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A Better Stripper

For Vanrixie

By Draconicon

"I don't think this - ah!"

Rixxie yelped as she almost leaped out of her seat, barely avoiding the 'splash zone' of the male performer on stage. The vixen's cheeks burned as she sat on the very edge of her chair, staring at the shot of what she hoped was just pre-cum. Her girlfriend was laughing up a storm to her right, tossing bills at the oiled-up iguana on stage.

"I don't think this is for me," Rixxie said. "I, um, I think I'm going to head out."

"Come on, we just got here," Ezerie said. "Don't you want to see at least a few of 'em before you go?"

"I think I've seen enough."

"Just a little longer?"

"You don't have to go," Rixxie said, shaking her head. "It's just...you know..."

"...A little overstimulating?"

'A little overstimulating' was like saying that jumping out of a plane was 'a little scary.' The strip club just two blocks down from their dorms was as loud as loud could be, with flamboyant men and women throwing their arms in the air every time that something new and scandalous came into view. Dicks of all shapes and sizes were getting wagged around, and the 'no touch' rules were clearly nothing more than teasing suggestions, considering everyone was tucking bills into garters and reaching out to cop a feel or a stroke.

It was too loud, too much, too wet for her. She needed to get out before she lost it. She squeezed her girlfriend's hand.

"Please..."

"Okay, okay. I'll be here for a couple of hours, but I'll be back after that," Ezerie said. "See you back at the dorm?"

"Yeah...yeah..."

"Okay. You go on, hon." The dragoness gave her a hug around the middle. "Take care, okay? And don't get lost."

Rixxie barely managed to nod before sliding out of her chair. Her legs wobbled beneath her as the heavy thud of the club music threatened to bash her thoughts in. The whole place was too loud, too much for her, and she wobbled all the way through the lowered pits around the stages to the hallway to the front door. She barely remembered to grab her coat before leaving the building, the orca bouncer giving her a glance with a raised eyebrow that she nodded off.

She was okay, really, or would be once she got some air. The vixen rested her hand on the door as she stepped outside, breathing in the cool night air and the salt breeze coming in off the water, and she sighed as she managed to calm down just a bit.

"This place...this place is something else," she muttered, shutting the door behind her.

She and Ezerie had signed up for an exchange program, one that was meant to give them a chance to travel and see different places on the other side of the country, or even further away in this case. She'd hoped that being on the coast would be good for them, and she'd heard good things about the art scene here in Salsea, but she hadn't heard about the more open sexual tourism stuff -

"Hey, gorgeous, looking for a little less sausage?"

Or the more forward prostitutes. What little blue her face had managed to get back was replaced with the red of another blush as she looked away from the rat woman offering her a glance down her cleavage. The steel-blue vixen pulled her coat a bit tighter around her shoulders, shaking her head and looking down at the sidewalk.

"I'm good, thanks."

"You sure, hon? You look like the sort that'd like to take her mind off things. Why don't you let Mama give you a good tumble, hmm?"

"I said I'm good. I'm good."

The vixen hurried away before the prostitute could offer her another good time, shaking her head as her ears turned as pink as her cheeks. God, she'd never been just flat-out offered something like that before.

It didn't get better as she walked down the street, passing by other sex shops. Whether they were meant to be more strip clubs, fetish and swinger joints, or something else entirely, she kept her head down. After coming too close to an unwanted facial at the last club, the last thing she wanted was to be reminded of just how...how crazy things were out here.

It wasn't that she wasn't...interested, of course. Her tight pants, things that Ezerie had picked out for her to wear for a 'sexy night out' that put yoga pants to shame for how much they showed off, were feeling all the tighter as her sheath throbbed from earlier show. It wasn't that the club hadn't been...enticing, in its own way, but it had been too much, too in her face, and too...too not-her in that way.

Just keep walking, Rixxie told herself, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets. Just keep walking, and don't -

She stumbled over a crack in the pavement, nearly throwing herself to the ground. Catching a street-pole at the last second to catch herself, Rixxie ended up spinning herself around and around the pole from her own momentum. When she finally came to a halt, her eyes were off the grounded and pointed toward the shop to her immediate right...and her mouth dropped open.

