July 11th, 2013




The multicolored, ramshackle Camaro’s rumble echoed in the alley behind Gunnar’s Gym as he weaved into the dark underground parking lot.  He clicked the headlights on as he pulled into the unlit, barely paved lot beneath the gym.  He kept his eyes open, watching in the dark corners where people tended to like to hide.   


They’d caught more than a few taggers in there, which were usually fine.  They liked to run rather than fight or pull anything crazy.  He’d heard that they’d caught a couple of walkers in there with customers but he’d never been party to it.  That can be hairier because most of [i]them[/i] are drugged out or on their last legs anyway, more likely to pull some “I AIN’T GOIN’ BACK TO PRISON” bullshit and either stab somebody or run into the night naked.  They’d only gotten a real problem once, and that was before Doug, Fred, or Dennis was ever there.  As far as he knew some young stallion had pulled a knife on Anne, and got away missing his knife, a finger, and the bigger half of his tail.  It looked empty today, though. 


He drove straight to the tiny nook between the large concrete support and the red brick wall that just barely accommodated the size of his Camaro.  He kept on until the nose barely bumped the rear wall, the support perfectly located to block his door, with barely inches of clearance on either side.  He put it in park and turned it off, then put the passenger side seat down as he turned around.  He tossed his duffle into the trunk and climbed into the back seat, opening the hatch by the emergency latch and starting to climb out clumsily on his belly.  Once he made it far enough, he turned around and slid down onto his feet and pulled the duffle bag out.  He looked around and peeled his hoodie off, thinking it a little bit too much for the warm, humid day before throwing it in the trunk and pulling the lid down.  


He jogged out of the dark lot and into the alley.  When he had pulled up earlier he had noticed a couple of people already waiting on him to open the front doors, looking huffy in their fashion athletic wear.  They watched him, arms crossed and shoulders shrugged as he rounded the corner.  One was a grey poodle in yellow and white, built like a pole with no discernable extra muscle or fat anywhere.  The other was a paint mare who had a little extra in the belly, just slightly, but very thick, strong legs with large thighs.  Her breasts weren’t that large, along with most of her upper body, giving her a slightly over exaggerated pear shape which was probably why she was attending in the first place.   


“ARE YOU IN CHARGE HERE!?”  The poodle hollered out before he could even get within reasonable talking distance.  “You are fifteen minutes late!  I’m not paying you guys money to stand around waiting on you to unlock the door.”  Her voice was high pitched and somewhat nasal, her pale blue eyes bugging out of her head.  


The mare remained quiet with her arms crossed over her chest.  She looked at Doug desperately, with a face that screamed [i]Please God, make her shut up.[/i]  Her braided tail swung behind her, swatting at the air and showing her growing irritation.  


Doug nodded and put on the best smile he could at eight in the morning.  “I’m very sorry, miss, let me hurry and let you ladies inside.”  He nodded as he walked to the front door, rummaging through his pocket for the keys to the front door.  


“It’s about time!  Where is Ms. Gunnarsdottir anyway?  Isn’t this her gym?  She was here when I signed up.”  The poodle continued to rant behind him as he finally got the door unlocked and headed inside, holding it open for the two women. 


“Please come in, I’ll get the lights on and the A/C started in just a minute.”  He waved them in politely as he held the door, smiling politely.  


“It’s about time!  I mean seriously you’d think with a place this big you guys would get your shit together.  I mean come on it’s-”  She continued the whole time she walked into the back to the treadmills.  


“Thank you, sir.”  The mare smiled down at him as he let the door shut.  


“No worries.  You can go ahead and get started if you like, there’s enough light coming in the front windows.  I’ll get the lights on first then change into my work clothes, and be ready to offer you all any assistance you need.  Please just stay off of the weight equipment until I’m there to observe.”  He turned his back to her and headed straight back from the front door, past the counter of the small shopping area where they sold entry-level athletic gear and some dietary supplements.  His fluffed tail swung behind him as he walked, his skinny, muscular frame clung tight by his slightly too small shirt and his similarly undersized pants.  She watched his ass as she started to walk after him, to the showers. 


“I think I’m going to back to the showers and wait for awhile.  You know, give our friend some time to cool off?”  As he stopped at the bay of light switches beside Anne’s office she brushed her hand across his back.  Doug just nodded, trying not to give her any encouragement.  


He knew he was somewhat attractive and it’s easy for some people to get the wrong idea.  Most everyone, male or female had some kind of hang-ups about their self-image, and a common way for them to affirm their attractiveness seemed to be judging themselves by how attractive a partner they could attract.  When Dennis around, that worked fine, but Doug was attached and definitely wanted to stay that way.  He shook his head and headed on back to the mens’ lockers to get ready quickly.  


Since he was actually working he couldn’t just walk around in a gi anymore.  Anne had given him a blue-with-yellow-striped pair of gym shorts and a matching yellow shirt with the gym’s logo on it.  He went straight to his locker and threw his duffle bag down in front of it to dig out the shorts and shirt that made his new uniform.  He stripped his tshirt and threw it in his locker before going through his pockets, setting the essentials on the shelf inside.  First was his phone, but he would retrieve that if need be.  The second was his knife, which he’d keep clipped on the waistband of his shorts, and third was his pistol, which he sat by itself toward the back.  Once all of that was out of his pockets he pulled his pants off, standing nude as he wadded them up like his shirt and threw them on top of it in the bottom of his locker.  Finally from his duffle bag he pulled a compression short and athletic cup combo, which he stepped into quickly.  He zipped up his bag and pushed it in his locker, then proceeded to put on his shorts, then his shirt, clip his knife in his waistband and the same for his phone, tieing the waistband tight around them.  


As he shut his locker and locked it he heard the shower turn on, his ears twitching back for his head to follow them.  An eyebrow raised, he was sure no one else had come in since he’d come back, but he could have been mistaken.  Then again they could have had an over nighter, a homeless kid that came in sometime in the afternoon and stayed the night because they didn’t have anywhere else.  He felt like he had to check, since something like that could get the gym in huge trouble if anyone found out, and the inherent dishonesty in that kind of turned him off of it.  He hooked his thumb in  his waistband as he turned to go back to the showers, palming his knife and concealing it at once.

