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Oh, and he was cute, too. That undid much of her worry. Mahiri had been slightly nervous about the whole private dance thing. Not for any fear of danger or anything, but rather just for feeling awkward, sitting there in one of the private rooms behind the main stage, staring lustfully at some big stud. She'd been squirming in her seat, almost wanting to call out to her friends and ask them to reconsider. It was her birthday after all. She could do whatever she wanted. But as soon as that sapphire-maned stud swished his way into her view, she knew exactly where she needed to be. From shifting uncomfortably in her seat to leaning forward, fully at attention as soon as she laid eyes on that long-horned equine stud, she was purring within seconds of his grand entrance, licking her lips while she looked him up and down.

Clearly her friends had pooled their money together to get her the prettiest stripper in the whole place. She refused to believe any of the other dancers could be as handsome. Taking in the entire sight before her involved tipping her head way, way back, scanning up his towering figure and admiring every single little detail along the way. Those sturdy legs, that thick, fluffy tail, that impressive bulge all tucked tight into a black thong. She could have kept staring at the outline of his balls, especially with the way they so merrily bounced with his ever long-striding clop of approach, but there was so much more to take in. His broad chest, his sculpted figure, every part of him enthralled her. Then that fine mane of hair splayed over his shoulders, doing such a fine job of outlining his golden features. Not to mention it was all topped off by that pretty point of a horn,.all gleaming brightly in the pink and purple lights. She wondered if it was really magical.

The sheer stature of him was even more impressive the closer he got. He moved with the practised grace of a professional, swaying his hips and tail alike. There was so much eye candy before she hardly even knew where to fixate. All she could do was lick her lips and keep her rumbles going, audibly telling him how much she approved of what she saw without so much as needing to say a word. His charming smile made her heart all a-flutter.

"You must be the birthday girl. And what a pretty one, too. I'm Lance, and I'm here to spoil you, miss kitty."

"Mahiri," she said, sitting up straight. "It's nice to meet you. Do I just, um, do I sit here and watch or ... ?"

"Oh, you can do more than watch, ma'am. Touching, fondling, and more ... it's all very much allowed. In fact, I encourage it."

That put a little smile on her face. She tapped her fingertips together and sat back again, relaxing in that thick, cozy chair. "Goooood."

"But I don't require anything. All you need to do is relax, observe, and enjoy."

From there it was a matter of slowly moving his hips from side to side as if he was possessed by some unheard beat. The pump of sleazy (if catchy) strip club music spilled down the hall from the main bar, but Lance followed his own rhythm, swishing, swaying, showing off his athletic figure for the spotted feline's pleasure as she sat and stewed in admiration and heat. Of course she was getting horny. That was the whole point of this kind of thing, right? Though maybe not every girl got so utterly flooded in seconds, just watching his fat nuts and sheath swinging and jiggling about. His pretty blues were upon him the whole time, his smile coy and seductive, and he played his fingers through his lovely hair as he danced for her. It looked just as silky as her own crimson mane, and she found herself nibbling her lower lip, wishing she could reach him from where she sat. She was just going to have to be patient, and there was plenty to savour with her gaze in the meantime, the lust pouring through her as he turned his tail and let her get a good glimpse of his shapely backside. That rounded rear was the kind of ass that made her reflexively reach out, wanting nothing more than to grope and squeeze those fine cheeks, but all she could do was make grabby paws in the air until he got a little closer.

As soon as he was within reach, she got her hands on his hips, framing the outline of his form with those expert masseuse fingers she had. That was enough to give him brief pause, especially when she gave in to her own greed and squeezed deeply into the round of his rump, massaging his butt firmly enough to make him moan. A toss of his elegant hair went with that, and she didn't let up, kneading, working, admiring his bulk and curve, playing with that pretty bubble butt all she liked. He let her work until he slowly turned, giving her a faceful of that bulge, inches from her nose. The thin garment already barely contained him when he was soft, and all the rubbing was getting him slightly worked up, the mushroom head of his cock pushing out from beneath that thong, pulling it tight and tighter to his ass while he jiggled his balls right in front of her. A thought struck her while she watched those fat orbs jiggling, and the more she thought about it, the more she could resist. A glance up at him told her he was still watching her with an approving gaze, and so she just said fuck it and gave in to her initial urges.

