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"I can't believe you convinced me to do this."

Ink stared at himself through a standing mirror and sighed. The fox-ferret hybrid looked first at his brown face slightly obscured by long cream hair, his eyes covered with pink contact lenses. His vision then trailed downward to the tight pink nearly-translucent top he was wearing, it ending just below his nipples and left his arms and shoulders exposed.

His forearms were clad in elbow-length fingerless gloves of the same color and fabric. Looking further down, he paused at the last article of "clothing" he was wearing: pink panties matching the rest of his getup. It was made for twinks like him; just enough fabric to cover everything but tight enough to show his gender. His slender legs and digitigrade feet were completely bare for the world to see.

A girly bunny walked up behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. "Oh come on! You love it! Look how it shows off that beautiful body!" he exclaimed with a kind smile. "If anything, you'll be making twice as much as your last job a~a~and you'll have twice as much fun!"

The rabbit's bubbly charm made Ink crack a smile. In that moment, he was glad he got fired from his previous occupation. He worked at some fuel cell company for two years, all the while being badgered by an unforgiving arrogant boss and sneered at by anyone above grunt level. He was finally let go after exploding on the belligerent mustelid in the most fantastic way and was marched off with silent applause from his similarly-minded coworkers.

He zoned out in contentment but was startled back into reality when his new boss, a large tiger with a rhythmic sway in his step, entered the dressing room. The 40-something was a professional dancer before his knees gave out and when he was forced to retire, he opened a gay strip club in the outskirts of the big city.

The location was great for city-slickers who wanted to relax with a boy at their side without their friends and acquaintances knowing. There were other gay clubs in the area, but they were in heavily populated areas and none of them boasted a cast of twink dancers. It was an untapped market that brought plenty of profits.

"Oh, hey boss!" greeted the bunny. He let go of Ink's shoulders and hugged him from behind. "Inky here is having a hard time getting ready for his first day. I'm on in five, so can you help him out?"

The tiger chuckled and strode over to the two boys. The rabbit, dressed in a slutty magician's outfit, was one of his best performers and his magic-inspired dances were a hit. The foxxet was new but his ridiculous flexibility and cute youthful appearance would bring in plenty of patrons.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Our new friend is just a bit nervous. It's his first performance after all." The bunny smiled and squeezed Ink before letting him go and leaving the room. Without the friendly embrace, the vulpine slumped and returned to his sullen expression. The tiger pulled up a chair and sat the fox down on his lap.

"So, what's got my little foxy so nervous? Hmm?" He started petting Ink's well-groomed head, scratching behind his ears every so often. Ink gave a slight moan at the affection. After a few moments, he spoke up.

"I don't know. I guess I'm scared about messing up." He looked down at his outfit. "And, well, this. I've never worn something so, um, revealing?" The tiger laughed and patted his rump, pushing a weak smile out of the tod.

"Well, when you have a body as gorgeous as yours, why not show it off? You're a cute kid and you'll make plenty of fans, and with more fans the better off you'll be, right?" Ink shrugged and stared back into the mirror.

"I've just never danced in front of other people, ya know? I really don't want to mess this up and make a fool of myself. First impressions and all that." The tiger shifted Ink and pointed him forward. He then proceeded to massage the fox's shoulders, melting the tod within his grasp.

"Don't worry" the boss cooed. "I personally drilled you for the last week and you mastered the basic forms. Just do those and you'll be fine. And if you get in the mood, feel free to really show what you can do." Ink merely moaned an "mhmm" in response.

They sat in silence until it was close to the time Ink would make his premiere. Ink got up, fixed a few loose hairs in the mirror, and let out a long sigh. His boss led him to the opening of the stage and patted his shoulder with a wink. Standing alone, Ink hyped himself up and rehearsed his moves in his head. His bunny friend walked through the curtain dragging a broom of dollar bills behind him.

"Alright, alright, alright!" the DJ yelled through the loudspeaker. "Our next little spitfire is a newbie from the boonies! Colored like candy and bendy like taffy, give it up for Toffa~a~ay!"

