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The normal dance tracks and synth of Nature Calls' stage was supplanted by a sampled fanfare as the lights rose. The crowd cheered as the first sign of a performer peeked from backstage. A toned equine leg wrapped in tight, red and gold fabric that clung to and showed off every curve jutted from the curtains for a moment, before it was followed by the rest of the horse.

Declan strutted out from the curtains. In addition to the tights he'd teased with, he wore a large glossy codpiece obscuring the shape of his loins, but giving implications with its sheer size. On top he wore a doublet which was too small for his body, which left it open over his chest and abs. His mane was tightly knotted into a series of buttons from the crest of his brow to where it vanished into the neckline of his costume. Lucky audience members viewing him from behind saw that his tail was similarly bundled up, leaving his tights-clad ass unobscured.

Viewed from the audience, one might be forgiven for thinking the horse was not terribly muscular. His body was fit and defined, looking little like a bodybuilder's, however, once he got close, you'd realize that he was also eight and a half feet tall. Each step Declan made resulted in a bass thump, and it wasn't entirely clear if it was coming from the speakers or the stage under his hooves.

The curtains at the other end of the stage burst forth to reveal the horse's costar for the evening's act. The tawny fur of a red kangaroo caught the light, as he posed in the spread curtains. Mack flexed his arms, the sound of the seams on his sleeves straining nearly audible over the archaic-styled music playing. In contrast to the equine, the kangaroo's torso was thick and broad, mostly hidden for the moment. His mountainous thighs and calves, however, were fully displayed by the blue and silver tights practically painted onto them. He too wore a suggestively large codpiece, and his doublet fit just about as well as Declan's, giving the audience a peek at his cut abs and the cleft between his pecs from just the right angle. However, the fabric was draped rather than pulled tight, leaving something to be revealed for later.

After a few more moments holding his pose, Mack strutted away from the curtains, letting them fall behind him. His footsteps matched the heavy bass as well, the mark of a practiced performer, while his girthy tail swung and swayed behind him. As he neared his co-star it became evident that while he was so much more built, he was also nearly a foot shorter than the horse. The audience didn't seem to mind, and after all, a foot shorter than eight and a half feet was still two feet taller than the average human in the crowd.

"Good evening, sir." The horse set one hoof forward, held his leg straight and flexed it while inclining his torso in a shallow but polite bow. There was no sign of a mic on either performer, but they were also so large that it was probably no trouble for them to speak over the music.

"And to you, my friend." Mack mirrored the gesture, but cheated his hip a bit more, making his codpiece bob when his upper body inclined, which resulted in a couple drunken whoops.

Declan smirked, turning to the mass of horny viewers. "Oh, it appears we have ourselves an audience." He grasped the collar of his doublet. "It seems they would like a show."

Mack waited for the cries of approval to die down, flicking one of his large ears. "Well, it would be ungallant of us to leave them wanting." His hands grasped the corners of the doublet where they framed his abs.

Together, the pair doffed their tops, the horse tugging up and over the back of his head to let it cover his chest a second time for a moment, before he let it fall to reveal his mottled coat, dark grey on the shoulders, arms and back, lighter on his chest and firm stomach, with his nipples stark black against the light coat, the same color as the tip of his handsome snout and lips. Fully released, the doublet landed on the stage in front of him on its back, the inner lining showing.

Meanwhile, Mack spread his arms outward and flexed, the ill-fitting garment nearly getting pushed off of his shoulders as his delts expanded, revealing the cut form of his massive torso to the crowd.

While the audience was still applauding, the two performers nodded to one another, and each pivoted towards one another until they had their backs to the audience. The kangaroo took that opportunity to flex and show off his rippling back muscles.

The thunder was stolen however, when Declan raised one hand over his shoulder, which was holding his glossy codpiece, its straps dangling freely. The roar of the audience threatened to drown out the music. Already bills were flying up onto the stage, many being tossed to land in and around the discarded doublet.

Not to be outdone, Mack curled his tail up between his legs, putting his fists on his hips as he stared defiantly over one towering deltoid at the taller stripper. The dexterous tail dropped back into view of the audience with his own codpiece balanced on the tip, which was dropped behind him with a flick of the long appendage.

