Pole Cat - Chapter 01
#1 of Pole Cat
Preface: This story is the first of a series, loosely based on my avatar's experiences in SecondLife. I've been careful to leave out any names, as some artistic license will be taken in this series.
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Pole Cat - Chapter 1
By Dalan
Dancing slut, ass-grinder, gigolo, pole-fucker, whore...go ahead; I've been called every name in the book. If whatever drives your morality feels the need to judge me, then get in line 'cause you're not alone, ok? I've got 'em lined up around the block, all of 'em just as ready to throw names my way as they are to throw money. Hell, I've had people do both...namely call me something, then slide me a c-note by the end of the night like it's some kind of apology or something.
I guess I should introduce myself, then. I'm what you call a freelance dancer. Basically, I travel from club to club on different nights, and either slide myself into the night's lineup, or find a free pole and just dance away. I'm not beholden to any one place or any one owner, and that's how I like it. A lot of clubs are cool with the arrangement, since I seem to have a knack for bringing in a fair number of patrons. The more I dance, the more drinks they sell, and the more tips I make...all in all, everybody wins.
So, you're probably wondering how a 6 and a half foot tall tiger like myself got into this business in the first place. I mean, what drives a fairly normal, average joe like myself to basically jump on the stage, rip his clothes off and get paid for it? Well, not big surprise, but it all started in a club. It was a nice place: Clean, rather sophisticated, and had a sense of decency about it despite the plethora of sexual toys and devices scattered about the premises. It didn't take a genius to figure out what some of the patrons here got up to but I didn't mind it so much. I mean hey, each to their own, right?
I ordered a drink from the bar and headed over to one of the couches that circled a center stage. I sat down in such a way that three of the nine dance poles were almost directly in front of me, and to my delight they were all occupied. On the center pole was a rather muscular wolf working the pole like one would seduce a lover. He rubbed up against it, sliding down its length before pulling himself back up and showing how flexible he really was. I can honestly say I was turned on by this, and it had nothing to do with the fact that his hard, throbbing, dripping cock was only a foot or two away from me...honest.
To the wolf's left (my right) was a vixen who, I think, was honestly seeing if she could get her pole to shoot. She rubbed the brass pole between her white furry breasts, ground her crotch against it, and made sure to rub it between her ass cheeks when she bent down to either pick up a tip or blow someone in the audience a kiss. Even from where I sat, I could see her pole was all but glistening with her juices, which she would lick off seductively. Gods...I can't tell you how badly I wanted to be that pole at that moment.
To the wolf's right was what appeared to be a snow-leopard. Now, at first glance you'd think it was a female given the physique, but one just had to look at the pole swinging between his legs to know the opposite. I could tell this particular fur was not just gay, but a flamer at that. He danced around the pole with all the delicateness of a lady, his body language so stereotypically gay that it was hard not to laugh.
I settled into my seat, nursing my drink and taking in the site of the three dancing furs before me. All three of them spent as much time shaking what they had before me as much as any other patron, but both the wolf and the vixen seemed to eye me up a bit more than the others. Hell, I swear the wolf winked at me a few times during his performance. Maybe it had to do with the tips I was giving him, but it kinda made me feel...I dunno...special. I'd smile back, or tease him by licking my lips as he continued to dance, and I did the same with the vixen. Eh, what can I say? Poles...holes...I love it all.
After about a half-hour of watching this furry trio of pleasure move and undulate before me, I caught sight of someone new coming up onto the stage. I should mention that the 'stage,' as it was, was really a central dance floor surrounded by the nine dance poles. That way, if you wanted to just dance to the music the DJ was spinning, you could. Anyway, this newcomer seemed to be making a beeline for something I hadn't noticed earlier that was stuck to the floor. I guess I'd been so busy splitting my gaze between the collective crotches of the three dancers before me, I hadn't noticed the 9-inch neon pink canine dildo firmly affixed to the stage floor. This newcomer, though, had noticed it and was quickly making her way towards it. She was a hyena, and the hungry look in her eyes told me anyone watching her was in for one hell of a show.
