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The Freebies are free flash-fiction stories written for people on the fly during a livestream. People send me a story idea based on the theme using their characters. I choose someone at random and write up their story idea.

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_This stream's theme: Indecent Exposure! Whether you're getting a hand job under the table at the fancy restaurant or having full-contact sex in a strip club, the thrill of doing it in public can be a satisfying thrill. If you're trying to keep it a secret, though, figure out a way to stifle those moans! (Theme by Zylen Andel.) _

This story was written for Violet Rosethorn and features her characters, Shard, Rayne, and Anya.

"Do I have to wear it?"

"Yeah. Now c'mon, you look so cute!"

Shard hung his head, tail limp. The skinny black feline's garb consisted of a tight, hot pink miniskirt, complete with matching thong, and a polka-dot white and pink tube top that wrapped around his slender, skinny chest, leaving his trim belly bare. The straps of the thong rode up the sides of his hips and the skirt barely covered his rump, into which the floss of the thong's backend disappeared.

Rayne, for his part, wore a stylish brown leather jacket with black slacks and a trendy silver and red t-shirt. Sun glasses sat on top of his head despite that it was almost midnight. The neon lights of the sign above the club's door reflected in the black plastic lenses as they headed inside.

Shard followed Rayne closely, keeping his eyes averted. Were his fur not pitch black, his blush would have shown from a mile away. The club was cramped, with only a half-dozen tables in the middle. Black leather booths wrapped around the outside edges of the room, surrounding the central stage - more of a pit where bands could play. It was currently empty.

Rayne grabbed the reluctant feline's paw and pulled him through the crowd. The confident, dashing cheetah grinned as he spotted Anya, a dark gray tabby and their company for the night. She was dressed in a short leather skirt and matching top that cupped her breasts, lifting them up to show off her cleavage. She sat at a table near the stage, one leg crossed over her thigh, a tall martini glass held delicately between her fingers. She smiled when she saw them and Shard pulled back.

"You didn't tell me she'd be her!" he cried out.

Rayne grinned and pulled him forward, pushing him towards the tabby and into one of the chairs at her table.

"Anya, pleasure to see you," he said.

The gray tabby's eyes never left Shard's body when she replied. "Likewise. And you, Shard."

The black cat shivered when she said his name, his tail hole tingling at the memories of the last time he'd been around Anya. Fortunately, they were in a very public place and she couldn't get him alone this time.

"I'll get some drinks," Rayne said, leaning over to give Shard a kiss on the top of his head between his ears. "You be good now."

When the cheetah had disappeared into the crowd, Anya smiled at the other feline and leaned forward, resting her chin in the palm of her paw. She licked her lips again and swept her tail around to wrap up Shard's.

"You are going to be the center of attention soon," she said, reaching out to stroke his chin. "And you look so cute right now, too!"

Shard looked around, trying to spot Rayne through the tightly packed crowd of various species, but the distinctive yellow cheetah was nowhere to be found. He turned back towards Anya when he felt her paw on his wrist. Before he knew it, she yanked him from his chair and dragged him up on stage.

The stage was circular, ringed by lights above and below. They were off when they got on, but after a few moments someone turned them on, shining bright lights on the gray tabby and her prize. Shard shrank back, but yelped when Anya pulled his arms around the silver pole in the center of the stage.

"I had them put this in yesterday," she whispered to the black cat.

"Why?" Shard asked, eyes growing wide.

Anya giggled as she slapped a pair of handcuffs around Shard's wrists. The pole was between the chain and his chest, keeping him rooted to the spot.

"So I could do this, of course!"

The crowd, at this point, noticed something was happening on the stage. Anya grinned out across the sea of faces and teased her paw down Shard's backside. A snap of the thong here, a pat on his rump here, a squeeze to his package, a few nips on the back of his neck, and the little black cat was panting and moaning. He hung his head between his arms, not daring to look out into the crowd for fear he'd see Rayne. He could already picture the cheetah, reclining on a stool, a drink in paw, legs up, watching with that smirk on his face...

