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It’s called The Hunting Grounds of all things, can you believe that? The night has been an abject failure so far, and he just wants to go home. However, as he discovers through a dragon working at the club, the name is more apt than he may think…\n\nI changed my thumbnail, so...sorry about that. I'm now using MS Gothic instead of whatever variation of Terminal I was using, and am still very much in the experimenting phase for this. I also only just got Gimp and have been using paint, so we'll see how that turns out. Thanks for the read, please comment or send me a note if you liked it. I love getting feedback!\n\nApologies for the length. If you want to skip right to the juicy bits, you're looking for page 4.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Dan, a red fox, is dragged out to a tacky club by his friend, a clouded leopard by the name of Jaira. It’s called The Hunting Grounds of all things, can you believe that? The night has been an abject failure so far, and he just wants to go home. However, as he discovers through a dragon working at the club, the name is more apt than he may think…

I changed my thumbnail, so...sorry about that. I'm now using MS Gothic instead of whatever variation of Terminal I was using, and am still very much in the experimenting phase for this. I also only just got Gimp and have been using paint, so we'll see how that turns out. Thanks for the read, please comment or send me a note if you liked it. I love getting feedback!

Apologies for the length. If you want to skip right to the juicy bits, you're looking for page 4.", "writing": "Loud, bumpy, frantic music blared throughout the dimly-lit room, causing the fox's ears to twitch. Why am I even here? He asked himself, for the third time that night. When Jaira, a clouded leopard who the fox was friends with for reasons he sometimes questioned, had insisted they come to this club, he reluctantly agreed only after coaxing and promises of lots and lots of free drinks. The latter of which, he noted, he had yet to receive. He had to fix that immediately. Now, where was that crazy cat? Why was he so excited about this stupid club anyway? The hunting grounds, the fox thought, shaking his head. Can you get any cheesier? He fidgeted with his shirt, and made a decision. Stupid, horny cat. We're leaving.\n\nHe scanned his eyes around the room, passing over patrons, a few short catwalks with poles that were generally surrounded by said patrons (gawking at scantily clad dancer or dancers, of course), a mix of all genders and species. One pole briefly caught his eye, where a slim male tabby and a...generously proportioned hippo were...oh. Wait, was that a - was he putting that...oh dear. A yowl and a deep grunt of exertion simultaneously echoed across the club, and the fox blinked, keeping his eyes moving. Across a bar, to another pole,this one empty...If you can say one thing about this club, it's big, he mused, before narrowing his eyes. Was that...yes, that was in fact Jaira, excitedly chatting up two other patrons while leaning on the divider between the stage and the rest of the club. The fox shook his head and made his way to the three.\n\n``Hey, Dan!'' Jaira called, waving the fox over after he caught sight of the vulpine. ``Come on over here, we were just talking about you!'' Oh no... the fox thought, quickly looking down and shoving his hands in his pockets. He knew just what story Jaira was telling. It involved a boat, too much to drink, and a hefty dose of embarrassment for Dan. He looked up again, forcing a smile and striding over with as much confidence as he could muster, and noticed that the two patrons Jaira had been talking to had taken their cue to leave (not without giggling, though whether it was at his or Jaira's expense he couldn't tell). The leopard turned quickly to them as Dan closed the gap. ``Hey, will you two be back?'' he asked, raising his eyebrows. One of them turned, smirking with a universal I-know-something-you-don't look ``Maybe~'' she said, a largely (at least for Dan) unidentifiable inflection, though there was clearly some element of mischief there. The cat turned back, smiling at his friend. ``Man, you shoulda heard me. Had them wrapped around my finger and hanging on my every word, all smooth like, and I was just telling them how you-''\n\nDan cut him off with a scowl. ``We agreed that you would never tell that story again,'' he growled. Jaira put up his hands in surrender, shaking his head and chuckling. ``Hey, sorry man, mea culpa. It's just a great icebreaker, you were completely shitfaced, just grabbed that pillow and-''\n\n``Enough!'' the fox hissed, moving in closer, right next to Jaira's ear. He could smell the alcohol on the cat's breath from this range. ``Never again. You owe me a drink, then we're going home,'' he whispered, firm and deliberate. When his friend got like this, it could be impossible to get him to do anything without forcing the idea into his head. Predictably enough, the cat pouted.``Awwwww, come on, just one more show!'' he whined, his ears falling back against his head. ``They're about to have my favorite guy come on. He does this great bit where-'' \n\n``No. We are going to...'' the fox trailed off as he noticed the lights around them fell almost entirely dark, making the ones on the stage seem that much brighter. The velvet curtain at the end drew to the side, just enough for one scaly leg to make its way out, seeming almost cautious. It was quickly followed by another, bringing with it the body of a dragon who was, shall we say, clearly male.\n\nThe first thing that struck Dan, besides the apparent maleness, was how attractive the dragon was. He was clearly fit, power exuding from his every move, chiseled muscles running along the length of his body, from biceps to calves and everything in between, flexing and bulging as he moved. With every motion, it was almost as if his body was trying to show off (which, Dan realized, it probably was), but it looked completely effortless; the dragon was doing nothing more than walking with a light, confident smile. His outfit was predictably scanty, only leather straps held together by a few metal rings, allowing anyone who cared to look an excellent view of...any part of him, really, though an emphasis was placed on his two full, perfectly curved ass cheeks and his draconic package. His scales were somewhere between a light, almost-but-not-quite baby blue and a lavender purple, interlocked across his body in a perfect mosaic of smooth beauty. His eyes were deep and piercing, a royal purple to compliment his scales. To top it all off, two horns sat atop his head, carefully wound pieces of bone as white as his sharp teeth, which the crowd was only able to catch passing glimpses at, and yet...despite how perfectly he seemed to be made, there were small ``blemishes''. Chips on the claws of his hands and feet, a slight waver in his step as he almost lost his footing, and...his stomach seemed to be slightly off, as did his tail and rear, almost as if there was a layer of pudge doing its best to conceal the power underneath...\n\nSquinting, Dan realized that this was indeed the case, and it made him all the more consumed by interest. The ``imperfections'', as they were, made the dragon seem all the more like him, another person making his way in the world. All the more...achievable. Dan shifted, thinking, and Jaira called out.\n\n``Uh, Dan? We're going to what?'' \n\nThe fox shook his head, trying to clear the haze. ``Never...never mind. We'll stay for one more show, but only on the condition that you go get me that drink.'' Both Dan and Jaira noticed that the fox was staring at about the same time. One looked down and blushed, and the other grinned. ``Oh,'' Jaira said, smirking mischievously, ``I see. I'll go get you that drink. Should I bring back two?'' He teased, turning to go to the bar before Dan could retaliate. So, instead, the fox returned to watching the dragon, finding that he had made his way to the pole. The scaled dancer surveyed his audience, and as his eyes glanced over Dan the fox could swear those purple irises lingered for a moment longer, sending a shiver up his spine. Leaving Dan to process that, the dragon flashed a smile and began his routine. \n\nDan found himself mesmerized by the dragon, with how the powerful scaled beast moved with such grace. Around and around the pole, as if floating on air. Every movement was carefully calculated and clearly practiced, the dragon knowing just how to move his body, what muscles to squeeze, what muscles to relax, and exactly the tastes of his audience. More than Dan realized...\n\nAt some point during the fox's gawking, Jaira came back with a drink, and he took it, giving the amber liquid a small sniff before downing it in one gulp, which he instantly regretted. He closed his eyes and shivered as the leopard laughed. ``Weeell, you really must be flustered!'' Dan barely acknowledged him, still drinking in the dragon dancer in all his glory. Jaira leaned in closer, getting within whispering distance of the fox's ear. ``You know...'' he said, that Cheshire grin still across his face, ``this dragon lets an audience member in on the show...''\n\nNow, that certainly got Dan's attention. ``He...really?''\n\nJaira nodded excitedly. ``Yep! He does this teasing routine,'' he gestured toward the dancer, who was now gently swaying, simply using the pole as a handhold, ``and then...'' The cat pantomimed a pounce, punctuating it with a snap of his jaws. Dan gulped, finding his pants suddenly tighter. He didn't need any more information than that, he was sure. If any of what Jaira said was true, and especially if the dragon really had taken an interest in him, maybe he would need to start frequenting this club...