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[b][u][center]Made for the Stage

For Gezro

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Vic wasn’t that impressed with the strip club that his bosses had sent him to. It wasn’t [i]bad,[/i] if you were into the furry scene, but that wasn’t really his thing. And this place only seemed to put vixens on the stage. Orange-furred, white-furred, it didn’t matter: vixens with large breasts and wide hips were this club’s bread and butter, but he preferred his ladies human. Furless and tailless.

[i]Still, give some of ‘em a shave, and they wouldn’t be bad,[/i] he admitted. [i]At least, from behind.[/i]

Tapping his fingers on his table, Vic glanced around the room. Most of the other customers had already given up on getting anything from the strippers. It was late, the other bums long-gone back to whatever lives they had elsewhere. The ones that were still around were drunk enough to think that they stood a chance to get one of the vixens’ attention, or they were just about ready to pass out. The other vixen workers, ranging from the bartender across the way or the one server that moved from table to table, kept glancing his way as if waiting for him to leave.

Of course, he wasn’t planning to do anything of the sort. Not without the family’s money.

“Sir?”

He looked up at the server. White-furred and barely dressed in more than a bra and panties, the vixen looked down at him with a concerned smile. Vic could see the antsy, nervous look behind her eyes and barely restrained a chuckle.

“Yeah?”

“Are you planning on getting another drink?”

“Not really.”

“Well, we are getting ready to close –”

“Then it’d be good for the owner to come for a chat. She here?” Vic asked.

“…”

“Go get her. That’s a good girl.”

Waving the vixen off, he settled back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. The long black pants he wore, combined with the suit jacket and tie, made him feel like one of the big guys in the old mafia movies. He knew that wasn’t what the family wore these days – too expensive for some of ‘em, and definitely too obvious for some of the shit they did – but it looked damn good on him. Showed off his muscles, his height, everything, and it made him feel like the sort of respectable muscle that the family should have.

Made him feel good.

The server went to the stage and waved at the orange vixen dancing on it. He rolled his eyes, wondering if she was going for back-up or something like that. The dancer turned to look at him, staring for a moment, before she smiled and whispered something to the server.

No sooner had they finished their conversation than the server walked to the bar and the dancer hopped down from the stage. The orange-red vixen swayed as she walked over to him, one hand on her hips, her clothing even skimpier than the server. The dancer was down to two pasties on her chest and a thong that was so skimpy that he was half-sure that he could see the puffy parts of her pussy lips.

If she had been human, it would have been the sexiest thing in the world. As it was, it was mildly alluring, but that was as far as it went for him.

“So, you’re the one that’s refusing to leave and keeping us from closing,” the vixen said, leaning on his table and smiling down at him. “What’s the occasion?”

“Are you the owner?” Vic asked.

“That’s me.”

“You dance?”

“For the right clients.”

Vic uncrossed his legs and sat up straight. Without taking his eyes off the vixen, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. Sliding it across the table, he tapped it.

“I’m here for the family.”

“Oh. They want money again?”

“You want protection for this establishment, you know what you gotta do.”

“Mmmm, and you’re going to collect one way or another, are you? They sent a tough guy like you to try and scare it out of little old me?”

Vic shrugged. It wasn’t up to him to figure out why the family did what it did; all he had to do was make sure that he did what he was told.

“Well, I don’t know if we can just –”

“Lady. I’m here to get the goods for the family and go home. If you got the money, then gimme the money. If you don’t, then I gotta send a message for the family, and I don’t want to spend the whole night here. So, tell me which one it’s gonna be, and do it fast.”

“…You are a feisty one,” the vixen said with a small chuckle. “Come with me. We’ll talk, and I’ll get one more dance in.”

“Ain’t gonna change my mind,” he said as he got to his feet.

“Who said anything about changing your mind? I prefer to change…other things.” The vixen winked. “My name’s Selene. And you are?”

“Vic.”

“Well, Vic, how about you come with me, I’ll give you a quick dance, and then I’ll hand over the money at the end of things? Unless you have someone waiting for you or something like that, I can’t imagine a man like you saying no to a gorgeous woman giving him a good time.”

“Fine. But I ain’t leaving here without the money, or some blood on my knuckles.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get everything that the family has coming to them.”

Shaking his head, he got to his feet and followed in her wake, passing by the stage and the server from earlier. She glared at him, her arms crossed over her chest, and he rolled his eyes in turn. It wasn’t his fault that she was pissed off. If anything, she should have been blaming her boss for making her wait this long. He was only still here because this Selene was making it take too long; if she could just give him the damn protection money, he would have been on his way already, and they could have all had an earlier night.