It looked like it had once been a coffee shop, what with the large windows at the storefront and the large open-plan room inside, but it had clearly been converted into something else. It was dark everywhere but the main stage, and that stage was occupied by someone that was a far cry from the happy-go-lucky strippers in the other building.

Rixxie stared at the dragoness slowly circling the pole, the female wearing nothing but a latex thong. The spotlight caught her nipples and the silver piercings through them as she walked so elegantly around the pole, each step going from tiptoe to tiptoe, her eyes closed to slits and a slight pink showing in the black scales on her face. The red of her stomach and chest and thighs seemed particularly reflective, glittery without the irritating specks of actual glitter. She showed herself with pride, but without that full-on flaunting, still almost shy without actually being too scared to do it.

It was like looking at a dream, a dream that she'd like to have for herself.

Feeling almost hypnotized, the vixen stepped through the front door. No bouncer here, but the room felt calm enough not to need one. Rather than tightly-clustered chairs by the stage, they were staggered out, almost more like cabaret, with quieter service staff moving between tables with drinks, and the smell of coffee and tea was stronger than the smell of beer and wine.

No beating thud, no strobe lights, just a simple spotlight as a gentler tune of clicking fingers and an out-of-sight bongo guided the dragoness's dance. She walked around the pole again, slowly turning to back her ass up against it, gasping softly as she ran her hands from her hips up her sides, cupping her breasts as she slowly lowered herself into a legs-spread squat, her head tilted back and her glasses sliding back towards her eyes.

Rixxie sat down without a word, staring at the other woman, taking in the shy sensuality that the dragoness was putting off in spades. This...this was the sort of thing that she liked. Oh, she loved the confidence that Ezerie had when they were in the bedroom, and that time that she'd gone to a concert and been taken in by a wolf that strutted her stuff on stage had been an experience and a half, but this? This was the sort of thing that she wished that she could do. Not strut around like she owned the place, not pretend that she was strong enough to hold and rule a crowd.

No. She wanted this. To be displayed, to show off, to have all those hungry eyes on her, and...and to feel like they wanted her for her, to take her, to do things to her. She just never had the courage to actually take the stage and try it.

The dragoness lowered her head to the crowd, eyes open. She had no whites to her eyes, just black, with a red circle in the center that the glasses made larger. Using her tail and arms, she lifted herself up, throwing one leg around the pole, grinding on it with the metal shaft between her breasts. The steel piercings shimmered, and as she turned, it was impossible not to look at the dragoness's ass, at the way that her scales turned from black to red, forming a heart-like shape just under her tail that was only slightly covered by the latex thong.

She's gorgeous.

Hot, too, but there was a beauty to the showing here, something that had been missing in the other place. No flagrant sex, but rather a tease, something that invited the others to take a chance, to reach out if they wanted, or to just let it continue as a thing of beauty.

Rixxie wished she had the courage to do that, but nobody would want to do that with her. Not with -

The dragoness turned again, and the vixen's eyes went wide. The light had fallen perfectly on the dragoness's crotch, and Rixxie had seen a bulge that she had missed the first time.

Oh god...oh god...

This wasn't just a dragoness that was strutting her stuff. This was someone that, at the very least, didn't have the 'matching' stuff down there. This was someone that could be like her, weird and wrong, someone that shouldn't have the confidence to be up there and showing off like this, and yet...yet...

Rixxie excused herself without a word, her thoughts gone and her steps all wobbly, but this time, for an entirely different reason.

She was still panting as she rested against the back wall of the coffee shop, trying to get her breath back as she sorted through her thoughts. The fact that she'd seen another woman -

Someone like me.

Dancing on stage like she was completely normal, showing off the way that Rixxie wished she could show off, hit her like a ton of bricks. She had to focus on breathing just to keep from going lightheaded again, and it was just barely enough.

How did she ever get up the courage to do that? How...why...

