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“You’re on in five, Kelly. It’s a special show, too, so be ready for the long haul.”

Kelly nodded absently. “Yeah, I know...I’m ready for it. They’ll be hot and bothered after Angirus has his fun.” There was a moment of silence that suggested that he hadn’t quite done quite enough to put his boss at ease, so he looked up at the Anubismon with a grin. “I’m good for it, Thesh, it’s not my first rodeo.”

“Well, take care to get wrangled the right way. There’s a few rough ones in the crowd, and they’ll be getting ideas after the end of part one.”

“Well, as long as those ideas don’t involve anything too bad, the bouncers won’t have to get involved. Angirus will help keep them in line, too.”

After a moment, Thesh nodded, satisfied. “Well, I’m glad to hear it. You’re a popular one, and you’re the reason there’s an especially big and needy crowd. We might make them more common if you’re game...but we can discuss that later. Knock ’em out!”

Kelly nodded and rose up from his seat, following his boss out and then breaking towards backstage. He took a bit of a peek out past the stage without letting himself be seen; Thesh hadn’t been lying, the club was packed. An audience of vastly diverse shapes and sizes, all there to see him...in the past, it would’ve terrified him, but now he was used to it. Even if this crowd was bigger than most...well, that was because of the special tonight. And he was looking forward to that, too, more than he even let on to Thesh.

What a change from the first time. Broke, hungry, desperate for a job in the digital world, he’d learned he couldn’t be picky. He had to take what was offered...and what was offered was a job at the club, dancing for patrons. As it turned out, that was only the start of it: it wasn’t just any club, it was a sex club, and he wasn’t just dancing on stage, he was going to be screwed. He’d been a virgin at the time, and the idea of getting nailed not just by a digimon but in front of lots of other people had been crazy frightening...but he needed the money, and a place to stay, so he’d accepted it and bore through it. And it turned out to be a good choice - not only was he slowly building up a savings, not only did he have a place to stay, but he was actually enjoying the acts now. Of course, he had a lot to thank his partner Angirus for that…

The music started up, and Kelly knew that was his cue. There was always a bit of nervousness as he made his first strides onto the stage, but it wasn’t nearly enough to cause stage fright at this point; the audience wasn’t here just for his dancing, after all, so the pressure was pretty low. Still, he wanted to give his best impression, so when he came out onto the stage, it was with confidence and self-assuredness, no hint of intimidation despite the many, many digimon in the crowd that were quite a bit larger and stronger than he was. That they would want to see…that was why he was one of the favorites.

There was some cheering, clapping, and whooping as the rather small human stepped onto the stage, wearing nothing but a very skimpy thong. He strode up to the pole in the center, swaying with a bit of sensuality, playing it up for the crowd. So many eyes on him, hungry for an eyeful of what was still remaining hidden...they’d get it, but they’d have to wait for a bit, and Kelly was determined to whet their appetites.

Taking hold of the pole, he started to swing around, moving in rhythm to the music. It was semi-practiced, he didn’t have a set routine but he did have particular sets in mind, and with familiar music pieces he tended to do similar moves each time. Swaying, twirling, lifting, and plenty of shaking his rear at the beasts in the crowd, soaking in their attention and getting them all worked up for the main event. Grins and winks every now and then at particular patrons also helped; he loved the reactions some of them had, whether they were fawning or aggressive.

They didn’t come to see him dance; they came to see him get nailed, and to be the ones doing the nailing eventually. But Kelly had learned, by this point, how worthwhile the build-up was. A good dance before the show tended to lead to more attention, more attention led to more tips and customers, and more tips and customers meant better finances and more fun. If there was one thing he’d found, it was that digimon appreciated confidence, even if that confidence was in someone who was inevitably going to slut himself out to them. Maybe he was a cockslut, but they liked that he was a bold and brazen one. The dancing led them on, built them up, so that they’d be ever more eager to book a room with him afterwards, and go to town on him with even more energy. Seeing lines for him, well, that was a bit of an ego boost.

As the second song came to an end, the back of the stage darkened a bit, and another figure appeared from behind the curtain. Kelly paid it no particular outward attention, but he knew what was happening and he was fully ready for it. On the last few measures, he stepped away from the pole, which receded into the stage, stepping back towards the darkness with sensual swaying. Once the speakers fell silent, the lights came on, and from behind Kelly was grabbed on the sides by bright red-orange, long-clawed hands. More response from the crowd rang out as they got a good full look at Angirus, a Guilmon and Kelly’s most frequent partner for the on-stage shows.

