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"Out of all the clubs that you could've picked, you had to choose the one that features both guys and girls in its line up." Kyle frowned down at the fennec fox before throwing his head back and downing another shot. The dragon purred lightly at the pleasant burn that raced towards his gut before returning to his task of glaring at the fox.

Franky grinned up at him and let his braided tail wave behind him. "Oh be nice." Grabbing his drink off the bar, he took a sip of the concoction, somehow managing not to jab himself with the little umbrella in the process. "Mythicals features some of the best shows I've ever seen. Have I ever steered you wrong when it comes to a place like this?" Kyle grumbled and growled, but accepted that Franky knew more about these things than he did. The fox had a habit of hitting up any new place within days of their opening, and not to mention his near legendary bar crawl sessions. Everyone would swear up and down that the fox had come up with some way to avoid getting staggering drunk.

The yellow drake huffed, "Still, why did you have to pull me to a place with..." he trailed off and waved a hand towards the stage. Both looked up to where a smokey colored wyvern male was just finishing a set. Franky churred and ran his glass against his lips. Ears perked as the wyvern flashed the crowd a look at his bulging speedo, using his own wings to cover his privates. Kyle grumbled and looked at it before turning back towards his drink. The last few shows hadn't really impressed him. He was sure that he was far hotter than the guys he'd seen up there. Hell fires, there had been at least a dozen girls give him the once over since he got here.

Franky jabbed his side with a finger, making him grunt and glare at the vulpine. His frown was met with one of the fox's patented charming smiles. "Tell you what. If the next show doesn't thrill you, we'll go to one of your titty bars and I'll pay for the evening."

There had to be a catch, there was always one. "And what if it does? I ain't gonna bed down with you, Franky."

His friend mock-pouted. "That makes me a sad foxy." Kyle rolled his eyes as the male perked up instantly. "If you do, then you pay for drinks tonight."

Well, that hardly seemed fair. "Only as long as you keep your drinking to a reasonable amount."

"I'll drink the same things you are, nothing expensive."

Kyle narrowed his eyes and looked towards the stage. Figures in dark clothing scrambled to set up things for the next act. Ah what the hell, nothing had been good so far. "Deal."

It was only an hour later (or had it been longer?) when Kyle found himself regretting that wager. Damn fox knew just who was coming up on stage. First there had been the phoenix girl that had provided her own pyrotechnics. Then the dryad and her, well he wouldn't even had called that a costume since it was made only of leaves and vines. Next up had been a kitsune, sleek little thing and very cute. With illusions and all those tails, the magical fox had put on quiet a show. Kyle's shorts had been getting pretty damn tight, and Franky had been giving him a sideways grin. Then he finally noticed that the fox was a guy, although a fairly cute one. He cleared his throat and leaned against the bar, silently daring his foxy friend to say something. A naga had followed the kitsune, after a short interlude. The way she moved and danced had hypnotized fully half the crowd. And that was before she had brought out her props.

He'd never look at an eggplant the same way again.

By now he was getting more than a little tipsy. Franky had been ordering enough drinks to satisfy a frat house. Kyle had been matching the fox drink for drink just to get his money's worth. Which meant that while the vulpine was still cheering and tossing some bills onto the stage, the dragon was swaying about in his seat. After the naga's set, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom for a moment. Mostly to avoid having to watch the satyr dude that was making his way on stage, but he had to do a couple other things too.

Kyle leaned back against the bar, a half-grin on his face as a sphinx female came up on stage. The drake's lips parted with a soft huff as the music kicked on. Something vaguely Middle Eastern sounding. Not that he had much experience with that type of music. Didn't matter either way, not with the way she was moving. The dragon uttered a groan as the female's hips swayed and bumped, gyrating without her feet budging an inch. A line of drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as his mind instantly to give him fantasies of just what she'd be able to do in his lap. His eyes dragged themselves from her bouncing chest, barely hidden behind a nearly see-thru shirt, down to her belly. The dragon's sheath quickly bulged inside of his jeans at the sight of her toned belly muscles rolling and rippling.

Lips parted in a huff as he looked over the female, licking his lips slowly as his eyes followed that tawny core. Kyle shifted in his seat, uttering a low purr at the tight feeling of his silken boxers sliding against his member. Bracing his arms against the bar, he held himself up as his hips began to instinctively shift and squirm, trying to mimic the sphinx's motions. She turned as part of the dance and their eyes met. Kyle felt as if those stunning, violet eyes of hers were locked onto his. She gave the slightest of smiles and turned, increasing her pace as the music picked up tempo.