Both performers' brought their left hand out of sight, but the motion of the forearm made it clear what was happening. They were stroking. Declan grinned back to the bulky roo, and took a step to spread his red and gold thighs. There was at least one scream from the crowd as the parting of the horse's legs let the glistening black flesh of his heavy sac peek into view. When the cheering settled back down, he turned his emerald eye from his costar to the darkness of the crowd in the club. "Oh, you needn't worry. You'll all be seeing plenty more of my balls tonight."

Mack laughed, and casually turned. His thighs were too thick to pull off the same tease as the horse, so he opted to reveal himself all at once. "Some will get a better view than others, of course." The kangaroo's fingers traced along his flesh-colored shaft, stroking along its girth from where it vanished into the light fur of his sheath all the way to where the glans bobbed and back again. His furred sac below hung nearly halfway to his knees, and only seemed to have trouble going any further because of the sheer thickness of his legs and how round the contents of his sac were. He casually put his free hand behind his head, showing off his powerful arm, while his stroking hand grasped the base and struck the head of his shaft against his chest, making it clear just how large the marsupial's beast was.

"Then I'd better get to showing them a closer view, haven't I?" Declan grinned, casually turning as well. His black equine shaft glistened under the stage lights as much as his sac. Like the rest of him it was well proportioned, the blunt head not quite reaching the base of his chest, and its girth seeming positively skinny with the comparison to the kangaroo. However, as he strode to the edge of the stage and crouched down, heavy balls swaying between his spread knees, the horsecock jutted forward two feet from the front of the stage, well into reach of customers.

The rush to get close to the cock and sack sent the eager mob crowding up. One man at the center of it all grunted and lost his balance as other men crowded in around him, and shot his arm out without thinking, trying to break his fall. Something warm and wet squeezed around his wrist, keeping him from falling. A gasp erupted from the rest of the crowd as the young man was pulled back to his feet.

Declan licked his lips slowly. "Well, if you're volunteering, I might as well indulge." The tightness around the young man's wrist was the stretched meatus of the black horsecock everyone had fawned over.

The music transitioned into a more modern track, much more like what the clientele at the Nature Calls Strip Club was used to.

Like surface tension sending algae rushing away from a dropped stone, the eager pit of writhing bodies had backed away from the caught human, his weight dangling by his hand. As the look of realization dawned on the young man's face, he was lifted further.

Declan stood up from his crouch, bent over a bit to get one of his large hands on the human's waist, thumb squishing into the softness between his cropped shirt and low riding jeans. This helped support him, and put less strain on his wrist.

Mack chuckled. "I might as well start on one as well, if you are having some, good sir." The kangaroo grinned at the mass of bodies. Before anyone could move away from his part of the stage, the marsupial's tail shot out. When it rose back into the stage lights, it was carrying a squirming human of his own, arms bound to his sides by the strong python of an appendage.

Meanwhile the horse's human had raised his free hand to push on the glistening tip of Declan's shaft, trying to work the tight slit open enough to free his wrist.

Declan watched this with some casual amusement as he waited for his costar to get started on his own catch, his thick thumb idly grinding up and down the human's hairless stomach. "If it's that uncomfortable, I'll just have to help you out." He teased, and his shaft throbbed, the slit visibly opening. At the same time, he casually pressed on the elbow of the still free arm with one finger, and with an audible squish it joined the first. A second flex drew both hands deep enough that the human's wrists were forced to be straight in the tight urethra. "There. That's better."

The kangaroo had decided a complementary route for the first meal of his performance. With one strong hand he'd pinned his human's ankles together, while his other hand brought his shaft into line with his catch's body, the fleshy slit gaping open with each pulse that surged up through it. Mack glanced to his costar and rocked his hips forward. With a loud slurp, both tennis-shoe clad feet vanished into his cock, leaving a bulge in the fleshy urethral ridge on its underside. He grunted, releasing the man's legs and reaching to grasp his hip as he rocked his hips forward again, working towards the customer's shorts up his bare legs.

The first catch of the night squirmed; his cheeks flushed bright scarlet at the power of the horse's masculinity. He stopped tugging at his arms, and with an uncertain glance up at the grinning equine, let his head drop between his elbows.

The horse raised an eyebrow, and licked his lips, before his arm flexed, his shaft flared, and the human's head and shoulders were a glistening black shape distending the underside of his rod. He reached his free hand out to gather up the accidental volunteer's legs, starting to more intently feed the human to his loins.