The questions just kept coming, but they all circled back to the same source. Deep down inside, she felt...envious. Not in a horrible way, not in a 'wait in the parking lot and stab the performer' sort of way, but in that wanting, desperate, lonely need to know that it would be possible for her. Rixxie had wanted to have people staring at her like that, but she'd always held back, always said that it was impossible because of what she was.

Can't say that now...not when someone else just showed you it doesn't matter...

Or at least, it didn't matter out here. She didn't know who the dragoness was, but she looked like she might be the same age as the other students at the university. If that was the case, then maybe they could get in touch, talk things out, find out what else they could do. She could find out how someone with a problem like hers dealt with the whole tight-clothing thing, how one found the courage to show off, how to look inviting without being completely over the top about it, or -

The door to her left clicked open, and Rixxie's thoughts came to a sudden halt. She held her breath as someone stepped out of the club, wearing a hoodie with the hood up and their hands at their sides. The hoodie barely went down over the dragoness's rump, stopping at the very top of her thighs, and Rixxie bit her lips as thoughts of walking around with a hoodie and nothing else on made her blush from head to toe.

She wanted it.

She was afraid of wanting it.

The dragoness - because it had to be her - walked down the alley towards the parking lot at the other end. On the back of the hoodie was the university's logo, all but confirming Rixxie's thoughts that the other woman went there, too.

Just say something, the vixen thought as the dragoness walked away, bare feet tapping against the pavement. Say something before she disappears.

"H-hey."

It was nothing more than a whisper getting loose from her throat, but it was enough to make the dragoness stop in her tracks. She whipped around, her glasses glinting beneath the hoodie, her eyes just wide enough for the red glow in her eyes to be visible beneath the gray cloth. She even -

Oh god!

She even showed a hint of cock beneath the edge of the hoodie. Had she taken - had she taken the latex off and given it back? Was she walking back to the university bottomless?

"Uh, h-hi," Rixxie said, her words coming without any thought behind them as the rest of her brain felt stopped up in shock. "I was - you know - I think we go to the same school, and - um - I was just - I saw you in there, and -"

"Oh god...you saw me..."

"Yeah. I saw you...dancing..."

"And you saw..."

Rixxie's eyes went down - who could resist? Not her, not now - and she saw a hint of the dragoness's penis. The head was just barely visible, foreskin on the tip slowly pulling back, and Rixxie's words died in her throat as she looked back up. All she could do was nod.

"Oh, my gods..."

She should apologize, the vixen thought. She should apologize, try and make things better. Maybe this wasn't -

The dragoness fell to her knees before her, and Rixxie yelped as she was suddenly the one that was pinned to the wall. Her eyes went wide as the dragoness gripped her hips, holding her there, looking up at her.

"You can't tell anyone."

"I - I -"

"I'll make it up to you."

"Make it - what -"

"You keep quiet, and I promise, I'll make it up to you. Anything. You saw me; you know..."

Was this...was she...

Oh god. She thought that Rixxie was trying to blackmail her or threaten her or something like that. Her face went as red as it could get, and it wasn't helped by the fact that the dragoness's nose was right next to her sheath. She could feel the hot puffs of air from under that hoodie, could feel the wafting air through her tight pants. How did the other woman not feel it? How did she miss it?

"I - no, that's not -"

"Not enough? Oh god, please. I'll do whatever you need. Do you want me to eat you out? I'll do it, right here, so long as you stay quiet."

Eat her out.

Right here.

In an alley.

"Ah. Ah. Ah."

The vixen's brain was short-circuiting. She was sure of it. There was no way in hell this was actually happening. She had fainted in the other club and fallen off her seat and hit the floor or something, because this was not real. There was no way that she was being offered sexual favors for blackmail that wasn't happening from someone that was this sexy. Not for real. Not here.

And yet, those fingers were already creeping up to her waistband, the dragoness's glasses reflecting moonlight back at her. Rixxie gasped as the tie for her pants came loose, grabbing hold of the other woman's fingers and shaking her head rapidly.