Upon hearing his stage name, Ink strutted out with feigned confidence and took to the pole. He looked over the crowd once before starting his routine. At first his dance was rather basic and involved slow and safe maneuvers. The DJ was kind enough to put on a song with an easy beat and rhythm and Ink took advantage of the pace.

Once he started seeing dollar bills fly on stage, he added in newer and riskier moves that took advantage of his flexibility and before long, it was paying off. Some patrons had left when the "magic show" was over but he attracted new ones to replace them. Breaking out of his shell, Ink went on and on, mixing his routines and twisting his vulpine-mustelid body around the steel bar.

During one of his spins, he saw a wolf with a terrifyingly toothy grin hold up a twenty near the stage. Ink licked his lips slowly in view of his lupine admirer and smoothly slunk down onto the floor. He crawled to the edge in a slithering motion and reached out with his mouth for the green paper. The wolf slowly pulled the bill back, forcing Ink to stretch to his fullest length before letting the tod take hold of it.

Ink gave the canine a sassy wink before returning to the pole and slowly deposited the twenty into his panties in full view of the crowd. Before he knew it, his time was up. The stage was littered with cash and before he could start collecting the money, the bunny from before walked out with a broom and pushed the bills to the backroom.

He stopped mid-sweep and grabbed Ink, pulling him close for a drawn out kiss and earning quite a few cheers and whistles. He licked his lips and led the vulpine backstage. As Ink collected and organized the money, he looked up to the scantily-clad magician with a questioning look. "Who doesn't like seeing two boys kiss?" the bunny replied with a lewd smirk.

Ink placed the stacked bills in a collection bin with his name on it. The security guard watching the money observed the tod but paid him little mind. As he finished writing down his earnings on the accompanying slip, a large familiar hand patted his back. "Damn kid, you're a natural. I swear you had the entire place drooling!" the tiger exclaimed with honesty.

Ink giggled, still high off of the excitement. "Thanks boss! So~o~o, what do I do now?"

"Well, normally I'd have you go out and entertain some of our guests, bu~u~ut a VIP requested you. He's a friend of mine that helped me start this place up so I've pretty much given him free reign on whatever he wants. And tonight, he wants you!"

"So, what, go up to his booth and be his teddy bear for a bit? Doesn't seem too difficult."

"Well, first off, the decency rules we have don't apply upstairs, so you'll probably have to provide special entertainment. Secondly, the dude's a seven-foot-tall horse with a package to match and a fixation for destroying my boys."

Ink shifted uncomfortably. "Wait, I wasn't told I'd have to, ya know, fuck anyone. I thought it was just dancing and stuff" Ink questioned in a concerned voice.

"I didn't tell you because you're new and I didn't think anyone would be interested in you so soon. Regardless, we still value consent, even with the VIPs, so you don't actually have to strip or have sex. Doing what they want will yield a larger tip but you can still say 'no'. If they get pissy, we'll just throw them out."

"What if they don't tip me?"

"Then report it to me and I'll make sure no one serves them" the tiger assured, following it with a wink.

He gave Ink the booth number and directions to the stairs. The second level of the club housed the VIP booths, all of which had ample views of the stages and padded walls for noise reduction. Also known as the "penthouse", this floor was known for debauchery and pleasure and the fees for renting a space were pretty high.

Ink closed in on the appropriate booth, the moans and giggles from the nooks he passed flustering him. He parted the curtains and inside was, as expected, an imposing stallion in a business casual outfit more at home in an office than a club. The horse eyed his prize with a lewd grin and beckoned the fox to join him.

Not forgetting his place, Ink crawled his way over the plastic-covered cushions (they were easier to clean) and sidled up to the equine. The horse put his hand around the vulpine and held him close. "You finally arrive! So, cutie, what's your name? Taffy? Coffee?" he asked with a domineering glare that made Ink's fur stand on end..

"Um, it's Toffee, sir" the fox meekly replied.

