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The spotlights sparkled off every whisker on the dancer's muzzle. The arctic fox was a dazzling, white gleam of flashing fur on the stage. His ears were perked, his blue eyes wide. A broad grin split his muzzle. Pink lipstick pouted like a sultry maiden on his lips, and there was just enough rouge on each cheek to be noticed. The suit on his frame hung loosely, baggy in the arms. His hips swung with feminine grace, barely muted by the bulky clothing. He wore no shoes, his pale, digitigrade feet in view.

A smoky, curious haze hung around the auditorium. The vaudeville was coming to a close. The men sipped their beer and whiskey; the women daintily drew from their gin. The jazz swung from the rafters as the fox danced his little heart out. It seemed like another comedy act; a woman acting the fool in a man's suit.

Until, with a surprise zip, the fox's suit split right down the middle, falling in a heap on the floor.

Underneath was a cherry-red mini-dress hugging his tight frame, and the bulge between his legs. Black opera gloves extended from his biceps down to each delicate finger. Most of the audience had thought him a female, and he chuckled at their shocked eyes. But he continued to dance. He kicked the loose suit behind. Twirling his body, the frills on the dress following close, doing little to hide the tight underwear underneath.

Luke was one of those surprised viewers. He sat at a table near the front. The wolf's wife had just left for the powder room. He couldn't stop watching as the fox kicked his legs up high. With boundless energy, the fox somersaulted backwards up against a lone table before leaping on top of it. A trumpet blared out a sultry melody as he did a Charleston, lithe arms tracing back and forth in the air. With the higher vantage point, his package was barely hidden by his skimpy outfit.

The wolf was transfixed with the rest of the audience. His foot was still tapping to the staccato beat. Luke shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He pulled out the program from his pocket. He was only able to pry his eyes away long enough to catch the name of the act, "The Entrancing Damian".

Well, this Damian certainly had gotten his attention. When he looked back up the fox was once again at the front of the stage, this time staring right at him. Damian felt so close that the wolf could practically see every ripple in those sapphire eyes. The ripples echoed out from his pupils, almost swirling. Luke couldn't look away. His lips were parted, and his eyes remained locked on the fox's. Even as Damian swayed to the jazz, they never broke contact.

Luke swallowed. He was feeling strange. Perhaps he had had too much liquor. He took another drink anyways. A warm sensation spread from his tapping foot up his legs and his thighs. It settled in his stomach as butterflies and he felt it spread downwards to his crotch. His pants bulged outwards, his sheath swelling as he gulped.

Damian turned his back to the wolf, watching over his shoulder as he thrusted his hips, that small skirt flapping up in the back, showing everyone his pert rump.

By now the audience was starting to get uneasy. This was certainly no comedy routine.

But Luke couldn't feel uneasy. All he could feel was a strengthening arousal. The burly wolf was feeling too warm. He needed to cool down. As Damian watched, Luke shrugged off his suit jacket, draping it on his chair.

Something wasn't right. Why was he so turned on, by another male no less? His ears tilted back, and his claws dug into his table. He tried to look away from the fox and barely succeeded. He took a breath, shaking his head once more. His sheath gave another twitch inside his stiff pants and he shivered. What the hell was going on?

He glanced up and was immediately caught in those blue eyes again. Damian was arching his back, black-gloved arms curling up behind his head showing off his taut frame. Luke groaned, his paw moving to his crotch without his control, squeezing his full sheath. He was so warm now. He had an urge to pull off his shirt. Something in those deep eyes told him he had to. He had to listen.

The grey wolf tugged off his shirt. He heard someone murmur behind him but he didn't care. His broad chest and chiseled stomach was exposed. He could feel the tip of his cock sliding out of his sheath, pressing even harder against his restrictive pants.

The fox on stage was smiling still. He hadn't said a word, but already the wolf was stripping because of him. His hips swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

Luke could only stare helplessly. He panted. He was feeling so hot. The warmth was centered on his cock. If he got any harder it would be painful.

"Go ahead," a voice whispered inside his head, "undo your belt and your pants. You'll feel a lot better. You enjoy listening to me. Your thoughts are mine."

Luke undid his belt. He pulled the zipper down and popped the fly. His cock surged to fill the space, tenting his boxers obscenely. The voice was right; he did feel a lot better.

"Give your cock a squeeze," the voice murmured sweetly between his ears. "You know you want to rub yourself."

And he did. He reached down, squeezing his barely suppressed length, rubbing slowly up and down. He grunted, his eyes feeling heavier as he watched the fox still swaying on stage.

"Oh my god, what is that guy doing?" he heard a whisper from far away.

But it didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the fox in front of him.

Damian smirked, stilling his hips. He walked up to the front daintily and opened his arms wide. "I need a volunteer for the next part of my performance! Is there anyone brave enough to dance with me?"