\n\nHis thought process was interrupted as Jaira grabbed the fox's arm, closely examining his wrist as Dan fought to free himself. ``Hey, what the hell?'' The cat ignored him. ``You got a red band?'' he asked. Dan scowled, thinking back to entering the club. He'd been wordlessly presented with a platter of armbands, each with dollar amounts attached: red was free, yellow ten, green fifty, and blue a whopping one hundred. Naturally, he'd chosen red.\n\n``Yeah?'' the fox said. ``What about it?'' Jaira grinned, snickering. ``Oh man. You don't know?'' Dan's scowl deepened, increasingly annoyed with the cat. ``Enlighten me,'' he said, crossing his arms. This time, the cat full on laughed. ``It just, uh...it means he's more likely to choose you, I'll say that much. And it'll help that you're cute when you're angry.''\n\nWell that came out of nowhere. Dan's expression shifted, his features taken over by a look of complete confusion. The fox moved his mouth, but no words came out, and Jaira gave him a playful shake. ``Or flustered!'' he added. ``Wh- what are you- how...'' Dan struggled to find what he wanted to say, his cheeks turning a little red. He averted his gaze, looking back up at the stage to find, startlingly, that the dragon was staring right at him. Seeing that Dan was finally paying attention again, the dancer extended an arm and a single finger, smirking as he did so.\n\nIt took a moment, but Dan realized with a jolt that the dragon he'd been ogling was pointing right at him. He looked from side to side, trying to find some cue as to what he was supposed to do, but all he found was Jaira's grinning face egging him on. The cat gave Dan a...''generous nudge'', sending him staggering forward until the divider between floor and stage caught him. The fox looked back at his friend, then up at the dragon, who beckoned to the vulpine while slowly, deliberately, dragging his tongue across his lips.\n\nDan felt all of a sudden very vulnerable and out in the open, like a field mouse caught in an eagle's gaze. Er, a fox caught in a dragon's gaze, rather. The dragon beckoned again, flashing his teeth in a charming, yet aggressive smile. The word predatory bounced around in the fox's skull, but he pushed it aside; surely there had to be better words to describe that sharp, confident-bordering-on-arrogant, charming...predatory grin. Dan's breath caught in his throat. Dozens of pairs of eyes were fixated on him, he could feel them burning into his back, his face, his chest. Still, there was only one pair of eyes that had his full attention.\n\nDan shook his head to try and clear it. This was silly. But when he looked back up into that amethyst gaze...almost on autopilot, the fox clamored over the divider and up onto the stage, finding himself face-to-face and body-to-body with the handsome dancer. ``Hey there, foxy,'' he whispered. His voice was like melted butter: smooth and easy on the ears, but deep and full. ``I saw you staring at me from the second I came out, you know,'' he continued, and Dan blushed a deep red that even his fur couldn't hide. This close, he could smell the dragon's musk, a natural masculine scent with just a hint of spice. The dragon smiled. ``...but I don't mind. Especially with someone as cute as you. The name's Damien. What's yours?'' Dan panted, his breath coming in short bursts. ``D-dan,'' the fox managed. This was...incredible. ``Well Dan,'' the dragon began, ``what say we get you out of those clothes?'' the Dragon - no, Damien licked his lips seductively, and Dan struggled for a response. ``H-hah...shouldn't you, uh, buy me dinner first?'' The predatory grin was back. ``Why, that's your job, cutie!'' The words puzzled Dan, but right now...right now, this moment was all that mattered. He gave a nod of approval.\n\nImmediately, Damien wrapped his arms around the fox and rolled his draconic hips against his partner, leaving Dan feeling at the same time exposed and lecherous. With a small growl from the dragon and a firm, passionate surprise kiss, the latter easily won out. Dan tried to move a hand down to hook his waistband, but another, louder growl and a very strong grip from Damien stopped him and he instead settled for clutching at the small of the dragon's back. Damien broke the kiss, kneeling down and whispering, just audible over a few different proclamations of lust in the audience, ``Ever taken a cock up the ass before?'' Dan could feel his ears turn red now, almost glowing. ``A...a few times...'' His answer was clearly satisfactory, as Damien grinned and grabbed the fox's shirt, whispering just one more piece of instruction: ``Just follow my lead.''\n\nThe way Damien moved, Dan realized as the dragon swayed and stood up with the vulpine's shirt, as well as the way he pushed and pulled on the fox, putting both of their bodies to work, was entirely meant for the audience's pleasure. The dragon had a job to do after all, but that didn't mean that Dan couldn't enjoy it as well. The fox found himself swaying and moving with the dragon, earning himself a grin tinged with...was that pride? Appreciation, at least. Momentarily, his shirt blocked his vision, and when he could see again Damien's hands were reaching out to hold his sides. The dragon kneeled, beginning to plant kisses across the fox's stomach, tail swaying gently behind him. The fox's own tail was rapidly swishing from side to side, and he looked up, closing his eyes and exhaling. This was...incredib-\n\nHis train of thought was interrupted as he felt something powerful, warm, and wet pressing into his fur. He looked down to find, to his great surprise, that Damien was licking him. It almost seemed that he was...tasting him? No, no it had to be just part of the routine. Still, his mind wandered back to the dragon's earlier comment about dinner...no. It had to be some part of the show. Just a little bit of erotic fun for the audience's benefit. Surely?\n\nDamien looked up, licking his lips. On his knees, the dragon dug his fingers into Dan's ass and pulled the fox forward, eliciting as his crotch ended up right in Damien's face. The dragon took a deep sniff and moaned, entirely unfazed, and used his claws to pinch the cloth of the fox's pants and pull them down inch by slow inch. Dan could feel the chilly air in the club hit his eager member first, fully erect as it was, which Damien grinned at. Just a few more pulls, and all of the fox's assets were revealed. His orange butt, fluffy white balls, and red rocket cock, all out and standing for the club to see. Damien pulled the pants the rest of the way down, inviting Dan to step out of them.\n\nThe fox complied, though he brought his tail between his legs to attempt to cover his bits despite both the rhythmic wagging of said tail and the egging on of the crowd. Damien stood up and swung around the fox, using him almost the same as the pole from earlier. Like a tool to make the show, Dan thought, but he pushed it away as he felt the dragon's hands come to rest on his hips and hot breath wash over his ear. ``Want to open up for me, little foxy?'' Damien teased, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles. Dan found his tail slowly removing itself from between his thighs, brushing against the dragon's belly as Dan himself began to bend over. Moments later the fox was on all fours, tail hanging in the air, feeling the dragon's hands wander closer to his entrance.\n\nA single digit probed into his rear, and Dan felt himself clench around it before loosening again, fitting comfortably around the scaly finger. A little lower on his body, he could feel a rising heat just behind him. The heat came closer, brushing up against him and leaving a streak of wet on his butt. ``Ready, cute stuff?'' Damien asked, waiting for Dan's affirmative nod before the heat plunged into the fox's butt. Dan hissed, sucking air between his teeth as the intrusion pushed in, thick and so, so warm. He'd never had a dragon before.\n\n He could feel scaly hips meet his own, then draw back. Meet. Part. Meet. Part. Meet, part, meet, part, meet, part meet part meet part meet part meet part meet.\n\nDragon and fox alike settled into a steady rhythm, pushing and pulling, one inside the other. Fuck, he was so big! How Damien had managed to keep the member currently pounding his ass inside of the tiny leather cup was a mystery to him, but he certainly wasn't complaining. The dragon's meat was tickling his prostate in ways he hadn't even known were possible, feeling as if his insides were being completely rearranged and yet...there was some sort of other hunger in the mix too. A feeling of it being rushed, like the stud behind him had something else he wanted to get to, some other need he had to satisfy. For the time being though, Dan decided as a particularly forceful thrust sent shivers up his spine and turned his brain to a veritable mush, that wasn't his problem.\n\nWhat rather was his problem was how close to release the dragon was. Indeed, Dan could feel the thrusts somehow increase in speed, Damien seeming to almost spasm rather than buck. Smiling through the pressure, Dan waited for just the right moment at a particularly deep thrust and clenched, hard. That did the trick. There was a roar, and suddenly the fox could feel his bowels flooding with thick, and hot. The extra fullness alone would have sent him over the edge, but the warmth spreading in his lower belly compounding with how it stuck to and moved against his insides sent him careening into his own explosive release, spurting a considerably smaller load across the stage. At the same time, he cried out, using his foxy vocal chords to their full range.\n\nThe two of them came down from their apexes together, settling into a comforting afterglow while they emptied themselves. Dan's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth and he felt along his belly, very interested in how the fluid inside of him moved around with his every touch and completely overwhelmed by the brutish lovemaking he was just on the receiving end of. Damien was still throbbing inside of him, he could smell sex in the air, there was a profound warmth against his backside...it was too much for the little vulpine.