That meant pressing her muzzle right up against his bulge, smothering herself in fat unicorn nuts, and gleefully motorboating them back and forth between teasy little sniffs. She made him laugh a little right up to the point she snuck a little kiss on the outline of his emerging dick, helping coat it from its sheath until his tiny thong was laughably unsuited for containing all that equine meat. She drew back with a lick of her lips, shooting him a narrow-eyed look. Something was coming over her, making her more rumbly than ever, her tail starting to twitch and thump on the chair behind her. Sure, he was an absolute giant, well-muscled, probably twice her size, but that hardly mattered when he was allllll his. For the moment, she kept it contained, sitting back and looking up over him while he moved to tease her with that slow, seductive undressing. It might even have been subtle if not for the sudden FLOP of his cock springing out once released from the confining garment, dropping from its sheath to plap atop his balls, firming up and flaring out right before her eyes, filling

"Mmmf, getting me worked up, just to look at you," he huffed, reaching down to give his cock a squeeze. "You've gotta be one of the prettiest customers I've ever had."

"You mean the prettiest, right?" Mahiri teased, and she didn't bother to wait for an answer for her lame joke. Instead, she went ahead and reached out to grasp that growing spire in a double-handed grip, laying it across her palms to admire its heft. "Mmmmmm, my ... I know you're a unicorn and all, but I never get over how good all the horsey-types have it. You don't mind, right?"

"Nnnnot at all," Lance managed to gasp out, already nibbling his lips while the cat played with his dick. "Anything you want, birthday girl."

"Anything, hm?" She looked up at him, still holding his cock. There was a spark of something in her gentle green eyes, a little flash of something brighter, something deeper, awoken beneath her facade of timidity. She showed him her teeth for a moment, drawing her lips back in a silent snarl as a shiver rocked through her. Something took charge, took hold of her. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the infectious music, his enticing scent ... or maybe she was just a leopardess in the presence of a big, tasty herbivore, wanting nothing more than to throw herself at him, no matter how much stronger than her he might have been.

Of course he noticed that look. He gave one of his own, though his was just the usual seductive smile, his eyes gleaming brightly while she stared her inner intensity up at him. Her rumbling dropped deeper, becoming more like a growl, barely audible but easily felt. She swished her tail back and forth and stroked along his cock, helping him to firm up completely, swelling out to a truly imposing length. Her grip tightened, and her eyes widened, pupils dilating as if she were right to pounce, but instead she licked. A firm drag of her tingly tongue along the details of his richly engorged horsecock left him puffing, his lower lip quivering just a little. Though it hardly twitched as much as his cock itself, that meaty length pulsing under her slow, sensual attention, glossing over his every vein, bumping along his medial ring, working to the base of his dick . He was supposed to be spoiling her. But if this was precisely what she wanted to be doing, then it wasn't his job to stop her.

Neither was it his job to try to calm her down when she rose from her seat, flashing those fangs again, rowling sharply as she rose up to her full height. Which hardly compared to his, but that wasn't the point. She let go of his cock, though it remained right where it was, stiff and solid, thumping along with the quickening pace of his heart. She might not have been big enough to endanger him, but he liked how intense she was getting. It was enough that when she stroked up along his hips and reached to his chest to give him a sudden, forceful shove, he sold the blow as if he'd just been hit by a truck, dramatically flopping backwards to splay his handsome form over the full length of the room, or close enough. He stretched his long legs right out, laid his head back, and rested it on his hands while he stared up at the growling girl looming hotly above the stripper stallion, her lashing tail cracking through the air like a spotty whip.

