Hairo adjusted his glasses as he clocked in behind the bar at BarroIn, the neon lights pulsing over a crowd of anthro patrons in the heart of the city. The owl's average build fit right into the mix of feathers and fur, his small beak twitching with nerves and excitement on his first night. Sheila, the thicc eagle owner with her American flag bikini barely containing her tits, slammed a beer on the counter and grinned. "New blood, huh? Don't let these boys eat you alive, Hairo—though you'd probably enjoy it."
Parker the flamboyant squirrel sauntered over, thick thighs flexing in his tiny shorts, already twerking to the beat. "Ooh, glasses on an owl? Adorable. Bet you're a switch who talks big but melts when someone grabs that average build." Hairo smirked back, witty as ever. "Says the bottom with thighs that could crush a beer can. Flamboyant much, or is that just your way of advertising the goods?" Their banter sparked as Parker leaned in, whispering about the back room where the real stripping happened.
Tension built fast; Hairo felt his cock harden under his uniform as Parker brushed a fluffy tail against his leg. "Horny already, newbie? Let's see if that beak can handle more than small talk," Parker teased, pulling him into a dim corner. Hairo shot back, "Only if your ass can back up all that twerking hype, squirrel." Sweating under the club's heat, they stripped fast—Parker's feminine frame pressing close, his own cock dripping with anticipation.
The explicit payoff hit hard: Hairo dropped to his knees for a sloppy blowjob, tongue working Parker's throbbing length while the squirrel moaned and gripped his feathers. "Fuck, that beak's better than I thought—deeper, switch boy!" Parker panted, but Hairo flipped him, bending the bottom over and thrusting his hard cock into that tight ass. They fucked relentlessly, Hairo pounding deep as Parker twerked back, cum dripping down thighs, both sweating and panting in rhythm. "Your pussy-tight hole's gripping me like it wants to keep me here," Hairo grunted wittily, making Parker laugh mid-moan.
Gabriel the shy red T-Rex peeked from the shadows, big ass shifting nervously, but the pair ignored him for now. Hairo came first with a groan, filling Parker who followed with ropes of cum across the floor. They collapsed panting, the owl's glasses fogged. "Not bad for night one," Parker quipped. "But the club's got more tails to chase."
Hairo straightened his feathers, already eyeing the next shift's possibilities.
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