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This story was written for Kio Redsen as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains F/Solo masturbatory fun and musically motivated lewdness involving a consenting adult. :3

C is for Chorophilia

Virgil loved to dance. She knew a lot of people who liked it, others who enjoyed it, several who had a true passion for it and a few who revelled in every last second of the time that they spent on the dance-floor. But Virgil? She loved to dance in a way that no-one else she knew loved it. And for that gift, for the feelings that she and she alone was able to glean from the experience of music and her body's movement in response to it, the winged dog was truly grateful.

The music pounded, strobe lights flickering and rippling across the crowd, surges of smoke from machines built into the sides of the DJ booth billowing over the club's floor. Everyone was up, everyone was on their feet lost in the thrall of the sounds surging through every fibre of their being, and of course Virgil was amongst them. She held her hands up over her head and swept her hips from side to side, feeling her warm flesh and lush fur rubbing against the interior of her tight trousers like it wanted to burst free and let itself fly uninhibited in the motions of her dance. She bounced up and down, the lycra sports bra worn beneath a black lace vest offering her a degree of support but still allowing her breasts to jiggle wildly, nipples hard as stone through the material. Her clawed hands thrust themselves up to the heavens, her small bat-like wings fluttered like she was trying to take off in her frenzy of motion, and her face remained upturned, eyes blazing and tongue lolling out in an expression of the purest joy and delight.

She wasn't high, not on any chemical other than those her own body was producing as the music washed over her at least. Others might have been forgiven for assuming that she was though, such was her mania, her almost unmatched glee as she thrashed and danced amidst this crowd of more than a thousand like-minded, dance loving souls. Heady whimpers escaped her as her lungs burned, barely granting herself the opportunity to draw breath between her motions. Her bare feet slapped against the ground with their soft pads and sharp claws, curling and flexing as she twisted her body side to side, pushing herself to the limits of physical motion in the small space she had between herself and the bodies pressing in all around her. Her eyes bulged. Her heart thundered in her chest as she felt a great pressure building, an intense, near overwhelming surge of sensation crashing through her and boiling its way closer and closer to the surface as she danced and danced and...

The song ended.

It eased, and trailed off in a more gentle, relaxed tone as it transitioned into the next piece on the set.

A strangled whine of desperation, of fevered longing escaped Virgil as she stood suddenly still while all around her people began to mill and murmur in conversation, many shifting around and others leaving the dance floor entirely as they moved towards the bar to rehydrate after that long and intense piece of music. All Virgil wanted to do was keep on dancing, to keep moving regardless of the lack of music as her heart raced and her body ached for her to do so. But, she couldn't. She wouldn't. It would draw too many eyes, and her dancing, shameless and freely as she expressed those joys in public whenever given the opportunity, was hers and hers alone.

She swayed her hips. She swished her lush tail from side to side, and contented herself with the current song. Closing her eyes, she let the more gentle, slow, seductive beat consume her and guide her. Virgil danced to it as the music demanded. She didn't thrash and flail, but moved slowly, tenderly, romantically. The music wanted to wrap itself around her like a pair of tender arms rather than the gleefully groping, unabashedly intimate handsiness of the last track, and though her body still ached for so much more, she let it rather than forcing herself to be denied entirely. A ragged, needy shudder of a breath escaped her lips, and a whimper followed as she felt her gently swaying torso graze against someone else. Virgil's eyes fluttered open once more, and she turned to apologise. To let whoever she had made contact with know that it had been unintentional and that she was very sorry for letting herself get so carried away.

When her eyes met with those of the mouse however, she never said any of that. She just looked into the pale violet eyes of the short, plump lady standing there next to her, and trembled. Her eyes. That mouse's eyes. Within them she could see such... kinship. Such familiarity, all mingled together with embarrassment. With nervousness. With hope, worry, and with desire.

"I... I'm sorry. I came over because, d-during the last song, I saw you dancing."

It was the mouse, not her, who spoke first. Who apologised, and over the gentle but still loud music made the reason for her presence so close to Virgil known.

"You looked so happy. So alive, I... please, don't let me spoil your evening. Please tell me if this is the dumbest question in the universe, but would you like t-to..."

She never got to finish her question, because before she could Virgil was already grasping at her hands and squeezing them inside hers, the hybrid dog's pink furred digits lacing through the mouse's own furless fingers.

"I'd love to dance with you."

Virgil heard herself gasping, panting to this total stranger, utterly certain that it was true even though she should have known that it meant putting certain limits on herself. Holding back from certain joys that she took in being able to achieve while dancing alone. Or so, in that moment, she thought.

Still though, she echoed her own words as she and the mouse looked at each other, beamed, blushed, and began to sway with their hands still locked together with the stranger's own.

"I'd... l-love to."

