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"Trixie, what the hell are you doing?"

The young bunny girl popped her head up from behind the couch and turned quickly to look at the fur posing the question. Trixie was lithe and rather cute, patchwork black and chestnut brown fur accented by a nice big ring of black around one eye. A line of piercings along her left ear caused it to droop far more than the right, which stuck up even more than usual thanks to the gaming headset wedged firmly into its base. She looked up at her mother ever so slightly from behind the couch and gave her the slightest of scowls, holding up her controller in an attempt to show her impatient at being taken from the seemingly important task.

That was, apparently, the wrong move. Without warning the controller was snatched away from the young bunnys grasp and her character on screen actually ended up tossing a grenade at her own feet, the explosion getting in one last insulting suicide kill before the system itself was shut off. "I told you over two hours ago to get ready for your sleep over, didn't I? I thought your mom and I were clear last time that if you don't want to be grounded from your friends then you're going to start listening a bit better."

Trixie looked into the brilliant green eyes of her chipmouse mother. A small ember of utter defiance burning at the words and threats coming from the 'softer' of her two parents. The bunny girl puffed her flat chest out as best she could causing the twin amethyst barbells in her nipples to almost hang there. "Ya didn't have to screw up my score mom. You could have just told me ta get ready again."

Frustrated as she was Colleen almost cracked a chuckle seeing her child once again trying to play the tough girl card. In one smooth motion she bent down, scooped up a bulky hoodie with the Heartless Logo on the back and tossed it full force into Trixies face, watching the thing slump over her head with one ear quickly popping out from under it. "I told you three times already, and we are going in an hour. If you don't like it then maybe I should just confiscate the system for a week and play your character for you? I'm sure I could do wonders for your overall rank."

Defiant or not that threat seemed to finally hit home. Within mere moments Trixie had fumbled herself off of the couch and onto the floor fighting hard as she could to get the hoodie on properly. The thing itself hung far too large on her waifish frame and tattered pair of crotchless panties she had been wearing for the past week seemed to strike a laughable contrast with the thick hunk of material now covering her torso.

Colleen watched Trixie head to her bedroom in a huff. The chipmouse had a triumphant grin plastered on her face. She turned down the hall and making her way to her own bedroom at the end. Without skipping a beat Colleen made her way before her full-length mirror to give her own outfit one last once-over.

"Finally get the brat's butt in gear?" the familiar voice of Colleen's Mistress came from in the bathroom

"Well it took the threat of abuse towards her main in that Sci-Fi war game she always plays, but yeah I think she's gonna be set soon." Colleen took a moment to make sure her punk-styled daisy dukes weren't going to fall off and tugged a bit on her far-too short white tee that had been artfully cut to show off the tiniest bit of underboob. A quick flash put those nice firm B cups, complete with silver rings on display just as they should, ensuring that bare fur was offered with zero complications.

She smiled to herself for a moment and was about to get the final few piercing she wanted to wear tonight, then stopped and glanced back at the mirror once more. "Say, Snips, where did you say we were going again?"

The slightly scarred but oh so sultry black furred bunny popped hir face out of the bathroom and looked over at her pet, hir own peircings only half way put in. "I told you five times already cunt, it's a surprise. Will you quit trying to weasel it out of me?" Anger aside Snips allowed herself a few moments to gaze at the hot lil piece of ass she owned and licked her lips in approval. Not that Colleen could see that of course.

"Ok ok fine" Colleen sighed "I just kinda, well. I'm not sure I'm dressed appropriately you know?" Once again Colleen arched her back enough to show just a hint of nipple... and then in spite of everything actually grabbed at the hem of her shirt and started to tug down firmly.

"So... what. You wanna try a gimp suit?" Snips chuckled.

Colleen rolled her eyes and sighed soflty "No not that. You know we are not trying one of those on a date night again. Way too much of a pain to lug around, and there was the incident at the gas station." She turned from the mirror and plopped herself down on the bed, looking in as Snips finished getting hirself ready in the bathroom. "I donno I just kinda feel, well... You kinda gotta admit that I don't look that momish."

