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Redrum Strip Club: Part 2

By: Zerky DeVore (All characters © their owners)

Zerky waited for the crowd to settle down before proceeding. He could feel the excitement in the room like static electricity. "Let's get this show started off right!" He waved his arm to the left of the stage. Lights flashed on, illuminating the stage in a blanket of white light. The crowd went to a hush. "Our first performer for the evening is a young otter by the name of Jamie. He is fresh off the streets, having just been recruited for your entertainment earlier today. I dare say his act should be quite delicious." With a showy wave, Zerky announced, "And now, let's give a big hand for Jamie!"

On Zerky's cue, the otter emerged from behind the curtain. The crowd lit up with applause as Jamie strutted slowly down a runway. Zerky described Jamie to the audience, pointing out the otter's sleek body, brown fur, and the exotic look given by the green rings around his arms, legs, and tail. The music playing was a mix of smooth beats and loud bass. Jamie jerked his body to the beat, pausing to shake his hips for the crowd of hollering men.

The pace of the music slowly picked up as Jamie neared the attraction for his show, a stripper pole at the end of the runway. He reached for the pole the moment he neared, with Zerky narrating in the background. "Look at how he naturally he takes to that pole. You can tell this boy's had plenty of experience." Jamie twirled around the pole before putting it to his back, posing sensually, and blowing a kiss to the audience. The crowd ate it up, much to Zerky's delight. "Look at that otter. Such a tease," the hyon added for auditory emphasis. "But Jamie, the crowd isn't here for you to tease with your clothes on."

Jamie smiled and winked at the hyon. With a snap of his fingers, the music shifted in beat and melody. He let go of the pole to move his body to the rhythm. The crowd grew quieter as the otter's dance truly began. After a minute of just dancing, Jamie wrapped an arm around the pole and began to twirl around it. He spun around, gaining momentum with each revolution. Suddenly, he flung his tail around the metal shaft, and let go with his arm. The crowd gasped as the otter spun around using only his tail. Zerky commented how amazing a feat it was. Jamie twirled around at incredible speed, wowing the audience as he grabbed at the pole once more, using his momentum to swing his legs up, wrapping them around the pole so that he hung on it upside down.

During all of this, he even managed to slide his shirt off. He hung on the pole, head a few feet from the stage floor, his legs and tail fighting off the pull of gravity. He held his shirt with an outstretched arm, waving it to the beat of the music. After a bit, he tossed it aside, letting it fall into some happy guy's grubby paws. Jamie spun around and righted himself, sliding down the pole and gingerly patting the floor with his toes. He shook his hips, playing the tips of his fingers over his slim figure. They danced up and down his chest, until coming to rest on the waist of his tight pants. With a sudden rip, the otter tore the pants off. The crowd went wild at the sight of otter's exposed body. His cock was already hard for them, pink flesh bobbing up and down, almost to the beat of the music.

"Such a scrumptious little morsel, isn't he gentlemen?" Zerky asked the wooting crowd. "I bet so many of you just want to sink your teeth into that taut looking ass." As Zerky commented, Jamie spun around the pole, lifting his tail and showing his sexy rump for all to see. "Oh wow, just look at how fuckable that ass is. I bet these boys are just dying to hop up there and loosen that meat up."

As the hyon spoke, inciting the crowd and making many of them shift awkwardly in their seats, the pole began to lower. Jamie did not notice it at first, but when he went to do an upside down spin, his head nearly hit the floor as he twirled around the pole. Jamie let go and awkwardly stood up, looking between the lowering pole and the hyon across the stage.

"Looks like our little otter is confused," Zerky said with a mocking tone, grinning like a devil. "Perhaps he'll figure it out when the cook gets here..."

On cue, several figures emerged from behind the stage curtain. All but one of them was dressed in black garb. The one without the black clothing wore only a chef's hat and an apron. WIthout words, and only a few hand signs, he ordered the other men to converge on Jamie.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on here?" Jamie screamed. He tried to run, but the black clothed men were too fast and too strong. They quickly overpowered him, and much to his dismay, began rubbing something over his body.

Zerky's voice echoed from the speakers around the room. "I'd like to introduce everyone to a new chef here at Redrum. May I introduce, Mr. Pepper. Kai Pepper." Kai stepped up to Zerky, and the spotlight showed his figure more readily. He was of average height, strong build that showed some dedication to athletics, but a little pudge in his belly to show he enjoyed his profession just as much. Zerky continued, "Mr. Pepper is a folf, for those in the back who cannot see him too well. He joined our little club just last week, and has been given a grade A seal of approval by our head chef, Francois, to cook one of your meals for this evening."

Zerky handed the mic of Kai. "Thank, Mr. DeVore. It is an honor to be here, and I do hope that everyone enjoys the rest of the show."

"What are your plans for tonight's menu?" asked Zerky. He and Kai glanced over at Jamie, whom the other men had completely removed of all fur, leaving his head and neck untouched.

