The Sekkusu World
In a time where man ruled over nothing was the tip of ignorant bliss. For one, the time of birth lines had seen an unfortunate drought due to overheated family feuds. With humans yet to understand common sense and to build a more civil way of dealing with their problems, they eventually killed themselves off, never to be seen again.
Then He, all of what is almighty and powerful, devised another Plan to keep Earth as it was crafted to be-an inhabitable place to all that steps onto its soil. But there looming memories of what humans wrought onto mother earth were fresh in His mind. So instead of making better humans, He turned to the animals, the wild or domesticated, and began to ponder if these beings yet to develop sapience can do such if given the right body. And thus, it began, Earth no longer had rampant wildlife prowling through forests to dominate territory.
It now had what one would call, furries.
But these were no mere furries. While being what their previous masters and competitive predators used to be, instinct from blood never dies away with just a snap of a finger. The urge can never die away.
Never.
And as time passed, that urge has spawned some rather...unique properties in furrykind...
Money. Gotta get it, but always gotta spend it. That's the way the world spins.
At least Keith thought so.
But what does he know, as he stood behind some dazzling curtains with a cheering crowd waiting on the other side for him. What could he learn with being clothed in nothing but the fur on his hide and a thong to hide away his genitals and back crevice? Well of course, the art only explored by the truly desperate.
The way of the stripper.
Tonight was a big night for him. Friday,the day where men of all sizes come in fresh out of work-or school for those with fake IDs-and roaring to let some bills fly for a show that Keith was only a few from providing. He just had to make sure he knew how to set this up right. If he was positive, no ladies were coming tonight, as this was a guys-only place on Fridays. Sure, it got its hate for being so blatantly sexist but it opened up more opportunities for those of the same gender to experience impressing a crowd of a shared gender.
Or just knowing how to swing your ass around to the right people and waiting for the money to come.
Keith huffed through his nostrils before doing a background check. Tonight, he had to score at least $120 to be able to get his electricity back on and some spare food to get by the next few weeks. It's not a gracious life tearing off his clothes and bending over for bread on the table, but it's gotten him quite far to be honest. This society loves his kind of work.
And he's lucky to be a horse.
The package he had below really sold it to a lot of guys, and it's gotten him quite the repu-Oh, the bell's rung. Time to go razzle-dazzle those wallets as he tells himself. Keith tore those curtains open and took a minute to squint so he could see past that damn spotlight beaming down from above.
The place was packed. There were asses in every chair and some extras standing around at tables whenever there was space. A common theme-most of them had quite the beer gut. But it's expected; half the city's let themselves go in favor of drinking and partying over staying fit and going to the gym. Not like it matters to him. They can be as fat as they so please; long as they tossed him dough to keep him full after a long day.
The music got started-smooth jazz for those interested in a little flashy dancing-and he got to moving. Sauntering his way down the catwalk, he took a quick headcount of what he was dealing with here. Lots of Studs and Breeders tonight, with a little area for the Bitches on the left. Good, this'll be easy then. Keith brought his body against the traditional stripper pole centered on the stage and let his body twirl around it, all the while he perked his butt outwards and his tongue on the metal rod that supported his lean weight.
The crowd was quiet, save for a few rowdy drinkers in the back. This place doubling as a bar should be more wary of fights, but with how people settle things these days that was about as likely to happen as aliens. But the silence was fine.
This was just the warmup, that's for sure.
The horse smirked as he brought himself to a halt, having flipped himself around to have his brown-furred rump against that silver pole. He took the time to bring his hands to his hips as if prepping for a lecture of some kind before his thing went sailing in the crowd as he tore it off. One of the Studs had caught it from what he could see, but that was quickly a thought in the wind as he got busy swinging his cock around. Keith himself was never sure why horse cock really got crotches swelling, but it got him paid.
Facing the left, he gave those Bitches a show of moving his semi-erect shaft in a circle before thrusting forward. He didn't need to look at them all to know they were digging fingers in their pants, probably fingering away at those holes of theirs. Must be quite the frustration having to sit there and be civil while there's so many dicks around-one even on display-and not penetrating their fat cunts.
Turning away from them, Keith shifted to his right, eyeing those Breeders with a glint of mischievousness. His tail, hung low to keep the prize that was his musky donut of an asshole hidden from the eye, swept over to the side as he bent over to give them a nice view of his ass. He got some cheers, most of them blocked away by some loud yelling that was from some hard orgasms if he knew what fresh cum smelled like. Sweet and salty, the weirdest scent to come from a Breeder for someone who just barely got used to the system of how guys and girls worked around here. But hey, who was Keith to judge? He was the one on the pole.
And finally, with a flip and a swing off the pole for leverage, he flung himself front and center for the Studs to his big hard cock. Apparently they loved that-barring all the boners he caught sight of upon landing-because it was like they needed a green light to toss whatever bills they had on them onto the stage. With the fluttering light, Keith could make out ones, fives, tens and the few twenties. Typical droppings. A look up to the area above the curtains told him he only had thirty seconds to keep his show going. So he decided to get the crowd going with a quick fap session.