"No, no, that's not - you don't - I wasn't -"

"You need more? Oh god. You -"

"I - I don't want to be eaten out."

Yes, you do, her pussy said, and she bit her lips as she felt the damn thing start juicing in her pants. She wanted to be eaten out and feel what a different dragoness's tongue was like down there, and if - if this girl was as dirty as Ezerie, to stick it up...there...

In an alley...

A place where only dirty girls did things...

"No, no, you're right. I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - you need more than just that. You - what..."

The vixen's face felt like it was hot enough to fry an egg as the dragoness's soft, dark-scaled fingers finally found the outline of her sheath. She wanted to faint. She wanted to die from embarrassment.

"I - I -"

"No, I get it. I get it now. You...you need something more than that...because...you deserve it," the dragoness said, her fingers tracing the lines of the sheath. "You don't want to settle for...for that. You want me to take care of...of this..."

Say something. Anything. The back of her brain, the part of her that wasn't going so completely stupid-silent, was begging her to do anything to break the silence, but she couldn't think past the feeling of those delicate digits stroking along her bulge, teasing the already-firm sheath to get harder, stiffer. It was already rolling out, forming an ever-larger bulge against her tight pants, and she was all but sure that she had a pussy stain between her legs, soaking her pants and leaving them all the raunchier and messier.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Before she could say anything, the dragoness whipped her pants down, pulling her cock free. The blue length throbbed in the other woman's hand, and she barely managed to cover her mouth before she could let out a moan that would give her away.

"A blowjob for staying quiet, right? That's enough?" the dragoness asked, dragging the end of her muzzle along Rixxie's cock. "That's enough?"

"N-no, please, just let me -"

"You want more?"

No, but yes.

Yes, but no.

The dragoness answered her before she could say anything else, the other woman turning around and lifting her tail. Any doubt that the dragoness was completely naked under that hoodie disappeared as that tail went up and that ass and the red scales forming a heart-shape appeared. Rixxie had a split-second to stare at it before those rounded cheeks pressed back, sandwiching her cock between them, grinding back, feeling the heat of that hole nudging against her tapered tip again and again.

"I'll let you fuck my ass. Please. Just fuck it, and we don't have to talk about it ever again."

"Nnngh!"

"And I'll even suck it off after."

"Suck - you - ah...ah..."

"I'll clean it up. Promise. Just don't talk about it. I'll let you do anything you want. Fuck my ass, cum in it...piss in it..."

Her head was spinning, her head going funnier than it had even in the other club. Here she was, just trying to be good, just trying to be nice, just trying to get some answers to her questions, and the dragoness was pushing her right to the edge. Bump, bump, bump went those cheeks, grinding against her cock, making her watch as the tapered blue thing appeared and disappeared between the other woman's rump cheeks. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, she was already drooling, and -

"Just don't tell anyone."

"I - I won't -"

"Don't tell anyone, and you can -"

"I won't tell anyone!"

Jiggle, jiggle, bounce. The constant motion of that red-scaled, heart-shaped ass was driving her mad, leaving her dripping like one of the performers. She was in an alley, getting her dick hot-dogged by a real stripper, someone that wanted it, someone that was giving it up for a 'secret' that Rixxie didn't even care about.

It was dirty.

It was naughty.

It was too hot to be real.

And yet, it was. She bit her lips as her cock started oozing over both cheeks, leaving those red scales all glazed with her pre-cum, making each little jiggle-bounce a little wetter, a little louder.

Someone could walk by and see...

And the thought of someone seeing her, pinned by that sexy butt, unable to do anything but look like that pervert that bought some stripper's ass for a night -

Rixxie moaned as the dragoness lifted her hips just enough to get things lined up, the vixen's hips sliding forward at the perfect time -

POP!

And then she was in. She had just enough presence of mind to realize that the other woman was lubed, that the dragoness had been ready for this, but that disappeared as those scaly cheeks started fucking her.