Kai smiled and licked his lips. "Well I figure I would go with something simple, but enjoyable. Cum-stuffed otter, spitted, and cooked with olive oil mixed with herbs."

Zerky licked his lips as well. "My, my! That does sound delicious. Don't you all agree?" Zerky waved the mic to the crowd, who all cheered in delight. "That sounds like an approval to me. So tell us, Mr. Pepper, what cum shall you be using to stuff him with?"

Kai reached around and undid his apron. He pulled it off to reveal his massive erection. Zerky faked a swoon. "Oh my! Look at the size of that thing! And that knot! Oh that otter's ass is going to be so tender after this!"

Kai chuckled and grinned wide. "I always aim to please." With that, he left the hyon and went over to Jamie. The otter was bound, hands behind his back, with two men holding him just over where the pole had lowered. The folf sauntered over, taking Jamie by the chin. "Do try and squeal for the audience. This is my first show, and I want to leave them with a good impression."

Jamie's eyes were already dripping tears. "You can't do this to me. Please..." But the folf ignored him and walked around to his backside. Kai snapped his fingers and the two men leaned Jamie over. One held the otter's tail out of the way. Another man came by with a bottle of greenish liquid. He handed it to Kai, who squirted it on his cock. He rubbed it all over, and Zerky could smell it even from where he stood. Olive oil. With his dick slathered and slick, Kai leaned in, pressing his raging shaft between Jamie's twitching cheeks. The otter screamed out for him to stop, but to no avail. Kai carefully positioned himself, shifting his legs until he was at just the right angle. Jamie's increased struggles did him no good. With one shove, Kai impaled the otter with every single inch of his manhood, stopping short just at the top of the knot.

The otter's screams echoed across the room, but were drowned out quickly by the roar of the audience. Zerky shouted above everyone, "Oh, that's gotta hurt, even with the oil!" The otter, though obviously in pain and struggling, still retained a halfy between his legs. Kai did not pause to let Jamie get used to the mass in his ass. The folf went all out, thrusting his body into the hapless otter with reckless abandon. Jamie's cries of pain seemed only to fuel him. The thick, red shaft plowed back and forth, digging ever so deeper with each thrust of the folf's hips.

Kai placed a hand on Jamie's back, slowing his speed, but not lessening his power. He snapped his fingers, and another crew member stepped up from the shadows. Without needing explanation, he took a brush of olive oil and began to spread it over Jamie's body. The oil dribbled down the otter's naked form, coating his flesh and pooling slightly onto the floor. Kai leaned over, removing his hand from Jamie's back and instead reaching around the otter's hips. Jamie's cock was full. Despite the pain in his expression and his cries for it to stop, he was hard as a rock.

The crew member slathered the otter's dick with oil, and Kai quickly grasped the shaft and started pumping it. He fucked harder, pushing his knot with more force against the otter's hole. Jamie's crying changed, no longer did the sound of pain fill it, but rather the sound of pleasure. As the folf drew closer to release, he pumped Jamie faster and faster. The crowd was quiet, the smell of their musk all over the air, the atmosphere sparkling with their wet desires. Finally, a pop filled the air. Jamie's head flared back as he screamed with bliss. His cock jetted out a rope of cum, to which the crew member basting him quickly captured in a bowl. Kai reared back, howling as he too sprayed his load deep into Jamie's body. The two stood there, locked together by the thick knot, both panting, spent and tired.

After a few minutes of listening to the audience cheer, Zerky butted in. "That was a fine show, Kai, but I do believe we have a dinner to get going." The folf nodded to him, and with a struggle, managed to pull his cock out. He stepped back, letting the two crew members right Jamie. The otter, dazed and in a euphoric bliss, did not realize what was happening until it quite literally went through him. The stripper pole had been slowly rising up during the show. The tip of it pushed into his loose, cum dripping hole, and continued to rise. The otter's screams once more filled the room as the metal pole tore through his body. One of the crew members pushed his head back, and the otter's screams turned to gurgles as the spit made its way through his throat. In no time, Jamie's body was spitted, twitching around a thick metal shaft impaled from ass to mouth.

The stage hands waited for the pole to stop before unhooking it. They carried Jamie offstage, with Kai right behind them. As they left, Zerky addressed the crowd. "Don't worry folks, we've got a camera all set up in the kitchen so you can watch the action continue." A screen above the stage flickered on, revealing Jamie's fate backstage. The crowd watched as Kai had the otter's body placed over a roasting pit. His body convulsed and twitched as they did, obviously reacting to the heat. Even spitted, the otter had some life left in him.

The room was silent as they listened to the sound of flesh starting to sizzle over hot coals. Jamie's whimpers were easily audible, and the camera zoomed in on his face to show his pained expression. It then shifted to his cock, which the cooks had banded to keep hard. Kai took the bowl that held the otter's cum, mixed in some oil and herbs, and spread the creamy mixture all over the otter's groin. He paid careful attention to the balls, putting a copious amount over them.