\n\nDamien's tongue was lolling out as well, but for a very different reason. It was time for the climax of his show, and...well, he couldn't keep his audience waiting any longer. Or himself, for that matter, he realized as his stomach growled. His floppy tongue swiped across his lips once more, and he pulled the fox up against his chest.\n\nDan was vaguely aware of someone - the dragon, he realized - moving him back, a growling sound, and a furnace-like warmth against his back. Then his world went dark and wet very, very quickly.\n\nDamien had his jaws clamped around the fox's head, lips around his neck, but no response from the little thing. Too overwhelmed, the dragon supposed, chuckling and causing nearly everything Dan was touching to vibrate. Damien suckled around the fox, twisting him so they were chest to chest and his face was flat against the dragon's wet tongue. Damien then slathered his tongue across his prey's face and parted his jaws, moving further down.\n\nMeanwhile, Dan was struggling to figure out exactly what was happening. He knew he was in Damien's maw, but why? Part of the show, maybe? Something seemed off about the way he was being handled, though. It was rough, brutelike, almost as if he were just a piece of meat. He felt the hot, sticky tongue snake out and begin to coat his chest with drool and slowly started to struggle halfheartedly, realizing he couldn't budge the jaws. This prompted heavier struggling, wiggling against the dragon, stopped from doing too much more for fear of being stabbed by the sharp teeth all around. ``Damien? Damien, can you let me out?''\n\nThe fox heard a moan all around him, cheers echoing from the crowd as the world shifted around him. Damien was standing up! Did that mean he was going to spit the fox out, maybe? Dan stopped his struggled, earning a solid gulp that trapped his head in the dragon's throat. ``Aaaa! Damien, let me out, please! I don't know what you're doing, please stop!'' The only answer was a small buck of the dragon's hips, pushing the fox deeper and reminding him of the thick rod still in his butt. The vulpine could feel the rippling motions of peristalsis around him, tugging at his fur.\n\nA rumble bounced its way around the fox, almost unbearably loud. Damien's tongue was moving all around, holding his shoulders in place, getting drool all over his chest, even flicking back to feel Dan's chin. The fox wiggled again, eliciting a wet schlrk as he slipped just a little deeper. The development makes Dan almost frantic, scrabbling with his paws to try and find some purchase and drag himself out. A pair of strong hands grabbing his ankles, accompanied by an amused chuckle, put a stop to that. Instead, Dan had to settle for wiggling and fidgeting, completely at the dragon's mercy. At his predator's mercy.\n\nAnother gulp brings Dan's entire upper body into Damien's throat. A sharp pop! separated the dragon's cock from his hole and his tail fell limp, brushing against the sensitive member more than once as it sways beneath the orange rump. Dan's fingers are only just outside the dragon's maw, twitching just slightly, and the tongue doesn't rest. ``You must have tasted every bit of me by now!'' the fox cried, doing his best to sound convincing. ``You can let me out now! Please!'' There's a low, lewd groan from somewhere below Dan's head, and the throat yawns open before him, the motions of peristalsis reversing for a moment. He was filled with hope, maybe the dragon was letting him out, or something in his shampoo made the dancer sick, or...\n\nBuuuuhhhhhhraaaaaaaaaaap!\n\nThe acrid, foul-smelling belch carried past Dan, making him wrinkle his nose at the odor, a preview of where he was about to go. The throat re-oriented itself, and he slipped a little further, surely bulging out Damien's throat by now. His fingers were inside the dragon's maw, slipping around as they tried in vain to find some semblance of grip. Another deep gulp echoes around him, sending his head into a slightly larger cavity and leaving his legs and butt just outside Damien's maw. He could feel fluid beginning to trickle out of his ass, dripping down his legs, onto the dragon's chest and maw, his tail draped over his predator's shoulder. A perfect view for the audience.\n\nInside the stomach was even more acrid than the burp. The muscle expanded and welcomed him eagerly, though he noted that it was still very, very tight. It kneaded at his face and rubbed a bit of drool that had made its way down into Dan's muzzle, causing him to grimace. Gross. It was completely empty, indicating that Damien probably hadn't eaten all day in perpetration for this. Jaira knew! Dan realized, thinking back to his interactions since the dancer had made his way out. From the start, this was planned! At the same time as he became angry with the cat for not warning him and even egging, he was filled with hope. The club couldn't just go around digesting patrons, could they?\n\nGlllpp. Dan's thought process was interrupted as Damien swallowed again, dragging him in up to his knees and forcing him to curl into a foetal position. He could feel the dragon's tongue resting against his member, then poking around and twisting itself around his length! He tried to use his hands to swat at the tongue, but couldn't reach, resigned to letting Damien play with his manhood. To his credit, the dragon was good, squeezing and pushing and pulling in just the right places. A rumble of appreciation shook Dan's world, and the fox finished with a small buck of his hips. Damien gulped again.\n\nThe dragon appeared to want to finish his meal quickly, though he carefully clamped his jaws around the only remaining piece of his prey outside of him: the tail. Dan could feel Damien's hands press into his legs, feeling the fox, moving his body in all sorts of ways. To show me off, the vulpine realized, squirming a bit. It earned him a pat through the scales of Damien's belly, so he did it again. If he squirmed and made the show the best he could, maybe he's be able to get out sooner? He felt the jaws open around his tail, and one strong, final Gulp echo around him.\n\nThe rest of him emptied into the stomach, making him squirm to get comfortable. It really was much too tight, but he supposed it was what it was, at least until Damien could let him out. He felt the dragon rubbing his belly from the outside, hands trying to drink in every bit of the fox, indistinct bulges below a thin layer of dragon. Dan pushed out, seeing how much give he had, and barely expanded the stomach before he felt a clench and it contracted on all sides, squeezing him tightly. His world began to sway, and Dan realized that the dragon was still going on with his routine. ``Please...please let me out soon...'' He ran his paw along a contour in the belly. The only reply was a rumbling, satisfied buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrp.\n\nHours later, dragon with eyes of royal purple stood in a back alley, hand against the brick wall. He was leaning on it heavily, leaned forward to an almost dangerous degree. His head is hunched over, one hand on the bulging gut that neither his hoodie nor his sweatpants could contain. He pressed down on his belly for what had to be the third time that minute, trying to gauge its firmness. Earlier, he'd eaten a fox as part of his show, and only just gotten off the floor; it was nearly time for him to go home. There was no real problem, per se, if all his gut contained was fox soup - the patron had been wearing a red band, after all - but he hadn't been lying when he called the fox, Dan, he reminded himself, cute. Plus the participant had seemed eager enough, so assuming there was any Dan left, he might just have a vested interest in retrieving the fox. He pressed down again, still unsure, and directly addressed his gut.\n\n``Dan? You still in there?''\n\nThere was a protracted Gworgllllllleee, followed by a shorter Glrrrrn, but...was that a kick he saw?\n\n``Damien?'' A feminine voice called from the doorway. ``Someone wanted to-'' Whoever it was was interrupted by a very, very drunk clouded leopard staggering into the alleyway. ``Dsh...dam...dameen, I wntd tooooo...'' The cat trailed off, apparently mesmerized by Damien's rounded stomach. ``I...what I mean ish...'' He shook his head, as if to clear it. ``Thash my friend in there...I...I kinda...brought him with...with...without TELLIN' him, y'know?'' He tried to stumble closer, but had to catch himself on the doorframe. ``He din...din' know about the whol...eat thing, y'know, I kninda...kinna feel responsble...''\n\nThe feminine voice interjected again, a soft, furred hand catching the cat's shoulder. ``Come on kitten,'' she said, pulling him back through the door. ``The star's busy, and I haven't had dinner yet.'' The leopard tried to protest, but it only came out as a scattered jumble of syllables. He clutched the wall with one hand, his cheap, plastic wristband illuminated by the light streaming from inside the club. Red. It, too, disappeared, and the door slammed shut, leaving the dragon outside, gazing down at his distended, softly churning stomach.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Loud, bumpy, frantic music blared throughout the dimly-lit room, causing the fox's ears to twitch. Why am I even here? He asked himself, for the third time that night. When Jaira, a clouded leopard who the fox was friends with for reasons he sometimes questioned, had insisted they come to this club, he reluctantly agreed only after coaxing and promises of lots and lots of free drinks. The latter of which, he noted, he had yet to receive. He had to fix that immediately. Now, where was that crazy cat? Why was he so excited about this stupid club anyway? The hunting grounds, the fox thought, shaking his head. Can you get any cheesier? He fidgeted with his shirt, and made a decision. Stupid, horny cat. We're leaving.