"I'm not gonna get you new shorts if you mess those." He didn't have to look over at Franky to know the fox was sporting one of his huge smirks. Could hear it in his voice easily enough. Kyle mumbled something in return, but couldn't take his eyes off the belly dancer. The fox snickered, "You know, I could help you with that if you want." Kyle snarled something and swatted at the hand he knew was going for his lap. "Oh touchy. You're not a fun drunk at all." Despite the feigned hurt tone in his voice, Kyle knew that Franky was just playing. It was a game they'd been having for a long time. Hell, maybe one day he'd let the fox get lucky, give that little bugger a heart attack.

Not that he swung that way, but Franky was feminine enough that he could pretend.

Thanks to the fox's distractions, Kyle didn't notice that his sweet little sphinx was getting some company on stage. His first clue should have been the shift in music, the change in light, even the shift in the crowd's attention. But he was too drawn in by that female's seductive dancing to notice the male coming up behind her.

Eyes shot wide as a gryphon grabbed the sphinx's arm and spun her around. The male looked to be some sort of falcon hybrid, wearing a similar costume to the female. A little growl rattled up Kyle's throat as he watched the pair start to dance and twine around one another. Sitting up, he narrowed his eyes and watched the pair. The gryphon would move in, posing and preening, and she'd dart away with a coy smile.

Kyle reached blindly for another shot and threw it back with a low growl. Who did this guy, this gryphon, think he was? The dragon narrowed his eyes at the male, sizing him up. The costume didn't hide much, so he knew that he was more ripped than the feathered male. Should be him up on the stage with her, not that putz. Once again, his mind began to fill in the details. He could easily imagine him and the gryphon vying for her attention. In his mind there was just no contest. It wouldn't take more than a few moments before he'd have the sphinx in his arms and she'd...

"Oooh!"

The surprised noise made his head jerk towards the stage again. The sphinx was backing up, arm over her bared breasts. The gryphon stood a step away with a grin on his beak, holding her top. Now the music shifted again, changing to something more sensuous as she tried to reclaim her top from the male. Round and round they went, the piece of cloth always just out of reach.

Soon enough, it wasn't just her top. At some point during the performance, her pants slithered down those shapely legs. She didn't seem to notice as she moved in, grabbing at her top. The gryphon gasped as she came away with his pants, leaving him in just a bulging speedo. The female tossed his pants aside and lunged for her top once more. He tossed it behind him and grabbed onto her rear, drawing her in. The sphinx gasped, eyes going wide as her bare groin pressed against his bulge. The lights dropped on the stage, throwing them into darkness as the bodies moved against each other. Lights pulsed with the erotic beat of the music, punctuated by flapping of wings, throaty moans, and the slap of flesh on flesh. After several long seconds, the lights on stage flared up, silhouetting the pair from behind, frozen in a climatic pose.

Kyle growled to himself as the lights went down and the dark clothed people rushed on stage once again to change the set. As he turned back towards the bar for a drink, he noticed that Franky was gone. The drake frowned and looked around, but shrugged it off, ordering himself something else. As his drink was poured, the drake reached under the bar and adjusted himself. He shivered at the feel of his boxers sliding against his member. Damn pants were just too tight.

He'd only just got his drink when the music kicked up again. Half-turning towards the set, the drake's eyes narrowed at the stage. The lights came up again, showing off a mountainous set this time. The gryphon was on stage again, but this time he was solo. Kyle's lips curled in a low growl at the male, tail lashing against his stool. Once again, he found himself sizing up the gryphon. Sure the male was sleek and agile, but there didn't look to be a lot of muscle tone on his form. He was all fluff and feathers and nothing else. When he looked around the club at the people gawking at that bird, he couldn't help but sneer. If they thought he was good, wait till they got a load of him.

Alex, aka Osiris, was humming along with the music as he danced. Even though he did this nearly every night, dancing that is not this particular routine, there was always a thrill of having such a captivated audience. If there was one thing he loved about this job, it would have to be showing off for the crowd.

Although he would love to change his stage name.

Osiris was cool and all, but he had been hoping to get dubbed Alexander the Great or something along those lines. One other entertainers mentioned that he looked like the ancient god, and their manager had overheard and liked it. He did have to admit, his heritage (peregrine falcon and snow leopard) did give him that exotic look that people seemed to love. Although he said it was more than just his looks. That since his partners chanted 'god' when he was bedding them, he might as well go by one's name. No offense intended, no need to smite him.

Still, no harm no foul.

He was just getting to the... heh, climax of his Gryphon on the Mountain set. He was all set to rip off his loin cloth and leap from the fake rock and swoop over the crowd when it happened.

