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The International Adult Entertainment Expo was bustling with life -- company and clientele alike. It was quite the spectacle: eighteen-plus and tightly-controlled. No phones. No cameras. No recording devices of_any_ kind. Privacy was important to the venue and its current inhabitants.

The Expo was the last place you'd want to see a couple of troublemakers. Alas, two former high-school jocks had taken it upon themselves to bluff their way inside. Their looks helped -- chiselled, athletic. They drew a few lurid stares as they went about their business, strolling the aisles of the convention centre.

"Dude," said one, a tall tiger with faded stripes, more grey than solid black, "well done on gettin' past the security."

"Easy peasy," the other replied. He was a puma, shorter than his friend but no less dashing. "I gotta knack for foolin' bouncers. This is just, like, the next step up from that."

They travelled through a section of adult artwork -- paintings, boudoir and elegant. Digital and physical productions. That kind of stuff didn't excite them, not like videos. And speaking of...

"Hey, dude, look!" The puma's attention was drawn to where his tiger friend was pointing. "That's Cassie K!"

"No shit! Fuck, she looks even hotter in person,"

Swooning over one of their favourite porn stars standing half-a-hall away, the pair really got into the mood of the event. There was some seriously sexy stuff on display, and they danced among the crowd, weaving and winding, to soak in everything. They even got a few compliments on their looks -- the product of meticulous gym regimens. For the two of them, they were in heaven. Every hot-blooded males fantasy. At least, every_real_male's fantasy. None of that pathetic 'feelings' shit.

"Hey yo, think we might score?"

"Dan," the puma whispered, "don't jinx it. We've only been here an hour, let the hotties come to us, yeah?"

Dan, turning away for one moment, noticed something far away. Something that piqued not his sexual interest, but curiosity. "Mike," he said, keeping his voice low.

"Mike?" He turned around, his friend nowhere to be seen. "Mike?" he called out again, this time louder. The bustling crowd chose not to pass comment, so he assumed he wasn't being too disruptive. Like he cared anyway -- only reason he was being careful was because they'd get found out, and thrown out...

"Dan, over here!" came the voice of his buddy from afar. Dan's ears twitched as he tried to get a read on the signal. He found it, several stalls over. Arriving over there he saw Mike chatting confidently with a busty lynx, clad in a tight-fitting bikini. The guy was pulling all his speciality moves, and they seemed to be working on her. Interrupting his seduction routine, Dan spoke up: "hey, uh, Mike -- what's up?"

"Dan, meet Cindy," he said proudly, face beaming with smugness. The puma was no stranger to that name. Cindy Rayez. A fan favourite of Mike's.

"Hi Dan, your strapping friend Mike was just sweet-talkin' the pants off me!" she tittered, her chest shaking with each constrained laugh.

"Well," Mike growled, "your pants are already off...just gotta slide that pretty lil' thong of yours, and we're good to go."

Cindy giggled again. Dan, against his better wishes to score a threesome with a smoking-hot porn star, decided to drag Mike away from his impending conquest. "Listen, buddy, I gotta show you something."

"Dude? The fuck?" he whispered angrily in response, glaring at the puma. "It's Cindy Rayez! Are you blind?"

"No, I'm not. But you gotta see this -- I mean it. We can pick up chicks later."

"Chicks...bruh...Cindy Rayez!"

"Look, just come on!" Dan pulled Mike's arm, leading him through the crowd. Cindy waved to the unfortunate feline, who looked over his shoulder and responded in kind.Shit, he thought, there goes my chance...

"This better be good."

"Oh, if I'm right about this it'll be the highlight of the day."

* * *

Eventually, on the other side of the convention hall, a sign hove into view. It stood beside an entrance to an annex. Two scantily-clad mice in glittering costumes checked folks' tickets and let them inside. The glamorous gals dressed like magician's assistants, a fact reinforced by the title of the apparent show -- shining in bright gold letters in a gaudy font:

Ass Magic

"Sounds gay."

"Yeah sure whatever, I didn't drag you here to complain."

"So what is it you want to show me?" Mike asked, looking around. Some of the surrounding stalls at the entryway contained more advertising for the show. "Some kinda burlesque thing, right? Magic-themed?"

"Not that bit," Dan hurriedly replied, "look!" He gestured to another part of the wall, behind the mouse attendants, where some images of the show were on display. Pictures taken of prior performances.

Mike scratched his head. "What?"

"Look!" Dan said, as loud and emphatically as he could before causing a scene.

"Look at what?"

The tiger swiped his friend's head, smacking the back of it. "Look at that picture over there and tell me that's not Adam."

His eyes widened after studying the image. "Holy shit! You're right!"

Beneath the mask of the presenter pictured, obscuring half of the face, the sight of a former classmate was clear as day. The sequinned suit the figure wore didn't prevent them from seeing straight through it. It was him. No doubt.

