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Starlit Allurwen was making quite a name for herself on the near south side of Chicago, and if someone went to just one of her shows, they would see exactly why that was.

The burlesque scene was alive and well in the Second City, and though the faces almost always changed, Starlit had the pleasure of performing in front of sold out crowds almost every Friday night, and this one, just like the last five months of shows, was a packed house. There were even people standing in the back of the old, rundown theater by the doors, no doubt in mindless violation of building codes, and without a concern to the fact as they were mesmerized by the silver fox that gracefully danced her way across the stage.

Graceful, elegant moves under the thin veil of a silvery-white sarong were always just the start of the show, and while the routine was never the same way exactly twice, there was one fan in the crowd who could predict almost every move that was to come.

"A subtle leap," he whispered, just before Starlit did exactly as he said she would, "With a quick stop that jars the audience and surprises them with her dexterous abilities..."

"Hey, buddy... keep it down, will ya?" came a voice from a few rows up, as multiple sets of eyes turned back to glare at the loud mouth. "We're trying to enjoy the show here!"

Flattening the large, swift loops that were his ears down to his head, Eric Murden glared right back at the offending eyes, but a small, weakling of a mouse, he didn't dare to engage the other men in the theater. He didn't much care that they were so entranced with the show, either; when the end of the night came, and Starlit would exit the side of the stage, a light mist of sweat beading through her fur and an air of elegance that couldn't be bought, taught or stolen, Eric would be right there waiting for her, and this time, he was confident and courageous, where he'd always been a coward before, too shy to speak with his favorite performer.

That hadn't stopped him from taking numerous pictures of her, picking up a spare sash that she'd dropped on the way out of a performance once, and stopping just short of making a shrine to her in his dingy apartment on the near south side.

I'll show them... he mentally plotted, When I leave with Starlit on my arm, I'll show them all! I've come to every show since she started performing at this theater...there's no way she hasn't seen me sticking out of the crowd. She owes me!

Starlit likely hadn't ever seen Eric, in reality, as his smaller body was hidden behind rows of larger, more domineering men who weren't afraid to get closer to the stage in the middle of the show, much less later, but Eric full well believed that there was a mutual attraction between them, in his own delusion. His fur, a very light, soft grey and his hair, brown strands of thinning locks that made him look older than he really was, didn't exactly make him stand out in the crowd, and they were a far cry from the silvery gray fur that coated Starlit's body, not to mention the diamond of the lightest, silver-blue shade that sat just above her modest cleavage, and the arcing stripes of the same shade that sat in pairs upon each of her arms. All of her stage outfits incorporated a blend of black and this lightest of blues, and tonight, all that was left to give away to the crowd was the sarong that was tossed, and finally, the thin, lacy brazier of raven black that she took her time in removing. She grinned out at the crowd, throwing her head back and leaning away from her own bosom to push them forward and out, giving the crowd a great show of her modest breasts as skillful paws undid the lingerie, and then held it daintily in front of the crowd, looking to see which patron was truly the most eager.

There was a chorus of whistles and cheers from the surprisingly even mix of males and females in the audience, but poor Eric and his smaller, weaker voice were completely lost to the sound, and the tossed brazier ended up nowhere near him. With a quick, playful wink and a a kiss blown to the crowd, Starlit brought her arms down under her breasts, framing them up for everyone to enjoy for just a fleeting moment, before she grinned, turned away, and gave the slightest flicker of her tail in a makeshift wave to the audience. With just a couple steps, she disappeared behind the long, black curtains on the stage, and the crowd erupted with thunderous applause as their favorite performer concluded yet another sold-out show.

Cheer all you want, you bunch of mindless jerks, Eric cursed at his fellow audience members. She'll be mine before the end of the night, just wait and see!

**

To say that Starlit was a friendly and gracious performer might be an understatement, as she often donned a pleasant, simple bathrobe after her performances, and hung around until the theater closed to speak with fans, both the typical range of males that were hoping to strike it lucky with her, and even the younger female crowd that was interested in tips and tricks for how to get their start in the field of burlesque dancing. Starlit did her best to be as friendly to all of them as she could be, but after so many pick up attempts and hearing the same questions over and over again, she was occasionally a bit worn down by the onslaught, and needed a moment just to be alone before she went home. The empty, closed theater was perfect for that, and on rare nights, she was given the keys and left to her own devices, so long as she was remembered the lock the place up and turn off the lights when she left.

It was beyond tranquility for her. It was serene.