"Hey, Asshole!" He froze, tensed for a leap and looked towards the voice. A yellow drake was clambering onto the stage, swaggering with each step. Not a cocky swagger either, this dragon was at least three sheets to the wind. "You think you're so sexy and all that?" The dragon grinned and swayed, standing just a couple feet from Osiris's perch.

The gryphon crouched and tilted his head, "Not at all. I know I'm sexy!" Waving at the crowd, he grinned as they cheered at him. His bright eyes caught security weaving their way through the crowd, but he waved them back for the moment. Twisting his head, he looked down at the intruder and purred, "Don't you think I'm sexy?"

The drake snorted, "Yer cute, but you ain't ripped at all."

He started to reach for his shirt, but Osiris waved a hand at him. "Whoa whoa, hold on a second there." That was one of the problems with having so much puffy fur and soft feathers. They did a lot to hide his build. Bracing his hands on the rock, he pushed himself up into a handstand then away, twisting to land lightly on his feet. The crowd sang their praise at his acrobatics as he strolled over to the interloper. "Now, what's your name?"

"Kyle." He narrowed his eyes at the gryphon, shirt lifted high enough to show off his six pack.

Osiris crooned, "Well, Kyle, if you're going to show off your body for these people. Might as well do it properly. Right, folks?" Another wave of cheers greeted the question as the gryph turned, swishing his thick tail behind him with a purr. Turning his head around, he smirked at the dragon. "Well, are you gonna put up, or are you gonna shut up?" The drake growled and nodded, taking a slight step back. Deciding to play it up for all he was worth, Osiris waved a wing and hand towards the DJ in a grand gesture. "MUSIC!"

Kyle growled a bit at the gryphon's act, calling him out like this in front of the whole crowd. He'd show that cocky hybrid just what he could do. Nodding his head with the beat of the music, the dragon just listened for a moment before starting to move. The crowd fell silent as he started to tug at his shirt again, tail lashing behind him. As he moved and danced, putting on some of his best moves, he felt his heart start to race a bit. He could feel eyes following his every move, and even a few murmurs of appreciation as he shed his shirt and tossed it onto the stage. A smile twitched at his lips as he ran his hands over his body slowly.

Osiris angled his head this way and that as he watched the yellow drake start to strip down. The male certainly had a good body, although his moves were a bit lacking. He'd forgive that though, since the male was doing this on spur of the moment. If you asked him, it looked like the dragon was doing a routine he did in his bedroom while changing clothes. Might be better if he wasn't so tipsy though.

The drake turned a bit and reached for his belt, starting to fumble with it some. Sliding off his perch, Osiris smiled to himself as he swept in. Since he wasn't nearly as inebriated as the drake, it was only a matter of seconds before the audience was rewarded with the chime of the dragon's belt buckle. Kyle looked up at him with a mixture of shock and anger. The gryph gave him a smile and tapped his beak against the drake's muzzle. Now the dragon reeled back, belt hissing out of the loops. Osiris spun a little, letting the belt curl around his own waist before he dropped it to the stage.

A cheer rose from the crowd as the dragon stepped towards him. Kyle stopped and looked towards the crowd, tail twitching behind him as he grinned. Slipping up behind the male, Osiris purred, "Feels good, doesn't it?" Reaching around, he ran his hands over the male's chest and stomach, pressing his own form against the dragon's. Kyle tensed briefly, but relaxed as the more experienced gryphon began to guide him with gentle touches. "Having so many people watch and admire your form as you strut your stuff for them." The dragon inhaled softly as the gryphon's hands dipped further down. Osiris let his gilded fingers just trace around the waistline of the dragon's jeans. "Of course, you can go and sit down any time you want and enjoy the show."

Kyle uttered a little noise that was a mixture of a growl and a moan. "No chance on Earth." Without even realizing it, he was pushing his body back into the gryphon male behind him.

Osiris grinned, "I had hoped you'd say that." The club had a special policy on people that interrupted an act. If someone interrupted a set, then they became part of it. Granted, it was posted as more of a joke than anything else, but it was about time he had some fun with it.

A soft gasp was heard from the crowd as the gryphon's fingers found their way to the dragon's lap. The yellow male arched against him and hissed out as those talons traced over the bulge in his jeans. His body twitched as Osiris popped the button on his jeans. The zipper snarled as the gryphon jerked on the jeans. A collective gasp sounded through the room as the male's bulging underwear were revealed to the public. The hands slid into his pants and began to work them down. Hip began to squirm and work, denim whispering against scales. A hand traced back and forth against the elastic band before easing into those silky boxers. The crowd fell silent and even the music fell softer as the dragon's eyes fluttered. Fingers eased down to roll against the male's heavy sac and traced up his scaled sheath before teasing over his length. Peering over the dragon's shoulder, the gryphon smiled at how intently the audience was watching and waiting. With a smile, he stepped back suddenly.