"Ummm, duh" Snips chuckled "Isn't that kinda the point? I mean there is a reason all the moms who sneak in here looking for a lil somethin somethin all look like Marsha Brady right? Or Jan or... fuck, which one was the mom on that show?"

Colleen chuckled to herself a bit and shrugged. "What, you expect me to remember that kinda shit? You should call my mom. She's the historian remember, not me" A fraction of the worry in her stomach melted at this as Colleen shifted herself back onto the bed and sighed, stretching out on the nice comfy mattress and letting her muscles untense for a second. "seriously though, are you honestly gonna try and tell me that if you looked at me and Trixie in a mall, you'd buy for one second that she was my daughter? I mean hell if she really was mine, I mean biologically, you'd have had to've knocked me up at what, twelve? Thirteen?"

Snips walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, titling hir head slightly. "What, you saying I wouldn't? I saw pictures of you at that age the first time I met your parents. You know damn well I woulda girl."

Colleen shook her head and did a quick sit up, slugging her Mistress in the arm and then flopping back down on the bed "That is not what I mean, and you know it! Seriously I look like I could be in some kinda fucked up 90s music video, and this is the kind of stuff I wear going to the store. You seriously don't think I'm... you know... a bad influence or something? Maybe fucking Trixie up?"

Colleen would find herself gripped hard by the hair and yanked back up to meet those cold, icy brown bunny eyes. Snips spit into the chipmouse girls face and growled loudly, before shoving her hard back on the bed. "First things first, little bitch. You dare to hit me again and this night is going to take a far, far more painful turn than I already had planned. We clear?"

Looking into those big blue eyes Colleen could only nod nervously, excitedly. "Yes Mistress"

"Good" Snips chuckled "Second, You are the best God damned mom this kid could hope for and you know it. If it was just her and Me, we'd be sucking and fucking and dominating everything that comes in here with just enough time to sleep. You're the one who insisted I get her a tutor and limit her fucking shows."

Colleen blushed harder and bit her lip a hint of fear in her voice as she pushed her chest out. "I still say we should have cut back on clients instead. She's not doing her homework, and she's been getting the tutor to worship her feet."

"Really? This debate? Now?" One hard belt against the muzzle sent the chipmouse flying and Trixie reached out to smack that half uncovered ass hard laughing and pinning her under one knee.

"Mom! Mom I'm ready. Come on. You already fucked up my game. Lets go"

Snips looked back at the patchwork-furred bunny in the doorway in the Heartless hoodie and big, baggy white cargo pants. Anyone looking at her would think she had the most permissive parents in the world. They would have no clue.

The head of the household pulled hir knee off of Colleens back and walked up to hir daughter grabbing one ear hard. Shi knew just which piercings to grab between and the yank drew an almost unimaginably high-pitched squeal. "What did I say about talking to My bitch that way?" The bigger bunny rumbled "I thought I made it clear you show your Mom fucking respect, or you are spending the night in the mens room."

Both of Trixies paws were wrapped around Snips' wrist now and as the larger hare lifted hir daughter went on tiptoes and squealed more pounding and beating on the relentless arm before finally squealing out a sobby little "sorry".

Snips let go, nodding, grinning softly at that. "Thought so. Now ground rules. One, go in my room and you will bleed for it. Understood?"

Trixie nodded.

"Good. Two, babysitter. I figured it was either Whinny or Ione so I went for the one I actually own. She's on her way now."

"Aww mom! A sitter? I'm not a little kid you know." Trixie shook her ass seductively as she said that and offered her mother a nice sexy wink, which naturally fell flat. Flirting with someone who could do what they want any time they want really didn't have the same effect it did on her customers.

"Third, You make a mess and you clean it up. You wanna use one of the rooms, you clean it up after. You wanna use the stage you don't make a mess on it or the poles, or you are waxing. You want to play video games all night..." Shi smirked and glanced back at Colleen "then you're taking after your mom too much. I'll admit at least that your bitches are pretty cute... at least the fox is."