"Adam? That queer little nerd?"

"He ain't shy about the 'queer' part anymore, looks like."

"Suuurrreee...that's why he's got a mask on."

"Wait, do you think no-one else knows?"

"Yeah, I kinda do. Would've heard of this faggy bitch's show otherwise."

"C'mon," Dan said, nudging Mike's elbow. "Wanna take a look?"

"Seriously? Dude, stop acting so interested..."

"Hey! I'm not fuckin' around. How fuckin' funny d'ya think this could be? He takes one look at the crowd and sees two of his old 'friends' from school sitting right there! Little pussy won't be able to handle it!" They bounced ideas between themselves about how they could heckle, or glare menacingly at the star performer; some of these suggestions stuck in their minds, but they decided to play it by ear and put anything majorly attention-grabbing to one side.

"Yeah...yeah! Let's try an' fuck with him." The two burly felines grinned and congratulate each other on their excellent scheming. Dan approached one of the dressed-up mice, speaking softly: "uh, excuse me ma'am -- how do you get in to see the show?"

"Oh, that's no problem, tickets can be bought right here!" She practically jumped for joy, seeing more customers arrive. "Seven dollars a head."

They looked at each other. "Okay then." Forking over the cash, they purchased two tickets to the next showing of 'Ass Magic'.

The mouse smiled. "He's really fun to watch (and very...sexy)! Enjoy."

Suppressing their sniggering, they bit down on their lips as the curtained entrance peeled back to reveal a stage and audience seating. Sensual dioramas flanked the stage, spreading out to the ceiling and side walls. Women and men in exotic poses. Entwined. Entranced. The production values and set design were stellar, a fact they were forced to admit.

Mike and Dan took their seats. One of them noticed a camera and film crew some ways away. "Dude," they whispered, "we have to get a recording. No-one'll believe us otherwise."

"We got the money, so why not? Beats sneaking our phones out and filmin' ourselves."

"Shush, it's about to start..."

* * *

The show's introduction was a menagerie of mystique and male beauty. A low fog descended, spilling over the stage as the lights turned off. It danced and coiled in the air -- wisps of scented cloud streaking from seat-to-seat, perfumed tendrils swirling 'round peoples' heads...blanketing their field of vision with white-grey clouds. Beams of stage-light shone through the mist. Bright, piercing rays, spreading from a narrow cone to a broad circular patch projected onto the audience as they travelled the length and breadth of the makeshift theatre. Humming could be heard in the background as a sultry female voice declared that the show had begun.

Mike and Dan huddled in their seats, bursting with excitement. Neither knew what to expect -- but they knew they'd never forget it...

Three figures rose from the mist on the stage. As spotlights traversed the gloom their rays glittered and reflected off of the figures' costumes. Dropping low, falling to a kneeling pose, they disappeared. The audience craned their necks forward, inching as much as they could to catch a glimpse of the vanishing performers.

As the fog settled, and dissipated over the course of several seconds, the background music swelled from a sensual hum to something more clear, more audible. A warm melody, laced with teasing overtones.

The stage cleared. It was empty. People looked around. There wasn't enough time for anyone to run offstage in the seconds it took for the fog to fade away. There were murmurings amongst those present. Ideas flew back-and-forth. The two jocks overheard someone mention that they'd seen the show before, and that this was the start of their magic trickery. "I guess Adam's actually good at this shit," Mike said to Dan in a tense whisper. His friend nodded, then returned to scouring the stage for any change in scene.

Hairs stood on end. The place was eerily quiet.

Very soon the talking subsided; the audience wasn't in the mood to interrupt.

"WELCOME!!!"

Mike and Dan nearly leapt out of their hides when the audience member in the row behind them -- two seats to the right -- burst out of their chair and threw off the heavy coat he was wearing. Shining brightly as every light in the house turned their gaze toward him, the pair saw a familiar five-foot figure.Oh shit dude, one of them mouthed,he's right over there!

Adam -- known only to the rest of the audience as the 'Magician' -- stepped through the crowded row of seats, gesturing and smiling as a round of applause rose all around. It reached thunderous heights, and silenced itself as soon as he raised a hand. Mike and Dan tilted forwards in their seats to watch their host and chief performer make his way down to the stage. Evidently, the rest of their row had the same idea. Each person leaned, craned, and shifted in their seats to see him -- though many with thirstier intentions than the shocked jocks.

Shocked, you ask? Well...they had an inkling of what to expect, but...

