Stripteased

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Stripteased

by SynjoDeonecros.

I twirled my bo staff around me a couple more times, finishing my current kata. As I finished, I stopped and bowed deeply into the open air, flourishing the staff as I did so. Exhausted, I relaxed from my rigid pose and turned around. Across the room, a small boom box finished another song, the deejay coming on the air to announce 'another hour of hit music after these messages.' Next to it, a digital video camera was suspended on a tripod, taping my every move. I chuckled and ran a paw through my mane, the silver-and-black-striped fur slick with perspiration. I had been practicing that kata for quite a while, its long, complicated movements taking hours to perfect. I didn't care, though: The exhilaration I felt afterward, and the sense of accomplishment from its completion, were well worth the effort I put out. That, and the fact that the video recordings I made of my workouts looked rather cool. Even now, nothing says 'badass' to me than seeing myself doing kickass martial arts as a silver-furred sabertooth Siberian tigermorph.

Stretching, I started to head toward the radio to turn it off, when the deejay came back on, announcing the next song. Its title brought a smile to my muzzle: Die Another Day by Madonna. At that moment, something in me clicked. I've felt this urge before, but never acted on it. Until now, that is. Looking around to make sure no one was around, I went into a ready pose, arms at my side, legs apart, bo staff riding up behind my back, just in time for the song to start. Instantly, I zoned, blocking out everything but myself, the music, the bo staff, and my movements. The last coherent thought I had as I tapped out the song's opening beat with the staff was how nervous I was to do this. Up until now, I never had the guts to go through with this. Now, I was about to do something I always refused to do in the past. Something that, under any other circumstances, I'd still refuse to do.

I was going to exotic dance.

The beat sped up to a machine gun-like pace, signaling the beginning of the vocals, and I followed perfectly, flourishing the staff around a little before bringing it back down to its starting position. Slowly, I looked over my shoulder, lip-synching the lyrics perfectly as I did so. I was always adept at memorizing and resinging songs with near perfect synchronicity, and this was no exception. As the first stanza continued on, I began to walk around, switching between erotic, sensual movements and staff flourishes. When the song's bridge came, I already had my paw on my gi top, ready to strip it off. I undid the top's secure ties, allowing the sleeveless shirt to fall open, revealing my toned chest. As the bridge ended, I began slipping out of the top, making sure each movement was both sensual and perfectly in synch with the beat. Finally free of the top, I tossed it to the side, off of my little 'stage' just as the second stanza began.

Now my movements began getting more and more erotic in nature, the number of staff flourishes I did diminishing as the song progressed. By the time the chorus started, I was straddling the staff, holding it upright like a stripper's pole, which it now technically was. I started humping the staff, slipping one of my paws down to massage my crotch and undo the ties on my pants. I teased my invisible audience a little, pulling my pants down just enough to expose my firm, shapely ass and the black-and-gray thong I wore, before slipping them off and tossing them away, all the while humping away at my little makeshift pole. Now in nothing but my thong, I began to get more adventurous with my dancing. What little apprehension I had before had totally disintegrated. I had come too far to back out now, and I didn't care who saw me; I was going to finish my striptease no matter what, dammit!

As the third and last stanza began, I decided to forego the martial arts for straight sensual dancing. I ran my whole body along the staff, running my paws along my ass and thighs, teasing my crotch with my tail, even throwing in some pseudo-pushup humping for good measure. My cock was already unsheathed and hard, straining against the fabric of my thong to the point of almost tearing through it. When the final half-chorus of the song started, signaling its impending finish, I decided to rectify that.

Grabbing my crotch and giving it a squeeze, I slipped my thumb under the thong?s waistband, pulling it down slowly, still perfectly in time with the music. I got it down to my knees when the half-chorus ended, to be replaced with one last beat similar to that of the song's opening. I took that time to slip the thong completely off, tossing it aside as the beat once again sped up to a machine gun-like pace and switched back to the bridge. I knew the song would soon be over, and used what little time I had to dish out the most erotic dance moves I could think of, humping the staff and teasing both my penis, balls, and anus with my hands and tail. Finally, the bridge began to fade, signaling the end of the song, and I followed, deciding to finish with style. Returning to my ready pose, I twirled the staff around a couple more times before returning it back to the position it was in at the start of my dance, just as the song ended.

Relaxing, I looked over to the small pile I made with my clothes and chuckled. I was just about to reach over to pick them up when I heard the sound of someone clapping. Curious, I turned around, to see my boyfriend, Dante, across the room, leaning against the back wall. I could see his tail twitch as he scanned me, the unmistakable look of a lecherous rodent in full voyeur mode on his face.

