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Before she stepped through the airlock separating her from the discordant pump of incomprehensible noise that was meant to be music, Chazori had one worry. She really had no idea what kind of people frequented a club like this one, deep in a somewhat shady side of the galaxy. Would a slim chocobo like her earn stares when she walked in? Especially one of mixed gender like her - with her choice of shorts hugging a little tight to a cock she couldn't keep from twitching at the thought of something new.

Above the entrance, there was a somewhat ominous-looking sign posted in a number of alien languages she didn't recognize. As best she could tell, it was some kind of warning or set of rules, but none of the symbols were readable. One set near the bottom had been messily blacked out, scribbled over really, and if she squinted she could recognize a few letters of the familiar alphabet, but not enough to get any sense of what it might be warning her about. Oh well.

Almost immediately, as the heavy door squealed open in front of her, and the thick, smoky air of the noisy cantina hit her, she realized how silly she'd been to worry. Even just on her first glance, she wasn't even close to the strangest thing in there. There were the usual assortment of humans, intelligent beasts, and anthros like her. But she also spied, just on her first sweep of the humid, pink-tinted room, what looked like a depressed pumpkin, ambling about on its vines. A tentacled mass of chaos she couldn't even seem to focus on, with its ever-changing shape. Something like a dark rain cloud, floating there, dripping. A sock.

So she was given hardly a second glance when she stepped onto the floor of the subdued club. There was a distinct lack of intensity, like she had seen at other popular locations this side of the Milky Way. No grinding, sweating bodies bouncing to a frantic rhythm. Instead, there was an aura of hypnotic sensuality. Faces around her appeared glazed, maybe drugged. The strange music blasted extended bass notes and thumps. The air smelled of smoke and otherworldly sex. It was almost enough to make her collapse into a chair, feeling oddly contented just basking in the atmosphere. Almost orgasmic, really. A manufactured afterglow shimmered through her mind.

Her timing meant she was graced by the presence of an veritable interstellar celebrity. Chaz almost didn't see her at first, given the large crowd gathered around. Many of them were Earth folk, hoping to catch a glimpse of the beloved new sex icon despite not knowing a thing about her. Nor what kind of place this was. But there she was, elegant and enormous, a thickly-built reptile, as best Chaz could tell.

Nobody even knew her name, but one look at her thighs, at her thick, bouncing tail, and her distinctly mammalian breasts bouncing in time to her lunging thrusts towards the captive audience, and anyone could become an immediate fan. She looked almost like a fellow anthro to Chaz, closely resembling a tyrannosaurus or some other kind of large, toothy reptile. Though she seductively blinked a set of four eyes at her watchers as she bounced her huge, smooth booty, and two long, deadly-looking horns gleamed under the dim lighting. That same lighting gave an enticing sheen to her sweating form, highlighting the smoothness of her mostly-nude body, rather than any bumpy scaly texture.

Images of that gorgeous butt had by then been beamed to all corners of the universe, but it the actual heft and jiggle of it was much more impressive in person. Chaz was hardly surprised she had to push past so many drooling humans to get a spot close enough to that swaying tail to almost touch. The Earth folk were always in such denial about their urges to fuck anything but their own kind, but that only made their tendencies all the more obvious to any outside species.

The dark pink dinosaur, or demon as some called her, didn't seem to mind all the interspecies attention. She was wearing an intimidating grin of fangs as she showed off for her new fans. And she definitely came well-equipped to appeal to what they liked, after all. And then some. By then bottomless, she gave Chaz a good look under that fat tail, displaying pretty well exactly the sort of genitals most females she knew had. A slick slit exposed and a little puffy, broadcasting a undeniable alluring scent of alien arousal that the chocobo's senses didn't even know how to handle. It was impossible to describe, unlike anything she had ever experienced or imagined, and yet it went straight to the pleasure points of her brain, making everything all tingly.

She didn't realize she was staring until the music jarringly cut out. Nor did she realize she had already tossed out plenty of her own money, to join in the growing pile of bills, coins, trinkets, and snacks that had already been offered to the bodacious stripper. She noticed several other people beside her blinking and giving their heads a confused shake, as if they didn't know where they were. Something about those alien pheromones was intoxicating, to the point of dangerous.

The stripper rose, her butt pressed firm against the pole behind her as she stretched herself out. Then she opened her mouth and let out a terrifying series of guttural roars. It sounded like several wild dogs mauling a kill, to Chaz. But a few seconds of that and her translator kicked in, droning its monotone explanation into her head.

