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Disclaimer: Don't you hate it when your friends drag you to one of those seedy strip clubs that has people transform into lewd animals for your voyeuristic enjoyment? Me too. I absolutely despise it. And also, just by the by, definitely don't read any further. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Pet The Kitty: $20

The music of the club thudded in the backstage of The Menagerie. Through the dim expanse, performers criss-crossed past each other like scantily clad bees. Those who had already performed had others helping them peel off the tatters of their costumes while those who had yet to take the stage donned their own flimsy accoutrements.

Brick and Strum waited near the heavy curtain separating them from the stage, dim lights glinting off their polished bodies.

Brick was a few inches taller than his compatriot, with a carefully manicured black beard that contrasted with his lighter skin. He looked like his face could have been carved for a marble bust of some handsome, brooding hero from a bygone age. His brow furrowed as he double checked all of his clothes, a black speedo, lemon colored arm warmers, and similarly sunny leg warmers held up by garters with an exaggerated satiny black ribbon. His hands caressed over his smooth skin, prodding and adjusting, careful not to rip any of the papery thin material.

Strum chatted to whoever passed as he checked his own costume, face animated even in the dimness. His own features were more rounded, clean-shaven body exaggerating the curves and contours of his light brown skin. He checked his tight green jockstrap with white bands that accentuated his heavy package, his green and white striped arm and leg warmers, and his own thighs clad with frilly emerald and white garters.

"Ready to lose?" Strum quipped, reaching in to help Brick adjust his garters only to have his hand slapped away.

"Like hell I am," Brick replied, readjusting the ribbon-tied belt at the top of his thigh. "I've won the last four times you made this bet with me too. It's like you never learn who the main attraction is." He cracked his neck from side to side, bulging muscles tensing under his skin.

Their one-upsmanship was interrupted as an imperious older woman loomed up from the shadows behind them. Her streaked grey beehive was kept in place with an ostentatious bejeweled comb that seemed right at home with her blue velvet dress that could have been straight out of the Victorian age.

"You boys are on in two." She peered down her half-moon spectacles at them and then squinted at her clipboard. "You're doing the rivalry bit again?"

"Yup," replied Brick, barely looking at her as he quietly psyched himself up for the show.

"Yeah . . . right . . . just a bit . . ." Strum's eyes darted around like just been caught in a lie before he laughed.

"Make sure to keep it on time tonight, please," she enunciated the last word in a way that made clear it was not a request, but rather an absolute mandate.

"Oh, come on. Last time we only went two minutes over and then Virginia wasn't even ready yet and . . ." Strum protested.

The timeless woman's eyes flashed behind her glasses, the shadows around her rippling with like an unseen heatwave. "Beg your pardon?" her question cut through the droning bass from the club like a knife.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Lavine." Brick stepped up in front of Strum. "We've rehearsed this one a million times. We'll be done before fifteen," he reassured her.

The shadows ceased wavering as she gathered a wisp of hair behind her slightly pointed ear. "You'd better be," she replied imperiously. "15 seconds," she reminded them as she faded back into the darkness.

Brick scowled as Strum who shrugged, grin lighting up the backstage as the announcer called their names and the curtains swung open.

" And now, two of The Menagerie's favorites, Brick and Strum, here to give you a show you'll never forget. I'm not lyin' but they will be!" the announcer called as their song began to play, low base droning, building up before the introduction of the blaring melody.

The two strutted out, the matte blackness of the stage solid under their bare feet. A single line of white tape divided the stage, running straight down the middle all the way to the end of the small protruding peninsula surrounded by the good seats. The stage lights illuminated only them, making it look like their bodies were floating in a sea of darkness, shadowy silhouettes of the audience whooping and hollering as they began.

Brick took Strum in his toned arms. "I'm going to win," he stated matter-of-factly, words drowned out by the first refrain of the melody tweeting out over the rattling bass. He bent his partner back, leaning in and kissing Strum with a savage intensity, eyes flashing golden in the spotlight.

Strum melted in his arms, dark hair waving back. His hands played over Brick's toned body, tracing over his strong shoulders and pecs for the audience's enjoyment. "Sure you are," he beamed, words ending in a low growl. His body undulated as he pulled himself back upright and pressed his warm body against Brick, grinding their tight bulges together, green and yellow fabric straining with their arousal.

Their muscles tightened, rippling under their skin as they again made out with increasing ferocity. Their tight, revealing garments strained at the seams as bristly hay colored fur began to prickle in along their swelling bodies. They pulled each other tighter, darkening lips pulling back and revealing their sharpening fangs. Their bare feet swelled, toes bulging out into heavy padded paws as their heels lifted off the ground. They leaned against each other, bodies swelling as they continued their kiss to cheers from the audience as their muscles rippled under their loosening skin.

