Tiger by the Tail
This is a work of fanfiction and not intended for purchase. Zig-zag is copyright by Max Blackrabbit. Sheila Vixen is owned by E.S. Schwartz. All other characters are created by the author. Any resemblance to characters in this story to real world individuals is purely coincidental.
"Cmon, Zig!"
Sheila, a rather rambunctious and overly curvy vixen chimed encouragingly, grabbing hold of the arm of a equally voluptuous female's tiger-striped arm. The tawny furred foxette dragged along A tiger-striped skunk woman towards a neon-lit building, "It's just about time for her set!"
Zig Zag normally loved hanging out at strip clubs and bars, but to having one of her employees and frequent friend-with-benefits tugging her so excitedly made her feel strangely curious. Sheila was always a bit bubbly, so much so that she often wondered if the vixen's shoulder length red hair wasn't really blonde. She reached back and pointed her remote at her car, a candy apple red Ferrari with a ZZ studios logo emblazoned on the hood. Hearing the familiar bleep-bleep of her alarm, she then turned back to deal with the overly energetic Sheila, still yanking her into the club.
It wasn't a seedy dive like some clubs, nor was it one of the fancier clubs she was used to going out to. It was a large block like building with neon pink and green stripes flickering all around its perimeter. A shapely female feline was formed from the neon, its legs spread wide with the words "PUSSY GALORE" covering just where her goods would have showed. It was cheesy and gaudy to Zigzag, which made her wonder why Sheila was so interested in a particular girl working here.
"Cmon, Zigs!" The vixen piped with a squeal, "Trust me, you don't want to miss this!" The Vixen pressed the tiger-skunk's arm against her well endowed breast, letting Zig feel the fact that the promiscuous vixen had no bra on. She could see the erect nipple practically ready to stab through the tight black top of her miniskirt ensemble, the skirt part two sizes too small for the fox's wide hips. Zig Zag, on the other hand, wore nothing more than a simple pair of tight blue jeans to hug her toned hips and legs, with a half shirt that exposed her midsection, the logo "Contents under extreme pressure" emblazoned on the shirt. It barely seemed to contain Zigzag's equally large breasts, but a bra kept her from showing off too much this time.
Finally, the two females made it up to the door, where a rather large canine bouncer stood in front, a german shepherd clad in a black t-shirt and Dirty blue jeans. The dog looked down at the Fox and Tigerskunk with a scowl, that quickly changed to a smirk as he recognized the jiggling vixen.
"Sheila!" He said, "I see you're back."
The vixen let go of Zigzag and jumped at the big canine, hugging his thick neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You know I wouldn't miss seeing her, Benny!" She grins, hopping back to her feet and grabbing Zigzag's hand, "And I brought a friend."
The Bouncer, Benny glanced down at the tiger-skunk and his eyes widened. "You're serious?" he questioned, looking back at Sheila. "This is her?" Other patrons waiting at the door started to pull out their cell phones and aimed their cameras at her direction almost as quickly as Benny realized who Zig-zag was.
This was not uncommon for Zig Zag to get. Not only was she considered one of the biggest names in the adult entertainment industry, but she was owner of ZZ studios, one of the biggest porn studios in the world. Being a tiger-skunk, Zig Zag was always unique; when a child, she was treated as a freak or unnatural. Once puberty hit her and her body changed, the treatment changed. Her unique fur and personality made her exotic and as a result, desirable to everyone that had lustful intentions. She had tried to make it as a model, but her exotic look didn't work: but not for pornography. She became a celebrity equal to any Hollywood actress, and when she started running her own studios, sales of its work rivaled most mainstream dvd sales. Naturally at a strip club like this, they would know her well.
"Benny?" Sheila introduced, "This is my boss, Zig Zag. Zig, meet Benny."
Benny held out a huge hand which Zig Zag accepted. "An honor to meet you, Ma'am." He said with a definite redness growing in his ears. "I'm a huge fan of your work."
Zig Zag smiled, surprised at the huge canine's gentle grip. Everyone who acted like this to her was a 'huge fan', but she took it in stride. She loved the attention sure, but she felt a sense of pride in that she made people happy with her work. Granted, the work was amoral to some people, but life wasn't exactly easy, and if she could entertain people by spreading her legs and having sex in front of a camera, it'd do.
"Nice to meet a fan, Benny." Zig replied sweetly, "Sheila here says you got quite a show here tonight."
"Yes, Ma'am." Benny said, a strangely polite if old-fashioned response. "Tigerlily was the boss's best acquisition."
Zig Zag tilted her head, "Tigerlily? Is that her stage name?"