And he would have been back in the arms of his sweetheart. That would have been so much better.

They walked down the back halls of the club, eventually turning into an open doorway. The small VIP room was well-lit, at least, and the plush seat before the stage was clean looking. He rolled his eyes as he got comfortable in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest as the barely-dressed vixen stood with her back to him, her thong pulled tight between her ass cheeks and leaving them hanging out just a bit.

“How long you going to dance?” he asked.

“Oh, as long as I like.”

“I’m just here for the money.”

“Oh? Most men would like looking at someone like me.”

“I’m more for human girls, Selene.”

“Is that so? And why’s that? Do you have someone that’s waiting for you?”

“Heh. Maybe.”

“Poor girl; you’re staring at me when you could be looking at her.”

“And you’re keeping me here when you could be giving me the money to leave,” Vic said, shaking his head. “Just get on with it.”

Selene shrugged, turning to look back at the pole. She rolled her hips from left to right, and then back again. Her hands went up, and then slowly rolled down along her sides, teasing herself, showing off every curve that she had. As the orange-red vixen teased herself, running her hands along her hips and then over her ass, Vic just watched.

Despite himself, he had to admit that she looked good. He kept telling himself that she’d look better as a human, but he still…enjoyed it. The way that her ass swung from side to side, the way that she seemed to enjoy her curves, the way that she flaunted herself as he watched: all that was hard to take his eyes from, and he had to admit that she looked pretty damn good. Any human woman would have had him all over her like this, and this…

Well, he had to admit that he was getting at least a little bit of a hard-on. Much as he would have preferred otherwise.

She turned around, leaning forward and resting one hand on his shoulder. She didn’t quite sit on him, but she leaned forward enough that her barely-covered breasts bounced in front of him, her chest thrust forward, her breasts all but leaping out of her bra to show themselves to him. He stared right at them, and his breath caught in his throat as she came so close to shoving his head between them.

“Look at that. Staring at some vixen’s breasts. I thought you were supposed to be so interested in your girlfriend.”

“Fiancé,” he muttered.

“Mmmm, even worse,” Selene said, lowering her hips and pressing down just enough for him to feel the heat between her legs against his crotch every time that she slid close. “You’re here, engaged, and staring at someone like me. What a naughty boy. Is that dick of yours keeping you doing naughty things, hmm? Are you thinking about all the things that you could do to me right now, if only I let you? Or…are you fantasizing about the sorts of things that I might bribe the big, bad thug with if only I didn’t have to pay the protection money this month, hmmm? Is that the sort of thing that gets you hard and wanting?”

It was hard for him to think clearly. She was completely different to the other women that he talked to, the other businesses that he collected the protection money from. The other boys in the family had told him that this was a weird place, but he’d never imagined that it would be like this.

[i]Fuck, she’s…she’s not supposed to be this hot,[/i] Vic thought as she leaned closer still, trailing a finger down the back of his neck and just under his ear. [i]What the hell…why is she…she’s not supposed to be this fucking hot…[/i]

And yet, she was. He squirmed in his chair, not sure what to say or do, only knowing that he didn’t dare say anything with the way that she was all over him. The whole point was to get the money. Maybe if he just endured it –

“What’s she like?” the vixen asked, slowly turning in place, rolling around so her rump pressed against his crotch instead.

“What?”

“What’s your fiancé like?” she asked again, looking over her shoulder. “As hot as me? Or do you just like ugly girls?”

“Fuck off. She’s…she’s perfect. Just like the rest of my life.”

“Oh, really? And what makes your life so perfect?”

Vic grunted. The questions weren’t what he expected from some random stripper, even one that owned a strip joint. He shouldn’t answer, he knew. She might be some sort of mole for the police or some shit like that. It’d be better to keep his mouth shut, or better still, to teach the vixen a lesson for fucking with someone like him.

Instead –

“Heh…got everything I need, don’t I?” he muttered. “Got a girl that loves me, and wants to be my dame. Got an apartment that’s all mine and the chance to get a house. Got the family on my side, looking to make me something better. I’m a made man, girl. Ain’t nothing wrong with my life, and a hell of a lot right with it.”

Why was he talking like that? This was some random stripper. He didn’t need to answer her questions. He should be –

“Mmm, sounds like you’ve been doing a lot. I don’t like arrogant men, but I think that you might be an exception.”

She sat on his lap, her hands reaching around back and grabbing him around the waist. She pressed herself back, almost encouraging him to touch her, to feel her, to rest his hands against her waist as well. They touched, they slid, they ground for a moment, and when she stood, he stood with her.

