Pole Dancing
( keeping in mind by the end, that as anthros they're more anthro than they are animal and interspecies mating is more than possible... ;) )
Jacen climbed off the stage, gathering handfuls of ones as quickly as he could, just barely making it off before the next girl stalked on, striking the catwalk with heels so hard that Jacen thought they would break.
He was slightly dazed, coming off...he always was. The cat was normally shy and timid, but when he closed his eyes on stage and just let the music take him...there were always plenty of dollar bills waiting when the song ended. Jacen took his money to the small locker that was his in the back, shoving it away and trying not to brush against too many of the girls who were struggling into or out of lingerie.
Jacen was the only boy dancing at Nips, and with the lacy black boyshort panties he wore, most of the clientele thought he was just a flat chested girl. The owner had been counting on it, the fifteen year old cat's perfect tight ass and slender waist made him the perfect complement to all the insanely busty sluts he employed.
Variety, that was the key to a successful strip club. Of course, on paper Jacen was an eighteen year old girl named Arissa, but it was no secret why "Arissa" was always on her day off when any officials came through. Jacen locked the locker door and leaned his head against it, the caramel of his fur shining in the bright back room lights.
A stalking wolf of a stripper brushed him so hard he almost fell over. "Get back out there and work the crowd, boy." She growled. "if you're gonna take the role of a woman, you might as well try to live up to the job."
Jacen winced, but he dropped his head. "Yes ma'am." He answered. He only stopped long enough to make sure his collar was in place and to reclaim the tiny fishnet tanktop that cut off about mid stomach, before he padded back out through the side door, into the club proper. Loud thumping rhythms coursed through Jacen, feeling like a second heartbeat as he walked between strippers teasing whatever they could out of customers.
"Arissa!" the call was unexpected, but Jacen went to the bar and looked at the bear behind it. He tossed Jacen a small key connected to a large plastic number. "You got a private dance. Room one."
Jacen blinked in surprise. He made most of his money with corner lap dances, fat businessmen who wanted to feel that perfect ass grinding on their crotches...he'd never had an actual private dance before. That meant someone had spent nearly two hundred to get him alone for an hour. Who would want the flat-chested cat for that long? And worse, could he keep up the illusion of "Arissa" for a whole hour in private?
The caramel cat was nervous by the time he reached room one, leaning against the door for a second's hesitation before he pushed inside, turning the key in the door handle. Inside, the room was lit just well enough that it would complement the dancer's body while leaving the customer in shadows. A lot of things happened in private rooms, girls could earn thousands in one shot if they were truly persuasive...or just willing to do anything. Jacen's eyes adjusted as quick as any cat and who he found leaning back against the comfortable couch made his eyes blink and widen. A graceful, heavily built stud was waiting, drink in one hand, his short roan fur turning closer to white at his wrists, ending with thick, powerful fingers. The horse took a slow drink from his glass, giving Jacen time to take in the heavy black jeans and white polo.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" the horse demanded softly. "come on in, kitty, let's get a good look at you."
Jacen shivered at the lusty tone in the horse's voice, coming into the room with a graceful sway to his hips, falling into "Arissa" as completely as he could. Jacen went to the round table set in front of his customer, sliding his fingers over the heavy wood, turning and leaning over to climb up onto the table, taking a full two minutes to do it, long legs and sweet ass on display with those lacey boyshorts. Jacen reached up to grasp the pole rising out of the center of the table and he looked over his shoulder coyly at the horse as he climbed up the pole hand over hand, face sliding up the cool metal, eyes telling his customer that was how he'd love on a nice fat cock...
The horse shifted his hips clearing his throat, definitely enjoying the view. He reached out and caught the music remote, turning it up a bit. On the table the cat closed his eyes, slowly starting to dance. He sank and rose, showing off, his paws sliding over his body, down his tight stomach, between his thighs, he even squeezed his small bulge softly, making the horse whicker a bit.
Jacen yelped in surprise when his tail was caught mid turn and he was suddenly pulled off the table, falling into the horse's lap. "Not bad, kitty. Let's see how you dance on a real pole." He slid a hand down Jacen's hip and squeezed the boy's ass. Jacen couldn't help a shiver.
"We're not supposed to..."he started, speaking for the first time. His voice was soft, it could be mistaken for dusky if he kept it toned down a bit.
"That's not what I want to hear." The horse answered. "Reach into Daddy's pants and pull out his cock."
The word "daddy" got a mew out of Jacen and he felt those powerful fingers slid up to the back of his neck, trapping him in his customer's lap. It didn't help that getting the back of his neck rubbed made the cat's whole body thrum with pleasure.