“Hey, who’s back here?  I didn’t see anyone else co-...”  He stopped in mid-sentence and just stared for a moment at the paint mare, at least the portion of her he could see. Her back was to him, her braided tail hiding nothing as she was bent over scrubbing her legs.  His eyes were uncontrollably drawn to her tailhole and pussy, pale pink and glistening wet like most of her body under the running water, her soft flanks jiggling as she washed herself.  Her tail swatted swinging water, and her ears flickered and turned toward him.  She knew he was there, but didn’t acknowledge him.  


She was a tovero, most of her body being white with a dark, reddish brown head, and a few small splotches of dark brown on her stomach, the inside of her right thigh and her left forearm.  She had a small lock of dark brown running through the center of her tail as well, making one line of dark brown fur woven through the braid.  As he stared, mouth agape mostly in surprise, her head turned back to look at him, her bright blue eyes shining a little as she smiled seductively at him.  “Oh no~”  She feigned surprise even worse than an actress in a porno.  “I thought this was the ladies’ locker.”  She turned to face him, not bothering to cover herself.  On her front was a mostly pink and almost furless belly, pale pink nipples mounted on those small-but-perky breasts, and surprisingly, a pair of small pink nipples above and on either side of her pussy.  


Through the visual distraction he was able to process the obvious lie, thinking [i]Yeah, because the overpowering scent of ballsweat and all the male names on the lockers didn’t clue you in...[/i]  “I’m-”  he swallowed hard as he noticed her lowers winking at him, “I’m sorry miss but you cannot be in here.  I will wait in the lockers and prevent any other male patrons from coming in until you’re able to dry off and get dressed.” He turned around and walked back into the lockers quickly, shaking his head violently hoping to clear the pictures and thoughts from his head.  


He sat on the bench closest to the door with his back to the showers, hoping she’d be dressed by the time she came by and he’d be spared another peak at her.  He heard the dull clop of rubber-shoed hooves walking behind him and breathed a sigh of relief that she’d at least put a little hurry into it.  He felt a hand brush across his shoulder and looked up just quick enough to catch her slipping behind him.  He started to stand but she put both hands on his shoulders and lightly pushed him down.  “I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.  Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”  She leaned down and nuzzled at his ear, hot breath rolling out of her nostrils, making him shudder and his ears twitch.  


“You can get out on the floor and start your workout for the day, miss.”  He said as politely as he could as he started to get more and more frustrated with this situation.  


She nodded slightly and gave his ear a lick before pushing a business card into the shoulder of his shirt and stood up, smacking his back with her still wet and heavy tail.  “Call me whenever you want, sexy~”  She made the phone sign with her thumb and pinkie as she walked out, a broad smile on her face as her wide hips swung.  


“I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” He yelled futilely as he stood up and snatched the card out of his shirt.


[center]Ashlii Stringfield
In-Home Masseuse
xXxAsStringfieldxXx@fmail.com
865-555-0185[/center]


[i]Yeah… masseuse…[/i] He ripped the card to pieces and threw it in the trash as he walked out of the locker room.  


His chores didn’t take him very long, mostly getting the A/C on, having all the tv’s on, the main radio for the building on, and being sure everything was stocked and in its place.  He had a mostly uneventful day after the incident in the showers, only getting a few sideways glances from the mare in the hour or so she was there.  Besides that he had the few regulars in, sold some powdered supplements, sold a pair of pants to replace a musclehead’s ripped pair, readjusted the weights of several machines for one of the new members, taught him some basics and gave him encouragement.  More or less an average day for a small gym.  Accept it wasn’t a small gym.  


They had a bay of punching bags, two boxing rings, one at 25 feet and the other at 16.  They had more weight machines than the big chain gym that was closer to Kingston Pike, even though many of them were old they were in good repair.  The only machines that gave them any trouble were the newer ones, particularly the treadmills, treadclimbers, and one elliptical machine that had a particularly bad habit of locking up like someone pulled the E-break, causing light injuries in more than a few people before they finally had to lock it up until it could be repaired.  The plastic on the treadmills were almost all cracked or broken in some way or another but all were functional.  In spite of that though, people refused to use the treadmills with cosmetic damage for whatever reason.


Once the clock struck 4:45pm he made everyone aware of the temporary schedule again, having had to do so every night since Anne and the rest left.  With his other job and his life in general, he couldn’t afford to stay at the gym until eleven every night.  “The gym closes in fifteen minutes.  Whether you are ready to leave at five or not, you will.”  He walked to the back, turning off the A/C and beginning to shut off the lights and televisions, bringing the barely dozen people that were inside to the back to quickly clean up and get dressed. 


Doug took the opportunity to change as well, deciding to shower at home  and worry more about getting out in time to go pick up Frankie from school.  He took his phone and knife out and sat it up, stripping quickly out of his work clothes and putting his jeans and tshirt, putting his knife, pistol and phone in his pockets before loading his duffel bag back up and shutting and locking the locker.  By the time he was ready he found himself alone in the mens’ locker.  He walked out into the hall and looked around, seeing no one around, and crossed the hall to the women’s locker room.


“ANYONE IN HERE?!”  He hollered into the womens’ locker room as he knocked on the door.  Hearing no reply he opened the door and hollered again, “IS THERE ANYONE IN HERE?!”  Again, he heard no reply, so he stepped inside and checked the locker before heading back out to turn off all the lights and lock up before going out the front door to leave.  As he went back down an alley he kept his head on a swivel and a hand on his pistol as he headed back into the dark parking lot.  He drew his flashlight out of his left hip pocket and checked the dark corners this time, not having the benefit of his car’s headlights this time.  It was empty again, lucky enough, and he headed back to his camaro, unlocked the trunk and climbed back in, shut it behind him, and backed out to drive back to UT. 



BREAK




Francine walked straight into John C. Hodges Library from the street where Doug dropped her off, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she dodged the somewhat hectic morning traffic.  She was just glad it was Summer and not as bad as usual.  Once across the street she quickly ran into the library and up the large stone stairs inside.  She found the books she had been looking for, a set of equal parts sociology and history textbooks, and ran to the nearest nook to make a nest and pull out her laptop hurriedly skimming through the Contents sections as she opened up her word processor of choice and started her introduction.  