There were no rabid fans trying to sneak a nude photo or cop a feel of her toned, athletic body. No girls asking just why she got into the business that she had.

Just perfect, uninterrupted silence.

She did her best not to fall asleep in the dressing rooms in the back, having gotten in a little trouble the one time that she did, but for just fifteen minutes or so, there was nothing better in the world to her than enjoying that true isolation, with only her most pleasant thoughts to accompany her.

"Guess I should be going, though...I really _could_fall asleep like this," she said to herself, as she let out of a heavy, regretful sigh and stood up from her chair in the dressing room. As eerie as the old, empty theater might be after dark, it was in a nicer neighborhood, and while Starlit often felt they should run an erotic haunted house out of the building during the Halloween season, this year, as the cool winds of Autumn rolled in, the building just sat empty and alone. In a way, Starlit felt remorse for the aging structure as she closed the dressing room door behind her and made her way to the back door exit, which spilled out into a small alley way and parking lot for the performers.

Within moments, the tranquility and silence that she'd come to love was shattered, and all Starlit could do was roll her eyes.

"T-that was a...a really powerful, really moving performance," came a weak, stammering voice that was struggling to sound strong and professional. Starlit was surprised that she actually had to tilt her glance downward just slightly to see a rather scruffy, unkempt mouse standing just outside of the back door, at first to her side, but as she nearly ignored him, he stepped right in front of her.

The words did seem genuine and kind, but that was lost on Starlit, who was simply ready to take her tired footpaws to bed and crash. "That's very nice of you to say," she forced out in a canned reply, "But I really must be going if I'm to be recharged and ready for my show next Friday."

"B-but the night is s-so young!" the mouse argued, and as Starlit stepped forward again, he didn't budge. "Listen, my name is Eric, and I've been your biggest fan since you started performing here! I've never missed a single one of your shows!"

"That's...flattering," Starlit replied, as she struggled to find the right word. And kinda creepy, buddy.

"C'mon, just give me a chance, and I bet I can show you the best night on the town you've ever imagined! I mean...with all of the money I've pumped into your shows-

"What are you getting at, Eric?"

The interruption threw Eric for a loop, but just for a moment. "Well, y'know...you kinda owe me, if you think about it...where would you be without my patronage?"

"I think I would get along just fine!" Starlit shot back at him, narrowing the soft, silvery-blue of her eyes at his weaker, timid brown orbs. "Do me a favor, pal, and the next time you think about coming to one of my shows, try suck-starting a shotgun instead!"

"But I'm your biggest fan!" Eric pouted, his lips visibly frowning as Starlit shoved him aside and started to march past him. "Doesn't that count for anything with you?"

"Do you really think that women want to date a man who thinks they owe him something? Are you really that dense?" Starlit asked, even as she heard the stomping angry, pouting footpaws on the ground behind her as Eric tried to keep up. She was about to start jogging to her car when he cut her off, and put his paws on his hips.

"You do owe me!" he protested, and now, it was just a matter of time before Starlit truly lost her temper at him. "And if you aren't willing to give me a date, then I'll take one from you!"

"...You. Are gonna take a date. From me."

In her hubris, Starlit never could have seen the shoddy, tattered suit that Eric was wearing start to expand. She couldn't have seen the full, bright white light of the moon behind her head as Eric became entranced by it, and she couldn't imagine that this little twerp of a mouse was really going to try and force her to do anything.

As fate would have it, however, she would have someone else to answer to.

"That's what I thought," Starlit muttered, rolling her eyes and taking one step to pass the mouse...before his paw grabbed her with a surprising strength. " HEY! Let me go, you creep!" she demanded, but while he looked so easy to overpower before, Starlit tried to force her wrist away, and found that she couldn't break his grip. Tiny, weak claws were characteristics of a mouse, and when she looked at his paw, it was growing, and his claws were getting longer, as well.

"I'm taking my date," Eric replied, as the brown color in his eyes started to fade into a burgundy, and then, it wrapped right around to a red, as thick and pure as a fine Merlot. "And you aren't going to stop me..."

The declaration came from a much deeper, angrier voice than the one that protested so weakly before, and Starlit actually trembled as the mouse started to sprout up from the ground like a weed, his body growing at a rapid pace. Her ears flattened as they picked up the sickening sound of bones cracking and rearranging inside of his body to better suit a larger form, and his muscles, once non-existent, were starting to grow under the facade of his soft gray fur. Even that was starting to shift, at the gray tones turned to a dark, jet black, and started to grow wildly away from his body, tearing right through the weak and outdated fabrics of his clothes. The thin, ropy length that was his tail grew thicker and thicker in time with his muscles, and the same long, thick black fur that now covered the rest of his body blended his tail right in as the transformation neared completion.