Shard lifted his head and looked towards the bar. There was Rayne, all right, and the smug bastard flashed him a thumbs up. The skinny little feline growled, until Anya's palm smacked his rump, making him jump.

The gray tabby purred loudly as she moved behind Shard, claws out to tease at his hips. Her hips moved forward and she flipped up her skirt, revealing a not-very-feminine bulge in her black lace panties. The crowd crowed their approval as she dry humped Shard, her paws caressing and stroking his back and sides, reaching around to tease his chest through the feminine tube top. He moaned and twitched, trying to get away, but soon his hips were pushing back against her growing bulge, fingers tight around the slick dancing pole.

Anya played up the crowd, leaning back to show off her sheath as it pushed between the skinny feline's cheeks. Shard blushed again, but there was no hiding the arousal in the front of his thong. As much as he hated being up here, in front of everyone, he couldn't help but feel dirty. Rayne knew it, too, which made it even worse.

Anya teased her panties down, exposing several inches of thick male shaft. One paw stroked her growing arousal; the other cupped a breast, popping the nipple out over the top of the leather halter top. The crowd whooped, applauding, as Shard felt the tip tease under his tail. He moaned, cock throbbing inside the pouch of his hot pink thong. Anya trailed a claw between his cheeks and pulled out the strap of the thong, pulling it to the side, before sliding forward, hot dogging his rump a few more times as she got properly hard.

Shard's ears lay flat as he wriggled, unable to help but grind back on the thick shaft. His whole body burned with humiliation as Anya's claws stroked down his sides and back, making him wiggle and moan out loud, much to the crowd's amusement.

Anya's paw grabbed her cock again and lined it up with the skinny feline's tail hole. A few nudges and the tip was in. Shard tipped his head back, chest out, legs spread, belly sucked in, a moan on his lips as her paws gripped him. She pulled him back, pushing in firmly, taking him in one deep stroke. His ring burned as she bumped up against him, thighs flat to his ass.

The crowd's cheers rang in his ears as Anya's grip shifted, one paw on his shoulders, pulling him up. The handcuff chain dragged up the pole as she made him stand. A few thrusts and he was whimpering with pleasure. The front of his thong bulged outwards with his erection, his miniskirt flapping, revealing the wetness of the sopping wet fabric.

The skinny male moaned and yowled as Anya continued, first slow, then fast, then slow again. In and out, tip to base. She kicked at his ankles, making him spread his legs further, and clutched at his ass in both paws, claws out, clenching his cheeks around her length as she pumped forward. Her other tit popped free, both jiggling and bouncing, as she humped roughly at the little feline.

Her claws pricked his shoulder again as she pushed him down, forcing his shoulders down below his hips. He moaned as she pounded him harder, bumping his shoulder into the pole. The crowd's cheers and murmurs of excitement grew as the gray tabby's thrusting grew rougher still. Her open paw smacked his ass several times, making him clench around her, until she pushed in deep and held herself there, letting the tight feline milk her.

Anya arched her back, moaning with delight as she came. The tabby groaned as she shot a few thick spurts deep into Shard's tail hole before pulling out. A thick stream of cum drained down his thigh as the tabby shot a few more streams across his backside, wetting down his thin black pelt. The crowd whistled and applauded, but Shard barely noticed. His tail hole burned with pleasure, aching to be filled again. He fell onto his knees, leaning against the pole, as the tabby's male seed drizzled out of his rump. His cock, still trapped in his thong, rubbed against the pole as his hips shifted, still making small thrusting motions.

"All right, ladies and gents," Anya announced, hands on her hips, cock still hanging out over her panties, lifting her leather skirt. "Form an orderly queue - you'll all get your turn tonight!"

Shard's ears flicked in distress as he looked over and saw the length of the line. First up was a thick-set badger with a hefty bulge in the front of his blue jeans. Shard's eyes flicked over to Rayne, who was openly masturbating as he watched the feline. The cheetah grinned and lifted a jar up, showing it to him. It was a regular clear glass jar, but Rayne had written on it in black marker: "TIPS."