Adam sauntered into the aisle, his small body wrapped in a twin-tailed jacket. It neatly split just above his waist, and its ends swished as he walked -- his brown tail amongst them. Beneath it an emerald-gold glimmer seduced nearby watchers, a thin G-string swept up between his fluffy ass cheeks, reflecting the stage-light. As he walked, he paused to twirl. To Mike and Dan his front was briefly visible, but no less risque. Buttons on his jacket were undone, leaving the purple-hued cloth to separate across his chest and torso. His chest was bare, clothed only by the gold trim of his jacket as it was thrown about wildly. A small piercing in his belly shone also, its tail-like trickle of beads shivering at the slightest motion of its owner's body. Matching his rear, the front portion of his thong was no less skimpy. Nestling a soft bulge, it drew many eager eyes away from his face for what fleeting seconds they were privy to it. Not that there was anything wrong with his face, as the two jocks would discover once they could seal their mouths shut after having them hang agape for far too long...

His pointed ears held in place a tiny feathered array one might call a hat -- or perhaps a headdress. It was similarly sequined and seductively fashioned, at least to those who had an interest in soft, delicate males. But what really caught the eye was the mask. Two deep, sweeping halves covered the upper cheek, nose, and brow, terminating in a split/frayed end on both sides. It seemed to be held in place by...well...magic, as no straps or strings or adhesive spots were sighted. Mike and Dan looked away, having seen enough by now. Undeterred, Adam surveyed the crowd; studying who, what, and where.

By this point in time the other two performers had revealed themselves, springing from amongst the audience and surprising many, who swore they saw ordinary attendees sitting there moments ago. They too moved towards the stage, joining Adam. Two female rabbits, white as snow. Their masks were simpler, lesser...but that didn't harm their looks. Bodies bound in bead-lined bikinis. Soft fur and long ears. Big, buck-toothed smiles.

Now this issomething to stare at, thought the rowdy males.

Mike licked his lips. He couldn't help it, and wasn't sure if it was the dryness of the air or the babes on display that forced him to concede to his tongue's wants. Dan scratched his leg, nudging forward on his seat as a tightness formed in his pants.Fuck dude, he wanted to tell his friend,maybe we'll enjoy this, huh?

The very camp and scantily-clad Magician took each girl underarm, leading them up a handful of rungs onto the stage. Each of them took a step in tandem, making each motion of their hips as sensual as possible. Two cotton-white pom-poms bobbed side-to-side, sandwiching a coiling brown tail. Tight clothing pinched cheeks and squeezed curves. In the targeted light every smooth, flowing motion was amplified, the audience drinking in every sweet second.

"I can't believe he's actually doing this shit," whispered Dan.

"I know, right?" Mike strained as the rabbit girls turned to face the onlooking crowd, his dick tickled by their forms and features. "I can't believe he's got girls this hot to help him!"

"Yeah...weird, isn't it? Does he do the whole 'gay best friend' bit as well?"

"Who knows bruh. Shut up and let's see what he starts doin'."

Both big cats made an effort to keep their mouths shut and watch, safe in the knowledge that only they knew about dear old Adam's professional escapades. It would be worth it just to see him realise just who they were...

* * *

The performance progressed at a steady pace, starting with simple tricks and illusions you might find in an ordinary magic show. Card tricks, disappearing objects, a hidden dove -- that sort of thing. The only 'adult' quality to events thus far was the performer's attire and their movements, designed to be sensual -- lithe bodies twisting and sliding against one another. The women were still the focus of Mike and Dan's lust, the pair ignoring the details of most of the act. Adam was slowly falling by the wayside, despite the whole purpose of their attendance being to score something embarrassing about an old classmate.

"Thank you ladies," Adam purred as his two assistants took a bow, "I'll need both of you to prepare for our next illusion." With that, he dismissed the two bunnies. They scooted offstage, leaving him standing alone on an empty stage. The only furnishing a small table to one side, which was quickly spirited away by a stagehand dressed in solid black.

The audience held their breath.

"I take it you've all enjoyed our performance so far?" he asked, hearing a hushed chorus of agreement. Adam smiled. His mask flashed as the lights skipped across to stage right. An anonymous, black-clad helper brought out a normal-sized top hat. Nothing untoward about it at all. Adam took it, showed it to the audience, verifying that it was as normal as could be.

"Let's change things up a bit," he said, "I know what kinda show this is, and what you lovely, lovely audience members want." A random person hooted. "I've been teasing you thus far, I'm afraid to admit. Giving you something mundane. Ordinary." He turned, back facing the crowd. His left leg rested, and Adam placed all his weight on his right, increasing the tautness of his rear. After a flick of his tail, he slapped a hand onto his ass, running it down his thigh. "You all want something...much more entertaining..."

He swivelled back around, standing straight while holding the hat in both hands. As the audience watched, he slowly, seductively, glided his fingers across the brim. Over and under, plunging his arm into the hat -- far beyond what was possible. He grimaced, and pretended to struggle. He appeared to be stuck. Trying to pull something out of the hat.

Mike and Dan, meanwhile, were mostly tuned out. They were feeling time drag on, terminally bored by the sheer length of the show, and the tonne of adulation by the surrounding audience only encouraged the show to keep on going. They cursed the lack of pretty women onstage.It would all be worth it, they consoled themselves, just to make Adam squirm.

