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It was another day at the "Risen Tail" strip club where Mick, a loving human shapeshifter husband, works his second job to support his family as his secret alter ego. his wife doesn't know about this side hustle of his, nor his shapeshifting power. His wife, despite being a high maintenance girl, is a kind-hearted woman. she is very loving, and a bit naive. She's not too bright, and often acts like a ditz. But she's sweet, and that's what makes Mick love her. Mick learned her behaviour and personality and adapt it into his alter ego persona, a 7'5" muscular herm tiger furry with massive breasts and an impressive cock. The ladies and the gay patrons love his sexy, feminine, ditzy persona as much as his ripped, muscular form. And his wife's behaviour is perfect to use to create his stripper persona.

As Mick prepared himself in the backstage, his heart races with excitement. The pulsating music and the scent of arousal fill the air, setting the stage for him. Mick then struts onto the stage as the crowd roars with anticipation. He is dressed in skimpy lingerie that barely covers his voluptuous curves and substantial assets. Studded bands wrap around his muscular thighs and biceps, and a collar decorated with a titanium "hermaphrodite" logo sits around his neck. The stripper's long, luscious hair flows over his broad shoulders, and his piercing green eyes glint in the dim light. Mick's powerful, masculine form moves sensuously as he begins his dance, swaying his hips and thrusting his pelvis in time with the music. He runs his hands over his body, teasingly touching himself as the audience watches, enraptured.

As the stripper's act progresses, he becomes more and more sexually charged, his arousal evident in his flushed cheeks and erect nipples. He makes eye contact with a man sitting close to the stage, his gaze filled with raw lust. "Hey there, gorgeous~" Mick growls, his voice dripping with seduction. "You like what you see?" He runs his hands along his curvaceous body, teasingly tracing the outlines of his breasts and hips. He moves his hips in a sensual rhythm, his tail swaying in perfect sync. Every flick of his tail and twist of his body is full of seductive intent. Mick's body glistens with sweat as he prowls the stage, his feline grace captivating the audience.

An hour and a half has passed, the tigress waved to the audience as he exits the stage. His routine went well. The audience loved his sexy dance and his big tits. But sadly, his wife would probably hate him if she knows he's like this. especially with the newborn baby they got, but hey, this is all for her! After the tigress freshens himself u, his manager came in. "You know, Mick, I've always had a thing for tigers.." Isabella joked as Mick rolled his eyes. "Isabella, you do know I'm a married man right?" Mick responds. Isabella scoffed. "C'mon, you know I'm just teasing. anyway, Cathy is off the shift for tonight, family matters, maybe you can back her up as waitress? If you're lucky, some customers may even pay you a bit extra." she winked.

"Alright, sure." Mick sighed. "But if any of them gets a bit handsy, I demand extra from the club" Mick then walked out of the dressing room and into the main hall of the strip club.

****

As the night progressed, the club began to bustle with activity. People from all walks of life crowded the room, Humans and beastmen of all shapes, colors, sizes, and genders. Are all here to see the dancers on stage. Some came for the drinks, some for the entertainment, but most were here for the dancers. The line outside the club grew as more and more patrons clamored to get in. The atmosphere was electric, the air heavy with lust and excitement.

A sleek black car pulled up, it is a bit of a fancy car, catching the attention of some passersby. "Alright, we're here!" said Marcus, a human banker who's still stuck in his fraternity days. he always came to the place right after his workout at the gym, and the guys with him were his gym friends. among his pack of friends is a Dalmatian guy named Bryce, who is new in town. "Wow, this is the place?!" the Dalmatian gasped. "This club looks pretty damn expensive!" Bryce commented.

"C'mon man, relax! Let's just enjoy our night off." said Damian, a rugged wolf with a tattoo on his left arm. "We got a ton of money to burn! Let's get ourselves some ladies and drinks!" Marcus smiled. These men whooped and hollered as they let the doors swung open, a group of rowdy frat guys laughing and cheering, their testosterone-fueled energy almost palpable. They were loud and crude, often making vulgar jokes to each other and to anyone around them. most of them are dressed only in tight tank tops and shorts combo. showing off their pumped muscles and manliness to the public as they were here right after their last gym visit.

Marcus is quite big for a human standing at 6', his short brown hair and clean-shaven face giving him a boyish look. Despite his babyface, he is quite strong and well-built. A stark contrast to Damien, a 7' 8" Wolf. He has a rugged look, with his fur looking a bit unkempt, his tank top is a bit torn, and his face is scruffy. He has a strong jawline, and his fur is a dark gray color. Bryce, the biggest of them all, standing 8' tall was the embodiment of the quintessential gymbro. he spends countless hours sculpting his chiseled physique at the gym. always wanting to show off his body and how strong he is. These men's bodies glistened under the streetlights, their confident stride exuding an air of dominance. With his green eyes glinting mischievously, Bryce cracked his knuckles and adjusted his backward cap, ready to indulge in a night of debauchery.