The image zoomed out as Jamie's body began to turn. Kai turned to the camera, his cock once more erect and wet. He winked, gave a thumbs up, and said, "See you all again at dinner." The screen went to black, and the audience cheered.

* * * * * *

Zerky waited for the audience to settle down, and for the stage hands to clean up the mess, before continuing. "Wasn't that an amazing first show, folks?" The crowd cheered their approval. "I'm glad you liked it. Let's keep the ball rolling and welcome our next performer, Slade!"

On cue, Slade emerged from the curtain. The spotlights lit him up, and the crowd went nearly silent, except for several chuckles. Slade was dressed rather femininely. He wore the outfit of a school girl, a red vested suit over a white collared shirt, complete with a short red skirt. He even wore a flower behind his ear to accentuate the girliness. The Finnish lapphund waited awkwardly for the music to start. Zerky chuckled to himself as he watched the canine sweat for a bit.

Eventually, Slade eased his way over to Zerky. "Uh... Mr. DeVore," he whispered, though his voice was still caught by the mic. "Why isn't the music starting?"

Zerky hummed nonchalantly, taking a moment before acknowledging Slade's question. "Huh? Oh yeah... How strange. Must be a technical issue. Anyway!" He grabbed Slade's shoulder and pulled him in close. "For those of you who don't know, Slade is here because he committed an awful crime."

The canine blushed and pushed away. "No, I didn't! I'm innocent!"

Zerky grinned. "If you are innocent, then you wouldn't be here."

"I was framed!"

"Sure you were," Zerky said sarcastically. "I believe you. And I'm sure they believe you," he motioned to the crowd. "However, certain people don't, and the only way you have a chance to not end up on death row is to dance for us. Now... dance!" As he shouted, the music blared to life. Zerky stepped away, leaving Slade uncomfortably alone to face the crowd. The canine gulped, stuck in place with fear. The crowd started to get restless, shouting obscenities and hate towards the shivering lapphund. Slade looked pale, about ready to pass out at any moment. Zerky chimed in, "If you don't get to pleasing them soon, you're head is going to roll~."

The hyon's words seemed to spark something in the Finnish lapphund. Perhaps a spark of survival, a will to live, his confidence in justice and liberty, something to give him strength. He threw himself to the front of the stage, throwing a pose that showed off his legs and flared his hips. The crowd's words of hate fell flat. Slade's face beamed at their silence. He grinned, threw his arms into the air, and began to shake his body to the rhythm of the music.

Zerky watched the confidence grow in Slade's movements. The girly clothes seemed but a small hindrance to his pride. The hyon wrinkled his nose. Best to fix that. He snapped his fingers, and the music died.

Slade continued to dance for a moment after the music stopped. When he realized something was wrong, he looked around the room confusedly. Suddenly, several figures emerged from curtain. Zerky noted there was a case of deja vu going on about now. The black garbed men surrounded Slade, but did not touch him. The canine watched them carefully, his ears and nose twitching nervously. Another man stepped onto the stage. Like Kai, he wore nothing but an apron and a chef's hat.

The crowd instantly went wild when the light shined upon the figure. "May I introduce," Zerky shouted with vigor, "Mr. Francios Ladle, the head chef here at Redrum!" The audience cheered as the hyena stepped forward, passing the crew and standing before Slade. The hyena was about the same height as the canine, though his presence and stern posture made him appear taller. His eyes narrowed on Slade, who stepped back in fear.

"Pathetic," said Francois.

"Wha-?" Slade stared oddly at the hyena before him.

"What a waste of a man you are. Worthless." The hyena spit at the ground in front of Slade. The canine backed up, but found a pair of rough paws at his back. One of the crew members shoved him back into the center of the stage. Francois circled Slade, sneering and scoffing while he did. He reached up and ripped the flower from Slade's hair.

"Hey!" Slade shouted. Though his voice sounded angry, it quivered.

Francois ignored the yell and threw the flower to the floor. He proceeded to crush it under his foot. Once the flower was properly stamped flat, the hyena quickly grabbed hold of Slade's left arm and drew it behind his back, pinning it against him.

Slade screamed from the sharp pain, "Ow! Let go! You're hurting me! Why are you-"

Francois interrupted him reaching around with his other paw, tearing into Slade's shirt with his claws, and ripping a fist-sized hole into the front. The lapphund gasped as his chest was exposed. "What kind of man are you? You dance around in girl's clothes. Pathetic!" As the hyena tore another piece of Slade's uniform to pieces, the crowd began to chuckle. "Look at you! Can't even act like a proper man. You are worthless." He grabbed hold of Slade's sleeve and tore it harshly off.

"Stop it, please!" Slade cried. The audience's chuckling had grown louder. Soon, many of them were starting to laugh horribly at him. When Francois grabbed at his skirt and tore it to shreds, revealing the panties that Slade had underneath, the audience burst out laughing. The hyena let Slade go, shoving him down while the audience laughed at his humiliation. Slade tried to pick himself up and run, but the crew members threw him back onto the floor each time.