Vic wasn’t even thinking straight anymore. He just…felt like he was moving along with her, enjoying that touch, letting it keep going. What –

“Of course, men like you have to be made, but I suppose that there’s a point to some of you,” Selene said, turning to face him again. She moved forward, and he moved back; she moved back, and he moved forward. “There’s always going to be the need for someone to point a gun or swing a bat at someone else. But a big man like you…you’re replaceable, aren’t you?”

Vic didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that he was moving, dancing, swaying to the motions that she made. The vixen’s body was all that he could see, and he was following her, barely keeping up as she walked toward the stage.

[i]Strip.[/i]

The word popped into his mind, and unlike the other times that he’d thought it while looking at his girl or while out and about with the other women around, he was thinking about how it would feel to take off his clothes. It was a weird, powerful thought, one that left his skin itching and burning with the desire to take it all off. He panted as he followed the vixen toward the stage in the middle of the room, climbing up after her without a second thought.

They moved together on the stage, his head fuzzy and his body warm. He couldn’t think of anything but the next step, the next move, the next sway. His hips were moving like hers, he realized, swaying from side to side in a way that nobody could call masculine. Side to side, back and forth, always in motion and never quite right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Selene looked him in the eye, smirking as she did. She moved closer, cupping his face, and his hands moved to cup hers. They were a mirror to one another, and he couldn’t understand how…or why…

Or care…

“That’s it. You’re getting it. A bit of a dull man, but not too bad. Why don’t you let me see what I’m working with?”

“Nnngh?”

Couldn’t even get a word out. The vixen smirked.

“That’s it. Just dance with me. Dance just…like…me…”

Just like her.

Just like her.

She reached for her chest, cupping her breasts through the skimpy excuse for a bra she wore, and his hands moved to his chest. He could feel his heart racing, his blood pumping hard and fast through his veins. He wasn’t even paying attention as his hands moved like hers did, pulling apart. His jacket opened and spread, rolling down his shoulders, running down his arms as he threw them back, just like her.

Something fell. His jacket? Forgotten. He only had eyes for her as she kept dancing and he kept moving with her.

Step, step, strut.

Step, step, pose.

Step, step, chest out.

Selene smirked at him as she ran her hands up her chest, then down to her waist. He moved with her, his legs kicking down just like she did. He felt something move, something slide away, and then he wasn’t quite as tall. For a brief moment, the ground felt different underfoot than it had, but then the moment passed, and he was just focused on staring at her again.

His hands moved up, copying her reach. The buttons on his shirt came undone, the tie came off, and everything slid down and away. It was just…going away, fading from him, clothing forgotten as soon as it hit the ground.

All he had to do was move.

All he had to do was dance.

“That’s it. That’s such a good boy. All you thugs are nothing more than muscles in a skin-suit, aren’t you?” Selene asked, running her hands down his bare sides, her fingers resting on his hips just as his rested on her hips. “Made men, alright. Made into nothing but what the family wants you to be. Not an original thought in that head, is there?”

“Nnngh…”

“A caveman, just there to threaten people and knock them around when they step out of line. Isn’t that a pathetic sort of life?”

“Nnngh?”

“Well, I guess there’s some people interested in it.”

Her hands left his hips, and she spun backward. He moved at the same time, his hands on his own hips, then at the front. Thumbing his pants, the button popping, his fingers in his underwear. Something was growing, something was throbbing –

“Mmmm, go on. And…drop.”

She shoved her panties down, and he dropped his pants and underwear at the same time. They stepped out of their clothes together, but she still had her bra, and he had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“There we are…and it looks like I’m going to be disappointed,” the vixen said, tsk-ing quietly under her breath. “Mmm, and here I was hoping that you might be a little more interesting. But no, just another man.”

Vic struggled to do anything but stand there. It was like he couldn’t move, even as the vixen stepped that little bit closer. She was…she was in charge, completely in charge, and there was something –

“Nnngh!”

Her hands were between his legs without warning, one hand on his balls and the other on his cock. They were soft, gentle, and somehow –

[i]Nnngh…not…[/i]

Much as Vic tried to think of his girl, there was something inherently different – and even better – about Selene. She was calling all the shots, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as she stroked him hard, and just as he felt like he couldn’t get a bit stiffer –

Tap.

Her finger barely touched the tip of his shaft, and the whole thing went limp. The vixen chuckled as he gasped in shock, and the orange-red female looked him in the eyes.

“You’re mine, now.”

He didn’t have a chance to process that as she started circling him, moving around him in one lap, then another, and another. Each time that she went around, she traced another circle around his hips, her finger and claw leaving a tiny little red line around him. No blood, just a tiny little grind against his skin, and then –

Then she was behind him, her hands under his pecs. He grunted as she squeezed, her fingers digging in as she whispered in his ear.