"Now, kitten, take out daddy's cock." The horse repeated...and to his own surprise, Jacen reached nervous hands to the front of Daddy's jeans. Even knowing what equines were famous for, reaching down the horse's thigh for that monster cock made Jacen's mouth go a bit dry. It had to be more than a foot long and as thick as his wrist.
Daddy got comfortable when his monster left his jeans, filling both of the kitten's paws...he didn't even have to tell the boy and Jacen leaned forward, rough tongue slowly licking the horse's heavy tool. Jacen had never gotten to play with a real cock, but he wasn't going to disappoint this stud!
"That's right, good kitty." The stud grinned, stroking the boy's ears as Jacen slowly covered every inch of his fat cock with spit, licking up pre- as fast as the horse could produce it.
"Stand up." Jacen didn't have to be told twice and he rose, standing in front of his Daddy, taking the cock in both hands. the little cat leaned forward and stretched his mouth over that massive tip, sucking and licking inside his mouth, desperately trying to take more like a little champ.
The horse whickered in pleasure, his shaft getting to full hardness with the cat trying so hard. He grinned. "Good boy. Open that throat up." He enjoyed watching the cat stiffen in shock, his tail standing straight for a second. Jacen's cover was blown! How long had the horse known!? Distracted, Jacen had stopped sucking, so the horse helped him along, reaching up and gently shoving a couple more inches into the stripper's mouth, touching the back of his throat. Tears welled up a little as Jacen fought not to gag, and the horse scratched between his ears slowly.
"Daddy wants to feel your throat wrapped around his big fat cock. Are you ready kitten?" Jacen squeezed his eyes shut, but he nodded. He wanted to make daddy happy, even though he didn't think he could handle it, he wanted to try. Getting owned by the stud was arousing him more than anything he'd ever experienced. The stud whickered softly and pushed again, feeling his cock head slide into the boy's throat ever so slowly, forcing it to stretch. Jacen managed to get six inches into his throat before he came, making a mess of his lacy panties. He pulled against the horse's hand, fighting his way off that cock to get air, dropping to his knees and gasping, hugging and nuzzling the stallion's monster.
Jacen panted, a deep purr resonating his chest as he nuzzled the fat cock, precum sticking to his face. "Fuck me, daddy?" he asked, voice holding a soft note of begging.
This time the stud didn't have to be told twice. He slid a hand around the boy's throat and pulled him up, making Jacen climb up his chest. Jacen laid against his chest as the horse's powerful hands grasped the boyshorts and tore them to shreds. The stud leaned down and found Jacen's lips, kissing him passionately as he lined up the kitten's ass, rubbing his cock tip slowly against the boy's entrance. Precum gushed from the stud's monster, making Jacen's tailhole slick, and Jacen moaned softly...he pressed against the stud's chest, pushing away from his body and forcing himself backward until he cried out, feeling the monster pop past his tight ring.
Pain, like nothing Jacen had ever felt before, coursing and throbbing through his body, made the kitten cry out, tears blurring his vision. Only the horse's hands on his hips kept Jacen sinking on that monster, kept the pain coming no matter what...until something new happened. The stud's fat cock rubbed up against his prostate. Suddenly Jacen gasped, pleasure spiking where before there was only pain. He looked down at the horse in wonder...and Daddy just smiled.
"Ready?" the horse tightened his hands on Jacen's slim waist then lifted a bit before pulling the boy down on his cock again, still only using half of his monstrous shaft to rape this sweet little kitten.
Jacen's tears dried as he started to purr again, moaning for more. No longer a stripper, Jacen's moans grew stronger and louder. The little whores claws bit into Daddy's chest. "Your cock feels so good, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me harder!"
Always happy to oblige, the stud shoved his hips upward, getting a scream from Jacen as he let the boy experience a taste of the remaining inches. He fucked the kitten's tight little ass for a good ten minutes before whickering loudly. "Gonna cum, kitten! Gonna fill you with cum, little slut!"
Jacen yowled softly and climaxed for the second time, driving himself down as hard as he could, pain making him cry out louder and his tail stand straight as he made a mess of the horse's polo. As promised, the horse delivered what felt like a gallon of seed, flooding the kitten's insides and making Jacen's eyes roll back with pleasure. The little cat collapsed on his stud's chest, heaving for breath, and every breath bringing another wave of purring.
Both were quiet for a bit before the horse spoke. "So, this is where you've been going when you're supposed to be studying at Tori's."
Jacen opened his eyes and looked up. "Sorry...I didn't think you would approve."
"I don't," the horse answered, looking down at the cat...at his son, the spitting image of his mother. "The only pole you're going to be dancing on from now on, is this one."
Jacen looked up at his father, wondering what mom would have to say about that. He couldn't imagine any cat wanting to give up exclusive rights to that monster cock...he licked his lips and gave a smile, his only reply was, "Yes, Daddy."