He scanned his eyes around the room, passing over patrons, a few short catwalks with poles that were generally surrounded by said patrons (gawking at scantily clad dancer or dancers, of course), a mix of all genders and species. One pole briefly caught his eye, where a slim male tabby and a...generously proportioned hippo were...oh. Wait, was that a - was he putting that...oh dear. A yowl and a deep grunt of exertion simultaneously echoed across the club, and the fox blinked, keeping his eyes moving. Across a bar, to another pole,this one empty...If you can say one thing about this club, it's big, he mused, before narrowing his eyes. Was that...yes, that was in fact Jaira, excitedly chatting up two other patrons while leaning on the divider between the stage and the rest of the club. The fox shook his head and made his way to the three.

``Hey, Dan!'' Jaira called, waving the fox over after he caught sight of the vulpine. ``Come on over here, we were just talking about you!'' Oh no... the fox thought, quickly looking down and shoving his hands in his pockets. He knew just what story Jaira was telling. It involved a boat, too much to drink, and a hefty dose of embarrassment for Dan. He looked up again, forcing a smile and striding over with as much confidence as he could muster, and noticed that the two patrons Jaira had been talking to had taken their cue to leave (not without giggling, though whether it was at his or Jaira's expense he couldn't tell). The leopard turned quickly to them as Dan closed the gap. ``Hey, will you two be back?'' he asked, raising his eyebrows. One of them turned, smirking with a universal I-know-something-you-don't look ``Maybe~'' she said, a largely (at least for Dan) unidentifiable inflection, though there was clearly some element of mischief there. The cat turned back, smiling at his friend. ``Man, you shoulda heard me. Had them wrapped around my finger and hanging on my every word, all smooth like, and I was just telling them how you-''

