Soft music played with a steady but audible beat, almost seeming to mimic an excited heartbeat. 
The patrons of this establishment were murmuring quietly among themselves, small groups of felids 
seated at tables that were positioned in an almost spiralling pattern around a small central stage. 
Leopards, lynxes, lions, as well as smaller cousin breeds, mostly male, shared conversations of their 
day at work, their latest hunting achievements, or anything else that caught their minds while they 
awaited the next dancer. 
     Tails and Tales, a nightclub built with felid gentlemen in mind, was usually busiest around this 
time of the evening. For the next few hours, some felids would enjoy a quick after work drink or two 
before heading out to hunt, while others who felt no impulse to hunt would while away the evening 
with high class drinks, snacks and enjoy the sights offered by the club's atmosphere and... staff. 
     The waitresses were almost exclusively servals and cheetahs, both breeds known for their slender 
frames and acrobatic prowess. Almost a dozen of them were carrying drinks or food to the tables, 
also bearing friendly smiles and winks to those they recognized as regular patrons, and especially 
those known for leaving generous tips on their accounts. Most of these girls had been on the stage 
before, indeed some of them took to the centre with regularity, but tonight there had been 
advertised a new act. A pair of lady dancers, both outside the species of the slenderer felid varieties. 
     It was difficult to tell if this crowd was a little larger than normal, or if it was simply the 
anticipation that made it feel this way. Servals and especially cheetahs were incredibly agile and 
flexible when they trained their bodies to their limits, so for the club to take a chance on showcasing 
others was not entirely unexpected, but certainly not something anyone expected for this prime 
timeslot. 
     The music slowed, and the already dim lighting dimmed further. For felids, the dark was hardly an 
impediment to their amazing eyesight, and the lights were lowered to near total darkness in order to 
set the mood. The music shifted to a slightly more upbeat rhythm as fog machines mounted in the 
stage and ceiling began to exude a fine mist. The mist caught illumination from subtle violet lighting 
built into the stage even as small concealed fans blew it into a spiralling pattern. A brief distortion 
sounded before a deep male voice spoke from somewhere hidden, his voice carrying a tone of calm 
anticipation. 
     'Ladies and gentlemen, a special treat for you tonight.' The murmurs and whispers quietened as 
almost all eyes in the audience turned towards the stage. 'Making their debut in Tails and Tales, a 
double feature starring two up and coming dancing stars. Please welcome these two rising 
attractions; Misty and Haze!' 
     A mechanised door opened in the ceiling and a thin cable extended down. When it was about half 
a metre down, a small figure could be seen clinging to it with purple painted claws. 
     'A mouse? What?' Various murmurs began to sound once again. Hunting hours were well in 
effect, and it was almost comical that a mouse would be displaying herself before so many 
carnivores like this. She was almost completely naked, her white fur bared to them all but for where 
pale violet garments clung tightly to her thin waist and supple breasts. Moments later a similar door 
opened in the floor, and a noticeably more feline figure came into view as the platform below rose 
to stage height. 
     This dancer was a snow leopard, crouched on her hands and knees. Unusual for this profession, as 
a leopard's muscular physiology didn't lend itself well to the kind of flexibility these dancers usually 
aspired to, and a snow leopard's extra fluffy fur tended to conceal much of their figure. But this girl...
     Her fur had been so exquisitely trimmed to reveal her figure, and she had clearly spent a lot of 
time exercising and dieting to tone her body into a more appealing slender form. Instantly a wave of 
impressed murmuring and a few whistles sounded out. The snow leopard's spots had been dyed the 
same violet as her also skimpy clothes, and both dancers had shoulder length hair also dyed the 
same shade. Only their eyes were a different colour, each a vibrant blue lit up by the stage lights. 
     As the cat rose, she opened her mouth, arched her back and gave a soft roar to the crowd. At the 
same time, the mouse slid herself to the end the the swaying cable and used her legs and tail to 
dangle herself upside down. It almost looked like she would drop between the cat's jaws and almost 
every body in a chair was leaning forward in morbid fascination. 