The most striking thing at first glance was the difference in size; Angirus stood almost a foot taller than the average Guilmon, and well over the admittedly puny human. This had not been how it had started out; when Kelly had first started, Kelly had been taller, although only slightly. At some point, they’d done a special show involving some size shifting, making Kelly smaller and Angirus larger to really get the crowd riled up; something had gone a bit wrong and they had been unable to revert at the end of the show. A solution for it had been found, but by the time it was both of them were enjoying the new dynamic more than the old, and they’d decided to stick with it. No doubt the digimon in the crowd approved; not only did they enjoy such visual displays of digimon superiority, but they especially liked humans that looked easy to dominate and overpower. And Kelly had to admit, his reduced size made that FAR easier, and he enjoyed it as much as they did.

There was a brief pause before a new music track came on, and Kelly and Angirus went into another, well-practiced dance. A partner was very different from a pole - now the sensuality didn’t just come from his own movements but also from the interaction with the reptile. And quite a bit of interaction there was, grinding and grabbing and rubbing of every sort working the two into a fiery lust just as easily as they were working the crowd. It felt almost like a pursuit, and in a way it was, the choreography was meant to evoke the image of the Guilmon wearing the human down before claiming him as his prize. It wasn’t their only routine by a long shot, but it was a popular one.

Kelly had to admit, he was always impressed by how fluidly Angirus moved around. The dino didn’t look like he was built for dancing, with shorter legs and a less upright frame, but he showed a surprising grace on the stage, something that he had admitted to Kelly that he’d put a lot of effort into. He’d always liked dancing, despite not being a natural, and he’d worked hard to get decent at it. This sort of environment was ideal for him - low pressure, the ability to just enjoy what he did without having to worry too much about comparing himself to others, and crowds that wouldn’t care too much if he didn’t look as natural. To Kelly, he was the superior one, but Angirus would have refused to accept that to the end of time.

After several minutes of their mesmerizing movements, Angirus pulled Kelly close, and the two exchanged a gaze into each other’s eyes. The energy channeled between that look was obvious to both of them; they were hot, horny, and ready to take the action to the next phase. The Guilmon slid a claw under the band of the thong and ripped it away, letting Kelly’s erection pop out to an eager response from the crowd. He was on the smaller side down there, too, a fact which many digimon were all too happy to point out to him; at this point, though, it didn’t really bother him much, he didn’t need to have much to provide the entertainment THEY wanted.

A shift to the side, and Angirus was also visible to the onlookers. He was a start contrast, well-hung even for his size, and his shape was radically different, pointed at the tip, a few bumps on the underside of the base of the head, and fleshy spikes dotting the sides all the way down to the girthy knot near the Guilmon’s slit. The proximity of their cocks highlighted the drastic difference in scale, to the approval of the crowd. They also seemed to like the firmer grip and more dominant gaze Angirus was giving off now, as well as the submissive and retreating pose Kelly was showing. It looked more and more like Angirus was asserting his will on the human, intending to make him his own.

Which was both true and not. Everything between the two of them was done mutually - it had been from the very start, and Angirus was adamant that he would never do anything to Kelly that Kelly didn’t personally approve. On the other hand, he was naturally aggressive, and Kelly enjoyed the impression of being overpowered as much as the crowd enjoyed the spectacle, so he’d long since given Angirus every leeway to impose himself on him on the stage. Indeed, he could see the desire in Kelly in a way few others could, knew he wasn’t crossing any lines...that made it all the hotter to him.

He moved decisively now, knowing exactly how to put on the best show. Kelly was pushed down slowly, falling onto his back, head facing the crowd; then, Angirus grabbed his legs, spreading them wide and bending him back. His ass was thus upturned, the Guilmon’s cock rubbing against it, every bit of it visible to the onlookers. All eyes were locked on that point, where the digimon’s dick was primed to enter into the human’s rear…

And a cheer arose as Angirus slammed in, hammering home up to the bulge of his knot, Kelly’s ass opening wide for the thick pole. Both heads were thrown back in a display of incredible pleasure, eyes shut tight as the sensations, familiar as they were, threatened to overwhelm them. No time was wasted on lingering on those sensations, though, there was a show to put on. Angirus began bucking in at a rapid clip, noisy squelching arising with each thrust as his natural wetness and precum slicked up the human’s passage and started making a drippy mess down his body. No matter how many times he did it, the tight clutch of Kelly’s ass was an unrivaled heaven to the Guilmon; it was part of what made him so drawn to Kelly and enjoy him so much as a performance partner.

