Last Dance
December, 30
The ferret sat in the dressing room, applying his makeup, girling himself up a bit. He put blush on his cheeks, dark blue lipstick on his lips, fake eyelashes and even curled his whiskers to accentuate his feminine features. He reached into his bag for mascara. Didn't feel a thing. He looked away from his the mirror, checked his bag. "Oh pooh, I forgot my mascara again."
"Here, you can use mine." The cute dalmatian on the station next to him handed the ferret some of his.
"Oh, thank you, Damon."
The dalmatian giggled as he put on a pair of fake devil horns, "That's the Damned One on stage, baby."
The ferret laughed, "Baby, Halloween was a couple months back I think."
"Well, he's back by popular demand to raise a little more hell this year."
The ferret play-punched his co-worker. "Oh you..." He applied some mascara to his face. "Oh, this is a nice shade, where do I buy this?"
Damon blushed, "Oh, just some cute little store down at the mall where my boyfriend works. He got me that for Christmas and a few other things I'd rather not mention, Kit." He winked girlishly.
"Oh, you sexy little whore."
Damon feigned indignation, "I am not little, you slinky with fur."
Kit laughed just as someone else entered the dressing room.
Both males got an eyeful of floppy, black, zebra cock.
Kit closed Damon's mouth for him. "Hey, Tyrone, you're all done with your show?"
The big zebra nodded, "Yeah, ain't that what it usually means when one of us walks in dicks hangin'?" He looked at the dalmatian who was still locked on to his flaccid branch. "Damon, you're up next."
The dog snapped out of his trance, "Oh, oh yeah, thanks Ty. I haven't seen much horse cock since my boy had to start working double-shifts for the holiday season so um..." He trailed off as he stared at it again. "Yeah."
Tyrone rolled his eyes, "Well as tragic as that sounds, you gotta get up or you're out of a job, dude."
Damon shook his head. "Right!" He finished putting on his sexy devil costume, picked up his toy pitchfork he bought at a party store in October. "Okay guys, wish me luck."
...
The devilish dalmatian, The Damned One, stood on stage before a crowd of mostly males, but also a lot of pretty girls who came to see some cute guys get naked on stage.
Damon heard his song begin playing and he began his routine, swaying his hips like a debutante at her first dance, turned around to show his cute devil tail, his own tail inside the admittedly uncomfortable tube that formed the fake tail. He raised his tail to show everyone the outline of his balls through the tight satin panties he wore.
A few guys whistled, but no one seemed impressed yet.
"Tough crowd." He whispered to himself. He got up, twirling his pitchfork like a baton, then used it to catch the pole so he swung around the brass fixture letting his tail fly high and letting everyone see his exposed pucker. He heard some catcalls from the females, the rest of the crowd was beginning to warm up to him.
Damon hung upside down from the top of the pole; he turned his pitchfork and took the plastic handle up his throat as far as he could. This little shock factor got a big reaction from the crowd. He grinned and continued deepthroating his plastic toy while carefully working his panties off so he didn't slip. His semi-erect shaft and balls hung free and he started to feel himself up while still giving oral to the toy.
...
Kit waited backstage; it would be his turn after Damon, then he'd be able to check out and get home for New Year's. He checked his watch. "Almost time..." He looked himself over. His costume wasn't so extravagant as Damon's, but it would still turn some heads, he thought.
He wore a sexy Egyptian costume, which didn't hide much of his body. For the most part, he had a kilt, no underwear beneath and his chest was bare. His wrists had fake gold cuffs that were pretty gawdy, but he wasn't as picky as his friend so he didn't mind. Around his neck was the sort of ornamental collar ancient Egyptian men wore, same tacky gold paint on what felt like cheap leather. He didn't pick the costume himself, obviously. He fixed his headdress as he muttered to himself, "The things I have to do..."
The rhino stagehand tapped him on the shoulder. "You're up."
Kit patted the tall herbivore on his brawny arm, "Thanks Bruno."
...
Damon arched his back as cum shot out in an arc from his perch on the pole, some struck his face, most shot out into the surrounding audience.
The crowd let out a collective roar at this.
The dalmatian giggled as he slid down from the pole, blew a kiss to his audience before gathering his clothes and returning backstage as the curtains closed.
He caught Kit as soon as he came out, locked lips with the handsome ferret.
Kit let the kiss happen, he wasn't involved in any way with the dalmatian, but Damon was the giddy, kissing, loving type. His paw fell to the dog's crotch. He felt the sticky cum in his pubic fur. "You naughty boy, you jerked off for the crowd again, didn't you?"
Damon clicked his tongue, "Don't act like I'm the only one that does it, Perv." He kissed the ferret again on the cheek before sauntering off back to the dressing room, his tight feminine rear shaking left to right with each step.
Kit blew air through his lips.
...
Kit waited behind the curtain, any second now they would open and he'd have to give his best show. He was the last dancer of the night, and before New Year's Eve, the last of the year. He had to make it the best show.
The curtain went up and Culture Club began playing. He shook his head, "That stupid song again..." He quickly composed himself and danced out onto the stage in his costume. He already knew from the minimal clothing he had on, he wouldn't really be that much of a sight. He threw off his collar, his headdress and let everyone see his pretty face.
Some of the guys and girls watching showed interest; he was quite handsome for a skinny guy.
Damon had already checked out and was up front in the crowd, dressed in his normal clothes, normal for him anyway, as he watched his friend onstage. "Damn, that boy can move."
Kit saw the dalmatian, but did not break his concentration. He performed some flips, showcasing how fit, how agile he was.
Many of the women whistled at this sudden show of masculinity.
Now Kit was smiling, he had his preferred audience's attention. He ripped off his kilt and was now completely naked, his flaccid, uncut, humanoid cock flopping as he danced against the brass pole. Now he was showing off for his ladies, though all the fellas definitely got a good show of his assets as well.
Damon shook his head, "Showoff."
Now the ferret was on all fours as Closer began playing. He crawled toward his audience, ground his hardening shaft against the stage as he searched the crowd for a target. He focused on a pretty mousette who stood front and center before him.
The white mouse gulped as she watched him through glasses too comically big for her.
"Hey girl..." Kit whispered to her as he got closer.
She gulped again, her eyes glued to the swinging manhood that drew closer while she stood there like she'd just seen the universe.
Kit crouched on the edge of the stage, his cock inches from the mouse's face. He beckoned her closer with one finger.
