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Michael places his drink on the table, looking for his friend, Davis, who seems nowhere to be found. He stands, his vision weaving through the crowd as he searches for any signs of a head of long, wavy red hair. After only a few short seconds, Michael sees him up at the bar, on his way back with two drinks in his hand.

I told him I didn't want to drink a lot tonight… why doesn't he listen? Michael sits back down and unlocks his cellphone, opening his SnapChat application. Immediately his front-facing camera activates, showing him a preview of himself on the app. He notices his black hair is a bit messy and his green eyes are still showing signs of weeping. He sighs as he taps on the chat bubble, taking him to his friend list; he taps on a familiar name, one that brings a bit of pain to his heart: Sheila Duncan, his recently separated partner. She was the only arctic fox in his life that he'd ever truly fallen in love with, and now her SnapChat story is full of photos of her with another man.

Davis slams the drinks on the table, “Wakey, wakey!"

“Jesus! You scared me… the hell, man?"

“You still beating yourself up over the fox?" Davis asks, taking a seat next to Michael. You're human, anyway. You should be with a human female."

“Not this again," Michael rolls his eyes, skimming through Sheila's photos, “I told you a million times, talking like that is borderline racist. I love who I love, okay? That's not going to change."

“Whatever, man. Do what you want, I guess. If you're into screwing half-breeds, then…"

“Stop it!" Michael snaps, “They're anthropomorphic, not half-breeds."

“Whatever! You get what I mean! If you're into them, then I guess you're in the right place," Davis says, pointing his thumb behind him, pointing to the stage.

The club is loud tonight. There are dancers everywhere, showing off their bodies, shimmering with glitter flakes, oils, maybe even a bit of sweat from working the poles so hard on stage. Swaying their hips to the music, anthro-animals and human females alike are grinding on each other, dancing, and recieving huge tips from overly-horny customers. One dancer in particular, known around the club as Wennie, a cheerful, busty zebra with a vibrant, purple mane approaches one of the girls from behind, grabbing her chest and giggles.

“Hmm… I got an idea," Davis says, slapping his palm on the table before standing up and zipping through the crowd. Michael watches as Davis approaches Wennie, who seems all too happy to see him. Like a bubbly teenager, the large-breasted zebra hops a bit, her chest moving with her rather violently. Taking the dancer by the hand, Davis brings her to Michael's table. The sound of her hooves are drowned out by the bumping club music. “Here! I payed for a private show!"

“What? Davis, I'm not ready to…" Michael sighs, looking at Wennie a bit bashfully, “Oh jeeze…"

“You look a little down, sweetie, what's the matter?" Winnie asks, placing her hands on her striped hips. She's wearing a purple bikini-like set that's covered in sequins. The dim lighting in the club makes small particles of light shimmer on her scantily-clad outfit as she moves, “Maybe I can cheer ya up a little."

“Thanks, lady, but I don't…"

Michael is interrupted by Davis, “He'll take a private show in the back," he says, “exactly what I paid for. That'll help him."

“Dude…" MIchael says, turning his phone off and slipping it into his pocket, “Not a good time."

“Nonsense. Just get up and go have fun. Sheila's moved on… you should try to also." Davis approaches Michael, grabbing him by the shirt and forcibly standing him to his feet. “Go follow Wennie and have a good time or I'll get you so wasted you won't see straight."

Michael sighs, looking at the peppy zebra. She looks so happy and eager to make some money. I shouldn't let her down like that. “Fine, okay… but… only a few minutes."

“Great!" Wennie says, giggling and hopping in place, her breasts following her movements in such a way that Michael can't stop staring. He catches himself, though, and when he does, Wennie giggles. “It's fine - that's what they're there for, right? Look all you want!"

“I'm sorry, I just got out of a…"

Wennie interrupts, “Ahp! I've heard it all before. We'll take it slow, okay, Honey? I want to hear all about it."

Wennie leads Michael to the back of the club, lifting a rather heavy, velvet curtain. On the other side is a small room containing a single black, leather chair and steel table. It seems a bit tacky, but once the lights are turned on, it's not so bad. It's a bit bigger than it looks.

Wennie leads Michael into the room and motions for him to sit down. “So… this ex-girlfriend problem, what's going on, Sugar?"