By the time Francois was through, Slade looked humiliated and beaten. His clothes lay in rags on the floor, barely held together pieces vaguely covering his body. His tears matted the fur around his cheeks, with the audience enjoying every moment of the lapphund's humiliation. He barely realized that the crew members had bought something out from behind the curtain. Only when several hands grab him and cleaned the rest of his clothes away did Slade start to realize that the show was not over yet.

"Hey, what's going on?" What are you doing to me?" The canine watched as a couple of crew members brought out bottles of oil. To anyone who had seen the previous show, which Slade had not, the liquid in the bottles was recognizable as the same hair-removal tonic used on the otter currently roasting in the kitchen. "Stop that! That feels weird." Slade watched helplessly as the crew removed him of fur from the neck down. However, his eyes were soon trained on the strange device next to him.

It looked like some kind of sex device for bondage, except for the rather obvious instrument at the back of it. The machine held a long metal pole, a roasting spit, with the pointy side aimed where the person would be strapped down.

Slade's eyes went wide. He stared at Zerky, but the hyon just looked past him, smiling. His gaze then went to Francois. The hyena glared down at the defeated canine, a burning fire in his eyes. "It seems you have realized that you are to be executed for your crime tonight."

"No," Slade's voice whimpered.

"It is unfortunate that you were unable to obtain a pardon. But a lowly being such as yourself... Well, I'm sure you understand." The hyena smiled wide as he slowly undid his apron.

Slade shouted, "No!" The crew members dragged him toward the portable spitting device. "You can't do this to me! I'm innocent! I didn't do it!" Tears streamed down his face as he was forced onto the device. The crew members strapped his arms and legs down, forcing him on all fours. He shivered, staring back at the spit behind him, the light making it shine. He closed his eyes, his body tense, expecting the long spit to pierce him at any minute.

But instead, he felt something warm and wet press against his nose. He opened his eyes and found Francois kneeling before him, the hyena's cock right in his face. "I'll make you a deal," the hyena said, smiling widely. "If you are able to suck me off and make me come before the spit goes through you, I'll let you live." Before Slade had much time to consider it, he watched as Francois pressed a button on a small remote. He heard the clicking noise of moving gears, and saw that the spit was beginning to move. "Better get sucking," the hyena sang.

Slade opened up and let Francois shove the entire length into his muzzle. He gagged as the thick meat wedged tightly between his jaws, but kept his composure. Closing his eyes, Slade concentrated on giving the hyena what he wanted. He pressed his lips tightly over the warm flesh, sucking on it with all his might as it rocked back and forth between his jaws. Though he tried to ignore it, the click-clack of the machine filled him with terror.

Suddenly, Slade felt something warm and wet on his tailhole. He felt two fingers roughly plow into his ass, lubing it up for the impending spit. The realization made him shiver, but suck even harder. Eventually, Francois picked up speed. His shaft thrust into Slade's mouth with purpose, and the canine heard with hopeful ears the sound of the hyena's sexual panting. Faster he went, face-fucking the canine until Slade's jaws hurt. Slade felt the tip of the spit push against his anus, just as Francois filled his throat with semen. The hyena howled in pleasure, pumping a few loads of hot seed down Slade's throat. The canine eagerly sucked it down, especially when he felt the spit stopping only an inch into his ass.

Francois, panting and spent, pulled out of Slade and stood up. He stared down at Slade with a warm smile. "That was pretty good. I'd love to keep you around as a cock sucker." Slade's heart soared. "It is unfortunate though, as you'll be dead."

Just as Slade opened his mouth to speak, Francois pressed the remote. The metal spit shot through the canine's body with easy. He barely had time to scream before the metal rod pierced his throat, silencing him forever. Slade's body quivered as the shock to his system took over. The crew members were quick, having him out of his straps and tied to the spit in no time at all.

"Doesn't he look lovely, folks?" Zerky's voice rang through the room. He approached Slade as the crew hefted him off the ground. "Slade, any last words before you're taken back to the kitchen and cooked for everyone to eat?" The canine only replied with a muffled whimper. "Wonderful!" The hyon waved him goodbye as the crew hauled him off the stage. Zerky turned to the hyena, who was busy putting his apron back on. "Francois, what recipe shall you use for this fine piece of meat?"

The hyena scratched his chin. "I was thinking of going simple, something American." He smiled at the audience. "Tonight, I will be making a sweet, honey barbeque Slade. Cooked over a roaring fire with a honey barbecue glaze so that his flesh is crispy on the outside, but juicy on the inside." With that, he bid everyone goodbye with a bow.

The audience raised in applause. Zerky hushed them some. "I hope you're all hungry, because I sure am. Don't worry folks, we'll have periodic feeds of both Jamie and Slade's progress on the monitors around the room. I hope watching these boys cook will wet your mouths, as well as your pants." He laughed and winked. With a snap of his fingers, the monitors flared up, showing Slade's body already turning over a fire, his body glistening from the glaze.

