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Though she wasn't diametrically opposed to the idea, Tayelle wasn't entirely on board with her friends idea.

Previous nights out on the town left her with a bad taste in her mouth, and it seemed that she was always getting separated from her friends by the massive crowds that dominated the bars: she was a bit timid by nature, but she was running out of ways to delay her frustrations from boiling over.

The only reason she'd agreed to go with to Knots was the fact that there would be plenty of extra eye candy for her to ogle, and even then, she had to be bribed into the occasion with the promise that she wouldn't have to drive anyone home that evening.

"Another one already? You're still working on your first, aren't you?"

Though he was a kind enough gentleman, the Doberman that was working her half of the bar was still there to make money, and if a glass was empty, his orders were to replace it as fast as he could.

He wasn't used to seeing someone tap the counter for another before their first glass was empty, but with a knowing smirk, Tayelle leaned over the counter, sealed her lips around the shot glass and lifted it up, pouring the contents down her throat without using her hands...and somehow, without making any mess.

"...Never mind, then. What would you like?"

With a couple of drinks slammed, her inhibitions fading, and her friends somewhere further down the bar, Tayelle decided there was no harm in flirting with a man who'd probably been hit on dozens of times: a broad chest was left bare, with tight, crotch-grabbing jeans as the only attire he was allowed to wear while he worked.

He was a feast for the eyes, but Tayelle knew before she opened her mouth that he wasn't one of the employees that would be allowed to do anything truly naughty while he was on the clock.

"For you to frame your junk up behind the glass the next time you fill it," Tayelle was blunt in her request, and a subtle curve in her grin wasn't fading, even when the canine cocked a brow at her overt, lewd demand. "Maybe give a little thrust or a pump while you're pouring...I wanna see which one of us makes a bigger mess...and do remember that I didn't use my hands."

"Guess your mouth is a little more skillful than my paws are," he answered, trying his best to keep up with her sensual attitude. "I always seem to spill a drop or two..."

"Good thing I'm not getting charged for those," Tayelle murmured. She passed another gracious tip over the bar as the canine filled her glass right to the edge of the rim: this time, she was cautious enough to lean her breasts into the bar and move forward with her neck, not wanting to spill the overfilled glass before it reached her lips. "Thanks for the excellent service, mister...?"

"Call me Zack," he answered. He was already pouring a shot for himself, deciding that he'd worked hard enough to earn a small reward that night. "Thanks for the fun chat, but...be sure to get closer to the stage if you can. The premier act of the night is coming up."

Glasses clinked, throats burned, and Tayelle winced at the powerful drink; it occurred to her that she never even told the man what she wanted, and immediately, there was a thick, syrupy texture coating her entire throat, as if she'd taken a spoonful of cough medicine.

It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but even when she swallowed a second and third time, she felt like she couldn't get the sensation to disappear...and after a fourth attempt, she decided she didn't want it to go anywhere, as if there was a comfort to how soothing the creamy sensation was.

"Thanks for the advice...looks like things are filling up fast!" Tayelle agreed, seeing how quickly the crowd was building in front of the main stage. "I guess this one really knows how to draw a crowd, don't they?"

"You have no idea," Zack confirmed. "If you're not interested in being a part of the show, be sure you don't get too close...she loves playing with the amateurs."

Tayelle scoffed. "Like I'd ever let someone rope me into something like that..."

It would have been too easy for Zack to make a note of the way that she'd taken her first shot, but as much as she'd tipped him, he was happy to see her off to the stage with a smile and a wink. "No; you don't seem like the type...but I do hope you have a little fun over there!"

Well, he was nice, Tayelle thought, looking away and continuing to undress the bartender with her thoughts, even when she was heading for a stage where far less clothing was the norm.

She was allowed to savor whoever she wanted that night, and with her friends preoccupied with a race to the bottom of their livers, she took a different task upon herself, wanting to save up plenty of inspiration for when she made her way home from the strip club.