These men were the epitome of machismo, their brash and rowdy nature causing quite a stir as they cut through the line. The bouncer, an orc, was quick to intercept them. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but I'm gonna need to see some ID," the bouncer said, trying his best to maintain his composure. Marcus scoffed and rolled his eyes, pulling out his wallet and showing his license. he's part of a VIP membership. The orc nodded and stepped aside, allowing the men access to the club. Marcus smirked, knowing that he and his friends were the top dogs in this establishment.

Entering the main hall, Bryce's gaze swept across the sea of bodies. A wicked grin played on his lips as he took in the sights and sounds of the club. Loud music blared, and colorful lights flashed. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and arousal. Groups of people crowded the dance floor, moving to the beat of the music. Scantily clad waitresses weaved through the crowd, carrying trays of drinks and snacks. "Holy shit." the Dalmatian exclaimed. as he saw a guy casually making out with an elephant that's bigger and taller than he is, while her trunk is rubbing against his balls. on the other side of the table was a centaur taking a blowjob from a hot wolf bitch. "Hey, bro. I think you might wanna check this out." Marcus pointed, showing Bryce the tigress that just walked off the bar, heading to serve a clientele. "Wow. Ain't she one hell of a lady.." Bryce murmured under his breath as his dick twitches with delight. "that's Mick, one of the best dancer of this establishment." Marcus smiled. "Let's sit down at a table, I'll order us the drinks." the group then took their seats, with Bryce clearly being interested in the tigress stripper.

****

As Mick made his way out of the dressing room, he immediately began taking orders from patrons and their requests. "Thank you sir" Mick purred seductively at one of the guests, pocketing the extra bill the man shoved up his cleavage. then, a couple of guys who just saw his performance that sat on the other side of the table greeted him. and then another one, until the crowd met with him their applause. He waved as he made his way around the floor. "Hello everyone! Thanks for the great turnout, tonight! We've got some new dances ready to go, so keep an eye out!" he smiled, earning cheers from the men as he blew kisses. A couple of guys even flashed their phones, taking selfies with him.

Mick then caught the group of frats sitting on the opposite side, especially the dalmatian, his sharp gaze eyeing him up and down, curious yet impressed. He found him very intriguing, his tall, muscular physique and his tight tank top gave him this handsome yet sexy feel. So Mick decided that maybe a little banter would be nice.

"Oh hello~" Mick smiled at the dalmatian. "You must be new here, I never saw you before, cutie~" Mick said with a coy smile, batting his long eyelashes. Bryce is taken aback by Mick's flirtatious attitude, but he likes it. "O-oh yeah, I'm Bryce. Nice to meet ya, cutie" the dalmatian grinned, winking.

"Bryce, huh? That's a nice name! Well, I hope you're enjoying yourself, cutie, is there anything I could help you guys with something? Have you ordered any drinks?" the tigress asked, his tone soft and sweet. He had this feminine charm to him, with his soft-spoken voice and his kind demeanor. Bryce found it alluring, and it made him want to tease the tiger more.

"Hmmm..." Bryce said, feigning a look of deep thought. He smirked, leaning forward. "Maybe we could start off with a drink, but after that, you could show me a little something." he grinned. Bryce's friends were laughing and jeering, enjoying the spectacle. Bryce, on the other hand, was very serious about his offer. Mick knew he had to turn him down, his heart belongs to his wife, but then, a devious idea came to him.

"I'd love to, but unfortunately, the only thing I could do is this.." Mick giggled. he leaned down to Bryce, his face close to the dalmatian's. His eyes half-lidded, and his lips parted. He was so close, his hot breath fanning against Bryce's lips. His eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. Bryce couldn't help but lick his lips, his body trembling with excitement. Then, in an instant, Mick pulled away. "A kiss on the cheek is the most I can do. sorry, sweetheart~" Mick teased.

The dalmatian's friends cheered, while Bryce looked stunned. Marcus and Damian laughed, slapping him on the back and teasing him. "That's one bold move, man. I didn't expect you to actually go for it." Damian grinned. "Shut up." Bryce retorted. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his ears drooping. But deep down, he felt aroused. Mick's seductive attitude was intoxicating, and Bryce's cock was straining against his pants.