* * * * * *

The crowd enjoyed watching the images of Jamie and Slade for a few minutes before the monitors shut off. Though the audience let out a unanimously sad "Awwww," the hyon perked their spirits right up with the next introduction.

"We'll be keeping an eye of the two roasts, don't worry," he said with a toothy smile. "But now I want to introduce a new dancer tonight, a man who claims to have lived longer than a century. Let's welcome the old, young looking geezer in his first performance here at Redrum. Horatio Hornblower!"

Zerky stepped away as the lights dimmed. Two spotlights joined at the curtain. Moments later, they opened to reveal a calico cat, whose face and body looked no older than his mid twenties. He was dressed in thin fabric, his legs and arms visible through the draping cloth. His shirt barely covered his chest, leaving his midriff exposed. The music started up, a Persian theme to fit his style of clothes. Horatio strutted out onto the stage and took a pose as the music slowly picked up in beat. Once the rhythm was right, the feline began to swing his hips to the time of the music. He raised his arms up, circling his hips while twirling around.

The crowd let out an excited holler as the calico revealed his shaking ass to everyone. The thin cloth barely hid any details, and everyone could see the two jiggling mounds clearly as they swayed and circled, the only clothing blocking the entire view was a thin strap from the cat's thong. Horatio moved around the stage gracefully, keeping his movements in time to the music, while also managing to keep his booty shaking for the horny men. The calico spun around, twirling as the music grew faster. He spiraled around until he was back to the center of the stage. The music came to an end and Horatio struck a pose that made the audience cheer.

The stage went black for a few moments. When the lights came back on, Horatio had stripped himself of all but the thong. The crowd cheered even louder than before. Horatio held out his paw, and summoned a stage hand with a snap of his fingers. The figure was fast, and barely on stage. He rushed in, handed Horatio an object, and dashed away back into the darkness. The audience buzzed in wonder at what Horatio had in his hand. When the light's shifted, it become obvious. Horatio held a large, red, canine shaped dildo. Many in the audience howled in excitement.

Horatio smiled coyly as he brought the dildo to his lips. His tongue reached out and caressed the tip. The monitor's above showcased the performance in zoomed in detail. The calico's tongue bathed the dildo's tip, lapping at it like water. A few members of the crowd shouted for Horatio to suck on it. He did so, wrapping his muzzle around the tip before shoving a good few inches into his maw. The crowd ate it up. Zerky watched from the sidelines, his fangs biting into his lower lip, the pain in his groin rather hard to ignore.

The calico continued to suck on the thick, red canine dildo, using both paws to hold it in place while he took more of it into his mouth. The wet sounds of his sucking were only audible to people in the front row, a privilege the extra cost aloud them, but the entire spectacle was visible to everyone thanks to the cameras. Drool dibbled down the side of the red silicone shaft, pooling just above the knot near the base.

After a few minutes of watching, Zerky finally stepped up. A light shined upon him as he stepped close to the cat, who barely registered him and continued to entertain himself with his toy. "I know..." Zerky coughed and adjusted his pants, "that everyone, including I, love the performance so far." The audience let out a cheer of agreement. "And since I know what a big canine cock lover you are," the hyon said with a wink to the audience, "I'd like to ask - no, demand - that you knot yourself with that dildo. Right now. For everyone to enjoy." The entire crowd lit up with applause.

Horatio paused halfway through sucking. He slowly pulled the dildo from his mouth, a light pop sounded as his lips parted with the wet silicone. He smiled, licking his lips and gazing at the hyon with calculating eyes. "If everyone wants it so badly, how could I refuse?"

Zerky stepped away as the lights refocused on Horatio. The calico stood in the limelight for a bit. He chuckled, smiling like a naughty child at the hungry gaze of the eager audience. The music faded in, a slow romantic melody, with a powerful sax to burst the heart into flames of passion. Horatio swayed to the music, rubbing his body with one hand while he pressed his lips to the dildo. His free hand caressed the strain against his thong. He pulled the thin material down, letting his erection pop free. The soft pink flesh was wet and dripping, light reflecting off the dribbling pre-cum. He massaged the thick shaft, pumping a little more clear liquid onto his fingers. He brought his wet digits to his lips, and with slow, agonizing meticulation, licked each one clean.

By now the audience had begun cheering. They shouted the calico's name, begging for more. The feline granted it to them. He turned around, showing his firm behind off for the audience. The cameras caught every detail, zooming in as the cat snipped the fabric away with a single claw. The crowd's voices faded, hushed by gasps of anticipation. Horatio brought the canine dildo around, the shaft dripping wet with his saliva. He spread his cheeks, and the crowd went silent. The tip of the dildo spread the tight ring of his anus. The feline's back arched some, and he let out a loud purr as he slowly slipped the massive canine shaft into his ass. The audience moaned in pleasure along with Horatio. The dildo dug deeper, the red siliconed shaft gradually disappearing past the tight ring of flesh. WIth every wet inch, Horatio's moans grew louder. His legs trembled as the dildo finally reached the top of the knot.

