Stiletto
By Brian McLean
06/03/2000

Eric approached the dingy building with some amount of trepidation.  Well, he thought, perhaps not so much dingy as just nondescript. In fact, this whole section of town seemed nondescript. At least half of the structures making up the dimly lit street either had no markings at all or flashed their business with a simple neon sign. Adult books, one read. Another promised XXX videos in bright green. Others were just liquor stores. The gray mouse didn't feel particularly safe around here, but a giggle from around a corner reminded him that his friends were watching. A bet was a bet. He gathered up his confidence again and knocked at the large black door. A moment later the door was opened and Eric was let inside.

A furry paw rested on the shoulder of Eric's T-shirt, and he looked up to see a black grizzly who seemed to have lost his smile somewhere. "You sure you're old enough to be here, kid?" he rumbled, glowering down at the now-shivering mouse.

"Uh, yeah, sure," was the timid reply, the teen jabbing a paw into his pocket and producing the fake ID card his friends has furnished. He bit his lower lip and hoped that it wasn't read too carefully. The bear, however, handed the card back after a cursory inspection and patted Eric's side.

"Okay, kid. Have fun in there," the bear said succinctly, a certain amusement crossing his features. Eric mumbled his thanks and headed out into the main room, stuffing the card back into his denim shorts. Have fun indeed. Hmf! The Stiletto was famous in his circles at Eastwood High, a sort of initiation. One had to go in and spend the evening there, a rite of passage that Eric didn't care for. While usually reserved for freshmen and sophomores, Eric had had the good fortune of not being questioned about this place until his senior year. When the yearly hazing came about, though, the mouse had accidentally let slip his inexperience, and now all he could think of was getting out of here. That grizzly alone looked menacing enough!

Eric stepped into the smoky lounge and had a look around. It was certainly no better lit than the street he was just on, and he felt his apprehension growing as he started to spot other furs. Dull reflections abounded; nearly every fur seemed to have at least one article made of latex or PVC on themselves, be it a corset, long boots, briefs or even just a hat. Another large bear sporting a pair of shiny black undies tended the bar in the middle of the room. He caught Eric staring at him and walked over to that end of the bar. Eric smiled weakly and shied away, turning back and meandering through a small maze of couches and chairs with furs that seemed benign enough despite their clothing. Finding a chair off in a dark corner, Eric sat down and glanced at his watch. Two whole hours he had to be here. This place was creepy. Why did his friends put him up to this? He whined under his breath and crossed his arms, determined to wait it out. It didn't take long before another furry paw brought him to the present, though this one rested on his thigh. He blinked, his eyes following the arm up to a lanky wolf wearing a leather jacket and a pair of shorts.

"Hey there," he said with a brief grin. "You look lost, boy..." The mouse twitched his large ears nervously. Pulling his leg away from the paw, he curled his tail into his lap and managed to look the wolf in the eye after a moment.

"N... No," he stammered, fumbling for something, anything to say. "I'm just... waiting for a friend. That's all." The lupine paw found his thigh again, giving it a gentle squeeze. Eric was not squeamish in the least about males, but a total stranger? He bit his lower lip again and scooted over a bit more, pressing himself up against the edge of the chair. "Hey, what're you doing?"

Undaunted, the furry paw slipped up Eric's thigh and brushed against the front of his shorts. "Why, this is a latex bar," the daring wolf said with a growing grin. "I don't see any latex on you. Is Bruno letting the thrill seekers in again, hmm?"

Eric blushed. He was going to get kicked out for sure! He glanced back at the bartending bear and thought quickly. "Er, no... No, I have briefs like him!" He pointed at the bar, but the wolf's eyes did not follow. Rather, he received a second stroke along the increasingly tight shorts for his efforts. Eric wriggled but there was nowhere to go now without causing a scene. Nobody was looking in his direction for now.

"Well, let's see them then, hmm?" Without so much as an introduction, the wolf unfastened the button on Eric's shorts. The mouse wriggled again and blushed fiercely under his fur now. This guy was crazy! He batted the paw away, but the wolf stopped him with a grin that seemed colder now, somehow.

Eric's zipper was pulled down to its base and his jeans opened enough to show a firm, furry sheath nestled prominently against his belly and crotch. Already a small amount of pinkness was showing at its entrance despite the mouse's desperate wishes not to be seen in that state. His would-be companion slipped onto his knees on the ground and leaned over the newly exposed groin, sparing a glance at the rest of the room before turning his head back and licking his lips. "I don't see anything, boy," he says with a soft chuckle. "Or are these the new transparent briefs?"

Eric whined under his breath. His slim cocktip was beginning to poke out of his sheath, betraying him. His breathing quickened as he tried to think of some way out of this. Was getting kicked out really so bad, now? His thoughts were soon interrupted by a warm squeeze along his sheath, the lupine paw stroking up towards the exposed flesh and giving that a light touch as well before he leaned forward, muzzle parting as a broad tongue licked over the tip of Eric's maleness. The mouse shivered at the sensations running through his body, judgement starting to slip in favor of the desires of the flesh.