"I happen to think that both of them are very pretty." Colleen chimed in "And I also think your damn lucky they can come over while we are out. So lets get going before someone changes Hir mind about it." With that Colleen started to shove on Trixie's shoulder blades pushing the girl firmly back out and towards the stairs with just a quick peck on Snips' cheek.

Snips just rolled Hir eyes and sighed. This little slice of suburbia was honestly the last thing Shi had expected in hir life.

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Trixie chuckled as the door popped open and a large duffle bag was hoisted up into the back seat. Grunts and groans all too familiar to the bunny filled the air as it was slowly hoisted and pushed up onto the seat proper. A lovely looking little red fox girl on the opposite side of the back seat finally stopped her giggles long enough to grab on to the bags other end and help tug it along.

"Holy cow, do you really need this much stuff?" Daisy smirked and chuckled and smiling wide as the bag got in and a breathless, chubby girl fell in soon after.

"Mom insisted" The armadillo whimpered. One paw started to flail against the front of the bag until finally resting on a large lump. She quickly worked to open the pocket and free the small object within taking several deep hard breaths on an inhaler.

"Oh right. Because YOUR mom doesn't know that you wont' be wearing a damn thing I don't let you tonight, does she Dilla?" Trixie giggled.

Dilla wasn't her name of course, the rather pudgy and out of shape young Armadillo girl found the nickname annoying to be honest. But then, that was also part of what she liked about this mess she had gotten herself into. "N-no Mistress. Mom doesn't know. Dad either. You know they aren't into that kind of thing."

"My mom issss" Daisy said chipperly as she adjusted her glasses "That's how Mistress knows me first, and why I'm her favorite."

Dilla knew it was true and she hung her head a bit. That face, already hidden under a mop of straw yellow hair that covered her eyes and a bulky grey sweat hoodie that really did nothing for her.

"Knock it off you three." Colleen chimed in "I swear to god... Ok. Well if you girls are having a slumber party you need something to eat, so before we hit home We're stopping at the market. You have fifteen minutes. Trixie anything you want you're buying. Got me?

"Wait fifteen minutes? Seriously? Come on Mom." Trixie whined

"Nope, fifteen. And I'm dropping you brats off." Colleen insisted "This is already cutting into my date night.

"I have some Granola in my bag Miss Colleen, if that helps at all." This drew a groan from the other two young girls in the car and a chuckle from the chipmouse as they started off to the market again.

Teasing of Dilla got rather thick as usual on the seemingly endless one mile drive to the drugstore. The three girls, well except perhaps for Dilla, hopped out before Colleen could even put the damn thing in park and bolted like a shot into the store. Through the glass double doors Colleen could see all three of them running around like crazy. Dilla pushed the cart while Trixie and Daisy loaded up like crazy on candy, pop, chips and dip. A fight of some sort seemed to break out when Trixie tried to slip a bottle of Jamesons in the cart. Thankfully Diasy had the good sense to remind her that she couldn't buy yet and in the end Trixie seemed to relent.

The thought crossed her mind, as it did every once in a while, that she should probably be far more ashamed of herself. What she and Snips were doing was illegal, maybe no worse than half the other things they did but again not legal. Still they did love this girl, and compared to the little thing that showed up on their door looking for work a few years ago...

Those thoughts were as always interrupted by her daughter as the girls started beating on the trunk of her little hatchback. Colleen popped it and the girls started loading in bags full of sugar and junk into the back frantically. "Hay, one of those bags is mine young lady. Mom tax!"

Trixie tossed a bag of peanut butter MnMs into colleens lap and crossed her arms with an adorable little pout

"Seatbelts..." Colleen chuckled again.

"I already have mine on Miss Colleen" Dilla chimed happily only to get smacked in the back of the head by a shockingly fast Trixie. That done she slumped back into her seat and buckled once more nodding a bit and crossing her arms.

The drive home was again filled with insufferable chatter and by the time they got back Colleen could already see a familiar face standing at the lgihtpost by their doorway. "Girls, go on in." Colleen said as she popped the back to let the three snatch up whatever bags they could carry.