Michael watches as the busty zebra takes a seat on the table in front of him, crossing her legs. Her hooves are pretty shiny, considering she's been on them almost all day. His eyes travel up from her hooves and graze over her thick, curvaceous thighs. From there he gazes further up, looking over her strong, looking stomach - she must work very hard to be able to support herself on a dancing pole. Needless to say, for having such thick extremities, her ass, thighs, and even her supple, pillowy breasts, it's astounding how in-shape Wennie truly is.

“Well," Michael says, finally bringing himself back to reality, “Sheila… she's an arctic fox. I never thought that she'd actually turn out to be so…"

Wennie tilts her head, “Cold? Hah, sorry, I had to."

“Well, you're not wrong," Michael says with a half-smile, “She'd been cheating on me with some other guy for over two months. I'm so in love with her that I guess I hadn't seen all the signs."

“That's really shitty, Hon…" Wennie says, hopping down from the table and smiling, her tail swishing behind her, “Well, maybe your friend buying you this special time will cheer you up, huh?" Music starts playing as if on cue, and almost like a well-trained robot, Wennie begins to sway her hips, dancing to the music. “I'm going to skip all that 'where are you from' business, because Davis is sort of a regular here. Says you two are pretty life-long friends."

Michael, mesmerized by the striped dancer's movements and curves, nods as his eyes widen a bit. Wennie sways her hips more, her voice almost tuning out as Michael fades into the show, ignoring almost everything.

Wennie giggles, realizing that - like most men - Michael had tuned her out while watching her dance. “Ah, that's okay… I don't mind if you don't talk. But…" Wennie sits on Michael's lap, looking at him a by shyly, “While we're alone… I should tell you that Davis paid for a full strip-tease. And before you freak out… I have something to tell you."

Michael jerks himself back, paying attention, “Oh, uh… w-what is it?"

“Well… don't freak out, okay?" Wennie smiles, her eyes glimmering with hope, “Everyone's different, you know? We all have our little… quirks, our own special talents… our own, um… qualities."

Michael's heart starts to pound a little with worry, “Is… something wrong?"

“Not at all!" Wennie giggles, standing up and turning her back to Michael, slowly beginning to untie her top, “Nothing's wrong at all, not if you're into this sort of thing."

“What sort of thing?" Michael asks, watching as Wennie removes her top, tossing it up onto the table. She turns around and faces him, her large, pillowy chest bare and plain to see. Michael's mind falls a bit numb as he looks at her dark, erect nipples. “Oh my God… are they um… a-are they…"

“Real as can be. Here's the other thing… now don't be shy and don't be running off, either!" Wennie winks, starting to remove her bottoms, dropping them over her hooves. Michael can't believe his eyes when he sees Wennie's massive, thick, erect equineous cock. “Don't worry, I've got all the lady parts too," she says, turning her ass to Michael and bending over, revealing dark, thick folds that glisten slightly, “You'll have to forgive me, I always get a little excited when I show people my little secret."

“Little?" Michael says, blushing hard. “I've… I've never seen such a huge… d-dick!"

“Hmm, well you don't seem upset that I have one to begin with, that's a good sign," Wennie says, winking and giggling. “That's a great sign… maybe we can have a little fun, forget that ex of yours for just one night, hmm?"

Michael blushes deeply, seeing Wennie's massive balls hanging and swaying gently just past her pussy. “Y-yeah… um… no, I'm not turned off or anything. I'm bisexual, so… man. I've never told anyone that."

“Secrets are safe with me, Honey," Wennie giggles, turning to face Michael again, sitting up on the table, her legs parted. Her sexes are vulnerable, bare, and plain to see. Just looking at her massive cock is enough to send Michael into a state of arousal. He watches as her cock slowly become hard as Wennie begins to stroke herself, biting her bottom lip. “So… what do you want to see? Maybe a slow, sexy little dance?"

“Actually… uh...w-we have the place to ourselves, s-so…" Michael blushes, fighting the urge to caress his swelling cock. “Or… maybe not. There's a 'no touching' thing in this club, isn't there?"

“Nope. I like to give my customers a little happy ending," Wennie smiles, licking her top lip seductively as she lifts one hoof to the table's surface. Doing so opens her pussy quite noticeably, exposing her juices that lubricate her entrance. “Maybe I can give you a little hands-on tour of my taboo qualities?"

“You mean I… can… touch you? Anywhere I want?"