An hour and 5,293 words later Francine Hart finished her final paper for the summer semester, leaving it to be checked for spelling and plagiarism, for perfect Chicago style citation and formatting, and for sources later.  The third and final of her papers for the summer semester, finished a good month before it was due, leaving nothing for her to worry about but studying for exams.  She saved everything and put the books away, cleaning up her nest to walk to class.  


Things a school were uneventful for the most part.  She dressed quietly and worked hard, not pulling her nose out of her computer to take notes or her book to read ahead.  She made the obligatory small-talk now and again, but she tried her best to keep to herself.  The idea of anyone at school finding out what she did for a living, especially since they were people that she may end up working with, scared the hell out of her.  It was bad enough being on stage almost every night, risking meeting classmates, teachers, or faculty, but it was something else entirely to be outed as a stripper to people who would be her peers for years to come.  She switched classrooms a couple of times, already having it down to habit more than anything else.


As she sat on the hard benches in stadium seating, and in the uncomfortable desk chairs, she could feel the soreness and the light tingle in her lowers left by her canine lover.  She smiled warmly into space and rubbed her thighs together idly, almost feeling like he was there with her.  She could almost still feel him sloshing inside her, but she was sure that was just wishful thinking.  One hand lighted on her belly gently and the smile on her face faded as she sunk back behind her laptop.  


Before long Francine’s classes for the day were over and she had made it to the benches in front of Hess Hall, waiting for Doug to pick her up.  It was times like this, sitting and waiting alone on campus, that she wished that they could afford cell phones.  Finally after what felt like an hour of waiting alone his rumbling machine came up the hill.  She jumped up and ran to the edge of the curb waiting on him to pull up, the shape of her body completely concealed by the hooded sweatshirt that fit her so frumpily and the loose skirt that hid the shapes of her legs.


Doug leaned over the center console and opened the door for her, craning his head to look up at her.  “Where are you goin’, sexy?”  He licked his lips lewdly and made his best skeezy expression, which Frankie recognized as a mostly faithful imitation of Dennis from the gym.  


“I’m goin’ home, stud.  You think you wanna give a girl a ride?”  She turned her rump to face him as she sat down, shivering a little as he let his face brush against her thigh and up her side as she flopped down. “Hehe-Hey!  What do you think you’re doing?”  She said as she wrapped an arm around his head, roughing his headfur and ears as he looked up at her with a broad smile.  He licked across her cheek and moved back into the drivers’ seat to put it in drive and head back to their apartment before they got a ticket.  




BREAK




They went straight home and both showered together.  It took all they had to keep from ravish each other again but they knew it was a bad idea.  Doug needed to rest a little while at least after his full day of working out tiring his body and dealing with customers exhausting his mind.  Francine didn’t need the extra exertion before work either, or the clumsy wobbliness that he always seemed to leave her with.  They’d tried it once before and it ended in her spinning almost immediately off the pole and face first offstage onto the floor.  


She sat quietly against the door of the Camaro on the drive, listening to Doug’s recounting of his day.  She barely listened as most of it was completely uninteresting to her.  She enjoyed fitness, but the focus on power and weightlifting didn’t matter much to her.  Besides that, most of the stories from the gym were the “You had to have been there” kind, so she rarely got the full effect.  But she loved watching him talk anyway.  He had an enthusiasm for almost everything that was so charming to her.  They stopped at a redlight and Doug turned to look at her.  He stopped mid-sentence and smiled at her widely, making her blush. 


“What are you smiling at?”  She turned to look at the road, cutting her eyes back to see him still staring at her with that smile.  “Stop staring at me you creep!”  She kicked his ribs playfully.  “Watch the road, the light’s green.”  She said as she put her footpaw on his face and turned him to look at the road.  


“Yes ma’am.”  He nipped her heel making her squeek and pull her foot away.  


“You asshole!”  She put both feet in his lap and relaxed in his hoodie and the same dress she’d worn to school all day. She had her outfits and all the perfume and makeup she needed at work, so she didn’t need to change any at home.  “So how long till Anne gets back again?”  She let her dextrous feetpaws kneed his thighs idly as she rested an elbow on the dashboard.  


“Supposed to be back the 17th.”  Once they made it onto Interstate 40 he put a hand on her paws and rubbed them softly, smiling at the road as they drove silently.


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They arrived at the Rabbit Hole easily on time, parking behind the dark purple painted brick building.  Jenny Hueber’s primered grey second-generation chevy van sat there between two generic japanese coupes.  The rear doors of the van were sitting open and the plump older european hare was sitting on the wooden floor sucking on an E-cig, nodding at the ground.   Standing across from her were two of the other girls.  Lilly Glover, a sandy brown greater egyptian jerboa with shoulder length, straight, black hair with hot pink highlights.  She was a kind of top-heavy girl, with very large C’s mounted to a small, slender frame.  She was less than five and half feet, and three feet of her height was made up of long, slender, legs with large poofs covering her paws.  Her tail was much longer than the rest of her, maybe six feet, with a large black poof on the end of her tail, and a matching hot pink tip.  The other girl was a Black-Tailed Jackrabbit named Marta Valdovinos, the tallest of the group even not counting her almost two foot tall ears.  She had very full, curly brown hair, and a perfect hourglass silhouette formed by her too-big-to-be-real breasts and her naturally large hips and thighs.  


“But like, you don’t know what it’s like!  He’s cute, and he’s smart, and he thinks I’m amazing and pretty and-” Lilly went on before being interrupted by the jackrabbit.  


“Tch, so?  ‘e don’ gotta be smart to tell jou jou’re pretty, and I’ve seen the pictures on jour facebook, he’s NOT cute.”   She said in an odd sounding half-southern half-Mexican accent.  “He looks like a girl.”  She added with a slight venom in her voice.  


“Hey, he really thinks I’m hot, and he knows a bunch of smart stuff like when Shakespeare was born and... all of those old plays, and about classical music and, umm... he’s always going on about these churches and cathedrals in Rome and Paris and London and... Prague all kinds of other stuff.”  She said with a huff, after many pauses trying to remember the things he’d talk about that she could only vaguely understand.


“And another thing!  He’s a Sophomore.  So.. what, nineteen?  You’re twenty-two!  That’s just weird!”  She shrugged her shoulders and turned down to the seated hare.  “Tell her, Jen!”  


