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I could hear, hell feel, the thumping music from outside before I even entered the club. I was a bit of a regular at The Furry Pole, a club that catered to male clientele, both human and anthro, though nearly all of the performers were anthros. The burly panther and zebra bouncers at the door nodded to me in greeting as I entered, knowing me from my numerous visits. The familiar, almost overpowering scent that filled my nose was the combined musks of countless different anthro species combined. Not unpleasant per se, but certainly unique. I wondered what it must smell like to somebody who had a much better sense of smell than my inferior human one. As I worked my way through the club, I greeted some of the anthros I knew, shaking hands, patting shoulders and receiving friendly nuzzles to the cheek in return from some of the ones I knew better. I grabbed a drink at the bar, then went and mingled with some of the others near the stage. Soon the show would be starting. It wasn’t long before the lights dimmed, and the music lowered. The crowd murmured with excitement, supposedly there was a special guest performing tonight. Everybody crowded to the edge of the stage, and I managed to slip my way right up to the front, getting a spot on the end right near where the pole was. It was essentially a front row seat. A spot light came on, the pole gleamed in the light of its beam. A furry arm suddenly draped around my shoulders, making me jump in surprise, but then a familiar overpowering musky odor I knew all too well hit my nose, and I knew the arm belonged to my burly hyena friend Kirk without even having to look. “Brad, good to see you! This is gonna be fucking awesome, I heard this guy is an absolute STUD!” Kirk said excitedly into my ear, then gave my cheek a slow dragging lick in greeting. The first time I had visited the club, Kirk had immediately approached, and propositioned me. The club had a well earned reputation not just for some of the hottest dancers around, but also for easy hook ups. Before that first visit was over, I found myself in a bathroom stall, bent over the toilet as Kirk buried his cock in me. Kirk almost always seemed to be at the club, and always appeared at my side shortly after I arrived if he was there. He had told me on more than one occasion that I was his favorite hook up, usually while his cock was either deeply buried in my mouth or ass. “Good evening gentlemen! I hope you are ready for a show!” the DJ bellowed into the microphone. The crowd around the stage cheered and whistled enthusiastically. Kirk cackled excitedly, and slapped me on the back firmly. “Please turn your attention to the stage, and give a warm welcome to our star performer tonight: Vincent the Magnificent!” the DJ announced excitedly. Music with intense bass began to thump as the curtains rippled, and a perfect specimen of a tiger slipped out between them. His physique was immaculate. His muscles looked like they had been carved from granite, and the crowd cheered wildly as he strutted down the stage towards the pole at the end. Vincent smiled coyly at the crowd, playfully blowing kisses. “Fuuuuck, would you look at that guy?” Kirk groaned next to me. I glanced over at him to see he was literally drooling as he stared at Vincent. Glancing to my other side, I saw similar expressions of lust on the others watching Vincent strut down the stage. The tiger wore nothing but a purple thong that appeared stretched almost to its breaking point, bulging from what must have been one impressively huge sheath within it. Vincent approached the pole, and the music stopped the instant he put his hand on it. A hush fell over the crowd, then a new song began playing, and Vincent started his routine. I had seen some great pole routines since I had been coming here, but Vincent put them to shame. He was a blur of orange and black as he spun on the pole, pulling off maneuvers many of us had never even seen before. “What I wouldn’t do for five minutes alone with that guy!” Kirk said wishfully. He slipped behind me, wrapping an arm around my chest, as his other arm curled around my waist, his hand slipping down the front of my shorts. I rolled my eyes over my shoulder at him, but didn’t protest. Kirk was without a doubt the horniest guy I had ever met, and as his long fingers curled around my cock, he began dry humping against me from behind. His hot breath panted in my ear as he stroked my cock. I had to brace myself against the edge of the stage as Kirk forcefully humped me, but both of us still managed to keep our eyes on Vincent as he went through his gravity defying routine. I could feel Kirk’s hardening cock rubbing against my ass through our clothes, though I wouldn’t have put it past him to just drop our shorts and fuck me right there by the stage for everybody to see. I could hear people near us snickering as they noticed what Kirk was up to, but anybody who knew him wasn’t surprised by his behavior in the slightest. We couldn’t take our eyes off of Vincent though. With an especially acrobatic twirl, Vincent flipped upside