Colleen walked up with a smile and leaned on the wall across from the officer, one hip pushing out suggestively. The an was a middle aged collie in rather good shape, everything sharp, crisp and clean reflecting the clear pride he took in his appearance and his uniform, hair cropped close to the furline.

"Yeah I've had quite a few disturbing reports from this location Ma'am. I was wondering if I could take a look around your establishment?"

The chipmouse sighed a bit and stopped the pout. She reached back into her jeans and fished out her wallet, digging a large stack of bills from it. "Look Doug, I appreciate it but well, I can't really do the dance tonight. Sorry. Not trying to be rude but it's kind of a big night."

"Oh?" the collie asked as his ears perked, paw casually slipping up the bribe money for the month. "So what you finally figure out something even I can't look the other way from? Or are you just worried I'll snatch one of those cutie college girls you have working there if you aren't careful?"

"Nothing like that." Colleen chuckled "We're just closed tonight. It seems like Snips wants to take me out somewhere special. Still won't tell me where. The girls are having a sleepover while we do."

In the years Colleen had known Doug this was the first time she had ever seen a look of real astonishment on his face. "You are kidding right?" the collie almost barked "I mean seriously. Trixie, alone, in the club. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Thinking of slipping in and keeping them company, officer Freeman?" Colleen chuckled

"What? No. Besides you know that's way too little for me. I just mean she's gonna drink you dry and probably break something. I mean seriously aren't you guys, I mean... isn't this the first time."

"Since she's shown up? Yeah" A bit of the smile faded from Colleen as she sighed "Well she and I have gone out before sure but we could leave her with my moms or dump her off on my cousin or something. That was easy. We still got a sitter but..."

"but?" he asked

"But it's Ione. You know, the little fuckpet secretary. That girl doesn't even speak most of the time. So yeah this is the first Trixies home alone and it's starting to freak me out."

Doug smiled a bit of a toothy grin and shook his head. "You know something, I felt the same way the first time with my kids. You may not be conventional but you are parents, and parents want to protect their kids. Plus..."

Colleen nodded "Yeah... we probably won't be in till tomorrow. Those girls are going to be out by then. That's my other worry."

"She's gotta go though it some time Colleen. Kids gotta grow up. I know it sucks but she's still a kid no matter how else she acts. If it's gonna happen its gonna happen."

"Yeah well maybe. Look just... do me a favor ok Doug? Drive by again once before you head in. Make sure the place isn't on fire or anything?"

He nodded and smiled a bit "Sure thing four-eyes. Don't worry. This one's on me.

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Snips made sure everything was in order one more time before she and Colleen finally forced themselves out the door. As soon as they were gone Trixie bolted it, locked it and ran back into the center of the now-empty club. The vast open space, tables and bondage furniture all set out in different spots were a normal part of her daily life, and they seemed to be occupied nearly 24/7. Now only Ione sat in one corner. The prudish badger teen going over a thick stack of books that could have easily been for school or for one of her games.

On stage both of her 'guests' stood anxiously still fully clothed and clearly excited. She sauntered over slowly and carefully with a look carbon copied from Snips. A look of power and displeasure... a kind of pure primal displeasure even most predators simply could not muster.

"Ok you little Lezzies, start stripping." Trixie grinned a bit and sat at one of the chairs closest to the stage. She walked to the table where they had set all of the snacks and pulled its chair up next to the stage, climbing on the table and then onto the stage to look them over.

Daisy as always a gorgeous little thing. Long black brown hair combed straight as her mother liked it and contrasting with the sharp red and crisp white of her fur. Her chest was ironing board flat like Trixie but unlike her Mistress only one nipple, the left, was pierced. She also lacked any real tats or other markings, since she made a name on her innocence in movies.

As Trixie approached Daisy dropped and took as precise a 'proper' kneeling position as one had ever seen. Hands properly folded behind back and chest out, chin up and eyes down, every fur in place and tail raised in offering. "Greetings Mistress" She gasped out softly.

Trixie met the dedication and raw loveliness with a harsh slap between the legs to test Daisy's balance and focus. That was about as formal as she cared to be, before jamming two fingers in between the little fox girls folds and kissing her hard on the muzzle.