Tayelle never planned on hooking up with someone when she went out with her friends, but the bright lights of the big city shined with a different, lustful glow around Knots...and for the first time that she could recall, she was utterly taken with a dancer when they pushed through the curtain behind the main stage, without a single announcement from the overhead speakers.

The lights, bright as they were, all went out at once. A panicked series of whispers rang out across the crowd, and then, a single beam of red light beamed down from the ceiling, creating a cone of amorous energy around the dancer that emerged.

For the moment that Tayelle couldn't see her, she was clutching her chest and waiting, wondering if the preview she'd gleaned could live up to the reality...but a clear, unblemished look at the stripper left her throat feeling arid as a desert and tighter than the clutch of her fingertips at her tank top; the shot she'd taken did nothing in the face of such a powerful reaction.

"She's gorgeous..."

Sabrith was locally famous as a party animal, and she spent plenty of time at the other bars and clubs that lined the lively, downtown neighborhood, but she made her home and her living at Knots, where she was a premier act almost every single weekend.

Just getting close to the stage when she was the one walking out was a difficult task, but thanks to the bartender, Tayelle had a leg up on the competition; whether it was the alcohol she'd consumed, or just the fact that she was tired of having to chase her friends around, she'd decided she was going to make the most of the evening.

Taking Zack's advice and moving through the crowds with blinders on, Tayelle ended up in the front seat of the gallery, right at the base of the stage, where some others were already putting their paws on the walkway and hoping to get a little extra attention. Bouncers were doing all they could to push the crowds back and provide the young star with a safety net, but they knew the routine as well as Sabrith did.

She was going to come out, put on a thrilling performance, and then, she'd be on her way back to her private room, carrying so many bills in the strap of her thong that it might put a hitch in her gait.

"Is it like this every time she comes out?" Tayelle wondered, sitting back in her seat and feeling the return of her timid nature as she watched all manner of species clamoring at the stage. "She's beautiful, but...I wonder what she does that gets everyone so interested in the show...?"

Scratching her cheek curiously and keeping her nails there as she felt the itch spreading, Tayelle thought nothing of the rough patch of skin, or the fact that it seemed to spread toward the back of her ear. She couldn't tell that there were extra tufts of pink fluff appearing wherever her nails danced across her fair, alabaster skin, but even if she'd noticed them, she wouldn't have given them her proper focus.

Her jaw was already gaping as tall, pointed heels moved down the stage, bringing Sabrith into greater focus. Wherever she moved, the ominous red of the spotlight followed her, and finally, the announcer decided it was time to properly introduce one of the most famous employees of the vaunted club.

"We here at Knots would like to apologize for the warmth...we've had some complaints about how hot it is in here, but when Sabrith comes to the stage, no one is keeping their cool! Give it up for Sabrith, everybody!"

A host of other red lights illuminated the edge of the walkway, giving the feisty canine the haunting glow of a hellhound; she looked like she was on the prowl from the moment she moved through the curtain, but scarlet locks couldn't hide the eager stare from her mismatched eyes.

She was scanning the crowd a little too carefully for that, and in the middle of it all, the timid catgirl felt a gaze descending upon her that carried more weight than any touch she'd ever known.

"We know you all want a piece of the action, but a friendly reminder from the staff: if you get too close, we can't be blamed for anything that happens to you! This one is known to bite...and that's if she likes you!"

The announcer was doing his job of getting the crowd fired up: even before Sabrith reached the pole in the middle of the stage, the floor was littered with bills...and people were thumping the edge of the stage as hard as they could, hoping they might be the lucky one to be pulled into any sort of action with her.

It wasn't until Sabrith reached the pole that she finally bent over, but as she turned around and lifted her long, fluffy curl to the crowd, the husky was simply offering them a distraction so she could untie her heels.

Stepping out of them and kicking them to the edge of the stage, a pair of patrons found themselves with souvenirs that would last them a lifetime, but the tight push of her thong against her womanhood was still blocking the best part of the show, even when her tail stayed lifted.