down, spinning around the pole by one muscular keg hooked around it. His spin finally came to a stop with his head pointing in the direction of Kirk and I, then he slowly slid down the pole to the floor to lay on his back. Vincent’s emerald green eyes locked with mine, and he grinned as he pushed himself away from the pole towards us with his feet. Kirk paused in his humping as Vincent slid right up to me at the edge of the stage. “Oh shiiiit!” Kirk whispered in my ear. I could only gawk in surprise as Vincent reached up to gently grasp my head, and pull my face down to his. His long pink tongue extended to slowly drag across my face, its soft, yet sand paper like surface causing me to grimace slightly as it rasped against my skin. “What about me, I’ll take one of those!” Kirk asked eagerly. Vincent smirked at him, then grabbed his head to drag it towards his, and gave him a slow lingering lick across the top of his snout as well. “Oh fuck yes…”. Kirk moaned, then shuddered against me. Vincent made an acrobatic twirling flip move and was back on his feet. The crowd cheered wildly as he bowed, then waved as he made his way off the stage. Kirk was still shuddering against me. “Are…are you freaking cumming?!? Jesus Kirk!” I exclaimed in disbelief, then laughed. Kirk only groaned in response, then slipped his hand out of my shorts as he pulled away. The black lights in the club revealed a tell tale glow on the front of Kirk’s shorts. “Shit! Gotta clean up, catch you in a few!” Kirk said with embarrassment, then hurried to the bathroom. I shook my head in disbelief at him, and headed over to the bar to grab another drink. As I was enjoying my drink, there was a tap on my shoulder to get my attention. It was the zebra bouncer from the front door, and he grinned widely at me. “It’s your lucky day, Vincent requested to meet you!” the zebra informed me, his grin growing wider. “Me? Why?” I asked in confusion. The zebra snorted in amusement at my question. “Does it matter? Should I tell him you said no?” the zebra asked. “I didn’t say no, I was just curious, geez! Of course I want to meet him!” I agreed, sliding off my bar stool and following the hulking zebra as he led me towards the dancer’s dressing rooms. A massive black bear sitting on a stool near the doorway leading out back glanced up at us sharply from his phone as we approached, but seeing the zebra, turned his attention back to his phone. The bear gave me a firm swat on the ass as I walked by, sending me stumbling, and nearly knocking me off my feet. “Behave yourself, I don’t want to have to come back there!” the bear teased with a rumbling chuckle. The zebra led me down a dimly lit hallway past rows of doors, some of them open. In some of the open doors I saw dancers preparing to go on, doing stretches, going through wardrobe selections, which usually simply consisted of different colored thongs. Some glanced up as we passed. A grey wolf dancer whom I recognized and had even spoken to on a few occasions smirked, then dropped me a sly wink as we walked past. The door at the end of the hallway was closed, a piece of paper was tacked to it with the name ‘Vincent’ on it. The zebra knocked briskly on the door, and waited. “Come in!” Vincent called, his voice deep and smooth. Just hearing it made an involuntary shiver run through me. The zebra opened the door, motioned me to enter, then closed the door behind me once I went in. Vincent was lounging on a couch in his dressing room. He had been looking at his phone when I came in, but placed it aside as I stood by the door, my hands fidgeting nervously. Vincent had shed the purple thong he was wearing during his show, and sat there completely naked. “What’s your name?” Vincent asked, smiling kindly at me. Shit, what was my name? I nearly forgot it as I stared at Vincent’s perfect body, zeroing in on that plump cream colored sheath, but thankfully it came back to me. “B-Brad!” I blurted out, sounding like a student called on by the teacher unexpectedly in class, but somehow managing to come up with the right answer. “Don’t be shy, come in, sit!” Vincent invited, patting a spot on the couch next to him. Shyly I came over, then hesitated for a moment before finally sitting next to him. I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, and stared at his heavily muscled body before I finally realized I was being rude, and hastily turned my head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare!” I apologized, blushing slightly. Vincent simply chuckled. “I didn’t spend all those hours in the gym for my body NOT to be admired! It’s basically my job to be stared at” Vincent replied with a grin. “True I guess, but it still feels kind of rude to me” I apologized again. “You’re so cute!” Vincent said, resting a large hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. I was average, at BEST! I was maybe 160lbs soaking wet, and a bit under 6ft tall. I was a little taken aback by Vincent’s unusual interest in me. “Why DID you want to meet me?” I finally asked. Vincent’s grin widened at my question. “I wanted to thank you for participating in my show! I see