"Toffee, huh? You're definitely cute enough to eat, I'll tell you what. And no need for formalities kid. The name's Greg, or if you want, daddy works too" He squeezed Ink and rubbed the twink's flank.

"Oh, okay daddy. So~o~o, what do you want to do?" Ink asked with renewed confidence. He pushed himself into the horse and looked up with an innocent smile.

"Hmm, let's see. We~e~ell, you look a little pent up in those pretty panties of yours. Want to take them off?" Greg inquired, his hand travelling down the tod's side. He hooked his thumb into the waistband and started to pull.

Ink giggled and lifted himself for the horse. His apprehension left him as he got into the mood. "You're so naughty, daddy!" the fox cooed. Greg tossed the undies away and pulled Ink into his lap. He proceeded to explore the creature, sensually sliding his large palms across his small frame.

The horse's groping and manhandling left Ink a moaning mess. Greg rubbed his belly, stroked his thighs, nudged his nipples, and so forth but made sure to avoid the fox's groin. The teasing proved to be taking effect when Ink spun in his lap and straddled the stallion. Ink bit his lip and looked expectantly at Greg with puppy-dog eyes.

Greg grinned. "Use your words like a big boy" he remarked, lightly pinching his ear. Ink playfully whined and waved his thick tail behind him.

"Fuck me daddy!" Ink blurted with no subtlety. Greg chuckled at the tod's forwardness. "I want to feel you inside me! Pretty please?" He was nearly bouncing with anticipation, his toothy smile endearing. The horse liked the ferocity in his expression.

"I don't know kiddo. I'm not sure a cute little thing like you can handle me." Ink pouted and looked away in feigned frustration. Unable and unwilling to ignore the adorable vulpine in his lap, he pulled a bottle of lube out of his coat. He shook the half-empty container in the tod's face and held up two fingers.

"Tell you what. I'll let you have my dick if you can handle these. How's that sound?" When Ink nodded, Greg dripped some of the liquid on his fingertips and reached around the tod. Discarding the bottle and lifting his tail, he slowly stroked Ink's small entrance, lubricating his hole while simultaneously pleasuring him. Ink purred in response, the free end of his tail waving above.

Ink's pucker winked at the affection and he lightly pushed back on the horse to signal for more. Not one to torture his prey, Greg slowly pushed one of his digits in, his index finger sliding smoothly past his anal ring. Ink moaned as he was penetrated and buried his face into he stallion's chest.

Greg left go of his tail and caressed his back while slowly pumping the tod. He pushed his finger into Ink's prostate, causing him to whine in delight, and ground into that area with a hooked finger. Ink squirmed at the assault, his penis quickly hardening and poking into Greg's stomach.

"F-fuck, daddy! More!" Ink begged in a dainty voice. His lanky body was bowed inward and his tail erect, the position of a true slut.

"Nuh-uh-uh! Use the magic wo~o~ord!" Greg sneered. He had several boys before but none of them made so much noise. He was sure they were honest sounds as well; a newbie would've never been able to fake them.

"Please, daddy! I need more!" The stallion snickered but gave the polite boy what he wanted. He stopped massaging his button and pulled back a bit. Ink sighed contently but kept his position. With practiced dexterity, he slid his middle finger along his index and spread the fox wide. With both fingers, he began fingering the vulpine with vigor.

Ink cried out in glee. His one digit was thick but to have two pounding his little pucker was something else. Ink reached down with one of his hands to paw himself off, but Greg grabbed his wrist. "No touching, boy! You're my bitch tonight and you'll cum like one!" He let Ink go and the fox obeyed, grabbing his shirt for support instead.

With his own member aching for attention, Greg stopped his rectal assault and freed his hand from the tod's ass. Distracting Ink with an invasive kiss that left him crooning, he quickly undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. With one fluid yet awkward motion, he pushed his pants down to his knees.

Upon achieving freedom, Greg's cock flew up and smacked Ink between his ass cheeks, startling the fox out of the kiss. He looked around and found over a foot of equine manhood throbbing against his boy-pussy, the tip of which was stuck into the crevice between the base of his tail and his crack.