While his voice asked the audience, his eyes were clearly asking Luke. And the wolf responded in kind. He stood without hesitation, his pants pooling at his ankles. His boxers barely clung to his body, the fabric standing six inches straight out with no extra room for the rest of his dick. He didn't even bother to use the stairs. He climbed up the front of the stage. People were gasping in shock at the nearly naked wolf. There was a prominent wet spot in the front.

"Ah! A worthy volunteer!" Damian called out to the crowd. "What a fine volunteer he is! But first, let us get him the correct attire!"

Luke watched, still panting as the fox stepped closer to him before kneeling in front of the wolf. His eyes were glazed over as Damian pulled down the wolf's boxers. Nine, red inches of wolf cock flopped out, hitting the arctic fox in the nose.

"What the hell!?" called someone in the crowd. Yet nobody moved.

The comment made Luke frown. What was he doing up here? Why the hell was he naked? What--

The lick to his tip made him moan and his body went limp.

"That's right," the voice returned. "You like being in front of a crowd. Now give 'em a show. Squeeze your cock."

The wolf listened, wrapping his paw around the base of his dick, squeezing and moaning as the fox wrapped his lips around his tip, suckling. Damian plunged down on the wolf's cock slowly, his throat flexing as the tip probed the back of his throat. That smooth tongue wrapped around each pulsing inch. Luke groaned in delight, his mind foggy except for the pleasure. His toes curled.

"Don't hold back, hold my head and use me," the voice echoed in his head.

Who wouldn't listen? Everything felt so good. Luke laid a heavy paw on the back of the fox's head and started to thrust into his muzzle. His nine inch rod flexing as he forced his tip past the Damian's gag reflex. The fox almost purred, reaching up to cup the wolf's heavy balls, rubbing gently.

Damian closed his eyes. The wolf was too far gone now. Electricity flowed through Luke's limbs as the fox greedily swallowed every inch. The wolf face-fucked the mewling fox, grunting and moaning unabashedly as pre and drool leaked from Damian's muzzle.

The auditorium was silent except for the two canines. The band had stopped playing. No one dared move.

Damian tugged down his dress in between each rough thrust. Pre shot down his throat, and the smaller canine shivered in delight.

"You're such a delicious wolf," the voice echoed in Luke's mind. "You won't cum until I command you. Now, stop thrusting and turn to the crowed."

The wolf swallowed again. Damian pulled off his dick and the wolf turned to face his audience. Damian stood beside him, peeling his dress the rest of the way off, along with his skimpy underwear. He licked his lips and ran a single digit along the underside of Luke's dick, starting with his growing knot all the way to the tip. The spotlights caught the wolf's dick throb and a single drop of pre drool out the end. It hung, the light making it shine before it dripped to the floor.

"Start flexing," the voice cooed, "show them how strong and virile you are."

Luke was definitely in his prime, a local athlete who had never quit working out with his friends. His biceps swelled, his chest taut as he flexed. His abs strained and his wolfhood throbbed again. A woman in the crowd let out a lusty sigh.

"That's it, now the real work begins," the voice said as Damian lowered himself onto all fours, looking back at Luke, tail raised. "Come here and give me a nice lick, slip your tongue inside me."

The wolf obeyed, kneeling behind the fox and pressing his tongue between those tailcheeks. Damian shivered as Luke started to rim him, that broad, wet tongue teasing his tailring before pushing inside teasingly. The fox's moan echoed around the quiet auditorium.

The rest of the room was dark. More sound started to fill it, however. Stifled moans and slick strokes from certain pockets further back could be heard.

But still the wolf didn't care. All he wanted to do now was taste his master's musky tail. He slurped and thrusted his tongue into the fox's ass until Damian was clawing at the floor. Spittle leaked down the fox's taint and throbbing cock.

"Th-That's enough," the voice in his head stuttered, "press your cock against my ass."

Luke shifted, his broad tongue withdrawing from his master's tailhole. He kneeled behind the fox, grinding all nine inches between those pert cheeks. His cock dripped pre onto Damian's back, his cock still slick with spit from earlier, shining in the lights. Damian supported himself on one elbow as he stroked himself with the other.

"Now, take my hips and slide into me. Slowly," the voice commanded.

You didn't have to tell the wolf twice. Two burly paws grabbed the fox's hips and he pulled back until his tapered tip was pressed right against Damian's tailring. He nudged forward, pressing harder and harder until he slid in, both canines letting out loud moans. Luke filled the shivering fox nice and slow.

"Ooooh fuuuuck..." Damian said in his own voice. "You feel even bigger than you look..."

