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A swish of tail, a flash of teeth, a subtle wink to one audience member and then another - that was what it took to turn a common pole dance into something unforgettable. Araya took satisfaction in the demonstration of her mastery. It was her craft, and by the looks on the faces of all those gawking below her, it was having exactly the kind of effect she desired. The vixen’s supple body was attractive at a mere glance, but when she moved it like that, synced with those entrancing beats, she was making jaws drop and bills soar through the air to rain in tribute at her feet.

There was one patron in particular she had been eyeing closely over the course of his visits, the past few days. She liked cats, especially when they had such pretty markings. The tiger always sat forward in his chair when he watched her dance, head resting on both hands, barely blinking lest he miss a single swish. He was handsome in a boyish if not manly way, fit but not especially buff from what she could tell. He never met her eyes whenever she looked his way. Yet as she dipped her hips down low and locked her gaze in his direction, he knew exactly who she wanted when she pointed and then beckoned directly at the striped guest and current object of her desire.

He looked back and mouthed something, glancing around perhaps to see if someone was going to materialize and escort him towards the stage - or to tackle him the moment he got too close. There was no such interference. Araya didn’t relent in her wilful staring until he stood and approached. Standing right in front of her like that, he was in prime position to soak up the sight of her turning her tail towards him, swishing it inches from his face with a swing of that fine rump. She left him hard and wordless by the time she was facing him again.

Araya made him stand there, watching every little movement until the song ended and there was a brief silence to fill with a few words. She made a gesture towards the DJ booth to give her a little longer, and then squatted down, legs spread, tight bottoms hugging up around the lips of her sex. From that distance, it was obvious she was wet, and not just by sight. An enrapturing aroma arousal had the tiger biting his lip and awaiting her command.

“Go ahead. Come up. You’re going to help me with the next part of my performance,” she told him, leaning in close not to whisper but to speak into one his perked ears.

“Really?” He glanced back at the audience. “I’m not much of a dancer, honestly.”

Araya offered him a smile. “Oh, you will be.”

He smiled back. “Yeah? Well. If I’m going to make an idiot of myself, I’d be happy to do it with you.”

“No idiots here. Just two creatures following their instincts. What do yours tell you, kitty?”

Calling him that made his brow arch ever so slightly. “Kitty? Says you. Where’d you get rosettes like those anyway?”

Araya’s seductive smirk didn’t change. “Probably from all the cats I eat.”

“Huh.”

Before he could contemplate that too deeply, she stuck out her hand, holding it steady while she waited. It took him a second or two to take it. She clasped tightly and tugged him up, almost pulling him right off his feet in the process. There was nothing excessively strong about her lean form, but she could be firm when she wanted to be. Up he hopped, moving nimbly as a feline should, giving only a few glances back at the crowd to see if they approved of the new addition to the show. There were nods from the patrons, especially the regulars. Then all eyes were on the stripper vixen before him.

“Oh, by the way, I’m -”

She heard the name, but it didn’t register. It wasn’t important, for the moment or for the future, easily discarded from her thoughts to focus on what really mattered. The music started again - a darker, more haunting rhythm that got her hips moving as if by instinct from the very first note. The tiger did his best to move too, starting a slow sway that didn’t quite match the excited lashing of his tail. Fortunately for him Araya didn’t leave him floundering for too long, choosing to reach out and take him by the shoulders, making him stagger slightly when she moved him with a twirl to push him against her pole.

That made for good back support when his legs started feeling weak. They were shaking by the time she got up close to him, sharing her warmth when she pressed her breasts against him, all wrapped in black and gold. They made for such a pleasing squish when she got close enough to his firm chest. A stroke of her hands up and down his form, from shoulders to fingers, ribs to hips, gave her a better idea of what she was working with. He briefly raised his hands to do the same, but he didn’t go through with it. Soaking up every bit of attention she was giving him was much easier.

Another quick turn of her hips let her back herself into him, just enough to briefly touch his bulge with her butt. Her thong was deep between her cheeks, giving him almost full access to that shapely rear, and she knew it had results. He was already sporting a semi, but the slightest grind, mostly on his thighs rather than his crotch, was more than enough to make him hard all at once. She could even hear his pants stretching, like he was just going to rip a hole in them at any second, even with a package that seemed average at best pushing against the small of her back.