Her thumbs hooked into the waistline of her panties, and the entire crowd hushed as they waited for her to tug them down...but she knew the game as well as anyone, and she was going to tease them for as long as she could, hoping to drain every last dollar from their wallets.

Tugging up instead and rolling her hips from side to side with her panties hiked in either direction, the crowd was getting fired up and cheering her on, but as she looked back over her shoulder, her stare walked down the bridge of her muzzle and focused, yet again, on Tayelle: the catgirl wanted to think she was getting in her own head, but when she saw the tip of Sabrith's wide, pink tongue slip past the edge of her muzzle, there was no mistaking the direction of her gesture.

Flickering her tongue about and letting a drop of saliva spill over the stage, anyone close enough was whistling for the show to pick up, but Sabrith only offered them the quickest flash of her womanhood, tugging the minuscule fabric at her crotch aside for an instant.

Tayelle's eyes were sucked in so immediately that she didn't even realize she was drooling, as well, until she felt a drop of her own saliva land in her cleavage.

Get a hold of yourself, girl...she's just a stripper. She's paid to do this kind of thing...to give you a look that would have fucked you if it could...

It was getting harder and harder to trust her own thought process, and the itch upon her cheeks had become so powerful that Tayelle was becoming self-conscious about how heavily she was scratching it...but Sabrith's gaze was captivating...so much that Tayelle still didn't notice how much fluff was building up at the corners of her cheeks.

That same fur was moving down her neck and into her cleavage nice and slowly, but it wasn't going to spread forever: she'd only gotten half of what she needed for the process to continue, and the other, essential ingredient was spinning around and standing up tall, lifting her breasts to the crowd and coming ever closer to Tayelle's quivering form.

Tossing her brassier aside wasn't a big deal for Sabrith, who unclasped the garment unceremoniously and dangled it over the edge of the main stage. "Still warm, moist and musky! Who wants 'em?!"

Tayelle was deafened by the roar that came out all around her, but she couldn't deny that she was reaching up and hoping that she might be lucky enough to find the silky, black lace in her grasp.

She couldn't hide her disappointment when the cups were tossed over her head, but that was all part of the display: Sabrith didn't want to make it too obvious that she was singling Tayelle out, and if she tossed the bra to a random point in the crowd, more people would think it was intended for them...and just as she expected, that meant even more tips were being thrown onto a stage that was already coated in reserve notes.

Some of those were hers, of course...but she wasn't at all worried about reaching down and scooping them up into her panties, when she was looking right at the catgirl in the middle of the crowd.

Dropping to her knees and continuing what looked like a standard dance, the sensual husky cupped her breasts for the crowd and jostled them as she worked her way down, spreading her knees further and further until her crotch was rubbing against the bills...but the best part, as far as she was concerned, was when she bent over at the hip and got in close enough for Tayelle, even through all the crowd noise, to hear her invitation.

"As soon as I'm through that curtain," she whispered, coming in so close that everyone could see her nibbling Tayelle's ear, "Follow the bouncer to the back. Don't keep me waiting."

A long, wide, canine tongue brushed against Tayelle's cheek, leaving her utterly flustered; she couldn't pull her gaping jaw closed, even when Sabrith backed away and swung around the pole once more, drawing a final cheer from the crowd and giving them quite a display for the show to end on. As her bare paws planted on the stage once more, Sabrith rubbed her breasts around the pole, capturing it and pretending to guide her tongue along it like the cock she wished it was...but the crowd would have to complete that show with their own imagination.

"If you thought it was hot in here before, that was nothing; Sabrith just burned this place to the ground! Give it up one more time for Sabrith, everyone!"

The crowd was intoxicated by her dance, and as much fun as the strippers were having, the ornery fans were getting into it with each other...but Tayelle was moving against the grain, somehow.

She probably would have sat there all night, completely flabbergasted, if she wasn't tapped on the shoulder by a short, thick bouncer.

"She said not to keep her waiting, right? Trust me...you'd better listen to her."

