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From the first moment Aura saw the gaudy facade of the club, she wondered if going inside was wise. Mayors like herself and other politicians got caught all the time with their pants down in gentleman's clubs. This her friends knew, and they assured her of the discretion which this establishment offered. She passed the stone-faced bouncers and walked across the glossy checkered tiles of the foyer and entrance hall. This was a quiet night for Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy. Every two months, the tables were dressed with cloth and the prismatic strobe lights were all set to a steady, moody sunset hue. The infamous animatronic-staffed gentleman's club posed as a parody of a sit-down restaurant just for fun.

Aura was greeted at the entrance to the club floor by a young male. She recognized him as a fox of some kind. He looked adorable in tuxedo-printed shirt and slacks. He met Aura's gaze with a smile. "Hello, miss, welcome to Frederick the Pomp Bear's Fine Eatery," he effused. "Would you like a table?"

An uncommon sight was mayor Aura at a loss for words. Tall, wide-hipped, beautiful but stern-faced, the black wolf so often had situations wrangled into submission that when she was confused, it was glorious. Her pretty muzzle screwed up into an idiotic grin. "I'm sorry?"

The boy leaned a bit closer. At hushed volume, he asked, "You know this is posh night, right? You look like you're dressed for it." The silence was poignant. Embarrassed added to Aura's bewilderment. The fox chuckled sheepishly. "Okay, maybe you didn't know. But that little red dress works out well tonight, I guess." He gripped the edges of his podium as if delivering a rousing speech, but he gently asked again, "Would you like a table, miss?"

Aura finally had her bearings. Role-playing - she could deal with that. "Yes, darling, that would be wonderful," she smiled. "Table for one."

Almost immediately, a chubby and tall figure approached. Aura recognized the Pimpbear (Pomp Bear, rather) immediately. But his appearance was jarring, and Aura's smile appeared vacant again just before a veneer of arousal glossed her eyes. Freddy was dressed as a discordant combination of pimp and waiter. A speedo printed to resemble a tuxedo contained, with some difficulty, the bulge of his package. He wore a proper tuxedo vest unlike the fox's printed shirt, but it was unbuttoned, exposing his thick gut and sturdy breast. Aura thought the bowtie and top hat reflected his waiter persona, but she was wrong.

"I'll attend to this guest from here, Desmond," cooed Freddy. "Frederick here at your service, miss," he said to Aura, whom offered her paw demurely. Freddy took it as gingerly and planted a smooch upon the back. His sticky, rubbery jowls tickled her and made her chuckle. "We have a table open if you'd just come this way, miss."

Aura walked with Freddy at his side, passing other patrons, all of whom sported fine attire. The surreality of the atmosphere left her feeling peculiar. A pair of lovely vixens in slutty waiter outfits not too different from Freddy's served guests with silver platters and wine buckets.

"Right here," Freddy stated. He pushed her chair in, then rested his paw on her shoulder. That his groin was so near her face seemed not to bother Aura, though she was hard-pressed to remove her eyes from it. "I'll return soon to take your order, miss."

"Thank you, Frederick," Aura chuckled, rubbing his paw. "If the food is as wonderful as the view, I'll be sure to give this establishment some high marks."

Freddy left with a chuckle. Aura picked up the menu. It was as much of a sham as the rest of the setting, but it made her smile. Appetizers consisted solely of bread sticks, with or without garlic butter sauce. The entrees section listed nothing but pizza. But the wine portion of the menu was startlingly full-featured. She settled on a well-aged year and a pepperoni pizza for one, then waited for the return of the bear as she drank in the ambiance and eyed the waitresses.

Before Freddy could come back, one of the vixens noticed her wandering eyes. It was not the wide-hipped thing with the eyepatch, but the white and pink vixen whom was slim and moved gracefully. Not engaged by any guests at that moment, she approached Aura with a calm smile reflected also in her eyes. "Hello, miss. Would you care to order?" asked the vixen as she adjusted the cute black bowtie around her neck.

"I would, in fact," Aura smiled. When she gave her order to the vixen, she added with a thoughtful purr, "And if it's possible, dear, could you personally serve me?"

The white vixen smiled devilishly. Her tail swished, its pink tip wagging through the muted setting like a highlighter. "Absolutely, miss. It won't be long at all."

Freddy never returned, but the pretty white vixen approached within a few minutes with a tray balanced carefully on her fingertips and a wine bucket and glass clutched in her other paw. Aura already knew the gimmick of the place, its animatronic staff, and she correctly suspected that they had a link with each other. The bear never came back to take her order because there was no need for him to do so.