"That's it for me, you little TRANSLATION ERRORS," it said, leaving Chaz only to guess what it was she'd just been called. "Of course, I can always use a little help unwinding. Volunteers?"

There was immediately a clamouring of raised hands and voices trying to capture the pink beast's attention. Though Chaz also noticed a few others slinking away and looking at the ground, avoiding the stripper's gaze. It was probably in their best interests - those huggable hips looked well like they could crush the average pelvis. Yet in all the excitement, she couldn't resist. She timidly raised a feathered arm and stood up on the tips of her toes, bouncing a little.

The stripper lingered a while, standing tall and smirking, waving her finger over the almost desperate volunteers. She would point to one, and then tap her lip a few times, only to move on to another. Before long, the bids for her favour became more aggressive, with would-be suitors (or maybe more like stress-relievers) starting to elbow and shove each other for position. But the beast ignored them, sweeping her two pairs of eyes around until she stopped, grinned even wider, and jabbed a clawed finger directly towards Chaz's chest. There was no mistaking it.

"You," she said, in the bird's own language. Though her voice remained as thunderous and bestial as ever. "I want you."

That decision produced a few angry calls, and some of the crowd started to get more violent. They struck each other and they knocked each other to the ground, and some of them were fighting their way towards Chazori, knocking over tables and chairs in the process. She didn't see any security, anyone coming to help, and could only take a few nervous steps back from the angry faces directed her way.

Until the stripper above dropped suddenly to all fours, moving faster than could even be seen, as if teleporting. She curled her lips right back, exposing the full length of her long teeth, and she snarled forth a harsh, crackling sound almost like heavy machinery. It ripped through the entire club and latched into Chaz's innards, tightening everything up in a grip of fear, even if it hadn't been directed towards her.

It still gave her a boner though. Something about that ferocity shot her straight from semi to full. Pressed up tight as an obvious bulge anyone could have spotted. And that roar was plenty effective at dispersing the crowd too. Some actually ran away, while others just grumbled and slid off, leaving Chaz with the hulking creature.

The stripper offered her hand and Chaz gingerly took it, only to find herself hoisted right up like she weighed nothing at all. That demon, or whatever she really was, could overpower her as simply as breathing. The bird soon found herself being hefted off in arms the size of her torso, tucked close to her bouncing bosom, the spikes of her outfit prodding at her.

"You're cute," the demon said. "This is your first time here, I take it?"

Chaz nodded. "Yeah, I'm Chazori-"

"Don't care what your name is," the beast interrupted. "You're not getting mine either. So, you don't know how this all works?"

"How what all works?" Chaz tapped her beak together, suddenly a bit nervous.

"Guess you'll just have to find out." She seemed almost to moan, but it was more like the rumble of an old engine.

"Is there... something I should know?"

"Nope."

Chaz didn't get a chance to ask any more questions before she was whisked through a curtain that just seemed to block out all thought. She was already stewing in the potent pheromones of the smooth-skinned creature clutching her, especially with the generous layers of swear running down and onto her feathers. The farther they got away from the club, with all its noise, the more lost in silent admiration she got. That stripper was strong, thick, scary. Made of pure sex. And she wanted the bird all to herself.

The back area she carried her through seemed almost comical in its complexity. One door slid open, leading to another, and another only two steps away, and so on. Soon she was just lost, probably unable to find her way back if left on her own. It wasn't until several twists and turns later that they arrived together in a darkly-lit bedroom. The door behind them shut tight, and Chaz heard the beep of the lock sealing. No one was going to interrupt them.

There was a huge bed with sturdy, reinforced legs, but instead the stripper dropped Chaz into a broad armchair. It was far too big for her, clearly made to house the glorious backside of the room's owner, so she seemed to almost shrink into it, unable to even touch both armrests at once if she stretched out her fingers.

"What should I do?" Chaz asked, more than a little disoriented by the trip.

"Shut up, relax, and enjoy yourself," the beast rumbled. "I'm going to do everything."

Two of those were easy to do, especially at the huge alien's insistence, but it was hard to relax with such an imposing creature looming above. Not that Chaz was any less hard for it. Her bulge nearly ripped her shorts before long, but she didn't reach down to free it just yet. Not when she had a transfixing vision of glistening pink booty soon swaying before her as the stripper turned that tail around, swinging her hips in expertly smooth motions.