     'Mouse Misty and Snowy Haze, dancing for your viewing pleasure.' The announcer's voice almost 
whispered over the speakers as the last few inches between the pair closed. 
     In the last instant, Haze's lips closed and Misty met her in a vertical kiss. In the next moment the 
music shifted into a rapid succession  of beats and pulses of electronic music. Misty's hands pressed 
onto Haze's nose and her legs released the cable before she tumbled herself to be standing on top of 
the felid's head. 
     A sturdy metal pole rose from the floor, emerging between Haze's knees. She gripped it tightly 
and used the motion to lift herself to her feet. As soon as it reached its full height, locking into the 
ceiling with a loud click, her feet left the stage floor and she began to wrap her legs around the pole. 
With expert skill, she spun herself around, sliding around in spinning pattern and letting her hair and 
tail fan out with the momentum. 
     Misty stood in a steadying spread legged stance on top of Haze's head, watching for a few 
moments before making a perfectly timed jump to the snow cat's tail. Using her legs and tail again, 
she let her arms and hair flail out as she spun, almost able to reach the tenuously outstretched 
hands of the nearest patrons. 
     Haze flipped herself upside down, Misty using the momentum to leap from tail to the pads of the 
leopard's now upward facing toe pads with a remarkable triple flip that elicited a series of excited 
murmurs. Clearly the pair had practiced this routine thoroughly and both were quite talented. Haze 
stretched one hand out, brushing past the outstretched hands of the nearest patrons while Misty did 
the same on the other end of the spin. 
     As their momentum began to slow, Misty once more jumped to the end of Haze's tail. Haze then 
pulled herself upright and swung her tail around, ending with the mouse being tossed back upwards. 
Misty was able to line up her next leap in Scant moments, rebounding herself off the pole and falling 
back towards the spotted cat's head. 
     A gasp went up from the crowd as Haze opened her mouth. Misty pulled her arms and legs into a 
pin drop and landed perfectly between the teeth and onto Haze's tongue. Haze closed her mouth, 
hiding the mouse from view, then climbed the pole and gripped tightly with her legs. Her tail coiled 
around beneath, resembling a spring as the cat leaned backwards and began another spinning 
motion. This time she kept her hands close, cupping her breasts and tilting her head back. Her hair 
spread like a fan and she slowly opened her mouth as she spun. 
     Misty stood slowly, having propped one foot against the hard palate in Haze's mouth and the 
other carefully against one of the cat's upper back teeth. She was now glossy with a thin film of 
saliva, causing her fur to cling to her tiny shapely form. And that made it quickly apparent that she 
was now naked, her meagre outfit now gone from sight. Her breasts, large relative to her at least, 
began to bounce as Haze added an up and down bob to her spinning motion. 
     The nearer patrons were almost standing now, so on the edge of their seats to get a better 
glimpse of this unusual yet appealing display each time it spun around in their direction. The tease 
continued for a few more rotations before it began to slow. Misty gave a quick wink, then held her 
nose as though about to dive before letting herself sink back into Haze's mouth. The cat's lips closed 
once again, removing the mouse from everyone's sight except for a tiny protruding waving hand. 
Haze pulled herself upright with one hand and climbed up the pole with her strong grip. 
     With a deft curl of her tail overhead, Haze caught the thin cable that had been Misty's entrance 
and brought it to her lips. With a deliberately wet smack, she allowed the mouse to pull herself 
between her pursed lips and begin swinging again, naked and dripping in snow leopard drool. The 
mouse now swung herself in a circular pattern above the stage, her glistening naked form suspended 
by her legs and tail while her arms were spread as though reaching for anyone that could reach her 
back. 
     Haze spun on her feet and reversed her position on the pole beneath, beginning to lean outwards 
and dance around in the opposite direction to Misty's swinging. Her long tail made sweeping 
motions with every step, brushing the cheeks and noses of the nearest patrons to the stage, as well 
as one passing serval waitress who responded with a short giggle. 