"Here you are, miss," cooed the vixen as she set the bucket down, then the tray. She removed the cover to reveal a steaming pepperoni pizza, small in diameter and cut into eight even slices along with a plate and napkin. Then she set down the glass, popped the cork on the wine with a claw, and poured wine.

"Such expedient service," Aura smiled. "And from such a lovely girl. May I ask your name, darling?"

"Mangle," the vixen smiled. Her name caused Aura no surprise. Holding the tray cover, she asked with her smile still in play, "Is there anything else I can do for you, miss?"

Aura served herself a slice, then sipped the wine and sighed warmly. "Mmm, yes, there is," she finally said to the infinitely patient Mangle. "I understand that this establishment caters to more needs than simply dining. Or am I mistaken?"

"Not at all," Mangle slyly smiled. Sensing more intimate desires, she set aside the tray cover and slipped closer to Aura, then slightly bent and placed her palms upon her knees. This gave the wolf a clear look down into the corset-like tuxedo-printed top which Mangle wore. Within it, the fullness of her modest breasts was exaggerated. Her subtle cleavage became more than ample. "We offer a great many services, especially for patrons so lovely as you, miss."

"Flattery," Aura chuckled. "I hear it so often. Unfortunately, it works," she lamented. Appearances aside and betraying the formality of a little red dress and a mayoral office back home, Aura took hold of Mangle's inner thigh and slid her fingers up until she brushed the vixen's groin. More faux-tuxedo colors themed her thong bottom appropriately. The chaff of the colors made it difficult, though not impossible, to see the outline of her vulva. Aura traced it knowingly and Mangle shivered before kissing Aura's cheek.

The vixen pulled away gently. Aura let her go and cracked a smile. "Please enjoy your meal, miss," cooed the vixen. "One of us will bring you the dessert menu when the time is appropriate."

Aura surprised herself by putting away all of the pizza. She cleaned her palate with one last sip of wine, then dabbed her jowls with the napkin. It was purely formality; she ate even greasy pizza much too cleanly to need to seriously clean her face. A subtle buzz had taken hold from the wine, and she sat back in the wooden chair with a sigh. With her hunger satiated, her thoughts returned to Mangle. A smile crossed her lips.

Tall, brown Freddy neared holding a special menu. "Hello, miss," he smiled.

"Good evening, Frederick," Aura winked. "My compliments to your chef."

The bear chuckled and gathered up Aura's mess. "I'll pass it along. Dessert is complimentary," he added with a smile, "and may I recommend the first item."

As Aura opened the menu, Freddy left, leaving behind a clean table. The wolf was not at all surprised to find that the first listing was Cream of Frederick. She rolled her eyes but thought she might try that another time. She closed the menu and set it down.

Perhaps knowing she was needed, Mangle neared. "Hello again, miss," she cooed. "Would you care to order dessert?"

"Indeed I would," the wolf smiled, but her expression twisted into a grin.

Mangle giggled, covering her muzzle. She held out her paw and pulled Aura up. It was then that Aura realized how tall Mangle was despite her feminine lines. She was every bit as tall as Aura, herself a large woman. Mangle kissed her cheek then said in a purr, "This way, please. Dessert will be served in private."

The wolf followed her dessert a few paces behind. She momentarily found herself watching Mangle's walk, observing the very ladylike swish of her hips. There were no incongruities she could find, and if she had not known the gimmick, she would have dismissed the vixen's cold body as something else. "What an incredible piece of engineering you are," she tutted. "I may want to open a branch in my own city..."

Mangle looked over her shoulder and smiled politely. "Your own city, miss?"

Aura smiled back with a hint of pride. "I'm a mayor, dear. I'm sure I'm unusual here, yes?"

"Oh, no," Mangle warmly laughed. She stopped at a doorway and lay her paw upon the keycard scanner. It chirped electronically and unlocked the door. "We entertain quite a lot of VIPs - but I doubt you're interested to hear about that. You need dessert, hmm?"

In went Mangle followed closely by Aura. The vixen spun on her heel and promptly wrapped her arms around the mayor's middle. Their lips met in a mutual kiss. Aura growled warmly into the lip lock and gazed deep into the vixen's yellow eyes.

Feeling the animatronic's cool, wet tongue brushing against her own left Aura with an odd feeling. In her life, she had lain with reptilian creatures, the cold-bloodedness of which was the only comparable sensation. She stroked down through Mangle's soft fur until she came to the vixen's noticeable, but somewhat slender hips.

Mangle eased out of the kiss then nibbled down Aura's jawline. The wolf shivered, unashamed to show a little weakness in the capable grasp of another lady. Mangle preened further down until her snout was in the topmost inches of Aura's deep cleavage. She pulled up and licked the wolf's cheek. "I don't have many lady clients," she smiled. "I'm sure you understand that this place is mostly for men."

