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The clatter of a bottle of pills hitting the bar brought Jasen Devlin's head up from where he had his muzzle in his business management textbook. The scarlet furred fox frowned and swished his tail as he recognized the collection of supplements in the bottle.

"A wet show?" he asked, puzzled. He frowned and his ears folded down as he considered the dalsky that had set the pill bottle on the bar in front of him.

"Yup," Doch said, his own muzzle split in a wide grin as he considered his right-hand fox at the club.

Jasen's whiskers twitched as he studied the collection of pills again- the telltale blue one was missing, he would not be performing solo.

"A wet show- with someone else," Jasen groaned. "Boss... My guys are in town tonight, I wanted to show them a good time..."

"I remember," Doch said with a nod and a wag of his bushy tail. "And you will."

Jasen frowned as he closed his textbook. It was probably time for him to give up on his studies for the day anyway. He leaned back on his barstool and stared blankly at the liquor bottles. After a few moments of contemplation, the senior manager at the most popular gay club in the town of College Park stood and stared at his boss.

They were in the "Straight Haven" part of The Foxhole (still three hours from opening), also known as the sports bar room (which explained why Doch was wearing a jeans and tee shirt instead of his normal working leathers). While it was well known that The Foxhole catered to the "males that like males" set, they accepted all types in the club and had sections set aside for them.

"Getting bonked on stage in front of them was not what I had in mind," Jasen groused. That he would have been okay with performing- and maybe even with doing a solo wet show went unsaid.

"It'll work out Jasen," Doch said as he put a paw on the scarlet reynard's shoulder. "I promise."

The fox growled under his breath and swished his tail in agitation, but didn't say anything in reply to the dalsky's comment. The two canines looked into each other's blue eyes for a long moment, the only sound being the quiet TV broadcast of a baseball game that the two bartenders were watching at the far end of the bar. Finally, Doch leaned in and gave Jasen a friendly nuzzle to the cheek and ruffled the fox's ears.

"I had a special request sweetie," Doch whispered. "Please just roll with it for now, okay?"

Jasen leaned away from the dalsky's paws and sighed. "Fine, I'll play along."

With that, the reynard snatched the pill bottle off the bar and headed off to the dressing room. Behind him, the Foxhole's owner smiled at his friend and employee.

Several hours later, Jasen studied himself in the dressing room mirrors. The blue eyed, scarlet furred fox looking back at him was distinctly unhappy looking. But other than that sadness, he was looking just fine. The claws on his feet where polished to a nice shine and the fur was nicely trimmed. His legs were covered by black chaps that were designed to look like tuxedo pants with gold piping on the seams that hugged his legs and accented their forms nicely. They were crotch-less (of course) and Jasen's bulge was on full display- pushed out and padded even more by the fact that he was wearing two pairs of tear-away briefs. The top one was a matching black to his chaps, right down to the gold piping which curved around the midline of his bulge to call even more attention to his assets. A line of Jasen's cream colored belly fur had been carefully brushed to overhang the waistband, drawing even more attention to the fox's crotch. His shirt was sleeveless, designed to be torn away and printed to look like a tuxedo. It was tight enough to show his flat abdominals, well defined pectorals, and the Velcro straps across his chest that held his black fur-tight sleeves to each other on. His cheek fur was nicely brushed, as was the rest of his head fur. Behind him, Sandy- the Foxhole's in house stylist- was handling the finishing touch: brushing his tail. Or trying to.

"If you don't stop the swishing Jay," the mouse threatened as she grabbed hold of his moving tail. "I'm going to shave this thing so you don't have to worry about brushing ever again."

"Sorry," Jasen replied, his ears folding flat against his head.

"Not feeling the magic tonight?" Sandy asked. "What's up?"

"My guys are in town. I'd rather be spending time with them tonight."

"Well Jasen, you know Doch," the mouse replied after a few moments of thoughtful brushing. "If he's asking you to go out and perform when you'd rather not, he has a reason for it."

"Yeah," Jasen replied in a tone that suggested anything but agreement.