your…’friend’ was enjoying it as well based on how hard he was humping on you!” Vincent said with a slight smirk. “Oh yea, that’s Kirk. He’s…a little excitable” I said. “I noticed!” Vincent said with a laugh. “Is he your boyfriend, or…” Vincent trailed off, looking at me expectantly. “Kirk? Nah, he’s just a guy I hook up with sometimes. Well, a lot of times I guess!” I said, slightly embarrassed. “Good, I didn’t want to cause any relationship drama!” Vincent replied, placing his hand on my thigh and giving it a squeeze. “Ah no, you’re so fine! I mean it’s fine!” I replied nervously. I realized the growing erection in my shorts was very visible, and had zero doubt that Vincent had noticed it. “You know why I always pick out guys like you to come see me after the show?” Vincent asked. I simply shook my head, unable to tear my gaze away from those glinting emerald eyes as Vincent rubbed my thigh. “Because average guys like you are so much more eager to please me than some muscular pretty boy!” he replied. He was right too. At the moment I would have done anything he asked. He slid closer, his huge hand moved from my thigh to my crotch, then gave it a squeeze. He leaned over me, bringing his face closer, and pressing his lips firmly against mine. His head was huge in comparison to mine, and tentatively I brought my hands up to rest on his broad shoulders. His fur was so incredibly soft. I moaned softly when he gave my crotch another firm squeeze, then Vincent’s long tongue dove into my mouth. He leaned against me, pushing me back against the armrest as he ravished my mouth with his rough tongue. His hand left my crotch and joined his other one in sliding up under my shirt, and up my sides. The leather like pads on his fingers and palms were as smooth as silk where they slid against my skin. His tongue twisted in my mouth, the alternating textures of the rough top, and slick bottom contrasting against mine. I moved my hands to the sides of his thick neck, hanging in for dear life. I thought I was going to cum in my pants from kissing him alone, but finally he pulled his tongue from my mouth, and gave my cheek a rough lick before sitting back. I was a sweaty shuddering mess. “Ready for some real fun?” Vincent asked, grinning toothily at me. I nodded, wondering exactly what he had in mind. “First, why don’t we get rid of these clothes?” Vincent suggested, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. He then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, and slipped them off, flinging them to join my shirt on the floor. I didn’t wear underpants, and I self consciously covered my genitals. I glanced at Vincent’s sheath, and saw the pointed pink tip of his cock peeking out. Vincent looked me over with an almost predatorial greed, his long tongue licking noisily across his jaws as though he might actually devour me. He noticed my eyes repeatedly darting to his crotch, and chuckled. “Like what you see? You can touch it if you like, in fact I insist!” Vincent offered playfully. Tentatively, I slowly reached my slightly shaking hand towards it. Almost as if impatient with my reluctance, Vincent snatched my hand, and pulled it against his sheath. The fur was like velvet beneath my shaking hand, then Vincent moved my hand up to his slowly emerging shaft. I had never been with a feline before, and the unusual feeling of the fleshy barbs on his slick cock would have made me pull my hand away in surprise if Vincent hadn’t been clutching it so tightly. But once I got used to the unusual sensation of those fleshy barbs under my fingers, I gathered the courage to actually close my fingers around his shaft, giving it a gentle, almost testing squeeze. In response Vincent made a pleased chuffing sound, and released my hand. Encouraged, I began slowly stroking his huge cock. The pointed tip had a ring of those fleshy barbs circling the base of it, and I vaguely wondered what they would feel like rubbing against my insides. Vincent’s cock put Kirk’s to shame in size by comparison. Kirk’s was short, but girthy, whereas Vincent’s was quite long and even girthier. I estimated I was fondling a good 10” of thick tiger cock. I used my other hand to begin fondling his hefty balls. They were too large to be both held in one hand, so I rolled them back and forth, alternating them in my hand. “How about a little taste?” Vincent suggested, slipping his hand behind my head, and gently pushing it closer to his crotch. I didn’t need much encouragement, and eagerly slipped my mouth over the pointed tip of his cock. Vincent leaned back, making another pleased chuffing sound as I ran my tongue along the edge of his pointed tip, the fleshy barbs rubbing against my tongue. He stroked my hair, dragging the tips of his claws across my scalp. I slid the tip even deeper into my mouth, the tip prodding against the back of my throat. Vincent sighed contentedly, and tilted his head back as I slurped noisily on his cock. I was lost in the powerful musky odor of his crotch as I began to bob my head. Vincent exhaled loudly each time my head went down, and I could sense he was getting close. He began