Club Crasher
A request for Furbait17 on FA.
Club Crasher
By Luther
A blue furred figure sat in a cushioned chair the establishment, crowned in neck-length purple hair and azure ears swiveling to take in the music. It wasn't exactly typical of these clubs, burlesque would be a word for it. So would erotic. His nose rankled at the air, perfumed with honey and cherry scented cigar and pipe smoke.
Though it wasn't terribly obvious at first, he had the tail, pouch, and lower body of a kangaroo while the remainder was closer to a dog, husky perhaps. To be fair, not many would immediately guess this combination so he rarely held it against any who were left confused.
Ravening was his name, though he went by "Rave" for short. Yes, he was aware of the many dance related jokes that could be made about it but they were always done in good jest. This was a good thing, since they could be hard to avoid whenever he visited the various clubs and bars. This particular venue happened to be a non-traditional type of gentleman's club for gentlemen who are interested in other gentlemen.
A certain canine dancer had caught his eye, of lighter hued fur somewhere between amber and buff color, slightly droopy ears, and a friendly wide nose. He wore a pair of thin and round-framed glasses, a red scarf, matching boxer-briefs, and nothing else. His corner of the club seemed somehow warmer and more inviting, somehow.
And so there Rave sat, looking up at the dog on stage stretching up on his legs, chest out, to show off the most proudly prominent feature of his at viewer eye-level. Dear heavens did he fill out those briefs to near bursting! It had to be a bundle as big as his head. Rave found urges building to reach out and touch it, brush his fingers against it just to see if all that was real. He held hopes that a single touch could set the dog to grow nice and hard to ultimately break free of the restraining clothing right in front of him. But the dog on stage had monumental self-control in that department. He had to in order to do this. Rave, however, had much less and was growing turgid in mere moments of locking eyes onto that bulge.
This particular dancer, Gruine, had noticed his ogler's preoccupation with him and fed from it, making his way closer to Rave as he danced, swaying that round and barely contained package to further fascinate him. While Gruine had attracted a fair number of other onlookers, the draw between him and Rave was mutual. At some point in his routine he had to focus on one, why not Rave?
The kangahusky was held in rapt attention as the fellow on stage came his way. His eyes were wide as he neared and one can imagine how he felt when Gruine not only stepped down but onto his seat in one fluid motion. The chair was built to recline partly, likely for situations just like this. The next thing he knew, Rave was tilted back with the dog straddling his lap, facing him with that big and squishy groin pressed into the blue-furred belly. Such warmth!
"Did they not mention?" asked the dog, placing hands on Rave's shoulders. "Here, you -are- allowed to touch the dancers. But that means the dancers can touch back," he said through a thin smile. He ended his routine there. Another dancer would be behind him and he was off the stage now, after all. At last, Rave found his voice now that the spell had lifted and spoke up.
"Sorry for staring, I just couldn't help but appreciate your . . . skills," Rave tried not to glace down at the masculine lump pushing into him. The dog smiled again. "Would you care to have a drink with me?" Rave smiled back. Yes, this should work out well.
"I don't think I'm supposed to drink on the job but I can take my break. Sure. Let's bring this over to a more private booth, yes?" Rave had no problem acquiescing to that request, it wasn't as if things were going to stay private for long. They found a corner booth away from most the music and prying eyes. Rave looked over to the bartender and nodded twice, holding up two fingers at an angle. The signal was received and a just a few moments later, two such mixed beverages made their way to their table. They toasted to a likely cheesy joke. It didn't matter.
Gruine had no idea what was arranged to be put in his drink. Though, if he did, he might just approve anyway.
The canine barely had time to reach his third sip before he felt a strangeness overcome him. A slow, deep stretching sound came from the dog, able to just be heard over the music. Namely, it came from his crotch as the fabric strained -or maybe it was Gruine himself audibly stretching? While Rave knew what was happening, the dog was less expecting to start growing upwards in his seat, arms spontaneously lengthening across the table. Alas, a swinging elbow knocked over the drink to Rave's chagrin. Still, he definitely drank enough for some fun to ensue.
Gruine expanded in great bursts, shuddering upward to fill his side of the booth. His arms flew outward to brace himself. A rising knee began to lift the table between them, granting Rave a fantastic view of a failing pair of briefs and the source of a loud tearing sound. The ruddy color of the dog's cock was showing through shredding fabric as endorphins rushed the canine's system. The swiftly growing dog moaned, his member growing darker in color as it stiffened and proceeded to destroy his only article of clothing, just as was secretly hoped.
The table was knocked aside entirely as the dog's endowment burgeoned outward at an alarming rate, starting to fill the space the table occupied. Taller and taller he grew and even when seated he loomed above. Gruine's huge balls billowed outward to fill his lap, the bobbing tip of his cockhead poked against Rave. He would be embarrassed that he was making a scene if he weren't so obviously enjoying it.
"Sometimes it just does what it wants to do. And it seems to like you," the dog said, panting in pleasure as his swelling shaft pressed up against Rave, letting the intense heat of it suffuse through the smaller male's body. Another shudder, the dog's body rocketed upward again, coming to somewhere around twelve feet or so. He was beginning to draw attention and he knew it. Something like that tends to happen when a giant paw and dog leg attached to it goes jutting out onto the main room, knocking aside a chair and almost bowling over a server carrying drinks.
Gruine tried to stand up but found that he didn't quite have the room to maneuver, instead bumping his ever-growing pride into Rave and almost pushed him down. The massive member was big enough to hug, possibly even too thick for him to wrap his arms all the way around! If he held onto it he might have been lifted into the air. The canine grunted as he surged larger once more, bumping his head onto the ceiling. It was absolutely lovely for Rave to watch but becoming slightly problematic for the building. Aside from quickly forcing the premises to be vacated by everyone else, that is. When a sixteen foot tall dog with nuts that could crush any of the club's tables shows up, most people wouldn't remained seated at it. Most. Of course there was one or two who stayed from pure fascination or curiosity.
It was Rave who got the prize, however, face to face with the fleshy pulsing behemoth that was Gruine's dick. All he could think to do was press himself up against it with his entire body, run his hands along it, and cover it with as many licks and kisses as he could.
Gruine gasped as he felt the blue huskaroo's lips and tongue pass over his most sensitive of areas. That enormous and heaving shaft flexed, the bulbous head swelling momentarily larger from reflex. Despite being almost painfully erect, the weight of it was such that it still drooped a little, arcing up and over Rave as it continued to grow.
Another wave overcame the dog, the largest of all, one that left him doubling over to avoid punching a hole through the ceiling! His fantastically huge, gravid cock was holding at the angle of a heavy artillery piece and anyone who could see it would believe it might go off like one too! Those light tan furred monsters he called balls were pushing aside tables or just covering them as they broke until it reached the side of the stage; they welled up and bumping against the main stage like some tide of flesh until it too was subsumed beneath.
Slowly, eventually the growth came to a gradual halt, leaving a truly titanic canine filling up an almost empty lounge and club. The music kept right on playing over the speakers even though all the customers have fled.
"What the hell?!?" exclaimed a rather flustered brown bat coming down the stairs from the offices above. He surveyed the damage, eyes mostly lingering on the most obvious new feature of the room, until he found Rave. "Dammit, not you again!" he yelled, "I thought I told you to take those shenanigans elsewhere!"
Rave just grinned as he made for the door.