Any further comment Sandy might have had was cut off by the sound of the Foxhole's master of ceremonies stepping up to the main stage's microphone. Jasen wandered down the hall from the dressing room to stand behind the stage curtain and caught the middle of the MC's opening.

"Remember that all acts seen here tonight are strictly fantasy. All our performers are familiar with each other and are tested on a regular basis. The person you're having a drunken grope fest with probably isn't. So be smart and be safe."

Jasen tuned the MC out a bit as the raccoon went on to make the disclaimers about the possibilities of patrons being exposed to bodily fluids during the show and explaining where the medical staff on site were to deal with any exposure. Doch had actually put this series of disclaimers forward before they had begun to perform wet shows, specifically to avoid any potential lawsuits. So far, it had worked.

The fox sighed to himself as he began to try and flush the negativity he still had built up. It would not do for him to go out and be so down when his job was to try and entertain people. But he couldn't lie to himself that he was not feeling it tonight: he wanted to be hanging out with his guys- not having them watch him get objectified and hooted at. Usually this wasn't an issue, he actually enjoyed entertaining people. At least most nights. Jasen finally straightened his slumped shoulders and wagged his tail to make sure it was properly bushy as the MC introduced the show. Remember, he thought to himself. You are doing this for them. Go out and put the best show for them.

As he had the thought, the MC called his name over applause from the audience and the music kicked up. Internally, Jasen groaned- it was that akita song. Normally, it was one of his favorites, as it had a good beat that encouraged a lot of tail shaking and allowed him to demonstrate that he had learned how to curl his tail- not as much as a husky or akita, but a lot for a fox. It always got a huge reaction from the crowd. Jasen took one final deep breath, blew it out, reminded himself again that his guys were in the crowd, and pranced through the curtain.

The stage was a square one, with a pole in the middle and no other real distinguishing features. Jasen's first sequence in his routine took him to the edge of the stage, where he bowed to the audience and "lost" his shirt in the process. He then spent a few moments dancing, with a great deal of hip shaking; the high tempo of the music meant that the fox had to move quickly through his motions- but he had a great deal of practice at that. He moved to the pole, did two spins, during which time he shook his hips making sure to display his raised tail and crotch to the audience. On his second trip around the pole, he left his sleeves spinning around the pole as he departed it to go back to front stage center. There he gave two kicks to the side to show off his bulge and raised tail, then dropped to his knees, leaving his chaps behind him as he rose and returned to lean against the pole. With his back to the pole, he ran his paws down is chest and abs ending the move sliding his thumbs under the waistband of his outer briefs and ripped them off to a roar from the crowd- revealing a much tighter brief of gold sequins that hugged his curves even more. Quickly, he twirled around to grab the pole and present his rump to the audience and show his "akita" move- lifting his tail and curling it as he looked over his shoulder and gave the audience a sly wink. This always got a huge pop from the crowd, and tonight was no exception. Jasen smiled to himself as he went through the rest of his performance- he couldn't remember ever doing that for his guys before.

The performance wound down quickly after that pop, as it occurred a little past the halfway point of the song, but Jasen still did plenty of hip shaking with his tail both to and away from the audience. The last thing to do was (as Doch said it) to put the "tease" in "strip tease." As the song wound down, his slid his paws under the waist band of his gold briefs (the last bit of clothing he was wearing) and slowly pull it down just to the top of his sheath. The audience whistled and cheered, but the fox gave a sly wink before removing his paws and turning away to walk backstage as the song ended. The members of the audience unfamiliar with the performance groaned.

But the show was only half over. The akita song ended with the singer giving a teasing cackle, and as the singer did so, the curtain parted to revel the other performer who would "teach the mean fox the penalty of being a tease" or whatever the viewer wanted to believe. For Jasen, it was merely act two of the play. But tonight wasn't what Jasen was expecting as the curtain parted to reveal not one, but two performers. From the hooting and cheering behind him, much of the audience was clearly buying into the idea of the reynard being "punished" for his teasing. Jasen had to admit that his reaction probably did a lot to produce that illusion. As both furs were taller than he was, he was looking up at them with his tail standing straight out in surprise and his ears were folded flat against his head. From behind, the fox's pose probably looked a great deal like contrition rather than excitement.

