Fun in the club

It was Saturday night, just another boring Saturday night, surrounded by people who did the same boring thing, every week, of every year. The muscular leopard was getting tired of his usual routine, though he would never admit it to his friends. Daniel, or Dan as he was called by his friends, stood 6’5”, well muscled, his orange and black fur contrasting with the bright red he chose to dye his hair. His bright blue eyes were usually hooded, with a look of boredom and disinterest, though he usually didn’t miss anything. So that Saturday night, when one of the gang suggested that the Hexenkessel was a good place to pick up chicks on a lonely weekend night, he shrugged and followed the three other men into the car and into town.


The Hexenkessel wasn’t a large bar, but more a dance club for locals who wanted to get away for a weekend. As the group of four stepped into the dimly lit club, the proprietor raised a welcome paw to them, recognizing each young man in turn. With a resigned and bored sigh, Dan took a seat at their usual booth, watching as his friends each took their turn to sidle up to random women in the dance area, his eyes rolling as each one did their best seduction techniques, which were lame to say the most. As his blue eyes traveled over the dance floor, a flash of blue caught his eye, causing him to stand to see over the others crowding the dance floor. As his eyes scanned the floor, the beat of the music causing him to tap a large footpaw, he saw the flash of blue again, this time following it as it made patterns in the dark club. It seemed at first the blue was just floating in mid-air, until he looked closer and saw purple hair swinging to and fro, and a black panther attached to the glow stick.


His feet seemed to make their own way to the young dancer, her bright green eyes catching his blue ones for a second, before she turned away, continuing her dancing as if he didn’t exist. She stood about 5’7”, her medium length purple hair swinging freely about her face, her jet black fur causing her to blend in with the darkened walls. His eyes traveled over her form, which wasn’t perfect or slim like most men would have wanted, yet not obese. He smiled as he saw a slight pooch in her stomach, her hips flared and her broad shoulders, to him she was beautiful. Once again he found himself nearing her, though she seemed completely lost in her own world, not even noticing as he approached her form, until a large and heavy paw was on her shoulder.


When Lethenia turned, she expected it to be some drunkard who wanted nothing more than a quick lay from the “ugly chick”, but was surprised to see the large leopard from earlier. She noted the muscles under the skintight shirt, and his loose fitting jeans also caught her eye, herself wearing a dark read tank top and black cargo pants. As soon as she wore off of the shock, her mind began reeling as to why he was there, seeing as how surrounding her were more than apt beautiful women who would be willing to throw themselves at this cat. The look of shock on her face was replaced with one of slight annoyance, her hands resting on her hips as she glared at the large cat before her.


“Can I help you? I warn you now if you are looking for a quick fuck you have come to the wrong person, though I’m sure one of the skinny bimbos would be willing to help you in your predicament no questions asked” she said, her lips pursed into a tight line as she did her best to give him a glare. Her green eyes softened however when she noticed the hurt in his blue ones, her mouth opening to spurt out an apology. “Listen, I’m sorry about that, but every time I come here, the only ones who talk to me are the drunkards who want a quick lay with who they think is desperate and in need of attention” she said, lowering her head slightly.


“Do I look desperate to you?” he asked softly, watching her ears droop slightly as she realized the assumptions she had made.


“I couldn’t tell, I’m not exactly experienced when it comes to men in clubs” she said with a shrug, looking back up at him and giving a sheepish smile.


“Are you in need of attention?” he asked even softer, so soft that her ears had to strain to hear it, though her face turned into a quick scowl again, her voice bitter and harsh.


“That is none of your business, I don’t even know you” she replied, the anger apparent in her voice and posture.


“That is true, though I was more asking for a dance” he said with a chuckle, watching as her face softened once more, and almost what appeared a blush to radiating from her cheeks, though in the light and with the color of her fur, he couldn’t tell. When she smiled at him once more and nodded, offering one of her blue glow sticks, he smiled as well, taking it and bouncing his head to the steady bass beat reverberating off of the speakers about ten feet in front of them. As they began to dance, he began to watch her body move, the way it seemed to flow instead of bounce to the beat like most of the others did. Once song followed another, and soon his hand found the courage to rest on her sides instead of waving the glowing blue stick around. Not far after her hands rested on his shoulders, dancing with him as if were the only thing that mattered, completely lost in the moment.


If either one had looked back to the group Dan had arrived with, they would have seen snickering and pointing, followed by whispering as if his friends didn’t understand why he chose the seemingly unattractive panther girl when there were gorgeous felines around him everywhere. Most thought that he was playing the girl to get laid, though the others had an inclination that it wasn’t the case. With a nudge and a snicker, the hyena boy nodded to outside, and the three of them left, leaving Dan to his “fate” as they so called it. However he was completely unaware of his friends ditching him, he was so wrapped up in the moment. Lethenia was as well, finally getting some courage she raised herself to her tip toes, planting a soft kiss on his lips.


If she had listened to her rational mind, she would have realized that she didn’t know his name, where he was from, or any of the other stuff your parents teach you when it comes to strangers, no, instead she could only follow her instincts and kiss the handsome cat in front of her. She expected him to pull away, walk away and leave her, call her trash or something along those lines, but not what he did. His arms tightened around her, and he deepened the kiss, a soft shiver running through her body as she gripped him tightly. Their kiss deepened, and soon she found the purring cat in front of her panting for breath, his eyes glazed over much like her own.


