The dancer's night
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Caution: This Story is rated NC-17 and should not be viewed by persons under 18 years. It contains sex between many male furres. Don't read further if you don't like orgies and such. You have been warned and stuff.
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Raelin © myself...did you hear that? MINE ALONE *laughs insanely*
I've been some kind of inspired by Danath's story 'Purr'. By the way, that's great stuff and if you haven't read it yet, then I strongly suggest that you do. Well and now, on with the story *honk, honk*
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The dancer's night
There is great applause, the lights go out and a curtain is released by the pressing of a simple button, within seconds it has surrounded the stage, blocking out the yells and cries from the audience. A rather large male wolf just leaves the stage, completely nude, his body heavily muscled and very well endowed below the waist. Without paying attention to the piles of clothes - his clothes - which are spread over the whole stage, he turns around and walks off for the showers, his nicely sized balls dangling between his legs as he moves. One of the workers tries to hand him a towel but he just goes past him, without noticing him. The wolf's tail sways from side to side, those perfectly shaped buttocks flexing with each step...
Raelin shakes his head and tries to clear his thoughts, tries to stop staring at the wolf, but he catches himself at it, only a few seconds afterwards. He lets out a frustrated sigh, turns around quickly and faces a large, man-sized mirror. Raelin checks his clothes again, if they are fitting correctly, if there are no stains or other visible taints but equally to the four times he has done it already, he finds nothing serious. The tight black mesh shirt, the dark blue pair of pants and even his small rainbow-colored ankle braclet, all those things fit perfectly to his slim and lithe body. The young panther drives a paw through his head fur, adjusting his hairstyle for the 5th time this night. His short black fur with the even darker rosettes shimmeres in the dim light behind the stage, he even has used a special shampoo for this night. Raelin sighs heavily as he looks at the mirror image, checking if his fur is stilled groomed nicely.
Suddenly he spots a dark shade in the mirror, walking towards the leopard quickly. Nervously he turns around and freezes as Sniles stands before him, a disarming smile on his handsome face. The slightly taller tiger winks at Raelin, his tongue licking over his lips seductively, then he chuckles.
"Y'know, Raelin, you look just edible in that outfit"
"Ah, shut up, Sniles" Raelin sighs again, the velvety inside of his ears turn a little reddish, they twitch slightly.
"Oooohhh...someone's blushing"
"No, I'm not!"
"Well, watch your ears" Sniles smirks, blinking at Raelin with his right eye. "Don't tell me you're suddenly getting shy 'cause I won't believe that"
"I'm not getting shy! It's just..." Raelin's voice fades as the black leopard tries to find the right words. "...dancing for you and your mate or for a small group of furres is one thing but dancing in front of a crowd who would literally tear my clothes off my body if they'd get their greedy paws on me, is another" he continues, a nervous smile on his face.
Sniles nods and lifs a paw to stroke the smaller feline's left cheek tenderly, then he suddenly leans down and kisses Raelin softly on his lips. When he breaks the kiss, he looks down on Raelin, smiling broadly.
"I know you can do it, trust me. You did it before and I'm sure you'll keep doing it for some time. Mike actually has a thing for you and asks me all the time when you'll come over and visit us again" he frowns for a few seconds, thinking of Mike, his love and life, then he chuckles jokingly. "I'm beginning to think that he loves you even more than me? he winks playfully at Raelin. "Get your butt out there and show that arrogant wolf how to dance!"
The panther nods a little, feeling a bit better now. He is about to say "Thank you" as Sniles turns around and quickly dissapears behind the stage, leaving Raelin alone. He sighs once more time, gulps heavily and slowly walks over to the centre of the stage, giving a certain worker a sign. The male otter smiles and nods, pushing a button on the console before him, then he leans back and looks at the panther, licking over his lips.
The button opens the curtain and suddenly Raelin is surrounded by dozens of guys sitting at their tables and on their barstools, all their heads and all their eyes pointed straightly at the young panther. The removing of the curtain seems to be an indication for the DJ, a freaky looking fox with yellow colored glasses, and just a second later the silence in the room is replaced by the tune from a certain, well known song: Beautiful stranger by Madonna. Raelin smiles broadly and lifts an eyebrow for the DJ, the fox just grins back and winks playfully, knowing that this is one of the leopard's favourite songs.