A cameraman moved around the stage, capturing the feline's expression on the monitors above. The look on Horatio's face was a mixture of ecstatic bliss and reluctant pain. He panted heavily, tongue sloping to one side. He paused, taking in a large breath. The entire room fell silent. The calm seemed to last forever, until at last, Horatio pushed on. The strain in his throat could be heard everywhere thanks to the mic on the camera. One monitor showed the cat's pained expression, the other showed his progress. The thick knot slowly, painfully, agonizingly inched its way inside. The crowd seemed to be on the edge of their seats, many of them most likely about ready to blow in a moment's notice.

The camera at Horatio's backside zoomed in. Everyone watched as the calico gave one final shove and thrust the bulbous knot into his hole. The cheer from the crowd was thunderous. Applause echoed across the room, and several patrons stood in respect for the feline's amazing feat. Horatio breathed a heavy sigh of relief before winking to the camera.

Zerky scurried back on stage, paws clapping wildly. "Bravo!" he cried, though only a few could properly hear him. He did his best to quiet everyone down, eventually having to use some feedback with the mic to settle the room down. "I'm sure Horatio is very proud, and quite happy for your applause, but the show is not over yet." He waved to the back of the stage, as a large device with a cylindrical glass tube was being wheeled out. "Horatio has eagerly agreed to try out a new routine never seen before at Redrum. I won't spoil it for you, and instead will just let the performance speak for itself."

He stepped back as the stage crew wheeled the strange device to the front of the stage. Horatio stood straight, much to everyone's surprise, and made his way over to the machine. The glass tube slid up on a set of tracks, allowing Horatio to step inside. The tube came back down once he was inside. The sound of several locks clapping shut resounded right after. The audience watched with curiosity as the machine slowly hummed to life. A red warning light flashed at the top. A rhythmic beep-beep started up, growing faster as the device suddenly sprang to full life. Suddenly, a light mist filled the cylinder. Horatio was unconcerned as the fog filled the entirety of the tube, clouding him from view. The beeping subsided moments later, and the red light stopped flashing soon after that. The fog eventually cleared, and the audience stared with disappointment when they discovered that nothing had changed with Horatio.

Perhaps sensing their disapproval, Horatio gave them a wink, and waved his finger as if to say, "That's not all, folks." The machine sprang to life once again. This time, eight blinding lights burst on, casting Horatio splendid luminescence. The crowd "Oohed and ahhed" as the feline's entire body was lit up in a dazzling brilliance.

Zerky's voice resounded over the speakers. "And now, my fine gentlemen, the true show starts." It did not take long for everyone to see what he meant. Horatio slapped a hand against the glass, and when he brought it back, part of his hand remained on the glass. However, what was left behind was not flesh and fur, but rather a small glob of Horatio-colored goop. The audience let out a shocked gasp as they realized what was happening. Horatio's body was melting. Flesh and fur seemed to merge as globs of Horatio began to fall from his arms and drip down his torso and legs.

Despite it all, Horatio looked to be in utter bliss. He slapped his body against the side of the glass, splattering goo everywhere. His cock, though obviously melting into liquid, still seemed to retain some form of erection. The feline rocked his semi-liquid form against the glass, shoving the pink mass up and down against the tube. His moans echoed in the chamber, even as the sound of them become more and more watery. His form slowly sank, pooling into a puddle at the bottom of the chamber. Still, he ravaged the glass with his body, straining to make every second count. Even with his knees dissolved into liquid, his arms two vague masses against the glass, and his face's features blended together into an indistinguishable mess, the feline continued his desire.

At long last, just before his cock fully merged with the rest of him, he let out a climactic spray of goo all over the glass. Though the slime was no different looking than the rest of him, it was clear from the final, gloppy sigh, that Horatio had garnered his release. His body melted into a large puddle of white, orange, and black, and in the center of the puddle floated a large, red canine dildo.

The crowd let out an applause that rocked the room. Zerky joined them in their cheering as he entered the stage and stood beside the device. "Wasn't he wonderful? What a performance, folks. What a truly wonderful performance." A pair of stage hands came out and began to wheel the device offstage. Zerky waved at the device as if he were waving goodbye to Horatio. With a chuckle he turned back to the audience. "I hope everyone enjoyed our newest attraction. If you want to see it again, be sure to leave a comment in the comment box before you leave tonight. We have another tantalizing performance coming up very soon. Sit back and enjoy." Just before walking off, the hyon remembered something. "Oh yes, and do look forward to a rather exotic dessert after dinner. I've never had Horatio-flavored ice cream before, and I'm betting neither have any of you."

* * * * * *

Zerky stepped backstage to check on the next act. He nervously looked around, checking for the other otter for the evening. Thankfully, his nerves were calmed as Ket came around a corner. The otter was dressed in what might be called 'tribal' clothing. A grass skirt covered his lower half, with armbands of leaves and vine, and a ring of tropical flowers around his head. Zerky motioned for him to hurry up. "You're on in one minute. Get your ass ready," he whispered harshly at the nervous otter.