"Whose my favorite little cuntrag?" Trixie growled as she pulled back and ran a finger under that muzzle, glancing into her pets pretty eyes.

"Yours, Mistress Trixie" Daisy said dreamily.

"Damn right. My absolute favorite."

Trixie glanced over to one side and smirked to herself slightly. She could see her other slave trembling out of the corner of her eye. Dilla had tried to copy Daisy several times. In truth every time just ended up with the poor girl flat on her face and her chubby little chest. Like Daisy she had only a nipple piercing that seemed to hang oddly, something she was forced to take out far more often.

Daisy had the advantage of being in this almost as long as Trixie, the advantage of having a mom who knew about this life and who had ensured she got every advantage to be the best, cutest, hottest bit of ass in the underground. Dilla, her parents thought she was going over to play video games and pass out at eleven.

To Trixie, that was just another of her failings.

Trixie sauntered up slowly and carefully to Dilla and gave her cunt a quick little kick eyes gleaming in bemusement. As Dilla collapsed and whined that still sneaker-and-stockinged foot pushed against the other girls face grinding the tread down just a bit. "You got my shoe dirty. You're getting wet." She growled.

"Sorry! Sorry Mistress I really am. I didn't know tha-oomph"

A quick kick to the gut silenced her and the shoe went back against her muzzle. "You should always expect something like that. You're supposed to figure out what I'm gonna do before I do it." Trixie smirked wide and ran the tip of the shoe along Dilla's lips "You clean up your mess bitch. Remember, you weren't invited to help you pretend you are a person like Daisy. You're a sex toy. You're just cheaper than us getting a sex doll.

Any girl with the experience Trixie and Daisy had would know why the bunny was doing this. They would probably see right though it. That was what trixie enjoyed so much though. She watched tears streaming down that face as Dilla needily and eagerly lapped along the front end of that sneaker kissing it hard and trembling.

"Sorry, I'm sorry Mistress. I'm trying harder I promise. I'm trying not to be so bad."

Trixie dropped to one knee and gripped that muzzle in hand. She looked into those eyes and smiled a bit. Then she promptly spit in Dillas face. "Yeah? Well tough. You ain't doing good enough." That was clearly punctuated with a smack in the face as she stood slowly and put her foot on Dillas head again "You are a worthless little fuck up. I don't think you are ever going to be anything more." Trixie ground her shoe in while Daisy giggled

"But I think this sleepover is a good thing. Good for you anyways. I've been planning this for a good long while now." Trixie pulled her foot away and turned. The waifish bunny still looking so wrong in her hoodie and panties. She strolled out before the two of them and grinned nice and wide. Every ounce of her was filled with a lust, a white hot need to control and dominate them. Even with all of her meticulous planning Trixie couldn't help but feel excited and overwhelmed.

"First thing first though." Trixie smiled and murred loudly. "I have something special I want my little slaves to do. See I gotta get up on that stage all the time and dance around to draw in the johns and janes. But tonight, things are closed, and tonight you girls are going to return the favor for me."

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It didn't take long for both girls to walk out of the back again after going to change. Trixie watched from her seat with her legs propped up on the table and a bottle of coke hanging from her paw in a damn good imitation of patrons on the more 'vanilla' strip nights. The sound system started blaring some Guns N Roses which caused poor Ione just the slightest of noticeable inconveniences.

Fortunately the club was soundproofed, and was normally far worse than this to begin with so the neighbors wouldn't have shit to say as far as Trixie was concerned.

As the music played Dilla pushed herself halfway out from behind the curtain, and stumbled the rest of the way when Daisy gave her a hard shove. The prudish little girl wasn't at all familiar with the heels and almost fell on her side as she walked and stumbled towards the center of the stage.

Catcalls and claps from the bunny girl filled the room as best they could. It didn't do much against the blaring music and the set of lights the girls bothered to get flashing. "C'mon baby, shake it for Momma" Trixie cried out as she watched her little second-tier girlfriend stumble and nearly roll her ankle before finally dashing forwards and grabbing hold of the pole with her pudgy little ass in the air.