For the first time in the whole conversation the older hare turned her head up, whipping her hair to one side as she pulled the E-cig out of her mouth and exhaled the peppermint vapor.  “Okay… first… Lilly, your boyfriend does look like a girl, and he acts like one, but if that floats your boat go for it.”  


“Hah!”  Marta nodded triumphantly, her short tail bouncing as she did.  


“Don’t think I think you’re right.  You have NO… NO room to tell anyone about their choices in men.”  She laughed as she stood up, the black, eleventh gen Cadillac pulled in and triple parked.  


Doug and Francine had been standing nearby listening to the whole thing.  Francing giggled quietly and Doug clucked at them, bobbing his head and flapping his arms as he walked to the back door.  Francine shoved his shoulder and laughed as she followed him, her long tail twitching behind her.  “Shut up Doug!”  He laughed and his tail wagged as he turned a little and put his arm around her, pulling her into him as they walked on.  


“That’s just disgusting.”  Marta made a quiet gagging noise.  


“It is not!  It’s sweet!”  Lilly walked to the door after them as Jenny shut her van doors and put her E-cig in her pocket.  


As they all started towards the back door together an old black rat climbed out of the caddy and dusted off his faded black slacks before slamming the door shut, walking up behind everyone slowly with a simple black cane.  He had a lot of grey around his mouth and down his neck leading into the collar of his black dress shirt.  He wore silver cufflinks and a dark grey tie with a matching pin.  Over everything he wore a dark burgundy paisley printed vest.  “Alright ya buncha cluckin’ hens I’ll letcha in the coop.”  They all muttered and groaned as he unlocked the door, beginning the evening at the Rabbit Hole Gentlemens’ Club.  




BREAK




Jeremy Summers started his day bright and early at five am.  Between classes and the rigorous training for baseball, his summer schedule was busy.  from the second he got up till nearly four in the afternoon, his every moment was planned and outlined, even with meals and supplements scheduled for every day of the week.  But, he hadn’t expected any less when he accepted a scholarship to one of the top teams of SEC baseball.  At five o’clock his last workout ended and he didn’t have any more classes, leaving him the rest of the day to study and unwind.  


The first thing he did was head back to his dorm.  He’d had the luck of having his roommate be a no-show, and been even more lucky to have them drag their feet replacing them, leaving him with his own private dorm for the last two semesters.  He looked around his room, taking a deep breath trying to decide how he was going to spend the next little while unwinding.  He looked upon the mountain of clothes burying his hamper, the mini fridge that contained as much as it could possibly handle while still having nothing that would constitute something close to a meal, and the hotplate with the solitary pot for ramen.  He shrugged and walked to this desk chair and flopped down, pulling out his phone to send out mass texts.  


<friends>: Anything going on tonight?  Getting cabin fever need something to do.


[Joseph]: Sorry mate. Got the girl comin over.


[Desmond]: *pat pats yous head* sowwy.


[Aston]: Hangin out in my underwear playin vidja games. Grab some snacks and come over.


[Nate]: Sorry, fell asleep at keyboard. What happened?


<Aston>: If u got away from those games, u could b a starter, or find sum pussy. No1 wants 2 c that. N did u eat my last ramen?


<Joseph>: Good on u. Weren’t u supposed 2 work?


<Nate>: Stop stayin up so late lookin @ porn.


<Desmond>: *puts on a hat* Goin out. Call me if u wanna hang.


He turned his phone on silent, not particularly wanting involved in the conversation he’d just started among his friends.  [i]Holy shit why do I hang out with these people…?[/i]  He threw his phone up on the bed and turned the radio on, leaning back in his chair and spinning idly as he stared at the tile ceiling.  


“START OFF YOUR WEEKEND EARLY AT THE RABBIT HOLE, KNOX COUNTY’S BEST GENTLEMENS’ CLUB!  2 FOR ONE LAP DANCES, TWO GIRLS AT ONCE OR TWO DANCES FOR THE PRICE OF ONE SONG, HALF PRICED BEER, AND EVERY THIRD SHOT IS FREE!  LOCATED CONVENIENTLY JUST OFF OF KINGSTON PIKE AT KITUWAH TRAIL!  OPENS AT 6, LAST CALL AT 2:30!”  


He sat up and looked at the radio for a second, then pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.  He fingered through it, counting 60 dollars and his credit card.  He took out a 20 and set it out, folding his wallet back up and putting it back in his pocket.  He rolled up the other twenty and shoved it in the top of his sock just in case.  He got up and stripped quickly, going to the closet and looking through his hanging and rolled up clothes.  “Okay…”  


An hour of primping and preening later he found himself dressed.  Loose fitting jeans with light fading, a UT athletic T that showed off his toned upper body well, and a long sleeve plaid shirt.  For shoes he had perfect, sterile white K-Swiss sneakers with Vols Orange laces.  He checked himself out in his mirror up and down, front and back, being sure everything was right and in place.  He patted his ass pocket to check his wallet was still there and grabbed his phone off the bed before finally heading out.  


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Jeremy pulled into the parking lot, just a little while after the club had opened.  There were already a few cars parked randomly scattered through the lot.  He found one that was near enough to the door and within eyeline of the bouncer and parked his black, well kept G8 as carefully as he could within the faded, ill-defined parking space.  He got out and triple-checked that he locked it as he walked to the front door, clicking the button on the fob as he held onto it in his pocket.  The bouncer looked… capable, but not particularly intimidating.  He was a scrappy mutt-looking dog, who was lanky and toned but didn’t seem to have anywhere near the muscle mass that a job like this would dictate.  The cliche’d [i]I could take him[/i] thought crossed his mind as he walked up, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.  


“Do you have any outside alcohol, knives, firearms, or other weapons on your person?”  Doug stood in his black SECURITY tshirt with a cheap blazer over it and new, clean, and ironed ballroom jeans.  He held his hand out to take Jeremy’s ID, checking it closely before giving it back.  


“Nope,” he said, tucking his license away, “just here for a good time.”


“Please put your legs at shoulder width and your arms out parallel with your shoulders.”  Doug said with a level, authoritative monotone as he retrieved a cheap wand metal detector from behind him.  “I need to wand you.”


Jeremy sighed and did so, spreading his legs and raising his arms.  Doug made quick work of it, running over the trouble areas twice, the waist, groin, armpits, and the insides of his legs, coming up clean and turning the wand off.  “You can go ahead inside.”  Doug backed off and took his place by the door again, opening it for Jeremy, letting the outdated 80s rock leak out into the night.  


