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Just waiting in line to get into the club was a little nerve-wracking for Kurt, but standing around a bunch of well-dressed strangers was nothing compared to the stress he felt when he and Jill finally made their way into the belly of the beast.

Knots was indeed a ferocious club, and the atmosphere of the building was such that it brought out the most voracious appetites of everyone brave enough to walk through the door. The owners would boast about the fact that their club was a little more extreme than the rival strip club across the street, and they made sure to butter up all of their patrons with compliments about their more visceral nature.

For someone like Jill, just walking into the club left endless chills running down her spine, settling in the cleft of her hooves. She was a cervine, and the overt nature of the club left her feeling as though everyone saw her as a target...but for that being the case, she was confident; she'd brought Kurt to the club that night with a very specific purpose, and she wasn't going to waste time mincing words with strangers.

"You...y-you really booked me an appointment here?" Kurt asked, still riddled with disbelief that Jill would do something so bold in the first place. "Please tell me you at least got me a private room..."

Jill giggled. "Like I'd make you go on stage in front of this many people. This place is packed to the gills every single night, but I've heard that the private rooms are pretty spacious and quiet...at least, by comparison."

Kurt still didn't understand what part of their evening was going to make him feel more comfortable in his new body, but Jill truly cared about his wellbeing and did everything she did with his best interests in mind.

If she had something planned that she thought would benefit him, the least he could do was trust her long enough to see it through.

"If you say so...where are they?"

Jill took Kurt's paw and clenched it gently. "Relax," she whispered to him, though her voice was lost in the overt thumping of bass from the overhead speakers. "And come this way."

She tugged him past the bathrooms on the right, away from the grandeur of the brilliant, flashing lights and underlit stages that made up the main area of the Knots strip club. Past those restrooms, down a hallway of walls that were painted black, Kurt and Jill came to what appeared to be a dead end, but a quick tap against the wall revealed that it was actually a revolving door, painted to match the rest of the hallway.

"You really pulled out all the stops with this one, didn't you?" Kurt asked, surprised that Jill would have gone to this much trouble, especially when she hadn't revealed exactly what the nature of their visit was. "And you seem...vaguely familiar with this club..."

"Trust me, I'm just following the directions they gave me online," Jill claimed. "The booking process was pretty simple, but once we're in the room, even I won't know for sure what we should expect."

As far as Kurt knew, Knots was just a typical strip club: his imagination didn't go any further than having a canine, be it male or female, grinding their junk in his face and demanding massive amounts of money in return for something that he could have stayed home and gotten from Jill.

Jill, on the other hand, did her research about the place, and found that they offered quite a bit more than lap dances in the private rooms, so long as the price was right.

"This is the one," she paused at a doorway that was every bit as dark and unremarkable as the others, save for the glittering handle of silver on the door. She gave a coded knock , tapping the door three times, pausing, and then bumping twice with a fist. "And if our dancer is ready, they should let us right in!"

Without having to even touch it, the handle began to turn from the other side, and Jill stood with Kurt's paw still in her comforting grasp. She bounced in place just a little bit as the door opened inward, and standing on the other side was a tall, firm canine with a smile that was more comforting than it had any right to be, given the place he worked.

It felt authentic , and at a strip club, the last thing Kurt ever expected to see or feel was a sense of belief in the people around him.

"A couple minutes early...I'm shocked," he claimed. "Usually, my clients show up fifteen minutes late , reeking like booze and cheap cigarettes...but you two look like you're dressed up for a night on the town!"

Jill giggled as the door was pulled open further, and a large, thick arm ushered them into the room. "I guess that makes you the town in this instance, doesn't it?"

"As much as you paid for this room? You can paint this town just about whatever color you want," he played right along, letting out a brief chuckle. "You must be Jill...and I'm assuming this fine, young thing with you is Kurt?"