Rather than tend to the pounding arousal she inspired, she just kept rubbing her rump against his legs, tickling at his nose and whiskers with the fluff of her raised tail. He barely moved. She could more or less use him as a chair while she teased him, watching how the audience responded to her grinding on him.

“If you’re going to be my new dance partner, you’ll need a stage name. Let’s see - I think I’ll just call you Stripes.” A turn of her head, leaning back to glance inverted at him. “What do you think? Better than kitty. But I can’t promise I won’t call you that. Kitties are my favourite. Put your hands on me.”

The last command was so blunt that rather than hesitate, he immediately complied. Stripes grasped her right where she wanted him to, too. Holding her by the hips while she ever so closely inched up his body until she could press her rear right against the outline of his dick helped steady him through the trembles that resulted. He gave a moan that he quickly covered up with a slight growl, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. Especially not her. She knew what those deep rumbles meant, rubbing up against him with more and more pressure until she could feel his fingers digging into her.

She knew how much he must have wanted to take his pants off, but she didn’t give him an inch of leeway. Instead, she rolled her hips and bucked straight back into his cock, letting him grind his bulge between her cheeks until he was almost roaring for her. Instead of anything impressive, some sort of mixed grunt-mewl escaped his lips when he tossed his head back suddenly enough to bonk it against the pole. That didn’t distract him. He was busy clutching her tightly enough to almost throw off her rhythm, but with a swell of bass through the speakers, she dug her toes into the stage and let her favourite part of the song guide her body.

Stripes couldn’t last through a performance like that. Few men could. She was rubbing him in all the right ways, even through his clothing, through the thick layer of denim and the cotton beneath, and she wasn’t letting up. He was slipping, sinking, almost falling down to the floor, but she pressed into him firmly enough that he couldn’t go anywhere. That kept him grinding until he lost his grip on her and gave her a nice snarl, right in her ear. She felt his muscles tense all over to tell him just how much control she had over his body right then. She could milk him right through his clothes.

The tiger’s trembling voice and rapid breathing was all so satisfying for her. Even Araya found herself blushing, all the more turned on by embarrassing him like that. Stripes didn’t seem to mind. He had his eyes closed for several seconds even after he stopped twitching all over. It was the perfect opportunity to strike. She knew her way around all manner of belts, and how to quickly unbuckle them and whip them right off from around the waists of her dance partners. A snap of her wrist, and she could start pulling his pants right down, taking his underwear with them, peeling them from his cock for how soaked through with cum they were. That boy made a mess, and she wasn’t going to show him any mercy just because she’d drained him so well with a lapdance.

Stripes got a few seconds to recover at most. That was just long enough for Araya to step back, letting all see him in his bottomless, cum-soaked glory. Few eyes were on him. That was the moment she chose to strip free of her top. She knew he’d seen her bare breasts before, but never from so close, and he’d never had the chance to [i]touch[/i] them. That was exactly what he got, when he stepped close once more, and took him by the wrists to guide his hands exactly where they needed to be.

His first squeeze was tentative. He looked to her for approval, and she refused to break eye contact with him. Under her sultry, if imposing stare, he indulged the both of them by gripping much deeper, squishing his fingers into the pillowy curves of the vixen’s perfect bust. His grip was tight enough to give her slight pause, but the sound of her warm moan, just for him, had exactly the effect she wanted. The tiger was wide-eyed and wrapped up in her every word, staring down at her while he worshipfully played with her tits.

“Ever wonder how many pretty kitties like you helped shape these, Stripes? I wonder if you’ll help me reach the next cup size.”

Araya wasn’t hiding anything. She knew he knew. He had yet to see one of her [i]special[/i] shows, but a reputation like hers had a way of getting around. That he didn’t even speak a word of protest when she so openly spoke of eating him told her all she needed to know. She began to roam his body again. Rubbing his sides eventually let her grip his hips right back, digging her claws in just a little as if to get him back. She gave his butt a squeeze too. It was nice and firm. Without even needing to touch his cock directly, she summoned up another hardon, just for her, on full display for the audience. Such a fun snort he made when she finally got her hands on it.

“I bet you want to get that cute thing inside me, don’t you?” she asked, almost growling her words.