She started dancing around the dildo like it was some kind of tribal icon. Her body undulated to the throbbing bass that was pouring through the club's speakers. Her fur was nearly black with what looked to be neon green highlights, and she seemed to glow in the multicoloured lights that played over the stage. It was difficult to know if she was wearing anything right up until she all but ripped her top off, exposing her dark pink nipples to my increasingly hungry eyes. She ran her hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples and bringing them up to her long, probing tongue. She lapped at her own breasts slowly, making several of the furs around me begin to moan. Beside me, this one female cheetah had one paw under her shirt and one inside her pants. Had I been as knowledgeable then as I am now, I would have gladly given her a hand, finger, tongue, cock...whatever she needed. At that time, though, I merely sat there, transfixed by this cheetah's self-stimulation, and also by the hyena, who looked like she was ready to sacrifice herself to that dildo.
Her hips continued to grind in time to the music as she began lowering herself towards the dildo. I saw her reach down and yank off her dark-coloured thong just before the tip of the dildo touched her. I heard myself groan and leaned forward, watching her slide down slowly on that tower of pink plastic. She took about a third of it into her before sliding back up, and I could see where the dildo was glistening with her juices. I couldn't help but lick my lips slowly. Her scent was taking over my consciousness, and in the wake of all the sexual tension around me it took all I had not to mimic the cheetah beside me and start stroking myself.
The hyena slid down the dildo again, this time taking about two thirds into her. He tongue lolled out and she was panting heavily as she began humping it lewdly. The dancers around her hadn't stopped in their routines, but I could tell their attentions were definitely turned towards her. The wolf with the enormously hard cock was now beginning to stroke it slowly, smearing his pre all over his length as he watched the hyena. Even the effeminate snow-leopard, gay as he seemed, was all but transfixed at the floor-fucking hyena between he and the wolf. As for the vixen, she tried to deny that the hyena was turning her on, but I caught her fingering herself when she thought no one was looking.
The hyena let out a long, low growl of pleasure the moment her crotch finally touched the floor. I could barely see the base of the pink dildo, which was now firmly buried inside her pussy. My hand unconsciously went to my own groin and I began massaging the bulge that was there. I must have looked like a complete fool at that moment, but like I said, back then I was still hung up on things like 'decency' and 'knowing one's limits.' Good thing I know better now.
It didn't take too long for the hyena to begin shaking almost violently, and I knew she was close. The cheetah beside me was also moaning and mewling loudly and I glanced over. By this time her pants were opened and I could see her sliding three fingers in and out of her slit. Her shirt was also pulled up and her nipples were rock hard. She teased and pinched them roughly, wanting desperately to hold off her own orgasm until the hyena had cum.
Thankfully she didn't have to wait long. I looked back and saw the hyena bouncing up and down off that dildo like a porn star. She was fucking it full-length with each stroke with so much intensity I'm sure she was going to crack the stage. She howled like a banshee as she drove herself down on the sex toy one last time and her whole body convulsed. At the same time, the cheetah beside me let out a yowl of pleasure and I watched as she too began quivering. When she slipped her fingers out of her slit I could see they were soaked. She brought them to her mouth and licked them slowly, moaning as she savoured her own juices.
When I turned back towards the stage, I was shocked to find my view of the stage blocked...by the hyena I'd just watched get her rocks off on the stage. She stared at me hungrily, licking her lips almost in anticipation. "You look like you enjoyed the show," she said with a throaty whisper.
"How could I not?" I asked with a rather goofy smile on my face. After that I was at a loss. I mean really, what do you say to someone you've just watched fuck a dildo on stage? It's hardly something one could critique, right? Thankfully I didn't have to carry the conversation on any further, because she merely smiled...and then straddled me. My face was level with her heaving breasts and her soaked pussy was right over top of my still-covered bulge. She ground her hips against it and moaned loudly before drawing me into a hot, wet, sloppy kiss.
The moment her lips touched mine I all but lost whatever restraint I had. I reached for her, running my hands through the fur on her back and teasing her tail base before cupping her shapely ass in my hands. I thrust my hips upward while pulling down on her, grinding her even harder on my bulge. Our tongues battled each other mercilessly, and I began purring loudly...something she found both funny and arousing.
We broke the kiss and I all but dove in on her breasts, licking and sucking at them with a frenzy. She started moaning loudly again and I could feel her hands begin pulling at my shirt. I froze at this momentarily, but in truth the lust of the moment was quickly melting away any reservations I had. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what this hyena wanted, and from whom she wanted it...who was I to protest, especially now?