“Yeah, thanks.”  Jeremy quickly walked inside, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness.  As the door shut behind him and closed off the fresh air, the smell of tobacco and stale beer assaulted his nose.  The only parts of the club that had lights were the stage, the sidestage, and the ATM and bar, the rest was dim, and oddly full for the few cars that were out.  Most of the people there were his age or roundabouts, college age that probably carpooled, although it looked like there were one or two geezers in the crowd as well.  


He wasn’t particularly focused on the bar or the patrons, though.  On the stage, distracting his attention, was a full-figured, very nimble red squirrel, using the pole like a natural, spinning, twirling, hanging upside down from it, giving the most… amazing views of her fine body.  She was doing some kind of rendition of the dance of seven veils, but obviously he appeared bear the end of it.  There were only two of the thin, sheer fabric cloths still left on her body, a dark colored one hanging over and concealing her face, and a more see-through pink one over her pussy, concealing next to nothing.  


He stumbled across the floor to the other side of the room, aiming for a booth out of the way.  He followed the tables and guard rails with his hands as his eyes remained locked on the gorgeous squirrel as she deftly used her tail to conceal herself from behind, her poses implying the most scandalous views if only they were unobstructed.  He turned away for a second as he made it to a booth finally and sat down, leaning back and watching the rest of the show.  


She crouched down with her back against the pole, her left arm stroking up it gently as her other slipped behind her back.  She thrust her hips towards the audience slowly, rolling her body as she tugged the knot in the back loose, and let the veil fall, completely revealing her glistening, pale pink lips.  She held onto the pole with her paws and began pushing herself up, sliding her back up the pole and arching back against it, pushing herself out.  She readjusted her grip on the pole, only for a moment, and began lifting one of her feet ip, higher, and higher, wiggling her toes towards the audience at no one in particular before doing a complete split, with one leg on the ground and the other pointing towards the ceiling.  The paw that had been planted on the floor slowly lifted off the ground, her arms tensed and shook slightly as they supported her weight out from the bar.  She quickly dropped back down to one foot and bounced off of her toes, throwing both legs up to the pole and giving her enough force to spiral as she moved her support to her legs, releasing the pole with both hands and arching her back up, 


The music ended almost immediately to be replaced by a cacophony of catcalls and clapping as the stage was showered with a few dollar bills, a more than respectable amount for the amount of people that were there.  She gathered it all quickly and quickly left the stage, the lights dying the instant she left the stage.  Jeremy found himself clapping too, until the light finally died and darkness filled the room again.  


“Can I offer you a drink or any other refreshment, sir?”   Jeremy jumped slightly as the voice caught him by surprise.  He looked up to see the endowed jerboa looking down at him, a leather collar with a leather underbust corset and black lacy panties with frilly black garter belts holding up her hose.  Her tail wrapped around her waist and rested between her ample breasts, the bright pink tip drawing the eye naturally against the dark background.  As his eyes were drawn he noticed the glint of two silver bars piercing her tiny nipples, bringing them even more attention, as if they needed it.  


“Uh… I think I’m alright for now.  Um, do you ask the girl about a lap dance here, or can I request a dance from a particular girl in advance?”  He looked around, not seeing the red squirrel anywhere around.  


She giggled and turned to sit beside him, almost sitting in his lap.  “You listen to the radio, don’t you cutey?”  She poked his nose cutely, somehow not matching the way she was dressed at all.  


“Uh… yeah, I do.”  He looked her up and down, checking her out more.  She was cute, but the piercings and the way she was dressed was a little confusing.  Her voice and smile, the look in her eyes didn’t really look like the whole leather and lace type of girl, which he guessed could just be today’s costume but then there’s the nipple[a][b] bars…  His train of thought was interrupted by her slender paw landing on his thigh and giving it a firm squeeze.  


“Would you like a dance, sweetie?”  She kneaded his thigh as she looked up at him with big, almost innocent looking saucer eyes as her floof of tail rested on his lap.

“Umm… sure… but I’d like one from the squirrel that was on stage.”  He shifted in his seat, scooting down a little.  “How much are lapdances here?”


Lilly stood up and smiled down at him, letting her tail slide up his chest and tickle his chin before wrapping back around her waist.  “Thirty dollars a song, today the second song is free.”  She turned and started walking away, showing her full, toned rump swinging.  “I’ll tell Frankie, and if you decide you’d like something different for your second dance, I’ll be waiting.”  She kissed two fingers and waved them back at him, like blowing a kiss as she walked into the back of the club.  


A few minutes, maybe 5 but less than ten, the red squirrel finally came back out from the same door that Lilly left through.  Somehow they’d managed to frizz her flowing, curly hair in the five or ten minutes she’d been gone into a huge mop, catching the dim red neons that barely lit the room giving her a faint red glow about her, making her look even brighter red than before.  She had a few big bangley earrings hanging from her ears.  Her shirt was a cream colored TESLA concert T that was cut to pieces exposing more and more of her body.  The sleeves had been cut out, the collar looked like it had been ripped off, though all the edges looked ragged and ripped anyway.  The bottom of the shirt was cut just barely below her nipples, the bottoms of her breasts hanging out and her areola peaking out as they bounced with her walk.  Her midriff was left uncovered, her stomach flat but not hard.  Her daisy dukes barely hung above her hips, frayed daisy dukes that were cut more like panties, so tight that they couldn’t zip or button, left splayed open revealing the very top of her crotch and lacy, see-through black panties.  The dark laciness clung to her legs, easily exposed by the high-cut legs of her shorts. 


Her hips swung wide as she walked, her tail snaking side to side behind her, following her like a trail of thick, fluffy red smoke.  She had a gorgeous face, wearing a seductive smile showing her bright white teeth behind dark burgundy painted lips.  Her bright teal eyes glimmered behind thick, long lashes and understated dark eyeliner.  She winked, noticing him staring, and finally placed her hand on his shoulder and spun around on it placing her other hand on his opposite shoulder and sitting on her knees, straddling his lap.  “So, I heard a sexy guy over here wanted a lapdance?”  She put her weight down on his lap and arched her back, pushing her chest up at his face.  


