“You need to hurry up and get dressed, Rin,” Sherly reminded her lapine friend. The six-year old feline was almost ready, only having to tie the green bikini top behind her back. The theatrical-looking dressing room was empty save for the two of them. Of course, the confounded bow was causing her all manner of trouble, and the only one available to help her, Rin, wouldn't actually be much help at all.
	“You need to quit moving my clothes around,” Rin shot back, “Where did you put my collar?” The tan-furred bunnygirl fumbled around the floor with a paw, clutching her bikini bottom with her toes and bending down to pick it up. “This IS mine, right?” she asked, blinking her steely grey eyes.
	“Yes, that's yours,” she replied, “just give me a second to finish this, and I'll be right there. . .got it!” She flipped her hair out of the way and let it fall over the bow, concealing it neatly. She adjusted her glasses and put a hand on Rin's shoulder to let her know she was there before lifting up the bunny's top and tying it behind her back. 
	“I'm not helpless, you know,” Rin reminded her with a sigh.
	“No,” Sherly agreed, “You aren't. What you are, though, is late. And so am I. Now let me just put this collar on you, and lets head upstairs.” She fastened the choker around her friend's neck. It was a lovely thing – a pair of elegant silver bands with a thin, almost lace-like design. Smooth teal gemstones surrounded the central clasp, which was attached to a golden rope. The other end connected to Sherly's (identical) collar, showing the two girl-cubs as a packaged deal. It also prevented Rin from  getting lost in the crowds – after all, she was blind. To complete the outfit, Sherly wrapped a black silk blindfold around Rin's head. It prevented either of them from having to answer awkward questions about why she was fumbling around.

	The thumping music of the club upstairs could be felt almost before it could be heard. Sherly parted the curtain and walked out onto the floor. It was a fairly small crowd tonight. A dozen or so cubs of varying ages worked their way through a crowd of just as many potential suitors. The ones in green, like Sherly and Rin, talked and drank their way into the pants of their adult clients, while the ones in red shifted uncomfortably as the older males towered over them. The club was fond of colour-coding the girls – the ones in green had the authority to turn down a client that made them uncomfortable, while the ones in red had no such power. The fact that most of the 'red' girls were a good deal younger – some had to be carried around in the crook of an older girl's arm, for example – only added to their helplessness.
	As soon as the pair were up the stairs, a patron at the bar waved them over with a drink in hand. He was a silver fox, tall, well-dressed, with black fur covering his ears, his arms and most of his face. A bushy, white-tipped tail flicked from below the stool. “Good evening, ladies,” he grinned, giving the pair a wily grin. Sherly hopped up onto a barstool with some effort, leaving Rin to stand on the floor.
	“Hiya!” she replied, leaning forward with both hands planted between her legs. The silver fox was slightly taken aback by the cub's forwardness, but quickly took a liking to her. 
	The three of them got to talking, and only when the screech of a little husky pup interrupted them did the fox remember what he was here for. He turned towards the source of the sound and saw the husky-cub in question bent right over a barstool, her puffy little tail pushed right up along her back as a dusky-coloured lizardfolk shoved his ridged cock right between her legs. The husky pup didn't look much older than a toddler – she was probably still supposed to be in diapers! High-pitched, urgent whines filled the air as the 'client' pushed as much meat as possible between her fluffy, matted thighs, ridge after painful ridge. She whined harder when he tried to pull out. Her delicate passage gripped those ridges in a vain attempt to hold him in place, but instead it looked like he had to hold HER in place to keep her from slipping off the stool!
	The silver fox winced, preening the fluff near his ear. “Do you mind if we go someplace a little quieter?” he grinned. The poor little husky was the perfect excuse to get the girls to somewhere a little more private. Sherly nodded to the stage with a sly grin. 
	“No privacy here,” she replied. Rin giggled.
	“What are you dragging me into?” she asked, pulling herself along the leash until she had her hand on Sherly's shoulder.
	“Feel for yourself,” she replied, moving the hand from her shoulder to the fox's jeans. Rin giggled again. 
	“Feels like you caught a whopper!” she replied, tagging along behind as Sherly took the hand of her 'catch' up onto the stage. 
	The 'performance' started almost immediately. The silver fox got down on his hands and knees as soon as he was onstage, growling playfully and nipping at Sherly's bottoms with his teeth, swiftly tugging them off. Rin fumbled with the fox's jeans from underneath him, undoing his belt and rendering him nude from the waist down with a single, swift motion. She investigated that bright red fox-cock with her sensitive bunny nose, playing her own game of trying to figure out exactly what species she was dealing with. Of course, as soon as his knot started to swell under her tongue's affections, she started guessing.
	“Doggy?” she guessed, looking to where she thought Sherly might be. 
	“Nope!” Sherly shot back, “Guess again!”
	Rin pressed her dainty little tongue all along the thick, fleshy member, bringing her hands up behind the knot to get a better idea of his size. “Certainly some sort of canine,” she mused, earning a chuckle from the male as soon as he removed his nose from Sherly's groin.
	“Not quite!” he replied.