In his line of work, the stripper didn't question names, genders or identities: he simply cared that everyone that came in his room arrived in a good mood, and left in a better one...but he could clearly see that Kurt wasn't as comfortable with the situation as Jill was.

"That's my name," Kurt replied, wishing he hadn't answered with such a brash attitude. "And you are?"

"Name's Rainier," he answered, welcoming the pair inside before he pushed the door closed behind him. "And I'm delighted that you two picked me to be your slice for the evening."

Rainier and his sister, Reina, were two of the main attractions of the Knots strip club, but that evening, the brother was flying solo. He knew he was going to have his hands full, and right from the start, he could see that Jill arrived without any panties on under her slim, gripping cocktail dress, but he was interested by the lack of a bulge in Kurt's jeans.

"I may not have properly expressed my intentions in my booking email," Jill admitted. "Believe me, if you've got enough left for a second round, I'd be delighted to give you a try, but...I was actually more concerned with making Kurt comfortable."

Rainier clicked the lock on the door, ensuring their privacy for the rest of the evening. "Is that right? And what can I do to make you more comfortable, Kurt?"

Even before the leopard had a chance to answer, he was getting an eyeful of the warm, soft underbelly of the towering husky. Soothing fluff of snow white made a thick, happy trail toward his crotch, and being a stripper, it was no surprise to Kurt that Rainier's pants came off with a single click of the button.

All that remained was a gripping thong of stark black, and just the tip of Rainier's cock forced that little prison of fabric to bulge out, before the husky even had a chance to show his proper arousal.

"You...u-uh. You could put those back on, maybe?"

Jill moved back to one of the couches in the spacious private room: a wraparound sectional took up one half of the room, with a miniature stage and stripper pole in the very middle. On the other side, much to their surprise, was a kitchenette, complete with a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a full, running wet bar; there was no shortage of kinks that could be addressed in such a place.

"Now, sweetie...is that any way for us to address the kind man?" she asked, tugging Kurt into place with her and sitting back. She was only there to enjoy the show, but already, it was one hell of a show...and she wondered if getting to watch would be enough for her to leave satisfied. "He's trying really hard to treat you like the sexy little thing that you are..."

After the experiment that left Kurt somewhere between bodies, he'd been struggling with the reality that he no longer had a cock: as an intersex male, he had to learn to accept himself all over again, and in Jill's mind, coming to the club and having him addressed however he wanted was the perfect way to work him into thinking of himself as a sexual being again.

Thus far, this experiment wasn't going much better than the last one he was a part of.

"Is...i-is that was this is all about?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you really think this is helping me work into this new body at all?"

Jill's ears flattened back toward her skull as she sighed. "Well, I know you aren't as experienced with...y'know...having a pussy as I am," she admitted. "But Rainier promised to be nice and gentle about things...so you could work into the concept of having a pussy in the first place."

To her credit, Jill had given Kurt plenty of time to exist in his new body before trying to suggest they do anything with the new parts that he'd gained, but just seeing the bulge of Rainier's cock, he felt an odd sense of inadequacy.

Even when he had a dick, his was never that large or impressive, and he knew that Rainier was only starting to reveal everything he was packing.

"Jill, did...did you hire a stripper to sleep with me?"

Rainier nodded for her. "That's about the size of it, yeah...but if you're not comfortable with that, I hope you know that you're welcome to leave anytime, Kurt. I'd never force anything on a customer."

It was nice to be respected, despite the changes he'd undergone...and yet, things were still moving just a little too fast for Kurt to be happy about them.

Curiosity, however, was starting to get the better of the leopard as he felt Jill leaning on his side, and Rainier smiling down at him with such warming comfort.

"I admit, ever since I got this thing, I...I've been a little bit curious about it," Kurt admitted, before specifying, "You know: how it would feel to actually have someone...fuck me."

At first, she was worried that she may have made a terrible mistake, but hearing that, Jill felt a smirk tugging at the edges of her lips once more.