Both Trixie and Daisy whistled loudly at that, Trixie almost falling backwards out of her seat as she took another big swig of pop. The outfit was one she had picked out for Dilla before, consisting mainly of some too-big black and purple thigh highs that drooped at the top and were held up by a black garter belt. A black laced purple corset rested around her mid section again seeming too big for the young girl and almost covering Dillas small breasts. The black cotton training bra she wore over it seemed almost superfluous.

The whole mess, sloppy and droopy as it was, only served to make her look even more comical than usual.

Dilla had no real conception of stripping other than what one might pick up in the odd PG 13 movie. She also unfortunately had no rhythm which is why her hind quarters swayed unpleasantly out of tune with the beat and her paws used the pole far more for balance and as a desperate lifeline to avoid standing than any sort of real sensuality.

Trixie kept the catcalls up all the same and hooted loudly. Her elation at being on this end of the stage was almost overwhelming. Without missing a beat she clambered up from her chair onto the table, and promptly leaned in until finally she managed to shove a candy bar down the back of Dilla's black cotton panties. The poor armadillo yelped out at that and gripped at her rear in shock nearly falling over when one hand left the pole.

This drew another chuckle from Trixie and Daisy. It also drew forth a throat-clear form Ione, one just loud enough to clear past the music.

"Oh ok ok, I get it Ione, no touching the girls." Trixie humped as she settled back down into her seat. Dilla blushed and regained her balance as she tried to wriggle her hips once more and reached back cautiously. She gripped the clasp of her training bra and fiddled hard with it. The more she fiddled and fussed, the more off balance Dilla became. The more off balance she became the more she swayed on those large spiky heels

Finally the battle with gravity was lost, and Dilla's plump little downy-furred rump slammed hard on the stage leaving her splay legged and smarting. The impact had apparently gotten her clasp free, or more precisely had caused her to rip the cheap stitching in her dollar store bra. Dilla chose to go with it much to Trixies delight and bemusement revealing those plump little cubbie tits to her Mistress along with black panties now ever so slightly stained in the crotch.

"God you're pathetic" Trixie giggled as she swigged the last of her bottle and tossed it out into the empty club floor.

Dilla looked away, sniffled, and bit her lower lip before reaching down to those wet panties, gripping one side and pulling them aside to show her moist, soft little cunny. Of the three girls in attendance of the slumber party Dilla was by far the least used, and it showed with her soft pink flesh. Her index finger merely touched the tip of one lip and she jolted hard. Her nerves danced from a heady mix of pain and shame that fueled her to slowly rub, and then stroke, and then stroke faster in small soft circles.

"Please, I'm sorry Mistress, please enjoy" She squealed out looking up with small specks and flecks of sorrowful blue eyes from under that straw mop of hair.

The pathcwork-furred bunny girl sat up and tilted her head a bit. She leaned in and leered at the lewd display. "This is what you call stripping you little fatass? I thought Dilla's other hand went up to start stroking and mashing that left breast. She mauled the mound with a mix of self loathing and her own virginal ineptitude, tugging on the ring, digging her stubby fingers in, rolling those hips a bit on the well polished floor made for girls far taller and far more shapely than she.

The stroking, the grinding, the moaning and squirming continued on growing slowly towards a crescendo with Trixie laughing loudly and gazing intently, though not approvingly.

A small puddle started forming as the poor, confused, hormonal armadillo continued her clumsy self assault. It grew faster and harder, more aggressive by the moment as she rolled her hips and bit her lip firmly. The more aggressive she got the wetter her needy little cunt became, the more it twitched ever so slightly at her figners moving and mashing into the soft, fresh pink flesh. It only took a few minutes for her to get on the edge.

"Enough" Trixie spat in a mix of amusement and displeasure. "I told you I wanted a strip show, not some dweeby tween jilling off on stage. I can get that from you any time." She chucked another candy bar at Dilla who was now looking up fearfully. The poor misdressed stripperette flinched and threw her hands up to block the bar which thudded against her and into the little puddle. "Clean yourself up and get off the stage dyke. I knew I shouldn't have bothered picking anything up for you."