"I understand completely," Aura said, "but there's a bit more to it than that."

"Oh?" asked Mangle, complete with a subtle tilt of her head. Her smile was curious as it was jaunty. "I believe I know what you mean," she remarked, chuckling then as she pushed her hips firmly into Aura's. The bulge in the wolf's flowing red dress was apparent this way.

Aura was never ashamed of her gender, and especially not around a machine programmed to pleasure her. But it was the penetrating emotion in Mangle's vaguely luminescent eyes which gave Aura pause and made her chuckle meekly. "Of course you'd be so perceptive."

"It's what we're programmed for," Mangle winked. Riffing on even the slightest trace of shyness, Mangle took the reigns with a gentle grip. She kissed Aura's lips shallowly and went for her shoulder straps. Gently she pulled one, then the other down their respective arm, but the close body contact kept the dress suspended. "I would love to see your naked body," she crooned respectfully.

"Then see it," Aura whispered. Mangle eased back and Aura let her dress fall. Her breasts were not encumbered in a bra; her black nipples were stiff. Red lacy panties to match the dress clung to her wide hips, tenting in front. A small patch of wet discoloration marked the glans. "Well," she smiled, "what do you think?"

Mangle's smile was bright and so were her eyes, in the figurative sense. She clasped her paws and sighed. "You're positively lovely, miss... Ah, what is your name?" she giggled.

"Aura," replied the wolf. "Mayor Aura, if you really want to be stuffy," she smirked.

"I think just Aura will do fine," Mangle grinned and winked back. She stood idle for a moment as she considered all possibilities, then reached back and unzipped the tuxedo-print corset. It fell to the floor where she pushed it away with her foot. With supple breasts bare and pink nipples stiff, she stood in her printed thong with paws clasped behind her back. "Come closer... Touch me," she coolly invited.

The wolf neared, wrapped one arm loosely around Mangle and clutched a breast with the other paw. Mangle's cool body felt right to Aura. She kissed the vixen on the cheek and was in turn given a nuzzle. "You're beautiful," Aura purred.

"Thank you so much," Mangle giggled. She reached for Aura's panties and slowly peeled them downward, diverting her eyes to the wolf's groin. At the unveiling of Aura's thick, black, circumcised penis, Mangle smiled. "My goodness," she chuckled.

Aura smiled modestly. "Now, now."

Though Mangle ceased her verbal approval, she quickly moved to the physicality. As she closed her gentle paw around Aura's member, she whispered to the mayoral wolf, "Let me entertain you, miss Aura."

"I'd love that," Aura replied as lowly. She let Mangle ease her onto the bed, and from there the vixen finished undressing her. "Don't be shy with me at all," said Aura.

"Oh, I understand completely," cooed Mangle, draping herself over the bed and putting her lips near Aura's loins. "I'm certain you're a dignified politician, but everybody needs to," she grinned, "throw down once in a while."

"Put so elegantly, I can't help but agree," Aura sneered.

Without a word more, Mangle dove on Aura. She engulfed the wolf's thick, dark penis and gave it a few firm sucks followed by an eager tongue-lashing. As she gave pleasure, she listened and gauged her client carefully; and Aura, it seemed, needed a little extra effort. Mangle pulled off of her penis and smacked her lips as the tip cleared them. Synthetic drool coated the shaft and rendered it shiny. "Mmm, you're a tasty thing," she growled. "I do hope the same is true everywhere."

Aura laughed sweetly and parted her legs further. Mangle nosed Aura's scrotum, nibbling through the soft fur to tease the flesh below, but this teasing was incidental. Her goal became clear when she nuzzled Aura's taint and dragged her tongue across it. "Mmm, my god," Aura sighed. "A fine full-service establishment. I'll be giving a glowing review."

"Wonderful to hear, miss Aura," said Mangle, muffled with her snout buried. "We aim to please." This point was never illustrated better than by the sudden slathering lap she gave the wolf's anus. Aura shuddered and clenched sharply. Mangle licked again and again, but quickly switched to smooches, wet and firm but not terribly noisy. She suckled gently on the pucker and the thinly-furred flesh which surrounded it, then returned to her licks.

Aura's breast heaved. Her penis spurted and throbbed. A mask of total pleasure had covered her face, rendering coy smiles impossible and thoughtful eyes glazed over. Even her language had taken a dive: "Oh, fuck, that's wonderful. Keep eating my ass like that and I'll come back once a week...!"

