Erakir wasn't one for the nightclub scene, let alone one that had a lot of male dogs in colorful getups dancing around on a dance floor changing colors at the pace of the best, and yet here he was. The agreement was he'd go 'try' the club and his friend would do him a favor, a bard named Doug. Doug was a slightly white dog with floppy ears and a big snoot. He was also very, very colorful, as if a rainbow splattered onto his white fur and he rolled with it, enjoying the unique colors he now had.

"What kind of music is this?" Erakir the moogle felt he had to shout while keeping his ears lowered to avoid doing deaf to the beat.

"Dubstep!" His companion replied with a massive grin and floppy tongue that loved to roll around. "Listen to it! It's really transforming!"

Erakir just got here yet he was ready to leave. He turned around and proceeded to bump into the butt of another dog. Ugh. Why did he have to be so short and his wings so weak? His pompom bobbed up and down when he freed himself from the cheeks of the stranger in front of him. "Sorry!" It was way too easy to get distracted in this place! Worse yet, the clothing everyone wore around here was so… suggestive. He saw more than a few doggy dicks sticking upright ready for the behind of someone.

The dog, a big 300 pound one with striped blue and pink jeans and nothing else turned around. While he was fat, he also had tons of muscle. "Hey, if you're into face-sitting, I know a guy, and he's me."

Erakir's ears went even lower, his bouncing pompom dropped too. "I ah… was just leaving!" Forget the deal, this place was way too scary for a little moogle like him.

Before Erakir had a chance to get far, Doug grabbed the little moogle and pulled him up to his face, giving him a quick kiss on the lips with his big snoot.

Erakir's tiny wings fluttered rapidly. What was with Doug? This dub dog was such a flirt, but he told himself he wasn't into dogs like him! Except, if that were truly the case, why did this kiss get him so… excited?

"Five more minutes?" Doug asked with big blue and green puppy dog eyes as he held Erakir up by his armpits.

The puppy dog eyes. The big eyed look of sadness, not that one could feel such a way here. Why did he envision Doug happily pounding his moogle ass during that kiss? Maybe he needed a drink. Good news was that all nightclubs had a bar with many drinks to choose from! "Five more minutes." Erakir replied defeatedly.

With a happy yay from Doug, he set Erakir down. Okay! You go find some sexy friend, I'm gonna go dance! This is my jam playing!" Doug walked away with his bare naked furry ass bouncing left and right to the rhythm of the music overhead.

'How can you tell if the music changed?' Erakir never understood this dub music. The big dog in front of him long lost his attention, making out with another scrawny one. Ugh, he has been to clubs before, but this raving colorful one was so…open about sex apparently. He raced to the bar on the side of the dance floor, eager to get off the tagoy disco carpet and onto a stool, completely ignoring how some stools had dildos positioned right where an ass should sit, but Erakir was too small for the thing to impale him, plus he actually had pants on, unlike many club goers.

Not long after Erakir grabbed a seat on the red barstool, a female equine anthro walked over to him. Rather, she seemed female, but a bulge in her legs left the moogle unsure. "What can I get you?" The horse said.

This equine was so professionally dressed in such a casual place where sex was so open that Erakir spotted two men making out. He was surprised the bartender wasn't male, at least completely. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his tongue on it. "What's a drink to help you forget the night?" He asked. It wasn't like he was driving.

"That would be our rainbow shot. It's a drink of many, many fruits with a hint of vodka. You'll soon forget you ever had any worries!"

Erakir was feeling a little down, but not that down. The club wasn't the worst place to be. The people there just weren't his type, much as his mind told him a little experimenting wouldn't hurt and his butt swiveled on the barstool to each thump of the music overhead. Strangely he didn't hear the lyrics, yet he understood the tone of the many electrical notes. "Okay, give me one."

With the spray of mixture and shaking of a metal cup, the bartender whipped up a shot glass for Erakir. She set the drink on the counter and swung it over, a multi-colored drink swirling and mixing in the center, complete with a cherry on top. "Enjoy."