	Rin furrowed her brow. “Oh come on,” she protested, “In that case he must be a fox . . .but he's so big!” 
	The silver fox chuckled, taking that as a welcome compliment. “Care to find out just how big?”  he replied. Rin nodded eagerly, working her bikini-bottom off and crawling onto all fours beneath him. The fox didn't waste time. He scooted back away from Sherly's groin and grabbed Rin's hips, pushing the tip of his foxhood right between her creamy little thighs. She whimpered as soon as she felt her tender lips stretch around the tapered tip.
	Sherly was quick to take advantage of the fox's divided attention. She quickly stole away backstage and returned moments later with a stool. She clambered on top of it with some difficulty and positioned her snatch almost perfectly at head-height with the fox, spreading her glistening lips with her fingers. The silver fox took the bait, pushing his muzzle into her crotch and pressing her tongue between her tight little folds. Sherly squealed in delight. Rin could only moan in response, her voice almost hiccuping with each thrust of the fox under her tail.
	“Too . . .big!” Rin grunted, gripping the stage with her fingers. The fox pushed her torso down to keep her in place, using the other hand to steady himself as he began to eat Sherly out. Sherly groaned loudly, trying not to fall off the stool. She was quickly steadied by the fox's hand around her back, which meant he was putting most of his weight on the poor bunny beneath him.
	Another stifled cry broke the fox's concentration. This one came from across the room – an equine on a barstool had gotten a hold of a little lamb-girl, no more than an infant by the size of her. The stallion had her by the ankles and was holding her upside down, pushing her mouth around the flared head of his cock. She could hardly even swallow the tip, but that didn't seem to bother the equine much. He just kept pushing, rolling his hips forward while keeping a firm hand on the back of her head to stifle her cries for mercy.
 	Sherly reminded the fox what he was supposed to be doing with an insistent tap on the shoulder.
	“Oh right,” he sighed with a small laugh, “Sorry.” He pushed his muzzle to her thighs again, opening his mouth with a lustful 'aahn' sound. Sherly gasped, feeling the warm, wet tongue press right against her clit.
	“Just like that,” she crooned, leaning back against the back of the stool, “Just. . . like. . . that!”
	Rin was having decidedly less fun of a time. She was holding onto the legs of the stool for dear life as the fox railed her into the stage floor. She could feel his cock pounding against something deep inside her, slamming against her cervix and almost crushing her chest into the hardwood stage. There was something else, too – something big and hard, pushing against her slit from the outside. She imagined it was his knot, swelling up and hammering away at her hips. The immense ball of muscle was rubbing against her clit with each heavy shove. She rolled her hips, desperate to get just a little more stimulation out of those heavy, brutish thrusts before her climax hit her like a tidal wave. All of a sudden the little bunny was practically shrieking with glee, shoving a hand between her legs and rubbing it against her little pearl in an attempt to hold onto her peak as long as possible. 
	Sherly couldn't help but cackle as she tugged on the fox's soft ears, trying to use them as handlebars to steer his tongue around. He seemed rather uncooperative for the most part, unfortunately – that tongue of his was never quite where she wanted it to be, and it made it awfully hard for her to get off. As soon as she heard her friend cum, she took command. 
	“Alright, Rin, you've had your fun, now c'mere, big boy!” She tugged the fox's ears away from her crotch. Reluctantly, he agreed, licking the sweet nectar off his lips with a wink. 
	The fox pulled out of the blind bunny with a loud schlurp, leaving a thin trail of glistening fluid across the stage floor. He stood up, leaving Rin to quiver while he took a step closer to Sherly with throbbing cock in hand.
	“Greedy little girl,” he grinned, pushing her little petals apart with the tapered head of his length. It slid in surprisingly easily, and Sherly responded with an eager gasp, wrapping her arms around the back of the chair to hold herself in place.
	“And don't be shy with that knot, either,” she winked, “I want it all!”
	The fox seemed only too happy to oblige. He grabbed the back of the chair and pulling himself towards it, burying himself in the tiny body. She took him – all of him – like a champ. Her slippery lips kissed the tip of his knot gently, briefly, before it was swallowed up as well. Her midsection bulged, and the fox's tongue lolled out of his mouth in an almost mindless state of arousal. Sherly was in heaven. She moved her hands onto her belly, pressing down on the fox's immense bulge, feeling it twitch and throb. She hardly dared move.
	“Yes!” she squeaked, “All of it!” She felt like he was practically basting her brain with the size of that thing. He was thrusting gently, wanting all that pressure behind his knot, but not so much to pop free and waste it. Sherly gripped her belly, holding onto the knot and tugging it back and forth, giving what could almost pass for a handjob.
	THAT certainly got the fox going. He let out an amorous, squeaky bark as his bright cock erupted inside her, filling her to the absolute brim with thick ropes of white, sticky goo. Sherly didn't waste a drop – the fox's knot made sure of that.
	Sherly felt like she was literally swimming in bliss. She was so full, she swore if she sneezed, it would come out her nose. She was only barely aware of herself being lifted off the chair and held close to the fox's toned chest. 
	“Well, looks like you're my date for the night,” she heard him say, “Would you care for a drink?”