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The Ember Petal was known for much more than a rather peculiar, somewhat obnoxious name. In this strip club, the working ladies were well known for their feisty attitude, often showing their claws to customers and dancing like they were ready to pounce. And people enjoyed that, at least having something novel for once.

Jacob, the Bengal cat wasn't too sure about that, somewhat preferring more laid-back and cute strippers, showing off their almost bare bodies, while their tight panties pressed hard against the skin, leaving very little for the imagination. He was sitting alone at the small table, sipping on the cheapest drink he could find on the menu here. He watched the mountain goat girl currently taking the stage, already free from the black, laced bra and showing off a rather unattractive pair of small, practically flat breasts. But Jacob wouldn't be interested in her chest anyway, even if two humongous, soft tits would spring out of the underwear, bouncing heavily just for him. He was more of a panties guy.

While he liked the sight of completely naked women, the scent of even slightly used knickers would make him go, enjoying the scent and warmth coming out of them. But he obviously couldn't get such pleasure, sitting here and losing dwindling saving just to drink overpriced alcohol and stare at some goat.

Completely disappointed, he quickly emptied the drink and took and left the dimly lighted room, passing by an intimidating-looking hippopotamus. The nightclubs were always hiring massive guys to watch over more attractive, female workers.

He left the premises and leaned against a wall, staring at the starless sky, and sighing loudly. Jacob took a cigarette pack and looked inside. Only a few nicotine treats were left. Great, he thought.

But before he could fill his lungs with thick clouds of cancerous smoke, he eventually heard a burst of high-pitched laughter. Due to his sensitive ears, it felt like he scratched sharp talons against a blackboard. He peeked into the dark alley behind the club.

"Lucy, you're bad!" A busty mouse and owner of that fear-inducing chuckle looked at the siamese cat girl, who shared a few whiskey bottles with other girls. All of them were wearing incredibly expensive-looking coats, lined with real fur. And it's hard to get such material in the world of talking animals.

"What if Bob sees us?"

"He's only counting the money this place is earning him. Besides, I suck his dick every Friday, so he forgets about stuff like this..."

"Really? Ew, gross! And he probably has a weird-looking cock, right?"

"What else can you expect from the swine?"

They burst out with more laughter, making Jacob sick. But he noticed something else, far more interesting than a conversation about sexual endeavors. Not only they were standing with their backs turned to him, but the back door to that sleazy establishment was also wide open.

Maybe it was the cheap alcohol deciding, but Bengal cat truly needed something better out of this dreadful night. He put his back cigarettes into his pocket and slowly walked towards the door, trying not to make any sound. The girls were so focused on themselves, they didn't notice when a barely paying customer sneaked behind them, getting inside the corridor.

Seeing quite a lot of doors on each side of the pathway, he chose the nearest one, not reading the plaque on the sturdy wood. 'Lucy' was engraved in the golden colored metal.

Jacob noticed a plethora of wrinkled clothes, tossed carelessly around the changing room, while various opened creams, balms, and lipsticks were left on the counter, next to mirrors. But the cat ignored the mess and how the stripper was preparing herself for the show in a rush. He opened one of the drawers and looked inside.

"No good, they look clean and unused..." Jacob said to himself, noticing neatly put knickers inside, quite contrasting with the rest of the room. He walked around, suddenly feeling a small material under his leg. He looked down, noticing pink pair of panties with a wet spot in the middle. It could be sweat or any fluid, but he didn't care about that. He just had to smell it.

Bengal cat swiftly picked the underwear from the floor and placed them against his nose, taking a long, strong whiff. The scent filled his nostrils, while his imagination created various images in his head. It is smell of feline, wearing those panties for at least a few hours during physical activity. If he only had a little more time, the cat would probably rub one off while holding underwear close to his face. But he could always masturbate later.

"Damn, what if someone finds those?"

Not wanting to get caught with these in one of his pockets, he quickly took off his pants, then boxers which ended up in a nearby trash bin. Afterward, the pervert feline put on the incredibly tight pair of knickers, but at the very least he already had quite a feminine figure.

After putting back on the rest of his clothes, he tried to leave, unnoticed.

"Oi!"

Jacob's heart skipped a bit, before sinking into his stomach area, feeling completely devastated and ashamed. It was over.

"What the fuck are you doing here, dickhead? Who are you?"

The siamese, completely hairless cat with pearly white skin and burning, yellow eyes entered the room, pushing the other cat towards the wardrobe, infuriated to the bone.

"Always with you, horny-ass idiots. Can't you just enjoy the fucking show? What were you trying to do here, huh?"

The other girls entered as well, after hearing the commotion. The fluffy poodle, cheetah, and mouse stared at this interesting scene. The rodent girl couldn't help herself but laugh again.

"That will be good. Every week happens the same shit. Are they'll never learn that our autographs are worth jack shit?"

"I don't think he wanted our signature, Jenny." Poodle girl said.

"Aren't those your panties, Lucy?"

All four girls immediately stared at his pants, seeing soft, colorful material peeking out through the unbuttoned zipper.

"Are you wearing pink? Of course not, because those are mine, asshole!" The cat raised her arm, trying to scratch his face with long nails, but hitting his arm instead when he tried to cover himself. The other girls joined as well.

"Just take off his briefs."

"Hold him tight, I got it..."

