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Author's Note: This is a remake of my unfinished story "The Lion Dances Tonight," edited so as to include my boyfriend Tris in place of the titular lion in the other story.

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The club was packed and the music was thumping so loud that Bill could feel it in his chest. The short, thin anthro rabbit nervously made his way through the crowd of half-naked males, being pushed along insistently by Chuck, a fox who was one of his friends from work. Behind Chuck was David, a cat the two had only recently met.

"Keep going, man!" Chuck was saying. "You'll wanna be up near the pole."

Nodding absently, Bill kept pushing through the crowd. In the middle of the vast, crowded dance floor was a brass pole that came down from the high ceiling, ending on a small, rectangular stage.

"That's where he'll come down," David noted, indicating the pole with his finger. He was helping Chuck push Bill further into the crowd.

Bill found himself wondering why he had come here. He hated being in crowded places, and he hated going to parties. Chuck and David had insisted that he accompany them to the dance club cum gay bar, a demand that had come so suddenly that Bill was never given a chance to change out of his work clothes. So, here he was in the middle of a gay club, in his white dress shirt and blue power tie, shirt and slacks already becoming somewhat damp with sweat.

The timid rabbit wasn't what one would call a "looker", being extremely thin and somewhat potbellied, with eyeglasses so large they seemed to take up half his face, and he never seemed to bother taking a comb to his short, spikey red hair. Regardless, everyone seemed to think he was cute, Chuck and David included, and he was getting a variety of catcalls from the various other anthros around him, which made him blush.

Outside was a poster advertising the club's star attraction; a hot, tall and lithe white hare. At least, that's what Bill remembered from a few moments ago. Chuck and David hadn't let their companion linger long at the entrance, and before he'd gotten a good look at the poster they'd already grabbed their friend and steered him inside. All he'd gotten was the name of the dancer: "Tris." "Pure Lust," according to the poster. Bill figured it didn't really matter since he was about to see the real thing in a few moments anyway.

Finally the three were within a few feet of the stage. "This is where all the action is," said Chuck. Suddenly the beat of the techno music which filled the club intensified and a roar came up from the crowd as all eyes turned towards the stage. Looking up, Bill and his friends could see a circle open in the ceiling high above them. And then he was sliding down and down the brass pole, planting himself on the stage. Tris was a white-furred hare that looked about seven feet tall, especially to Bill looking up at him from down on the dance floor, and was all sleek firm muscle, clad in nothing but a long white four flap loincloth with a silver ahnk at the bottom of each flap.

His eyes were a vivid violet, like the inner liner of his loincloth. His long obsidian hair cascaded down over his smooth shoulders and smooth toned back. Also, Bill could see, his skin on the insides of his incredably long ears was pitch black, as well as his pawpads, nose, lips, and the skin around his eyes. The rabbit found this somewhat unusual, but his attention was drawn back to the sheer manliness of the dancer as Tris began to move his body to the music. He slowly moved in a circle, pivoting around, his loincloth flaring out as he moved his body with grace to match his strong but slender form.

Bill's mouth was agape, and he felt his glasses slide down to the tip of his nose as he watched. Tris kept moving, bending down, thrusting his arms into the air, shaking his full, round ass in the direction of his many admirers. The crowd was surging toward the center of the huge room, all pressing in to get closer to Tris onstage, and Bill found himself almost having to lean back against the pushing bodies just to stay standing.

A shove from behind sent the rabbit stumbling forward, his glasses falling from his face and clattering to the dance floor. With a small cry he dropped down and began to frantically search for them, praying that none of the carless, excited people moving around him stepped on them. With a sigh of relief, Bill located the spectacles and put them back on, and as he stood up he found himself suddenly face to face with Tris, who was crouched down on the edge of the stage, looming over him in a fashion that was both menacing and yet somehow gentle. And then he was away again, back to dancing 'round the pole to the excited cheers of the crowd.

Tris hooked his thumbs in his loincloth, winked at the audience, although mostly in Bill's direction, and proceeded to tear the scant article of clothing from his body. Bill caught his breath, moving to adjust his suddenly hard cock in his pants. Tris was built like a god, looking like he was carved out of smoothe marble. Now the only thing he wore was a sort of black half-jockstrap - there was a waistband and a pouch, but no leg straps - the pouch simply stretched down over Tris' massive bulge, showing the outline of his cockhead clearly through the fabric.

Bill was overcome with the sudden desire to ditch his pants and begin jerking off right then, but found that even though a number of other anthros in the crowd were doing the same, he was just too shy. Suddenly he found that Chuck and David were beside him, and they startled him. He'd forgotten all about them! Chuck said, "Now comes the fun part!"

The fox pushed past Bill, waving a dollar bill in his hand. He made it to the edge of the stage, and Tris squatted down weaving back and forth as Chuck reached up and stuffed the bill into his waistband, grabbing a quick feel of his thigh before falling back into the crowd. Within minutes, it looked like Tris had a fringe of green around his waist. Many tried to get a grope of his fabric-covered cock, but he managed to skillfully break their grip, allowing them just a teasing brush of the heavy, swinging pouch.

He continued pivoting, turning his ass in Bill's direction. Bill felt a drop of precum leak from his cock; the hare's ass was incredible. Suddenly he felt David pressing something into his palm and looked down to see a $50 bill in his shaking hand. "Here man," the cat said with a wide grin, "go for it!"