to pant slightly, then grabbed my hair, preventing me from going down again, so I let his cock flop from my mouth. I suspected why he stopped me, he wanted to finish somewhere else. “You sure know how to treat an anthro!” Vincent complimented me, his breathing slightly ragged. “Would you be willing to go further?” Vincent asked, sliding his hand down to cup my ass, and slipping a large finger between my asscheeks. I nodded emphatically in response. “Good” Vincent replied, grinning widely at me. He turned and bent over to reach into a duffel bag on the floor nearby, and after a moment of rummaging came up with a large bottle of lube. “Lean over the armrest” Vincent told me, and I quickly did as he asked, raising my ass to present it to him. He squirted a dollop of lube onto his fingers, then began working them into me, causing me to squirm, and grunt slightly as he slid his large fingers into me repeatedly. “Mmm, so tight!” Vincent commented under his breath as he withdrew his fingers from me. He took a moment to rub some lube onto his own cock, then tossed the lube bottle back onto his duffel bag. He leaned over me, his muscular chest pressing against my back, and braced himself on the couch’s armrest with one hand, then used his other to guide his cock tip to line up with my asshole. If I had thought his cock seemed huge in my mouth, it felt even more so as the massive tip pressed up against my asshole. An involuntary shiver ran through me, and Vincent chuckled, feeling my shiver against my chest. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” Vincent cooed reassuringly. I gritted my teeth as I felt his pointed tip of his cock begin to sink into me. Vincent’s breath tickled my ear, then his long tongue slowly licked along the back of it, its roughness causing me to wince slightly. We both grunted as his tip sank fully into me, those fleshy barbs causing me to shiver with pleasure as they scraped against my insides. With his cock seated firmly in me, he curled his muscular arm around my chest as he slipped deeper into me. I shuddered again at the sensation of those fleshy barbs tickling my entrance as his cock stretched me to my limits. I was practically panting as inch after inch of thick tiger meat slipped into me. Vincent chuffed loudly with pleasure. My arms quivered, and if not for Vincent’s arm curled firmly around my chest, I might have collapsed. I gasped when Vincent suddenly tightened his arm around my chest as he leaned over onto his back, dragging me with him. I grunted as we landed, a few more inches of cock sneaking into me, causing me to groan loudly. Vincent curled his other arm around me, clutching me tightly to his broad chest. He began to gently thrust his hips, leaning his head down to start gently licking the side of my neck. The roughness of his tongue was borderline painful, as it rasped against my skin. It caused me to squirm slightly, but Vincently simply tightened his arms around me, and brought his hand up to grip my throat to hold me in place as he took another slow firm lick. “Th-That kinda stings” I complained, but Vincent paid me no heed, and continued to take slow dragging licks as he slowly increased his thrusting pace. He slipped his other hand down to encircle my cock, the feeling of those strong fingers stroking my cock briefly distracted me from his painful licking. After only a few strokes on my cock, Vincent moved his hand over to hook beneath my thigh as he rolled us on our sides, then lifted my leg to hold it against my chest. The wall opposite us was one giant mirror, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the reflection. Vincent stopped licking my neck and grinned at our reflection in the mirror. His hips rolled rhythmically against me, his heavy balls slapping loudly against mine with each thrust. “What a view, eh?” Vincent remarked, then began thrusting faster as he resumed licking my neck. I grunted loudly each time he thrusted deeply into me, and his breathing on my neck grew heavier between his burning licks. Soon he was practically panting, then suddenly he bit down firmly onto my shoulder, causing me to cry out in surprise and discomfort as the tips of his sharp teeth sank into my flesh. He stopped thrusting, and his hips quivered violently against me as he came. Heat flooded my insides as he gripped my thigh almost painfully tight. Despite the slight pain in my shoulder where his jaws were clamped onto it, I moaned with pleasure as I began to cum. Finally he released my shoulder, and began gently licking at the slightly bloody pinpricks his teeth had left in my skin. “Sorry, got a little carried away there” Vincent apologized, then resumed licking my shoulder. “It’s ok, you don’t need to keep licking it” I told him, grimacing in discomfort. Vincent chuckled, then slowly slid me off his cock. His cock popped free with a lewd squelching sound, and despite my efforts to clench my ass, I could still feel a trickle of semen running down the back of my thigh. “Well, I hate to kick you out so quickly, but I have to get ready for my next performance. It was great meeting you…Brent?” Vincent