**

The strippers at Knots were treated with the utmost respect, and each of the private rooms in the backstage area doubled as a bedroom for them: Sabrith used hers like a home away from home, and she was just coming out of the shower when her door opened, with Tayelle standing there, escorted by the bouncer.

"Perfect timing, darling...thanks for making sure she got back here safely, J. You can lock it behind you."

"Duly noted, ma'am."

In the darkened rooms backstage, Tayelle couldn't get a clear enough look at the man to pick out anything more than the orange stripes in his fur, but she wasn't all that worried about remembering him, either.

The whole night was a whirlwind thus far, and she could feel it spiraling even further out of control as the door closed behind her with a heavy, steel THUD.

"You looked like a deer in the headlights out there, so I thought it best to take a little more initiative with you," Sabrith confessed. "I'm assuming you've never been here before...or that you've never been handpicked by a stripper to have a little fun after the show."

"Considering everything I know about strippers, I didn't figure the show was any fun, much less anything that happened afterwards," Tayelle confessed. There was just enough alcohol flowing through her system to keep her socially lubricated, but the nerves were still obvious in her voice. "You...y-you really picked me out of the crowd...f-for...that?"

Sabrith giggled as she stepped out of her shower stall. The private rooms were impressively practical, with a shower that could easily fit a pair of bodies, not too far from the bed in the middle.

"You'll have to be far more specific, my dear," she teased. "We can do whatever you want...once you're suited for the task."

"I'm not sure if that was an insult, or..."

"Not even a little bit," Sabrith assured her. "To be honest, I'm not sure that you could be anymore beautiful than you already are, but... if you could be...there's only one way I'd think it possible."

"If I was naked?" Tayelle scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Do a toast with me, and I'll gladly answer that."

There was a tiny kitchenette next to the door that locked behind Tayelle, and a bottle of liquor waiting on the counter already. No shots had been poured, but Sabrith was already walking her way over, never putting on a single scrap of clothing.

It was in that moment that Tayelle noticed a sheathe in the middle of Sabrith's stride; she'd managed to hide that the entire time she was on stage.

"...W-wait a minute, you-

"You're ogling it pretty obviously; yes, I have a dick," Sabrith murmured, snickering. "And I'd be glad to let you try a taste, once you've got a mouth that can handle such a thing. You're getting there...but you need one more of these."

Pouring a shot for Tayelle and one for herself, the catgirl didn't realize at all how thick the fur upon her face had become, until it dipped into the rim of her shot glass when she lifted it, albeit hesitantly, to her lips.

What the hell?

The shape of her face had already changed a little, but as she clumsily took the drink, the pace of her transformation rapidly increased. She almost dropped the shot glass before she could set it down, and once more, she felt something thick and syrupy coating her throat, just like she did at the bar...but this time, the sound of her voice didn't go back to normal, even when she gulped down her tasty drink.

If she could describe the change in a word, she'd think her voice was just a little bit husky.

"Probably should have asked what was gonna happen before I did that," Tayelle admitted, her voice tight as she pushed the booze down into her stomach. "Though I've already got an inkling..."

Dainty fingers were plumping up rapidly into full, thick paws, and a slender body was growing a little extra weight in the curves; she leaned on the counter to combat a brief dizzy spell, but as she looked over at Sabrith and saw a knowing grin on her muzzle, she knew she'd get over it soon enough...and already, another sensation was replacing it.

I feel like I need to suck her cock...like I'll die if I don't!

"Why don't you show me what you're feeling?"

The alcohol was only a surrogate to the final step of the transformation: it kicked things off, but it was ultimately Sabrith herself, first licking Tayelle's cheek and then feeling the catgirl's tongue on the tip of her cock as the tip emerged that properly did the trick.

Precum dribbled over almost immediately, showing Sabrith's sincere excitement with her new plaything, but Tayelle wasn't going to be outdone: the alcohol loosened her up, and the delicious, fresh scent of Sabrith's crotch washed over her nose as she buried it in closer and closer.

It was already sensitive, but as her face continued to shift and a proper muzzle formed, her sense of smell became such that she needed to taste what she was smelling...and her tongue was getting larger just in time for her to slurp the end of a tapered, canine member.

