You can't resist him any longer!

From Create Your Own Story

You howl out in pleasure as your orgasm reaches its peak. Your ass clenches tightly around the monstrous, damp cock plowing you from behind, milking him desperately for more. Your barbed cock throbs several times before you climax, spurting cum and painting the bottles beneath the table with white strings.

The wolf pounding you from behind seems to catch on to what's happening, and he grabs an empty glass before lowering it to rest beneath your pulsating shaft, filling it partially with your abundant squirts of cum. As your climax reaches its end, the wolf lifts the glass and slams it on the table before the crowd. You can hear the rumble in his chest in between the thrusts, and you think he's laughing. His deep voice rips through the crowd, punctuated slightly with each thrust. "That one's on the house."

You have no idea how long he fucks you. At some point, you pretty much pass out, bent over the bar with your muzzle buried in your own paws for support. When he does finish, he mercifully doesn't knot you, but he does cum in enough violent and virile quantity to leave his seed dripping down your thighs for hours to come. You sit down on the floor behind the bar for some time, trying to regain enough strength to walk. When you do, you slip out of the crowd and take a stall in the bathroom for some privacy. You sit down, trying to wrap your head around the events of the night.

You've lost some of your clothes. Someone took your staff "Cinderblock Bar" t-shirt, and it looks like you left your briefs on the floor of the bar somewhere. You managed to snag an old, worn sweatshirt to cover yourself, and you still have your old jeans to fall back on. You're positively soaked in the scent of sex and male musk, and streaks of cum still run all the way down your thighs, back, and ass.

Looks like you had a pretty productive first day of work.

END

Furry Status
Health	73	Equipment: Phone, Keys, Sweatshirt'
Gender	Male
Species	Lion