So, they danced. They swayed together for thirty seconds or so, then as the music began to pick up a little Virgil gasped as the shorter mouse boldly swept forward and embraced her rather tightly, rather intimately. They moved together, and though Virgil tried to stop herself she couldn't help but feel her body reacting not just to the closeness of the other woman, but to their movement. To their dancing. Her heart began to race all over again, and she felt her whole being shaking, thighs clenching and trembling so intensely she swore that at any moment the mouse would feel it and pull back, demanding to know what the hell she was doing acting like that over a simple dance.

There came no questioning though. No probing or talking of any kind as the track slowly began to transition from its more tender and intimate beat to a more steadily intense, passionate one. Virgil's whole body shook like a leaf as she felt the mouse's hands run up and down her back, inside her lace top and against her fur. She gasped as she looked down and saw the mouse's eyes staring straight forward, eye level with her buxom chest, and quaked in excitement as she felt one of her own hands sliding around the back of the mouse's had, pulling it forward and into the crevice of her bosom. The whole dance floor was beginning to heat up again, and as the lights began to strobe once more as the drop finally hit, Virgil felt two small but eagerly strong hands squeezing at her ass as she and the mouse began to grind and writhe more intimately, more wildly against one another.

"Dance like you were when I first saw you..."

The mouse's words whispered their way into Virgil's ears as the winged dog let slip a keening whimper, arching her back and shuddering as all of a sudden the other woman swept around her around began to dance against her from behind, arms wrapped around the larger woman's stomach while her hips bucked against Virgil's ass.

"Dance like no-one's looking. Like you're on fire. L-like..."

She heard the mouse pause and draw a deep, frantic, shuddering breath.

"Like y-you're being touched, caressed, fucked by every note of the song."

Her eyes bulged.

She knew.

How could she know?!

Even as Virgil's mind panicked with nervous excitement though, simultaneously eager and terrified by the idea that her intimate secret had been discovered without her speaking a word about it, her body was already welcoming the mouse's words. The mouse's touch. She ground back against the smaller body behind her, she swayed her hips as the other woman's hands caressed all over them. She danced to the music not because the mouse had commanded or suggested it to her, but because she couldn't resist it. Because her body wanted, needed to move to the beat pulsing its way through her in that instant.

Her thighs quaked. Her heart pounded. Her pussy clenched and squeezed, clit throbbing as the music and the motion of her body in time with that music made her hot. Desperately, passionately, wildly hot. For as long as she could remember dancing had made her feel this way. So alive, so connected to every part of herself. So overwhelmed, so totally consumed by it that it made her want to scream. To thrash. To reach down into her panties and touch herself until she howled as her body danced itself to pure ecstasy and beyond.

"Dance..."

The mouse whispered to her over the music, the voices, the ear-splitting sounds of the club all around them, yet separate and distant from this private, intimate moment they were experiencing together.

"Dance."

She repeated soothingly yet urgently, running her hands down over Virgil's quaking thighs and back up again, grazing her crotch through her trousers so fast, so subtly that no-one could possibly consider it anything more than a dancer's caress, even though to Virgil's desperately worked up body it was a thousand times more than that.

"Please. Please, I... I know you want to. I know you need to. Just... o-oh god. Dance for me."

Their bodies gyrated and rocked together to the height of the track's wild, almost cacophonous frenzy. The mouse's hips bucked forcefully against Virgil's ass, the smaller woman's thighs gripping the dog's tail between them and practically humping it. In that moment however, as they danced and as the mouse's plea mingled with the beautiful music and in turn became a part of Virgil's motion, it was something far more direct which drove the uncontrollably needy dog to do precisely what this gloriously perceptive and forward stranger was proposing.

She felt the mouse's left hand cup her crotch through the fabric of her trousers, fingers aligned perfectly either side of her throbbing, protruding and desperately sensitive clitoris, furless digits no doubt able to feel the heat and the slight wetness soaking through already. She felt the mouse touch her. Openly, unabashedly and publicly touch her, and begin to rub. To squeeze. To masturbate the dance-loving, devastatingly aroused dog's pussy, as their dancing already held her on the very brink of a wild and shameless orgasmic release.

Her eyes bulged.

Her body shook like a leaf.

Without a scream, without so much as a whimper Virgil began to violently, uncontrollably cum right there in the midst of that crowded club's dance-floor. And as she did so, with the mouse clinging to her whimpering and giggling in glee all the while as she felt the results of her actions, Virgil's body thrashed and jerked and swept around in utterly free, utterly beautiful demonstrations of her ecstasy. She came long and hard, and as she did so the beautiful creature did the only thing she could do. The only thing that she wanted to do, and the very thing that had brought her to this mind-bending ecstasy in the first place.

She climaxed, and throughout every moment of it, she danced.

By Jeeves

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