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"Our last boy quit on us, you see."

The fox behind the desk tapped away at her keyboard as a fruit bat in his early twenties fidgeted in his seat, wings nervously wrapped around him, watching his potential employer find the liability wavers, and contract agreement. "Why, uh, why did he quit?" The bat squeaked out, his wings wrapping a bit tighter. "If uh, if I may ask."

"Couldn't handle the nightly stress of his position." She moved her mouse, clicking something on the screen that faced away from the bat, and documents began printing behind her. While they printed, she turned to the bat. "Usually we have to let someone go due to age, so it really isn't a common problem with this position. You shouldn't worry about it." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back. "Seriously, don't be nervous, this is supposed to be fun."

"Right." The fruit bat sighed, loosening his wings a bit.

"Clothing is going to be a bitch though..." He looked up at her as she looked him over. "We usually put a tank top on our talent, but I don't think that will be an option with you." The bat knew she was talking about his wings, the webbed skin went down to his waist. "We'll have to decide on something later, maybe special order it. We'll pay for that, don't worry." She pulled the papers off the printer and began filling in information. "Okay, sign this one, the liability waver, in case you do something to your self, not caused by the act, so we don't have to pay for it."

The bat unwound his wings, showing off a bare and thin chest. The shirt issue. He was at least able to wear a pair of jeans. Curling his wing, he picked up a pun with his thumb and put down a signature.

"And here's the contract, just sign here." The bat signed that one as well, and the fox collected the papers, looking over the signatures. "That's such a blah name." The woman shook her head, "We need to give you a stage name, something that gives you presence. I'm pretty good at coming up with them, but do you have an ideas?"

The bat rested his thumbs on his knees. He felt like he just signed away his life, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't think of anything, but he tried to slow down, think of something. "What about, uh, London? I guess?" He felt stupid saying it out loud.

"I like it. Sexy city, it'll fit." London broke a small smile. "Well, this wraps up the paper work. Show is in an hour, go down to the show room and get on your gear. I'm sure you and Killer will get along great tonight."

London left the room nervous, unsure if he really wanted to do what he was about to do. But he signed a contract, he felt like there was no backing out now. He kept telling himself it was an eight hour show, he'd never make it through the whole thing.

He kept that thought in his head as two nice lizards helped him into his gear. The scenario had been a fantasy of his for years, and now he'd be paid for it. He closed his wings, and they put pink paw shaped mittens over them, leaving his arms/wings useless. One of the two boys helping him put a soft pink muzzle over his mouth. There was nothing gagging him, and he could breath fine. It went over his nose and mouth only, and was molded to look like a canine's snout. As one was doing that, another was pulling down London's pants, and helping him step out of them. He was flushed red at this point, and could feel his penis slowly starting to harden.

One of the lizard boys put a pink rubber collar around his neck, and dragged him by it to a chair, which he sat down on, tugging on London's collar to bend over his lap. "Gonna be a rough night." One of them said, London couldn't tell which as he was faced with the floor, blood pumping through his large ears. "We need to make sure you can handle it."

The tip of something cold poked at London's hole, and pressed gently on it. He could feel it being inserted, but it was very think. And then coldness began spilling into his hole. He looked back to see a small bottle of lube being held up to his hole, and being squeezed in. They emptied the entire bottle, and then the one who's lap London was on, casually stuck a finger it and began to pump it, switching to two pretty quickly. London moaned gently into his muzzle, the other Lizard sticking his own digit in as well. "Damn, Killer is gonna have fun breeding you tonight. Makes me jealous." London's ass was slapped, and then he was stood back up, his cock hard and leaking pre, his face red and heard beating faster. "You're lose enough."

London played with some pretty big toys at home, and had loosened himself up pretty good before coming in.

One lizard clipped a leash to London's collar, while another took off his shirt, putting on a black rubber vest and hat. "It's about show time pup." London got down on all fours, he knew what he was supposed to do. The lizard in the vest took the leash, clipping a bow in the bat's hair, and proceeded to take him to the stage.

They waited behind the curtain for their cue. London was nervous as hell, he could feel himself sweating underneath his muzzle, and his stomach made him think he might vomit. But his erection kept him sitting like a dog next to a lizard he didn't know, waiting to be brought out on stage where hundreds of people he didn't know could see him playing out a fantasy. Then the announcer began to speak, and he told himself, don't be scared, this is supposed to be fun.

"Guys, for your viewing pleasure tonight," The announcer spoke, "We have a fresh face on the floor. Her name is London, an adorable bitch just out for a walk in the dog park. But will this lucky lady find the pup of her dreams?"

The lizard began walking, and London followed. The lights were blinding. He couldn't see the crowd at all, but could smell the musk of a hundred furs around him. The lizard led London to a pole at the end of a cat walk, and began to tie the leash off on it.

"Oh, it looks like her owner has better things to do." The voice continued. "Better make sure that naughty girl doesn't get into trouble."

After the leash was tied off, the lizard motioned for London to roll over, as if it was a dog command, and London rolled onto his back, his cock flopping around for everyone to see. The lizard grabbed both of the mitted wings, and clipped them together behind the pole. It was then London realized his butt was propped up by a pillow that had been on the floor, and remembered that part from orientation.

The lizard exited the stage, and drum roll started. "Oh, looks like a puppy has gotten off his leash. Poor London looks so exposed! Maybe she'll meet her man tonight!"

The crowd cheered as a dalmatian stepped out on stage. He waved with one hand, his other hand stroking a very lubed on cock between his legs. "Oh no it's Killer! That naughty pup, I hope he doesn't do what we think he will."

The crowd clapped as Killer stepped towards London, dropping down to all fours as he go half way there, and then kneeling behind London once he got to him. Killer grabbed London's cock and began to stroke gently, as he put his cock against London's well lubed hole. With one thrust, he was in, London gasping, and not noticing the paw leaving his cock.

London moaned out loud, his voice echoing as Killer humped London hard, fucking him on stage, the crowd cheering. Killer had been worked up prior though, as it didn't take long for him to knot London and shoot his seed into him. London moaned again, his own cock leaking pre all over his stomach. The crowd clapped some more, and Killer, panting, took London's cock and began to slowly stroke, using London's own pre as lube. He began to go faster, and faster, eliciting squeaks and grunts from London as he was brought nearly to orgasm, and then Killer stopped.

Killer rubbed London's chest, flicking his nipples, and then playing with his balls until London had calmed down some so he could tease him again.

This was going to be an eight hour show.

Whenever Killer got horny enough to, he'd fuck London again, all the while, teasing London and making him make noises for the crowd. People left, people arrived, but London could feel them watching him the whole time.

At the end of the show, when the last customer left, London was shaking from denial, his cock sensitive enough that Killer barely had to touch it to elicit a moan or a squeak. When signaled to, Killer pulled out of London, leaving London with an empty feeling, as Killer walked off to clean up. London was left hooked to the pole, panting, and staring up at dimmed lights. It was probably twenty minutes before Killer came back, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. London's erection had gone down completely, and Killer swiftly, as he had done this many times before, put a chastity device on London's cock. He undid London's restraints and helped the shaking bat up.

"Good show man, see again tomorrow night." Killer grinned, slapping the bat on the ass before walking away. As the dalmatian walked away, London only had one thought.

'I think I might love that man.'