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“...And then she dumped all his clothes out of her apartment window! Man, people must have been listening to that commotion for miles around!” Bill slung his shoulder bag up across his chest, his characteristic smile spread across his muzzle as he joined Tao and Aoba at the door to the drama club locker rooms. The excitement between the three of them was palpable, and all any of them could seem to think about was this upcoming evening.
The prior Monday, every 3rd year drama student had gotten an invitation from the previous years’ team leader and Cherryton Alumnist Sheila. She was hosting a new theme night at the night club Noble Option downtown, and wanted them all to come out and lose it with her, provided they were 18. “Friends of the Maiden”, as she called them, would be guaranteed a spot in that night’s capacity, a drink discount, and a more vague VIP experience. In addition to all these perks, there would be drag performers, a host of guest DJ’s, and cheap shots.
This was, of course, both thrilling and terrifying for these newly minted young men. Such a uniquely adult experience was exciting, and even Bill, who’d claimed to have been to his share of parties, had never been clubbing before.
The three carnivores parked themselves outside of the herbivore dormitory, and not a moment too soon, that flirty, effeminate Dall Shep waltzed through the double doors, playfully feigning suprise at the upperclassmen. “Oh heavens! I’ve been surrounded by a horde of vicious brutes..! Oh, whatever shall I do..!”
The thespian fell into Bill’s chest, the tiger dodging his horns and catching Pina under their armpits. “Fear not, fair maiden! I’ll save you from those evil feline tyrants!” Aoba took the herbivore’s hand and spun him away from Bill, whilst throwing a fake punch toward Tao. The panther gasped dramatically, and fell alongside Bill, the two cats feigning their mortal wounds. It had become abundantly clear to any passerby that those weird drama kids were in a good mood.
That same previous Monday, at rehearsal, Pina had been called into the Leader’s room by Bill to speak in private. He had expected some sort of performance or attendance lecture, but was instead met by a bunch of giddy highschool boys, hoping to get some styling advice for their upcoming club night.
So, as the last classes of the day let out Friday afternoon, the four of them- Bill, Aoba, Pina, and Tao- set out to the Avenues’ shopping district, on the west side of the city, to find some new club gear.
Their bright moods seemed to light up the whole platform, the students laughing and joking and catching up with the events of the week. The sheep pulled out the flyer Bill had given him, making a list of things they’d need to get. The night’s theme was Neon Lite, and the advertisement touted that the house lights would be completely off, the club only lit by bright colorful lighting installments and the patron’s dance lights. Glancing up, Pina locked onto a small vendor kiosk against the wall, selling all sorts of nick-knacks and tchotchkes. Fidget spinners hung from racks, disposable cameras lined the counter. Graphic tees wallpapered the back of the stall. Right next to the register, there were packs of glow sticks. Hearing the train rumbling down the tunnel, he quickly strode over to the vendor and bought a good handful of them, about 6 packs. They were cheap. Returning to his pack, he grinned, and shoved them down into Aoba’s bag. “Step one, done! Make sure those don’t crack, Aoba.”
The boys weren’t on the train for long before their younger chaperone dragged them out of the station, leading them towards an alley on the edge of Fulsome Ave. the sun was low in the sky, and many storefronts had their lights on already, advertisements for “male enhancement”, “adult novelties”, “cosplay”, “adult theatre” glowing down on the one way street. If the good good charter school boys were feeling sheepish, they did their best not to show it, and followed the confident herbivore into a store just christened “Alterations”.
The thick smell of PVC bit at the felines’ noses, joined by the sent of incense and catnip and oil.
“I was thinking, since it’s all accent lighting, we’ll get you guys into something shiny. Really make you glow on the floor, ya know?”
The three upperclassmen were a bit more obviously bashful now, feeling a little exposed and intimidated by the prevalence of so many intimate... things.
“ I didn’t think it was gonna be so.... horny, I guess” Bill finally replied to the expectant Dall sheep, still smiling, but fidgeting with his hands.
“Aw, don’t be such a baby. It’s a lights-out event! What did you expect?”
He dragged the tiger along as though he’d been the first to volunteer. “It doesn’t mean you have to be looking to fuck, but it could be a nice bonus!”