Ket shook and looked around anxiously. "I'm sorry, Sir. I just... Do I have to dance with that snake?"

Zerky grunted and rolled his eyes. "Yes, you do. Diego is an excellent performer and is very professional. Besides... We wouldn't want your little secret getting out, would we?"

At the sight of the hyon's toothy smile, Ket nearly buckled. "No! Sir... We wouldn't."

"Good boy. Now get out there and dance. And sell that ass, or else." Zerky quickly hurried back out on stage and addressed the audience. "Sorry for the slight delay, folks. Up next we have Ket, an otter who shall be doing a performance this evening with the very long, and very voracious, Diego Estomago!"

As the hyon stepped offstage, the curtain opened to reveal Ket. The otter meekly inched further downstage. The crowd stared at him, their judgement hotter than the spotlights upon his skin. When the thunder of tribal drums sprang to life, the otter nearly jumped out of his fur. He looked back at Zerky, the hyon hidden in shadows just offstage. Zerky glared and swiped at his throat with a finger to indicate Ket's fate if he did not start dancing.

With a nervous gulp, the otter finally complied. He swayed awkwardly to the rhythm of the drums, trying to match his hip movements to the beat as best he could. He had not had much rehearsal time, so the choreographer had told him to just try and dance like a hula dancer would. Ket rocked his hips, letting the grass skirt shake and sway. The lucky front row viewers were able to see that the otter sported nothing under his skirt, and were able to watch the package sway as he moved his hips. Eventually, Ket spread his arms out like a hula dancer and waved them up and down rather amaturely. The effect was not all that impressive, especially compared to the previous performers, and the audience's murmurs of dislike quickly became apparent.

Sensing the drop in customer approval, Zerky quickly shifted gears and moved the act along further himself. He instructed the sound technicians to change the music. The rhythm of the drums changed, going from tribal dancing to tribal warfare. Ket stopped moving when he heard the hyon's voice say, "Uh-oh, it looks like a dangerous anaconda has found our little tribal otter." On cue, Diego slithered out slowly from behind the curtain. The beat of the drums resembled the rhythm of a beating heart. Ket remained motionless, his body shivering, unable to move. Diego slithered closer, his long serpentine form swayed from side to side as he carefully approached the quivering otter. "Look out little otter, he's right on top of you!"

Ket finally found the nerve to turn around. The little otter went pale at the looming figure of the naga before him. With drooping ears, a twitching nose, and knocking knees, Ket looked ready to die from fear alone.

"Dance," hissed Diego.

Ket nervously asked, "Wh-What?"

"Dance for me, or else I will devour you whole." The naga's tail slithered gracefully up Ket's thigh. Before the otter could react, Diego had pushed the tip of his tail under the waistband of the grass skirt and tore it off with one strong pull.

The crowd's reaction was far more positive. They applauded the naked otter, a few whistling their satisfaction at seeing his butt. Ket tried to hop away, but Diego's tail was already coiled around him by the time he attempted to flee. The anaconda pulled him closer, Ket whimpering and begging to be let go. Diego ran his hand down the otter's head, scratching at the back of his neck while staring deeply into his eyes. "Do not fear me, my little almuerzo. Just relax and stare deeply into my eyes." Ket was unable to resist the naga's powerful gaze. Everyone watched as his struggles soon ceased, his body going limp in Diego's grip. The otter gazed up with a blank face, his jaw slacked. "Muy bueno," cooed Diego. "Now, when I let you go you shall dance for me. Worship me, caress me, offer yourself to me. Pleasure me like the puta you are."

Diego slowly loosened his hold on Ket. The naga's tail casually slid down the otter's body, and once it no longer touched him, Ket bounced into action., The audience gasped and buzzed at the sudden change in the otter's demeanor. The nervous creature from before was gone. Now, dancing before them was a man filled with purpose. He pranced around Diego, making over the naga's body like a child looking over a new toy. Diego curled his thick body over itself, settling into a comfortable position while the otter danced around him.

Whatever had happened to Ket, he was no longer nervous about being naked in front of everyone. His shaft poked from from its sheath, proud and bobbing as he danced for the naga's approval. Diego watched him intently, his tongue flicking out periodically from the smile on his face. Two pink members slithered out from the slit at the naga's waist. Ket noticed them quickly, and nearly launched himself at them. He knelt before the naga, using his tongue to lather one of the shafts while he massaged the other with both paws. Diego hissed blissfully at the attention. He placed a hand on Ket's head and held it in place as he shoved one of his dicks into the otter's eager maw. Ket took it happily, closing his eyes and blissfully suckling on the long shaft. Diego was quick to thrust his hips, shoving a good amount down the otter's throat. Ket let go of the other cock to steady himself, before Diego plowed into him, fucking the otter's avid and drooling muzzle with no worries or cares. The second shaft slapped him in the face with each thrust, spilling drops of pre-cum onto the otter's cheek.