Mack's fat cock hardly had to stretch in width as it was fed its human meal, displaying how practiced it was with eating live prey. Shorts vanished into the slavering cumslit, pre trailing over the bulges of the legs within, while the kangaroo's tail shifted, and finally released once the pin to the man's arms was no longer necessary.

The human in question's hands had fallen prey at his sides and were now caught in the powerful shaft, as down below, his sneaker treads bulged out the surface of the marsupial's right nut. The orb swelled as the distortion shifted, accepting more of the meal down into its embrace.

Hand over hand, Declan fed his black python, fingers showing much more detailed as they pressed at the walls of his left teste from the inside. Both hands were soon pressing around, as the squirming human's hips vanished, just his jeans and boots still visible on the outside. The horse stifled his pleasure into a breathy whicker, as he grasped both boots and thrust towards his hand, the other at his meal's knees. He'd lost track of the sound of the crowd and the music, just focusing on the act of feeding.

Curling up beneath the black sac, the man had given up wiggling his legs in the tight grasp of strong hands, but his own arms were free to explore, push around. The heavy seed already in there was soaking through his crop top and had already matted down his hair. He'd be utterly coated soon.

The pink meatus of the roo rod clenched greedily around the throat of the other human, all of his weight supported by the turgid maleness and the well-supported ball below. The underside of Mack's right nut faintly displayed a pair of seated crossed legs to those brave enough to get up close to the stage to chance a look.

The marsupial on top took his time to pose, flexing his powerful muscles while making his shaft jump, the tight hold keeping the human from sinking any deeper for the moment, the tight slit slowly creeping over the back of his head while his jaw stayed locked against the engorged glans. He kept this up for a couple more poses, showing off his powerful body and sculpted musculature, before he lowered his hand to place a single finger on top of his prey's head. He glanced to his costar to check that they were apace.

Together, they pushed the last of their first meals of the night out of sight until the two humans were inverse bulges of one another, head and gasping mouth in the pink stretched flesh and smooth boot-shapes travelling under the black medial ring on the horse. At the same time each stripper's occupied nut sagged with the full weight of each of their meals: a mirror consumption.

The crowd appreciated this practiced symmetry in the form of loud applause and still more bills thrown up onto the stage.

Both performers stalked along the stage, letting their occupied balls bounce and shake against their tight-clad thighs. The adoring crowd shifted, allowing some horny men to push forward while others stepped away or moved along with the stalking predators.

Declan stopped near the exit to back stage he'd come from, chuckling, and looked across the full stage to his partner. "You know, it would be a shame to finish this lopsided."

Mack crouched down at the other end of the stage, his wriggling sac ending up resting on the platform, giving the man inside purchase to shift around and push at the inner walls, appearing to get up onto his knees. "Way ahead of you." He reached out a powerful arm into the crowd, grasped, and yanked, while his other hand pushed on the root of his pulsing shaft, pointing it down. A shout was muffled amidst a squelch and the dance music playing, and the crowd cheered, while also dispersing from the immediate area.

The horse smirked, one hand casually rubbing over the dangling form of his first meal through his sac and feeling it elicit a squirm and a muffled moan. His green eyes were darting through the dark, a feat under bright stage lights, until he caught sight of a drunk looking human with both arms raised in the air, cheering. Planting a hand on the wall next to the door he'd come out of, Declan leaned out over the crowd in a way that made the occupied nut swing and nearly hit a member of the audience in the face.

Most of the onlookers scattered, but the targeted human didn't realize what was going on until both his wrists were wrapped between thumb and forefinger in the strong horse's hand, and he was being lifted off his feet. His loafers wiggled as he was dragged through the air and up over the stage.

Stroking his shaft with his free hand now that he was standing upright on both legs once again, Declan grinned. "Congratulations, you're the second course." He lowered his arm holding the human and caught the wiggling feet with practiced ease, feeling his second stretch of the night begin.

The kangaroo was casually standing up from his crouch, one hand on the seat of another man's slacks, gripping the material as his cock squeezed and pulled at the human's waist. Mack crooned, leaning back onto his tail as he fed the customer to his pink python. His unoccupied nut began to swell, and soon the faint shape of a human face distended its furred surface as well. He was well on his way to evening out his hungry balls.