As the song picked up, a counter melody joined the fray. They pushed back from each other, each falling forwards onto their hands which swelled out into heavy paws, claws curling out and dragging across the wooden stage.

Brick's black thong was the first to go, the start of his tail bursting through as his thighs swelled, ripping the material and revealing his ass and changing maleness to the audience. His balls bulged, swelling larger and rounder as they pulled back towards his exposed, clenching asshole which stretched out horizontally with each lash of his growing tail.

Strum arched his back, growling as his shoulders tensed and a cinnamon mane of fluffy fur burst in above his shoulders. His arms ripped through his green striped arm warmers as he writhed in evident ecstasy. The outline of his shaft pressed against the thin fabric of his jockstrap before Brick walked behind him, weight seeming natural on all fours. Brick's own dark mane brushed out, as he leaned in and took the band of Strum's underwear in his thickening jaws and tore them off in one savage tug. He snuffled in at the back of Strum's taut balls, taking in his increasingly feline musk. his rough, flattening tongue dragged against Strum's testes as a tufted tail with a cinnamon plume creaked into existence above his bared, clenching asshole.

The shadowy members of the audience leaned in closer as the two men continued to change, bodies increasingly covered in glossy leonine fur. Their bared cocks turned glistening pink, tips sharpening down into feline points as plush rolls of loose flesh crept up from the bottom to form animal sheaths. They rubbed against each other as their chests barreled out, hips creaking wider and tails lashing, giving the audience a full view of their changing goods.

As they turned and padded down the short runway, two square panels in the middle of the round platform slid open, and slowly, with as much gravitas as a space shuttle being prepared for launch, two glistening black knotted dildos rose out. Each wobbled as they locked into place with a click.

" Alright folks! As it turns out these two kitties have a bit of a wager going tonight. You'll notice that we've divided the stage in two halves. The side with the most cash after the performance gets to change back and talk to their adoring fans after the show, while of course, the other one will have to work a bit harder for the rest of the evening."

Strum butted his massive feline head against Brick's dark mane as if reminding him of their earlier one-upsmanship. Brick grumbled dismissively, tossing his head with pride as a watcher tossed up a few bills on his side of the stage.

They reached the rounded island, circling the two ebon spires in the middle, cocks pulsing under their twitching tails.

Brick shifted his weight, licking his chops as he leaned back on his haunches, growling as the pointed tip of the shaft prodded at his exposed tailhole.

Strum took a less measured approach, letting out breathy chuffs as he ground his rump down, letting the rubbery length smear glossy lube up against his tail and over his clenching ass.

They each continued, letting the tension rise as the audience collectively leaned in closer, more people filtering in from around the club to watch the show.

They each pressed forwards, whiskers stretching out before their muzzles met, muffling their yowls as they each continued to press back against the rubbery shafts behind them. Their heads twisted as they lapped into each other's muzzles, desperately making out as the crowd's hungry gaze washed over them like a heady drug.

Brick managed to sink down first. The springy rubber caught just under his tail, making the length buckle slightly as his entire body clenched. His skin shivered as he leaned back, letting the tapered tip slide inside of his pliant, feline asshole. He growled out into Strum's muzzle as his ass wrenched down around the shaft. He began to bob lower, edges of his mouth turning up in a smile as a few bills fluttered down onto the stage around him. His tail lashed with regal pride as a trepidatious hand slid a twenty under his black and yellow garter, the only garment that remained in anything but tatters.

Strum made up for his apparent lack of technique in pure, needy insistence. The tip of the dildo slid past his clenching lion-hole again and again. His own cock twitched, leaking out a dripping bead of pre as the tip pressed against him, the shaft bending before springing up against the now sopping base of his tail. He lifted his ass up again and again before at last, slamming down in just such a way that the dark, rubbery tip rocketed up into him. His cinnamon mane fluffed up, golden eyes flying wide, tail flickering about as his ass wrenched down at the yielding shaft which it sank into him all the way up to the girthy knot. The audience cheered, a small cloud of bills fluttering onto the stage around him like confetti.

They broke their kiss. Brick's jaws stretched open as his roar was drowned out by the thrumming music. Strum's tongue lolled out like a dog's flickering up at nothing as he rocked back and forth, grinding down at the knot. Their paws splayed out, sharp claws dragging gouges through the black paint on the stage. They each nuzzled in against the other, huffing out and growling as the rounded silicone bulges stretched them wider and wider. The audiences' eyes were drawn by their lashing tails down to their taut assholes, their pink animal pricks drooling clear pre down against the stage.