Benny nodded, opening the door, "That's right, Ma'am. You're just in time to catch the show. The club is always packed for her, but I think the boss won't mind me bringing in a VIP to the club for tonight."
Sheila bounced ahead as Zig Zag nodded to Benny, "Thanks hon, but call me Zig Zag. Calling me Ma'am makes me sound like a MILF."
Benny grinned and seemed embarrassment, "No offense, Ma...I mean Zig Zag...Can't seem to get rid of the old army training."
The females walked into the alien-like glow of a dark blue bar, the neon lights around the bar and the walls creating an aura around the foggy clouds that seemed to stick to the ceiling. The air reaked of smoke, booze and a hint of sex. Furs were all around, sitting at the bar, talking, drinking, getting hit on, or watching the various females dancing around the poles on stage. One particular fur, a sexy looking black feline was giving a wolf a lapdance, writhing her body just inches from the male who looked like he was struggling to not grab the girl and molest her on the spot. Everywhere was the sound of clinking glasses, drinking, laughing, talking and a few shouts, all the while the air throbbed with the heavy base of a techno beat coming from the speakers around the corners of the room.
Sheila took Zig's hand and escorted her over to a small booth in the corner, sitting down with Zig Zag in such a way that she could still see the stage, but stay obscured. Thankfully, the club was dark enough to hide her true appearance, which was surely going to cause distractions the club wouldn't want, and neither did she. Tonight was a time to relax, and see what Sheila was making such a fuss over.
A waitress came up to them, a female Dalmatian, wearing a skirt, apron and little else, her naked B-cup breasts bouncing freely.
"What can I get you, ladies?" the waitress said, leaning forward to let her breasts jiggle. She seemed to be chomping on what zig-zag hoped was gum.
"Two beers, Dallas!" Sheila exclaimed. The waitress smiled at the vixen.
"Back again, I see." the topless Dallas said with a smile.
"I didn't want to miss seeing her again!" Sheila responded, turning to look at Zig Zag, "and I brought my boss to see her as well."
Dallas turned at Zig Zag and responded as most did with a look of such shock, Zig was sure the girl nearly swallowed her gum. "You're....?" Zig Zag responded with only a nod. The Dalmatian looked like she was about to gush, but thankfully kept her composure.
"Do us both a favor, Dallas." Zig zag intoned, slipping a twenty into the waitress' apron pocket, "Keep my presence known to only us and your boss. Don't want to cause a fuss."
Dallas nodded, hugging her arms around her chest and stepping back, "O-of course." She stammered, "Two beers then...be right back!" She turned and seemed to almost half-run back to the bar. Zig Zag watched as the Dalmatian bent over the bar to whisper into the bartender's ear, then pointing towards them. The Bartender, a large bear looked like he went into shock and turned his eyes to their booth. Sighing she slumped back into the booth seat. Any other time, she would love the attention, but today was a day to relax and get a bit drunk, maybe head back home and play with Sheila until she collapsed.
The dancers on stage finished their set as Dallas returned, with two large cups full of a frothy brown liquid, as well as a bottle of Jack Daniel's and two shot glasses.
Zig Zag looked up at Dallas who said, "Compliments of the house." Zig Zag smiled and thanked the girl, who went off to help other guests. This was one perk of her status that she never minded. As her fingers wrapped around the glass, the stage lights dimmed, plunging the bar into an even darker existence.
"This is it!" Sheila squealed, turning to look to the stage.
Staring up at the stage, a spotlight shone on the back of the stage curtains as the DJ announced, "And now, ladies and gentlefurs, the moment you're all waiting for. The Pussy Galore's star attraction! You love her, you want her, our own TIGERLILY!"
As the curtains parted, Zig Zag's eyes went wide as saucers. Appearing on stage was a tall, athletic looking tigress, her fur a rich orange and laced horizontally from ankle to head with black stripes, ending just shy around her front where her underbelly was a snowy white. What made Zig stare in shock was this tigress wasn't all tiger; Her feet were slightly larger, ending in green colored claws, thighs toned and built more like a martial artist than just a dancer. Her breasts were a good C-cup, maybe bigger, being held back by a tiny green micro bikini, the thong doing very little to cover up her crotch. Her arms were slender and muscles rippled under her fur in the spotlight. What finally caught her eyes was this tigress didn't have the usual feline ears, but long rabbit ears that stood up boldly through a thick mane of blood red fur. She even noticed finally the emerging woman's ass; where a long serpentine tail should have been was a tuft of white downy fur like a rabbit. She was a hybrid like her! A Tiger/rabbit hybrid!