It's worked every time he's done it-and those were occasional-so he had to beat his meat precisely and orderly to make sure he didn't seem desperate and to not cause friction. Dry humping isn't exactly the best thing for one's dick. He felt a string of hot pre shoot out to the Studs and land on a table before him. There's one and two came for the Breeders with a quick little turn. Of course, he couldn't leave the Bitches hanging, what with the few closest to the stage holding their mouths open. Keith let out some more clear fluids for them to sate those beasts before he kicked it up a notch.
5...He felt the pressure rising like toothpaste to a cap.
4...Some more precum shot out of his piss slit and he let it off towards the center.
3...It was almost there.
2...There was a bomb, a bomb ready to go off.
And finally, at the last second, the horse's load was out and about spraying any close-by patrons with a stream that got the dollars flying once more as he slowly stepped around the pole to fire at each section of the crowd. A full three minutes, that's how long it took him to finish ejecting semen by the liter to awaiting mouths. And when it was sure it was over, he took notice that the 'sweepers' had come out and started sending the money backstage. Good, he didn't need to get them out with a quick hand or mouth. He waited for their brooms to come past his feet before he followed them up the catwalk, but not before flashing those Breeders with his ass again. The noise of cheers was enough to know that they'll be back next week.
"Damn, that's a sight..." Keith remarked, eyeing the pile of cash waiting for him once the curtains closed. He thanked the sweepers with a hand to both asses and a kiss on both pairs of lips. Long, French ones, as to make sure they didn't come late next time. Such a cute pair of cats, he mused, as they walked off to parts unknown. "Now let's see..."
Taking the time to count his earnings for tonight, Keith came to note that his show of playing dirty had earned him a total of...$152. Man, whoever threw that fifty was gonna get their cock sucked one day. He could grab some food from a late-night place to eat tonight even! Maybe e-
A *tap tap* on his shoulder alerted him to the presence of his boss. Or sugar daddy, whatever you call a stripper's manager.
"Say there Keith, I dunno what ya did out there, but ya reeled in quite the eager company tonight." Cigar, suit and tie and a pudgy gut gives you Keith's boss, Dole. The world's most adorable-looking kitten for a guy that looked like he it the gym once and only did a squat. The pink fur really sold it, and his suit matched him to just make him look like a plushy.
"Yeah Dole, place sure was booming. Think I could go for another round if dead hours come too soon after I leave?" Hey, either needed the money and more, so who was he to be guilty asking for overtime?
"Nah kid, tonight you might wanna skip yer plans fer now. Ya got a suitor 'n the back wantin' yer tail end. I'd say charge him extra since he's a first timer. Never know. Star door at the far right." Before the young horse could question where this guy was, his question was answered and his boss was already leaving. Man, if they were in different positions, he'd totally do some things to that plump butt of his. Oh well, he had bigger fish to fry and flip and money to earn. Better get to it.
After making sure no spare bills were on the floor from where the pile was, the horse lad made his way around to where the private rooms were. These were dressing rooms for a small-town theater in the old days, but coming under new management this place got quite the tune up. Each door led to your run-of-the-mill bedroom, all black to keep the rooms nice and dim of light so you can get that 'making love' experience. Even though you're fucking a back-alley whore. The room Keith's admirer was hiding in was open, but it was pitch black in there. Playing the predator and prey game, huh?
That'll cost extra.
With a snort, he stepped inside and as expected, the door slammed shut and left him in inky blackness. He just waited for the guy on the bed-having memorized a room's interior by heart with all the times he's come around here for some extra pay. And in no time, he felt something thick and fuzzy crash onto him from behind to pin him against the mattress and sheets. With all the weight, he can only guess that this guy was a boar, a bear or some low-shaven dog.
Or a furred dragon. He heard those guys were really unique down below.
"Took my invitation...huh?" His 'invisible' suitor was breathing hard, as if that gut of his sapped his energy with every move he made. Definitely a boar. "Good...been needing to nail this ass of yours for a while now.."
"So you've been in the crowd hiding all this time?" Keith was a little interested when he heard this little piggy had been having an eye on him.
"Not hidin...Front and center...You don't ever look down when you're on stage, you know?"
"Maybe, but what's your point?"
"My point is, you ain't ever think to know if you'd have a guy this willin to give you the time of your life." And now the horse's eyes rolled. He's heard that what, over fifty times now?
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll just tear me a new one, won't you?"
"That's a promise..." Something thick fell beside the equine, making him turn to look at it even though he couldn't see it. "That's $350. Keep the change~."
Well this guy just shot up Keith's favorite backstage times.
"Why don't we get started then, sir?" There was still some room for Keith to swerve his butt against the man's crotch, making that big piggy whine and get hard. Or he thought.
"W-wait...lemme get undressed..." Flustered, was he? The porcine in the dark shifted his heavy weight around and slid whatever he had on down to his ankles. Nope, he heard something get tossed to the floor. Keith tried to rub his ass against the man once more, but he was reassured that this guy was not a Stud or a Breeder.
He was a Bitch. That pussy can't lie.