"And I haven't really been able to help...both because you haven't told me," she teased, giving Kurt's side a delicate poke, "And because I lack some of the necessary equipment."

"I suppose using a strap-on wouldn't have quite the same effect," Rainier agreed. "But there's nothing wrong with being hesitant about trying something for the first time. To be honest, I'm surprised that she came to me if this is the first time you're gonna be penetrated, but...I can be as firm as that pole over there, or as soft as the fluff on my chest. It's really up to you, Kurt."

Having any control over how his first romp went was a little comforting, but there was no denying that the leopard was still nervous about what was to come, even if he was curious to know the same sensations that Jill had known from him.

"Look, j-just...I'm not gay , okay?" Kurt muttered, gazing away for a moment and pretending that he couldn't feel subtle moisture gathering at the petals of his sex. "And I don't want anyone thinking I am just because I did this...a-and might enjoy it."

Rainier knew he was supposed to look supportive at such a sensitive time, but he couldn't help chuckling just a little bit. "Dude, it...it's okay, really. You're clearly pent up, you need to get off, and you're talking to a male stripper that's gone to bed with pretty much anyone and anything you can think of. I'm not judging you in the least for enjoying this, and frankly, if you don't enjoy it, I'm not doing a very good job."

Sound as his logic was, there was still a little hesitance in Kurt as he rested his paws over his lap...but there was no erection to cover up, like there might have been before.

There was only the uncomfortable moisture at the edges of his petals, and much to his surprise, the quiet schlick of Jill fingering her own under her dress; she was so eager to hear Kurt's final response that she couldn't contain her reaction.

" Jill? You're that into it?"

Under her little cocktail dress, it didn't take much for her to push up with her wrist and reveal the subtle moisture on her womanhood, or the shallow depth of a fingertip, rolling into her passage and drawing the natural arousal back out and over her clit.

"You didn't t-think I was just gonna sit back and watch, did you?" she asked, already finding quiet gasps in the passion of her words. "Even if you say no, that just means I...g-get to break this big boy in first..."

The entire plan was coming to light as the minutes passed, but just seeing how excited Jill was by the thought of Kurt trying this, he wasn't sure that he could let the moment pass him by.

As much as he was frustrated by the failed experiment that left him as he was, Jill had been there to support him every step of the way, being understanding of his mood swings and personal struggles; if she was that into the idea, he would at least give a try.

"Just don't forget to do this for yourself, too," she reminded him, as if she could tell where the last of his hesitance remained. "Let Rainier work you into it...and e-enjoy yourself, baby."

As spacious as the private room was, the trio were going to stay bunched close together as Jill scooted to the side just a little, moving into the corner of the sectional so she could watch, while giving Kurt something more to look at while Rainier approached.

"Ball's still in your court," Rainier assured him. "If you drop your slacks, I'm gonna assume that you'd like me to show you a little sample of how huskies like to do it..."

Kurt was just a little bit nervous, if only for the size of the massive husky behind him. That he was able to approach so gently on such large paws, and to rest his hands so delicately at the leopard's shoulders was an impressive feat on its own, but his sense of humor left something to be desired.

"Lemme guess: doggy style?" Kurt asked, as he finally gave the fateful push to the waistline of his slacks, revealing a pair of slim cut briefs, complete with a small wet spot at the front.

Turned away from the husky, Rainier couldn't see that arousal, but Jill was delighted by the sight of it...and her narrowed eyes cast up to the stripper to let him know that Kurt was as ready as he'd ever be.

"Won't quite be traditional doggy style," Rainier stressed, "Since you're gonna be up on this cushion...but if you were all the way down on the floor, I dunno if I'd be able to spread my knees wide enough to line up with you properly."

"Such a gentleman; thinking of everything, like that."

"I try my best, Kurt."