"E-Eric..." came a weak, wobbling voice from Starlit, "What...what is this?"

" This is how I get even," Eric explained, narrowing the blood red orbs of his eyes at Starlit and grinning as his muzzle expanded and extended, quickly filling with rows upon rows of sharp, deadly, jagged fangs. His clothes blew away in the soft breeze of the Autumn air, and his nude figure stood before her, now easily a foot taller than she was, and twice her size. "You had your chance, Starlit...shoulda just said yes..."

"I'll never say yes to someone like you!" Starlit yelled at him, clenching a fist and punching it into the inside of Eric's wrist to loosen his grip on her own. His paw came undone just enough for her to break away from him, but Starlit knew she'd never make it to her car. _The theater...Gotta get to that door and lock it! It's my only chance!_she panicked mentally, turning around and pressing her footpaws into the ground as hard as she could, making a break for the back door that she'd walked out of. It was just a sprint away, but her punch did nothing to dissuade Eric, who, in a much larger, stronger form, caught up to Starlit in seconds. She threw the door open and grabbed the handle in a spinning move, pulling it slammed shut right in Eric's face, but as she reached into the front of her bathrobe, she felt around and realized her luck was turning even worse.

The key had fallen out in the scrum outside, and she couldn't possibly hold the door shut against Eric's new strength.

_Just run. You know the theater better than he does. Run and hide, and he won't see you!_She rationalized, and the moment she let go of the door, she bolted for the stage, to the cover of the black curtains, in an already pitch black building.

"I always did fantasize about fucking you right after a show, right here in the theater," Eric admitted, and though his voice was now quite a bit deeper and more masculine, it didn't keep Starlit from nearly gagging at the thought. "And now, all I have to do is find you, and I can make that dream come true!"

For just a moment, Starlit wondered if she'd fallen and knocked her head on something after the show. She _hoped_that this was all some sort of nightmare, and she really did feel like she was on the set of a horror movie, as she tried to keep her body from trembling within the protective covers of the curtains.

"Weird...I can actually smell fear! Gotta say, it's kind of a turn on," Eric admitted, as he made his way right for the stage. Even without the lights to guide him, he had much better vision in the darkness as a werewolf than as a mouse, and his sense of smell, even without fear to aid him, was plenty enough to pick up on the delightful, natural aroma that followed Starlit around. She almost cursed herself for taking a shower that morning as Eric kept coming closer, and her fight or flight instincts were battling at what she should do.

A loud, electronic CHUNK ran through the hollow, empty theater as Eric fumbled around on the stairs behind the stage, tripping the lights that focused right on the center of it. Just like a real performance, the stage was set for Starlit to put on a show, but she was filled with regret as she could feel the warm, heavy breath of the werewolf getting closer and starting to send goosebumps along her flesh. "I know you're there, Starlit...just come out and make it easier on both of us..."

She refused to move. For a moment, she didn't even breathe.

RIIIIIIP! It was too late, however, as claws tore through the curtains on the stage and tore them down from the ceiling. The bar they hung from just narrowly missed knocking Starlit out, hitting the stage and denting the wood, but more disconcertingly, Starlit was fully exposed to the monster now, and she turned to him with wide eyes, filled with panic and fear as he grabbed her by the shoulders and held her tight in his paws.

"Let me go and get out of here, you disgusting freak!"

Her words could do nothing to dissuade Eric, who just grinned at her as she struggled to get free of his powerful grip. She got an idea of just how strong Eric had become as he held her in the air with just one arm, and used the other to grab the rod that held the curtains and slammed it into the wall. It held firm, and Starlit watched, a bit confused at first as Eric started to slice thin ribbons out of the curtains with just the one paw, refusing to release her. Her panic only worsened as she looked over his body, still covered in rippling muscles, but more concerning was the large, thick canine member that was starting to emerge from a jet black sheath, and she knew just what the werewolf had in mind.

"I'm not leaving until we have our date," Eric admitted, and it was becoming more obvious was his intentions were with each passing moment. Light, slick precum was already shimmering on the tapered end of his length as he lowered Starlit to the ground, but before she could scramble away, he put a footpaw down on her chest, pinning her so he could grab the ribbons he'd carved from the curtains. "And since we're right here on the stage, you wouldn't dare to disappoint your audience, would you?"