He nodded and started to lift his hands to her hips, but thought for a second and stopped.  “Yeah… Um, what are the rules?”  He wet his lips instinctively, staring at the big, red orbs staring him in the face barely covered by the old, worn fabric.  


“Hehe,”  She giggled and sat back a little, looking him in the face.  “A dance lasts a song, 25$ a song usually, but they’re buy one get one free tonight.  I can touch you, that’s generally the point, right?  No groping or inappropriate touching.  You can put your hand on my hips, or my sides, etcetera, but if you start groping at me that big doggy at the front door will want to talk to you, okay?”  As she talked she played with the bottom of her shirt, hooking her thumbs in it teasing that she may pull it off.  “Sound good?”


Jeremy nodded and lifted his hands the rest of the way to her hips, gently resting on them.  She giggled again and smiled, starting to slowly roll her hips against his lap as she threw her arms over his shoulders to grip the seat behind him.  “Since it’s your first time here, I’ll give you from now till the next song for free.”  She swayed in time to the music, her soft thighs enveloping him and her heat radiating and letting him feel it through his jeans.  Even through the two layers of denim and underwear he could feel how soft and cushiony her mound was as it ground against his sheath, his tip starting to poke out the top as he hardened.  She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his face through the barely-there shirt.  


He blushed hotly as his face was buried, the soft, fuzzy orbs covering his face easily.  They were soft and pliable, but still firm and perky.  He couldn’t help but nuzzle into them as she ground against him slowly in time with the slower song that was playing at the moment.  She was so soft, and smelled surprisingly good, not too heavy with perfume or sweat or deodorant, just clean.  He felt her tail wrapping them, snaking around the back of his head and curling around her torso.  His paws stroked up and down her sides, fingers combing through her fur.  He felt himself stretching his jeans as his full seven inches began to harden, and lightly ground up to meet her rolling hips, his shaft rubbing square against her lowers.  


“I think this needs to come off…”  She whispered in his ear, letting her breath tickle the velvety inside as she lifted her shirt off and tossed the flimsy garment down beside them.  She put her hands on her breasts and squeezed his face between them, giving him a rough squeeze before shaking his head between them and pulling away giggling, moving to her feet as the next song started.  “Hehe, let’s not have you get overheated, sugar.” 


He felt a little embarrassed at getting so excited so easily and blushed slightly in his cheeks and ears.  He smiled though, more intent on enjoying the show than being embarrassed for getting a boner at a strip club.  She turned her back to him and started dancing again, the pace of this song was pretty fast, giving her an opportunity to move her body a little more.  Her daisy dukes were cut very high, and were tight even for the style.  The bottom two thirds of her ass was exposed, and her cheeks wrapped around the denim almost like a thong.  The soft flesh rippled and jiggled as she swayed to one side and stopped rather sharply, then repeating the other way.   Her tail flowed behind her as her hands roamed her body, up and down her thighs and over her breasts, running up through her hair trying to lead his eyes.

“What’s your name, then, sexy?”  She looked back at him over her shoulder as she moved back, sitting on his lap and almost perfectly sandwiching his bulge between her cheeks.  


He moved his hands back up to her hips, guiding her slightly as she ground her ass against his crotch, teasing his twitching erection through his pants.  “I’m Jeremy.  Summers.  Maybe you heard of me, I play baseball over at UT?”  He moved his hands around to her front, rubbing her stomach slowly.  


“I don’t keep up with sports, sorry!  But that’s awesome!  Are you a starter?”  She leaned forward, letting her mound grind against his crotch and her ass press against his stomach as she started to twerk on him.  


“Y-yeah…  Shortstop…” He marvelled down at the view before him. 


“hehe~”  She giggled, “You don’t seem too short to me~”  She pressed down firmly against his bulge and squeezed her cheeks around him.  “You know when I was little I had a little cousin who played baseball.  They moved up to New Hampshire a long time ago, though.”  


She leaned back against him and his hands started roaming her belly again, stopping just short of going too high or too low.  “Yeah?” [c][d] He paused for a moment and his hands started easing around to her back before falling off of her entirely.  “W-what was your cousin’s name?”  


She wrapped her tail around his neck and let her hands slip back to his sides, stroking up and down them sensually.  “Hehe, little Jerry, this skinny little grey…”  She suddenly stopped moving, and sat frozen on his lap.


“F-Francine?  Francine Hart?”  He pushed her back gently, trying to push his long-lost cousin off of his throbbing cock.    


“Oh… Oh shit… Umm…”  She started moving again, continuing his dance.  “I’m really sorry Jerry but I can’t stop in the middle of a dance… it’s half over so just put up with it, okay?  We can just catch up…”  She spoke with a tone of complete embarrassment as she turned around, spinning to put one knee on the couch between his legs, straddling his right thigh and pressing her tits in his face.  “Y-you’ve got so big!  I never thought you’d get so tall!”  She tried to make small-talk to avoid the incredible awkwardness. 


“Y-yeah… You’ve grown up too…”  He gulped hard as her thigh rubbed up against his boner and she drowned him in her large-for-her-size tits.  “Last anyone heard about you you ran away from home… We’d all given up hope of ever seeing you again.”  He let his hands rest on her thighs, stroking them instinctively barely conscious of it.  


“I’m sorry… I just… I couldn’t stay up there anymore…”  She trailed off, hiding her face from with her hair and tits covering his face.  “So how’s Julie[e][f]? And little Claire??”


“J-Julie’s graduated and married to a cool chin guy, he came with a kid but she’s cool enough.  Claire managed to beat her leukemia and is good and healthy, dating this artsy-type with a huge trust fund, so she’s probably doing the best out of all of us.”  The song ended abruptly and she got off of his lap quickly, grabbing her shirt and pulling it back on.  


“I’m so glad she made it!”  She exclaimed as she dressed herself again.  I’m so sorry, listen, if you’ll hang around for awhile I’ll talk to you during my lunch break.  I can get somebody else to do your next dance, ok?”  She looked down at him both sympathetically and still a little humiliated, her eyes somewhat helplessly drawn to the visibly twitching, throbbing bulge in her little cousin’s pants that she’d caused.  


He averted his eyes toward the club and saw the jerboa from earlier nearby, on the small secondary stage dancing for the two or three men that were sitting there together.  She glanced his way and smiled, giving him a wink and blowing a kiss before diverting her attention back to the others.  “Uh… I think I’ll wait for her…”  He watched her intently, not noticing the smirk on his older cousin’s lips as she stepped away and toward the back.  