"Ooh. Someone knows what she wants," he teased, knowing he was playing with fire just a little, liable to get her even feistier with a few words. Though it seemed to have the opposite effect instead. She paused in the middle of her ferocity and giggled at herself.

"I don't know what's come over me! It's just ... something I've been feeling lately."

He beamed at her. "Tell me more."

"Well."

She took a position standing over him, feet planted on either side of his hips, his cock pointing straight between her legs. Before she spoke again, she played with the zipper of her jacket, letting those well-confined tits finally jiggle free of the confining garment, bouncing up and down in that lacy bra. Kitty had a bit of a goth thing going on with all that leather, despite her bright hair and markings. But most importantly, she had a big fat pair of tits to jiggle about once she'd shrugged off her top. Only then did she go on.

"It's a long story. I've changed some ... things, lately. And I've been feeling more confident."

"That's good to hear!" He hadn't stopped grinning up at her.

"And I was thinking, you know. Sometimes I wanna be needy and get pushed around, used however someone likes. You know. Be a slut, basically."

Lance nodded. "Nothing wrong with that."

She dropped her voice to a lower, more sultry tone, speaking her words with rumbly feline flair. "But sometimes ... sometimes I don't want that at all. I just want to take what I need. I don't want to wait for someone to give it to me. You know?"

"Hmm. I might know what you're saying." He gave the most blatant of winks. "Might have to show me, though."

"Mmm. Good point. Much better than standing around talking."

She licked her lips again, then stepped forward. This time, it was her turn to give him a strip tease. He had to bite his lip just to see her shake that ass, turning her thick rump towards him as she unzipped those clinging pants. Slipping out of them was like removing a second skin. Her spotty curves beneath were every bit as juicy as they looked all wrapped up in leather. That girl was thick. He'd have called her bottom heavy if not for those juicy tits bouncing above. When she turned again, he could see just how wet she was, how much she'd soaked the fabric of those cute panties, just by playing with him. He'd hardly touch her at all yet. She'd been doing all the work. And it looked very much like it was going to stay that way by the time she finished stripping down, and lowered her naked body down to sit on his heavy chest, laying all her weight atop him, wiggling herself back and forth. He could handle her just fine, breathing mostly steadily as she wafted her horny scent right into his nostrils, pressing her knees down on either side of his head. He didn't move until she told him, awaiting her command, whatever she may desire, simply enjoying the feeling of her vibrations passing down through her body and into his own as she squished her booty down on him.

Before she grabbed for her intended target, she stopped herself, just in case.

"Oh. That horn of yours ... it's not too sensitive to handle, is it?"

"Not really. Go wild," he assured her, watching the devious smile spreading over her features.

"Gooood. Because it's going to be my handle."

That was as good as getting permission to exercise her every single need upon him. So she went ahead and clutched him by the horn, pulling herself forward, getting her lust-coated pussy plush with his thick lips so she could grind a layer of juices all over them. He had no further comment but for the hotly huffed 'mmmf' of a gasp, projecting some warm air into her sex while she smothered him in her scent and taste alike. The schlick of soaking kitty sex filled his ears, partly drowning out her yowls while she tilted her head back and projected her feline noises towards the ceiling. Maybe someone would hear her, maybe not, but she didn't care. Not when she had a handsome unicorn to ride and smother, immersing him in her essence, in her warmth. She let all that lust and greed come out while she swayed her tail through the increasingly humid air. Their surroundings shimmered with her hot scent, pheromones swimming all around them as she fucked his face, pumping her pussy against his lips again and again, using that pretty horn for leverage so she could work her booty back and forth and meet him in deep, squelching kisses that only got her wetter with every messy smek against his features. He was coated in her juices, swallowing her flavour straight down, and that was all before he slipped her some tongue.