Once they had a copy of tonight's show, they were golden. Show it to some friends, some like-minded dudebros, and let the bullying begin all over again!

The Magician was busy carrying out his trick -- feigning difficulty removing whatever it was out of the top hat. Suddenly, he roared...and a puffy white blur exploded from the rim of the hat, rapidly expanding into a person.

The two felines shot bolt upright, their attention restored.

One of the white rabbit assistants, buck naked, landed on her large feet to the sheer surprise of everyone watching. She clutched her breasts and placed a hand over her groin, acting shocked and distraught. Adam gestured to his lovely assistant as the crowed 'ooh-ed' and 'aah-ed', basking in the glory of their cries.

Only a gay guy could do that without popping a boner in front of everyone,_Dan thought._But...how the fuck did he do it!?

"Dan," Mike said, his eyes darting between the stage and his friend, "he's really good. Like...really fuckin' good!"

"Shut up -- I know! Just watch 'til the end and buy a recording."

Dan fumed. He thought Mike might be having the same thoughts. Not good thoughts -- awkward ones. The show was too well-put-together, too competent...and too god-damned sexy to really make it humiliating. What would someone say when they showed them it? 'Wow, that's hot'?

What good was making all of this known if nobody was going to focus on Adam?

The nude rabbit smirked as her faux-surprise turned to knowing glee. Adam handed her the top hat, still miraculously in one piece after unleashing a full-sized person from its narrow confines. She took it gladly, using it to shield her privates from view. The audience groaned, but this had been anticipated. She winked and turned to the side, the outline of her curves presented to everyone. The thickness of her thighs, supporting a round ass and puffy tail, the arced contour of her back as one's gaze traversed upwards. Her pretty smile, and generous cleavage barely-constrained by her free arm. The music changed, and she began a short burlesque routine.

Cheers rang through the hall. Yet Dan couldn't hear them. He sat, rigid. Fighting the sensations surging through his junk. Mike wasn't as bad as his fellow feline. The puma watched with interest as the bunny gyrated around Adam. Her fluffy form flowed around him. He responded gracefully, guiding his own body to accommodate her movement. Occasionally, he acted unwilling -- a subtle joke to the audience about his own preferences -- and she strove to excite him. Their heads touched, mouths apart, and broke away. She coiled around his body, the true extent of her nudity kept at bay by the deft placement of Adam's own figure.

Mouths watered among the audience members, and as the erotic display came to an end there were many demands uttered by the silent, sultry stares of the crowd.

The lights cut out. Cue applause.

When the stage illuminated once more, the two performers stood side-by-side. Bowing.

"Thank you, Arianne, and give her a round of applause ladies and gentlemen," Adam called, summoning claps from his audience. The sexy rabbit girl skipped out of sight, leaving the Magician to address the onlookers: "that was just one fabulous trick! I have many more -- enough to tantalise and tease you for the rest of your days. But what kind of host would I be if I had all the fun?"

He scanned the crowd, eyes peering from behind his mask. Searching for volunteers. "I need a couple to come onstage," he announced.

Lots of whispers rose from those seated, guesses as to who would step forth -- or dare to. Mike shared a laugh with his friend. Dan shot side-glances at the masked Magician, daring him to descend further into perceived depravity.

"Now hold up," Adam shouted, raising his arms, "I should speak more clearly. I said a_couple,_ as in two lovebirds. Mates." His words met a chuckle. Some hands appeared, wishing for selection. "Don't tempt me," he warned the audience, "I'll decide who gets chosen." His gaze travelled row-to-row, seeking smitten pairs.

Everything proceeded normally. Tension built the longer he tarried, not yet making a clear choice. He turned to the left, then the right, angling for a good 'couple'.

Mike and Dan made a little too much noise as they spoke and giggled. Adam's eye settled in their direction. Audience members looked to the target of his stare, and the big cats who seemed locked in conversation. They didn't notice initially, only the dawning silence told them something had happened.

Dan tore his eyes away from Mike and cast them out into the hall. He spotted Adam, returning his attention with a look. First confusion, then...perhaps recognition...

The puma's heart sank.

Uh-oh.

"You two!"

Mike's ears twitched. He saw Dan, and Adam, and knew they were in trouble.

He pointed to his own chest, asking if he meant them in particular.

The Magician nodded.

"Come on down," he said, "and bring your delightful boyfriend."

Mike gulped. People nearby whooped and hollered in encouragement. Recipients of a mass of hungry stares, there was little room to wriggle away. He stood, the back of his legs knocking against the flip-up seat as it snapped shut like an angry pair of jaws.

"Come now, don't be shy..." Adam cooed. "I can always ask someone else."