“A made man like you can be made again,” she whispered. “And should; the last one that made you really didn’t do a good job.”

“What…nnngh…”

“Just relax…enjoy the ride…”

Vic didn’t know what else he could do. So, he went with it, his head rolling back and his eyes half-closed as she kept him moving. Her hands, while keeping a firm grip, were gentle enough that he barely felt them, and he shivered as she worked him side, to side, to side.

[i]Warm…[/i]

He was so warm, so comfortable, so out of it. Every touch from her just felt better than the last, and Vic let himself just slide into that strange, relaxed state, letting himself be happy for a change. No more pressure from the family, no more encouragement to go beat someone up. All he had to do was move…

And slide…

And show off…

As he kept moving from side to side, swaying against the vixen behind him, he could just barely feel something happening. His chest felt…warmer, fuller, and the grip that the vixen had on his pecs didn’t feel the same as it had just a moment ago. It was…different, more supportive. And that feeling was getting stronger, almost like her fingers were digging into something bigger and softer than his pecs.

He wanted to look down, but something kept him from doing that. Instead, he just kept moving, swaying, dancing. A soft hiss of pleasure escaped him as Selene pinched his nipple, and it felt better than it should –

[i]Was she always so tall?[/i]

He’d loomed over her before, but now, he felt like she was almost right against his back. Her breath was warm against the back of his neck, but she’d only been breathing against his back earlier. How –

Another soft pull, another shift in their position. Now, one hand was against his groin, her fingers parted around the base of his cock. Vic smiled again, letting it guide him, moving forward as she guided him with one leg, then the other, using her body to show him how to dance…

And play…

And expose himself…

Turn, spin, thrust his hips –

[i]Something…something wrong…[/i]

“You don’t need that. Don’t worry about it; you’ll have far more fun with what I’m giving you.”

Every sway felt less…heavy, like the weights of his cock and balls that he remembered from endless gym runs and sessions on the treadmill were gone. He barely felt the soft thunk of his balls against his thighs anymore, and the weight of his dick –

“Don’t think about it. Just move with me.”

Move with her. He could do that.

Each step seemed to bring something else, something different. He shivered, almost moaning from the raw sensuality of just moving along, thrusting his chest outward – did it feel heavier? – and then popping his ass back – why did it jiggle?

There were a dozen or more thoughts just about the way that his body reacted, shifting and shrinking – yes, shrinking, somehow – and yet, that was nothing compared to the other feelings. A little grinding along the top of his head, a pressure at his lips and nose, a subtle push and grind just at the end of his spine: they were all happening at the same time that everything else was, and…

And it was harder…

And harder…

To ignore it…

“Nnngh…what is…how…”

“And stop.”

Vic stopped, hip cocked to the side and legs spread. There was nothing pulling between his legs; instead, he felt a strange openness, something that he’d never felt before…and yet, something familiar at the same time. He stared straight ahead, huffing, puffing –

Breasts. He had breasts, he realized, and he could feel them rising and falling with each breath he took. Selene stepped in front of him, her hands under his new boobs, and pushed them up gently. He looked down – not just past his nose, but past a muzzle – and saw them, heavy and full in her hands, but not quite the same size. Almost, very close, so close that most people would think that they were, but with hers just a tiny bit bigger.

“Isn’t that better?” Selene asked. “A nice made woman, now, and something far more useful. A good dancer for my strip club. Someone that can make the money that the family’s asking for. And serve as a warning for the next thug that they send down here. I’m not going to just bow down for them…”

She paused, leaning closer. Their breasts squished together, and he groaned as Selene ran her hands down his hips. Soon, they were pressed together, and he learned just how sensitive his new pussy as slippery, clawed fingers rubbed him from back to front, eventually squeezing around the base of his new clit.

“Ah…ah…”

“I love seeing someone like this. Much better suited to the world that we live in, and not nearly so replaceable. Not anymore.”

“What…why…”

“Hush. Let me try something…”

A tingle – one that he realized that had been happening to greater and lesser extents ever since the lap-dance – ran up and down his spine. For a moment, he lost all thoughts, and he giggled dumbly, his breasts bouncing up and down.

“Hee hee…oh, pretty…”

“Hmmm, a bimbo might be a better revenge, but I doubt that you’d be so useful, heh. And you don’t have the breasts for it, either.”

Another tingle, and Vic gasped, staring straight ahead with a more severe stare. He crossed his arms under his chest.

“Well, I [i]say.[/i] This is hardly the proper way to treat a lady. Some decorum would be better suited for –”

Selene shook her head, and Vic stopped again.

