Dolcett Charity Auction

by A. P. Damien

There was a large sign on the door of the room:

The tall klipspringer held up his hands to quiet the applause. "Thank you, males and femmes. Our donatometer shows that we're less than $4,000 from tonight's goal. But we don't want to just meet our goal, we want to go over it, by as much as possible. So here's a special volunteer, Debbie Skylar, the star performer at Madame Petra's House of Unlimited Delights."

A lithe catgirl minced out to center-stage, took the mic, and waited for quiet. "Thank you, thank you," she bowed to various parts of the audience. "My target price is only $10,000, but I hope for more. So please, swipe your cards, let's see how much I can bring in."

A display above the stage lit up:

She paused for a moment. "Wow! We already have over $2,500, so..." She took off her sweater and threw it to someone in the audience, stepped out of her shoes, and pulled off her not-quite-transparent stockings. She handed those to a waiter, who brought them to a nearby table. The recipient held them aloft, and she blew him a kiss.

Another pause. "$3,500. Great!" Debbie unbuttoned her blouse, walked along the edge of the stage, and dropped it on a table occupied by a pair of tenrecs. The male picked it up, rubbed it against his cheek, and smiled. He handed it to his mate, who nodded appreciatively, folded it carefully, and put it in her purse. The display over the stage now changed:

The catgirl looked up. "$4,500. And thank you_so_much for the tip, since that doesn't count toward my price but adds to our total donation. All right!" She hootchy-kootched around the stage, unzipping her skirt as she went. Then she turned her back, did a final hip-wriggle, and tossed it over her shoulder into the audience. A skinny fennec caught it, and the audience cheered and whistled as he held it up. He pulled his slacks off, got up on his table, fastened the skirt around his waist, and did a brief bump-and-grind routine. More whistles and applause, and wadded-up bills of various denominations flew through the air, mostly landing on his table, some on the floor. He bowed, then started feeding them to the slot in his table. Tips increased to $2,550, then to $2,750. A few seconds later, Contributions increased three times in rapid succession, ending at $6,375.

"Yes!" Debbie unhooked her bra in front and opened it about an inch, revealing almost all her cleavage. She pulled the bra away from her chest a couple of inches and wriggled her chest so they bounced slightly, but even then the audience could see only the tops and bottoms of her tits, even those with tables at the far ends of the stage. She pirouetted on one foot so her back was to the audience and pulled the bra off entirely. Then she slowly turned back and used her hands to hold them up as if offering them for the audience to suck.

The cat-girl hooked the bra back together and hooked a finger through it. She held it up and twirled it in the air. Various furs in the audience held up pieces of paper with numbers on them. She looked around, gave the bra a final twirl and sent it sailing through the air to land on the table in front of a stacked vicuna. The recipient looked like the bra would probably fit her. She pulled out an iPhone and did something, and Tips increased to $7,700.

Debbie looked up at the display again. "C'mon folks, the next step is only $1,625 away." A short pause, and then Contributions went up to $7,000. She hooked a finger in the waistband of her nearly-transparent panties and pulled the right side down about an inch and wiggled her hips. Then another inch. Then the left side, with another hip-wiggle. She pranced once around the stage, then pulled it down until part of the lusher fur around her pussy was showing. Tips increased to $8,000, and Contributions went up to $7,250.

She walked to stage-left on her toes, then all the way across, wriggling her entire body as she went. At center stage, her puffy slit was completely visible. When she reached stage-right, the panties were around her knees. With a final bump-and-grind, she pulled them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She picked them up between the toes of one foot, and bent her leg until it was at knee height. She grabbed the panties and dangled them from the fingers of one hand.

Debbie looked around the audience and beckoned the waiter again. When he arrived, she put the panties on his tray and whispered something. He carried them up to the balcony at the rear of the room and handed them to a well-dressed otter, who looked at Debbie and made a smooching noise with his lips. She bowed to him, then blew him a kiss. Tips went up to $12,000.

