Welcome to the Club – Draft One


The crowds flowed through the club, the deep, rhythmic pumping of music pulsing through the room. The back corner provided a refuge for the boar. Tidy outfit, clean cut, everything indicated he was a bystander, an outsider who, in a drunken state of misjudgment, walked through the door expecting a standard sports bar, but instead was met with the lustful roar of after dark frivolities. No. This was a simple man, yes, but he knew the den he walked into.

There he stood, the drink in his hand no longer straining under anxiety fueled grip. He watched the crowd, keeping an eye out for the friends responsible for dragging him out for the night, but their faces were lost in the crowd. A sigh of frustration escaped him as he waited for his friends to tire themselves out, swimming in a scene unknown to him.

He considered leaving, hailing an Uber or anything to get back to his home. He lingered on the thought of himself cozied up in his nook with a cup of tea and book, the roar of the club replaced with the soft crackling of the fireplace. His usual Friday out. Yet he was here, having succumbed to his friends requests to drag him out, the promise to find him a date, while being ludicrous, struck his weakness enough to find victory. So here he stood, happy enough to pass by unnoticed.

Until a figure began to emerge from the crowd. A fox, slim, was heading his way. A brief glance of eye contact made it clear to the boar that he had been targeted. His muscles tensed, his mind engaged his defenses. A friendly smile, a simple nod, an acknowledgment to recognize their meeting eyes. A glance away, a glance back, and he knew he had failed to avoid the inevitable.

The usual small talk was how it started. A brief introduction, a comment about the music, a clink of fresh drinks as the fox offered a welcome to the boar. The fox was interested, a hidden desire in the back of his eyes the boar was oblivious to as they spoke.

A brush of the arm, a comment on his build, and the boar was flushed. Only a few sentences later and the fox had him taking his shirt off to match the atmosphere, complimenting his shape as he pulled off his harness.

“Borrow it for the night, it’ll look cute!” He said. The boar hesitated, the weight of the harness resting in his hands as the fox egged him on.

A single motion from the fox had the boar’s hands above his head, the warm, moist straps of leather sliding down his frame, resting against his pecs. More compliments from the fox, inching closer now, adjusting the straps to form the boar’s larger frame. His breathing grew ragged, only able to meet the fox with a few words in response. The fox offered a patient smile, a rub of the chest, and a grip of the straps.

A soft tug on the harness and their lips met, tongues dancing and muffled moans mingling in their maws. A hand pressed against his bulge, a step forward directed his back against the wall, and the kiss was broken as his shorts were tugged down, his briefs joining them on the floor in short matter.

The boar flowed along, gripping the waist in return, tugging at those skimpy shorts while he tasted the fox. He allowed the fox to lead, pulling off those lips, a muzzle pressed into his neck, directing him to a discarded chair. The boar caught a glance at the crowd, lost in their rhythmic trance as fur met fur, rear met crotch, the boar’s gasp muted by the club as a warmth engulfed his member and the fox slid down his lap.

Their moans mixed as their lips met again. Fur rubbed on fur, balls met with the supple coupling of a rear, and chairs creaked in rhythm of their mating. They were alone in their corner, lost in their rut. The fox whispered sweet wanting to his ear, the boar offering powerful thrusts upwards in return. The boar’s senses were overloaded. He smelled of fox, tasted of fox, his grunts rang out unheard. All that existed in his mind was the rhythm of his rut, a primal desire to breed.

The two wouldn’t last long, though it wouldn’t matter. Their groans pitched up, hand met cock, lips met lips. A final thrust, a primal growl, another intwining of tongues, and a torrent of exchanged seed.

Their pants mingled in the air. The boar gave the fox a meek smile, flushing red as he felt the evidence of their meeting matting his fur. The fox licked his cheek and gave a wink, complimenting the harness fit again as he stood up. He let his pants hit the floor, flicking them up to the boar with his feet. He leaned down, muzzle near muzzle, and pulled out a card. With a kiss on the cheek, he slid the card into the harness. An offering, another wink, and the fox walked off, his nude form disappearing into the sea of dancing.

The boar picked himself up, wiped off his length, and finished his drink. Pulling up his shorts, he checked the card. A number, a request. He fished his phone out of his shorts and punched the number in, sending a short message, an introduction. He rubbed his body with a paw, the fox’s scent matted into his fur wafting up to his nose. He swayed with the music as he peered among the crowd, appreciating the energy radiating from the mass.

He kicked off his shorts and briefs, picking up the array of discarded clothes scattering his refuge. He dropped them into the offered locker, along with his phone, and marched himself into the crowd.


Originally I planned for this story to be about someone who felt alienated and unwelcome being pulled through the threshold and finding comfort and happiness on the other side, all while being a piece of pure smut. The idea was he would cower in the corner, someone else would approach, their forwardness would invite the character to cast aside his insecurities and inhibitions, and as a result of their primal lovemaking would suddenly “get it”, so to speak.

I don’t think it’s quite working yet, but the general bones are there. I thought about flipping the ending entirely and having the character not suddenly feel welcome, having him tear up the card or toss it away and leaving the club. The idea there being that I wanted to turn it into a story about a character’s alienation not being something that is solved because of one thing, but I think for this one I’ll keep it light and let the ending be happy.

We’ll see how I feel come draft 2.

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