“... Cute?” Stripes blinked, then quickly nodded when she started stroking. “Mmmmmf. Please, god ...”

“We’ll see.” She let the [i]schlick[/i] of friction over his dripping, slathered shaft speak for her as seconds passed. “You’ll have to be very good. Give these people a show for all their [i]hard[/i]-earned money.”

Araya gave his dick an extra firm squeeze for emphasis on that one particular word. It left him up on his toes, dripping a generous amount of precum over her thumb. She used that digit to wipe off his tip before she got back to it. Moving closer and closer let her swing her ass for everyone watching, but she made sure the audience got a good look at her fingers so deftly gliding down those desperately rigid inches. One step to the side meant she could grind on him again too, pressing her pussy against his hip and thigh until he could feel her juices flowing right through the fabric that still slightly covered her.

She wasn’t immune to some rough, even primal humping. It was a good way to show off what a dog she was, even with that little bit of feline adding spots to her fur. The tiger was blushing so hotly she could feel it radiating down on her. He might have been taller than her, but he hardly seemed it, slouching down and even flinching away from her tender strokes. Just a simple handjob and he was absolutely soaking her fingers and his own fur alike, leaving juices dribbling all the way down to his balls. She needed a second hand just to playfully cup those, and feel them pulse in her grasp.

If that was already enough to make a mess, then slowly tracing her breasts down his chest and middle was enough to make it look like he was suppressing a scream. He bit his lip by the time she was down on her knees in front of him, wrapping her tits snugly around his dick. Araya made sure to keep them cupped together, squishing them with both hands to make for as much deliciously fluffy friction as she could provide. With the leaking tip of his shaft right in her face like that, she couldn’t help taking her first sample of his taste. A generous lapping of his precum left her smacking her lips and humming in satisfaction.

“Hmmm. Very good. I’m going to need a lot more of that taste. Maybe all of it.”

She cryptically winked up at him. There was no time to interpret her when she was giving him the softest, warmest titfuck he could ever ask for. It was more than just a lazy bob up and down. Araya threw herself into every motion, every stroke up and down his shaft with her cleavage. Rising up from her knees to a squat, she got that ass bouncing with the vigorous full-body lunges she gave. All the precum she milked out got lapped right up with slick efficiency, drawing that tongue along his flexing cockhead until he was grasping the bar behind him to keep from collapsing.

Stripes managed a few thrusts of his own, doing his best to keep with Araya’s expert rhythm, but mostly he was a moaning mess. Sometimes he gave her one of those handsome snarls, at least. Those were more impressive than the whimpering and breathy cursing he did the rest of the time. His scent made her mouth water, especially when it grew warmer and more masculine the more worked up he got. She could breathe the orgasm building in those bouncing balls slapping up against the underside of her bust. There was nothing he could do to stop her from pleasuring him all the way to another sloppy peak. That big cat had the kind of stamina required to keep up with her, and she was going to use it for all it was worth.

For a moment it sounded like Stripes was going to give her a full roar, but the sound seemingly got stuck in his throat after a half-second eruption of sound. It was almost something. What was more impressive to her was just how much of a mess he could make with nothing more than that smooth, sleek fur between her breasts to bring him to his peak. She felt him tensing all over, felt that cock going even more rigid than ever, and she didn’t do a thing to move out of the way. Even when he gushed hard for her, she let it splash all over her naked top half when it didn’t simply rain down on the stage, or even the closest members of the audience.

Getting thoroughly painted in tiger cum while she squatted, swishing her tail left her silent for a time. Stripes slumped once his balls stopped pumping, looking down at her and all the cum dripping from her face, and her tits. Araya took a long, slow lick from one corner of her mouth to the other, cleaning up as much of his cum as she could reach with one slurp. Gathering it up on her tongue, she opened her mouth and let the tiger stare directly down her throat while she deeply, loudly gulped it all down in front of him. When she was done, she wiped her face with her wrist and offered him a slightly toothy smile.

“You like how I swallow?” She chuckled at her own tease. “Give me more, or I’ll just take it.”

All it took was a moment’s hesitation on the tiger’s part. That little bit of feline in Araya helped make for a potent pounce. She launched up from a squat, dripping cum as she soared, and took him down without much effort at all. Stripes collapsed, and then he was pinned, with a fox sitting atop his middle, his cock poking against her butt. She bounced up and down a few times, just to make him imagine how it would feel to have her ride him, but she had something else in mind. Darting down to slip between his legs, she kept him enraptured and frozen in place awaiting her touch, until it was impossible for him to keep from squirming.