The wolf grunted. He was half way in, his cock twitching as he pushed the rest of the way in. Pre gushed from his tip, lubing up the smaller canine even more. The fox groaned when he was six inches in; grunted at seven inches; yipped at eight; and let out a long, drawn out moan when Luke bottomed out all nine inches inside him, his swollen knot pressed right outside.

"That's it... Uuunf... Fuck me," Damian cried out.

Without hesitation, Luke withdrew his cock to the tip and slammed back in roughly, hilting all the way once more. His cock slid back and forth as he ground each inch against the fox's prostate. He was drooling over Damian now, his tail thrashing as his toes curled.

"Oh that's right. You just love fucking men like me," the voice resonated between his ears. "Nnngh, you'll do anything for me. You have no greater pleasure." The voice paused. "Your thoughts and body are mostly your own once more, but you must continue obeying my commands and fuck me until I tell you to cum."

Suddenly the veil was lifted from Luke's eyes. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light. Why was it so bright? Where was he?--

He felt something tight squeezing around his cock.

"Ahh! What the fuuu--nnngh!" The wolf looked down in horror, watching as he pounded his dick into the fox that had watched from the audience. His claws dug into the fox's haunches. He couldn't stop himself from breeding the male beneath him. Luke gritted his teeth, moaning in incomparable pleasure.

There was a scream from the audience. Luke turned, eyes wide. His wife stood in an aisle, stricken with shock.

"Lucas Dean!? What the fuck are you doing!?" she screeched.

"I... I can't help it!" Luke choked out, his body still thrusting savagely into the grinning, panting fox. "Oh fuck, you're so tight..." He grunted, leaning over Damian and tugging at one of the fox's ears, his hips pistoning in and out of that tight ass. "Mmmph! Honey," he tried to say with the ear in his muzzle, "my body has a mind of its own--damn you've got such a nice ass."

He tried to stop himself, but he couldn't. And it felt amazing! Here he was, fucking some strange male in front of an audience and his wife, and all the shame and humiliation did was make each thrust feel better than the last!

Damian watched with delight, stroking his foxhood, squeezing his knot as the strong wolf filled him again and again. He mewled once more as Luke tugged his ear. His cock shot pre onto the floor, making a nice puddle.

Luke didn't know what to do. Even though his horrified wife was watching him violate another man, his body didn't care. It felt so good, so right to fuck the fox. He released one paw from Damian's hip and pressed down on the fox's shoulder, getting better leverage to shove each pulsing inch to the hilt. The veins on his knot bulged out, his heavy balls tapping Damian's. "Aaahh! I'm gonna make you my bitch!" Luke growled. He meant it too. He wanted nothing more than to breed the lithe, writhing fox underneath him.

Their hips lewdly slapped together. Sweat beaded on his brow as he panted, eyes now glazed over with pure lust. Without warning, Luke pulled out of the fox, but only long enough to flip Damian onto his back. The fox gazed back at him, those deep blue eyes pleased with him. Those black-gloved arms were spread open like his legs, his chest heaving as his six inch dick drooled pre onto his stomach. Luke licked his lips, made Damian's legs wrap around his waist, pressed his tip once more against the fox's ass and slammed back in. Damian's back arched and he cried out in lustful bliss that echoed throughout the auditorium.

When Luke was hilted in the fox, he leaned down and whispered into his ear. "I don't know what the fuck you did to me, but I'm not going to ever forget this..."

The fox ignored his sinister tone and grinned. "I don't plan to let you _ever_forget me."

Luke grunted when he felt Damian's ass clench around his needy dick once more. He wanted to be angry at being used like this, but his body was too persuasive. "... Wrap your arms around me."

Damian complied. Luke slid his arms under the fox, pulling him up, cock still buried in his ass. Luke kneeled up and then stood slowly. His muscles glimmered with perspiration. With Damian hugged close his chest, Luke turned towards the audience. His paws slid down, cupping the fox's cheeks, spreading them so everyone could see his angry, red knot pressing so insistently against the fox's ass. Luke slowly lifted him up. Pre drizzled down his slick dick. He kept lifting until just the tip remained. He could see out in the audience. Some people had left, some women were touching themselves while a couple men were openly stroking their own cocks.

He could get used to this. He released his grip, letting gravity impale the fox on his wolfhood. The fox yipped, pre shooting onto Luke's chest, mussing the fur. The strong scent filled the wolf's nostrils and he wanted more.

"Oh gods... Keep fucking me like that and you can cum soon..." The fox cooed into his ear, kissing his neck.

The wolf shivered, bucking his hips against Damian's. The theater was permeated with musk, the smoke long since gone. Luke began lifting the fox just to thrust hard when he slid down. He huffed through his nose as the fox kissed and nibbled his neck, his tail rigid, his toes curling once more. His body was feeling the ravages of their rutting, but he willed it on. When Damian pulled away from his neck, Luke leaned in, pressing their lips together. The fox's eyes went wide. He'd never had a guy kiss him in one of his performances. But Damian quickly melted. Their muzzles tilted to the side, their smooth tongues sliding together in harmony as Luke pounded out a rhythm on his backside.