Ashamed, denied, and now hotter than ever before, Dilla stood and picked up the other candy bar. She looked longingly at Trixie for a moment before biting into the tip of the wrapper and tearing it open taking a hard bite.

"Go on, shoo" Trixie murred. She loved all those sexy self confidence issues her little harems omega displayed.

When Dilla was finally off stage, the song shifted up. Cherry pie, the iconic stripper song, started to play and out on stage strode a girl of a different breed. Slender, fit and with the kind of innocence only a cub could possess Daisy strode out on heels even higher than those Dilla had worn. The outfit was clearly fitted just for her tiny frame. Sharp red fur cut by solid white corset, boots, panties and a wrapped top clearly there to be removed from her flat little chest.

Daisy gazed out to the center of the stage and then quickly locked eyes with Trixie. Her ass shook as well as it could given the size and tail moved opposite in time with the music. Before reaching the pole she stopped with legs half spayed and reached down to touch her toes, running her paws along those shiny white boots before giving that ass another slap right in Trixies direction.

This already got Trixie hooting loudly and waving around the new bottle with her free hand. The other was already shoved down right between her legs, no longer caring about the illusion of 'paying customer.

Daisy gripped the pole in both hands and started to prance around it a bit twisting quickly and pushing back and ass to the polished metal. The little fox who had looked so proper and 'normal' before gazing out at her Mistress like a wanton slut.

"Fuck yes! Shake it baby" Trixie giggled "Come on, give mama what she wants" A handfull of skittles tossed loose onto the stage. Without missing a beat the foxie on stage threw one leg up and leaned backwards while hanging on to the pole. Her body contorted, twisted, and finally her muzzle was close enough to lap a couple of skittles into her muzzle giving the phantom audience a good shot of her little cub crotch.

Snapping back up on her boots with her dark locks of hair flying into her face Daisy moaned and twisted around once more. She ground her crotch into the pole hard and started to lick along the bitter, well worn metal with that nimble little tongue. A split second later she had clambered up the pole and was spinning around it on full display with one hand, one leg, free hand taking off the wrap and revealing her pretty white-furred flat chest.

Naturally that sight wasn't clear for long. Once she hit the floor she pushed herself back up and turned to wiggle that ass temptingly once more. A 'come fuck me' look on her face as a finger hooked into the lining of those panties and she yanked them down to her nonexistent thighs.

As the song wound down she slapped her ass. The waving of tail and ass helping her slowly lower the panties now showing off a well worn but eager little cunt dripping needily from the feeling of being on display. Finally Daisy stepped out of one leg hole and deftly tossed the panties with her boot landing them square into Trixies face.

Trixie would get them off just in time to see that little bundle of raw sex running two fingers over her folds with an exaggerated moan. Daisy held the fingers over her muzzle and gave a long, slow lick. Her pretty eyes never leaving Trixies.

With that done, the little fox girl just pranced her way off stage to the end of the song.

Trixie only waited so long before crawling up on stage amidst the scattered skittles. She started on her way backstage as the two walked back out once more and ran to their owner. Trixie wrapped her arms around Daisy and kissed her oh so hard pushing up against the sexy mix of fur and leather before pulling back, the heavily pierced ear lopping over her eye.

"Mmm bitch if I had a dick I'd get you preggers" She whispered.

"You'd have to wait a few years, My Mistress" Daisy giggled squirming hard.

"And you Dilla" Trixie said as she glanced at the sobbing, smiling armadillo who was now mowing though the second candy bar. "You, well, fucked up about as much as I expected. Lucky you I don't have more bitches. You get the silver."

both girls pushed in against Trixie for a moment and then dropped ot their knees, Dilla awkwardly following Daisy's lead.

"So what next Mistress?" Daisy giggled.

"Next? Mmm don't' worry its going to get a lot better from here cunts. We have a whole fetish club to play with and a whole night to do it. This is gonna get good."