"Fucking hell daddy! I've heard horses were hung but gawd damn!" Ink blurted in a voice between fear and awe. Greg chuckled, surprised that a fox as cute and gay as he was hadn't seen bigger. He was pretty sure he was smaller than the average stallion, at least according to what he saw on the internet, but for a five-foot tall ball of fluff, it was massive.

"Not everyone has a little pecker like yours, boy!" the horse replied, flicking the tod's modest five-incher and launching a glob of pre onto the bench. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out two bills, one stacked on top of the other. The one on top and in full view of Ink was a fifty.

"Now, if you're feeling scared, we can just cuddle and you'll get this." He waved the cash in the vulpine's face. "Bu~u~ut, if you take my entire dick and milk it dry, you'll get this." With grace from years of handling money, being the successful banker that he was, he flicked a Benjamin out from behind the first bill. "You're choice" he ended with a sneer.

There was no question with money like that in his face and an amazing cock on his ass. He was going to fuck that horse rotten and earn himself all one-fifty. Without replying, Ink straightened up and allowed that meaty mass to align itself with his hole. Only after a second of hesitation did he ram himself down, forcing that blunt tip into his well-lubricated pucker and sinking six inches of that horsey goodness in one go.

Ink let out a loud moan and dug his short snout into Greg's neck. As he adjusted to the thick cock, he inhaled the horse's scent, the smell reminding him of his childhood home back out in the country. Though entranced by the slim creature in his lap and horny as all hell, Greg allowed the fox to rest. He was content with petting the tod and running his large fingers through his cream colored fluff.

After a minute or two, Ink regained his composure and began working his way down the stallion's rigid pole. He allowed gravity to do the work as he lowered his tight ass inch by inch. A couple times the friction stopped his advance but pulling back a bit and pushing back down with added momentum fixed the issue.

At last the fox bottomed out and settled into Greg's lap. The horse let out a sigh, enjoying the tight hot feeling of the tod's innards. Even if Ink turned out to be a shitty lay, he made an excellent cock-warmer. Ink on the other hand shivered; he never had anything as thick or long inside of him before.

After enjoying the filling sensation a few moments more, Ink started riding the beast. Not used to Greg's size, his bouncing was short and irregular, only raising a few inches before hilting the rod again. Noticing the need of assistance, the horse cupped the tod's cheeks and lifted the fox until just an inch or two of his throbbing mass remained.

He then slid his hands up to Ink's hips, grasped his thin body with strong paws, and shoved the vulpine down, eliciting a cry from the shaking creature. Ink's eyes began to water but he did not sob; the pain and pleasure were just a little too much for the tiny thing.

Spurred into action by Greg's domination, Ink forced himself higher and higher, pumping nearly two-thirds of that equine dick with every bounce. His rectal walls, completely slickened with horse pre, squeezed Greg's member purple and his own phallus drooled similar liquids onto the stallion's stomach.

Ink felt his loins burn with the need for release but it wasn't his place to finish first. Keeping his guest in mind, he held his orgasm as he worked Greg's shaft, his mouth contorting into a toothy grimace and his moans slowly transitioning into whines.

The horse liked teasing his boys but he wasn't one to torture. With a deep groan that shook the fox, he hit his climax and dumped a week's worth of pent-up seed deep into the tod's bowels. With that huge cock plugging him, Ink felt the seed fill his stomach and swore it was bloating him.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ink dumped his nuts as well. His load wasn't as spectacular but the long-winded cry that left his mouth was easily heard several booths down. His convulsing anal muscles added to Greg's afterglow and the horse allowed himself to let out a small moan, though it went unheard over the fox's own noises.

As Ink entered his own afterglow, he cuddled up to Greg and rested his eyes. The horse held him close and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, the feeling of his hot breath causing the tod's ear to twitch. Stroking the vulpine's back with one hand, he pushed the two bills he had into the fox's discarded panties; he originally planned to give him one or the other but the little twink earned it.