The cat-girl danced around the stage again, wriggling her hips and bouncing her tits, and then turned slowly in place, her abdomen undulating like a belly-dancer's. She spread her legs, giving the audience a good look between them, then turned around and "presented," her hands and knees on the floor, her butt in the air, and her tail cocked to one side. Her pussy "winked," showing the red pussy-lips and tiny clit inside the furry slit. She rolled over slowly, holding a pose with her legs spread, then grasped her thighs and pulled them toward her until both her slit and tailhole were on offer.

With a single, lithe movement, Debbie bounced to her feet, standing at the center-front of the stage, and signaled. A noose descended from above, and she rubbed her shoulder against it sensuously, then her left cheek. She ended up with her head tilted to one side with her mouth slightly open, and her neck brushing up against the noose. While she was doing this, Contributions went to $7,500, then $7,650, then $7,950, then $8,400.

The cat looked up, whistled twice, and set the mic in a stand.

Damien came from backstage, holding two lengths of rope in his hands. The audience broke into applause, and he bowed, then again, then held up his hands for silence. He came forward and gave Debbie a brief kiss. She turned to face right and crossed her hands behind her. The tiger tied her left wrist to her right elbow, then her right wrist to her left elbow. She tugged on the ropes, but couldn't move her arms at all.

While this was going on, Contributions went up in several steps until it reached $8,800.

"Thank you," she said, turning to face him for another kiss. Then she turned to face the audience again. "C'mon, folks. Just another $1,200. You all want to see me hang, don't you?"

More whistles and cheers. "Oh, yeah!" "For sure, girl!"

She brushed her cheek up against the noose again, then did the tilted-head hanging pose again, while Contributions went to $9,000, $9,400, $9,650, $9,800, $9,900, and $10,450. A bell rang, ding! ding! ding! ding! ding! and the display flashed three times.

Damien held the noose open, and Debbie smiled as he slipped it over her head and adjusted it around her neck. He pressed a button and the rope rose until it went straight up with no slack, the noose directly under the girl's chin and the knot by her left ear.

"I'm going to hang, folks. You're going to watch me dance and kick my way into the next world. Will you like that?"

Applause, whistles, cheers, stamping feet, hands pounding on tables, and clinking glasses.

"Great! Now, who wants to fuck me? Any bids?"

The display changed again

"$2,000" a voice called out. Other bids followed rapidly: $2,500, $4,000, $4,500, $5,000, $5,400, $5,800. Then the bidding slowed down.

"$6,000" the otter on the balcony called out. There was a pause.

"$7,000" from the fennec.

"$7,500" from the otter.

"$8,500"

"$9,000"

"I have $9,000," Debbie announced. "Any more?" She paused. "Going once at $9,000... Going twice... Sold to Kennard Sherburne!"

Everyone turned to look up at the balcony as the otter took off his clothes, laying them out on his chair, then walked naked downstairs, down the left aisle, and up onto the stage.

"So, hon, what's your pleasure?"

The otter came up, put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so her right shoulder was toward the audience. He grabbed her head and kissed her. She opened her mouth and they kissed deeply for a while, then his hands dropped to her tits and played with them while he rained kisses on her eyes, her ears, and the sides of her neck. He bent down to take one nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until she cried out in pleasure, then switched to the other.

Then he walked around behind her and pressed a finger against her tailhole.

"Oh, yeah, Kenny, I like that!" she said, raising her tail high into the air to give him access. He reached around in front and felt in her pussy, used his finger to spread the juices on her pucker, then used both hands to get more and spread it on his already-wet red cock. Then he pushed himself into her and she gasped as she felt him spread her open.

"So big... so nice..."

Kennard looked at the fennec. "Hey, Dutch, I'm willing to share, if you like."

"$8,500 for a blowjob? I'm not sure..."

"C'mon, Dutchie," Debbie called to him, licking her lips, "I'll settle for $2,500, that was the last blowjob bid in the auction." She opened her lips into an "O" and made licking motions with her tongue.

"Hell, Debbie, you only charge $2,500 for a BJ at Madame Petra's. To get your very last blowjob... worth a lot more than that. Especially considering... Let's make it $4,000!"