Mick giggled "Sorry, it's the rules. if you wanna get something more, I suggest you go and talk to the manager." Mick smiled. "And maybe after that, we can do a bit of...private fun." he whispered in the Dalmatian's ear. he gave Bryce's crotch a small grope, teasing him further. His cock is quite massive, bigger than Mick's. The tiger is quite surprised that a dalmatian is hung like this. when hard, Mick's tiger-form's cock could reach in between his breasts, roughly 2 and a half feet in length. but this dog's cock, it's probably at least 3 feet when hard, and quite thick too, it sends a shiver down Mick's spine. a thought flashed withing his mind, wondering how would it feel inside of him.

"wait.. this is wrong" mick thought to himself inside his head, snapping him out of his perverted fantasy. "I'm not gay.. i have a family, a wife.." he repeated to himself. he quickly snapped back to his senses and left, before attempting to go to take another table's order. "Oh well, the offer is still on the table." Mick said, his voice sweet and innocent. Marcus is now curious, as this is the first time he saw Mick flirting with a customer. the tiger's always been straight-forward with his service, never really indulging in any sexual activities. "Wait, are you serious?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow. Mick shrugged. "Well, that's if you're willing to pay extra, of course~" he smiled, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

Marcus laughed, throwing his head back. "Hah, what a slut! You really are a whore, aren't you? C'mon, Bryce, let's see if you can score with this tiger!" Marcus grinned, clapping the dalmatian on the back.

Bryce gulped, his face heating up. "I gotta be honest bro, I don't have enough money to afford such...services" the Dalmatian blushed. he's kinda disappointed.

"Aw, what a shame, I guess I'll have to save the special services for someone else.." Mick pouted, his tail swaying from side to side. "Maybe next time, cutie." he winked, blowing a kiss.

Bryce groaned, his cock aching. His eyes fixated on the tigress's curvy form, his hips swaying as he walked away. He couldn't get the image of the tiger's seductive expression out of his head, nor could he stop thinking about what he would've done if they were alone.

"I've gotta find a way to get with her." Marcus blurted out. "I always wanted to bang the tiger, but they always said I couldn't." he groaned. "wait.. you tried before?" Bryce asked, his curiosity is piqued.

"Yeah, I tried to, but they refused me." Marcus sighed, shaking his head. "Man, the tiger has some standards, eh?"

"Heh, maybe you ain't got what it takes, bro," Damien smirked.

"Maybe there's a change in policy." Bryce offered, shrugging.

"Well, we'll see about that later"

"Damn bro, I didn't knew you're this down bad to fuck a chick with dick" Damien snorted. "I mean, I'd do it, but you're pretty straight. And that tiger has a pretty big dick." the wolf added.

"Hey, don't judge. We all have our kinks, and I'm not picky," Marcus shrugged.

"Yeah, especially with a body like hers, she's perfect," Bryce commented, licking his lips.

"Damn bro, you really are thirsty," Damien laughed.

"C'mon man, I've been pent up for weeks. Can't blame me for wanting some relief." the dalmatian defended. "especially with having a long distance relationship with my gf. we haven't seen each other in a while, and I haven't even had the chance to fuck her."

"How long is 'a while'?"

"A few months."

"Damn, that's rough."

"It's okay, we can always chat and stuff," Bryce said, shrugging.

"Dude, you're whipped. You're not even fucking her, but you're still loyal. I respect that."

"Thanks, bro."

"Hey, I just thought of something," Marcus started. "Since Mick's gonna be off-limits, why don't we look around the place and see if there's anyone else that could entertain us for the night? We'll have our pick of the litter, and there's no need to pay extra." he suggested, grinning mischievously.

"Now that's a great idea," Damien nodded, smirking.

"I don't know man, after I seen something like that, I don't think I'll be able to enjoy any other chicks here." Bryce shrugged, but deep down, he is interested.

"Well, if you change your mind, just let me know," Marcus said.

"Alright, will do."

****

Meanwhile, Mick is talking to a few guests, his smile bright and friendly. His tail swayed behind him, his eyes sparkling. He's always had a knack for making people feel welcome, and the guests adored him for it. As he was chatting with a group of women, he noticed the frat boys wandering around. Marcus, the human, is trying his best to flirt with the dancers. He's quite smooth, and his charm works, sometimes. Bryce, the Dalmatian, is just chatting with a few people, his charming demeanor earning him a few girls' attention. Damien, the Wolf, is a bit more direct, and his brash and confident demeanor seems to have won him a few people's attention.