The horse didn't seem too hurried to catch up, however he was no slacker either. This second human was skinnier than the last, and sank in at the same rate that Declan's arm lowered him, hips vanishing from view and followed by waist, then chest, as his knees and loafer-clad feet smooshed into a kneeling position in the base of his right teste. As the advancing embrace of the black horsecock squeezed both of the caught man's armpits, the stripper casually let go of his prey with his hand, and stroked the top of his shaft.

Gravity took fully over for the trapped man, and his head slipped in, flanked by his arms. Those arms wiggled in their short stint of freedom, before they too vanished into the black maw of the horse's masculinity.

Mack grasped an ankle in each hand, rocking his hips forward with a growl, pushing off from the stage with his tail to add force to the thrust as his triceps bulged with the pressure his arms lent to the greedy act. His hands met the lip of his meatus in less than a second, and he groaned erotically, before turning to face his costar.

Somehow, without looking at one another, they'd managed to time things out a second time. Twitching hands in a black cock and shaking shoes at the pink one. As the horse strode to meet the kangaroo at center stage again, their shafts jumped and swallowed eagerly, dragging the last remnants of their meals from sight. Neither showed any sign of being encumbered by the weight of two humans hanging from their pelvises, not even when both sacs lurched with the last of their prey dropping from the base of their cocks into their loins at once.

Declan put a hand on his costar's shoulder, squeezing the broad delt there in his palm. "A good meal, but you know what is next, right?"

The kangaroo responded by twisting his tail around and slapping it twice upstage of where they stood. "Come, give us a sheepskin!" He called out towards the spot.

A trap door, invisible from the audience, flipped open, and a black ram poked his head out. "Very droll, I'm sure." He casually held out an unwrapped condom to each of them, winking to the audience when some customers audibly recognized him. Once both rubbers were distributed, he slipped back down under the stage and tugged the door shut behind him, leaving it like he was never there.

Mack snickered, slapping his condom down on the tip of his shaft. While that hand worked to unroll the latex down the pink girth, he casually flexed his thighs, the mountainous muscles hidden in tight fabric broad enough to be readily visible despite the pair of humans writhing in front of his knees.

Removing his hand from his costar's shoulder, the horse made a show of stretching the ring out with his fingers before snugly planting it just beneath the blunt crown on his shaft, even as it jolted from the motion in his own glossy black balls tugging at the flesh at its base. He rolled his hips, and grinned to the crowd. He placed one arm behind his head and casually reached the other straight up. His shaft flexed, and the condom started to unroll down its length, nothing driving it down except the sheer control Declan had over his equine shaft. He rolled his hips, each flex accompanied by his sac squeezing and making his occupied nuts bounce against his thighs.

The kangaroo watched, eyes wide. Either he'd legitimately never seen his costar perform this technique before, or he was just very good at selling the surprise to the audience, because when the crowd realized what was going on, another cheer rushed up over the stage, carrying currency in its wake. Mack twisted on one foot, his thick tail coming around to prod between the horse's occupied testes from below, while he finished his movement standing behind his partner. He trailed his hands along the smooth, toned sides of the taller male. Despite their size difference, the kangaroo's chest and lats were visible peeking out either side of the mottled torso.

Declan chuckled, lowering his upraised hand to rest on the kangaroo's own beneath that arm, looking back over his shoulder. "Permission to come aboard?"

"That's pirate night, you big lug." Mack chuckled. "But yeah, sit your ass down."

The horse winked to the crowd, and let himself topple backwards.

The built kangaroo was prepared for this, easily supporting the taller male and guiding his hips down. There was an audible squelch, as the horse sank down, his back to the powerful marsupial's pecs. Mack's tail repositioned to be up between his and his costar's legs, rubbing at the cleft between both of their sets of occupied balls. By now the squirms were dying down, but they weren't nearly round again yet.

With a winning grin, Declan stretched his arms forward, and toppled again, forward this time, letting his tights-clad legs slide under the kangaroo's sac as his hands slapped down onto the edge of the stage, putting his face leering down, mere feet from the faces of the lusty men in the crowd.

Mack grunted, his knees bending as the motion pulled his hips towards the stage, while his tail twisted out from under the heavy hairless sac and started to stroke at the base of the black horse cock, the smooth fur there adding to the stimulation beneath where the condom had reached. At the same time, he began to thrust, putting one hand at the base of his shaft to grasp onto the edge of his own rubber.