And it was the dragoness fucking her rather than the other way around, that ass slamming back to meet her, bumping her against the brick walls of the old club, making her shiver every time that the other woman took her all the way to the hilt.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Her pussy was dribbling, she knew. Strings of warmth ran down her thighs, oozing from under her sheath down her legs. She could see that in her mind's eye, too, see the way that it had to be dripping with how thick her own fluids got, long streams of silver-white running from that eager slit to her panties, connecting them in a long waterfall of slime. She bit her lips, holding both hands to her mouth as the dragoness all but fucked herself, riding the vixen's cock from tip to base and back again, always sliding right to the very edge of popping it back out before forcing herself down again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

The dragoness moaned, her hoodie sliding forward, showing more of her back and the black-red colors that streaked across her wings. Her tail was off to the side, and as she bounced, Rixxie had a chance to get a look down there. No pussy, nothing of any kind behind the other woman's balls, but a low-hanging cock. It looked hard, too, hard and needy, and...and slightly larger than her own.

"You...you..."

"Don't talk. You said...you said you wouldn't talk."

You wanted this, Rixxie realized.

She couldn't say it, couldn't get the words out, but she realized it nonetheless. The lube waiting for her, the nudity, the eager offers that had come too fast to be real fear: they all meant that this dragoness wanted someone to take advantage of her. She needed someone to reach out and make it happen.

And then, the knowledge fizzled, and she was just that standing dildo, feeling those cheeks slapping down against her cock time and time again. Each time it went to the base, she was all but sure that it would stick there, her growing knot getting stiffer and bigger. There was that popping feeling every time that it pushed past the dragoness's rim, the tense feeling of that pucker stretching to take it, and each time, she was damn sure that it was going to get stuck, that she'd be trapped as this woman's dildo for some random stranger to see.

Smack, smack, smack, each time feeling those ass cheeks shake around her knot, feeling it getting sucked past that rim and into that slippery hole. Every time it slid in, it was almost like the dragoness was sucking her right past that puckering hole, pulling her in and refusing to let her go.

Was this a dragoness or demoness? Impossible thoughts of succubi and sex demons ran through her head as her tongue hung out, her eyes rolling back as her hips shifting and grinding as much as she could manage against her impromptu partner. The wet, sucking sounds of her knot popping in and out only made it hotter, and her toes curled in her shoes as her pussy dripped more and more onto her panties.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of everything," the dragoness said. "I'll suck you off. I'll clean you off. I'll make sure that you're taken care of. All you have to do is stay quiet. And if you - if you take pictures, I'll do even more. I'll eat your ass. I'll meet you for sex. I'll do anything you need me to just to keep you quiet. I'll even -"

What the slut would do went right over Rixxie's head as she came right then and there, her knot swallowed up one last time and disappearing past that insatiable rim. Her mouth hung open as her shaft tightened, throbbing, her thigh muscles clenching and her entire body spasming in pleasure.

"Ah...ah...mmmph..."

She barely managed to cover her mouth as she came hard, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she kept on cumming, milked with every spasm of the dragoness's inner walls. Clench, ripple, clench, all along her cock and knot, each one pulling out more cum from her depths than she realized she had. It was so intense, so shockingly powerful that she could barely keep her head up, her breath coming in ragged gasps between her fingers.

And then -

Thump!

"Someone out there?"

The voice came from further down the alley, and just as soon as she heard it, her partner was moving. Moving fast, dragging her along by the knot, and Rixxie barely managed to find her footing and keep following behind. Their clumsy movements synchronized surprisingly quickly, her knees bumping against the back of the dragoness's, and they ran, ran, ran right to the parking lot.

Just as the alley's lights clicked on, she found herself backed into the back seat of one of the cars. The door slammed shut, the dragoness laid back -

"Shhh."

And just like that, they were both still. And Rixxie was still, to her greatest of embarrassments, cumming. Her cock was throbbing, hard, and her pussy was clenching, squirting ever so slightly against the car seats. The smell of horny vixen filled the air, getting thicker and thicker inside of the vehicle.