Hooking his thumb into the back of those briefs and giving them a tug, Rainier allowed Kurt to dictate the pace, even then...and that added comfort made him more comfortable with easing his underwear down to the floor, right along with his pants. Stepping out of the puddle of clothing and kneeling on the edge of the cushion, Kurt was still hesitant to lift his tail, but when he finally got an eyeful of what Rainier was packing, nerves and arousal were locked in pitched combat.

Nerves told him to flatten his tail as he looked back over his shoulder and saw a tip that was tapered, but still impossibly thick: the shaft, twitching and throbbing, looked a little too large to be comfortable, but at the very base of it all, a pair of warm, fuzzed orbs were quivering with every beat of the canine's heart, revealing that this wasn't just another appointment for him.

He was genuinely excited to be the first one to penetrate Kurt, and for his part, the leopard listened to his arousal, instead, and the dripping, moistened demands of his tender slit.

"I've always heard that cats lift their tails straight up like this when they're happy...you must be coming around to your girlfriend's idea," Rainier suggested. "And I couldn't be happier about that, myself."

"You sure you don't say that to all of your customers?" Kurt asked, looking back to Jill and watching her distracting performance as if he was looking away from a needle going into his arm.

Rainier shook his head just before Kurt turned his head, and standing firmly behind the feline, he took his place in their modified mount and gripped the base of his member, guiding the precum-soaked tip to the narrow part of Kurt's folds.

Even a single brush of that tip against his snatch was enough to leave Kurt shuddering on the cushion, but the impressive size told nothing of its skill: Rainier could take things as fast or slow, as gentle or as rough as the leopard wanted. "I've had plenty of piss poor experiences in this line of work...sometimes literally...but you two have something special, and I'm honored to be a part of that."

"What's crazy is I f-feel like I actually believe you," Kurt stammered. The brush of a warm, canine tip, throbbing and sliding against his clit, was a greater bliss than he'd given credit for. "If you're gonna do it, though...t-then...just fuck me..."

"With pleasure."

Those words were gruff enough that Kurt worried he might seize up, but Rainer only eased the tip inside, at first, letting Kurt learn the weight and girth of the canine cock before he had to accept the entire length.

Even that sample gave Kurt reason to suck in a tight gasp, but Rainier paused there, sharing a knowing glance with Jill.

"He'll be fine," she claimed, looking down at her boyfriend with a sinister grin. "You can give him more than that."

It was the subtle trail of liquid arousal that spilled over the back of the cushion that made Rainer comfortable moving a little deeper, and all it took was a subtle adjustment of his feet and a wrap of his paws around Kurt's slender waist to bring them that much closer together. Plentiful inches moved into the tight, eager grip of a passage that had never known such pressure before, but Kurt was handling everything beautifully...

...With exception to the pricks of his claws, raking against the cushion below.

"He's taking it pretty swimmingly so far," Rainier agreed, pushing up to the halfway mark of his shaft and waiting for a resistant clench; when none came, he leaned his full weight forth, and little by little, he disappeared inside of the leopard, until he could feel trickling streams of liquid desire pouring over the fluff of his sack. "Can you even see it from there, Jill?"

She shook her head rapidly and bit down on the end of a finger, too excited to keep from crying out if she didn't occupy her lips. "It's...a-all gone...you're doing wonderful , Kurt!"

Without Jill there to praise and guide him through it, Kurt might not have been so comfortable carrying on, but whether she was there or not, the overwhelming pleasure would have been.

Even at the shallowest point of every thrust, he could feel a tingling at the pout of his folds, and when Rainier pumped forward slowly, every inch of his inner walls came to know the canine's length a little bit better, until he knew when it was best for him to rock his hips back for the maximum depth and satisfaction.

He didn't want to admit it, but as he learned where his most sensitive spots were, Rainier was hitting all of them with his delicious cock.

"Faster..."

Rainier expected Jill to do the talking for him, but Kurt was becoming more comfortable, and in turn, a bit more brash about the act. "Think you can say it a little louder?" he teased, stepping right up to the edge of the cushion for better purchase.