Dan cut him off with a scowl. ``We agreed that you would never tell that story again,'' he growled. Jaira put up his hands in surrender, shaking his head and chuckling. ``Hey, sorry man, mea culpa. It's just a great icebreaker, you were completely shitfaced, just grabbed that pillow and-''

``Enough!'' the fox hissed, moving in closer, right next to Jaira's ear. He could smell the alcohol on the cat's breath from this range. ``Never again. You owe me a drink, then we're going home,'' he whispered, firm and deliberate. When his friend got like this, it could be impossible to get him to do anything without forcing the idea into his head. Predictably enough, the cat pouted.``Awwwww, come on, just one more show!'' he whined, his ears falling back against his head. ``They're about to have my favorite guy come on. He does this great bit where-''

``No. We are going to...'' the fox trailed off as he noticed the lights around them fell almost entirely dark, making the ones on the stage seem that much brighter. The velvet curtain at the end drew to the side, just enough for one scaly leg to make its way out, seeming almost cautious. It was quickly followed by another, bringing with it the body of a dragon who was, shall we say, clearly male.

The first thing that struck Dan, besides the apparent maleness, was how attractive the dragon was. He was clearly fit, power exuding from his every move, chiseled muscles running along the length of his body, from biceps to calves and everything in between, flexing and bulging as he moved. With every motion, it was almost as if his body was trying to show off (which, Dan realized, it probably was), but it looked completely effortless; the dragon was doing nothing more than walking with a light, confident smile. His outfit was predictably scanty, only leather straps held together by a few metal rings, allowing anyone who cared to look an excellent view of...any part of him, really, though an emphasis was placed on his two full, perfectly curved ass cheeks and his draconic package. His scales were somewhere between a light, almost-but-not-quite baby blue and a lavender purple, interlocked across his body in a perfect mosaic of smooth beauty. His eyes were deep and piercing, a royal purple to compliment his scales. To top it all off, two horns sat atop his head, carefully wound pieces of bone as white as his sharp teeth, which the crowd was only able to catch passing glimpses at, and yet...despite how perfectly he seemed to be made, there were small ``blemishes''. Chips on the claws of his hands and feet, a slight waver in his step as he almost lost his footing, and...his stomach seemed to be slightly off, as did his tail and rear, almost as if there was a layer of pudge doing its best to conceal the power underneath...

Squinting, Dan realized that this was indeed the case, and it made him all the more consumed by interest. The ``imperfections'', as they were, made the dragon seem all the more like him, another person making his way in the world. All the more...achievable. Dan shifted, thinking, and Jaira called out.

``Uh, Dan? We're going to what?''