Really, the dinosaur-like lady had no right moving like that. Her form looked so heavy, so weighed down by both muscle and generous layers of fat applied to her curves, that she ought to have been lumbering around, perhaps even clumsy. But she had an almost catlike grace as she swung that heavy ass in Chaz's face, leaving the bird squirming in her seat as hard turned to harder turned to dripping, soaking in her clothes. Just watching those two massive globes swaying back and forth, along with the thick tail above. Jiggling, clapping together, flinging a bit of slightly-glowing alien sweat around and further spreading those irresistible pheromones.

Chaz wondered if she was allowed to touch. Certainly she'd already felt plenty of that sleek hide against her when she got all but kidnapped from the main area in the demon's arms. But a grope was different. She remained passive, just letting everything happen to her, letting the beast put on her show, totally bottomless. Nothing was left to the imagination as she spun around once more, raising a leg and planting a foot beside Chaz's hip so that she could close in and thrust that dripping sex right towards her beak. Not quite touching, but almost.

Though the beast was plenty plump, especially where it mattered, as she moved Chaz could see the muscles beneath her hide flexing taut to considerable size. She was being teased and seduced by an alien that could so easily just wreck her, but that huffing sense of danger tightening her chest just kept her juices flowing, from male and female side alike.

Just the weight of the stripper alone was going to be a lot to handle, but thankfully she had the kind of necessary expertise to keep from just crushing the horny bird then and there as she lowered herself down. Chaz felt the beast's knees on either side of her hips, wrapping around and then clenching as she nestled into a much smaller lap. That planted Chaz's throbbing, wet bulge right up against those bare, juicy nethers, but her clothes remained an increasingly damp barrier between the two of them. The stripper wrapped a single arm around Chaz, pressing forearm to the back of her head, and planting her beak right between those roughly planet-sized tits to smother and breathe of her sweat. As she did, she started to grind, hard.

It could hardly be called a lapdance, falling just short of being a lapfuck. Chazori squeaked and whimpered as she curled her toes and moved her hips in time to the powerful motions rocking her around. She was immersed in the pheromone-rich aroma floating off of the scary beast, listening to her seemingly distorted inner rumbles and growls that still sounded so alien to her. Unnatural for a living thing to be making such noise.

That brought plenty of noise from the bird right back. She squawked, she warked, she warbled. It was enough that the stripper atop her actually chuckled.

"Haven't had someone as cute as you in a while. All these humans drooling over my ass lately."

"It's... it's a good ass," Chaz chirped, breathless as she remained smothered in dino tits.

"Shhh. No talking. I like you, though. Makes me want to give you a treat."

The stripper remained bizarrely, maybe impossibly nimble. Even in those clacking heels. She got her ass turned around again without hardly having to rise up, and soon was sitting firm in Chaz's lap, so that her bulge sunk deep into the thick curve of that pink-hued ass. All that cushion helped prevent all the weight coming down on her from crushing her. But she was still trapped, pinned down and unable to even wiggle much. The stripper did all the wiggling for her anyway.

Every bump, every grind of that ass made the pudgy cheeks before her jiggle delightfully. It was so big, so plump, yet remained firm and round. The beast began to bounce it on top of Chaz's hips, letting her hump that booty with her bulge, straining the seat beneath them. She could hear the chair legs flexing, tested. But holding on, as only a chair built for a butt like that could possibly manage. Bounce, bounce, bounce went the pink rump on top of Chaz, while the bird whimpered and tried not to just cum in her shorts too quickly.

When the mighty twerking atop her painfully trapped cock finally stopped, she was left with a very wet lap. Her own arousal alone contributed to plenty of that, but also the heated sweat coming off that bare, wiggling booty atop her, leaving her shorts with a slight glow. She was panting too, and she wasn't really even sure why. Just being rubbed on by all that beast, all that muscled, overwhelming alien, was a whole lot to even process. The stripper was up on her feet, swinging that ass slowly back and forth, rocking her tail along with it in smooth swishes through the air, like the paintbrush of an master artist.

Chazori actually found her legs weren't really responding when she tried to reposition herself. She wondered if they'd been hurt, even broken, without her even noticing. But there was no pain, so she was probably just too enthralled by that ass, as she sat embedded into the seat by the beast's weight. She really couldn't do anything. It even crossed her mind that it might be mind control, paralyzing her in place to be subject to the whims of the thick creature. But it was probably all natural. She was just... taken.