“Private…please” he begged her, and she nodded, her logic left behind on the dance floor as she led him to one of the backrooms of the club, closing the door behind them and turning to face him. As soon as she opened her mouth to say anything though, his lips covered hers, her body humming in response as she opened her mouth a bit, allowing her tongue to dance with his, feeling his arousal against her stomach. She bit back a moan as she pushed them away from the door and to the couch, his hands wandering over her body, setting to flame wherever he touched.


The problem was she did need the attention, she had been neglected for far too long, and she needed the attention he was giving now, even if it was going to be just a one night stand. His fingers reached beneath the hem of her tank top, lifting it over her head, discarding it quickly on the floor as he laid her down on the black couch, the soft velvet feeling comforting against her short fur, his lips and tongue attacking her neck with renewed effort, lapping and suckling the crook and curve of her neck. Her fingers worked to pull off his shirt, his lips being interrupted by her pulling his shirt over his head, it being discarded on the floor as well with her top, his skin hot against her stomach. She let out a soft keen as his large paws found the frontal clasp to her bra, quickly undoing and freeing her breasts, his body pausing as he chose to admire the sight.


Her eyes opened for a moment, only to see him lowering his head to pink areola and nipple, his tongue slowly circling the peaked bud, listening as she whimpered pleadingly, smiling to himself. The moment his lips wrapped around her nipple she let out a soft cry, arching her back, trying to get more of her breast into his hot maw, her fingers trailing over the curves and groves of his muscles, memorizing his every form. His skin felt hot against hers as she gripped him tightly, feeling his other paw come up and give her other breast the same attention, rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving light tugs and pinches to keep her moaning.


She soon felt like there was too much clothing between them, pushing him up and working to undo the buttons on his jeans, fumbling for a moment before getting them undone, pushing them past his hips and down to his ankles. He kicked them off for her as he began to work on her cargos, giving her time to explore his thick arousal. Her fingers trailed over the heavy member, coming to rest on the base, her hand cupping his balls experimentally as he paused with her pants for a moment, a soft groan escaping his throat. Her thumb slowly passed over the tiny slit, feeling his pre, she slowly worked it over the head, earning a frustrated growl from him as he finally got her pants off, taking her underwear with it as he gasped softly. Her hand began to stroke up and down his turgid length, his fingers trailing down her stomach until he found the apex of her thighs, feeling the wetness there that was in plentiful amounts. Slowly he inserted one finger into her, only to find her tight and warm, forcing himself to stay calm as he rubbed her clit, his thumb drawing slow circles against the sensitive bud of nerves.


“Please…more” she panted out, causing him to finally lose control as she removed her hand, his coming up to lick her essence off his fingers, placing his arousal at her entrance soon after. Slowly he rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices before slowly easing in to the hilt, holding himself there for a moment as he reveled in the warmth and tightness that was the feline below him. A soft whimper escaped her throat, feeling him stretch and fill her, the slight pinpricks of pain accompanying his entrance into her sheath, glad he held himself there, allowing her to adjust to his size. Lost in his stupor, he slowly began long, languid thrusts in and out of her, withdrawing almost all the way before pushing back into the hilt, reveling in the feel of her gripping him and milking him, his chest vibrating slightly as he rumbled softly.


Her legs wrapped slowly around his waist in her heightened state, her hips coming to meet his with every thrust, her hands wrapped around his wrists that were planted on either side of her head. She let out a soft whimper, causing him to come out of his stupor and gaze down at her. What he saw left him breathless for a moment, her head thrown back, her eyes half lidded and completely glazed over in arousal and lust, her jaw slack as she moaned softly, her fingers gripping his arms. With an almost feral growl, he picked up his pace from slow and caring to quick and needy, the slap of flesh echoing around the room with their moans and pants of pleasure. Outside the door, the music boomed and continued, the rest of the patrons completely oblivious to the happenings of the couple one wall over. Lethenia keened as she felt the rise to her orgasm almost complete, her breath quick and heavy, her back arching once more to try and get the right angle, only to have him hit it on his own and throw her over the edge.


She saw stars as the pleasure coursed through her body, her fingers gripping tightly against him as her walls clamped down on his member tightly, rhythmically, milking his pumping shaft for his seed, her moan loud and heavy as she was lost to the world. With her walls clamping around him tightly, Dan couldn’t do much to hold back his own orgasm, a feral growl escaping his throat as he essence poured into her, holding himself buried within her to the hilt, his arms shaking as he rode wave after wave of pleasure. Without any warning he lay down atop her, closing his eyes as he panted, feeling her arms wrap around him as she came back to earth, her nose nuzzling his headfur as she slowly came to her senses.

“I don’t even know your name” she whispered aloud, wondering about her own actions that were very unlike her.


“Its Dan” he mumbled quietly, content to use her as a snuggle pillow for as long as she would let him. “Want to come home with me?” he asked jokingly, not expecting her to answer him, thinking that for her this was a one night stand.

“Sure” she said softly, petting through his hair as he looked up at her incredulously, seeing the sincerity in her eyes.


After that night, what had once been a one night stand, became a lasting relationship, though they still had the same routine, visiting the club every Saturday night, and their special backroom.