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The Royal Stripper for Rayo by Draconicon

Ziya was used to the harem outfit that the palace outfitters had given her. One of the prime attractions - both for the locals and anyone visiting - was the harem fantasy that everyone thought of while passing through their part of the world. She'd seen it for years. The first thing that anyone wanted when coming to the club she worked at was a harem girl, one - hopefully of dozens - who served the desires of any man or woman above her.

Men, she thought as she adjusted the cosmetic gold chains connecting her nipples. They were just heavy enough to sting without being too heavy to carry. The sheer purple cloth - Tissue paper, she thought - barely covered her flat chest and her smaller hips. Around her ankles and wrists, golden anklets and bangles dangled from her, adding to the weight she had to carry, and around her neck was a golden chain.

It was all fake, of course, just like the act itself was. Still, the young human adjusted the chains a few times. Just because the gold was fake didn't mean the weight was.

As she adjusted the clamp around her left nipple - hissing softly at the way it left her aching when it was unclamped - a young man in a suit came out to meet her. He looked down his nose in the familiar distasteful way, and she took a deep breath to keep from crumpling under his eyes.

"His Majesty, Prince Fawzi bin Ziad al-Gassimi, and his siblings, and his associates, are ready for you now. Follow me."

The puffed-up butler left her bitter, but she followed behind him as he led her through the palace. As they passed a number of open guest rooms, and more than a few members of the palace staff, even her experienced cheeks started to burn a bit red as she was stared at. The 'clothes' - and they were barely that - she wore didn't really conceal anything. Her crotch was, at most, blurred from sight through the sheer material, and everything else was more or less thrust right out there for people to see.

"Would it have been that much trouble to dress outside their room?"

"Yes, ma'am, it would have been."

"Really? And why the -...Why is that?"

"His majesty is an incredibly private individual. The very thought of you being anywhere near him, where you might interrupt before he would be ready, simply could not be permitted."

"I know how to be discrete, you know."

"Your current profession says otherwise."

Gritting her teeth at the pompous guide, she bit her tongue to keep from saying anything else. Despite her nerves at performing at the prince's party, Ziya was quickly wanting to just get this over with. With the prince being served by this jerk, she could only hope his reputation held true, or this was going to be a very difficult job indeed.

They passed through several more hallways - and earning Ziya over a dozen more stares - before finally coming to the prince's chamber. Her guide leaned forward, tapping his fingers against the doorway and calling through.

"Your Majesty, your...entertainment...has arrived."

"Wonderful. Show her in."

The butler turned to her, looming over her.

"If I hear anything untoward has happened -"

"I am a professional. I have done this a hundred times."

"Not, I think, for a prince. Do not mess up."

He glared for another second or two before walking away, leaving Ziya alone by the door. The nearly naked woman debated leaving, but it wouldn't do to turn down this particular job. Not for her reputation, and honestly, not for her livelihood, either. Someone like the prince could ruin her, and not for the reasons that others might think.

She stepped into the antechamber between the hall and the prince's room. Adjusting her chains one last time in the mirror, she took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Through a haze of fog and incense, she saw the royal siblings on the far side of the room, gathered amidst comfortable pillows around a catwalk. She smirked a bit at that; it felt appropriate.

She knew she was seeing something nobody else would see anytime soon. Rather than the humans seen in newspapers across the globe, she saw a trio of kitsunes sitting together on the opposite side of the room. Their nudity - and the aroused state of the Prince and his brother - told her all she needed to know.

Ignoring the various businessmen at the sides of the catwalk, Ziya strutted her way down the stage, her bare feet shuffling along the smooth surface, the anklets and bangles jingling as she approached. She swayed her hips, but walked with the confidence of a courtesan, of a harem girl that has long shown her value. And she had, many, many times, with many, many clients. This prince would be no different.

She stopped at the other side, looking down at the prince as he smiled slowly up at her. Slowly, she bowed, conscious of the stares to her rear end as she bent at the waist, knowing that the prince and at least one of his siblings were looking at her nearly flat chest. Gritting her teeth at the feeling of the chains tugging at her nipples, she slowly stood up.

"Thank you for your welcome, great Prince. I am the lowly Ziya. May I dance for your pleasure?"

"Oh do, please. I have waited long to see the famous Ziya upon my stage."

"You flatter me, your Majesty."