Mick noticed that a lot of the dancers seemed to be attracted to the trio, and many were vying for their attention. Some were even giving them freebies, like a dance or a lap dance. The men were all over the place, their testosterone-fueled energy filling the air.

As Mick finished talking to a few people, he decided that it was time for him to have a break, he returned backstage, into his personal room. "Whew, those guys are quite the characters, huh.." the tigress muttered, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead.

Then, his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up. It was a message from his wife, Sarah.

<Hey hun, how are you?>

<I'm good, how about you? is the baby doing alright?>

<Yes, he's been behaving very well, and he's been a huge help.>

<aw, I wish I was there with you and him, maybe next time>

<Aw, don't worry. we'll have plenty of time to spend together, hun>

<yeah, I just wished the work hours could be more flexible, or the pay a bit higher>

<You could ask for a raise, you know>

<nah, I'll be fine, thanks anyway, hun>

<Well, if you say so. Just make sure you don't work yourself too hard, okay?>

<of course, hun. I'll be back before you know it.>

Mick closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He knew he had to do what's necessary to keep his family afloat, but sometimes he wondered if the sacrifice was worth it. He's working two jobs, and he barely has any time for his family. He knows he should be grateful, but sometimes he wonders if he could be doing something better.

"Maybe I could just work as a cashier, or a waiter in a restaurant or something..." the tigress murmured. "No, no. I need the extra money." Mick sighed. "Besides, it's not like my second job is illegal, it's just a little..different." Mick assured himself. The money earned from his stripper work is much more than what a regular office or retail worker would make.

But then, another thought came to his mind. a thought that he didn't want to have, but it's slowly taking hold. his eyes drifted towards his crotch, which is twitching slightly. a feeling of arousal started to bubble in between his legs.

"Ugh, not again..." Mick groaned, covering his face with his hands. "What am I, a damn teenager?" Mick cursed under his breath.

He couldn't deny it, he was getting aroused. The sight of the dalmatian, the smell of his scent, his muscular build. Everything about him made the tigress feel things.

"Okay, Mick. just get your mind off it, it'll go away. just think about something else." Mick assured himself. he closed his eyes and began thinking of things that would turn him off. but it's not working, his mind is too occupied by the thought of Bryce. his dick is slowly getting harder and harder, his shaft rubbing against the tight fabric of his lingerie. This happens everytime when a shapeshifter uses their powers. whenever a shifter takes a certain shape, they also gain the physical traits of that shape, their brain will slowly be consumed by their instincts, and their bodies will slowly take control. and for Mick, it means uncontrollable arousal and an increased libido, as he takes a form of a hypersexualized, femme and busty tiger.

"Shit.. this is not good.." Mick muttered, his cheeks flushing. His mind is filled with the images of the dalmatian's muscles, his strong arms and broad shoulders. He imagined what it would feel like to be held in those arms, to be pinned down and dominated by the canine. The side effect of having a huge, watermelon-sized balls is starting to kick in. Testosterone is flowing through his veins, increasing his sex drive and libido. What's even worse for him is that he also has a lady part down there, came in full set of ovaries and a womb. They add another hormone in the mix, estrogen, further fueling his lust.

"I can't do this, I can't..I gotta find a way to get this out of my system." Mick gasped, his heart pounding. He needed a way to release all of the sexual tension that was building up inside of him. He knew he couldn't hold out for much longer.

He locked the door, and stripped off his lingerie. his massive dick and balls springing free, his pussy leaking, and precum oozes onto the floor below. Mick's eyes were fixed on the mirror in front of him. his reflection staring back at him with a mix of confusion and arousal. His masculine features clashed with his feminine allure, highlighting the complex duality of his identity. As he ran a hand through his long, luscious hair, Mick's mind drifted to his family waiting at home, unaware of his secret life as a stripper. Thoughts of his loving wife and their newborn baby tugged at his heartstrings, reminding him of the sacrifices he made to provide for them. He tried to push away the conflicting emotions that swirled within him, the desire for acceptance warring with the thrill of being desired.

A soft sigh escaped Mick's lips as he grappled with his inner turmoil, his gaze locked on his reflection. Despite his staunch belief in his heterosexuality, the attention and flirtation from the frat guys stirred something primal within him. The conflicting desires to please his family and indulge in the forbidden pleasures of the club battled for dominance in his mind, leaving him torn between duty and desire.

Lost in his thoughts, Mick traced the outline of his curvaceous body in the mirror, the image before him a stark contrast to the man he portrayed in his everyday life. The internal struggle raged on, his heart heavy with the weight of his conflicting emotions. And as he stood alone in his personal room, bathed in the faint glow of the vanity lights, Mick grappled with the realization that perhaps the line between fantasy and reality was blurrier than he had ever imagined.

