The club scene is buzzing tonight, feathers and fur are standing on end with excitement. Clara and Penny, A paired up hen couple, are on the hunt. They’ve been swingers since their college days, and now in their late thirties.
Clara’s feathers are a deep russet color, and she’s wearing a tight leather corset that shows off her curvy figure, her eyes scan the crowd for potential partners to play with. Penny is a hen with gold colored feathers, soft downy feathers and a playful demeanor with every step she takes. She’s wearing a sheer blouse that leaves little to the imagination and has others staring, her tail feathers are swaying provocatively with every step.
The clubs music is loud, but both penny and clara can hear the low rumbles of conversation going on around them in the building. Furries, scalies and all kinds are here, There’s a wolf who catches Clara’s eye, his fur different shades of grays and browns, and he’s looking right back at her. When their eyes met she gave him a sly little wink, and he nods in return as if the both of them were coming to a silent understanding, a knowing smile playing on his muzzle.
Penny leans in close to Clara, she was speaking quietly enough just for clara to hear. “See that tiger over there?” she whispers, nodding in the direction of a tall male, orange, white and black striped tiger. “He’s been eying us up for the past ten minutes. I think he’s interested.”
both hens watch as the tiger approaches, his movements smooth and confident, with broad shoulders and a muscular frame that’s evident even hidden under the thick fur and clothes he’s wearing. His name is Marcus, and he’s been in the club scene for years.
“Evening, ladies,” he rumbles, his voice deep and resonant, almost like something that can be felt physically. “You two look like you’re having fun over here.”
Penny’s tail feathers give an excited fluff and flutter. “We are. Looking for someone to join us, actually.”
Marcus’s eyes gleam with interest. “Is that so? I might be able to help with that.”
The three move to a quieter corner of the club, away from the sounds of the thumping bass in the main area. Clara takes the lead, her hands roaming over Marcus’s chest over his clothes, feeling the firm muscles even through what he was wearing. Penny isn’t a shy hen either, her fingers tracing patterns over his thighs.
“I like a hen who knows what she wants,” Marcus growls, his hand moving down and slipping under Clara’s skirt to cup her feathered ass. “Tell me, what do you like?”
Clara moans softly and gives a little playful smirk. “I like being taken. Hard.”
Penny then adds her own request, her voice breathy with desire watching her mate being touched like that. “And I like watching. Especially when my mate is having so much fun.”
Marcus grins, a playful curve of his lips. “Well then, let’s get this party started ladies.”
The three of you slip into a more private room, where the real fun begins. Marcus wastes no time with pleasantries or talking, moving Clara down onto her knees and unzipping his pants zipper and moving his boxers. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and Clara doesn’t hesitate to take him into her beak. She works her magic, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucks eagerly.
Penny watches, her hand slipping into her own pants and panties to touch herself to what she’s seeing. She’s getting off on the sight of her mate pleasuring another, and the knowledge that she’ll be next.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Marcus grunts, his hips thrusting gently with each pass through her beakhole. “Taking my cock so well.”
Clara continues to suck on his length, her beak glistening a little
Penny can’t take it anymore. She’s so wet, so ready.
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