Raelin spins around immediately and walks towards the back of his stage, there he stays for a second, his arms hanging idly at his sides. Suddenly he pushes them up and spreads them widely, turning around quickly, his body starts to rock and sway in the song's rhythm. The nervousity melts away since he now knows: there's no way out now; now he just dances because he likes it, not because of the money.
His hips rock there and back, thrusting into the air, the long and dextrous tail lashes from side to side, somehow fitting to the tune. He takes the few steps towards the (rather) silent audience and stays there, his legs straddled lightly. The panther leads his paws back to his body, guiding them to his well-defined but not overly muscled chest. He lets out a audible gasp when his soft palms rub gently over his mesh shirt, the soft fabric gets pressed even tighter against his chest, showing off some more of his slim frame. Raelin runs his paw down his upper body, single pawdigits tracing the tangible muscles through both the thin shirt and the fur. He moves closer to the front end of the stage and bends a little to give some of the nearer guys a better look on his body.
One of them, a cute and young looking wolf, extends a paw to touch Raelin who just moves back, being a step out of his range. The leopard smiles seductively and rubs his paws over his belly, then his thighs. The whole audience is suddenly completely quiet, everyone stares at Raelin, who has to admit to himself that he really enjoys being in the centre of attention. He decides to reward his onlookers for their attention and gropes for the large bulge in his tight pants, letting out a low groan in pleasure as he squeezes his steadily growing cock through the fabric.
Someone starts to cheer to him, it seems almost like that has been some kind of trigger as only a few seconds afterwards, the whole audience turns into a cheering and howling crowd of horny males. Raelin chuckled lowly and gives his cock another squeeze, he closes his eyes for a second, then he turns around and heads for the centre of the stage again, his hips still swaying to the tune. The panther stays at the middle and straddles his legs, he reaches back with his paws and grabs the bottom of his tight mesh shirt. He tugs on it gently, pulling it halfway up, then he spins around and shows off his well-defined belly before he pulls one last time on the shirt, tossing it on the floor in front of him as it slides over his head.
Raelin walkes towards the edge of the stage again and starts there to run both paws through his chestfur, he tilts his head little back and lets out a low purr of pleasure, loud enough that the crowded audience can hear it. The panther extends his claws slightly, barely an inch, and rakes them through his fur. He applies not enough pressure to actually break the skin but his nails leave thin trails on his furred body. Eliciting a loud cheer from the crowd he suddenly drops on his knees on the stage, right before that wolf that has already tried to touch him.
The leopard leans towards the canine, a sly smile on his face, as he grabs one of his paws and guides it to his chest, purring loudly as his soft palm starts to rub at one of his nipples. The feline's long tail swishes somewhat excitingly through the air behind him, then it suddenly lashes forth from behind and wraps itself around the wolf's wrist. Raelin brings his muzzle to the lupine's left ear, he nibbles on it and purrs heavily into it for a few seconds.
"Such a nice wolf..." he whisperes to the wolf, barely audible due to the music.
"Can I meet you after the show?" the wolf replies, his eyes showing the "innocent-puppy-look".
"Canines should really need a fire arms license for that look" Raelin thinks, chuckling a bit to himself.
"Maybe...stay in the bar, I'll find you" he groans as the wolf rubs his paw downwards, over his belly, groping for the bulge in his tight fitting pants.
He'll definitively look for that guy.
Raelin leans back on his haunches, out of the wolf's range who looks a little dissapointed, the leopard winks at him what immediately brings a broad smile on his handsome face. The feline grins slyly and reaches down with both paws, he fumbles at the buttons of his pants, then he just opens them with a swift, skilled motion and spreads the fly widely. The audience lets out some kind of collective gasp when Raelin reveals a very tight pair of black speedos, a large bulge straining the fabric, too large to overlook.
The panther rubs a paw over the bulge, tilting his head back a little and letting out a quite loud growl as he grabs it tightly, squeezing down pretty hard. He spins around on his knees and lowers himself on his paws as well, the feline wiggles his firm and nicely shaped ass towards the crowd, hard enough that his pants slide down, finally dropping down to his knees. The black speedos show off his buttocks even more, the audience lets out encouraging howls, growls and neighs, depending on their species. Raelin gets on his feet again and steps out of his pants, he kicks them away to his shirt and rocks his hips to the tune of the new song the DJ is playing. Madonna's song is already gone since 25 minutes, for the audience and for Raelin it seems a little less than 10 minutes. The DJ has chosen a song with a little slower rhythm for the rest of the leopard's show and leans now against the wall of his small cabin, his paws furiously stroking his cock through the fabric of his pants while watching the stage.