Mangle couldn't help but laugh, though the sound was sweet. She cupped Aura's thighs and held them apart as she wriggled her tongue into the wolf's snug ass. Aura groaned and groped fistfuls of the sheets. Her toes curled immediately. "That's it, that is just perfect," she whimpered.

The vixen could have told even without verbal confirmation. She lapped as deeply and firmly as her inordinately strong tongue would allow. The malleable fleshy surface gave and twisted, mostly conforming to Aura's anal walls, but resisting them just enough to open her up and pleasure her. Cool saliva entered her in copious amounts.

Rimming Aura did as much for Mangle as it did for the wolf, for with her nose crushed into Aura's taint and those plush balls resting on her snout, she was enveloped in the wolf's potent musk. Clean though Aura was, the natural smell of her body was impossible to scrub away. Mangle drank it in and grew wet in her thong.

"Mmm, god," Aura puffed, "I can smell you." She breathed firmly as the vixen kept licking. The rimjob was fantastic, and the last thing she wanted was for it to be over, but the pervading scent of vixen pheromones demanded attention. "Climb up here with me."

With a little huff against Aura's taint, Mangle withdrew her tongue and lapped up across the wolf's balls and then along her penis. Ultimately she climbed up over Aura, at first as if to straddle her, but she then came to rest at her side, prone and on her back. "I'm yours to do as you please with," Mangle winked. "So don't be shy."

"I won't be," Aura replied, growling lewdly. Emboldened by the animatronic vixen's raw sexuality, Aura sat up and thrust a paw into her thong. The dampness she encountered left her grinning and this expression widened as Mangle emitted a soft moan. "So lifelike," she tutted. "I have to see about having a local branch constructed..."

Mangle chuckled sheepishly but chose not to speak on the matter. She reached down and stroked Aura's knuckles through the thin fabric of the thong in an attempt to guide her. "Mmm, please," she crooned most needfully, "don't be shy at all..."

Spurred on, Aura wriggled two digits into the vixen's supple box. In spite of her own genitals, Aura was intimately familiar with the workings of a vagina. She thumbed sweet Mangle's clit as she dug in her longer fingers. The immediate moaning feedback she received put a bright smile on her face. "Enjoy that, do you?" she seductively cooed, digging deeper still.

A pleasurable grimace twisted up Mangle's pretty face. Her graceful dancer's legs parted wider and her toes curled. "I do-o-o," she groaned. "Harder, miss Aura."

"How can I say no to such a lovely face?" Aura winked. She leaned over the vixen's prostrate body and braced her free paw on the bed. With the leverage to really work, Aura fingered Mangle deep and hard with her strong digits. Though her paws were not mannish by any stretch, she was still a very large woman. Mangle crooned and whined, writhing with pleasure not at all fabricated. She palmed her own breasts and twiddled her stiff nipples.

Aura determinedly licked her lips as she fingered Mangle deeper and harder, bumping her paw against the vixen's snatch again and again. With each bump, Mangle tensed and puffed. The approximations of vaginal muscles within wrenched down upon Aura's fingers, providing the kind of feedback a skillful lover like Aura could put to good use. "Are you going to cum for me, sweet thing?" she asked of Mangle, unable to keep the lasciviousness out of her voice.

"Yeh--, ye-e-esss, I'm very close," Mangle whined with perfect bliss. "So close...!"

"Good, that's so very good," Aura growled. Mangle's thong was soaked just like the fur on Aura's fingers. Craving more than just to ram her fingers into the vixen, Aura leaned low and tugged down the messy thong. She abruptly packed her muzzle into the fox's loins and slopped her tongue past those supple pussylips. Her brushed, curled hair hung messily as she bent her head down far enough to eat Mangle out, but she gave no thought to how she must have looked. All that mattered to her was getting the vixen off.

Mangle rubbed Aura's back and palmed her fine, round rear with a rough and frenetic touch. Her toes were desperately curling and her loins burned for release. Though Mangle could control just when she came, she chose to let it come naturally, so to speak. Aura clearly knew how to eat, and feeling that strong, hot tongue grinding into her walls and the warm fuzz tickling her pussylips made Mangle roll her eyes back and shudder. Finally the animatronic came, squirting hard against Aura's beautiful face. Aura hungrily guzzled down as much thick honey as she let sluice past her lips.

When Mangle's orgasm had barely subsided, Aura pulled her muzzle back and shuddered. "Good god," she breathed. "Just like the real thing."

"You seem surprised," Mangle said with a breathless laugh. "And here I thought you were taking my engineering for granted," she teased.