Kurt gritted his fangs and sucked in a gasp. "I s-said faster!" his growl was so demanding that even Jill felt it: she didn't realize that her fingers had answered him until she had to slow the quick, vigorous rub of her clit to keep from climaxing.

"That's a bit more like it," Rainier complimented the words and wrapped his thick, muscular arms tight around the smaller feline. "Sounds to me like you're all warmed up."

Kurt was already shivering with delight, but when the husky leaned into the back of his skull and whispered "About time," he nearly melted into the cushion. The weight of a hammering thrust left him bracing for impact, and even when his claws tore through the pleather cover of the couch in his grasp, he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle Rainier's authentic pace.

It was only when he looked up and saw the lust drunk reaction of the doe in the corner that he was able to relax enough to take the brutal, rapid humps, coming from a husky that defined what it meant to be a canine when he fucked like he meant it.

"H...ho...ly...s-shit, Rainier!" Kurt didn't know that he was capable of crying out in such an overt fashion, but as he did, he could see Jill's face twisting up with such a level of need, her fingertips would never be able to reach it. "That's s-so deep...I didn't t-think I could take it that deep!"

Snickering and squeezing the leopard up to his chest, Rainier had even more than that in mind, knowing that there was one position that would allow even greater depth.

"Trust me, you can take a lot more than that, now that you're relaxed..."

Rainier wasn't quite a monster, but he was certainly built like one: lifting Kurt proved an easy task, but in the middle of the pull, his cock slipped out, leaving a subtle gape in his pouted, well-fucked petals.

Jill looked at the tender entrance with wide, eager eyes, seeing it quiver with such earthly delights that she couldn't believe Kurt hadn't gotten off yet...and as she lifted her fingertips from her clit and saw a web of arousal dripping between her digits, she wondered how much longer she would last, as well.

"...You gonna knot him?" she asked, rolling onto her knees and coming closer as Kurt was flipped onto his back.

The leopard let out a yelp of surprise as Rainer moved him with all the ease of a ragdoll, putting his legs back and pinning them under his impeding weight. The head of his cock dipped right into the delicious spread of Kurt's slit, and with a grunt and a nod, the husky was off again, pummeling into her boyfriend with greater speed than either of them thought he was capable of.

"Hope you don't mind if I join in, then..."

Kurt threw his head back to cry out, but as he opened his muzzle, he looked up and saw Jill straddling his face: his tongue emerged from his groaning maw just in time to line up against her petals, pushing clean through the glistening arousal that soaked her womanhood.

Months and months of practice told him just where to go with his tongue to make her squirm, but he'd never been given such a head start before...she was on the verge of cumming from a single pass of his tongue, and Rainier was right there with her, pummeling into the leopard with such force in his hips that his sack was slapping the feline's rump with every pass.

This is...t-this is all so much...too much...I can't take it anymore! Rainier thought, but with Jill bouncing on his face and fucking his tongue, he didn't have the chance to do much, save for glancing up into Rainier's eyes as the husky pumped his knot against eager petals.

With each thrust, Rainier stretched him out further and further, pushing Kurt past whatever limits he thought he knew...but there was just a little left to go before they'd be tied.

The push that finally did the trick was such that it nearly bucked Kurt's backside from the cushion, but his body held just strong enough to let the knot inside with a subtle, delightful schlip.

Looking down from her throne and biting her lower lip, Jill's knees stiffened up, quivered, and finally relaxed as she made it over the edge of her climax and spiraled out of control with the rest of the bunch, resting her palms on Kurt's chest for any form of purchase she could find.

"Such a s-slender little thing," Rainier groaned, expressing his own orgasmic bliss through lower, heavier growled. "I can see it...m-my cum building up inside you...nnfuck..."

As a tiny bulge appeared just below Kurt's tummy, he tried to catch his breath, only to be overwhelmed with the scent of his girlfriend smeared over his nose.

Much as he thought he'd be satisfied by the first round, he needed more...but then again, so did Jill...