Erakir grabbed the drink and didn’t hesitate to drink it down. There was a strong fruity taste, and only after he swallowed it did he get the alcohol in it strong enough to make the moogle hiccup. He swore his wings fluttered with that hiccup and his seat shrank, but maybe that was the alcohol kicking in. Erakir didn’t drink much, so maybe he was a lightweight. Well, that and his body type meant he couldn’t have a lot. ‘That’s… probably enough for me.’ His body was already starting to feel hot. He spun around in the barstool to see two dog anthros making out right behind him with their shirts off and two tents in their pants. God, they couldn’t hold it in? Didn’t this place have special private back rooms or a nearby cheap motel? And yet, as his eyes locked on the two male dogs, his own shaft pulsed to life, rubbing against the stub on the stool. “Uh…” Why was this…. Turning him on so much?

Erakir plopped onto the ground and immediately felt vertigo strike him. His brown pointed shoes felt so tight on him and he hadn’t even noticed. Well, there was a spot dog anthros stored their clothes if they wanted to dance naked, so perhaps Erakir might be able to store his shoes there too. ‘It’s also pretty close to the exit.’ He added as a train of thought, a way out perhaps? But this club was starting to get to him. The many furry dogs danced naked, their ears and dicks flopping around, some of them more than others as the erect cocks didn’t move nearly as much. An all male night club, he could see the appeal in it now. It still wasn’t his scene, but he saw it.

Erakir excused himself to the front of the nightclub and went through a swinging door that led into a small locker room, a place to change clothes or, in many cases, get completely undressed. Many of the dogs liked to have sex in here too, and while he was in here, he spotted a dalmatian anthro just getting undressed next to what seemed to be the only other available locker. Figures. With a light sigh, the moogle walked over to the locker and kicked his shoes off. He pulled down his stockings too while he was at it, as he was getting pretty hot under there. Did this club have an air conditioner? Man, this wasn’t tolerable. He kept his eyes in front of the open locker in front of him, and not the man, now nude, looking down at him with a grin. ‘Are these stockings smaller? They used to cover my legs, now they don’t even hide my thighs.’ He pondered.

As Erakir lost his shoes and legs, he looked down at his paws and wiggled them. His feet looked much… bigger than last time, and were his paw tips tinted blue? Maybe the shoes were too tight and cut the circulation off to his feet. Well, letting his big paws breath let him give a sigh of relief. He put them on the bench he sat on with a big thump and chuckled. Yeah, his paws were undoubtedly bigger and bluer, but maybe it was the lights from the locker room that did that, even if the lighting seemed normal, there must have been something special about this place. “Well, back to the…”

Before he had a chance to get up, a big paw from the nude dalmation suddenly pressed up against his crotch. This paw was much bigger than his. He was terrible at guessing sizes, but he’d go around a size 19 paw, way too big for conventional shoes for sure. White paws with black tips, and each digit of that paw pointed right at his erect cock. He raised his head with his jaw agape. “Uh… I’m not really… into that.” This place was sexual, no doubt there, but consent was a vital thing!

“Really? Your face is beet red and your cock is rock hard.” The dalmation said with a laugh. The dalmatian was lanky, but he had the paws where it counted. “How about we make a safe word? Let’s make it Banana.” He chuckled. “You look like the type of person to either be a massive dom for your short size, or a sub who keeps stuttering to stop. Just say banana, and I’ll stop. Otherwise…” His paws inched foward. His heel lightly pressed on Erakir’s balls while two of his digits spread and trapped Erakir’s cock between them with only his shorts and underwear standing between them.