Pina turned away from the big cat to ask the clerk on duty if they had a skin suit that wasn’t crotchless, and Bill felt his cheeks redden. He was pretty uncomfortable having such candidly sexual talk with a minor, and was pretty relieved that there was nobody else in the store. His thoughts were interrupted when the herbivore dumped some latex into his arms.
“Grab a pair of compression shorts and go try that on, see how you like it. I’ve still got work to do. Oh Aoba..!” He sung as he skipped off to hunt down the other predators.
The tiger slipped into the dressing room, finding himself in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, and surrounded by lamps. There were neon signs next to gothic looking sconces, floor lamps and lamps on the tables. On the wall, four switches, each one labeled.
“Daywalk”
“Photoshoot”
“Onstage”
“Blackout”
Bill tugged off his civvies, and pulled on his compression underwear. In the mirror, a strong, young tiger stared back at him, handsome and sculpted. He was no bodybuilder, but had been making an effort to keep up his physical appearance once he had been nominated to lead the acting team back at school.
Stretching, he picked up the bodysuit Pina had picked out for him, and stepped into it. Inside the PVC was smooth and matte, like jersey fabric, and it didn’t do much as tug an orange hair from his pelt as he slid it up over his knees, thighs, and buttocks. It was far more snug than anything Bill was used to. He’d worn tights for stage performances before, but nothing like this. It felt as though the rubber was shaping, molding him. He continued, tugging the suit up over his chest, and snaking his striped arms through the sleeves. It zipped down the back, all the way from his tail to the nape of his neck.
He met the eyes of the tiger in the mirror again. It smirked back at him, it’s core encased in a smooth black rubber one piece. The suit was cut high on the thighs, leaving some of his milky white fur visible below the hem. His bulge was obviously prominent, as were his abs, his pecs. It didn’t bunch, it didn’t lump up his fur. It was truly like a second skin. Wow. I look like a real pervert in this, huh...
He slapped down the light switches, and all but the neon died, leaving him in the darkness. Just then came a knock at the door.
“Huh.? Uh, occupied!”
“I know you’re in there, Bill. How’s the suit?”
“It’s pretty snug. I dunno, Pina...”
“Ahh, it’s supposed to be snug. Don’t want you to have any wrinkles when you catch the light, right? Anyway, here.”
Some stuff was tossed over the door, clinking softly onto the dressing room floor.
“Just some finishing touches, then you gotta come out and model for us!”
Chains? Uh.... no. As the tiger picked it up, what he felt were straps of rubber, cool metal rivers holding it all together. Some sort of harness. He flipped the lights back on, giving another second to admire his reflection. Maybe he could get used to this...
He stepped closer to the mirror, and something throbbed inside his chest. The closer he got, the closer the strong, handsome tiger in the reflection came. He lifted the latex to his chest, buckling the collar around his neck, watching his reflection tighten it snugly, confidently. There was a twitch, another, and some swelling. The reflection reached down, never taking his eyes off Bill, and groped at his smooth rubber bulge. Fuck... The harness hung down to just below his pecs, and strapped up underneath his arms. He watched the tiger in the reflection buckle it up, making sure it was secure before its hands started to roam, feeling the smooth rubber that encased his core. His face got hotter, his cock throbbed under his suit, he leaned into the tiger in the mirror, and-
“Bill? You good in there? Need help with the harness?”
Tao’s voice smashed through the tiger’s lusty thoughts, his lips inches away from locking with his own reflection. God, Jesus Rex. He must be hot, with a reaction like this.
He unlatched the half door and stepped out. On his immediate left, Tao stood, now dressed in short latex shorts and a fishnet mesh shirt. He also was wearing latex leggings and arm warmers, and had a collar around his neck. Aoba stood to the immediate right, and had a suit similar to Bill’s own. He was also equipped with knee-high boots, and a more elaborate harness.
Seated between the three of them was Pina, obviously delighted, still wearing their street clothes. “You all are going to slay that floor tonight, look at you. The lights are gonna drip off you guys.”
The excitement was back. It buzzed in the air. Bill flexed in his suit, swinging his tail around. It was all suddenly real, seeing each other in real actual clubwear. This was going to be the best damn night of the year.
You three will have to wear your clothes over top of your suits, we’ll be going straight there after you buy em. Or, you guys will be, I’ll have to wait my turn.”
“Wha- naw, we can sneak you in..! You gotta come with us!”