“That might be a little too smart for a dancer…let’s try a few more.”

Again and again, Selene flicked her fingers across Vic’s pussy, and every time, that tingle came back. Each time, he felt something change, intelligence rising and falling, accent coming and going, until –

“Holy hell, what in tarnation is going on?”

A southern accent with a mind that felt slightly slower, but only slightly, from his normal thought process. Selene nodded to herself as she took a step back, slowly looking the new vixen up and down.

“Yes…yes, I think that’ll be just fine…”

“…”

“And we’ll call you…Veronica.”

There was a tingle in the back of Veronica’s mind as the name settled in, almost as if it had always been there. The vixen grunted, trying to think through what had happened, but his brain was still so fuzzy. There was nothing making its way through, nothing but the odd feeling of pleasure standing there, naked, examined by the owner of the strip club. The other vixen smiled at him, snapped her fingers –

Click.

And just like that, the once-human came back to himself. He gasped for breath, looked down at himself, and then whipped his eyes back to Selene. She stood with her arms crossed, a playful smile spread across her face, and she chuckled to herself.

“How do you feel?”

“What…how…”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Veronica?”

“I…mmmph…the hell you…”

The sound of his new voice, filled with a southern twang, was almost as embarrassing as the feeling of being completely naked in front of the woman he was supposed to intimidate. No chance in hell he could do that with the knockers on his chest, or the lack of muscle, or –

His clothes.

His life.

His girl.

Veronica – he couldn’t even think of himself as his old name – whipped his eyes back up, his mouth hanging open. Selene was still looking him up and down, nodding to herself.

“I think that we’ll be able to set you up with a decent salary. Make sure that you’re taken care of. No more of that family stuff, and I’m sure that girl will move on soon enough after you stop coming home.”

“But…but…damn it all, this ain’t what was supposed to happen.”

“Oh? And what was supposed to happen?” Selene asked, cocking her head to the side. “You beating me up? Stealing whatever money I had in the register or the vault and going back to that family of yours? Then what? Going out to do the same thing to one person after another until they decided that you were better off going to prison to keep the rest of them safe? I’m doing you a favor here, even if you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“You…you…”

“Heh. Oh, dear. You’re still not getting it. Well…I guess it’ll take a few dances before the whole thing comes clear to you.”

“I’m not…I ain’t…”

“Turn around, Veronica.”

Almost against his will, he did. The wall behind him was completely mirrored, reflective enough to show him in stark detail in his new body. The orange-red fur that he had been staring at all night flickered back at him, and he couldn’t help but stare as he realized that he was an exact copy of the vixen that owned the place. She stepped up to stand by his side, and despite knowing that there had to be some slight differences, some faint variables between him and her, it was impossible to see them in the mirror.

Selene wrapped an arm around his shoulder, dragging him a bit closer. Their breasts touched as she chuckled.

“See, Veronica? Do you really think that you can go back to your old life? You look better than you ever did as a thug, and I guarantee you, this body is going to make you so much more money. You’re going to be a star on my stage. And with how you look now…mmm, I might just have to have some of my own fun after the show…”

Everything that Veronica had called his was gone. No more girlfriend, no more position in the family, nothing. All he had was the powerful vixen that had somehow taken his humanity from him and turned him into another one of her dancers. As impossible as it was, he had to work with what he’d been given.

Thankfully, he was good at that.

“I’m a dancer, then?” he asked, looking himself up and down. “Glad ya made me hot, at least.”

“Oh, I need all my dancers to be hot.”

“So, first day tomorrow?” Veronica asked, looking over her shoulder. “Do I get a place to sleep? Or are ya gonna send your new hot-cake off to get mugged by my old family?”

“Hmmm, I think we can work something out.”

“Heh, shall I step into your office?”

“You read my mind.”

Selene crooked her finger, and Veronica followed her off the stage and down the halls of the club. Was it what he wanted to do? Not at all, but there was nothing left of his old life. He didn’t know how Selene had changed him, nor did he know if it was reversible, but whatever was going on, he knew that it was going to get a hell of a lot worse if he left the club without getting her help. He needed to know how she’d changed him, and…

And maybe…if she wouldn’t change him back…it’d be better to stay here. At the very least, she seemed to want him around. And without his muscles, his old body – god, without his dick – he just felt vulnerable…and she made him feel safe.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A human thug comes to extort money out of a vixen. It doesn’t go well for him.

Tags: M/F, F/F, Transformation, Human to Fox, Male to Female, Gender TF, Dancing, Body Control, Masturbation, Groping, Teasing, Femdom, Human, Vixen, Fox,