‘Just say fucking banana and be done with it!’ Erakir shouted at himself mentally. His legs spread, his tongue lolled out as he panted heavily, and he looked down at the big paw between his legs as he broke into a sweat. His own two paws developed a purple-pinkish color with green stripes. Was… no, that couldn’t have been the lighting. He must have been transforming! He had to get up and get out of this place. Maybe the equine put something in his drink, or maybe this club did… something to those that came there. With the heavy thumping of the music from beyond the wall, his heart joined in the pounding. “I… b…ban…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it! He wasn’t even able to tell him to stop. He was so on edge already, just by having a paw placed… there! He wasn’t into big giant paws though, what was going on with him?! His eyes trailed up the lanky spotted dalmatian’s body right up to his big grinning face.

"Heh. I bet you're the kind that likes to flash your ass at others and feign 'Oh no, please don't stick anything in there!' in such a terrible act, right?" The dalmatian's paws squeezed Erakir's shaft. "You look as if you'd be happier as a dog while doing it though."

'Give this dog a bone?' Erakir tried to think such a thought sarcastically, yet his body tensed up when the dalmatian squeezed. He may not have a huge cock or a strong body, but his big paws backed him up without issue! The purplish color on his legs tickled up his body, ballooning out his thighs bit by bit. "K-kupoof!" He shut his eyes, trying to avert his gaze from those big lustrous paws teasing his crotch. Why was it so good? He was so close to cumming already that he couldn't stand it. He gripped the bench, trying to remember the word the dog told him not moments ago. It started with a B, didn't it? Or maybe it was a P. 

"Kupi? Aw you're cute pretending to be a moogle. Is that what that fake pompom is for? Well little moogle, this dalmatian wants to see your fire hydrant spray, so why don't you be a good little moogle and give the puppers what he wants?" With a huge grin, his toes squeezed the tip of Erakir's cock while his heel pressed down firmly on his balls.

'Is my cock bigger? No… it's the rest of me that's… that's… ahn I can't take it!' With a light "Kupo!" He strained as his shaft unleashed his seed into his shorts and underwear. He created a damp spot in his crotch that the dalmatian was all too happy to press Erakir's soaking cock up against and make the spot resemble the shape of a shaft.

"Cute. Glad I got you to myself before those big dogs burst in. Well, little moogle dog, you have fun." The dalmation gave Erakir a kiss before leaving him be.

After Erakir had a moment to recover, he breathed hard and heavy while looking down at his now wet shorts, clothing that also felt tight on his body. 'Well… pants are overrated in this club.' With the way things were going with him, the only piece of clothing that fit him just fine was his scarf. His jacket, his shirt, anything that hugged his body made him feel uncomfortable with how tight it all was. Plus his damp shorts really weren't doing him any favors. With a frustrated cry, he tore off his shorts, jacket and top. The only thing he kept was his signature scarf, which he merely adjusted around his neck. Well, at least he wasn't totally naked. He wished this locker room had showers so he could get rid of the scent of cum that emitted so strongly from his crotch that he smelled it with ease. Still, he took this time to get a good look at himself in one of the mirrors.

Erakir went to a mirror and stared at his own reflection. His nose turned orange and it was very swollen, as if someone had just punched it. His paws swollen and a purplish color that traversed along the sides of his body. He was a mixture between a moogle and some kind of dog. 'Is this like a mane?' He thought as he spotted green fur under his striped scarf. Whatever was happening to him, he had to figure it out, and that meant to get out of this club before he ran into another dog. Not that the dogs scared him, but he imagined thrusting his big wide hips on their direction and have them fucking him to the beat, and Erakir enjoying it!

The moogle dog rushed out of the locker room, totally naked, and placed his big paw on the door that led out. Before he opened it up, he turned his head to the side and saw a notice. “All clients must be fully clothed before leaving the premises.” Of course. That would be too easy if he could just go out there as a bigger colorful moogle. His tail whacked the empty desk, and it took him until now to realize he also was growing a big fluffy tail! No doubt about it, something in this bar was making him this way. He had to find Doug! Or did Doug know about this? No, Doug seemed like too friendly of a dog. God, imagining Doug’s cock in his ass on the dance floor, pounding away at him made his growing fluffy tail wag in happiness.