Kelly was in bliss himself, dribbling pre out of his own cock as he rode out the waves of ecstasy being drilled into him. Angirus was HOT, the Guilmon’s virus-fueled inner flame raging hard within the sensitive flesh, radiating out into his body with every burning spearing he got. He was incredibly sensitive to the fire; he’d willingly let himself be infected with Angirus’s virus long ago, enacting that effect and making the fucking radically more pleasurable, and he’d never regretted it for a second. And just the size of him, the stretching his ass was getting from the huge piece...everything together made this special for him, he would always love getting screwed by digimon but Angirus was always the best, the one he cared about the most. And it was a bit of pride to him that everyone else had the chance to see it, to know what they had together.

The crowd was fully engaged now, making plenty of noise as they watched the Gulimon’s shaft drive down over and over into the human’s passage, sloppy and steaming. The obvious pleasure between the two of them made the show even better, they were totally lost in it and unrestrained in their expression, nothing artificial about it. Many of them wished it was them in the Guilmon’s position, fucking Kelly and making him cry out passionately with every motion, showing him the time of his life...oh, they would have their chance at him eventually, but it would be tough to compete with what they were seeing now.

Soon enough, Angirus’s growls started to rise up over the raucous crowd, and he started slamming down harder, his knot smacking wetly against Kelly’s rear with loud slaps. His claws were gripping Kelly’s legs tight, spreading them wider and leaning him back a little more to make sure no one missed out on the sight. The stage was starting to get slick with sweat and precum, forcing Kelly to grab onto the dino’s legs to avoid being shoved around too much. He could feel the knot working its way in, his ass stretching more and more and the heat rising further...he nearly screamed out as his orgasm hit hard, his cock shooting all over himself, the magnitude of his pleasure made clear to all watchers, who were cheering nice and loud at the sight. Shots of white streamed down over his chest, even onto his face, making things so much messier, not that he cared, it felt far too good to worry about how he looked.

Then, at long last, Angirus rammed his knot inside, overcoming the added tightness Kelly was giving him through his climax to lock himself into the human and start shooting his burning-hot semen. A blazing fire arose deep inside Kelly, prolonging his orgasm through mind-bending pleasure that beat through him with every pump of cum that entered his body. Dimly he recognized the raving of the crowd, through blurred vision he could see them standing and whooping, loving the sight of the two completing their act in sensational fashion. It was almost too bad they couldn’t X-ray through to see Angirus’s dick painting his walls directly...well, maybe some of them could, he couldn’t tell. They would see it whatever way they wanted...all that mattered to him was that they were entertained.

Finally, the crowd settled down a bit, their loads tapered off, and the scene reached its end. Kelly was panting a bit, but still in pretty good shape - after as much practice as he’d had, he knew how to take it and be ready for more. A good thing, too...he gave Angirus a nod, and got an affirmation back from the dino, who gripped down and pulled, his knot eventually drawing out with a loud pop, leaving a sticky mess around his hole as he extracted himself. That got another nice response, it always seemed to be a hit for some reason...Kelly felt it quite a bit, but he’d gotten used to that too.

He pushed himself onto his knees, facing the eager patrons with a smile. They looked especially rowdy and randy this time around...and there was no mystery why. This was a special show - an audience participation event, where lucky digimon could come up and have a stage performance with him of their own. These weren’t common, he’d only done a few of them - they were lots of fun, but messy and hard to control. Angirus was good at keeping things in line, though, and the Guilmon’s grin stayed tough and unwavering as he stood in front of Kelly, assuring them all that he wasn’t going to allow any nonsense.

“You all know the rules - one at a time, and don’t bogart our performer. Our first number is 36...if your ticket’s got that number, step on up and have fun!”

Kelly watched as a Veedramon pushed his way forward and stepped up on stage, eyeing up the human with a predatory smile as he handed his ticket to Angirus for confirmation. He was packing heavy, no doubt it would be a wild ride...and he was more than ready. The night had just begun...