I paused in my adoration of her breasts and ass long enough for her to completely remove my shirt. I looked up and her and she smiled wickedly, licking her lips slowly. "Mmmm...I think kitty's a little over-dressed," she said, her voice filled with need. She looked to one side of me and I followed her gaze. Not too far away from the stage, of all things, a bed had been set up. She looked back at me and smiled. "Come on, kitty," she purred, standing and taking my hand. "The dildo was fun, but I want the real thing now."
Ok, this was basically 'shit or get off the pot' time for me. I could have simply bowed out, grabbed my shirt, and run like hell for door, or I could follow this intoxicating hyena to the bed and let her have her way with me. Yeah, I know it sounds like an obvious choice, but remember: The place was packed, and no doubt all eyes would be on us the moment we lay on it. At the time, the mere thought of that nearly made me go with choice number one. However, as the hyena slowly crawled up on the bed, any remaining thoughts of bolting were completely and utterly torpedoed.
I paused only long enough to shuck my jeans and underwear before joining this sexy beast on the bed. I had to admit, nervous as I was it felt damned good to free my throbbing cock from its undergarment prison. The bed was covered in a black silk sheet bearing the club's logo on it, which let me all but slide up to the hyena. Her legs were spread wide, exposing the soft pink folds of her pussy for me. I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation; I had to sample where that heavenly scent was coming from.
A few cheers went up as I lowered my head towards her crotch. The hyena gasped as I reached forward with my hands and cupped her shapely ass and pulled her up towards me. She then let out a low moan and arched her back as I took my first lick of her heavenly pussy. My coarse tongue began lapping around her outer lips, making her squirm and squeal with its coarse texture (score one for being a feline). I began purring rather heavily as my tongue began to dip deeper into her. Before long I was all but driving my face into her folds, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go, and then moving it in and out slowly.
"Oh gods!" she yelled, which was answered with more cheers and growls from what I thought was a growing audience. I felt the hyena's hands settle on my head, and groaned only slightly when I felt her claws dig in just slightly behind my ears. My hips started moving almost of their own accord, dragging my throbbing length across that heavenly silk sheet. Pre was all but spurting from the head of my cock, soaking the sheet and making it even slicker if that was possible.
I began kneading and squeezing her ass cheeks as I picked up the tongue-fucking pace. Her moans grew louder and her lips began grinding against my muzzle even moreso...I could tell she was getting close. Around us, I could hear the grunts and growls of the other furs as they watched. No doubt they were as close to coming as this lovely hyena was. I began twisting and turning my tongue deep inside her pussy, hoping to drive her screaming over the edge.
Suddenly she let out a roaring scream and I felt her pussy clamp down on my probing tongue. Her hips bucked wildly and I felt her juices all but spray into my waiting mouth. Her claws dug a bit more deeply into my head, though thankfully she didn't draw any blood. Although, the sensation of having my muzzle buried in the crotch of an oversexed hyena while she's coming like a porn star would have been worth any injury.
I was slow to withdraw my tongue from her slit, which made her quiver with post-orgasmic aftershocks. I licked at her outer lips a little bit more before before crawling up her body slowly. I kissed and licked my way up, taking the time to lavish her breasts with my coarse tongue. My whiskers were vibrating from all the sexual electricity in the air. There were a lot...and I mean a lot...of eyes on us now. Yet, instead of feeling embarrassed or shameful, the thought of all those furs watching the two of us on the bed only drove me onward.
We kissed hot and deep, her tongue seemingly determined to lick off any of her remaining essence from my muzzle. My cock began twitching as it brushed against the fur on her inner thighs. As hot as I was, I could still feel the seething heat from her pussy, seemingly drawing my shaft towards it the way a black hole sucks in all around it. I almost came when I felt her hand wrap itself around my length. She moaned softly and smiled. "Uh...yeah...THIS is what I've been waiting for," she said in a husky growl.
Soaked with lust as my mind was, I couldn't think of a single thing to say in reply. I could only smile and then groan as I felt the head of my cock rub gently against her outer lips. My hips reacted the moment I felt her hot flesh on mine, and in one smooth stroke I was hilted inside her. She cried out and arched her back as our loins locked together. I ground my hips as hard as I could, determined to punch out her cervix before drawing back and sliding back into her again.