It was much like any deep kiss, except this one involved delving into the steamy tunnel of her cunt, wriggling that thick equine tongue up deep into her clenching depths, forcing his way forward no matter how tightly she squeezed down upon the intruding organ while she rowled her lust-drunk delight just above. It was enough to make her clench even more tightly around his horn, though she stopped pumping for a moment just to soak in the rush of pleasure that came with being so deeply penetrated by such a talented slurper. He worked in harder until he was fully buried within her, extending his tongue as far as it would stretch. Only then did he curl it and start dragging it straight back the way it came, carrying with it a scoop of inner juices that flooded his mouth or streamed down his cheeks, splashing to the floor as he drank her feline flavour straight from the needy source. Her insides trembled under his attention, but she didn't let that break her resolve. Elegantly curling her spine, she flexed the muscles beneath her curves and doubled her efforts, grinding, thumping, bouncing on his face while he tongue-fucked her with the full force of his vigour, plunging as deep as he could reach every single time she she came smacking down on his face, wearing a mask of her arousal thanks to all his eager work.

Such a treat was too good to last. She would have loved to savour in it for hours, if she could manage the willpower for such a thing. But instead, she found herself rushing to a climax in barely a minute of getting tonguefucked by the gorgeous unicorn. And he could feel it. That sudden clamp, those inner twitches growing to a tremble and a constant quiver. She was getting tighter, too, closing in around his tongue to make his slobbery slurps more of a challenge. He was up for it. No matter how much she squeezed him, closing her thighs around his cheeks and squishing his whole head between them, he diligently served her for as long as she needed him. It all made her yowl, made her snarl, her voice falling further down the spiral into resonating feline noise until it felt like the whole room was shaking with the bassy tone emanating from somewhere deep within her chest. She bounced that ass, jiggled those tits of hers, wobbling her hefty curves as she rode him to her peak, and when she finally hit it, he got little more warning then her sudden vise-grip on his tongue, pussy lips clamping him from nose to chin as she immersed him in her gushing pussy just in time to splash a nice thick load of squirting femcum right in his face.

It took her awhile to catch her breath. She kept him immersed, sitting right where she was. His tongue was still inside of her, slowly lapping up the mess she made, making her twitch occasionally when those gentle touches hit a particularly sensitive spot. She hadn't grown any cooler. Her body remained heated, radiating that potent aura of feminine arousal, even after a release like that. Removing herself from his face involved prying herself soaked thighs from around his head, leaving his lovely hair all matted and stuck to his face as she rose. Purring or not, she could still feel the heat. If anything, she was hornier for the pleasure-gush she had. Tapping her lower lip, she looked over the prone unicorn, running her hands along his chest, kneading into the muscle there while she swung her tail all around, drawing lavish patterns as she considered all his many options. Lance just remained where he was, awaiting the fine feline's desires, loving the way her constant rumbling felt against his solid body.

"It'd hardly be fair to leave you with this, wouldn't it?" Mahiri teased him, walking her fingers down his belly until she could finally reach his cock. She stroked it a few times, starting from the flared tip, squeezing all around it, then working down, lubricating her palms with the excess of pre flowing from him.

Lance just cleared his throat, giving a bit of a whinny. "Ah. You don't have to do anything. I'm perfectly content to just rub one out once we're done here. While thinking of you, of course."

That was enough to put that fangy grin on her face again. "Oh? You'd be thinking about me, hm? I'll give you something to think about."

She leapt upon him in an instant, throwing her thigh over his waist to mount him. From there it was just a matter of slowly sliding back until her butt touched against the base of his cock. That spire towered high, pulsing near her shoulders, and she leaned back to grind on it as if she were giving a pole dance of her own. Tickling his tip with her swishing tail made him snort, even ball his hands into fists, but he remained where he was, resisting the urge to just roll over and pin her down. He was too big for such a thing. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. Part of him wanted to warn her, as if the size of his cock wasn't already obvious. She was determined, sliding her sex along it lengthwise, gliding upwards to smear those juices over his every inch until she finally reached his tip.