Unable to save face, their pride led them towards the stage. Tiger and puma strode nervously down the centre aisle. Their minds melded.Just let him do the trick, Mike said internally, hoping in vain his friend could hear his frantic thoughts,we can edit us out of the footage. No way do we wanna be part of this!

Dan, as if sensing his colleague's trepidation, consoled himself:ignore anything f __aggy he might do...prancin' around on stage...let him_ perform, and then we can go back to our seats._

This misconception might damn them, if they weren't careful.

"Two buff, handsome pussycats," the Magician beamed, his smile infecting the entire audience, "what a lovely couple you guys make -- so nervous too! Don't be shy...you're almost there..."

They climbed onto the stage, keeping their distance from their former classmate. Adam was quick to tease them, asking them about themselves -- building a profile. He coaxed faked admissions of love from Mike and Dan. Words of longing, which stopped short of anything graphic (much to the audience's chagrin).

Terrified, Mike and Dan tried to behave as everyone expected. The tiger suppressed a growl when he felt a paw take his, holding hands together. A shifty look back down the centre aisle and up past the seats led him to the camera...recording everything. His attention returned to the puma's side, and this effeminate maestro of mysteries.

Dread filled him.

The way Adam viewed them...he knew. He knew exactly who they were; ever the professional, he let nothing slip. Masked both figuratively and literally.

Dan's tongue felt dry. Soured, desiccated under the hot artificial sun. He couldn't do anything to them in public, right? He wasn't going to ruin his show over some stupid revenge, right?

Right!?

"I think I've stalled long enough," Adam declared, facing away from his volunteers, "Daniel, and his dear partner Michael, will be taking part in my pièce de résistance. I have many options to choose from -- I like to keep my audience guessing after all -- but I've got just the thing. Not only for you, dear watchers, loyal ladies and gentlemen so keen to see skin and exposed fur...but my guests." He motioned to the two felines. "Straight, gay, or bi -- it doesn't matter. I have a trick for every eventuality..."

Shell-shocked and steel-jawed, Mike and Dan remained absolutely, perfectly still. Nothing betrayed their unwillingness to take part. Nothing spoiled the fantasy of their coupling...

Nothing could get any worse than this, for sure.

Two black curtains entered from either side of the stage. Dragged by the white-furred lapines from earlier, now fully-clothed again. At least, for whatever definition of 'fully-clothed' counted among the Expo's adult clientele. Adam took Mike by the paw and led him across the stage, swaying his tail and hips with exaggerated effort in front of the squirming dudebro. Not even the sight of the pretty bunnies from before could alter his mood. He was soon standing before the leftmost curtain, which Adam shifting close...pressing his slender body against his. "Enjoy this, I've made you the alpha."

Confusion crossed Mike's features, the puma frowning as Adam left him on his own. Dan was shown where to stand by one of the assistants, all smiles and glowing with happiness. Everyone present -- excluding Adam, Mike, and Dan -- poured vicariously their feelings into the scene being set for them. Two young, gay lovers, bonding over their fleeting yet memorable involvement in a show. How wonderful!

With each volunteer in front of their respective curtain, Adam waved his hand. A third roll of fabric descended centre-stage. He caught the flapping end of it and drew it forwards. He and his assistants ensured all three curtains were wrapped 'round their respective marks, with enough clearance to prevent anyone watching from guessing who was where. They readied the disappearing trick.

* * *

Mike pondered Adam's words.Made me the alpha? Huh?

Standing in darkness, his mind kept at him to solve this riddle. Was it a riddle? He flunked English...sooo...maybe?

Time began to pass him by. He could hear the audience outside. Muttering. Murmuring. Made hungry by the wait. He felt the same. Part of him, a sliver of his subconscious, wanted to get on with it. But another -- saner -- part, cautioned him.You don't know what's comin', it told him,what kind of freaky, kinky shit he has planned.

His chest shook. A breeze slipped under the curtain and tickled his fur.

* * *

Dan, on the other hand, stood in silence. Even on the inside. He blanked, letting his head empty of any thoughts or worries. The tiger shuffled his feet, paws padding over the dust on the stage floor. He too heard the audience grow weary of waiting, and the camp consolations offered by Adam soon stretched credulity.

Something inside him changed. He felt woozy. A heavy-headedness struck suddenly, and coloured his thinking. It split his head like a bad migraine. Frightened, Dan threw his arms around, barely touching the curtain surrounding him. He searched for any sign of interference, anything poking or prodding him that might cause him pain.

Nothing.

The only way he found he could alleviate the headache was to lean, tilt his head down. Soon the rest of his body followed. As he hunched over, the noise of the crowd outside disappeared, and a cool wind descended upon him.

* * *

Mike tried very hard to listen. With no light he had no vision, and no way to orient himself. He could look directly up and catch glimpses of the metal rings lining the top of the curtain, attaching it to the gantry above -- but his position left him far away from any stage-lights.

Seconds felt like minutes.