“I’m sure she’ll be with you shortly.”  She patted his shoulder before she left his reach and be turned, his eyes instantly drawn to her ass, the sight of an ass so fine silencing him until she finally disappeared behind the swinging door.  



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On the way home from work Francine had seemed more wound up than usual.  Doug knew that something was up, but she wouldn’t tell him what besides giving him some giggly, excited  smiling glances and cryptic half-replies.  She’d jumped straight for the bed and dug her laptop out of her backpack as soon as they got back to his apartment, leaving him to shower by himself for once.  He took a nice hot one, letting the steaming jets massage his sore body.  It was remarkable to him how sore someone could get from just standing for a few hours.  After what felt like a long shower he turned the water off and grabbed the same towel from that morning and that afternoon, roughing himself dry and leaving his short fur just slightly poofed.  


He walked out of the bathroom nude, his head buried in a towel as he dried his head and face.  His fur was still slightly moist, clinging to his long, skinny frame to show the outline of his muscles and bone structure nicely.  His ribs still showed slightly and his legs still had a gangly, boney look to them, but he was slowly starting to get some meat on him.  He stood their drying his hair longer than it usually took to get a reaction, usually a wolf whistle or hooting or at least something thrown at him to make him put clothes on.  “Rrr~”  He let out a quiet disappointed growl before throwing the towel down onto the dirty clothes pile beside the bathroom door.  


Francine had shed her clothes to escape the wet summer heat seeping into the apartment through the drafts.  She was sitting on the bed with her legs out in front of her, her laptop sitting on the bed as she leant forward on her elbows that made his back hurt to look at.  Her tail was whipping wildly behind her as her face was buried in the computer screen, her toes wiggling  as she typed away.  He smiled at her and shook his head, going to the kitchen to let her do whatever she was doing.  


“Doooooooooouuuuuuugieeee~”  Francine’s saccharine-sweet I-want-something wafted gently to his ears as he stood at the microwave waiting on his cup of ramen to cook.  


“Yeeeeee-eees~?”  He replied in a singsongy voice, his eyes transfixed on the spinning cardboard bowl.  


“Ummm… so you remember what I told you about my family?”  She asked.  


“The Hungs?  Or your actual family?”  He stared hypnotized momentarily, swaying lightly on his feet.  


“Um… my actual family…”  He heard her getting off the loud creaking bed and her bare footsteps on the linoleum.  


“Not much.  Umm… Your parents are garbage, your uncle was a cop, had a lot of cousins, that’s about it.”  He glanced to look back at her but turned back as the microwave beeped and his food was done.  He quickly pulled it out and grabbed it, pulling the lid open and yipping a bit as the steam hit his sensitive nose.  


Francine giggled and hugged him from behind, nuzzling into his bare back as she rubbed his stomach.  “Basically… and that I lost them all after I ran away…  Well, I found them…”  


He held the ramen out to let it cool and placed his other hand on hers, the calloused pads roughly rubbing over her fur.  “You found ‘em?  How?”  


“Well, you saw that new guy that came in tonight?  That ripped grey squirrel?”  She stroked across his muscles, tracing them slowly.


“Yeah… why?”  He finally got the courage to bring the cardboard bowl to his face and started blowing the steam off.  


 “Well that was my little cousin Jeremy.  The one that played baseball?  I got to talk to him tonight and he gave me his facebook and I just got in touch with everyone…”  She trailed off a little, starting to sound sad and dejected.  


“So… we’re not happy?”  He said as he sat his ramen down.  He turned around in her arms and wrapped his around her, looking down at her lovingly.  


“They… all thought I was dead…”  She squeezed him around his back tightly and nuzzled into his stomach, breathing in his clean scent.  He didn’t like to use soap or shampoo, instead preferring to clean himself with just hot water and scrubbing.  She loved the way he smelled, just like him with no chemicals or extra perfumes.  She wasn’t as sensitive to smells as he was, he was a dog, obviously, but there was something about his strong, masculine scent that made her feel safe and at-ease.  She took a deep breath before looking up at him and sighing out.  “They’re really really happy.  They want me to come up there.  Claire said that Aunt Laura would pay to fly us up there…”  


“No.”  Doug said firmly and turned back around to pick up his ramen.  


She dropped her arms and started to argue, but just looked down at the floor.  He was right.  They couldn’t afford it, even with someone paying the trip.  He needed his income, she needed hers, she couldn’t just walk off from school either.   She walked back to the bed and hopped up to sit on the edge, looking down at her feet as they swung under her.  


“So… There’s this place called Quarry Oaks, right?  Apartments?”  He leaned against the counter watching her as her hair fell over her face, her tail slumped dead on the bed. 


“Y-yeah… You been looking at apartments?”  She said quietly before turning and getting back on the computer.  


“Yeah.  So they’ve got a 50$ pay for applications, and I put one in a couple of weeks ago.  They’re not really big, but they’re in a good neighborhood.  Full kitchen, master bedroom, dishwasher and washer/dryer combos…  Around 745 a month.”  He smirked as he saw her tail shoot straight as an arrow and her back as well, her head turning to stare at him intently for a moment.  


“Y-you can’t afford that!  You barely make enough for the rent where you are now!”  She yelled at him, her frustration starting to grow and it showed in her voice.  


“No, I can’t.”  He looked down at his ramen as he started forking it up.  “But I was thinking we could drop all of this ‘your place or mine’ bulshit and we could get our own place…” He swallowed a gulp and started forking up anther load.   “Together?”  


She stared at him intently still, not sure what to make of it, and slightly frozen by it.  She looked back down at the computer, not typing anything. “That… I’d love that… a lot…”  Her tail snaked behind her, twitching every so often as she started to type again. She wasn’t angry anymore, at least.  


“We’ll save about a hundred dollars… maybe one fifty between us.  Your furniture didn’t come with your apartment, did it?”  He took another mouthful as he waited on her answer, smirking and tail wagging.


“No.  I had to buy it myself…” She started typing a little harder as she began sounding frustrated again.  Her voice taking a higher pitched, sharper tone.  