"Is that enough of a show?" Tayelle asked, hugging around Sabrith's thigh with her growing paws and raking her new, thick claws through the plush coat of her fur.

She was disappointed to see a shake of the head, but all the while, Sabrith was grinning from ear to ear.

"After the show I put on for you earlier? You're gonna have to do a lot more than that to show me how you're feeling...you've got some other new parts to break in, don't you?"

As the inches continued to emerge from the sheath, Tayelle focused on getting used to her new muzzle, first: opening wide and wider as Sabrith's cock literally grew over her lower lip and into her maw, she was given something warm and tasty to focus on as a coat of fur, mingled with pink and white, emerged across the barren parts of her body.

Between her clothes, it was painfully obvious that Sabrith's image was being imparted upon her, but she was more concerned with sucking the life right out of the husky that had picked her.

I'd rather you break those in for me, Sabrith, Tayelle thought. She hadn't even realized how hard she was falling for the stripper until she moaned around her mouthful, quietly begging for more...but her cold, wet nose was pressed into Sabrith's crotch; she could go no further, and like a proper canine, she whimpered with a need that could only be fulfilled by the gorgeous creature standing before her.

Where that sense of need was coming from was already starting to drip with fresh, liquid arousal, but there was something more to the change than that, and with her mouth doing all the work, newly transformed paws fumbled eagerly at the hem of her skirt, wanting to feel something... anything more than the fabric of her panties against her womanhood.

Being a catgirl before, Tayelle was used to having proper, human folds, and a tight pair of vaginal lips that would easily part around the delicate touch of a fingertip.

Getting used to paws was already proving tough, but thicker digits settled against her womanhood right as she felt those same smooth, silky petals shifting to fit the rest of her form: her mound was just a little larger, with a plump, full labia that moved up and away from her body just slightly. Her expression shifted around her mouthful as she explored the change, never having thought about that part of the shift...but now that she was so eagerly rubbing the pads of her paws against the oversized nub of her clit, she was quick to appreciate and enjoy the advantages that came along with being a canine.

I'm gonna make myself cum before she ever has a chance to touch me...

Bucking her head back and forth as eagerly as she was, Tayelle received the final ingredient to make the shift permanent: a thick, oozing helping of precum sprayed across the back of her throat, but even at that, Sabrith was barely panting...

...She was saving her steam for what came next, as she watched the pink, plush fur filling in upon Tayelle's body.

"Can't believe you were able to take the whole thing into your throat like that!" She cheered, looking absolutely giddy at the way that Tayelle navigated her way to the base without even using her paws for guidance. "Well, a-almost the whole thing...but you probably don't want that part in your mouth, do you?"

Tayelle wasn't entirely sure what she meant, even when the base of Sabrith's knot was already pushing at the end of her muzzle.

With her sharp, canine ears perked to the sound, she shook her head, even with her mouth full.

" Good girl," Sabrith teased her, and though the words carried a sing-song taunt to them, Tayelle's backside lifted slightly from the floor so her tail could properly wag with the excitement she really felt. "And quite a naughty girl, judging by that scent...it's quite intoxicating, really. You're not in heat, are you?"

As a catgirl, Tayelle only knew the slightest glimpses of what a heat cycle could do to her body, and with a vibrator and her fingers, she always managed her way through it.

She hadn't considered the amount of need that might come from behind a full-blooded canine, but even hearing the word left her womanhood throbbing with overt, uncontrolled lust.

I swear, she's the one doing this to me...

Tayelle didn't know how right she was, but she couldn't focus on any thought in particular, save for how eager she was to feel the pulse of a cock somewhere other than the back of her throat; pleasant as it was, it wasn't vibrating with enough force to get her off.

There was energy akin to a puppy in her wag as she pushed down on her skirt again, but she was still transforming, even as she gulped down the last of the precum and felt Sabrith moving around her side.