To Jasen's left stood a well-built white tiger with shoulder length black head fur and brown eyes. While by tiger standards he was probably slim, he was still bulkier than Jasen- who was fairly large for a fox. His drool worthy definition was on full display as he wore only an X shaped blue harness and a set of matching leather briefs that did a good job of supporting his bulge and a very poor job of leaving what was under them to the imagination. The tiger's smile could best be described as predatory and his long feline tail swished back and forth in excitement.

If the tiger was bigger than the fox, the fur standing to Jasen's right was simply massive. He was a big horn ram with gray fleece. Underneath that fleece, the ram was a mountain of muscle from his shoulders down to his hooves. He was wearing a pair of camo boxers that were so tight on him that they looked almost airbrushed onto his fleece, and what could loosely be described as a matching sleeveless tee shirt- though it was so small and tight that it only covered his massive pectorals and left his eight pack abs on full display. The ram's grin matched the tiger's.

For a moment, Jasen wondered if he was dreaming. Ryan was the tiger's name, and Trystan was the ram's name- they were his boyfriends, and they were somehow on stage with him. It had to be a dream. But there was no time for him to pinch himself, the second piece of music started up and Ryan and Trystan advanced on the fox and gently took hold of him under his armpits and carried him to center stage. As they carried him, they caressed the fur of his chest and abs while they nuzzled his cheeks. Once they arrived in front of the pole, Trystan and Ryan released the fox but dropped their paws down to grope under his tail. Jasen gave a stage moan, designed to be heard by the audience, and leaned forward slightly to give the tiger and the ram better access. They took full advantage, sliding their paws under the briefs and rubbing his rear and giving each cheek a squeeze.

Jasen reached down and took both guys balls into his paws, putting their crotches on full display. The reynard gently squeezed each set of testicles, eliciting moans from the ram and the tiger as their erections began to grow to the delight of the audience. With practiced grace, Jasen hooked his thumbs into their waistbands and slowly pulled the elastic down to show the audience exactly what they wanted to see: an extremely large ram cock and a pointed, barbed tiger shaft- both ebon black- that rapidly reached full mast. Expertly, the fox tucked the waistbands under their balls and resumed fondling Ryan and Trystan's equipment while his own briefs began to strain a little as his own shaft began to emerge from his sheathe. Behind the show, the pole began to glisten as it began to be coated with lube that dripped down the pole from a special container at the top to an identical one at the bottom. There was much hooting and hollering from the crowd as Jasen continued to stroke and tease the two shafts in his paws. But teasing was only the first stage of this act, and it was time to move on to the next act. Jasen leaned over and whispered first in Trystan's ear, then in Ryan's.

Trystan and Ryan gently pushed Jasen down to his knees so that his head was exactly level with their exposed crotches. Then they moved closer together, pressing their members against the fox's face as they kissed each other over Jasen's head. Jasen breathed deeply of the musky air, his own shaft had fully emerged from his sheathe and was pressing desperately against his briefs. As his boys continued to kiss above him, Jasen began to lick their shafts. The audience had really gotten into the performance, if the noise they were making was any indication. Jasen smiled and buried his snout in Trystan's sac and let the ram's shaft rest on the top of his muzzle. The fox happily nuzzled the ram's large balls as he fondled them, causing the ram to begin leaking a stream of pre between Jasen's eyes.