She wasn’t gentle. When she knew what she wanted, she took it, and that meant taking his nuts in one hand and the base of his cock in the other. Squeezing and fondling him, stroking him until his hips naturally pumped with the motion, she moved closer and closer, breathing hotly, warming his crotch with every puff of anticipation. One more lick to his tip confirmed what she already knew. He tasted damn good, and she needed that flavour deeply in her senses. A brief gasp of air, and she engulfed him from tip to base in a single long, smooth [i]suck[/i].

“[i]Ohhhhhh![/i]”

His moans were pornstar quality. She liked that, even if it was funny to listen to. Though she hardly needed the encouragement, that helped her go faster, bob deeper and more firmly, pressing her nose deep into his fur every time she came down on him. There was no teasing, no seduction. She was lashing her tail in the air and throwing her whole body into sucking him off like a hungry succubus. The orchestra of her efforts was soon audible even over the aggressive synth in the air, [i]schlicking[/i] with every dive, [i]schlurking[/i] with every slide back to the tip.

Keeping her fingers wrapped snugly around his juicy balls meant she got to feel every little flex and twitch of anticipation. The cat was churning up another load for her, and she wasn’t going to let it be anything but his biggest one yet. He was already going rigid, already bulging those veins all over, leaking right on the back of her tongue. She swallowed his cock and held it there, pulsing in her throat, modestly bulging it out, and she didn’t let it go. He was just going to have to endure her gulping around as much of it as she could get, and let her massage him with her swallows until he had no choice but to give her everything she wanted all over again.

Madly flailing and grasping the air, slipping, sliding, sinking down onto the stage even deeper, he eventually settled on timidly resting his hands on the back of her head. Rather than try to push her down harder, he sometimes instead seemed to tug at her, as if to ask if she could slow down just a little. He wasn’t getting any mercy. Even as he winced and growled in pleasure, she [i]schlucked[/i] and [i]glurked[/i] on him, throating him over and over, making all manner of ungodly gulping sounds with a tiger dick bottomed out between her lips. Her drool mixed with his precum, running over his thighs and balls alike, glistening in the colourful lights while he huffed and perspired in her grasp.

He opened his jaws wide and showed off those teeth as if he was going to give her a real roar that time. It still didn’t happen. Instead, he squealed and screamed more like a mountain lion for a few moments before composing himself and getting back to growling at least. Long, fierce sounds escaped his mouth when he wasn’t just gasping out in pleasure. Getting gulped on until he came yet again was the most intense release yet. She worked hard to get her wish, putting so much pressure on his dick that she really was going to drain him dry. Keeping him sheathed in her gullet the entire time, she made him cum for her again, and swallowed everything he gave.

Araya didn’t relent until he completely stopped firing off. She massaged those balls and pressed a finger to his taint to make absolutely certain he was dry, and even then she sucked a few more times just to hear him yowl. Those weren’t growls anymore. He was left panting and staring at her in awe by the time she finally pulled off his dick with a splash of spit and picked up where she left off, wiping some of the mess away from her features. There was plenty of overflow, plenty dribbling down her chin and onto her bust to join with the rest, but she didn’t mind. Her dances always got the crowd even louder when she was nicely glazed in someone’s cum.

She wasn’t about to let him forget that he was [i]performing[/i] with her. As much as he surely wanted to just lie there and recover, she was soon all over him again. Crawling across his prone form slowly, methodically, she made a blanket of herself, grinding against him, rolling her hips, dancing on his exhausted form. When she got close to his face, he readied for a kiss, but instead she smooched him on the cheek and moved up to one of his ears. Up until then, he’d made certain to listen to her every single word, but what she was whispering to him was so soft he couldn’t understand it at all.

The words might not have been clear, but they made her sound powerful. That was all he knew. Her actual voice seemed to get louder and louder every moment she spent there with her lips pressed almost inside his perked ear. There was resonance to them after she got through a few incomprehensible sentences. He heard syllables, but didn’t recognize any sort of language he’d ever heard. He felt her weight upon him pressing him down into the stage all the more intimately for every word he listened to, until he was completely buried beneath her cum-soaked bust, naked in an oversized top, helpless underneath the vixen who had so effortlessly shrunken him with those ancient phrases.