"I'd say that we should play it safe, just in case you are in heat," Sabrith murmured, but even as she moved around Tayelle's side and stroked the new fur upon her lower back, her actions betrayed any good intentions in her words. "But once I get down behind you, I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to control myself..."

Tayelle was still bashful and flustered, but there was an eager sense of enjoyment in every touch she felt: even being petted, as innocuous as that was, filled her body with a delightful and jovial warmth, such that she couldn't help a timid smile as she looked over her shoulder.

"I don't want you to," she whispered hurriedly. "You picked me for a reason, r-right?"

Sabrith's fangs poked through the edges of her grin. "Sure did."

"Please...s-show me what that reason was..."

Lowering her skirt was all Tayelle had to do to grant Sabrith entry, and with her panties still around her lower thigh, the red-furred husky eagerly dropped to her knees and took her place, right where a canine with the need to breed should have been.

Tayelle's tail was still changing, even as Sabrith moved into position: though it was shrinking in from the long, thin nature of a feline tail, it was growing thicker and wider, until the weight of the curl kept it out of the way on its own...allowing Sabrith to admire Tayelle's canine cunt with her paws free to rest wherever they wanted.

Naturally, they drifted over Tayelle's backside and then, down around her hips and inner thighs as Sabrith did what an eager husky was wont to do. The tip of her cock, still soaked with a delicious mingle of spittle and spilled precum, brushed against Tayelle's sex for a moment in the quickest of teasing gestures, but that was all the warning she received before the tapered tip and the full, domineering weight of Sabrith's hips pumped forward.

Without being able to see her target, Sabrith was deadly accurate, brushing her tip against Tayelle's clit with the start of a thrust and filling her body at the peak of the movement; the soundproofing in the walls was immediately put to the test.

"O-oh...fuck...that's huge! I...c-can't take all that!" Tayelle protested, but as much as she'd changed on the outside, she didn't realize just how much her womanhood shifted on the inside, as well. She'd transformed to such an extent that her inner muscles were designed to take the kind of cock that Sabrith offered her...but nothing could prepare her for the speed and depth that canine thrusts could reach. "It's s-so much...ooohfuckoooohgoditstoomuch!"

Her tongue rolled over the side of her muzzle just as the new shape of her head came to a completed state: she was no longer the adorable catgirl that Sabrith first picked, but nearly a clone of the original husky. If not for the subtle pink in the tone of Tayelle's fur, it might have looked like Sabrith was humping herself...and in the low light of the private room, she could indulge that fantasy, if she were so inclined.

For their second round, she'd consider it...but right then, she was hammering into the new husky, pummeling her cunt with the kind of force and speed that only her fellow canines could offer to her.

"Just relax a little bit...kneel there like a good bitch and take it..." Sabrith spoke firmly, her voice eager and filled with the domineering attitude that a proper alpha brought to the bedroom. Her hips were a blur beneath her, and her arms were gripping Tayelle so tight that it was lifting her knees from the ground just slightly, but at the peak of her thrusts, that was just what should have happened: if they were going to tie, she needed the extra leverage. "And let me...d-do the rest...mnnf!"

Biting down on the patch of scruff that had grown at the back of Tayelle's neck, Sabrith kept her new bitch right in place and slammed the whole shaft of her member as deep as she could reach, and when she felt Tayelle's body squeezing around her even still, her knot finally made its long anticipated appearance.

Against the proper shape of Tayelle's canine womanhood, it was only a mild struggle for the pink husky to take the entire, thick lump, but as she did, her eyes rolled back and her long, wide tongue bounced over her jowls, showing just how mindless she'd gone in the peak of the act.

With the knot firmly held and a quiet schlip filling her sensitive ears, Tayelle was coming to accept everything that had happened to her that night. It had all happened so fast that she'd need a refresher in the morning, but she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon: it was only their first round, and she was going to need much more than that to feel satisfied, as riled up as the new canine was.

Panting, whimpering and whining like a heated bitch, she looked back over her shoulder and cast Sabrith a desperate gaze, even as she felt the heavenly gush of warm, slick cum pouring into her womb...