The fox shook his head, trying to clear the haze. ``Never...never mind. We'll stay for one more show, but only on the condition that you go get me that drink.'' Both Dan and Jaira noticed that the fox was staring at about the same time. One looked down and blushed, and the other grinned. ``Oh,'' Jaira said, smirking mischievously, ``I see. I'll go get you that drink. Should I bring back two?'' He teased, turning to go to the bar before Dan could retaliate. So, instead, the fox returned to watching the dragon, finding that he had made his way to the pole. The scaled dancer surveyed his audience, and as his eyes glanced over Dan the fox could swear those purple irises lingered for a moment longer, sending a shiver up his spine. Leaving Dan to process that, the dragon flashed a smile and began his routine.

Dan found himself mesmerized by the dragon, with how the powerful scaled beast moved with such grace. Around and around the pole, as if floating on air. Every movement was carefully calculated and clearly practiced, the dragon knowing just how to move his body, what muscles to squeeze, what muscles to relax, and exactly the tastes of his audience. More than Dan realized...

At some point during the fox's gawking, Jaira came back with a drink, and he took it, giving the amber liquid a small sniff before downing it in one gulp, which he instantly regretted. He closed his eyes and shivered as the leopard laughed. ``Weeell, you really must be flustered!'' Dan barely acknowledged him, still drinking in the dragon dancer in all his glory. Jaira leaned in closer, getting within whispering distance of the fox's ear. ``You know...'' he said, that Cheshire grin still across his face, ``this dragon lets an audience member in on the show...''

Now, that certainly got Dan's attention. ``He...really?''

Jaira nodded excitedly. ``Yep! He does this teasing routine,'' he gestured toward the dancer, who was now gently swaying, simply using the pole as a handhold, ``and then...'' The cat pantomimed a pounce, punctuating it with a snap of his jaws. Dan gulped, finding his pants suddenly tighter. He didn't need any more information than that, he was sure. If any of what Jaira said was true, and especially if the dragon really had taken an interest in him, maybe he would need to start frequenting this club...

His thought process was interrupted as Jaira grabbed the fox's arm, closely examining his wrist as Dan fought to free himself. ``Hey, what the hell?'' The cat ignored him. ``You got a red band?'' he asked. Dan scowled, thinking back to entering the club. He'd been wordlessly presented with a platter of armbands, each with dollar amounts attached: red was free, yellow ten, green fifty, and blue a whopping one hundred. Naturally, he'd chosen red.

``Yeah?'' the fox said. ``What about it?'' Jaira grinned, snickering. ``Oh man. You don't know?'' Dan's scowl deepened, increasingly annoyed with the cat. ``Enlighten me,'' he said, crossing his arms. This time, the cat full on laughed. ``It just, uh...it means he's more likely to choose you, I'll say that much. And it'll help that you're cute when you're angry.''

Well that came out of nowhere. Dan's expression shifted, his features taken over by a look of complete confusion. The fox moved his mouth, but no words came out, and Jaira gave him a playful shake. ``Or flustered!'' he added. ``Wh- what are you- how...'' Dan struggled to find what he wanted to say, his cheeks turning a little red. He averted his gaze, looking back up at the stage to find, startlingly, that the dragon was staring right at him. Seeing that Dan was finally paying attention again, the dancer extended an arm and a single finger, smirking as he did so.

It took a moment, but Dan realized with a jolt that the dragon he'd been ogling was pointing right at him. He looked from side to side, trying to find some cue as to what he was supposed to do, but all he found was Jaira's grinning face egging him on. The cat gave Dan a...''generous nudge'', sending him staggering forward until the divider between floor and stage caught him. The fox looked back at his friend, then up at the dragon, who beckoned to the vulpine while slowly, deliberately, dragging his tongue across his lips.

Dan felt all of a sudden very vulnerable and out in the open, like a field mouse caught in an eagle's gaze. Er, a fox caught in a dragon's gaze, rather. The dragon beckoned again, flashing his teeth in a charming, yet aggressive smile. The word predatory bounced around in the fox's skull, but he pushed it aside; surely there had to be better words to describe that sharp, confident-bordering-on-arrogant, charming...predatory grin. Dan's breath caught in his throat. Dozens of pairs of eyes were fixated on him, he could feel them burning into his back, his face, his chest. Still, there was only one pair of eyes that had his full attention.

Dan shook his head to try and clear it. This was silly.  But when he looked back up into that amethyst gaze...almost on autopilot, the fox clamored over the divider and up onto the stage, finding himself face-to-face and body-to-body with the handsome dancer. ``Hey there, foxy,'' he whispered. His voice was like melted butter: smooth and easy on the ears, but deep and full. ``I saw you staring at me from the second I came out, you know,'' he continued, and Dan blushed a deep red that even his fur couldn't hide. This close, he could smell the dragon's musk, a natural masculine scent with just a hint of spice. The dragon smiled. ``...but I don't mind. Especially with someone as cute as you. The name's Damien. What's yours?'' Dan panted, his breath coming in short bursts. ``D-dan,'' the fox managed. This was...incredible. ``Well Dan,'' the dragon began, ``what say we get you out of those clothes?'' the Dragon - no, Damien licked his lips seductively, and Dan struggled for a response. ``H-hah...shouldn't you, uh, buy me dinner first?'' The predatory grin was back. ``Why, that's your job, cutie!'' The words puzzled Dan, but right now...right now, this moment was all that mattered. He gave a nod of approval.

Immediately, Damien wrapped his arms around the fox and rolled his draconic hips against his partner, leaving Dan feeling at the same time exposed and lecherous. With a small growl from the dragon and a firm, passionate surprise kiss, the latter easily won out. Dan tried to move a hand down to hook his waistband, but another, louder growl and a very strong grip from Damien stopped him and he instead settled for clutching at the small of the dragon's back. Damien broke the kiss, kneeling down and whispering, just audible over a few different proclamations of lust in the audience, ``Ever taken a cock up the ass before?'' Dan could feel his ears turn red now, almost glowing. ``A...a few times...'' His answer was clearly satisfactory, as Damien grinned and grabbed the fox's shirt, whispering just one more piece of instruction: ``Just follow my lead.''

