Hey guys, it's that time again. The mini-story about Dash and twink Stripes doing it at the rave is now up, and here are your new choices for this week! Once again, the one getting the most votes will get a mini-story, the runner-up will be featured in the next voting block, and the last will go back in the mix until it's pulled up again.

1 - (WINNAR) Stripes seduces straight Dra into gay sin - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4517302/
2 - (RUNNER-UP) Razak gets teamed up on by firefighter Stripes and Mark: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4440153/
3 - The backstory of how Spazz became such a fucking slut: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4467166/

There you go, good voting! Also, if you have suggestions about a picture in my gallery that you'd like to be included in the next voting block, tell me!

You can go check out the rave mini-story here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2978245/

Or read it right down here!

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I just wanted to have fun, you know. I hadn't brought any friends with me. I had pre-drinked myself to a nice little starting buzz and stuffed bills in my pockets so I could serve myself whatever drink had the best alcohol grade/price ratio at the bar. I had grabbed a few glowsticks off a specialized shop. Tonight, all I wanted to do is get drunk and dance until the sun came out. I had turned off my phone, not planned anything for the next day, all I had in mind was enjoying my first rave in a few months. It was summer now. I didn't even need coat check anymore. I wanted to see strangers, smell them, feel that they were there for the same reason as me.

My eyes had ceased to be affected by the aggressively-flashing lights. My glowsticks were nicely fastened and I had downed my third shot of cheap whiskey. And I was dancing. I didn't need to care about looking for anyone, or about the time, all I needed to think about was how good the music was, and the feeling of a bead of sweat rolling down my muzzle, getting whipped off in the crowd as I turned my head around on a stronger musical cue.

Dash, who I didn't know the name of then, suddenly pressed to my back, and I pressed back. I didn't see him, but I could feel the six-pack and large bulge. I was drunk, I was happy, and I was being hit on. I could roll with it. I felt his breath on my neck and his fingertips slipping into the front of my shorts and I let him do, caressing along his muscular arms, letting him fondle my package as we grinded together to the booming music. I felt a distinctively long tongue caress my ear as his fingers closed around my hardening cock, and I let him drag me out of the floor and into the dim-lit, sleazy-looking restroom.

By that time I had finally managed to turn around and see what the stranger looked like, and boy, did he satisfy. Handsome-looking grey-furred bat with a killer body and a cocky expression that said "I fucked another boy like you yesterday and I'll fuck yet another tomorrow, but you don't care". And I didn't care. We hotly made out against the wall where he was holding me, his package grinding against my own. I expected him to tell me we were going to his place, or at least to get me to a closed stall, but instead he backed between two urinals and unstrapped his pants, making his heavy cock flop out in full public. He kept his eyes into mine, and, obviously having pinned me down as submissive, said two words I had a lot of trouble ever saying no to. "Suck it."

Like I said, I was buzzed and I didn't care. He was hot, hung and he had a six-pack you could play xylophone on. I dropped to my knees and sucked him off, paws holding his hips, hearing people coming and going behind me as he drove my striped muzzle up and down his rock hard, veined, turgid cock. My tail swayed behind me as I looked up his athletic body, my mouth filled with dick, chin pressed to his musky ballsack, right until he let off a loud moan and blasted his thick seed in my mouth, which I swallowed without needing to be told.

The whole sex-in-bathroom-with-a-stranger kinda sobered me up, but I didn't even feel bad about what had just happened. If Dash had been ugly, fat or republican, maybe I would have felt ashamed, but then I just felt like having more. He told me to clean myself up, get another drink on him and join him outside. And we're dating now. Huh. Apparently, these things happen.