Diego pulled Ket off after a minute. The otter's mouth stayed open, a mix of drool and pre cascading down his chin. Without giving the otter more than a second to catch his breath, Diego plunged his face down onto the other cock. The wet sounds of Ket slurping over the soft flesh in his mouth drove the crowd wild. They cheered the otter on, hoping to see Ket's face get painted. They're wish came true, as both cocks erupted at once when Diego hit his climax. Globs of hot white painted one side of Ket's face, soaking into his fur and cascading down his cheek like thick tears. Jizz spilled from his muzzle, despite how hungry he was to lap it up, coating his chin with warm naga seed.

It was too much for Ket in the end, and the otter fall back, coughing up a large amount of cum from his mouth. He fell on all fours, dazed, coughing, but still very much aroused. "I'm not done with you yet, puta." Ket looked up at the naga's grinning facade. He rubbed the splooge into his dicks, beckoning for Ket to stand. "Come and sit, little nutria. Déjame llenar tu cuerpo, antes de que me lo como." Ket nodded and stood up. Diego reached out and grabbed him, twisting him around so that the otter's back was to his chest.

Ket gasped as the two wet cocks pressed firmly against his ass cheeks. They poked at his anus, prodding it, begging to be let in. Diego's endurance seemed uncanny, the naga's twin cocks had not lost a single speck of hardness, even after coming. He kept a good grip on Ket's thighs, spreading the otter's legs out to give his dicks ample room. Ket closed his eyes and bit his lip as the twin heads pushed his hole open. He gasped and whined as the double shafts followed, spreading him to the limit. Diego was not very gentle. He thrust his cocks in hard, making Ket's face go wide with shock. Diego fucked Ket's body without remorse. Their bodies slapped together, the naga shoving every ounce of power into each thrust. Ket struggled and squirmed, but his cries were full of pleasure. It was obvious he was drawing close. His face contorted as the rush grew closer, the heat in his body grew, and the quivering in his loins reached its maximum.

Ket's release was a mixed blessing. As his cock shuddered and squirted a tremendous amount for a mammal his size, and two hot jets of seed drilled into his ass, Diego's jaws clamped down around his head. The otter was too lost in the moment to react at first. Diego slurped his head into the back of his throat with a single gulp, working his lips around the otter's shoulders with practiced ease. Ket's ass leaked cum as it was tugged off the twin cocks. It was not until his chest was halfway in before Ket realized what was happening. The shock of it all seemed to wake his senses, and he began to kick and struggle against the tight grip of the naga's gullet.

His efforts proved to do little, if anything at all. Diego easily slurped several inches of the otter down, despite how much he fought it. The bulge that Ket made in his body was put up on the screens for all to enjoy. It wiggled and thrashed as it slid further down, the otter's terrified face somewhat visible against the tight contours of Diego's scales. Eventually it stopped moving. Diego paused when he got to Ket's feet. With his forked tongue, he lashed lightly against the soles of Ket's paws. The otter-shaped lump suddenly lurched, and a very faint laugh could be heard to those in the front row. Diego played with Ket's paws, tickling them with his tongue unforgivingly while he rubbed the jiggling lump in his body.

Once he had his fill, Diego ended the last bit of torture rather mercifully. His jaws clamped shut around the kicking feet, sealing them from the outside world. One good swallow sent them, and the rest of the otter, down a one way tunnel into the naga's long body, settling about halfway down the naga's serpentine form. The crowd erupted into applause, giving Diego and Ket a standing ovation for their performance. The naga bowed to the crowd a few times before slithering behind the curtain.

Diego was greeted almost immediately by a fox with dark purple fur. "Hi there," he said in a gleeful voice, his eyes staring at the bulge in the naga's body. "Do you mind if rub it? He is - was, my friend."

"No problem, amigo. I've got nothing to do but... digest."

The fox, Nova, bent down and placed his paws on the curves where Ket's body was. The form shuddered, showing that Ket was not out just yet. "Hey there Ket. Not sure if you can hear me, but you did great out there. The audience loved it." The bulge swayed slightly. "I'm sorry I lied to you, but when Mr. DeVore approached me about this place, I figured it would be the perfect opportunity for both of us to finally reach our proper place in the world." He rubbed the spot where Ket's head was. "Don't worry, I'll be getting what's coming to me soon enough." Diego asked if he could go, and Nova begrudgingly agreed. He waved the otter goodbye for the last time, a warm smile on his vulpine face.

Zerky threw himself on stage, roaring jubilantly at the cheer and approval. "Wasn't that a great show, everyone? We'll be taking a small intermission so everyone can order drinks, go to the bathroom, and clean up their cum stains. By the way, stain removers are on sale, and be sure to tip your waiters in more than just gropes." The lights around the stage went dim, and the hyon slipped off to the back to get the last acts of the evening ready.

To be continued...