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It had been a crowded Saturday night at the Cock-Tease strip club, and Nour was hard at work on the pole. Quite literally, letting her erect member bob around and grind against the metal surface, while her breasts mashed along the steel. She was a lofty lass, over six feet tall, fur jet-black while her head of hair was a shock of bleached blonde. As usual, she was wearing her Egyptian flair: Golden eyeshadow, ear piercings, and shimmering nipple piercings. Each of her motions were on-point tonight, twirling around the pole, climbing it just to descend with a split, the works.

Still, the Anubian jackal didn't have many takers, as although her routine was vigorous and tantalizing, it seemed she was old hat by now. Only a few dozen of her usual patrons were gathered around her, and many of them weren't even giving her their full attention. The real star tonight was Lorette, an up-and-coming vixen. In appearance, she was plain as foxes come: white and orange, with some violet accents for variety. However, she had quite the rack, and something of a mystifying aura, drawing in patrons like bees to honey.

The moment Nour turned to gaze at her competition, she caught the fox's gaze. The piercing violet gaze met her golden one, sharing looks of contempt and envy at once. Scoffing, the jackal worked her pole with a renewed vigor, thrusting her hips intently, as though threatening the fox. In response, Lorette just seemed to chuckle silently, and for a few moments, Nour was lost in her routine, trying to keep her mind off of her rival. Suddenly, it felt as though all eyes were on her, and for the first time in a while, the jackal felt appreciated. With what seemed like the entire club staring at her, Nour figured her efforts were finally starting to pay off!

Much to her surprise, she felt a warm breath on her shoulder. Recoiling in surprise, she turned to regard Lorette, now right behind her and grinning quite toothily. Her hand grasped onto the jackal's pole, and she was now owning the dark canine's rightful space, rotating around the pole and intruding upon the jackal with a fanciful pirouette. Incensed, Nour resumed her own dance, scowling as she quietly spoke to the intruder.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Making money, unlike you."

And with that sharp retort, a stranger's hand slipped over and stuffed quite a wad of bills into the fox's stockings. Lorette grinned toothily, while Nour frowned, bumping against the fox's hip with her own, more forceful than just a playful hip bump, as she scolded.

"Yeah, well, you can do that on your own pole. That's how it's always worked here, new whore."

Shaking her head, Lorette leaned right over, palms on the ground, letting her rump raise nicely and the mounds grind against the pole, allowing the cold steel to neatly 'hotdog' between her bouncy rear cheeks.(edited)

"Speaking of rules, mhm... You remember the clause for a tramp that can't earn her pay, yeah?" Spoke Lorette, raising a finger just to wag it in disapproval. Her simple tease was enough to rile up the crowd, which showed approval by cramming even more cash onto every nook and cranny of the fox's clothing. By now, the dollars covered her more than her clothing!

Scoffing, Nour slid her hands smoothly down the pole, grasping onto it, while gyrating her hips outward, right towards the crowd and offering them a splendid view of her rump. Spreading her legs out wide, cocking her tail to the side all temptingly while swaying the rear from side-to-side. There were takers, sure, slipping a few bills onto her stockings, but nowhere near as many as Lorette's. Feeling particularly insulted right now, Nour's grimace showed as she spoke, "Whatever, it's not like anyone reads those."(edited)

Then to her surprise, Lorette reached over, and grasped her by the hips! With a sudden yank, she was drawn closer, that ebony bottom of hers now ground up against by the vulpine's fattening dick. It was a strong hold, but Nour was mostly concerned with how rude that sudden yank was, so she turned her head to bark and glare at the vixen, rather than pull free. What a mistake... Nour's fangs bared as she stammered, "The fuck do you think you're doing!? No touching, you know that!" Her protests were loud, and she was clearly losing her nerve, although the audience remained entertained rather than anything else.

Finally, Lorette showed her own fangs, with a devilish grin, pearly whites beaming, "If your tips are too low, for too long...?" Those words trailed off, as hips began to grind in earnest, the vixen's impressive girth reaching full mast, sporting a good few inches above the average. That shaft burning up, the friction of rubs as well as the warmth of blood-flow rousing the inches up as well as heating up the jackal's plush tush. Really throbbing up against the jackal's buns, as the fox finished her own sentence, "Your employment as a stripper is--Mmmph!--terminated. On the bright side, you get a nice cushy job position as a fat cock."