While Jacob struggled, completely taken over by a bunch of strippers, they quickly took off his pants. Mouse girl kneeled before him, trying to pull down the knickers, but the siamese cat stopped her.

"No, let him keep them. I have a better idea. Hold him by the arms and help him stand up. Jenny, lock the door."

The other two women helped Jacob out, while an ominous clicking sound filled the cat's ears, sealing his fate.

"I-I can explain. I don't know why I did it, but the scent was so sweet and powerful and..." Lucy swiftly slapped across his pretty face, but with just the palm this time.

"Stop with excuses and take it like a man, for once. Did you want my stuff? Fine. But those aren't fitting you at all. You want to know why?"

She pressed her knee against his ballsack with quite some strength. Jacob gritted his teeth, already feeling uncomfortable, almost painful between his legs.

"Because you're filling them way too much. Now, I'm not a fan of cutting off men's junk, but I can still do something way worse than that, making you remember it for the rest of your pathetic life. Hold them tight, girls."

When the cheetah and poodle woman strengthen their grips around each of his arms, the siamese cat took a few steps back, before running towards Jacob and raising her leg, releasing a powerful, swift kick. The trained, muscular limb hit the cat's gonads with enough force to make him shriek, making his legs weak. The cat landed on his knees, but other women placed him back on.

"Nice one, Lucy. Do it again." The mouse let out a high-pitched chortle, quite amazed by her co-worker's powerful strike.

The Siamese cat prepared herself for another hit, before her paw smacks his junk yet again, forcing him to jump upwards. He believed something already cracked down there, while the pain was already unbearable.

"Not good enough. Hold him for me, dear..." the poodle girl switched places with Lucy. For a modest-looking dog, the canine stripper had an ominous glint in her eye, as something dark loomed inside her mind. White women kept holding the so-called pervert, poodle gathered all the strength. And then...

"AAaaaaah!" A scream followed by an audible snap filled the room, making walls vibrate for a second. The dog girl showed a toothy, mischievous smile, noticing a drop of crimson fluid appearing on the pink fabric.

"Good job, Bella. Do it again. He doesn't deserve his balls anyway, screaming like a little girl..." cheetah grinned, having some trouble with clutching the wriggling feline, who tried with all his might to escape. Poodle nodded, taking a few steps back before landing a kick right after the jump. Cat gasped, unable to breathe.

"Maybe he's having the first period..." the mouse grinned.

"Woah, does he have enough?" Bella asked, seeing more blood soaking the material, but judging by the expression of other girls and especially Lucy, it wasn't the end of the punishment.

"They're just barely hurt. I said that his boys has to go. Jenny, you're next."

The mouse nodded, While only a half size compared to other girls, she still tried to do her best. She placed her arm behind Jacob's shoulder for support, before striking several times in extremely quick successions with a pointy end of her shoe. His eyes opened wide, too much terrorized to even scream. The cracking sounds came out more often as well.

Jenny took a few deep breaths, calming herself down and feeling better after such immense abuse. Some of the blood ended up on her footwear as well.

"Alright, Lucy. It was your idea. Just end up, I have your back." Cheetah said to the siamese cat, taking away her turn. She preferred to hold Jacob, being the strongest of all the girls. However, the male was already too weak to struggle.

Lucy took the position, noticing his pathetic state. The sweaty, wheezing cat kneeled before another feline, while the crimson spot grew rapidly on the front side of the panties.

"Any last words to your balls, asshole?"

Jacob kept groaning, not even trying to speak. He just wanted all of this to end already.

"Too bad. That was your last chance."

Knowing she didn't have enough power to destroy his poor testicles with one swift kick, she tried to do something similar to the mouse. After tensing up her leg muscles, she tried to land multiple hits with her paw from beneath the covered ballsack. The moans continued, getting weaker after each time. Along with fainting groans, the skin of the scrotum was finally giving up as well.

After another kick, the Bengal cat wheezed, inhaling hair. On top of the crimson spot, something white appeared as well. It was clear as day that he ejaculated for one last time, making him shudder.

"I can't believe it. Does this little pervert like it? He just fucking nutted!"

Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline, Lucy continued abusing those gonads, seeing lighter colors joining the blood, indicating that his balls cracked open. Its insides burst out of the ruptured testicle and through previously sliced by the mouse sack.

The Bengal cat kept closing and opening his mouth, but nothing came out of it. Other girls let him go, and he collapsed on the floor, covering his abdomen with both hands.

"So, it's over?" Poodle asked, disgusted by the view of the pathetic male, lying on the floor.

"Almost. Bring me fresh tighs."

*****

After a cute, rather tall sheep with thick, tasty-looking legs finally left the stage, someone else had to take the last girl's place. But nobody could expect what was going to happen next.

Jacob, wearing heavy makeup, pearly white sleeves, and thighs, as well as pair of the same, pink, dirty, and bloodied panties walked on the platform. He grasped the spinning pole, trying not to collapse. With a side of his eye, he noticed the female abusers in the dark, watching his every step.

It would be an understatement to say how the audience was shocked, seeing such bloodied, abused groin of the unknown dancer, thinking it was a strange, new performance of sorts.

Still feeling incredible pain and emptiness in his groin area, he moved his legs to the rhythm of loud music. Humiliated and neutered, Jacob was long gone.

They are now known as Jacobina.