Zig's heart seemed to stop as Tigerlily strutted down the walkway to the pole, hips popping back and forth, which seemed to mesmerize the furs closer to the stage. Some of the onlookers were already laying their offerings on the stage, as if giving sacrifices to a Goddess. Zig was stunned just by the knowledge of another hybrid like her. Hybrids were rare; like blue-moon rare. Hybrids of similar species were common enough, like different breeds of cats, but it was the hybrids, completely different Genus bearing children, that was the rarity. Zig Zag and her siblings were unique, but it was Zig That had the true hybrid uniqueness of her tiger-striped fur and skunk tail. To have a hybrid coming from the mingling of a predator and prey fur..and this particular hybrid was exceptional.
Tigerlily reached the pole and began to walk around the pole, swishing her hips around and teasing her audience with the look of her perfect peach of an ass and her slightly bobbing breasts, the mini bikini doing what it could to contain her beautiful curves. The music pulsated in a thick bass, making the air almost thud against Zig Zag as she watched the Tiger-bunny dance.
Leaping off her feet, Tigerlily lifted her body up off the stage, orbiting the pole for about three revolutions before landing on the stage, her legs extended on either side in a perfect splits. She landed in front of an overweight canine in a business suit. She winked at him and leaned her torso over, letting her tits dangle in front of the dog's eyes. Instantly the man tossed several large bills onto the stage, making the Tigerbunny dart out her tongue and run them along the top of her muzzle. Several other patrons started tossing loose change, bills and some even pieces of paper; no doubt with their phone numbers on them. She pulled herself back up onto the stage and started to dance, spinning , twirling, lifting her leg up high while parading herself around the stage.
Sheila whistled and cheered as Tigerlily turned to face the crowd. She lifted one of her legs up high, holding it up practically to her head, turning her legs into a perfect straight vertical line. Zig Zag saw how her muscles tightened even under her pelt of tiger-fur; this wasn't a simple stripper either. She was trained, probably a martial artist or professional dancer. She was agile, supple, toned and flexible--VERY flexible. This hybrid was not only as exotic as she was, but she had serious talent. What was she doing working at a dive like this then?
"Wait here, Zigs!" Sheila shouted over the heavy music as she stood up and rushed towards the stage. Tigerlily was now hooking her leg around the pole and doing a couple revolutions, stopping until she was in mid air and forming a perfect V, her head tilted back and her body held up by only one hand on the pole. Sheila squeezed through the furs and placed a small wad of bills on the stage along with the several other offerings there as well. Sheila was a excitable girl, but she never got this excited about anything like this. What was it about this Tigerlily that got this crowd building to a frothing mass?
After a few minutes of more erotic dancing, Tigerlily turned her back to the crowd, bending forward to stick her tight ass out and wiggling it hypnotically before the lucky ones staring at her. She kept her ass just out of reach of those who might try to reach out for a feel, but just close enough that they can see the flimsy thong wedged up between her pert cheeks. Sheila was coming back as the Tigerbunny pulled herself back upright, only to flip her body back around suddenly, wrapping her legs around the pole and leaning up against the metal pole, her body now upside down and arms extended outward. The audience seemed to go nuts, several more tips being tossed on stage.
With her body inverted over the stage, she brought her hands to her front and fiddled with a snap on her top. The bikini top seemed to snap like an elastic band, her breasts openly exposed, jiggling from the sudden release from the confining top. The furs around the stage seemed to go nuts, and several attendants had to grab hold of cell phones from some of them who tried to get a set of free pics for later. She pulled herself up and took hold of the pole, righting herself up, her ass turned towards the crowd. She circled her hips around, taunting the furs with her tight ass while still hiding her now naked tits from their gaze.
She was good, Zig Zag thought, and as she was starting to feel herself getting caught up in the motions, she happened to hear a familiar loud and high pitched sound. She turned towards the bar and gasped as a four foot mustilid stood on a barstool, grinning wickedly as he stared up at stage. Behind him, stood a very large set Doberman, arms folded over his thick chest and watching through black glasses.
It was Sam the weasel, and his bodyguard, Boskov. Sam was a minor competitor in the adult market, and he considered himself Zig Zag's rival, though she considered him nothing more than scum. He had a notorious reputation for abusing his employees, especially the women. The headlines of a suicide of Vanessa Vale still echoed into her mind, and constantly reminding her about the dangers of the adult film industry and some of the more immoral types. Vanessa was a beautiful woman and got signed on with Sam over two years ago. Since then Sam worked her like a slave, putting her into everything from lesbian bondage, to full on gangbangs. There had been rumors of drug addiction but never proven; Zig Zag knew better though--this is Sam. After a two year run, she was found in her bathroom shower dead, wrists slit. Zig Zag was never close to Vanessa, but Sheila was, and it took a long time for the vixen to recover. Seeing Sam here only meant one thing: he was scouting talent, and had his eyes on Tigerlily. Perhaps he thought he could turn this girl into the next "Zig Zag" clone and make her into his personal meal ticket. The thought sickened her as to what lengths he might go to get another "Vanessa Vale" and the possible outcome.