‘NO! Remember who you are, Erakir! The colors on that tail aren’t even natural!’ He screamed at himself. His new tail, while only two feet long, had a big purple streak on it, much like the rest of his fur was developing. Moreover, he had a streak of orange and green on it as well. Maybe Doug did it intentionally, maybe not. Whatever the case was, Doug was too far gone now. Forget him! He told himself he would run out and get himself some clothing somewhere else, he had to stop this change before…
Thump thump thump.
Before…
Thump thump thump…

Erakir found his ass bouncing left to right with the beat of the rhythm. Had he looked at his hips, he would have seen his fur developing two speaker-like designs to the left and right and acted as if they were amplifiers. ‘Is this… is this by Dubby-wub? Holy shit! I LOVE Dubby-wub!’ Erakir didn’t pause to think about who that person was, he knew who that was, and that’s all he needed! He rushed back to the dance floor with a huge grin on his face as it took a blue hue. Everything seemed so much shorter now. If he had to guess, he was a little shorter than chest high for most dogs, which he knew he was almost crotch high before. Maybe he gained some height, and he would have been panicking about his growth spurt had the beats not kept his ass thrusting from side to side so happily!

Erakir bounced and thrust his way onto the dance floor with his fingers, turned into two blue claws pointed up in the air. He was yelling at himself to leave, but he wasn’t able to stop himself from dancing to the beat. Okay, maybe after this one song he could go. He was working up a sweat after all. At least with his new purple color overtaking his white fur, nobody would recognize him… not that anyone would have been able to in an all male dog club, except for Doug anyway. Where the heck was Doug? If he was going to be stuck here dancing and thrusting his ass to the beat, he figured he might as well do it with someone he knew.

It didn’t take Erakir long to find that colorful doggo named Doug, a dog that was so colorful, almost as much as Erakir! Red paws, blue chest, and a big beautiful bouncing doggo cock! Erakir rushed up to Doug from behind and wrapped his arms around the dog in a hugging way. “Doug! We have to get out of here! Look at what this place is doing to me!”

Doug turned to Erakir with a smile on his face. “What it’s doing to you? You look totally fine, Clef!” Doug said with a laugh. “You’re a little shorter than before, but it’s nice to see you finally come out of your shell!” He hugged Erakir back, pressing their big furry bodies close together and holding Erakir’s head up against his stomach. “Ah, I’m so glad you’re opening up here. You don’t know how happy it makes me, Clef! I can smell you had fun, too! Shame! I wanted to be your first!”

Coming out of his shell? Opening up? What the hell was Doug talking about? Erakir was a moogle! Moreover, his name was not Clef! Maybe Doug had him confused with someone else? Yeah, that must have been it! “It’s me, Erakir! Don’t you recognize me?” He looked at Doug with big pleading eyes. While his eyes hadn’t changed yet, the rest of his fur and even his height was another story. His big fluffy paws grew with him, remaining proportionately huge for a doggo.

“Erakir?” Doug paused in his dancing while Erakir’s ass couldn’t help but continue to bounce. As the beat changed, his ass moved up and down as if he were twerking in place while Doug put a multi-colored paw to his chin to think. “Oh! That’s right! Your Final Fantasy character Erakir. Hah, Clef you are a pretty funny dog. I get you like to pretend to be a moogle, but you’re really a doggo!” Doug hugged Erakir again and gave him a long loving kiss.

Erakir was about to argue, but the kiss stopped him. He felt a flood of emotions he had never felt with Doug before. He always thought of Doug as a friend, but this kiss told him they were something… more. Or at the very least, friends with benefits. God, that big giant doggy dick of Doug’s was perfect for his ass that wouldn’t stop twerking to the music. Why was his body so tuned to this song? His head correctly identified all the names of the music too, when he knew he shouldn’t know any of them! Erakir pulled free from the kiss, but it took longer than usual as his muzzle pushed outwards into a smiling snout he could not wipe away, a blue muzzle with black spots and a big orange nose. “N-no! I really am C-Cle…E…Era…Erakir?” It took him a moment to recall that moogle’s name.