“No way! I’m not trying to step to anyone tonight. I’ve got 2 more years of drama club. You guys will do fine, but before I go-“
The sheep pulled the glow sticks out of Aoba’s pack, cracking them in sequence, and then ripping them apart. Using the glowing dye, he painted up the three carnivores in turn. Tao got leopard spots down his arms and back. Bill’s stripes were colored in, and Aoba was painted with stars and wavy lines.
“Sickening. You three will be neck-breakers.”
“Man, that’s a super cool idea! Where’d you come up with that, Pina?”
“I have my means. Don’t groom yourselves with your tongue, that stuff is crazy poisonous.”
Not too much later, the three departed from their herbivore friend, catching different lines to their respective destinations. The Noble Option wasn’t too much further down the line, so within 15 minutes the three 18 year olds found themselves back out on the street. The sun had fully set by now, and they orbited around each other as they walked, admiring each other’s glowing body paint. It was pretty deserted at this part of town, but as they turned down Industrial Road E, they felt it. The distinctive kick of loud, earthshaking dance music.
A single sign hung above the threshold to the club, reading “N.O. Entry”. The boys joined the short queue of patrons waiting to be admitted. peering over the heads of those in front of him, Bill did a double take at the familiar silhouette guarding the door. They edged closer, the pounding base underneath them louder and clearer. Bubbles of nervousness started to froth in these young adults’ chests, though they would never admit it. It felt like the peak of a rollercoaster, or a moment of suspense in a thriller film. The feeling throbbed behind their ribs, ached in their muscles. It was torture.
The rush of endorphins settled with the wag of a tail, as they emerged to the front of the line to find Legosi standing there, wearing all black, a dress shirt, dress pants, and matching shoes. “Legosi! Oh my god, it’s been forever!” The tiger was the first to pounce, giving a friendly fist bump to his old classmate. “How are you doing, man? You look like you’ve grown a whole nother foot!”
The wolf grinned back sheepishly, standing a little taller. “Ah, maybe just a little bit, Bill-san... I’ve been, uh, working out.”
“You look good, Legosi!” Aoba chimed in. “That’s a fresh look on you.”
Legosi gave himself a once-over, beaming. “thanks! It was, or, uh, Louis helped me pick it out, and tailor it and stuff.”
“Those herbivores really know their stuff, huh? Pina was helping us with our looks for tonight, also!”
“You three look very nice. You’ll fit the room well, I’m sure.”
“Er, well, it’s what we’ve got underneath what we’re wearing...”
The wolf flushed at the realization, of course they were here for Sheila’s party. He should have guessed. Tao looked a little embarrassed too, at broaching the subject so clumsily. “R-right,” Legosi finally said. “You’re here for the maiden. You’ll want to head down the stairs on your left, and stop at the coat closet to change.” His lines were rehearsed, but his tail still wagged behind him. “Always nice to see you three! But we’ll catch up later, I don’t want to spill the line.”
The three boys gave their goodbyes and descended down into the basement. An attendant stood at the door to what was presumably the changing area, offering drinks to the boys. “Nothing too strong, lads!” She said, giving them a toothy smile. “Just loosen you up a bit, get you warm and comfortable.”
Bill accepted graciously, and the others followed suit, taking their glasses into the coat closet they were gestured towards.
It was a simple room, about 6 meters square, the walls lined with little cubbies. A handful of other folks milled around, talking to each other in little groups, some kissing, or maybe just escaping the music. There weren’t three vacant cubbies next to each other, so they split up around the room, telling each other where was what and who’s was who, to better the odds someone would remember. Bill felt himself flush as he stepped out of his clothes, like every eye in the room was suddenly appraising his body. “I wonder if this is how herbivores feel, evaluated like this...” he thought to himself as he tipped his glass back and drank it.
Looking around, Aoba was finished changing too, stowing his shoes in the cavity he had picked. Tao seemed to be a little more hesitant, his top removed but his pants still around his waist. His open fly showed off the faintest glimpse of his smooth latex bulge before Bill jerked his eyes away. Bill approached the panther, nudging the liquor he was nursing up to his mouth. “Cmon, Tao! Let’s stick together for right now, at least. Don’t be a wallflower!”
The smaller cat nodded, and tilted his head back, slowly downing the glass. The tiger grinned approvingly and clapped a hand on Tao’s shoulder, as he slipped out of his civvies and rolled his hips. “That’s the spirit. Let’s hit the floor!”