"Nice," he said, crossing his arms. "Very nice, love. And you said you didn?t know how to exotic dance." He started to walk toward me, a huge, lusty grin splitting his muzzle.

I groaned inwardly. The tawny rat was the primary reason I refused to striptease. It was well known that Dante was a slut, making his money through erotic photo shoots, porno videos, and the occasional dance at the local furrie gay bar. He'd always try to convince me to try it out, but I'd always refuse. I wasn't the slut he was, although I did have quite a harem of lovers going. I would never strip in front of total strangers.

"Thanks," I said simply, rubbing the back of my neck.

Chuckling, Dante grabbed me in a hug, wrapping his prehensile tail around my waist. The feeling of his tail against my bare fur sent shivers down my spine.

"I mean it. You looked great out there. Very erotic. Very arousing." His grin widened. "I'm just glad we got to save this moment for future viewing."

My eyes widened in shock as Dante nodded toward the camera. Oh, crap, I thought, thoroughly embarrassed. I forgot to turn the camera off and, as a result, it recorded every single moment of my dance. I went to turn around and shut it off, but a squeeze around my waist stopped me. Immediately I was pulled back into the embrace, my muzzle meeting my boyfriend's in a liplock. I moaned into the kiss, the rat's sudden display of dominance thoroughly breaking me down.

I was a quivering mass of submissive sabertooth tiger by the time Dante broke the kiss. Smirking, the rodent slowly sunk to his knees, tracing kisses down my chest and stomach as he went down. Spying my painfully erect member, he gave it a lick, teasing the penis barbs with his tongue, before engulfing it with his mouth. Oh, god, it felt so good, having my dick sucked by my boyfriend. Reaching down, I grabbed his head, rubbing his ears in time with his sucks. Pretty soon, I felt his head start bobbing up and down on my pole, massaging my balls with one of his hands as he teased my sheath with the other. I shut my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the blowjob, until I felt the grip he had on my waist with his tail lessen. I immediately knew why. But before I could protest, he had already pressed the tailtip against my anus. With a grin, he pushed, shoving his tail deep in my ass, eliciting a gasp from me. Damn him, I thought. I have a huge tail fetish and Dante, sneaky little devil that he is, took every opportunity to exploit that fact. Unable to do anything about it, I just took it, trying to imagine any and all ways I could get him back for this.

Oh, is he going to be in trouble tonight! I thought.

Groaning in pleasure, I started to pump my hips, holding Dante's head steady as I fucked his face. As if on cue, the rat's tail went into overdrive, thrusting deeper and deeper into my ass, wiggling around inside like a possessed snake. Try as I might, there was no way I could withstand such an assault; with a growl that bordered on a full-fledged roar, I came, spraying my hot tiger milk down my lover's throat. Dante drank it up greedily, his mouth doing its best damn impression of a vacuum cleaner to make sure I was thoroughly drained. With one last thrust, I shot the last of my load, collapsing onto the floor, panting heavily. Dante followed me down, dragging the last dregs of my spunk out of my balls before relinquishing my cock. Smiling, he slipped his tail out of my ass, bringing it up to his muzzle for him to lick clean.

I looked up at him, exhausted. "My god," I panted. "How in the hell did you get so good at that?"

Dante shrugged. "It's a gift, I guess."

"Some gift."

We both chuckled at that. Then, Dante crawled on top of me, giving me a quick kiss when we got eye-to-eye. He nodded toward the camera. "We recorded the whole thing, y'know."

I kissed him back. "I know. And, you know what? I don't care. I think we should do this more often."

Dante nodded, about to voice his agreement when I suddenly pulled him close, my face twisted up in a pseudo-snarl."But if you EVER show ANYONE this tape," I said in mock menace. "I'll give you one HELL of an ass-whupping. And I guarantee, it will be nothing but PAINFUL for you. Got it?"

Taken aback by my sudden change in mood, Dante nodded in shocked fear. Fortunately, another quick kiss from me let him know I was only kidding, and he visibly melted because of it. Then, smirking evilly, he gave me a hard smack on the ass before getting off me. I chuckled, rubbing the smacked cheek as I got up.

Gathering up my clothes and staff, I turned toward the showers, noting Dante turning off and gathering up the camera and radio. As we walked out of the room, I couldn't help but think what would happen if the managers at the bar DID see the tape. What would they think? Would they ask me to repeat my little bit on stage? For some reason, that thought made my sheath swell again. I looked down at it, then chuckled. I don't know. It could be interesting....