"Hehe, if you say so. Look at you, wearing Erakir's signature scarf like it's your own." Doug teased with another kiss to Erakir's cheek. "So, is Erakir not going to dance? What class was Erakir in your fantasy that is never final, again?"

Erakir thought long and hard, giggling mentally at that idea of long and hard things. What class was Erakir? He was… support, wasn't he? What classes were support ones? As the music seemingly grew louder, he blurted out the one thing that came to mind.
"Erakir's a dancer, baby!" Yes, what else would that moogle be? He was a dancer, just like Clef was, loving to twerk that ass to 'buff' his party members during fights and willing to provide happy relief to them after, victory or defeat, defeat often resulting in paws because he always used the pun 'dese feet.'

Doug slapped Erakir's ass playfully. "And what is Clef?"

Clef? What was Clef? That was a good question. Erakir was a dancer, he couldn't deny that. God, it was so erotic watching dancers. He wanted to be one himself one day but he was a… he scratched his head as he tried to think. The blood that rushed to his cock in this club wasn't doing him any favors. "Clef is… Clef?" He replied with a furry shrug. His growing tail bapped his shoulder from behind, as if trying to get his attention. He wasn't Clef, but he also wasn't Erakir. Erakir was a moogle and he was…
 
Erakir needed a mirror. The ground reflected his massive paws, or 'pawbs' as he loved to also call them, but he had to visually see what he was. Moogles had… well, moogles were short, very short. Erakir was around 4'10, nowhere near average, but far from as short as a moogle.

"You look confused. Is the music helping you concentrate?" Doug said with a laugh and a hug. "You know, a good ass fuck helps you focus better. At least that's what you told me."

A good ass fuck? His rear did feel empty. His big fluffy tail was simply too cute to stuff into an ass, but a cock of another really felt nice about now, or maybe a toy to tide him over. "Hmmm…hey Doug, do I have wings?" Moogles had wings, right? He tried flexing his shoulder blades in an attempt to fly, but to no avail. He wasn't sure why he thought he even had wings, he was simply… curious.

"You have toy wings at home to roleplay as a moogle if that's what you're asking. You don't have real wings. What kind of puppers has real wings?" Doug said with a laugh. "You really do need that ass pounding, you can't think at all!"

'An ass fuck wouldn't help at all!' Erakir's eyes darted down. He saw Doug's pointed red cock and simply tried to look past that, down into the ground where he had big…fluffy… paws. He remembered the time Doug stuck one in his face while stroking his cock with the other and it was so damn heavenly for Cle…Erakir. “A fucking has never helped me before, it’s only distracted me!” Erakir exclaimed.

“And it looks like you need that too, Clef.” Doug gave Erakir another big hug. Both of their cocks pressed up against one another. “You just don’t seem yourself. You’ve got some of the best beats playing and while your ass is twerking and you smell like cum, you aren’t flashing yourself for everyone to fuck like you always do!”

Erakir…no Clef? The doggo rubbed his head. He felt his big doggy ears up against them. “Ummm… how about after a trip to the bathroom?” He said with a nervous smile. His tail kept wagging high in the air sticking his ass out invitingly for all to stare. “I’ll be right back!” With a big smile on the doggos… moogles? With a smile on his face he couldn’t wipe, he rushed to the bathroom with his ass wagging the entire time.

Erakir quickly made it to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection was no longer that of a moogle, but of a big canine doggo, a very colorful one at that, one that reminded him very much of Doug with how colorful he was. His eyes crossed up at a pompom, the sign of a moogle! He gave it a poke, and the pompom dropped like a loose hair. “Eep… so I am doggo?” He looked at his face worriedly. 