     By now, the audience was enraptured with the sight of this pair, so different from the usual solo 
displays they were used to seeing here. A snow leopard that had come to rival the natural elegance 
of a cheetah or serval, and a mouse that displayed her tiny delicious looking form as the plaything 
and potential food of her larger partner. The combination that appealed to more than one form of 
lust was an impressive new take on the more traditional exotic dance, and all eyes in the dimly lit 
chamber were focused and attentive, eager to see how the act would end. 
     Haze put her back to the pole and began to spin in time with Misty's circular swinging. The show 
continued for a few more rotations of the pole until the snow leopard reached up a hand and 
intercepted the thin cable. Misty kept the momentum going, wrapping the cable around Haze's arm 
and then leaping clear at the last moment to land on top of the cat's head. Haze released the cable 
and leaned forward, arching her back as she did so. Misty followed the trail of Haze's spine onto her 
back, stopping where the skimpy bra had been clipped on just beneath and between Haze's shoulder 
blades. With one deft flick of her toes, the clip was loose and the bra fell from the cat's chest to land 
on the floor at her feet. 
     The crowd was now truly invested, many of the felid men cheering at this display as its stakes 
continually increased. Haze slowly stood upright, allowing her exposed breasts to be seen by 
everyone in front of her while Misty slid down her back to the base of her fluffy tail. Another clip 
loosened, and the thin panties around her waist fell loose to the floor, leaving both dancers now 
completely naked. 
     A series of whooping cheers went up from the crowd. Haze lifted her arms and her tail, and Misty 
stepped out. The mouse walked towards the tip of the snow cat's tail with the practiced ease of a 
trapeze artist on a highwire, stopping close to the tip. Haze then took a step forward and performed 
a slow spin on the spot. 
     Misty kept her balance almost perfectly, waving and blowing kisses out across the entire crowd as 
she passed them. When Haze was once again facing forward, she lifted her head and flicked her tail 
upwards. Misty sailed through the air with a graceful spin, throwing a few tiny drips of Haze's saliva 
loose from her fur as she went. When the flip was complete, she had landed in a perfect handstand 
on the tip of the snow leopard's nose. 
     Some of the crowd were literally off their seats, clinging to tables as the implications of what was 
about to happen sank in mere moments before the fact. 
     Misty gave one last wink to those that were close enough to see it as Haze opened her mouth as 
wide as she could. Her glossy pink tongue extended and dangled across her perfect black lips and 
magnificent white teeth. The mouse let her handstand come to a finish, falling forward and landing 
in a prone position on Haze's tongue. A few gasps went up from the crowd. 
     In one swift motion, Haze pulled her tongue back into her mouth as Misty blew one final kiss to 
the crowd. As those beautiful black lips closed, sealing off the mouse from the outside world, Haze 
lifted her head slowly. 
     Slowly... 
     And then... It happened. A deliberately loud wet gulp sounded and the muscles and tendons 
visible on Haze's exposed naked neck rippled as the squirming bulge that had been Misty passed 
downwards. Haze then grabbed the pole and made one final trio of spins, letting her mouth hang 
open and her tongue lull loose, making it clear for all to see that Misty had indeed been swallowed 
alive. No place for her to have hidden beneath the cat's tongue or cheeks, and definitely no sign of 
her at the back of the leopard's glistening throat. 
     'Oh dear...' The announcer's voice sounded. 'Could it be that Misty's debut was also... her Grand 
Finale?' He chuckled lightly, eliciting a few similar laughs from those among the crowd who weren't 
still cheering and applauding. 
     The stage platform began to descend, and Haze closed her mouth into a thankful grin, waving and 
turning to as many as she could see before the fog machines once again surrounded her in mist to 
conceal her departure. In the last moments before she was out of sight, she let out a small burp. 
Maybe she was blushing in those last few moments? Maybe it was just the violet lighting? 
     Whatever the case, the crowd loved her. Her act had been a hit.