"Not at all. I see the lovely lady. Now show me the fabulous feline."

She smiled at his words, swaying her way back down to the other side of the catwalk. Practiced hands reached for the wraps around her hips as she moved, tugging at the little knot and pulling it free. She heard the soft yips and murrs as her ass was exposed, one of the businessmen scrambling for the cloth as she threw it to the side. Ziya struck a pose with her hands on her hips, fingers flicking open another knot and sending the front covering to the floor as well. She kicked it over to opposite side of the stage, and her change began.

Her foot came back down on the stage with a solid thump, her toes slowly fattening upon the stage floor. She smiled, taking a step, the change beginning along her other foot at the same rate.

"Please, great Prince..."

Step, step. The fattening toes were topped with claws as they became the ends of paws, her balance changing as her ankle rose from the ground.

"Allow this lowly member of your harem..."

The black spotted white fur rose along her legs, her limbs stretching as she took another pair of steps, adding to her height.

"To serve you..."

Another few steps, another couple of inches in height. From barely over five feet, she'd risen to five and a half feet tall. It wasn't much, but it was more than she had. Her thighs sprouted the same fur, her legs lean but powerful as she strutted forward, her confidence belying the lowly status she assumed.

"In any, and all ways, that you want."

She smiled as she reached the halfway point of the catwalk, feeling all eyes on her. The prince, his siblings, his partners; all of them stared at her. From the waist up, she was human. From the waist down, she was a creature of the north, cold and wild and calculating as any feline hunter.

Her paws carried her forward as her changes continued, the fur spreading up her body, her hips flaring out like a breeding woman's, her waist pulling in. The chains on her nipples hung down lower as her chest burst forward, exploding into the womanly curves that she'd lacked as a human. Her nipples themselves grew as well, the swollen near-teats shown all the more clearly through the clamps over them.

She lifted her hands to them, making her breasts bounce as she approached the kitsune prince, her eyes on his seven tails before his face. She smiled down at him, swaying her hips ever more obviously from side to side to match her strutting steps. As she came to the end of the catwalk, the transformation had come up over her head, pulling her muzzle from face, her whiskers from her cheeks, and her ears to the top of her head.

Ziya leaned forward, her breasts hanging forward much lower than before, and the chains nearly touching the floor as she smiled at the prince.

"I am yours."

The reaction was as predictable as it was sudden. The seven tails above the kitsune lashed out like vipers, grabbing hold of her limbs and pulling her across the short space between her and the prince. Prince Fawzi bin Ziad al-Gassimi held her to his lap, and his siblings scattered from the sudden move.

Feeling his swollen sheath against her sex, Ziya smiled. The snow leopard reached out, wrapping her arms around the prince's shoulders.

"Your Majesty. So sudden."

"Yes. And not before time."

His tails turned her around, leaving her facing the rest of the guests. Smiling, the feline pulled her arms above her head, stroking her upper arms and then her forearms as she slid herself onto his growing cock. The rest of the room was watching, and rather than terrifying her, it left her grinning, and very, very wet.

She bounced on him as he commanded, her legs moving without the aid of his tails at first, but she soon felt his needs take charge. She was gripped around the waist and about her arms, lifted and lowered repeatedly along his cock. One of his tails entwined itself between her breasts, pulling on the thick chain between them, and leaving her gasping and mewling as he tugged on it, tormenting her nipples.

Up and down, up and down she went, and soon, Ziya could feel his knot forming beneath her. Normally, she wouldn't let a client knot her so early in the performance, but this was the Prince of Merad. She had little choice in the matter. And besides, she had to admit that she sort of wanted to feel how big he was.

Soon, she did. Pulled down on his knot, she came as he filled her from inside. Her legs collapsed under her, leaving her with just his tails as her support. It was a lovely feeling, and she was surprised that more of her customers hadn't done that.

The rest of the room stank with a mix of incense and arousal, and as Ziya slowly came to herself, she realized that the other members of royalty and the businessmen would probably expect a turn for themselves as well.

Ah well, she sighed. It would happen one way or another, and at least she'd gotten something good first.

"I've not...been so eager for some time."

She turned her head at the prince's statement, and smiled. She patted his cheek.

"It means I did my job right, Prince Fawzi bin Ziad al-Gassimi."

"Please. Call me Fawzi."

"Oh thank heavens," she said, glad to be free of that mouthful of a name.

The End