With a faint nod, they each began rocking back faster, letting their weight bare down as the hefty knots stretched out their clenching rings of muscle before each pulled back up and tried again and again.

Strum's breaths came out in ragged pants, his muscles tensing as he pressed himself down, taking the massive knot nearly halfway before sliding back up, wriggling his tail and pressing down again. Each time he slammed down the muscles in his haunches tensed, pleasure evident as his eyes hung half lidded. He lost himself in the sensations as the music boomed in his ears and Brick panted against him.

Brick was more methodical. He rocked back, wiggling his hips from side to side, stretching himself wider as his tail lashed against the edge of the stage. He gritted his teeth, baring his fangs and pressing back in longer, harder shoves, waves of pleasure radiating out through his feral body every time he clenched around the edge of the thick, yielding knot.

They each stretched their necks forwards towards the other, tongues curling out and entwining. The music dropped down to a dull thrum as they panted, each one steeling themselves before letting their weight fall back. The knots rammed against their tight holes, stretching them wide for the audience to see before slamming into them both as the melody returned and the audience cheered.

Strum's tail stood straight out, his ears folded back, the muscles in his thighs tensing. His muzzle stretched wide open as his cock began to twitch, erupting out a fountain of thick white seed that splashed against Brick's fur and the dark floor. The audience applauded and shouted encouragement as Strum bobbed, the dildo's knot ramming against his prostate over and over as he continued to cum again and again. Money rained down onto the stage, leaving his side looking like a windy autumn day.

Brick shook his muzzle, scowling at the wisps of jizzum in his mane. Strum always managed to have a hair trigger. The dark maned lion watched as Strum panted before him, pointed cock twitching out a final dribble of feline seed. Brick then reached up with a paw, claws sinking into the light brown of Strum's mane as he dragged the other lion's head down in between his legs. Strum sniffed in, warm breath puffing against Brick's maleness before he licked in, rough tongue scraping against sensitive feline barbs. Brick thrust forwards as best he could while still tied to the dildo his ass wrenched around, shoving his cock into Brick's waiting maw.

The onlookers cheered as Brick fucked Strum's muzzle, slapping his balls against the other lion's chin. The darker lion grabbed Strum's head with both his paws, muzzle splitting open in a roar audible even over the thrumming bass as he shoved forward one last time, balls tightening, ass clamping down around the knot lodged inside of him.

Strum let Brick's shaft slide from his muzzle, opening wide and letting the seed splash into his open maw, and rain down on his face and the stage in great heavy white ropes. The crowd erupted as well, cash fluttering onto the stage along with every last spatter of Brick's leonine essence.

Panting, the two lions nodded to each other. They definitely didn't want to go overtime after Mrs. Lavine's warning. They each groaned, letting the knots stretch them wide once again before the dildos slid out of them with two slick pops. Their glistening, abused assholes slowly twitched closed as they rubbed against each other, walking back up the runway towards the curtain as the audience whistled and applauded behind them. Their tails curled together, forming a rough heart shape. As they untwined, Strum's tail whisked down, sweeping a few of the larger bills from his side of the stage over the white line to Brick's as he looked back and winked at the audience.

* * *

Brick sat splayed out on a stool at the neon, underlit bar. He wore a tight pair of black glossy shorts, a thick leather harness, and thick combat boots that all accentuated his muscular, human frame.

"The usual!" he shouted to the bartender, who promptly handed him a pint of lager, and then mixed up a Tom Collins and poured it into a metal bowl.

Brick took a sip of the lager before taking the bowl and sliding it onto the floor underneath him were Strum laid sprawled out like a massive housecat, tail thumping against the ground. The tawny still-lion wore nothing except his garters and a pink bow tied around his neck connected to a sign that read "Pet The Kitty: 20$"

Strum rumbled happily as a passerby slipped a twenty under his garter and then ruffled his fluffy mane. The lion leaned into the skritches as the man looked up at Brick and grinned.

"It looked pretty close tonight! What did the totals come out to be?" he asked.

Brick took a sip of his beer. "$637 to $612," he laughed, grinning down as Strum continued nuzzling against the man's scratching hand. "My little kitty was close, but not quite good enough to beat the best," he laughed, leaning back, elbows against the bar. He looked down at Strum, making contact with the lion's golden luminous eyes as he winked, and then joined the man, scratching between Strum's ears as they all waited for the next act to start.