"Knot me," the voice, quieter, sweeter, said.

The wolf's body obeyed. Luke felt Damian's tailhole squeeze like velvet around him as he pulled all the way back. With one, rough, feral, needy thrust, he slammed Damian's hips down against his. He kissed Damian harder as his five inch wide knot strained against his tailring. With a resounding pop, they tied.

Damian yowled into the kiss, breaking it. His foxhood twitched, quivering. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Ooooh fuck! Cum with me!" He cried, his white tail thrashing, his whole body going rigid. He clung to the wolf tightly, claws digging into Luke's back as he unloaded onto the wolf. White splashes of fox seed shot upwards, splattering under his chin and onto his chest.

Luke gritted his teeth, the command taking control. He bit the fox's shoulder, shallowly thrusting, his other paw reaching up to hold his back. That warmth flowed all the way from his toes to his aching puppy-maker. He could feel each spurt shoot deep inside Damian, filling the fox with his cum.

They remained there, riding out their orgasms in mutual bliss.

Luke managed to open an eye in time to see his wife storming out into the night. He sighed. His legs quivered a little. Without prompting he knelt down, holding the fox to his chest until it was safe to let Damian lie on his back on the stage. The two were still tied together.

The fox, now mostly over his afterglow looked up at him. This time there was nothing sinister behind his eyes, only a curiosity.

"Why did you kiss me?" he asked, "I never commanded you to."

The larger canine shrugged, a slight tint coming to his ears. "I... I don't know. It just felt... right."

The white fox tilted his head, cum still dripping onto his bare stomach. "Did it? You're the only man to kiss me during one of my, heh, performances." A purely vulpine grin spread his muzzle. "Well then, maybe I stumbled upon something special." The fox arched his back, murring contentedly as Luke's cock pulsed once more inside him, making both of them shiver. "Also, sorry about the wife. Didn't realize you weren't alone."

"You're hereby free of my command; do as you wish," the voice said before vanishing into a haze.

Luke suddenly felt exhausted. He'd had quite the work out. He gazed out once more in the audience. Men and women were now fleeing the theatre, some having to pull up their underwear first. A couple people lingered here and there, talking or still watching the two of them. When he looked back down at the fox, he saw that his ears were tilted back. Damian wasn't even looking at him now.

There was silence for a couple minutes. Luke cleared his throat, his knot still locked inside the small fox. He reached forward towards Damian. The fox flinched, but Luke continued, cupping the fox's muzzle and turning it towards him. The wolf leaned in, planting a gentle kiss. Damian's ears flicked up and he shook his head.

"What are you doing?" he asked, bewildered. "You're free to go. Most guys just yank their knot out and leave."

Luke shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I have much of a place to go to now. So I'm not in a rush."

"Doesn't explain you kissing me again..."

"What if I enjoyed it?"

Damian was quiet for a moment. "What's your name?"

"Luke."

"Well, Luke, I'm just a little confused is all."

Luke's ears perked, and he turned around to see a security guard standing a couple feet away, brandishing a nightstick.

"I'm confused too," the leonine guard said, "about what the hell the explanation for this is."

Luke looked back at Damian. The fox was staring right into the lion's eyes. Those blue eyes angrily flared, white ripples flashing vividly. Damian scowled, and Luke caught sight of the guard's eyes swirling like the fox's.

"Go find a guy to fuck you. Make sure he's big enough to make your ass sore in the morning. Beg like a slut if you have to," Damian spoke evenly.

The guard stood still for moments before he walked out of the building.

"So," Luke ventured, "do you want to tell me about that?"

"No."

Luke felt the fox tugging against his knot and he grunted. His knot had gone down most of the way, and Damian popped off with a small whimper. He stood and began to collect his outfits while Luke watched.

"You're still free to leave," Damian muttered.

"I know," Luke replied, being careful not to touch his sensitive length, his tail swishing along the smooth wood of the stage. "Will I get to see you again?" He wasn't sure what came over him, but he didn't entirely regret it. Though, it still felt weird to be talking to another guy like this.

Damian turned to him, arms full of clothes, blinking. His blue eyes were dull, tired. "You're confused. You don't want to see me again."

"Yes. I am confused. I don't know what's going on. But I want to find out."

He smiled as the wolf sat there naked on the stage.

"If you really want to see me, I perform at the Emerald Circlet next Saturday." With that he turned to leave. He raised a paw up, waving as he went. "You might want to get out of here. That guard may come back and try to ride you." The curtains lowered.

And with that, Damian disappeared.

~The End

By: Novak "Walto"

2/11/18