asked. “Brad” I meekly corrected him. “Right, Brad! Anyway, hope you stick around and catch my next performance!” Vincent said with a wide smile. He leaned back on the couch and grabbed a small hand towel from his duffel and began wiping his cock clean. “Uh yea, it was nice to meet you too, thanks for inviting me” I said as I pulled my clothes back on. “Mmmhmm, take care now!” Vincent said absentmindedly as he picked up his phone again. “Ok, bye?” I said somewhat disappointedly. Vincent waved, but didn’t even look up from his phone. I left, closing the door behind me. As I made my way to the door leading out of the dressing room area, I heard the sound of arguing. When I got to the door, I saw the bear bouncer blocking the door with his arms crossed, Kirk was trying to convince him to let him by. ”C’mon man! My buddy Brad’s back there, I just wanna check on him!” Kirk whined. The bear simply sighed at him. “Kirk, you’re the last guy I would let back there. Guys like you are exactly the reason I’m here!” the bear told him. I timidly tapped on the bear's back since he was blocking the door. He glanced over his shoulder at me, and grinned. “Look, here’s your buddy now, so now you can bug off!” the bear said, moving aside so I could pass. “Brad! Tell me EVERYTHING!” Kirk begged as he hooked an arm around my shoulders as we walked. “Uh, well…” I said, not sure where to start. “Whoa, is that blood on your shoulder?” Kirk asked, pulling at my shirt collar to reveal the seeping pinpricks. “Ah, yea, he got a little carried away” I said, chuckling weakly. “Wait, did you guys actually fuck? Would explain why you absolutely reek of tiger though!” Kirk asked in disbelief, but also sounding extremely envious at the same time. He started sniffing down my body, then practically buried his snout in my ass. “C’mon, knock it off Kirk!” I complained, trying to push his head away, but he was gripping my thighs tightly as he sniffed deeply. He pulled his head away, and sighed deeply, a slight shudder ran through him. “Let’s go, bathroom, right now!” Kirk demanded, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me behind him. “Kirk c’mon, maybe after I have a drink?” I protested. ”You can have all the drinks you want after, hell I might even buy you a couple! Gotta strike while it’s still fresh!” Kirk exclaimed. I simply rolled my eyes at him as he dragged me behind him into the bathrooms. The bathroom stalls were particularly large at The Furry Pole, with plenty of room for two, maybe three depending on the species. Kirk pulled me into an unoccupied stall, and quickly locked the door behind us. He wasted no time, and was sliding my shorts down as he crouched behind me. He roughly grabbed my hips, and buried his nose between my asscheeks, sniffing eagerly. “God, I can’t get enough of his smell!” Kirk practically moaned, before burying his nose against my asshole again. I braced myself against the wall as he ran his tongue firmly through my asscrack. After a few licks, he drove his tongue directly into me, slurping loudly at my insides. I moaned quietly and leaned my forehead against the wall as he noisily ate me out. His tongue was slightly rough, but still felt like silk compared to Vincent’s. If you haven’t had your ass eaten by an anthro, then you haven’t had your ass eaten. Kirk’s long tongue left nothing untouched as it searched frantically for every last trace of Vincent’s left over semen inside of me. My cock grew hard from Kirk’s relentless rimming, and I was nearly on the verge of cumming again. Finally, Kirk slipped his tongue out of me, and sat back on his haunches as he slowly licked his muzzle. “Be a shame to put such a well lubricated hole to waste!” Kirk commented, rising back to his feet. He quickly dropped his shorts, his erect cock flopped out, then quickly pressed himself against my back as he wrapped an arm around me. It took him just a second to line himself up with me, and his cock sank right into me. “Fuck, Vincent must have been huge! I just slid into you like a hot knife through butter!” Kirk panted in my ear as he began wildly thrusting into me. I simply nodded, grunting each time he thrust into me. His hand slipped down to grip my cock, and he began furiously masturbating me. My cock began twitching in his hand after only a few strokes, and my load started to spurt onto the toilet. “Yea, cum for me!” Kirk growled into my ear, then groaned as he started cumming himself. His arm tightened around me as he shuddered with his orgasm. After clinging tightly to me for a moment he exhaled heavily, then slid himself out of me. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped himself off, then I did the same. We pulled our shorts back up, and I took a moment to wipe off the toilet. Kirk smirked at me, he definitely wouldn’t have bothered. He curled his arm around my shoulders as we left the bathroom and headed towards the bar. “Let’s grab that drink! It’s still early, I probably got a few more loads in me if you’re game” Kirk said with a grin, pulling me tighter against his side. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, he was insatiable.