"I just... need to get this out of my system, that's all.." the tigress whispered.

His cock is fully erect now, his mind filled with thoughts of the dalmatian. How he wants the canine to pin him down and take him, to ravage him and use him as a mere sex toy.

"That's all..." Mick whimpered, his cock throbbing.

With his hand wrapped around his shaft, Mick began to stroke himself, his body quivering with desire. A low moan escaped his lips as he bucked his hips, thrusting his pelvis into the air. His breathing became ragged, his chest heaving as his pace quickened.

The sound of his own panting and the slick, wet sounds of his cock sliding through his fingers echoed in the small room, fueling his arousal. not only that, the musk coming out from his body, the pheromones and the sweat and the pre cum is filling the air, sending him to a heightened state of arousal.

"B-Bryce.." Mick moaned, his mind fixated on the Dalmatian.

He closed his eyes, losing himself in the pleasure. The mental image of the muscular canine towering over him, his cock hard and ready, dominated his thoughts.

"Please.." Mick whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. He reaches around to his pussy, spreading the lips. and then, a single finger penetrated his sopping wet slit. his walls clenching around his finger, a shiver running down his spine. "Oh god..." Mick gasped, his toes curling. He rarely paid any attention to this additional sex organ, as it didn't really served any purpose, aside from teasing the crowd and earning more tips.

But now, Mick found himself wanting to explore his femininity, his curiosity growing with each passing second. The image of Bryce's powerful hands gripping his hips and his thick, hard cock filling him was almost too much for the tiger to bear.

"Yes...fuck me.." Mick gasped, his mind racing with erotic fantasies.

He thrust his finger deeper, slowly adding another digit while stroking faster until finally three joined together while his thumb rubbed against his swollen clit. A jolt of pleasure shot through his body, his tail quivering with delight. The tigress's moans grew louder, his mind clouded by lust and desire. His body trembled as the heat between his legs grew unbearable, his fingers moving faster and faster.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god.." Mick chanted, his heart pounding.

As he felt his climax approaching, his mind raced with the mental image of the muscular dalmatian fucking him. His imagination took over, filling his mind with the erotic images. He moved the hand he used to stroke his massive dick to one of his breasts, cupped its ample size beneath her silky furred breasts and imagined the canine's strong hands groping his body, his fingers digging into his flesh.

"Yes...yes, Bryce...give it to me..." Mick whimpered, his voice desperate.

"Give me that fat dog cock, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!" Mick yelled.

As his climax approached, his mind was filled with the erotic images. The mental image of the canine's hard, muscular body and the feeling of his thick, heavy cock ramming into him pushed him over the edge.

"OH GOD, BRYCE!!!" Mick screamed, his body writhing in ecstasy.

"Cumming!! Cumming!!! CUMMING!!!" Mick cried, his body quaking with pleasure.

His orgasm tore through his body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His cock erupted, spurt after spurt of thick, creamy seed splattering against the mirror in front of him, painting the glass with white. His watermelon sized testicles emptied their contents onto the floor, the sheer amount of cum enough to fill a bucket or two. His body spasmed, his mind blanking from the intense pleasure. His pussy his pussy squirted a thick stream of nectar, the clear fluid pooling on the floor beneath him.

Mick slumped forward, his head resting against the cool surface of the mirror. He gasped for air, his body covered in sweat, his heart pounding and his chest heaving. The mental image of the Dalmatian lingered in his mind, the erotic fantasy refusing to leave him.

"What have I done..." Mick muttered, his cheeks flushed.

His body trembled as he slowly regained his composure, his heart still pounding. He felt guilty for fantasizing about the canine, his wife is the love of his life, but this experience is something new.

"This is not me..it's just the tiger, that's all.." Mick mumbled.

"I just need to keep myself under control." Mick assured himself.

"It's all a phase, it's the side effect.." Mick continued, trying his best to rationalize. "it'll go away soon."

Then, a knock came from the door. "Hey, are you okay in there?" a female voice called out.

"Isabelle? y-yeah, I'm okay! Just give me a minute!" Mick answered, his voice trembling.

"You don't sound okay, are you sure?" Isabella asked, a hint of concern in her tone.

"Y-yeah.. it's just.. you know.. code white"

"owh... i see... I'll bring you the cleaning supplies" the manager said, understanding the situation.

"thanks, Isabelle. I appreciate it."

"No problem. And next time, keep it down a little, okay?"

"Yes ma'am, sorry.."