"I can't help but be discerning and curious," Aura carefully said. "It doesn't mean I don't appreciate the effort that goes into a--, a creature like you. Quite to the contrary." She took a moment to toss back her hair, which by then was a little wet and frizzy. Rather than dote on her appearance, she fell back on the bed and let out a tired sigh. "Not that I've minded doing so," she smiled, "but all of this giving has really worn me out... I don't suppose--?"

Mangle interrupted her with a kiss. She rumbled and swished her tail at the flavor of her own honey on those soft black lips. "You don't need to worry about a thing, miss Aura," she reassured. "I'm more than capable of taking care of you."

The fox shed her thong, making herself nude sans bowtie. Then she got up off the bed and moved to the nightstand, watching from the corner of her eye as Aura followed her movements. "I just need a little something from in here," said Mangle, "ah, and here it is."

Aura grinned when she saw that Mangle had a bottle of lube. "Lubricant, hmm? Have I worn out your pussy, dear?" she winked.

"Actually, yes, sort of," Mangle chuckled. "I'm sure you've been almost painfully sensitive after an orgasm. I'm no different there."

"Ah, of course," Aura nodded. "Mmm, well, as if I'd mind that lovely behind of yours."

Mangle knelt at the wolf's side and started to apply the lube, leaving Aura's penis caked in the viscous, translucent goo. "I didn't think you would," she giggled. "There we are, I believe that's a nice coating..."

The fox set the bottle aside and swung a leg over Aura, straddling her wide hips and lowering her ass in short order. She reached back and grasped the wolf's penis, guiding it between her cheeks and against her quivering pink pucker. "Here goes," she sighed, and down she went, impaling herself with a firm push. Aura groaned warmly and held Mangle's thighs. The vixen was much more reserved, but still she cooed.

"How delectably tight," Aura growled. "I'm glad to know such a lovely girl is so versatile, too," she smiled.

Mangle smiled back and winked just as her tight bottom came to rest on Aura's loins. "I might not have the extra padding that Foxy does," Mangle said almost bitterly, "but I can take it just as well as she."

Playfulness invaded Aura's smile. "Can I assume if I were to have Foxy too, you wouldn't have me again?" she chuckled.

What good nature was on Mangle's face twisted into something sneering and vaguely spiteful. She started to bounce firmly, coaxing moans from Aura. "I can put aside professional differences, and she's certainly very desirable if pirates turn you on," she dryly remarked. She reached down and took hold of Aura's paws and moved them to her small breasts. Aura cupped them and thumbed the vixen's nipples firmly. "Mmf, yes, touch me," she shuddered.

"No problem with that, you certainly have a body worth touching," Aura cooed. "Ah, and please," she puffed, "go a little faster... Bounce harder. Forgive me for saying so, but I know you can handle it."

Mangle snickered. She braced her paws on either side of Aura and really started to mash her rear down into the wolf. The bed squeaked underneath the shifting weight. "Never be afraid to ask," Mangle crooned. "Giving pleasure gives me pleasure."

Aura pulled Mangle down by the shoulders for a kiss. The vixen reciprocated eagerly but never missed a bounce. The synthetic muscles in her anal passage gripped Aura's penis and kneaded its length. In effect, Aura was being milked. Her balls were already drawing up taut and her toes curled. She suckled Mangle's cold tongue and received a loving stroke through her messy hair.

The vixen's tail swished energetically. Its movement fanned the smells of sex and musk. Mangle's own scent intensified as she deigned to let it do so. By contrast, Aura had no control over the sweat and musk which she exuded. In spite of bathing and perfuming, she smelled like the horny wolf she was.

Anticipating Aura's imminent climax using all of the obvious signs presented, Mangle smashed her ass down over and over with all the intensity she could consider safe. It would have been trivial to break Aura's body in half if she so desired; but all she wanted was to help a polite tourist get her rocks off.

Aura broke out of the kiss gasping and whimpering. Mangle was deeply aroused by the sight of a capable, thoughtful figure breaking down in the midst of her climax. "Oh--! Oh, my god, I'm fucking cumming," Aura bleated, squeezing Mangle close as she writhed and ground up to meet the vixen's bounces. "Fff-fuck, oh...!"

As Aura's words tapered off and her face scrunched up, she ejaculated. The sheer volume of her climax was startling, but Mangle appeared pleased. All that really mattered was that her goal had been met, and as Aura whined and writhed, Mangle slowed down her bounces and finally settled atop the wolf, whose member she kept buried inside of her.

"Oh, my god," Aura gasped. "How undignified," she chuckled. "I'm sorry about that..."

"There's no need to be sorry," Mangle said sweetly, punctuating with a kiss on Aura's lips. "All that matter is that you had a good time at," she smirked, "Frederick the Pomp Bear's Fine Eatery."