright, sweeping his tongue up the mare's cunny as he did so, moaning and pushing back to him, passage squeezing around an imaginary shaft. The wolf gripped her hips and she hissed between her teeth as his claws dug in, tail raised and lashing his stomach. Hardly believing that they were fucking in the bar, Razak rubbed the head of his achingly hard shaft over the mare's damp cunt, amazed at how swiftly her arousal resurfaced. She flagged her tail even higher, rocking back demandingly, and snorted, so close to having that cock exactly where she wanted it to be. The wolf's breath came harshly with every pant and he could not restrain himself, wanting to tease her as she had teased him but overcome with need. He groaned, defeated, as her hips gyrated, sliding his thick shaft between her rump cheeks, and held her still, head nuzzling between her pussy lips, easing in. He gasped.

She was so tight.

Razak leaned forward, tongue fighting to loll out past the gag, forcing himself deeper. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, making him work for it, and he groaned quietly, drawing back only to thrust in, harder, half his thick length disappearing into her stretched sex. Snorting, Amethyst's fingers curled around the edge of the bar top, balancing one hoof on the bar between the stool legs, eyes half-lidded as she put on a show of her own, giving her admirers a clear view of her pussy. Several of the males that she could see from the corners of her eyes had their cocks out, stroking hard shafts with their eyes riveted to her body, imagining all the things they would never be able to do to it. She huffed, thrusting back to Razak, half his rod buried within and eager for more, always more. Catching the eye of a piebald stallion, she winked, moaning loudly as the wolf drove in harder, pole spearing through the rippling muscles, teasing his length.

Desperately, the wolf slid his paws around her waist, shifting her on the stool and giving a series of rough, short thrusts that pierced her with a few more inches of his length. As her juices soaked his shaft - deliciously warm - he whined, ears back, and pressed his chest to her back, his only desire to sink every inch of his shaft into her tightness. Amethyst arched, moving with him as he thrust, slowly but surely burying his bone until his balls slapped her pussy lightly; she moaned, vaguely conscious of a pretty doe being bent over a stool to her side, a dragon flipping up her skirt and driving a ridged cock into her depths. And she was a large part of the cause of their lust.

Grinding his hips flush to her raised rump with a triumphant growl, even if it came out muffled, Razak cast his eyes over her half-nude body, wishing that the dress could have been hiked up even more. She held on to his dick as if reluctant to be so unfilled and the wolf shook his head, withdrawing a few inches only before ramming home again, their groans of obvious pleasure simultaneous, rising above the crowd's writhing eroticism. Nipping at her curled mane, Razak worked his shaft, able to move more easily as she relaxed, allowing him to thrust freely for the first time. The wolf's grunts muffled by the gag, Amethyst's dizzyingly intoxicating scent pushed him onwards, dictating his moves as if he had merely become a puppet, slave to desire, want and sheer, raw need. Breath ragged, he pressed his muzzle into the back of Amethyst's neck, hips working like a piston to pound her into the stool, sure that he was bruising her stomach and certainly crushing his own paws yet entirely unable to stop.