“Mmhm… just thinking about it is making me a little horny. Unless you'd rather talk about your girlfriend a little more?" Wennie smiles, tilting her head to the side. Her smile is innocent, yet it's clear she knows just what she's doing as she begins to stroke her large, equine cock. “Mmm… it might be hard for me to listen though. It's been so long since I've actually been touched. Work's been a tad slow."

Michael's blushing fades a bit as the blood rushes to his pelvis, assisting in making his erection even harder.

“Oh, Honey, you look uncomfortable. Here," Winnie blushes, hopping off the table and crouching down before Michael. She unzips him slowly, taking his cock out of its confines and exposing it fully. “Oh, wow… I've never seen a human's penis this big! You're quite thick."

“Thanks," Michael says, shy, gripping the arms of the leather chair. “Um… w-what're you gonna do?"

“What would you like to me do, silly?" Wennie winks, her breathing clearly deepening. There's a scent about her that tells Michael that she's very, very aroused just by seeing his member. “I can… maybe play with it a little, or let you play with mine?" Wennie winks, squirming as she sits on her knees in front of Michael, awaiting his decision.

“Um…" Michael watches as Wennie licks her lips again, admiring her large, thick looking tongue. “That tongue is looking pretty good right now," he suggests, his blush returning.

“Mmm, I wouldn't mind giving you a bit of a taste," Wennie giggles, opening her mouth, letting her tongue fall over her bottom lip. She leans quickly over, popping Michael's cock into her mouth, “Aaaaah! Oh-mm!"

Michael gasps - the sudden warmth that envelops his cock all-too satisfying. As Wennie sucks, she wraps her tongue around his shaft, greedily stroking and suckling, deep-throating his cock until his balls touch her chin. She looks up at him with innocent, deep eyes.

“Oh wow," Michael whispers, closing his eyes, his lips parting just enough to release small sighs of content, “God, Wennie…"

Wennie giggles, humming softly to send vibrations down Michael's shaft. She slowly drags his cock out of her throat, broadly, firmly licking as she takes her mouth away from the tip. “You like that? Feeling a little better, Sugar?"

“God… you're incredible!" Michael says, his breathing quickening. A bit of precum forms at his tip, and Wennie wastes no time in licking it off, swallowing it. “Jesus…"

“Be honest," Wennie says, running her hands slowly over her erect, sensitive nipples, “sucking you off isn't all you want me to do."

Michael smirks a little, “You're right… I… kinda want to see you up on that table again."

Wennie, like an obedient pet, stands and backs herself up to the table, sitting with her legs apart, her cock and balls unapologetically on display and her pussy peeking out from beneath them. She strokes herself slowly, gripping her cock as best as she can, her thumb and middle finger just barely able to touch each other.

“Perfect… just like that," Michael says, standing up, letting his pants fall to the floor as he steps out of them. Approaching the zebra, he places one hand on her striped hip, squeezing gently, placing another on her left breast, feeling her hard nipple in his palm. “Wennie… promise you won't tell Davis."

“Tell him what?" Wennie blushes.

Without a word, Michael pulls Wennie toward him, making her lean back a bit. Her balls move out of the way of her entrance, moist and slippery, allowing Michael to plunge himself into her, thrusting his hard cock deeply inside. Wennie says nothing, only releasing a loud, surprised moan of almost immediate relief and arousal.

“God, you're so tight!" Michael groans, feeling her wet, hot pussy swallow his cock whole.

“S-so… thick!" Wennie says, her body tensing as she feels herself become almost stuffed with this human's thick, throbbing cock. “I… I won't tell, but… I want you to completely ruin me!"

“Jesus…" Michael grins, his shyness now a thing of the past. Inside, he can feel himself welling with pleasure. His arousal becomes like a fire, a large confidence boost, and it's in no time at all that his thoughts of Sheila are completely dissipated. “You want me to fuck you raw, huh?"

“God, yes… please!" Wennie says, stroking her cock as she feels her pussy stretching inside. Her stomach maintains a feeling of fullness as a sensation of pleasure crashes over her spine. She strokes herself faster as Michael thrusts harder, moaning and listening to the sounds of her dampness increase over his thick cock. “I want you to feel good, Honey, just cum all over my insides!"

Michael bites his lip when he hears this. Being begged to cum inside her? Wow, this is kinda hot! There's no way Sheila would let me cum inside her! God… any harder and I'm gonna bust! He leans forward, licking the underside of Wennie's cock, making her moan and tighten up.