With that taunt, Nour stared up in disbelief, prying her hips away, back arched over sharply as the jackal simultaneously reached back, trying to shove the fox off with hands at that chest. It was to no avail, though... Within moments, Nour had felt a thrust inside, the fox's inches slipping in smoothly, unnaturally so. And in the next instant, it felt like her bottom was filled with glue, tied to the fox's crotch, making the jackal gasp out... Both in concern, as well as rising pleasure. Meeting Nour's desperate stare with her own smug expression, Lorette spoke, "The boss liked my numbers... Annnfff... So he let me have you.~" And with that, her grip reached over and tugged Nour's blonde locks, taking a handful and really yanking the woman's neck by the grip.

Taken aback by the sensations pulsating through her rump, Nour clenched up, tightening her inner muscles but to no avail... It felt like her insides were overheating, and melting, and she couldn't even tighten... At first she felt numb within her sweltering-hot tailhole, but then felt the sensation return... Many times more sensitive, permeating through her core as, strangely, she began to feel more... Feeling the throbs of the member buried within her, as if it were her own. Each pulse made her toes curl with delight, as she realized the changes taking over her body.

Shaking her head, Nour tried to resist, tugging with her hips to no avail, as the jackal's body weakened, while the fox retained a firm grip on the pole. Although initially shocked... There was no way she'd become a member, not like this... The proof was coming to the fore, as she felt her toes grow numb, and then vanish, her feet curling in on themselves, while her thighs began to stick to her own calves. "S-Stop! I never agreed to this! Let me go!" Whined Nour, her outrage crystallizing into humiliation, especially as she was drawn out of the moment by the crowd of onlookers, many still hollering and grinning as though this were any other part of the stripping routine--In fact, they seemed to enjoy this even more.

A few flashes, cameras surely, and Nour was dazzled, feeling overwhelmed, the intensifying sensations combined with the blood felt rushing to her head. Her knees went weak and resisting, struggling, became increasingly impossible. It felt as though every inch of her insides was being claimed by the fox inside of her, her guts felt twisting, while Lorette looked on, gazing down at her changing coworker... Changing cock would be more appropriate as a title, soon enough. The fox's grin looked predatory, while Nour squirmed beneath, her abdomen throbbing with the shaft inside of her, which felt larger and larger... As though it were replacing all of her insides! Meanwhile, her thighs had entirely stuck to her calves, the flesh binding as those fusing legs then curled up and stuck to another... Joining together as two rounded masses... Churning inside, developing into Lorette's larger new balls.

As the fur of those balls turned white, matching their fox owner rather than the dark jackal, Nour's hips rounded and bulged, swelling out into the shape of a bulb on either side of her body, becoming a knot. Her entire body, from the waist-up, was actually shrinking in size, even her tail was dwindling into nothing more than a stub, her size diminishing to better suit her new purpose... "Mmmph, just cutting you down to size. It'd be a shame to have a dick too big to even use." Tantalized Lorette, beaming down at her captive. Nour's earlier protests fell on deaf ears, and with her strength draining, the jackal cried out further, "You bitch! I can't b-believe this is happening to me..." Her words became garbled, as suddenly gouts of cum began to gush out of her maw, drenching her muzzle, and soon her body.

With her fur falling off en masse, and being swept off the stripper stage by a janitor passing by, Nour felt the gravity of her situation in full now... Her sensitive skin, dark as her fur, being exposed to the light and feeling the cool air conditioning of the club. With her breasts flattening and their piercings clinking about with the swaying of Lorette's hips, which shook teasingly for the amusement and pleasure of onlookers, she felt more humiliated and laid bare than ever before, which felt ironic for her, given her former profession. Weakly flailing her dwindling, stubby arms, the jackal-cock no longer even had the capacity to resist, a thick vein meanwhile extending over her back, pumping plenty of blood from her new host, and sure to accelerate the changes.

Her fate was sealed, and she gazed up at her new host with a drop running down her cheek... Whether it was a tear drop or a drop of seed, she didn't know, but did know she'd be spending a long, long time as her rival's fat dick.

"This is a good look on you, sweetheart. Don't fret, you're going to be making plenty of money now, and you'll get all of those stares you've been wanting..."