Eric still glanced about the room, but aside from the occasional curious or amused glance nobody was paying any real heed to the couple off in the shadows. The wolf sensed a slight relaxing of the bunched muscles in his prey, giving his captive cocktip another kiss and letting his muzzle slip over it softly, bathing it in the warm wetness of his mouth. Eric arched his back at this, but staved off a moan for fear of the rest of the bar. He tried to concentrate just on his unusual new lover, watching the lupine head and panting quietly as the wolf's broad, skilled tongue lapped over the sensitive tip repeatedly. Moments later, the head pressed forward and began to engulf the now fully erect mousecock, swallowing once to take in the pre offered to this point as he got a better taste of Eric's flesh.

Hesitant at first but growing bolder with each moment, Eric leaned down and stroked through the gaunt wolf's headfur. His furry hips rocked slowly to nestle his masculinity more firmly in the offered muzzle, moaning quietly with intense pleasure as he gave himself over to the wonderful sucking, his head tilted up with eyes tightly shut. "Oh... Oh, gods..." he whined a little louder, spreading his thighs slowly.

The wolf never stopped nor skipped a beat, his paw moving down to fondle Eric's full sac as he started to bob over the length of the mouse's flesh. He teased the underside with a mildly rough tongue and caressed with velvety lips, the heat of his muzzle mixing in with the coolness of open air against saliva each time the wolf pulled back. He growled softly, sending vibrations up through the teen's rigid pole and eliciting a heated gasp from above.

Eric could feel himself getting close, and as he gripped the wolf's shoulders the tenseness in his muscles was evident. Rolling the heavy balls around in his paw, the wolf bobbed his head more quickly and shut his eyes, suckling the throbbing flesh and awaiting his reward. It took only a moment before the mouse's cocktip swelled up and offered its seed to the kneeling fur, the eruption disappearing down his throat nearly as fast as it is offered to him. Eric's whole body arched as his mind plunged into the orgasm, every muscle fiber in his body taut with the rapture his pole offered once freed. The bar disappeared for a few brief moments, replaced with only the wolf and himself in a flash of ecstasy.

Several moments later, Eric was brought back to reality. It wasn't so much the piercing pleasure he was still experiencing; no, that was still quite prominent. Nor did the seemingly kind wolf appear any less pleasant or willing. He had opened an eye and as he gasped his last great moment of pleasure before he noticed that almost everyone in the bar... was looking at him... and the wolf attached to his groin... Dull disbelief was dispelled by the remembrance of a final and rather loud cry of pleasure as he had emptied himself into the wolf.

Said wolf stood up slowly and licked his lips, straightening out his jacket and giving Eric's thigh a slow stroke. He glanced back at the rest of the bar's patrons, the majority of whom tittered or just smiled and went about their business again. Bruno the bouncer seemed to be one of those who held his gaze on the pair a moment longer.

Eric smiled upward and finally extended his paw, a gesture that somehow seemed out of place at the moment. "I'm Eric," he said quietly, relaxing more easily against his chair.

The wolf grinned and took the paw, shaking and squeezing it briefly. "Todd," he said simply.

Eric found a little more boldness as well as some humor in the situation, finally. After the initial embarrassment of having everyone look at him, the bar didn't quite seem so dark or threatening. "Do you always meet new people that way?" he said with a soft chuckle.

"Just the cute ones," came Todd's winking reply.


It was another hour before Eric was actually able to leave, but he hardly minded the second half of his so-called imprisonment. Todd showed him around the place and introduced him to some of the regulars. The mouse got an education in latex clothing and while he may or may not have been a fan of that particular fetish, the furs that wore them seemed like everyday folk. Soon his time was up, and Eric gave the wolf a friendly hug and a promise to stop by again someday before he headed for the door. On his way out, Bruno gave Eric another squeeze on the shoulder and a wide grin, and for a moment he felt that creepiness again. But he was out the door a second later and found only one or two of his friends waiting for him at this hour. He'd had some time to think about what he'd say to the stragglers.

"Well, how was it?" The remaining two were freshmen, a collie and a lion. Clearly, their time was coming as well and they were trying to steel themselves for it. Eric just grinned and thought about the exhilarating and somewhat confusing experience he'd just had. Since he was officially off the hook now, though... The tale that actually got told was one that belonged in a hardcore sadomasochism flick, and it served its purpose well; the two freshmen looked more paranoid than ever as they skulked home, contemplating their dreadful fates.

And to think that Eric was actually looking forward to returning to such an awful place! He glanced back at the sign and smiled quietly to himself, shuffling home to hone his tale of woe for the rest of his friends tomorrow.