He heard Adam again, talking to the crowd, explaining his process.Disappear and reappear. He'd worked out the basics. Expecting a trap door to open at his feet, and a cheeky stage hand grabbing him and dragging him down, he waited patiently.

* * *

Both felines weren't without concern, however. Their minds kept turning to the sensual attire of the Magician's assistants -- soft fur, long legs, nice curves. Try as they might, they couldn't shake the thought of bedding them. With nothing to distract them, they were left to salivate over prizes currently unattainable. This caused a little...rise...in their mood.

Mike and Dan felt their erections press against their trousers. Straining as their meat swelled, blood pumping from a pounding heart. They stopped caring about the audience, Adam, the world beyond the curtain...they were horny...and in private...

* * *

Right before Mike was about to start massaging his tender length, a curious sensation emerged. He felt it in his legs, chest, and arms...it was as if he'd lost all his clothes, and his buff body was exposed to the air. But that couldn't have happened -- he would've sensed it. No-one entered, from above, below, or the side. No-one told him to do anything. And no-one certainly didn't_make_ him do anything.

Nope...his clothes were there one minute, and the next they were gone.

For some reason he refused to move around. He left his arms by his sides, and didn't fidget. His legs remained planted firmly in-place, spread, supporting his bulk. The warmth that flushed between his thighs sprang to attention, lifting into the air -- stiff, and throbbing.

Mike bit his lip. He wanted to relieve some of his pent-up hormones, but he didn't. His cock bounced in mid-air, suspended by his lust.

Fuck!

Wait! Adam was being very loud...his speech penetrated the embrace of the curtain...

Something was happening!

* * *

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have taken this lovely couple as my two volunteers. You have watched as I and my beautiful assistants hid them from sight. We've shown you, by swirling all the way around, that the curtains surround them completely. There are also no traps doors or other cheeky devices installed to spirit them away somewhere -- this is a rented hall, after all!" Getting the requisite laughs from the crowd, Adam continued: "no, my dears, this is far greater. I want you to be astonished, just as I have done so before..."

He paused. His skimpy outfit shone under the intense light. He spied eager faces amongst the audience.

"...with this Magical Translocation!"

Raising his hand, and letting it fall, he gave the signal. The two flanking curtains shot up, revealing no trace of their former occupants. Gasps sucked all the oxygen out of the room, as amazed patrons were left guessing as to where they went.

Adam smirked. He wasn't done yet!

Another wave of his arm and the centre curtain rose.

Again...empty.

Audience members glanced at each other, unsure of whether to applaud or not. This was...new.

* * *

Mike drew fast breaths. He'd been standing on sure footing, and then...nothing. He was nowhere; no place. The puma couldn't see, and still couldn't move much, and the sounds of the show had vanished.

Like he'd blacked out, for a split-second.

He could feel, though. His raging erection continued, now basking in an icy breeze that did little to deter. The agonising throb of his balls and the stretched itch of his barbed cock ruled his thoughts. His mind was on one thing, and one thing only: sating his lust.

The puma growled, his muscled body tensing.

His troubles were short-lived, as he felt relief. Sweet relief! His cock was caressed and moistened, and unseen walls slowly consumed his length, pressing on his shaft with pleasurable tightness. A groan escaped his lips, his jaw opening wide as he felt the slippery softness of a pussy.

Oh yes! Fuck yeah!

He could move again.

Mike reached out and with what energy he had laid paws upon a furry ass. He touched and moved his hands, fingers gripping their way across the tight butt that squished against his hips. His new mount wriggled, but he quickly cut that out by dragging his claws across the person's back.Good, he thought, no more movin' about...take it nice an' slow, bitch!

This must've been one of the rabbit girls, he reckoned. She was very eager...

He felt fur, and that was enough for him to proceed. He bucked once, nearly losing his composure after the tight chamber squeezed him. This was no pussy...he was all up in her ass!

YES!!!

Drowning in pleasure, he held back for fear of cumming too soon. He wanted to enjoy this. Wanted to drag out his climax until the very end. He stopped running his paws through her ass, rounding those plump cheeks one last time then throwing his arms back and stretching.

Wet. Tight. Warm.

After being impatient with the show, he was now okay if they took a long time to finish the trick.

Wait...

...

...the show!

His eyes flew open.

* * *

On Adam's order, the middle curtain descended once more. A loud snap of his fingers heralded the grand reveal. The lapine assistants posed on either side, and Adam declared loudly that Mike and Dan were cloaked within. A second snap of his fingers cut through the bated atmosphere, and all fell silent. His assistants pulled at ropes, and the sole remaining curtain ascended into the lofty heights of the stage, revealing...

The crowd gasped. Some jumped for joy, constrained by their seats. Other leered at the new, tantalising sight.