The way Damien moved, Dan realized as the dragon swayed and stood up with the vulpine's shirt, as well as the way he pushed and pulled on the fox, putting both of their bodies to work, was entirely meant for the audience's pleasure. The dragon had a job to do after all, but that didn't mean that Dan couldn't enjoy it as well. The fox found himself swaying and moving with the dragon, earning himself a grin tinged with...was that pride? Appreciation, at least. Momentarily, his shirt blocked his vision, and when he could see again Damien's hands were reaching out to hold his sides. The dragon kneeled, beginning to plant kisses across the fox's stomach, tail swaying gently behind him. The fox's own tail was rapidly swishing from side to side, and he looked up, closing his eyes and exhaling. This was...incredib-

His train of thought was interrupted as he felt something powerful, warm, and wet pressing into his fur. He looked down to find, to his great surprise, that Damien was licking him. It almost seemed that he was...tasting him? No, no it had to be just part of the routine. Still, his mind wandered back to the dragon's earlier comment about dinner...no. It had to be some part of the show. Just a little bit of erotic fun for the audience's benefit. Surely?

Damien looked up, licking his lips. On his knees, the dragon dug his fingers into Dan's ass and pulled the fox forward, eliciting as his crotch ended up right in Damien's face. The dragon took a deep sniff and moaned, entirely unfazed, and used his claws to pinch the cloth of the fox's pants and pull them down inch by slow inch. Dan could feel the chilly air in the club hit his eager member first, fully erect as it was, which Damien grinned at. Just a few more pulls, and all of the fox's assets were revealed. His orange butt, fluffy white balls, and red rocket cock, all out and standing for the club to see. Damien pulled the pants the rest of the way down, inviting Dan to step out of them.

The fox complied, though he brought his tail between his legs to attempt to cover his bits despite both the rhythmic wagging of said tail and the egging on of the crowd. Damien stood up and swung around the fox, using him almost the same as the pole from earlier. Like a tool to make the show, Dan thought, but he pushed it away as he felt the dragon's hands come to rest on his hips and hot breath wash over his ear. ``Want to open up for me, little foxy?'' Damien teased, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles. Dan found his tail slowly removing itself from between his thighs, brushing against the dragon's belly as Dan himself began to bend over. Moments later the fox was on all fours, tail hanging in the air, feeling the dragon's hands wander closer to his entrance.

A single digit probed into his rear, and Dan felt himself clench around it before loosening again, fitting comfortably around the scaly finger. A little lower on his body, he could feel a rising heat just behind him. The heat came closer, brushing up against him and leaving a streak of wet on his butt. ``Ready, cute stuff?'' Damien asked, waiting for Dan's affirmative nod before the heat plunged into the fox's butt. Dan hissed, sucking air between his teeth as the intrusion pushed in, thick and so, so warm. He'd never had a dragon before.

 He could feel scaly hips meet his own, then draw back. Meet. Part. Meet. Part. Meet, part, meet, part, meet, part meet part meet part meet part meet part meet.

Dragon and fox alike settled into a steady rhythm, pushing and pulling, one inside the other. Fuck, he was so big! How Damien had managed to keep the member currently pounding his ass inside of the tiny leather cup was a mystery to him, but he certainly wasn't complaining. The dragon's meat was tickling his prostate in ways he hadn't even known were possible, feeling as if his insides were being completely rearranged and yet...there was some sort of other hunger in the mix too. A feeling of it being rushed, like the stud behind him had something else he wanted to get to, some other need he had to satisfy. For the time being though, Dan decided as a particularly forceful thrust sent shivers up his spine and turned his brain to a veritable mush, that wasn't his problem.

What rather was his problem was how close to release the dragon was. Indeed, Dan could feel the thrusts somehow increase in speed, Damien seeming to almost spasm rather than buck. Smiling through the pressure, Dan waited for just the right moment at a particularly deep thrust and clenched, hard. That did the trick. There was a roar, and suddenly the fox could feel his bowels flooding with thick, and hot. The extra fullness alone would have sent him over the edge, but the warmth spreading in his lower belly compounding with how it stuck to and moved against his insides sent him careening into his own explosive release, spurting a considerably smaller load across the stage. At the same time, he cried out, using his foxy vocal chords to their full range.

The two of them came down from their apexes together, settling into a comforting afterglow while they emptied themselves. Dan's tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth and he felt along his belly, very interested in how the fluid inside of him moved around with his every touch and completely overwhelmed by the brutish lovemaking he was just on the receiving end of. Damien was still throbbing inside of him, he could smell sex in the air, there was a profound warmth against his backside...it was too much for the little vulpine.

Damien's tongue was lolling out as well, but for a very different reason. It was time for the climax of his show, and...well, he couldn't keep his audience waiting any longer. Or himself, for that matter, he realized as his stomach growled. His floppy tongue swiped across his lips once more, and he pulled the fox up against his chest.

Dan was vaguely aware of someone - the dragon, he realized - moving him back, a growling sound, and a furnace-like warmth against his back. Then his world went dark and wet very, very quickly.

Damien had his jaws clamped around the fox's head, lips around his neck, but no response from the little thing. Too overwhelmed, the dragon supposed, chuckling and causing nearly everything Dan was touching to vibrate. Damien suckled around the fox, twisting him so they were chest to chest and his face was flat against the dragon's wet tongue. Damien then slathered his tongue across his prey's face and parted his jaws, moving further down.

Meanwhile, Dan was struggling to figure out exactly what was happening. He knew he was in Damien's maw, but why? Part of the show, maybe? Something seemed off about the way he was being handled, though. It was rough, brutelike, almost as if he were just a piece of meat. He felt the hot, sticky tongue snake out and begin to coat his chest with drool and slowly started to struggle halfheartedly, realizing he couldn't budge the jaws. This prompted heavier struggling, wiggling against the dragon, stopped from doing too much more for fear of being stabbed by the sharp teeth all around. ``Damien? Damien, can you let me out?''

The fox heard a moan all around him, cheers echoing from the crowd as the world shifted around him. Damien was standing up! Did that mean he was going to spit the fox out, maybe? Dan stopped his struggled, earning a solid gulp that trapped his head in the dragon's throat. ``Aaaa! Damien, let me out, please! I don't know what you're doing, please stop!'' The only answer was a small buck of the dragon's hips, pushing the fox deeper and reminding him of the thick rod still in his butt. The vulpine could feel the rippling motions of peristalsis around him, tugging at his fur.