The air in the bar appears to get liquid, the heavy musks of sweat, male and arousal mix up and seem to drive the audience crazy, slowly but steadily. Everyone's eyes are glued on Raelin's moves and on his crotch while paws stroke and grope for bulges and lumps in pants, not always in their own.
Raelin grins to himself, he is ready to give the audience "the rest" as he likes to call it, he steps forth to another guy, a rather muscular looking lion, he leans forth and slightly over the edge of the stage, he grabs one of the lion's paws to guide it to his bulging speedos...that means, he wanted to.
Before he can reach the other's paw, he suddenly gets grabbed and tugged off the stage, right into the waiting crowd. Several paws hold his legs and arms tightly, Raelin struggles and squirms in their grasp but he is alone and not that strong, ten furres with almost bulging muscles take firm grips on his limbs.
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK ARE YOU DOING?" Raelin cries out angry and somewhat scared, his claws extending from his pawdigits, ready to rake across some guy's face or else.
"Where are the bouncers? The manager? Sniles? Damn...they're going to tear me apart!" the panther's mind is filled with such frightening thoughts, he doesn't even realize that the "audience" has laid him with his back on the ground, four guys are holding his limbs in place. The males surround him completely, all he can see are faces, faces with grimaces of lust on them, then he closes his eyes tightly.
"This is not happening...oh gods...tell me this is not happening" he thinks desperately.
Suddenly there is someone nibbling and lapping on his ears, growling softly into it for a few seconds.
"Such a nice kitty..."
It is the wolf from before, the young and cute wolf who has touched his chest and has groped for his cock. The young wolf that Raelin has promised to look for after the show. The same young wolf who suddenly leans forth from behind the leopard to grip his straining erection through the fabric of his speedos, making Raelin moan in pleasure. The rather tall feline sniffs the air and opens his eyes as a strange but very well known smell hits him. He looks straight upwards and almost doesn't believe his eyes! The wolf has pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles and crouches now over Raelin, his large cock twitching through the air, just inches away from his muzzle. A clear drop of precum forms slowly at the tip, the leopard just stares at it in awe, he gulps down some saliva for he starts to drool quite heavily at that view.
Suddenly there are no speedos any more, the panther gasps when his hard prick meets the air, already unsheathed and pointing straight upward, throbbing slightly. He doesn't know how they got his trunks off so quickly and to say the thruth, he doesn't even care about that now. All that counts now is that he is surrounded by dozens of sexed-up males who are ready for everything. A loud growl rumbles in his throat, he lifts his head from the ground as much as possible and snaps for the wolf's cocktip. He wraps his lips around it and drives his rough feline tongue over the small slit, making the canine wince and squirm over him in pleasure.
Raelin laps up and gulps down the amount of precum eagerly, he swirls his tongue tip over the broad cockhead just above him. He suckles on it like a newborn kitten, milking it from it's sweet content. The wolf growls and tugs gently on the feline's throbbing erection, then he starts to stroke it nice and firmly with both paws, one is wrapped around the base and squeezes it at times while the other slides up and down the shaft. Raelin bucks his hips up into the canine's paw, a low moan escapes his muzzle, muffled and barely audible. The leopard bobs his head up and down the large prick in his mouth, the tongue is always sliding busily along the shaft, making it glister in the dim light. He twists and turns his head as much as possible as he tries to reach every part of the delicious piece of meat.
He wraps his arms around the wolf's waist, not really realizing that they are no longer being held down. Raelin pulls the canine down on him, the large cock spiking into his tight throat each time his nose bumps against the other's balls. He closes his eyes tightly, he resists the urge to gag and relaxes his throat, the cocktip sliding in with ease. The wolf howls in ecstasy when his shaft is that lightly deepthroated and bucks his hips downwards, shoving every last inch into Raelin, the growing knot pressing hard against his lips. Raelin holds his head in place as the canine starts to hump his muzzle vigorously, he pulls out his cock until the leopard can only suckle on the verys tip of it, then he thrusts all back it, the rough feline tongue pressing it against the roof of the moist mouth, eliciting loud moans from him.