Kyle stumbled backwards, feet scrambling to keep him from toppling over. His jeans tangled his bare feet for a second before he managed to kick them away, sending them sailing off into the crowd. A pair of hands caught him an instant before he would have fallen. He stumbled as the gryphon spun him around, leaving him staggering for a second. The hybrid pressed him against a pole, one of the few permanent fixtures on the stage. Kyle's tail curled around the pole as he gasped, looking at the male. Hand slipped down to stroke his thigh, smiling against the male. He found himself panting a bit as his boxers were nudged downwards. A corner of his mind was complaining at him to stop, but the lustier part of his mind was just telling him to go with it. It was only when his silk boxers were whispering down his legs that he finally realized that the gryphon's loincloth was long gone as well. The male's furred sheath rubbed against his own scaled tube.

What made him gasp and arch was the press of the male's member against his own length. He looked downwards, but his view was blocked by the male's chest feathers.

Osiris smiled a Kyle as he slid a hand between their bodies. His hand wrapped around the two lengths and held them close to each other, stroking slowly as he rocked his hips. The dragon's mouth fell open as he let out a low gasp, tongue rolling from his maw. Leaning forward, the gryphon kissed the drake; an odd experience but one he enjoyed. Kyle reached a hand up and cupped the male's head, deepening the kiss as he felt his cheeks warm. Rocking his hips forward, he purred into the kiss as the ridges along his length rubbed against the gryphon's smoother cock. Precum was dripping from both of their lengths, letting the rigid lengths glide against each other. The fingers ran up and down the lengths, teasing over the tips and making the dragon's hips tremble. After sitting there with an erection so long, and the self-inflicted teasing, he could feel his sac start to tense. The hand wrapped around their lengths and pumped over the lengths. He groaned into the kiss, tongue flicking over the gryphon's as his tail tightened around the pole.

Just seconds before he was going to blow, the hand flicked away. The dragon broke the kiss and voiced a little whine as his cock twitched, right on the edge. "Don't worry," the gryphon purred, "I won't leave you hanging." Both of the entertainer's hands fell to his rear, cupping and lifting it. Kyle gasped, hands flying up to grab onto the pole to support himself as his legs came up and wrapped around the male's waist. Now he could finally look down and see the male's length. The breath caught in his throat as he watched the male grind their cocks together for a moment. Osiris's deep red length dripped some precum onto the drake's penis as he drew back.

The breath caught in Kyle's throat as the hard length slid over his scaled sac. Kyle squirmed, breath catching in his throat as it sank lower, trailing precum along his taint. He wanted to call out for the gryphon to stop. He wanted Osiris to keep going. He didn't want it, the male wasn't his type at all. He needed it!

And he was going to get it.

Osiris was purring softly as his cock slapped against the dragon's tail. A roll of his hips was all it took for him to nudge against the male's backdoor. Normally, he'd be using a bit of lube for this, but he was slick enough from the rubdown that it should be fine. He looked at Kyle and saw the conflict in the drake's eyes. The gryphon leaned forward to nip at the male's dangling tongue. A good push made his slick length penetrate the dragon's virgin back door. Kyle arched, pulling himself upright with the pole as his legs pulled at the gryphon. Osiris hissed and drove forward, balls smacking noisily against the dragon's tail.

The yellow drake trembled softly, eyes rolling in his head as he laid his head against the cool pole. His ass was throbbing around the gryphon's cock, his own length pulsing against his scaled belly at the same time. Osiris drew back, his length gliding against Kyle's prostate. The dragon groaned, pushing upwards against the pleasure that raced through his body. Lowering his head, he huffed, eyes unfocused and dancing between his own twitching length and the gryphon's pumping body.

A deep moan and huff came from him as he watched his ridges start to swell. His length jumped, lifting each time the gryphon's body slapped against his. Kyle ground his teeth together and hissed as his entire form tensed. His body heaved as the pleasure threatened to overwhelming him. Kyle was only just able to hold back a roar, uttering only a barking noise as his cock erupted. Thick cum splashed across his belly and chest, even able to fire hard enough to paint a couple stripes across his own muzzle. The gryphon pressed tight against him and held there as he came, emptying his load across his toned scales.