The stallion whinnied more freely as he felt the girth of his costar target sensitive areas in his bowels, glancing across his prostate and on deeper as it withdrew and slammed in again and again. He closed his eyes, and started to flex his shaft again, his sac visibly going from resting against the stage to sagging to just above it and then back to settle onto the flat surface again with each powerful contraction of his pelvic floor. Declan huffed, as what shapes were left on his sac were smoothing away.

Engrossed in his thrusting, the kangaroo didn't have to focus as hard on breaking down his own meal. The mechanical motion of slamming his sac against the horse's tight-clad thighs was accelerating it just fine without his added input. Mack did, however, spare some energy to pose mid-thrust, doing a bicep curl with his free arm, then wrapping it under his pec and giving his chest a good squeeze.

Declan huffed, feeling his peak coming towards him rapidly, his fingers visibly tensing on the lip of the stage beneath him. The pre he was producing had already inflated the reservoir of his condom significantly, enough that it flopped back and forth with each powerful thrust and flex of the black shaft it was attached to. He held back, bearing down on the kangaroo rod deep inside him, making sure to pay attention to its own throbbing inside him, the breathing of his costar behind him, and any other tells he knew of. His observations paid off. He felt the quiver and heard the gasp behind him, and lunged forward, head dropping towards the crowd.

Crying out, Mack felt his shaft suddenly lose the pressure all around it, and dropped his free hand to grasp its underside, as the pink meat jumped and swelled. The underside bulged in the shape of a shoe, forced up against his gripping fingers. The pressure built until he released his grasp and shifted to just holding the edge of his condom. The shoe shot up and out, distending the latex until the treads nearly slapped against the horse's ass in front of him. He chuckled, looking at the hidden fly in the back of his costar's tights, and at the dark, quivering pucker. Next time he'd get his prey to kick the horse square in the taint, that'd be a showstopper.

The mottled equine brayed in a lucky customer's face, as his own shaft bucked, the first shot gushing and distending the reservoir into the shape of a water balloon striking a surface against the stage. Thankfully, unlike a water balloon, the rubber held, and rebounded into the shape of a water balloon resting on the stage, dangling partially from the tip of his jolting cock. Each shot sent the mass rolling as its connection to the gushing rod was thrown forward with heavy cum and rebounded back, the jolts coming more powerful when an article of clothing surged its way into the waiting bag of spunk.

The kangaroo panted heavily, his tail groping over his sac carefully as he started to come down, checking his balls for any foreign objects he hadn't worked out yet. When he didn't find any, he prodded at the horse's as well, and found something heavy in there. He shoved on it with the tip of his tail.

Declan brayed a second time, as a broad lump travelled up his shaft, and a boot splashed down into his condom, the impact nearly sending it rolling off the front of the stage. Panting heavily as he rode the rest of his peak down, the horse raised one hand off the edge of the platform and shoved the heated rubber back towards his chest, and slowly worked himself up to a kneeling position, a few bills sliding off his back to the floor between the two performers.

Mack grinned, flexing, as he stood upright, walking to one side. His balls were back to their size when he first revealed himself to the audience, and his own full condom dragged along the stage, tethered to his girth. He casually worked the rubber down off his rod, then grasped it and tied it up with an almost thoughtless grace. Letting go, it wobbled, looking just like a white trash bag full of gelatin, except under the stage lights, the still swirling garments inside occasionally swam into view.

The horse removed his while still kneeling and tied his condom off as well, before rising to his full height, towering over all the customers. "Delectable, wouldn't you agree?" He started to walk off, following the kangaroo.

Said marsupial swayed and rocked his tail as he strutted towards the backstage curtain. "Quite the appetizer. I could go for more soon." He winked to the audience near him, his cock flexing with a controlled contraction of his pelvic floor and letting a thick droplet of post cum drip in a long strand.

"I might just have anyone who wants to head to my dressing room, myself." Declan agreed, before the pair parted the curtains, twisting together to face the crowd. They each extended a leg like when they'd greeted each other at the start of the act, and bowed, before slipping back and letting the curtains close.

Two doublets, codpieces, and spunk-filled condoms laid on the stage, along with all of the bills of tips for the act. Then the lights went out.