The puma scanned the club for the skunk or vulpine fur that he could smell over the sweat and musk batted through the air by the industrial fans. He felt they were more hints at being effective rather than doing something productive. Afterall, musk makes the furs horny, and horny furs spend more to find someone to take home for the night. His tail lashed as the pungent scent crept through his nose again. Strong and commanding his attention. The fur was definitely aroused. Celdon normally didn't like taking the more aromatic furs home, but he was less picky closer to last call, and the bartender, a buff elk with an impressive rack in velvet, and an equally impressive bulge sheathed in tight, spandex shorts, had just shouted it through the club on the loudspeaker. He needed someone to lick his sheath, then slither into his cave of wonders. Anyone would do.
"Looking?"
The thick smell of musk overwhelmed him. He turned around, and there was an arctic fox. The fox was slightly shorter than him, had frosty blue eyes, and mottled grey and white fur. It was summertime, and they usually had shorter, more grey, and brown fur at that time of the year. What stood out was the knot he could see encased in the tight denim jeans.
"Are you one of those furs?" He said with a voice that didn't match his frame.
It was deeper than Celdon thought it should be for someone of his species. Celdon thought that the fox must have a big pair of nuts to have a voice that deep.
"No, I, um, wasn't expecting to have someone as forward as you flirt with me."
"That wasn't flirting. That was asking if you wanted to fuck. Do you, or should I move on?" He said and put his hand on his hip.
Celdon looked him up and down once more. The outline of the knot pulsed as his eyes swept over it. The tip of his cock poked out of his sheath and started to drip. One of the nubs caught on his underwear, and he had to reach down and adjust to let it free. The fox followed his gesture and pawed at his crotch and shifted his stance, so his outline was prominent. His shaft snaked down his leg and looked massive. Not enough to make a horse jealous, but he would make most canids take a second look.
"You think you can handle all of me?" Celdon said.
"The question is, are you ready to fuck, cat? Not if I can handle you."
No one, especially a vulp, talked to pumas like that. Typically, they stayed in their lane, even if they were pretty. He looked at the fox's crotch, and there was a wet spot forming that sent a jolt his cock and tingled down to his tail hole. He wanted that cock and its knot in him all night long.
"My place or yours, fox?" Celdon purred as he ran his paw through the fox's fluff.
"Yours will smell less, foxy. You'll probably be more relaxed there too, so you can take all of this," the fox said as his cock throbbed, and the wet spot expanded with each pulse.
Celdon licked his lips. He was going to enjoy his night more than he thought he was going to, and his hole twitched in expectation.
"Are you ready?" Celdon said.
"My tab's closed already."
Celdon walked to the exit with the fox following.
"Did you drive or take a Flyft?" Celdon asked.
"Walked. I don't live that far from here. I can take a Flyft home after."