"There's no audience!" Starlit reminded him, growing all the more frustrated at his almost silly behavior. "Do you really think I'm gonna cooperate with this?"

"Do you really think you have a choice?"

Starlit gulped as she felt the surprisingly strong ribbons of the curtains wrapping around her arms. Her wrists were immediately bound together and tied off, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't pry them apart. Her worst fears were coming to light as Eric grabbed a couple more of the makeshift ropes and tied their ends to the pole in the wall, and wrapped those last ropes around each of her ankles, slinging her up from the wall as if she were sitting in a bondage chair, and she was almost overcome with vertigo as the powerful werewolf tossed her up like a rag doll, without a care in the world for her safety.

"Much better," Eric murmured with a devilish, evil grin. Starlit was whimpering at the feeling of her rather uncomfortable restraints, but each time she whined, she could see Eric's cock bouncing and throbbing, and she did her best to stay silent._Is there anything that doesn't turn this guy on?_she wondered, but the only things that mattered right now were what aroused him, and the object of his affection, or rather, his obsession, was hanging defenseless in front of him. Her bathrobe didn't stand any sort of a chance against his claws, and though he could have just undone the rope in the middle, he went the extra mile and shredded the cloth away from her body with his sharp, deadly claws, just as a show of what he could do to her if she resisted. "Ready for your encore performance, Starlit? I hope you don't mind having an assistant..."

Despite her fear, Starlit rolled her eyes and even went so far as to spit at Eric. "You're hardly_a performer," she chided, but it didn't slow the advancing werewolf one bit. She could feel the powerful, domineering grip of his paws around her ankles as he moved between her widely spread thighs, her sex open to him no matter how badly she wished to close it. In a surprisingly gracious act, Eric leaned forward, the large, long and flat muscle that was now his canine tongue snaking out of his muzzle to brush against her vulva for just a moment, taking in her unique, sweet flavor so that he could savor this moment, if it never came again. "Nnngh..._gross... did I tell you that you could taste me?"

"I didn't ask, and I'm not going to!" Eric forcefully replied, glaring up at Starlit with the eyes of a man possessed. His tongue only teased over the edges of her slit at first, but as he found himself loving the flavor of a sweet silver fox, the flat of his tongue slid up and down against the length of her labia, her entire treasure open to him as wide as her legs were spread. He kept up the act for just a few moments, getting her body wet with a thin layer of his own saliva before the tip of his tongue danced around her clit. Starlit cringed at the thought of what he was doing, but the longer she hung there, and the more he showed off some impressive oral skills, the more she felt a tiny, ticklish tingling in the pit of her tummy.

Ooooooh no. No way. I am not enjoying this.

"You about done?" Starlit asked, getting ready to hock another spitwad at her captor as he stood up and licked his lips. "I've had better tongue jobs from a freaking alley cat..."

"Nope...I'm just getting started," Eric suggested. The way that Starlit hung, she was just the perfect height that Eric's hips lined right up with her own, and still refusing to release her from his grip, the werewolf stepped right into the gap between her thighs and rested the tapered head of his thicker, canine member right along her slit, grinding it through his own saliva to lube it up. "Now, don't hold back on me, Starlit...give me your best performance."

"Oh, I'll give you a perfoooooooooh my God!" Starlit started to insult Eric once again, but before she could, the massive werewolf angled his cock just right, and the tip slid inside of her passage with a bit of an effort, as she tried desperately not to enjoy herself. There was very little natural lubrication to start, and she winced as she tried to adjust around the impressive size that Eric was now blessed with, but he made that a difficult task for her as he started to pump right off the bat, not giving her any sort of a chance to meet his pace.

Eric bared his fangs together in a mix of sadistic glee at Starlit's reaction, and absolute pleasure as the tight grip of her inner walls worked over the length of his cock. He could feel her resistance within, but as far as he'd gone, he refused to stop, and as his hips continued to hump against her body, he was about to spit on his own member to lube it up again when he felt something far more pleasant starting to envelope him. "...Is that...well now! Looks like someone might be enjoying this after all!"

Damn it, body! Starlit cursed herself as she could feel a light flush under her cheeks, and sure enough, when she glanced down at the lewd act going on between her legs, there was just a little natural lubrication starting to glisten on Eric's rapidly thrusting manhood. It was all that he needed to make his entry into her body that much easier, and finally, with a desperate, lunging thrust, he was able to penetrate her fully, the entirety of his sizable canine member fitting inside of her and filling her to the point that it became tough for Starlit to breathe.