Mike and Dan's look of astonishment matched the audience's. That slippery, sinking feeling as Dan stared at them, bent over. Mike shared his suffering, merely muffled by the warm, sloppy sensation around his cock. He glanced down...

The two jocks were buff naked, a mix of orange and black; together, with one deep in the other's ass. Dan hunched over dutifully, locked in place by the girth of his friend's maleness. Mike whimpered and instinctively grabbed his fellow's hips, squeezing them tight -- his muscles tensed.

"TA-DA!!!" came the cry from the Magician. It was a weak pronouncement, and did not match the gravity of the situation he'd put the pair in. Adam sauntered past the frozen couple, giving them a vicious side-eye as he moved -- a knowing glare that told all. Mike gulped. He was stuck inside what he previously thought was a hot babe. Finding out the truth, he didn't know whether to wretch or faint. He was trapped, physically and socially. With his dick nine inches deep in Dan's asshole, what was he to do? Mike couldn't move suddenly, he couldn't try to pull out...anything might set him off and turn their embarrassment into something worse._I ain't fuckin' gay,_he protested, never speaking the words aloud for fear of incurring Adam's ire.

Adam's gaze said volumes.I know you 'ain't', but here you are...

How does he feel?

"Let's give a round of applause for our two volunteers -- first casualties of the show!" Adam broke his firm expression to pump up the audience for a few cheers, some laughs, and a plenty of innuendo. "I'd call it a date, but you two have started early, haven't you?"

Mike sputtered, speaking nonsense as he felt himself bound to Dan. The tiger had his hands on his legs to support his stance, and head bowed -- refusing to show his face.The camera, he wanted to shout at Mike, the motherfuckin' camera! You're being filmed!

Dan's own shame was exposed for all to see. His cock dangled erect from between splayed legs, soft tufts of fiery fur hiding its base, but not its length. The guffawing crowd could see him at his most vulnerable -- the bitch to his friend's alpha.

Whomever wore the trousers in this 'relationship' became easily apparent. At least, assuming it was real like those watching did.

Adam walked behind them and surprised Mike was a quick slap, right on his ass. The puma bolted forward, bucking his hips and driving further inside Dan. His ballsack shook with bouts of sudden pleasure, legs withering under the onslaught. He put more and more weight on his arms, holding onto Dan's waist as he fought to stay sane 'neath the draw of his restrictive tail-hole.

It felt too good to resist -- he couldn't!

But...

"Aww look, he's trying to hold back," Adam jeered, encouraging the crowd to join in, "don't be embarrassed, everyone here would just love to be in your...position." He turned from the two felines. "Who wants to be a part of my next trick?"

Many hands raised. Adam had his pick of fresh meat.

He was just getting started.

Dan struggled to accept his (ahem) position. Hiding his face, and his shame, he tried to ease himself off of Mike's cock. It was to no avail. The puma grunted and issued words of warning: "hey, hey dude...don't move so quick...I--gah--you'll make me cum!"

"What!? Fuck! Seriously?"

"Y-yeah dude, I am deadly serious," his friend said, his voice hoarse.

Mike leaned back and closed his eyes, imagining himself elsewhere. The tight embrace of Dan's supple ass had now returned to being the property of a stacked lady rabbit, looking over her shoulder at him. Her eyes glimmered with delight as he plunged into her rear, his cock moving little, but causing a lot of mutual pleasure. She sighed. He did the same. He was happy, if only for an instant.

"Well my friends it's been a pleasure," Adam said, "but I'm afraid we've a schedule to keep. I can't have you two lover boys clogging up my stage and each other's asses...c'mon, get moving!" He pointed to the audience, where some had gotten very hot 'n' heavy indeed. "You can fuck when you're back in your seats. Stop hogging the limelight!"

His authoritative tone triggered them to move, Mike trying first to gently disengage. Dan wasn't as patient, however, and rushed to leave the stage. His tugging caused the other feline to oppose his escape, as broad paws gripped his lower body. "What the fuck man? What did I just say?"

Dan didn't reply.

Mike had slowly slipped into a rhythm. As Dan tried to pull away, he closed the distance, making impromptu thrusts. Helpless against the call of the wild, the puma started to consciously pump his hips -- hoping to rid himself of the agony of anticipation. He fell forward, chest covering Dan's back. His tail jumped around, erratically. He breathed deep his 'partner's' scent, a rich musk diffused with cologne.

He was no longer his old self. In Mike's place, a ravenous animal emerged.

Dan held his breath as his friend started to pummel his pucker for all he was worth. They were both strong, and it showed. Each thrust forced him to open up, widening and deepening the passageway. He growled, and for a brief time moaned, as Mike fucked him.