Erakir leaned in and saw his blue eyes which were so off compared to the rest of his colorful body. He even had a big fluffy green mane underneath his chin that spread behind his head all the way to his ears, but that was… normal, wasn’t it? Yes, having a big green mane along with a fluffy tail that reached his head was entirely normal. Those were things he always had, he had to have. Moogles didn’t have them, and moogles did have pompoms, but he didn’t. He reached back and felt his behind to feel no wings whatsoever, something a moogle would also have. Moogles also wouldn’t have a doggy dick like his own, one that bobbed up and down eagerly. While his shaft never got much action inside the ass of another since he was a sub, it got plenty of paws, pawbs, and everything he called those big huge feet that toyed with him! Speaking of subs, he had two speaker-like attachments that amplified whatever music was playing around him on his thighs, helping his ass twitch in just the right ways for all to see. He also had speakers on his shoulders and one on his back. Really, describing his colorful body hardly did him justice, he was better off showing up and happily showing himself off for anyone that wanted to see!

‘Uhhmm…’ His eyes! Something was off about his eyes. Yes, he must have been transforming! However, the longer he looked at his eyes, the more he wondered what other parts of him were different. As far as he was aware, he was always a doggo with a moogle character he liked to portray as, but he could never pull it off. He blinked and swore his eyes were swirling as he stared at himself. His blue irises slowly poured out along the whites, leaving a green color inside of them with blue surrounding them instead of white. In other words, his original eye color. “Huh…” Maybe he was just drunk. Yeah, that one drink really did a number on him. He even forgot he was a doggo named Clef for a moment! Good thing it was already coming out of his system.

Erakir, no, Clef, turned away from the mirror. His tail flicked as he walked away happily. His tail, a big giant fluffy doggo tail that one might not be able to help but love and snuggle, one he always kept pointed up in the air for easy access to that big fluffy ass. He stepped out of the bathroom and immediately bounced his hips to the sound of the rhythm. Yes, this was his beat as a… well, he wasn’t exactly a ‘dub’ dog but more of a ‘sub’ dog, a ‘sub woofer’ he liked to joke. With a smile grown back on his face he soon encountered Doug and gave him a big hug from behind. “Heeeyyyaaa Dougie!” He spoke with a newfound tone in his voice, a happy peppy puppy voice glad to see a friend. “Sorry about earlier!”

Doug laughed and hugged Cleff back. “That’s alright! I knew you weren’t you the moment I saw your eyes. They were so glazed I’d swear they were a different color. You look alright now though, and you sound much better!”

Clef nodded. “Oh yeah, yeah! I don’t know what was up with me but man. Maybe it just wasn’t my jams. Oh! This one sounds good! Lots of up and down beats. Hehe…” Clef put his big paw hands up against a glass wall with his head turned to the side. His ass bounced up and down in tune with the rhythm. “I know how to repay you! You want some of this?”” 

Doug got behind Clef and put his hands right on top of the pupper’s. “You know I can’t resist that big fluffy ass of yours.” He reached down and gave Clef’s rear a proud squeeze, spreading his cheeks just enough to reveal his orange colored anus and, with a big grin, the colorful dog pushed his doggy dick into Clef’s rear, pounding him from behind to the beat of the music as two happy gay dogs did. “Mmmmpphh you always feel so good!”

“Well I’d HOPE so.” Clef stuck out his tongue from his big snoot. Oh yes, feeling Doug inside of him was such a wonderful sensation! With all the jumping and pumping, his striped scarf flew off him, landing on the ground and going… somewhere, but Clef didn't care about the scarf, that was a… whatever that creature was, thing. He was Clef the subby dubby puppy!
 He hoped he could have Doug’s paws to himself after this was over. His tail wagged from side to side as Doug pounded the big doggy behind. Heck, he was going to have to spend a lot more time clubbing and a lot less time playing that fantasy game! These clubs were the best for paws and cock, two things he could not get enough of! He bounced his ass on Doug’s cock as the two humped and pumped the night away.
