Neon Club - Spring Party #21 FIN

Rigur walks calmly through the NeonClub, carrying Barry in his arms like a husband would carry his wife. The scene does not go unnoticed. Several customers, entering, freeze when they see the spectacle. Some exchange amused smiles, others whisper among themselves, intrigued. For the regulars, seeing the usually imposing head of security resting vulnerably against the broad chest of the anthropomorphic rabbit is completely unexpected. However, some find the scene touching, almost endearing.

Barry is torn between a deep feeling of embarrassment and a strange comfort. His usual role as an authority figure is completely erased, replaced by a situation he would never have imagined. But in Rigur's warm and reassuring embrace, a part of him allows himself to let his guard down.

As they approach the exit, the coolness of the night that awaits them is not what worries Barry. No, what haunts him is the possibility of being recognized, of this humiliating image being etched into the mind of someone he regularly encounters.

His stomach, still tense and swollen, is an unpleasant reminder of the source of his embarrassment. Each movement Rigur makes slightly agitate his abdomen, causing a slow but noticeable flow of liquid that spills onto the ground and sometimes onto the rabbit's fur. Rigur, however, remains impassive, his calm smile and his focused gaze reflecting a quiet, almost proud satisfaction.

Barry can't ignore what's happening. The persistent sensation of this warm liquid flowing out of him, the idea that they're walking through the club without any clothes on, all this causes a wave of redness to cross his face. He looks away, hoping that no one will meet his gaze directly. His dark complexion nevertheless betrays a rosy tint, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration that doesn't go unnoticed.

As they finally approach the exit, the nighttime chill slowly seeps into the NeonClub’s entrance. The contrast between the benevolent warmth of Rigur’s fur and the cool air on his bare skin accentuates Barry’s inner worry, generating a visible tension in his shoulders despite his exhaustion.

As the door gently closes behind them, the NeonClub becomes a memory. The darkness and silence of the night envelop them. Little by little, Barry gives in to fatigue, his eyelids closing in Rigur’s embrace. Calm replaces agitation, marking a definitive transition to what awaits them outside.

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This is the end of this series of images, but don’t worry, Barry and Rigur will be back! A huge thank you to all of you for your support, which makes all this possible. I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed creating it. Your enthusiasm and loyalty are my greatest motivation. See you soon for new adventures! ;)

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