Shuffling gradually to the side of the stage, he'd made it several metres before the pace quickened. Mike was getting closer. His own cock throbbed, starved of attention. He did not indulge it, focusing instead on ending this lust-fuelled nightmare. One step. Two steps. Three...he made progress, slow as it was under Mike's unyielding assault. That ceased when his prostate started to stimulate, catching him off-guard and almost causing him to stumble. Mike held him, in his strong arms, and prevented him from collapsing. The puma's back arced, bending over his friend-turned-unwilling lover.

"I'm close!" he cried, loud enough for members of the audience to hear -- those in the front seats. They came out in sympathy with their thrusting idol, kissing and fondling their partners (or in some cases, complete strangers). Adam's work was bearing fruit. The Expo would be thrilled with the reviews...and he'd gotten a lil' something extra for his trouble.

He let this charade continued for another few minutes, using the time to organise the next segment of his performance. The two bunny rabbits assisted him in setting up props. It didn't matter how workmanlike their activity seemed, everyone was paying attention to the hapless couple.

"Harder," Dan whined. Mike's ear flicked, refusing to believe what he'd just said. The puma asked him to repeat. "H-harder!" Dan yowled, rubbing his own sore length. "I...need it!"

Not one to ignore a buddy's request, Mike thrust harder. His hips rocked, jostling his friend as they pounded into his rear. Blissfully ignorant of the audience, or the unflinching eye of the camera crew far to the rear of the hall, he built up speed to hasten his climax.

"Ugh!"

"Yeah...don't...sssttt--"

"Gah!"

Mike couldn't hold it in. After one last, heavy thrust, he felt his orgasm rush to the fore. Hips pushed, sealing his waist to the swell of Dan's furry ass. The tiger's tail bent away from the point of entry. He groaned as his dominator came, flooding him with hot feline seed. Desperate to finish quickly, Mike kept himself as far inside as possible, plugging the escaping fluids with the thick base of his cock. More and more erupted forth. Warm, sticky, and permanently scarring. Mike held Dan close, using his strength to keep the tiger pinned as his knees went weak. A loud slam echoed through the hall as they hit the stage, now reduced to a crawl. Mike's whole body throbbed, and he jerked with each spurt of fresh cum.

Dan flattened under the weight of his friend, lying straight as Mike eked out whatever pleasure remained from their coupling. He cursed silently, the frustrated growl he made heard by no-one. They were all too transfixed on Mike, cheering him on. Every involuntary expression he made when cumming a new source of entertainment.

He felt Mike collapse on top of him, and he closed his eyes. The drone of the crowd soon faded away, as he shrank from the humiliation. It was over now, he thought, at least they could go now...

* * *

Two big cats exited the show far more hurriedly than how they'd sought entry. A tiger and puma, walking awkwardly, eyes constantly shifting left-to-right. The mouse girls at the entrance waved at them, hoping they 'had a great time' at the show. They were ignored, as the two jocks surged past and blended into the crowd. They moved at a rapid pace, slack-jawed expressions visible to passers-by. Once part of the anonymous crowd they afforded themselves a break. Mike caught his breath as Dan stopped beside him, ears hanging low, the hairs on his neck raised.

"C'mon, keep moving," he ordered his companion. The puma coughed and followed him out.

Together, they left the Expo. Dan inched ahead, outpacing his friend as they journeyed to their cars.

Mike slowed, and spoke to Dan: "gotta say, I enjoyed the show. Except for the bit where we--"

He was interrupted when Dan swivelled around, grabbed his shirt, and threw him against a parked car. The loud clatter and sigh of relief as its alarm didn't go off failed to assuage the mix of fear and confusion in Dan's eyes.

"Don't you fuckin' dare mention this to anyone!"

"Alright, alright! Cool your fuckin' jets bruh. I won't." Mike retreated, breaking contact with Dan as his shirt ruffled. He'd only just redressed, and he would be damned if he let someone mess up his clothes. A harsh growl escaped his lips -- the upturned snarl of the corner of his mouth demanding his friend back off. The pair stood, and collected their wits, before moving on.

Dan saw his car first, and soon burst into a run. Mike was lazier, and continued to stroll through the street-lit evening. He watched Dan clamber into his car and start the engine. Now out of sight and earshot, he began to smirk. The puma slid a hand into his back pocket, paw fondling blindly; he made out the shape of a USB key, loaded with mementos of what had transpired.

With less hang-ups about the show than Dan, a perverse pride buoyed him, bubbling up from parts unknown. Mike had been the 'top'...the 'alpha'...

In his mind there wasn't much to complain about. Not like Dan. His wicked smile grew. Nothing said he couldn't be an asshole to other assholes, even if the target of his ire was originally someone else.

And speaking of_assholes_...

He pressed the storage drive between his fingers, letting it jostle with his paws. A personal keepsake, something he could turn to whenever he felt shitty.

Mike beamed at Dan as his car drove away. Maybe he would play it for him, whenever he came to visit. Make him squirm, just like he did with his cock buried in his tight hole.

...maybe...

One thing's for sure. He wasn't going to let him forget it.