More moans get audible, moans in other pitches, moans from other furres.
Raelin opens his eyes lightly but what he sees makes him go wide-eyed. If he has thought that everyone's watching the wolf and him yiffing, he thought wrong. Serveral other furres are hold on the ground like the leopard has been, some struggling still while some already enjoying it, each of them surrounded by five or six other males who busily slide their tongue over and even sometimes IN - their victims' bodies, making them moan and groan in pleasure. The struggling stops in only few seconds, not even one of them wants to miss the action and ecstasy after they've received a nice "grooming".
Raelin closes his eyes again, his mind focusing on the tasty morsel in his muzzle, on the pulsating cock that is driven again and again into his tight throat. A low growl rises from his chest, his right paw gropes suddenly for the canine's knot, squeezing it hard and eliciting a howl from the wolf. Raelin feels the cock in his muzzle twitch and throb, once, twice and a third time, accompanied by a howl of pleasure from the wolf. A moment later salty cum sprays into him, the panther can't taste much since the cocktip is too deep within his throat but a warm feeling begins to spread through his stomach.
This feeling is too much for Raelin. His hot cat seed spurts from the head of his throbbing prick, the feline arches his back and empties his balls with a load but muffled roar, then his eyes roll back in their holes and darkness surrounds the panther as he passes out...
The wolf clenches his eyes tightly, riding on the waves of his orgasm and enjoying the afterglow while his cock is still enveloped in the tight and moist cave of the leopard's muzzle. A broad smile flashes over his face, it doesn't fade, even when suddenly the manager of the club appears, escorted by a dozen of grim looking canines: the bouncers finally make their way through the crowd, simply pushing those away who stand in their way. Huge, muscular paws grab the wolf and pulls hims off the panther, the last drops of his cum splattering all over Raelin's face, white stains on black fur.
The manager, a brown furred and slender otter, drops quickly on his knees besides Raelin and grabs the feline's neck, lifting his head. "Gods, Raelin, are you ok?" he gasps, a paw patting the panther's cheeks to wake him up. The otter sighs a second later in relief as Raelin suddenly opens his eyes, blinking slowly. "Uhh...what...how...who?" He seems quite confused and lifts a paw to rub his forehead. "Damn, sorry that we did not get in here eariler but they barricaded the doors with chairs..." the manager growls, shaking his head. "Are you sure that you're not hurt?" Raelin tilts his head into a nod, he just feels a little dizzy, "Yeah, I'm fine..."
"Well...I'll understand it if you don't want to work here any more...I don't know what...I guess you just drove them crazy" he sighs while he watches as the bouncers threw the last furres out of the club. "Are you CRAZY? When will be my next show?" The manager opens his eyes wide in shock and stares down on Raelin, "What do you mean? You don't want to quit here?" "Hell, no!" replies the panther with a weak grin that spreads quickly over his face, "Definetly not! It's not that I didn't enjoy the last part of my show...it was just a little surprising, that's all..." "You are sure that your head did not get hit by anything hard?" the otter asks with an expression of unbelieving amusement. "Actually, yes, I think I got hit by something hard...that wolf has a nice size..." he grins, winking cheekily, a paw moves to wipe off the remaining seed on his face, he licks his pawdigits clean with a soft purr rising from his chest.
The manager just shakes his head, "Geez...okay...if you're really serious...well, what about tomorrow?" "Sure, I'd love to...literally...and yes, I'm completely serious" Raeln snickers while he rises on his feet, his speedos in his right paw. "I better get cleaned up, boss"
The panther chuckles softly and walks off for a shower, ignoring the worker that offers him a towel, his tail sways behind him from side to side. A purr rumbles deep in his throat as he thinks about the next day, another broad grin spreads over his handsome face.
Will the wolf be there again? Will the same happen again? Will Raelin let it happen?
Behind him, the otter shakes his head, squeezing the hard lump in his pants for a last time, muttering something unintelligible, then he turns around and watches the employees as they start to clean up the bar, to prepare it for tomorrow...
THE END (?)
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