That stunning snarl came again, less so than before but still there, when the creature made a grab for the minimal clothing keeping Chaz from being fully nude. She felt claws pressing in her feathers, and against her skin, and tensed right up given the proximity those sharp, murderous things had to some very sensitive parts. And then she just warbled as she was stripped to bottomless, feeling the fabric tearing as her shorts were stolen away, pulling clean off of her and tossed away in shreds. She tried to protest, to ask what she was supposed to wear on the way back out, but she couldn't get the words out in time.

If anything could silence her, it was the lewd thump of a soaking, splattered sex right atop Chaz's cock. She made plenty of noise, running down essentially a laundry list of bird sounds from awwk to wark as she felt those dripping folds envelop her shaft, lengthwise. The beast had turned tail once more, keeping that huge ass facing her, and Chaz finally mustered up the courage to play with it. She dug her fingers deep into its rippling mass as she got her cock massaged and lubed right up, and really she could have came just from that motion alone.

But it got so much better. That reptile, dino, demon, whatever she was, she was simply gushing. It was an unreal amount of lubricating juice pouring turbulently over the chocobo's cock, leaving her feeling like she was already immersed, balls deep in exotic pussy some billions of miles away from home. She just kept massaging deep into the impossibly ample ass flexing and wobbling before her as she got herself mercilessly pleasured, listening to the beast's ragged and triumphant growls booming deep from within her throat.

As much as Chaz wanted to just thrust, to just sink herself in between those slightly glowing lips and find out what the alien's pussy felt like, the heated plot twist that befell her pleased her even more. The stripper repositioned, smoothly, moving all over Chaz and pinning her even tighter into the poor, overexerted chair beneath, and sat right on her dick. Lubed to the point of nearly swimming, her shaft pushed smooth and easily along, slicking and sliding inside the huge beast's backside. Sinking right beneath her lifted tail and finding herself filling that fat ass with her dripping cock, clenched and pleasured by every hungry squeeze of the creature's heavy muscles.

They didn't need words, just room-filling growls bouncing from wall to wall and cute little chirps in contrast. And Chaz didn't even need to move. She kept her hands where they were, just hanging on tight to that butt for the time being, as if to lessen its weight upon her lap, or the upcoming impact on her hips. Whether or not she could stand up to the beast's lust remained to be seen. She definitely couldn't handle her power, fully exerted, so she was at the mercy of just how carried away the stripper got with her.

At least she started slow. She felt like a monster, like an actual demon on top of her. Maybe it was just what they called her, maybe not. And it wasn't just how heavy she was, but also the power Chaz could feel flowing through those massive thighs, flexing down her bare back. This was a beast that could absolutely destroy her on a simple whim, but she'd chosen this moment instead to let a little birdy like her fuck her in the ass.

Though the creeping increase in speed and intensity was barely visible, Chaz felt it. The stripper was building up momentum like waves in a bathtub, and all the bird could do was sink down lower as she was forced to become almost one with the cushion below her. She got treated to a slippery flow of arousal running down her balls as they smacked up against the demon's pussy, while her cock remained stuffed between flexing cheeks as she pumped the depths of that sleek and sweaty ass prized by so many.

There was precision to the increasing brutality. Chaz was more and more feeling like the one wrong move, one big slam of that devastating booty and she'd pretty much just break in half. But in the meantime, she got to feel it rubbing her dick up and down, treating it like a poll to dance and bounce upon. And despite her size, that beast was tight. Tighter still as the muscles beneath the pudge went taut with rising, volcanic pleasure. She was snorting, and giving a grating growl sort of like a broken washing machine in just how oppressive it was, and she kept on licking her lips with an excessively slick noise that was shamelessly sexy. It fit right in with the schlicking and sucking of a lubed up bird dick pounding, or being pounded into the confines of a rump like no other.

Of course she didn't last. Climax was like a screaming demon being exorcised from her with every wet thump of ass on cock. It didn't just burst forth from her, it demolished her. It charged right through her every nerve, her every muscle, firing them off and pulling them tight, respectively. She wondered if it was possible to actually explode from pleasure. When she felt her cock tense, going even more rigid, and her balls to so tight to her they were almost inside, she couldn't even think of a good sound to make, so she just yelled. It sounded almost like terror, but it was the inelegant call of her gushing orgasm.