A rumble bounced its way around the fox, almost unbearably loud. Damien's tongue was moving all around, holding his shoulders in place, getting drool all over his chest, even flicking back to feel Dan's chin. The fox wiggled again, eliciting a wet schlrk as he slipped just a little deeper. The development makes Dan almost frantic, scrabbling with his paws to try and find some purchase and drag himself out. A pair of strong hands grabbing his ankles, accompanied by an amused chuckle, put a stop to that. Instead, Dan had to settle for wiggling and fidgeting, completely at the dragon's mercy. At his predator's mercy.

Another gulp brings Dan's entire upper body into Damien's throat. A sharp pop! separated the dragon's cock from his hole and his tail fell limp, brushing against the sensitive member more than once as it sways beneath the orange rump. Dan's fingers are only just outside the dragon's maw, twitching just slightly, and the tongue doesn't rest. ``You must have tasted every bit of me by now!'' the fox cried, doing his best to sound convincing. ``You can let me out now! Please!'' There's a low, lewd groan from somewhere below Dan's head, and the throat yawns open before him, the motions of peristalsis reversing for a moment. He was filled with hope, maybe the dragon was letting him out, or something in his shampoo made the dancer sick, or...

Buuuuhhhhhhraaaaaaaaaaap!

The acrid, foul-smelling belch carried past Dan, making him wrinkle his nose at the odor, a preview of where he was about to go. The throat re-oriented itself, and he slipped a little further, surely bulging out Damien's throat by now. His fingers were inside the dragon's maw, slipping around as they tried in vain to find some semblance of grip. Another deep gulp echoes around him, sending his head into a slightly larger cavity and leaving his legs and butt just outside Damien's maw. He could feel fluid beginning to trickle out of his ass, dripping down his legs, onto the dragon's chest and maw, his tail draped over his predator's shoulder. A perfect view for the audience.

Inside the stomach was even more acrid than the burp. The muscle expanded and welcomed him eagerly, though he noted that it was still very, very tight. It kneaded at his face and rubbed a bit of drool that had made its way down into Dan's muzzle, causing him to grimace. Gross. It was completely empty, indicating that Damien probably hadn't eaten all day in perpetration for this. Jaira knew! Dan realized, thinking back to his interactions since the dancer had made his way out. From the start, this was planned! At the same time as he became angry with the cat for not warning him and even egging, he was filled with hope. The club couldn't just go around digesting patrons, could they?

Glllpp. Dan's thought process was interrupted as Damien swallowed again, dragging him in up to his knees and forcing him to curl into a foetal position. He could feel the dragon's tongue resting against his member, then poking around and twisting itself around his length! He tried to use his hands to swat at the tongue, but couldn't reach, resigned to letting Damien play with his manhood. To his credit, the dragon was good, squeezing and pushing and pulling in just the right places. A rumble of appreciation shook Dan's world, and the fox finished with a small buck of his hips. Damien gulped again.

The dragon appeared to want to finish his meal quickly, though he carefully clamped his jaws around the only remaining piece of his prey outside of him: the tail. Dan could feel Damien's hands press into his legs, feeling the fox, moving his body in all sorts of ways. To show me off, the vulpine realized, squirming a bit. It earned him a pat through the scales of Damien's belly, so he did it again. If he squirmed and made the show the best he could, maybe he's be able to get out sooner? He felt the jaws open around his tail, and one strong, final Gulp echo around him.

The rest of him emptied into the stomach, making him squirm to get comfortable. It really was much too tight, but he supposed it was what it was, at least until Damien could let him out. He felt the dragon rubbing his belly from the outside, hands trying to drink in every bit of the fox, indistinct bulges below a thin layer of dragon. Dan pushed out, seeing how much give he had, and barely expanded the stomach before he felt a clench and it contracted on all sides, squeezing him tightly. His world began to sway, and Dan realized that the dragon was still going on with his routine. ``Please...please let me out soon...'' He ran his paw along a contour in the belly. The only reply was a rumbling, satisfied buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrp.

Hours later, dragon with eyes of royal purple stood in a back alley, hand against the brick wall. He was leaning on it heavily, leaned forward to an almost dangerous degree. His head is hunched over, one hand on the bulging gut that neither his hoodie nor his sweatpants could contain. He pressed down on his belly for what had to be the third time that minute, trying to gauge its firmness. Earlier, he'd eaten a fox as part of his show, and only just gotten off the floor; it was nearly time for him to go home. There was no real problem, per se, if all his gut contained was fox soup - the patron had been wearing a red band, after all - but he hadn't been lying when he called the fox, Dan, he reminded himself, cute. Plus the participant had seemed eager enough, so assuming there was any Dan left, he might just have a vested interest in retrieving the fox. He pressed down again, still unsure, and directly addressed his gut.

``Dan? You still in there?''

There was a protracted Gworgllllllleee, followed by a shorter Glrrrrn, but...was that a kick he saw?

``Damien?'' A feminine voice called from the doorway. ``Someone wanted to-'' Whoever it was was interrupted by a very, very drunk clouded leopard staggering into the alleyway. ``Dsh...dam...dameen, I wntd tooooo...'' The cat trailed off, apparently mesmerized by Damien's rounded stomach. ``I...what I mean ish...'' He shook his head, as if to clear it. ``Thash my friend in there...I...I kinda...brought him with...with...without TELLIN' him, y'know?'' He tried to stumble closer, but had to catch himself on the doorframe. ``He din...din' know about the whol...eat thing, y'know, I kninda...kinna feel responsble...''

The feminine voice interjected again, a soft, furred hand catching the cat's shoulder. ``Come on kitten,'' she said, pulling him back through the door. ``The star's busy, and I haven't had dinner yet.'' The leopard tried to protest, but it only came out as a scattered jumble of syllables. He clutched the wall with one hand, his cheap, plastic wristband illuminated by the light streaming from inside the club. Red. It, too, disappeared, and the door slammed shut, leaving the dragon outside, gazing down at his distended, softly churning stomach.

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