Reality was clear when she sat up and snatched him under the arms to heft him into the air with ease. Swinging him around, she showed him off to a crowd that was getting more raucous, jumping up out of their seats and gesturing excitedly at the shrunken tiger dangling in the clutches of the grinning fox. Her eyes gleamed with something special, looking at him even as she addressed the audience during a break between musical tracks.

“And what should I do with this one?” she simply asked.

The shouting was chaotic, but Stripes surely made out one word amid it all. Eat. She shrugged her shoulders.

“I can’t argue with that. Just [i]look[/i] at you. Do you remember what I told you, Stripes? Kitties are my favourite. If I’m going to be perfectly honest, I’ve wanted to eat you since you first started watching my shows.”

That sultry wink was enough to melt the heart of anyone. Stripes remained rigid in her grasp, but not for fear. He knew it was coming, knew she’d teased about it, knew she was a predator, but knowing the moment had come and it was really about to happen was what got him desperately stiff for her. He wasn’t backing down. The altered tiger was like a stuffed animal in her clutches, a quarter his usual size, but still big enough to require both hands to lift. She brought him closer and closer to her jaws, slowly opening up wide - and then a little wider, stretching into an imposing gape with ease. She had plenty of experience being a predator.

Simply bathing in her breath, and feeling her lick his face was all the more intense than ever. He was moaning before he was even in her mouth, and then those sounds grew muffled as she overtook him. The same hot [i]schlurk[/i] she gave his cock soon surrounded him, overwhelming him with slick sounds as she stuffed him inside. She could feel him so desperately throbbing against her breasts when she brought him close. He was much smaller than before, but his shrunken shaft still fit nicely into her cleavage for a few more strokes. Humping her tits while she pushed his face towards the back of her throat was the kind of experience that got him snarling again, even if it was less impressive than it used to be, even before it was filtered through her flesh.

Shifting her grip lower let her grasp his ass and shove him into her gullet for real. The first gulp sent a throb through his entire body. He reacted with shock just to feel the power of those inner muscles working on him, while leaking yet more juices all over her fur. Excitement like that was just the kind of thing to recharge him with tremendous speed. He was pulsing for her while she inched him down her throat. She extended her tongue to his chest and let it slowly wiggle towards his eager shaft, just making him twitch more and more with every swallow.

Even with her teeth combing down his back and his head sliding deeper into the relentless grip of her eager peristalsis, he was all hers. Nothing could convince him to pull back when he was that close to the best orgasm of his life. He’d already experienced what it was long to cum in her mouth, but he was going to have it from a whole new angle. Every single gulp compressing around his shrunken form pushed him a little closer to losing himself in her embrace, to giving her every single last drop his body had left. It wasn’t going to be all that impressive in his new size, but the vigour of it all was sure to satisfy her.

Araya didn’t give him any sort of mercy or time to adjust just because he was so close to cumming. He was her meal, and she treated him as such. All the slathering him up was just teasing him - even if she did linger plenty on his cock, just to feel it pulsing so desperately hard on the middle of her tongue. He was spurting before he even found that release he needed. She could have let him just go off naturally from all the friction on his sensitive shaft on the way inside her body, but she knew a little trick. A subtle curl of his tongue just beneath his balls, scooping them up and shoving them into her maw with the rest of him was exactly what it took to earn herself another orgasm to guzzle down along with the tasty tiger who provided it.

It was the closest Stripes had managed to get to a full roar yet. His diminished state robbed it of most of its glory, and then the vixen’s constricting flesh muffled the rest. Nonetheless, she felt it. Those vibrations were powerful enough to feel, and they came with a cascade of cum that slipped down Araya’s throat along with the rest of her prey. She swallowed deeply to claim it all, leaving the tiger as little more than a pair of legs sticking out of her jaws. The gulping pressure on his cock kept him cumming for as long as she could. Only when that exhausted slump left him dangling from her lips rather than squirming between them did she feel the change in his demeanour.