“So did I.  So here’s what I was thinking. It’s like… a 12 hour ride to New Hampshire, right?  Maybe a grand both ways if we drove?”  He slurped up the last of the noodles in his ramen cup and started to turn it up and slurp the broth down.  


“I don’t know!” She yelled, getting shorter and shorter.  


“Okay.  So these apartments come with tvs, furniture and all.  So we won’t need ours… So…”  He dropped the cardboard bowl and the plastic fork in the nearby garbage and started walking to the bed.  “We take our bedframes, mattresses, etceteraetcetera to the thrift store, get a few hundred dollars…”  He sat down on the bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her, putting her in a bear hug.  “And make the drive to Marblecliff tomorrow night.”  


“...”  She stared off into space for a second.  “Dougie… baby… let go.”  


He squeezed her a little bit tighter and shook his head, kissing the top of her head.  “No.”  


“Pleeeease~”  She said in her singsongy tone.  


“I don’t know what you’re gonna do…”  He slowly removed his arms from around her, until she was completely free.  


She leaned forward and typed a few messages on her computer, then shut it and picked it up, putting it over on the nightstand.  She turned around onto her knees, and sat on her feet looking at him, her hands on her knees and her teal blue eyes locked on his bright greens.  Then like a bolt of lightning she shot across the bed, tackling him down sideways on th ebed and kissing all over his face furiously.  “OH!” -smooch- “MY!”  -schmeck-  “GOD!”  -mwah-  “DOUGIE!”  She kissed him hard on the mouth, forcing her little tongue into his maw as both of her hands held his face still.  “MMmmm~  OOOH!”  She pulled away and sat up on his lap quickly.  “I need to tell Claire to tell everyone I’m coming, and we need to hurry and go to bed so we can start early!”  


“Rrrrr…”  Doug sat up on his elbows, still nude, and a little disappointed she got distracted amidst the shower of kisses.  “You don’t have to worry about cleaning out my place.  I’ve already got everything moved into the new place.  I was actually planning on taking this weekend to move in, so…”  He rested on one arm, lifting the other up to rub her thigh.  “if you want I’ll take all the furniture off and you can start boxing your clothes in the morning while i’m gone.  I’ve got a bunch of new boxes in the trunk.”  He gave her rump a squeeze, making her squeek a little and giggle, smacking his hand away.  


“Stop being a perv for a minute.”  She reached back and grabbed her laptop, turning around and putting it on his chest to open it, blocking his face as she typed.  


Doug smiled and rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it behind his head as he laid back down to let her take care of her business.  “So what city are they in. Town?”  His paws gently stroked up and down her legs, scritching at her fur.  


“Marblecliff… From what I can tell looking it up online it’s a little rich folk town.”  She half mumbled as she quickly typed.  


“Ooooooh~”  He exclaimed in mock excitement.  “This’ll be great then.  Like driving around Oak Ridge accept we’ll be up North where they’re even more prejudiced and stuck up.”  


She sighed and shut her laptop, shaking her head down at him.  “Can’t you just be excited?”  She smirked a little and turned back to put her laptop back on the nightstand.  


“Hmmm…”  He leaned up and took her arms, pulling her down on top of him.  “I was going to spend my weekend spending all day every day at home with my gorgeous girlfriend, ALONE… and now I’m going to spend it driving to…” He shuddered a little and made a disgusted face, “New Hampshire…”  He smiled and kissed her on the nose before nuzzling against her.  “But I guess since my baby gets to reconnect with the good part of her family it’s alright…”  His arms wrapped around her, his paws slipping under his hoodie and under her shirt, stroking her back and down under her dress to squeeze her ass.  


She kissed his lips and smiled down at him, her hair dropping down and covering them both.  “I’m gonna go take a shower.”  She licked his nose and jumped off, leaving him alone on the bed with her tail and floofed up hair bouncing behind her.  


“RRrrr…”  He growled as he laid there alone again, his tip poking out from the top his sheath.  He chewed his lip for a second watching her bound into the bathroom and slam the door behind herself.  He turned his head up to stare at the glittered popcorn ceiling too lazy to turn around and actually lay in bed correctly or just get up. His ear twitched as the bathroom door opened and his head followed.  The door was barely cracked, with Francine’s leg and arm hanging out, her dark, lacey panties dangling on her finger.  


“You coming?”  She said seductively before slinging her panties across the room with practiced precision, catching his muzzle squarely as she disappeared back into the bathroom. 


“Yes ma’am!”  He jumped up quickly and bounded into the bathroom for a last romp in the shower before the last romp in bed before they would finally sleep for the night.




THE END


TO BE CONTINUED IN:
DOUG AND FRANCINE GO TO MARBLECLIFF; THE RECKONING


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INFO FOR JEREMY(to be added to when verb gets around to it)


Jeremy Ryan Summers, Age 20, Grey Squirrel, From Marblecliff, NH (Originally from Nashville, TN, but family moved to NH when he was very young); Graduated from Chimera Prep, attending University of TN on a baseball scholarship, majoring in Advertising. Drives a Black 2008 Pontiac G8.


Behavior: He’s a college frat boy, so go with that. Popular with the ladies as a one-night stand, not really looking to settle down with any one girl at the moment. Moderate drinker, non-smoker, cusses some, but not too extreme, mostly when angry or excited. Hard worker, harder partier.


His Father is Daniel Summers, a Captain in the Marblecliff PD. His mother is Laura Summers, a teacher at Manticore Middle School. He has two sisters. Julia, age 24, is a botanist married to a chinchilla man named Darren Escher and has a stepdaughter, Elise, who is a champion gamer. Claire, age 16, is entering her junior year at Chimera Prep, and is on her school volleyball team, dating Ethan, and beat leukemia as a kid.


Daniel’s brother, Gregory, lived in Spring Hill and is a long-time GM employee, and when Saturn was discontinued, the family was transferred to GM Canada, outside of Toronto. Gregory is married to Paige, a ground squirrel, and has a daughter, Jasmine, age 11.


Laura’s sister is Francine’s mother. The pair had a bit of a falling out over inappropriate behavior from one of their male relatives, iirc.
[a]Nipple, not nibble.
[b]autocorret... >.>
[c]I have Jeremy's bg as they moved to NH from TN, and he came back for college.
[d]Gah
fahk
i forgot
sorry
[e]Julia
[f]I figure julia was probably 14or 13 when francine left, so... kid nicknames?