Her seed hit the inside of that ass with a satisfying splat, and kept on going. It wasn't just a hard shot and then a few more smaller to follow. It was steady. Pouring. Stolen from her by the squeeze of the stripper's asscheeks, working and pumping her like a machine, draining her down dry to the very last thick, musky drop. In the continuous thumps of rump to hips, there came a mess of overflow, trickling down in a pleasantly hot waterfall soon soaking into her feathers all the way up to her breasts, and right down her fights, pooling in the vicinity of her tailfeathers.

Just when she thought it must have been over, the demon gave a toss of her head and snorted once more. A few more hard pounds down came, great big lunges that made the most of those thick thighs, powerfully plunging down and rocking Chaz's oversensitive cock, keeping it at full mast almost painfully. She could feel her balls going tighter, drawing from the very reserves, shooting it all out, spurt after spurt, ensuring that fine ass was fully packed with as much hot bird cum as could possibly be taken from her. She sank deeper and deeper into the chair was she was milked entirely dry, not even able to shoot the watery strands her last few shuddering contractions produced, until she was utterly sprawled beneath the beast, just faintly warbling in shock.

The sound of her cock pulling out of that ass, already so lubed up in juices and now swimming in her own cum, was just ridiculous. Squelching and sucking as before, and making a great big mess as she flopped free of those tight, immensely hot confines, outright flinching at the comparative coolness of the air around. Even more mess, even more splatter followed. She'd creamed the beast's ass up nicely. Something which she was soon made to fix.

The stripper had an imposing huff going on, a chugging, throaty pant from the exertion, but she didn't actually seem to tire. She didn't miss a step in her elegant motion as she just rose up higher and shoved her backside right in Chaz's face, enveloping her beak and making a mess of her face with the excess of fluids gathered in that deep crevice. There wasn't even a need for words, she knew what she was supposed to do.

Once she actually got to taste the creature, she found her flavour surprisingly agreeable. That pink skin was like slick bubblegum, even with an odd sweetness to match, though such a treat was clouded out by the musk of sex and heat combined in the mess clinging to her smooth hide. Chazori licked and tidied up as best she could, not even directly aiming for pleasure so much as utility, licking that ass up and down and eating her own cum right off of it. There was a whole lot of butt to slurp, and it took her a good long time to truly work it over, going from pussy to rim, and then up to the underside of her lifted tail. Then to the side to swipe beads of sweat off those cushy cheeks, smearing saliva in its place.

By the time she was released from her softly smothered position, Chaz was slightly out of breath. Just from not stopping to gasp between rapid licks. It was enough to eventually please the beast, as she rose and gazed down on the defeated bird. Chaz was sitting with her arms and legs spread out, her back totally flat against the bottom of the chair, her head against the back. She looked much like a chair herself in her annihilated, exhausted, but perfectly satisfied state.

A single orgasm almost never took this much out of her, but she was utterly spent. Drenched, marked in the beast's scent, and drained. She was left to just curl her toes against the floor, dragging her talons along it as she squirmed and huffed, having to slurp over her beak to keep from drooling on herself. Her mind was flooded with hormones, pheromones, and ecstasy. There was something almost supernatural about the afterglow swimming through her senses. So much so that she was actually almost afraid of getting pleasured anymore.

So she greeted the creature coming back down into her lap with a tentative gasp. She was wrapped in thick thighs and immersed in smooth tits once more, breathing of that intoxicating aroma. But the demon spared her the grinding of before. Instead, she just tapped a claw to the underside of the chocobo's beak, tilting it upwards to face her. Then she laid a big, wet smooch on the wrecked bird, as best she could mash those big, toothy jaws to the slim curve of a beak. She even slipped a bit of that frightfully talented tongue.

When she pulled back, she simply reached to the side to retrieve something from a drawer. Chazori just sat still, pinned by all that weight, until she felt a grip around her wrists, guiding her to hold out her hands. Then the monster delicately pushed a card into her hands. It had a series of numbers on it, and a little kissy face with four eyes.

"What's this?" the bird quietly asked, her voice all shaky.

"A little something special for you. This'll make sure you can always come back and visit me. So I can ride you and use you. Again and again." She pushed her snout into the bird's feathery chest, and took a hot huff of her scent. "Or I can just find you. Whenever I want. I can be pretty resourceful. How would you like that?"

Chazori just looked down at those many numbers, and then back up to the demon's grinning face. She couldn't much think of a proper response. So she just nodded, provoking a broader, fangier grin right back. The contract was sealed.