“M-my cock! You licked it… f-fuck, Michael!" Wennie stifles a whinny of arousal as her pussy juices thicken, coating Michael's balls as they tap vigorously against her ass, “I'm going to cum if… if you keep… mmmgh!" Wennie is at a loss for words as she strokes her cock faster, reveling in the sensation of Michael filling her deep crevice. She feels her hand shooed away from her cock before realizing that Michael had taken over. She watches over her large, bouncing breasts as Michael strokes her firmly, thrusting harder and harder.

“You like that? You like that I'm destroying your pussy?" Michael growls, breathing hard and gripping Wennie's thigh with his free hand, “Your cock is mine now. Both your cock and pussy are mine, understand?"

“Y-yes! God, yes!" Wennie praises, closing her eyes and feeling her balls tighten, “I'm… g-gonna…" Wennie arches her back and tosses her head backward, her mane draping over the table. “I'm… c-cumming!" Wennie neighs loudly, her juices pouring and spraying over Michael's groin, dripping down one of table's legs.

“You're a squirter!" Michael groans, “Oh, fuck yes!" he grins, thrusting faster as he strokes Wennie's cock a little harder, “You came one way, but now I want the rest of it. Come on, give me your cum!"

“M-Michael! I'm… aagh! O-oh, fuck!" Wennie groans, her cock throbbing in Michael's hand and her balls tightening further. Wennie sees Michael open his mouth, leaning toward her tip, “God… I'm gonna cum, Michael… m-move, or… a-aagh!" Wennie can't hold it. Her cum shoots in a thick, glistening stream all over her own chest, onto Michael's chest, and some of it gets into his mouth.

Michael closes his mouth and swallows the seed, closing his eyes and licking a bit of cum off his hand. “God, that's a good girl," Michael grunts, thrusting deeper, listening to Wennie's precious, erotic moans. “You want this cum, hm?"

“Yes… God yes! You're...d-driving me crazy!" Wennie says, panting and gasping as she moans. “Please… Michael… hurry up and fill me already!"

Michael's smirk disappears as he squeezes his eyes shut, “Ugh… u-u-ugh-hagh!" The sensation of pure bliss fills his entire being from his toes to his head - which feels a bit dizzy and light. His cum expels into Wennie's pussy, filling her to the brim, oozing out over the table's surface a bit. “Wennie… holy shit," Michael pants, slowly pulling himself out. He remains attached to her sex with a thick string of cum and juices that snaps as he pulls away.

“Michael… wow! I've never had such… a thrill like that!" Wennie giggles, watching her cock slowly grow flaccid “Making me cum twice like that… maybe you should work here!"

“Good one," Michael smirks, turning around to step back into his pants, “I don't think I'd make it as a dancer."

“Oh, I don't mean as a dancer. I mean you could definitely work here… relieving the dancers' stress," Wennie jokes, winking. “Mmm! You sure know how to make a girl feel good!"

“You sure know how to make a guy forget evil exes," Michael smiles, “But… I don't feel right just… having someone pay you to fuck me."

“Oh, don't worry about it, Honey! It's all in a day's work for me… but I do really hope you come back. Maybe the next one will be on the house, huh?" Wennie smiles, reaching for her own clothes.

“Hmm…" Michael says, a bit distracted.

“What is it?"

“I just… do you like Chinese? Food I mean…" Michael asks, zipping his fly.

“I do! I love springrolls, haha - why?" Wennie replies, slipping her bottoms back on, tucking her junk securely into her panties.

“You free tonight after work?"

Wennie tilts her head, “Are you asking me out on a date?"

Michael scratches behind his head, “Well, unless you'd think it's weird," he says, “maybe forget I said anything."

“No, no! I'd love to. I know a great place on Knapp street," Wennie smiles, her hooves clopping delicately as she walks toward the curtain. “For now, duty calls. I'll see you after work, Michael."

Michael sits in the leather chair, collecting his thoughts and feelings. Davis hooked me up with some pretty awesome lady tonight. Maybe I ought to thank him. Am I catching feelings for her, though? Her dick didn't even put me off… she's kind of a dream come true. He smiles to himself, opening his SnapChat on his cellphone, looking for Sheila's name. He taps and holds the vixen's name on the screen, soon tapping the options-gear icon. He taps “Remove Friend" without hesitation before taking a big, deep breath, slowly letting it go in a sigh.

“Much better."