They stood poised like that for a moment, gryphon holding up the drake, as the dragon gave up every drop of his pent up lust. Osiris leaned forward and licked at Kyle's muzzle, purring at the dragon's heavy taste. "My turn?"

Kyle blinked, chest heaving as he started to lose his grip. "Your turn?" The gryphon nodded with a grin and pulled his cock out. He shivered as the length slipped out of his stretched tailhole. It was only when the hybrid released his legs that Kyle realized that the male had been holding him up this whole time. "Your stronger than you look," he groaned as he stood up, legs trembling softly.

"And don't you forget it." Osiris glanced into the crowd and smirked at the lusty looks from the audience. Guiding the dragon over to one of the fake boulders, he pushed Kyle forward. The drake leaned over and looked back, wings laying down so he could look back at the gryphon. Kyle was still a bit dazed from his climax and didn't even think twice as the gryphon lifted his tail upwards. Stepping in, he slapped his cock against the male's rear with heavy thuds that echoed across the silent club. He lined up and plunged back in, both males calling out with pleasure.

A hand signal to the DJ got the music turned up again. Osiris planted his hands on the dragon's hips and began to thrust with the heavy, slow beat that rang out from the speakers. Each thrust rocked the dragon forward, making him gasp and push back. Fingers dug into the foam rock, trying to get a good grip as his pleasure began to rise again. Osiris let out a hiss as the music picked up it's tempo. He matched his pace to that, leaning over the dragon as he held onto that firm ass. Kyle growled, curling his tail around the gryphon's body. He could feel something tapping against his backside as the male's motions became faster and harder. Lowering his head, he groaned heavily as his cock swayed with each of the male's thrusts, occasionally slapping against his messy stomach.

Osiris was huffing now, wings pumping with every thrust. He wasn't going all the way with his thrusts, not yet anyway. Not with his knot getting larger with each pump. He shouldn't put it in. Shouldn't tie with this dragon. Really, it wasn't a good idea at all.

Didn't mean that would stop him.

Digging his fingers into the male's backside, he started to pound harder, making the drake arch up and gasp as his body trembled under his body. He didn't have to look down to know that he was about to tie with the male. Narrowing his eyes and leaning over the dragon, he started to rock and roll his hips with each thrust. He could just imagine the male stretching out around him, getting ever closer to taking him all the way in. Sweet little moans were coming from the dragon as he looked back, jaws hanging open.

All it took was one good thrust and he was in.

Kyle rose up and let out a roar as the gryphon's knot popped into his ass. The bulge grew larger, stretching his already abused ass even more. Each time it throbbed inside of his backdoor, the knot rubbed against his prostate. He arched his body and groaned as his cock jumped. This time he couldn't hold back the roar as he came. The dragon tore chunks out of the rock as he shoved backwards, spraying his seed onto the stage. Osiris joined him this time, arching forward and letting out a shriek as his cock jumped and pulsed, painting the dragon's insides with his thick cum. Kyle moaned, body trembling as that knot pressed against his prostate and drew out his finish.

The lights dimmed, casting the pair into shadows as applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. Kyle groaned and lifted slowly, his body shaking as he looked at the gryphon. "What now?"

Osiris looked sheepish, eartuffs laying back. "Now we figure out how to get off stage."

Franky stepped out of a backroom and licked his lips. Looking over his shoulder, he grinned back at the kitsune who was tugging his pants back on. "Thanks for that, Jimmy. Hate to run, but I left my friend up at the bar."

His braided tail waved behind him as the kitsune put his arms around the other fox and nuzzled. "I guess I'll allow it, but you need to make it up to me later." Ears perked as the multi-tailed fox looked over the fennec. "Well well, what's this? Finally got someone to interrupt your show, Alex?"

Franky turned around with a grin, knowing the gryphon all too well. He started at what he saw and backed into Jimmy suddenly. "Oh my!"

Alex, aka Osiris, and Kyle were moving towards them. The dragon was resting on the set piece as they rolled it down the hall. The dragon's eyes went wide when he saw Franky before narrowing sharply. His lips pulled back into a snarl, "Not one word."

The fennec put a hand on his chest, as if offended. "Moi, say something about this? Why, you wound me." Strolling forward, he leaned down and licked the drake's muzzle. "Should have told me you wanted that. Would have introduced you to this godly male earlier." The dragon's cheeks burned as his friend leaned up and gave the gryphon a kiss, tongues dancing around each other.

Kyle huffed as moans sounded over his head. "Can we at least get to a room before someone else sees me like this."

"Now you're embarrassed, after that show you put on for the crowd?"

Franky gasped, "And I missed that?!"