"Dutchie, you are one sweet and generous male who looks great in my skirt!"

The fennec lost it for a moment, doubled over laughing. The board updated:

The fennec took off his tie and dress shirt, unzipped the skirt and left it on the table, and pulled off his boxer shorts. He hopped gracefully onto the stage. A couple of house staff wheeled out a thing that looked sort of like a hydraulic lift. Dutch stepped onto it. One of them pressed a button, and the platform rose slowly until Dutch's cock-tip was even with the cat-girl's mouth.

"And at the end...?" she asked.

"Hold it. I want to watch you hang with your mouth full of my cum."

"You just watch, Dutchie!"

Debbie wrapped her lips around Dutchie's cockhead, then traced the underside with her tongue. She pulled back slowly, licking him as she went. The cat-girl started moving faster, sliding her lips up and down while her tongue flicked his hot spot as it went by. The fennec started panting, then moaning, "oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah..."

Ken thrust himself all the way into her tailstar and wrapped his arms around her chest, holding on tight to her shoulders.

"... Oh Yeah, Oh... Oh... OH... OHHH..... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Dutchie came, hard, his semen jetting into her mouth.

The fennec pulled out, letting a last few drops land on the girl's muzzle, then stepped back and hopped lightly down to the stage. He walked quickly to the center, then knelt down and held still, his eyes fixed on the cat-girl.

And the front of the stage fell away, leaving Debbie dangling in mid-air as the noose jerked tight around her neck. With more than double her own weight pulling on it, the rope choked off her breath completely. Her head was forced down and over until her right ear nearly touched her shoulder.

The cat-girl's feet started kicking, as if unsure what to do. That started her swaying and spinning slowly. She turned slowly in mid-air until she faced the audience. She looked surprised. "So this is what it feels like to hang," her face seemed to say. Her back arched as she strained for air. She didn't get any, but her tits were thrust forward, pointing at the audience.

Debbie turned slowly in the noose until her left side was toward the audience. Those nearest the center had a perfect view of the otter's cock in her pucker as she kicked and bounced in the noose's embrace. Her feet moved as if she were trying to run in mid-air. The otter moved his hips slowly, thrusting in and out of Debbie's little star as she struggled for breath. No air for her, no air ever again, she knew that, but she struggled anyway: she needed to struggle.

Her leg movements slowed, became less coordinated. One foot kicked, then the other, then both, propelling her deeper onto Ken's erection. And somehow the rope around her neck didn't hurt any more. All she could feel was the need for air, the otter filling her under her tail, and the tingling in her pussy. Her spinning stopped, and slowly started turning the other way until she faced the audience again.

That tingling feeling grew, slowly getting stronger. She could see the audience as she and Ken swung back and forth in mid-air, but they seemed to be going out of focus. Her legs kicked randomly, and a smile seemed to spread over her face.

Then, suddenly, she could feel only one sensation: the overwhelming need, the pleasure growing, emanating from under her tail but spreading into her pussy, her nipples, her lips, everywhere. Her feet moved again as her thighs rubbed together. She wanted to scream her pleasure, but couldn't seem to make any sound. Once more her right shoulder was toward stage-front.

The pleasure washed everything away. Debbie's world went red, then gray, then disappeared.

The otter, still deep in the cat-girl's backdoor, held on. Her legs went limp, but her shoulders were still tensed up as her body tried to get air. Then her knees pulled up to her breasts and kicked downward, once, twice, three times. The otter thrust deep and fast into her. He filled her tailhole with his semen as her whole body spasmed, then gradually went limp.

Kennard, spent, finally let go and dropped to the floor below. He gestured, and the MC brought him his tablet. The display changed again:

"And there you have it, males and femmes. Our favorite cat-girl brought in over $40,000 in contributions and tips. I have checked, and this is the highest amount ever earned in a snuff auction. Let's have a big round of applause for Debbie!

The combined sound of clapping, whistling, feet stamping, glasses pounded on tables, and cheers was deafening.