It was through sheer force of will that I didn't just start fucking like a wildcat. I wanted to prolong this as much as possible, not just for me, but for the hyena. I stared down at the mask of pure, animal lust her face had become and bent down to kiss her. Our muzzles locked together once more as my hips continued to piston my cock in and out of her slick pussy. She met my thrusts with her hips, and in between our kisses she continued to moan and growl her encouragement. "Uh, yeah baby...ah...f-fuck me...ah gods...mmmm..."
Her constant string of moans, growls, and dirty talking only drove me onward. I began picking up the pace, driving my cock into her faster and harder. The harder I pushed, the louder and dirtier her words got. "Ahhh FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME, KITTY!" Her legs wrapped around my back, pulling my hips harder against her. I could feel her pussy beginning to tighten again as it had around my tongue earlier.
Suddenly she let out a yell and I felt her pussy clamp down on me hard. It was too much for me to hold back any longer. I cut loose an ear-splitting roar and buried my cock as deep into her as I could. I felt my balls tighten as the first spurt of cream erupted from my cockhead and splashed into her. My tail shot straight out and poofed with the intensity of the orgasm. With each spurt my whole body convulsed. At the same time, I felt her hot wetness flood around my buried length as she came harder than she had before.
Around me, I heard more moans and grunts from those assembled around us. No doubt our mutual orgasm had triggered several others around the bed. As my mind began to clear I made a mental note to watch where I stepped when this was all over.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my cock stopped spasming, and my body stopped shaking. I could feel our combined juices leaking out from between our union, soaking both our crotches and the bed underneath. The hyena kept me locked to her with her legs and I collapsed atop her, my softening cock still deep inside her. She was panting heavily, and when she opened her eyes she smiled at me. "Mmmmm," she cooed, giving my muzzle a long, slow lick. "I needed that."
"G...glad I could deliver," I said, trying to smile through my exhaustion. We rolled onto our side, my cock finally slipping out of her and retreating into my sheath. She untangled her legs from around the small of my back, and I figured she was merely going to roll off the bed, gather her things and carry on with the night. Instead, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, kissing me tenderly as if we'd been lovers for years. I reciprocated in kind, and before long I felt myself begin to purr softly again. I ran my hands through her black and green headfur, caressing her the way I would a girlfriend, boyfriend...whatever.
Eventually though, as with all good things it had to end. We slowly rose from the bed to a smattering of applause from several spent furs still watching us. We gathered our things up and headed back to where I'd been sitting before only to see a new trio of dancers had replaced the others. A pink-furred fox, that cheetah 'd watched getting off earlier, and a rather punked-out looking blue tiger were now shaking what they had for the enjoyment of the audience.
I all but collapsed on the couch, the hyena curling up beside me. Her muzzle was tucked under my chin, and she ran her hand absently over my chest and abs while she watched the pole dancers. I heard her begin to giggle and I gazed down at her. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"You should give that a try sometime," she said, motioning towards the stage. "Built as you are, I bet you'd clean up every night." I'm no bodybuilder, but I tend to keep in shape. Some weightlifting, moderate martial arts and boxing, as well as a love of running have blessed me with an ok body. "And just think of all the benefits." She motioned her head towards one of the adjacent couches, and I couldn't help but smile. The vixen I'd seen dancing earlier, the one who was treating her pole like a sex toy, was currently being triple stuffed by three of the happiest looking furs I'd ever seen. I could see their cocks sliding in and out of her pussy, ass, and mouth, and from the way she was moving, those boys were in for the rides of their lives.
Not too far away, the wolf with the amazingly huge member was busy burying it...in the snowleopard. They were on the other side of the stage from me, but I could see them plain enough. The snowmew's tongue was lolling out as the wolf mercilessly pounded his tailhole with that widowmaker of a cock. I chuckled; looked like no one was going home unfulfilled tonight.
"So what do you think?" the hyena asked. I felt her begin to kiss down my chest and stomach, finally beginning to lick at my slowly resurrecting member. The thought of getting yiffed within an inch of my life every night certainly had its appeal...and what's the worst that could happen? I fall on my face, get a few laughs from people, and go back to being a spectator. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain from at least giving it a try.
As my length slowly emerged from my sheath, I resolved that next week, I'd be up on that stage. I didn't know what was going to happen, or where the nights would take me after that, but if tonight had been any clue, I was in for the time of my life.
TO BE CONTINUED...