That involved standing right up, meeting his eyes, flashing him with a glimpse of ferocity and determination before she sunk sweetly down, grasping the first few inches of his dick to guide it to her cunt. Her first few attempts slipped right off, sending a jolt through both their bodies, leaving her to recover from the shock of pleasure that came with such a sensation. But she didn't let it stop her, even if her legs quivered with need, her juices pouring down upon the mushroom-flare of horsedick poised against her pussy. Attempt after attempt, and finally she got him snugly shoved between her folds, letting her sliiiiide her way down until she was deeply stuffed and stretched, taking him to capacity as she nudged against his medial ring, her belly outlining the pulsing unicorn dick jammed inside her.

Leaning forward, she planted her palms on his chest, and rolled those fine hips, knocking her booty back and riding him, taking in a little more, a little more, stretching herself to obscenity while she yowled in his face. Or, as close to his face as she could reach anyway. He might have been too big for her in more than one sense, but she didn't let that stop her. She nibbled on his muscular middle, ran her claws along his skin, and rode him like like he was her mount, bounding her butt back and filling herself with his dick over and over again. Her ample ass shook with the force of her flexing, rolling motions, schlicking her way up and down as many inches as she could possibly take, no matter how much he stretched her. All he could do was hold onto her, gripping her tight and making sure she was steady, watching her tits bouncing back and forth with that forceful rutting. She was running out of paid time, he realized. But he he didn't running over if it meant cumming inside that sweet feline sex, which was swiftly becoming closer to reality as she pounded him into her clenching depths with reckless force.

"Ahhh ... miss Mahiri ...is it alright to cum inside you?" he managed to ask before it was too late.

All he got in response was a rowl and another flash of those teeth as she showed off her fangs, giving him a snarl that scrunched her face right up, making her look just on the edge of feral right before he blew inside her.

"What do you think?" she rumbled, clamping down on him as if to imprison the first foot of his dick inside her. There was no escaping until she was done with him.

Of course he couldn't resist. Not once sealed up tight within such a silky soft pussy, feeling her rumbles rolling through her body, massaging his cock right along with those constant contractions of climax that left her quivering there atop him. She humped her way through climax, getting wetter, louder, every forward stroke a schlick of a splat, every pull back a heavy spurting squelch until at last that energy spilled from them and they came together with an echoing gush. She squirted a river through his abs, pulling tighter, tighter, rapidly pumping and milking at him while she pierced his ears with those screechy feline noises, her eyes shut tight while she twitched atop him all throughout that peak. His wasn't nearly so complex. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, groaned out, and then shot his load hard inside that warm kitty womb, spraying her full of unicorn cum until she sloshed and wobbled with the stretching weight of all that fresh equine seed. It splashed and flowed from her, overflowing from her creamed pussy, pouring forth across his middle, running down his hips, splattering her swollen belly as she slowed herself to a slow grind. She was still squeezing, making sure to work every single drop out of him she could, no matter how full she got.

When he finally trickled out the last few drops he could possibly muster, he snorted and sighed, and she settled to a slow purr as she flopped forth over him like a spotty blanket. He technically was still on the clock and needed to move onto his next customer, but he was pretty sure he could stay there a while. What was he supposed to do, move a sleepy, satisfied kitty while she used him for a bed? She was comfy and content as she used his pecs for a pillow, finally releasing the tension around his cock and letting him make a waterfall of her inner thighs once he flopped free of her depths, the resulting sound like that of a bucket being overturned. What a mess they made. But he could worry about that later. All he needed to do was hug a very pleased feline around the waist and bask in her warmth and softness.

"Happy birthday," he eventually said, but he didn't get any response other than her steady purring. That was certainly enough to tell him he'd earned a good tip for all his hard work.