Through the windows, in her dazed, horny haze, she could just barely make out a flickering light. A flashlight sweeping back and forth, she realized, some sort of night guard looking for people that were getting in trouble or, as in their case, doing things that they shouldn't have been doing in public.

She was too high to care if they were caught, too distracted by her own pleasure, but the dragoness kept one hand over her shoulder, pinning her mouth closed. She sighed, just rolling her hips upwards in gentle motions, enjoying the feeling of her knot grinding on those tense, tight inner walls, feeling the squish of her own seed around her cock. The squelching, oozing feeling of her own dick slime fighting to push past her knot and the dragoness's rim was so dirty and naughty and something that she normally never wanted, but there was something about being used to this extent that made her enjoy it more than was entirely seemly.

Eventually, the flashlight faded, and they were alone once more. The dragoness sighed in relief, sitting up.

"Well, that was close."

"Mmmph..."

"Oh, right, that dick-sucking promise. Hang on."

"No ru-uuuuuush!"

The dragoness's slow pull along her cock was something so different from the rougher fuck that sucked it in and out of her hole. Rather than the fast push and pull, it felt like her partner was slowly trying to push it out, grinding her way free of the knot rather than just pulling off. It meant that she went from tight to almost crushing, but in the most pleasurable way as those inner walls rippled around her knot and that pucker clenched right around the base of her shaft.

"Ah...ah..."

"Just...hang on..."

Oh, Rixxie held on, alright. She held onto the car seats as tight as she could, her claws raking across the upholstery as she hissed and huffed from the entirely different sensation of someone slowly pulling their too-tight pucker along her knot. Even when Ezerie encouraged her to use her cock, it was rarely to the point of knot-fucking, and never sliding off just after orgasm like this.

That scaly pucker slid up and over her knot, pausing at the widest part and leaving her gasping as it squeezed down on her so intensely tightly. She wheezed, her cock feeling like it could blow a second time -

POP!

And then it was out, and so was the rest of her cock, sliding out of that rounded rump so fast that she almost didn't believe that it had happened, at first. Her breath wheezed out with her, her pussy oozing as much as her cock was, as if it couldn't believe that the ride was over and was trying to keep it going.

No sooner had she gotten her cock free than she felt the hot breath of a fresh mouth running down to it. She arched her back at the first deep suck, feeling those scaly lips going right down to her knot. A long, hard swallow drained her of anything that was still left in her cock, and those same firm lips sliding up her shaft, putting all the pressure on her cock and urethra, made sure that anything that might have gotten left behind was taken away.

And then, it was done.

As Rixxie struggled to catch her breath, the dragoness pulled her head back enough to look her in the eye. Her glasses were less reflective now, and the glow of her red eyes were enough to settle the vixen back down a bit. Just a bit, though, particularly with those fingers wrapped around under her knot and giving it gentle squeezes to keep her hard.

"You feeling...better?" the dragoness asked.

"Soooo good..."

"Floaty?"

"A little..."

"That's normal." And just like that, the dragoness broke character. She chuckled, kissing the tip of the vixen's cock. "Now, before I get back to cleaning this, do you have a name?"

"..."

"Wow. Must have sucked your brain right out of your cock."

"Mmmph...I just..."

"Yeah, I get it. We'll talk after I finish sucking your balls out of your cock. I'm Sarina, by the way, but you can call me the 'Barefoot Dragoness' or something. I'm still working on a name...and...yeah, you know what, more sucking, less talking."

And just like that, Sarina was right back on Rixxie's dick, and this time, she was actually sucking, and hard. The vixen arched her back against the cushions, toes curling hard as her knot throbbed all the harder, and the tip of her cock sunk deep into the dragoness's throat.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, FUCK that felt good...and naughty...too naughty for her to think through.

The End

Summary: Rixxie is in town on a student exchange and gets dragged down to a strip club. She ends up leaving, only to find someone else far more engaging.

Tags: H/I, Dragoness, Vixen, Sarina, Anal, Public, Oral, Teasing, Blackmail, Overreaction, Roleplay, Orgasm, Anal, Knot, Cum, Ass to Mouth,