"Fucking..."

"Yes, my dearest Starlit...?"

"Fucking stop it!" Starlit demanded, still trying to play up the illusion that she wasn't having even a scrap of fun. Her footpaws were resting on Eric's shoulders, but she curled them downward and started scratching away at him, trying to cut into his flesh, but it didn't deter him enough to stop him. She bared her fangs at him and lunged forward when he came in close, biting at the side of his neck, but the thick, powerful flesh barely bled at the tight grip at her maw. No matter how she fought it, Eric was content to keep going until he finished...and Starlit had no way of knowing if he would stop there.

"You've got quite a dirty mouth on you!" Eric gave a quick, mindless reply, as he finally released one of her ankles, but only so his paw could lunge forward like a creature about to pounce, and wrap around her neck. Starlit gasped in shock, and a hint of pain as she was pinned down to the wall, and Eric refused to release her throat, constricting her words to mere grunts, and her breathing to a desperate, panting whimper. "Heh...again, much better...you're doing such a great job, Starlit, I feel like you deserve a standing ovation..."

He could at least moan for me or something,_Starlit groaned mentally, still gasping as she tried to get as full of a breath as she could. By now, she rationalized that she wasn't in any real danger...or so she hoped. _And I really hope he doesn't mean what I think he does when he says standing ovation...

"P-p-please...don't..."

The choked whimper wasn't nearly enough to stop Eric, and while she continued to mentally battle it, Starlit's body was telling the truth for her. Her cheeks were flushed under the fur, a soft, red glow breaking through as liquid desire now flowed freely from the deliciously warm passage of her folds, and Eric could feel it dripping down the entire length of his shaft as he started to return the favor, doing his best to make things nice and messy for her. "T-too late, my dear! I'm...so close...gonna...g-gonna cum, Starlit! I'm gonna cum inside my own darling Starlit! Yes! Yes!"

Pinned to the wall and bouncing against it so hard that breasts gently bounced up against her body with each thrust, Starlit could only hold on and milk what pleasure there was left for her out of the romp. Her body accepted everything it could get, and Starlit could feel the veins growing and thickening within Eric's member as it throbbed and pulsed uncontrollably inside of her snatch, filling her entire vaginal cavity with a thick, white spray of canine seed. The tapered tip simply continued to spill, as each thrust spilled errant drops of cum from the werewolf, and his erratic pace pulled his cock free for a moment, spraying the stage beneath Starlit with random strands of the sticky mess, ones that she would now have to clean up when everything was said and done. She winced an eye shut as her body writhed in a pleasure she didn't want to accept, and the other watched as the undeniably erotic display of overflowing cum poured out of her widely spread petals continued, even as Eric slowed his pace, and finally, released her throat and fell back away from the wall.

"...What...what the hell? Eric?"

The werewolf fell backwards toward the center of the stage, and fate immediately turned on him. Seeing her only opportunity, Starlit swung her leg up and caught one of the ribbons holding her wrists together with a claw upon her footpaw, and a sincerely lucky tear through the fabric gave her one free paw...and that was all she needed to escape the rig. With just that one paw, she was able to free her other leg, and lower herself down from the wall as Eric continued to shrink back down and weaken, as clouds passed over the full moon and robbed him of his power to transform.

"I don't think you have any idea how much trouble you're in, little mousey," Starlit said in a surprisingly calm tone of voice as she walked over to him. Now as small as she was again, Eric tried to scamper away on the stage, but she stepped harshly, fiercely on his tail, and kept him from running. "Thanks to you, I have to take a second shower today, I have to clean up this mess, and I have to come up with an excuse for the theater manager about why the stage is all torn up...but worst of all... by far the worst of all..."

"S...squeak?"

"You. Didn't. Make. Me. Cum...and we simply can't have that, now, can we?"

Eric gulped as he looked up at Starlit, her lips wearing the same devious grin that his were only minutes before. His eyes widened in shock and terror as light blue, nearly silver nubs of flesh started to erupt from Starlit's back, and within seconds, long, powerful tentacles sprouted from under her fur and pinned Eric to the stage, completely immobilizing him and nearly causing him to faint. Eyes of cool, silvery-blue narrowed at the weak, helpless mouse and sized him up, treating him like he was nothing more than a piece of fresh meat.

"You've got a long night of cleaning ahead of you, Eric...and you can start right between my thighs."