Bill shook his head no, but was suddenly seized by both the feline and Chuck, who shoved him closer to the stage. The rabbit actually slammed into the stage with enough force to take the wind out of him, and found himself half on and half off the platform, still holding the $50 bill in his hand. He hoisted himself up a bit with one hand, and managed to stuff the bill in Tris' waistband, but the dancer didn't seem to notice Bill or the money he'd just tucked in Tris' jock. In a sudden burst of uncharacteristic fervor, Bill desperately gave the hare's ass a slap before he was pulled back into the crowd.

Tris immediately turned his head, glowering. He reached back to get the Bill's money. On seeing the denomination, his expression changed, and he gave Bill a wink. The crowd erupted as he spread his thighs and thrust his crotch at Bill while still in a squatt. He beckoned with a finger, and Bill came forward again, cupping Tris' bulging jock pouch, feeling the heat from his cock, thinking that this was the most incredible moment of his life.

Tris reached down, grabbing the enraptured rabbit by the the front of his dress shirt, pulling him effortlessly off his feet and up onto the stage with himself. Bill yelped and struggled briefly, but then his feet touched the stage floor, and he found himself standing before the swaying, lithe form of the hare. The crowd cheered in response to this, and Bill could see Chuck and David among them, giving him a thumbs-up gesture. They, along with everyone else, were chanting, "Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Grinning nervously, Bill began dancing. Or at least he tried to. The rabbit had no sense of rhythm whatsoever, but it didn't matter, because although the audience was interested in seeing Bill dance, Tris had other ideas. He seized Bill's necktie and tugged gently on it, wordlessly instructing him to remove it. Bill did so, and then he felt hands undoing the buttons on his shirt, which he shrugged off. His heart was beating furiously in his chest, the rabbit unable to believe he was actually being invited into doing a striptease with the most gorgeous guy he'd ever laid eyes on!

Licking his lips in what Bill thought was perhaps hunger, Tris reached down and undid his belt, and after unzipping his trousers those were slid down the bunny's long, skinny legs, to pool around his ankles. After kicking them aside and off, the rabbit stood onstage, in front of hundreds and hundreds of leering, shouting males, in nothing but his underwear, a pair of tight fitting briefs that were much tighter than they should be, due to Bill's throbbing erection. A strong lithe arm encircled him, pulling him into the toned chest, then drawing the unresisting rabbit up into a deep, passionate kiss. Bill closed his eyes and groaned softly as Tris' tongue slid past his lips to play with his own.

And suddenly Tris ripped his jockstrap off, sending money flying into the crowd and exposing his absolutely massive, throbbing black cock for all to see. Bill could feel it poking insistently up into his abdomen. Tris released the rabbit, who, overwhelmed by the dancer's sex appeal, sank weakly to his knees before the hunky hare, face inches from the pulsing member. Tris smiled, realizing that it was time now. He grabbed a handful of the rabbit's short red hair, yanking his head up and causing his glasses to fall off.

Still gripping Bill's hair, but not painfully, Tris pulled the rabbit's head towards himself... towards his crotch.... no, towards his cock. He forced Bill's head between his powerful thighs, and his dick swelled enormously, oozing precum from the slit on the tip. Its veined, pulsing length filled Bill's vision. Bill felt his face pressed up against Tris' slick cockhead, pushing into the warm flesh and smearing his face with the warm pre-fluids, and just when the rabbit began to wonder what the hell was going on, Tris' slit stretched and expanded, slipping around his face, oozing thick, clear precum. Bill tried to cry out, feeling his mouth filling with precum. Tris flexed his cockhead, working Bill slowly into his slit, sucking him into his cock.

Bill could feel the slit working down his body, gobbling him up into the warm, slimy shaft. He began to kick with his legs, trying to work himself out. Tris' dick throbbed with his heartbeat as Bill slid deeper. Bill felt himself pulled in with each pulse, each flex squeezing him tighter, sucking him deeper - past his stomach, his waist, and his thighs, and before long Tris' powerful cock slit was flexing around his knees. "Awwwwww, man," groaned Tris as his cock continued to eat the tasty little bunny boy.

Tris then squatted with his hands on the floor. His hips thrust upward, dick straining. Remarkably, the cock lifted itself, bunny and all, up to point directly at the high ceiling! With a slurp, Bill was drawn in to his shins, his big rabbit feet only kicking weakly now, toes flexing uselessly in the air. No longer needing to push or pull, Tris just let gravity take over. He flexed his dick, groaning at the feeling of having an entire rabbit stretching him to his limits. He looked questioningly at the audience, who had been cheering him on throughout his entire ordeal, and they all shouted, "Do it! Do it! Do it!" And with that he started flexing faster. Slip, Bill was pulled in to his ankles. Thrust, his heels were engulfed. Groan, the tips of his toes sank out of sight down between the two black hills of Tris' cocktip. And with a shudder of Tris' body, Bill was gone.

The struggling bulge that once was the unfortunate rabbit slowly shrank as it slid down, down the shaft and into the big, handsome round ballsac of the hare. Tris collapsed, panting, and leaned against the brass pole for support, his eyes half-lidded and a small, contented smile on his muzzle. He slowly caught his breath, his erection standing slick and stiff, jutting proudly from between his thighs. He gave the dick a loving stroke as the crowd, including Chuck and David, cheered loudly. Only he could hear the soft, gentle gurgling sounds coming from within him, signaling the end of the bunny, who was being turned into a nice big load of cum, added to the hare's already massive reservoir.

Money was thrown onto the stage. After a few moments, Tris regained his strength and stood, collected the money and his discarded loincloth and jockstrap, then bowed to the adoring crowd and paused; picking up Bill's glasses, then turned and walked off the stage behind the curtain. The tie, shirt, and pants remained where they had fallen.

To Be Continued ....