Turning her attention back to the stage, Zig Zag watched as Tigerlily leaned back against the pole, bending her legs out and parting them to let those watching to see a good view between her powerful legs. Holding the pole with one hand she used the other to start tracing a claw down between her breasts, then along her flat stomach, and then further down until she was running her finger along the cloth thong that hid her pussy to the crowd. Even Zig Zag started to feel a bit heated as the tiger-bunny could be heard moaning from her erotic touch. She's too good for Sam, she thought to herself, pondering what she could do with such talent. This girl could be one hell of an actress, but would she be willing to go that far? Most strippers were doing it cause it was the only way to live, or to make income for school. Rarely some did it cause they just liked to be watched. Whatever reason she did this, she decided that she would at least talk to her and warn her about Sam.
Suddenly a ruckus occurred at the stage. A large cougar, growling and slurring speech elbowed one of the assistants, knocking him down and he started crawling up on stage.
"Yo, asshole, off the stage!" the DJ yelled through the mic. Several bodyguards started rushing through but the unruly cougar was already on stage, heading towards Tigerlily.
"Bitch," He said with an intoxicated slur, "You've been asking for it all night...so I'm going to give it to you."
Tigerlily turned to look at the cougar and smiled, "Sugah...you're so drunk right now, you probably couldn't get it up with a forklift." Her voice was southern...like some chick from the days of the civil war.
The cougar rushed her, as if trying to grab her, but Tigerlily grabbed the pole and swung hard, dodging the drunken bum's shoddy attempt at grappling. She spun around until she was behind him, delivering a hard kick to his rear end, sending the cat crashing down into the crowd. Chaos erupted as the bouncers grabbed and held the drunk down. The bartender barked an order and two bartenders, both topless, rushed up on stage to collect her tips, the tiger-bunny walking down the walkway and into the back. Obviously, the show was over.
"Aw shit." Sheila whined, "Just when it was getting good!" Zig Zag turned and noticed Sam and his thug had disappeared.
"Shit! Sam's gone!" She cursed.
Sheila turned to look at Zig Zag, "Sam?"
Zig Zag hadn't intended on saying anything, but it just came out. "...the Weasel. Saw him at the bar. Now he's gone." She had never seen Sheila really pissed off before, but when she said 'the weasel' it was like turning her into a psychotic bitch. She stood up and snarled--she never snarled to Zig Zag--and was clenching her fists into tiny balls.
"Where is he?" Sheila growled.
Another burst of chaos appeared as a dark figure tumbled out of the stage area and landed face on the ground. It was Boskov, groaning and barely moving. Benny suddenly burst out of the shadows and darted up the stage. The club was quiet and unmoving for a long time, then sounds of a fight in the back burst through.
Suddenly Sam the weasel appeared, put into a headlock under the tigerstriped arms of Tigerlily, still topless and gripping him in a vice. Benny was on Tigerlily not trying to help, but to get her to let him go. Sam had started turning blue and his eyes bulged.
"Kris!" Benny cried out, "Let him go! He's suffocating!"
"JACK!" Tigerlily roared, finally releasing the grip of the weasel who sputtered and gasped for breath. She grabbed him by the back of his pants and hurled him into the prone Boskov, and the two tumbled into a heap.
The bear behind the bar, Jack, was furious, "What the hell, Kris!" He roared at the half naked hybrid. "What are you doing, beating up my patrons?"
Tigerlily ground her heel into Sam's back, making him shriek in pain. "What's the idea of allowing this scum backstage? You know who this little shit-stain is?
Jack bellowed, "He paid me to have a talk with you! What's the big fucking deal, girl?"
She pointed at the weasel, "That's Sam Weaselston, AKA Sam the Weasel!"
The color seemed to drain out of the bear's face and fur, "THAT Sam the Weasel?" His face then turned dark as he grabbed hold of the ferret's scruff, "You lying piece of guttertrash! Benny! Grab his friend and toss them and that drunk fuck out! I want them off my property yesterday!"
Benny complied, grabbing the unconscious Doberman and Sam. He and the other two bouncers escorted all three through the crowd and out the door.
Not only was she a skilled dancer and erotic artist...but she just kicked the ass of Sam the Weasel and his bodyguard. "No doubt about it," Zig Zag thought, a smile crossing her face. "I'm in love."