Behind Jasen, Ryan had broken his kiss with Trystan and moved to the pole. There, the tiger put his left paw into the stream of lube and slathered up his barbed shaft before moving back to the fox. The audience had begun to groan a little at the fact that Jasen was remaining "dressed" as he began to lick Trystan's shaft, but it was time to fix that. Ryan continued to stroke his shaft with his left paw while with his right he reached down and lifted the fox's rear up into the air. Jasen took hold of Trystan's hips to balance himself as he continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick the ram's equipment. Once the fox's rump was properly elevated, the tiger slid a claw under the waistband of Jasen's briefs and expertly ripped them away to cheers from the crowd as his shaft and balls popped free. At the same time, Jasen pressed his nose into Trystan's right thigh so that the ram's cock was pointed down the fox's muzzle and the audience could compare the shaft's length to the length of Jasen's muzzle- judging by the reaction of the crowd, the comparison was pretty close. These two acts distracted the audience from the fact that a small plug fell away with the golden briefs- Jasen had used a long lasting lube while he was dressing. Ryan inserted a finger into Jasen's tail hole while the fox wagged his raised tail across the tiger's ivory chest. The crowd hooted as the fox's shaft throbbed in time with the tiger's probing. Jasen studied Trystan's shaft as the ram reached down and scratched the fox's ears- judging from the amount of pre Trystan was producing, he (and probably Ryan as well) had taken the Foxhole's special wet show blend of supplements (as had Jasen). The blend was designed both to make the messiest orgasm possible and reduce the amount of time to orgasm- which meant that with as much as the ram was leaking, he was beginning to get close, and judging by the warm fluid dripping down his sac- Jasen was as well.

Jasen gave Ryan a tail smack to indicate that it was time to move on to the next stage of the performance and gently took Trystan's shaft into his muzzle. Neither the tiger nor the ram needed much further encouragement and both thrust themselves into the fox's orifices.

Jasen had to admit to himself that he had missed this: he had missed the feeling of having Trystan's thickness in his muzzle, had missed the feeling of gently being thrust into from both ends, had missed the feeling of Ryan's barbs rubbing against the ring of his tail hole and his insides, and had missed the feeling of his shaft throbbing in time with his boys' thrusts. Jasen could barely hear the cheers from the audience over the moans from the three of them as they performed. He wrapped his arms around Trystan's thick thighs, and the ram gently pinned them there as he began to thrust faster into Jasen's muzzle. Very quickly, the fox was taking the ram's full length into his maw and Trystan left the fox's nose pressed against his crotch for several seconds with each thrust. Meanwhile, Ryan had his paws tightly held on Jasen's hips and was also thrusting his entire length into the fox. The performance went on for several minutes, but thanks to the wet show blend- not so long that the audience would get bored.

Trystan was the first to get there- the ram firmly thrust himself fully into Jasen's muzzle with a loud moan as he withdrew completely. The fox barely had time to get his eyes closed before he was sprayed with a massive stream of warm ram seed. The first pulse splashed the fox right on the nose and up to his eyes. The next couple as the ram continued moaning splashed along his neck and chest. Trystan shook a little as he came down from climax, but still managed to hold Jasen up.

Ryan wasn't far behind- Jasen felt him pull out as Trystan's cum splashed on his face. Jasen felt the white tiger's barbs brush past his sac, which caused the fox to moan now that his muzzle was free. Ryan tossed his head back and let out a growl that Jasen barely heard over the roar from the crowd as he released his seed all along the fox's crotch and up his stomach. The tiger slowly leaned forward as he came down, but he sprayed the fox with several more pulses of cum. Trystan leaned in and kissed the tiger.

A few members of the audience began to clap, seeming to think that the performance was over, while a few others were chanting Jasen's name. Trystan was more than willing to oblige the second group. He picked the fox up and held him up by wrapping his thick arms around Jasen's chest. Jasen growled happily as he was seated happily on the ram's still exposed crotch. He was on full display for the audience- his knot was fully swollen and free from his sheath, and he was covered in cum.

With a large grin on his muzzle, Ryan reached in and stroked the fox's shaft. After all the stimulation of the past few minutes it didn't take long to bring Jasen to climax. With a loud moan, the fox released his own seed, splashing his chin thanks to the tiger's expert aiming of his shaft to the roar of the crowd. After a few more pulses, Trystan slowly lowered the cum covered fox to the stage. The audience applauded loudly as they walked to the edge of the stage.

The three of them bowed to the audience, with Jasen still naked and his fur still matted with cum, before turning and heading back to the curtain. As they walked, they swished their tails and put their paws on each other's rumps. As they passed the curtain, Jasen smiled broadly.

"Well. That was different."