"Smells like you're the one in need of the good time, not me." The horse felt up for the guy's face and thunk'd against a tusk before finding that muzzle before pushing him to the side. Sure he liked a guy on him, but this guy was heavy!
"Oh what, you scared of some manpussy?" Taunting the young man, was he? "Typical stud to think only the ladies can pull off the pussy game."
"Hey, I've plowed my fair share of Bitches before. Why don't you cut the chit chat and get me nice and soaked up?"
"Sure you don't want me to give you some warmup to this little rocket?" Those sweat-laden fingers had gripped on Keith's cock and the boy couldn't help but to grunt from how smooth those rubs got him jerking up to full hardness. Was that sweat or juice? Keith couldn't tell from the angle. And the sweaty pork laying behind him.
"I'm s-sure...Just get in position." The young equine turned onto his back, making sure not to get poked by the porcine's tusks on the way around. His cock was jutting up into the dark atmosphere, ready to feel something warm give it reason to keep being hard. And that something came quick, that fat man straddling Keith's hips and keeping him pinned down like he was when they first came in contact with each other. He had missed the mark the first try though, smacking the boy's cock against his stomach before he had to stand up just to get it under him. Hmmm, even with this, Keith had this wondering thought.
Who'd get hurt-him or the chubby boar dad?
The answer was him! The moment that heavy man dropped back down, Keith's cock sunk right up into that soaking pussy of his and groaned from how hard the guy came down. Damn, this cowgirl preferred looking away if that tickling brush was his tail. The sting was only temporary as the rodeo had begun with a wet start, the boar in the dark making all sorts of hot moans and deep groans. Looks like he's never had his pussy filled out like this; Keith could feel his flared head knocking against that deep entrance. Now he's had his share of unprotected interspecies relations before, but the fleeting thought of whether this guy could get pregnant rang through the stripper's head, and with good reason considering the lack of effort needed on the horse's part.
Was he in heat?
That seemed to be the case here, the fat boar riding on Keith like he'd cease to exist below his furry ass if he stopped. The stripper could spare a thrust here and there, but the man was adamant on keeping him still so he could move himself. Inside, his cock was pounding against the porcine's cervix like a battering ram to a pile of meat. Pussy juice seeped into the sheets and made every thrust become accompanied by a wet smack or the obvious throes of one cumming. This guy was also sensitive, furthering Keith's suspicions that this guy may be here to get a baby in his belly. Bitches tend to be that way.
And they won't be stopping anytime soon.
Time whizzed by, the dark interior of the room having no signs of whether or not it was late or not. The eager Bitch had gone into a frenzy with those hips of his, slamming his ass down on Keith's lap to shoot that cock against his inner core. They had long gotten the cock head and more into the man's womb and were simply paving the way for more while still forcing the fat boar to pour his femcum all over himself, the horse below him and the bed. That uterus was ripe and hot, ready for babies to be given to its comforting confines, but its only way of getting it was holding back. That throbbing was obviously the clenches of one getting ready to burst forth like a damn dam.
But why wouldn't he cum?!
Under the rolls of fur and chub, Keith was working on testing just how needy this fatty was. Most of the chubby ones ended up wanting the sex for the sake of finally feeling pleasure that wasn't caused by their own hand, but this guy really took the cake. His pussy was milking him almost mechanically, trying to force that long schlong to erupt like the pulsing volcano it was and feed the beast its cum. That beast being an over three hundred pound mass of sweat, some shame and need.
And fat.
A few more minutes gave way to the turning point of this scene within the shadows; the ending this boar's been waiting for. With one last mind-breaking climax that would have gotten attention for whether this was a BDSM session or not with how loud that piggy let out his squeal, that pussy clenched down and fired its clear fluids all over that crotch for the umpteenth time but was rewarded with the muted-you really think someone else could be heard over a man's bellowing of bliss-moaning of Keith as he too came with a vengeance.
Holding it in had did its job, his cum coming out like rocket fire from a take-off; semen splattered all over within the boar's core and his passage, eventually overflowing and making the bed even more damp with the scent of fresh sex. If this guy had been in heat, he sure wasn't now. Things didn't calm down for a while, everything getting sticky and warm between their hips. But only after what could be presumably be several minutes of sheer ecstasy emitting from two males after coitus, everything stopped-pussy and dick. The man moved first, lugging his fat ass off of Keith and sliding his cock out of that snatch and letting the excess pour out of his cunt. The burning need had cooled off, from what he could feel, but making his way out of here was definitely gonna get some quiet snickers. Something thudded on the mattress again before the sweaty man left the room with whatever remained of his clothing.
The stripper had witnessed the departure with a cocky grin. He was definitely gonna treat himself once he regained feeling in his lower body. And maybe the big fella if they met again.
Well, when they meet again.
(A/N): And that's my story! Hope it was up to standard, as it was my first time producing an actual written piece of work. I do lots of RPs but I never get a real chance of composing a story out of what I create with words.
So this'll exist.
And if you were confused by the titles for the guys, it's simple: Bitches=Cuntmen, Studs=Regular men, Breeders=Male Hermaphrodites.
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