Reality had a way of setting in when he was finally satisfied. Clarity flooded the tiger’s senses, and with that came a return of those important self-preservation instincts. He went rigid, and not in the aroused way. It was as if he only just then realized he was hips-deep in a fox’s throat, getting swallowed whole in front of an audience who wasn’t going to do a damn thing to rescue him. At first he squirmed, processing that information. It didn’t take him long to start his thrashing protests to make it more clear what he thought about the situation. Nothing he did changed Araya’s approach in the slightest.

Turning that kitty into more and more of a throat bulge, slowly tilting her head back, and keeping one hand free to dip into her bottoms and play with her pussy in front of everyone, Araya still had plenty of moves to show off. A breathy beat fuelled her, keeping her bouncing and grinding at the air, working her pole as the tiger descended, his rising panic muffled by her heavy [i]ullllps[/i]. It was too tight in her gullet to make for much of a struggle. She swallowed him with the same amount of ease whether he fought or not, humming and moaning around him, letting him feel those satisfied vibrations until he touched right down deep inside her belly. The sag and stretch of prey left her with a good-sized gut to jostle around with her tempting dance.

A quick gesture to the DJ booth, and the club was flooded with all the more intense sounds than ever. She was up on her feet, rocking her hips, bouncing, shifting, swaying, grinding as if to fuck the air itself, and she did it all with a belly full of struggling cat. The panicked kicking and punching glanced off the inside of her stomach without so much as giving her pause. She responded in kind with some potent inwards churns, squeezing all over her meal, getting those gurgles going to really start sloshing and smoothing him down detail by stripey little detail.

Araya could strut across the stage as seductively as ever without losing a step, even as her gut aggressively churned down and melted that cat into something slightly softer every second he lingered in her juices. Everything was going exactly how she said it would. She hadn’t lied to him for a moment. Sometimes she ignored him and just let him struggle and slosh, other times she grabbed him, kneaded him, picked him up and let him go just to see her belly bulge jiggle along with the rest of her. It wasn’t going to be much longer until he was making her thicker. She could already feel him starting to slump, starting to weaken and succumb to the inhospitable surroundings wrapped around his naked body. Her dance wasn’t going to stop until he was gone.

What started as some casual touching between her thighs, more for the audience’s sake than her own grew to something more relentless. Araya found herself savagely fingering herself, snarling like the tiger she was digesting when something shifted and the walls squeezed inwards around a form that less and less resembled the pretty striped kitty inside her. She never did learn his real name. Nor did anyone else in the establishment, watching her churn him down to mush. He was going to anonymously pad out her tits and ass so well for someone she was going to forget about by the end of the week.

Dipping down so low she was nearly sitting, spine against the pole, one hand on her belly and other between her soaking thighs, Araya sang a song of moans to the music all around her while she finished him off. And herself, while she was at it. Two plunging fingers and a third kneading at her clit got her into the contracting, quivering, dripping state of near-release she so badly needed. Yet she still held off until she felt those last few twitches from her prey. He managed some good final kicks before too much of him smoothed over and melted down into the puddle of himself. Knowing she had finally taken all those stripes for herself, for good, was the final push she needed to squirt on the stage for her adoring audience.

Clutching tightly at a breast as if to feel it getting softer already, she screamed up to the neon lights above and let the juices flow while her belly gurgled over the newly motionless tiger inside of it. Rocking and grinding through that release, she eventually found herself wetly snarling with her teeth clenched together, a trace of saliva running down her chin. She licked her chops and panted doggishly when she came down from that juicy peak, legs flexing and twitching almost enough to throw off her balance. Instead, she rose.

With her panties around her thighs and the rest of her clothes discarded - along with a pile of the tiger’s own decorating the stage, Araya took one last look at her audience and strode off the stage with a merry swish in her tail. Her belly was still pushing out, still shrinking down around the meat she made her own, and she could finally rest it off. A good nap was exactly what she needed to finish digesting that tiger. She could hardly wait to see how much curvier she was when she woke up.

On the way down the steps from the stage, jiggling and still audibly sloshing, she found herself passing a familiar violet-maned lion. He was up next, ready to put on a whole different kind of show. The crowd was still riled up, still clamouring behind her, nicely warmed up for him, if not exhausted. She flagged down the handsome stud before he could pass.

“Have fun following that,” she told him with a little wink, rubbing at her belly in case it wasn’t obvious what she’d been up to by all the cheers and chants.