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Stompin' To The Beat
"She's late," the hyena remarked, looking at her watch. They had been at the dance floor for a good hour, enjoying the latest techno remake of several one-shot pop artists. It didn't occur to the two ladies of the lack of their friend's arrival until they had paused to go outside for some fresh air. The dance floor was crowded with people gyrating, writhing, and flinging their bodies to the beat of the music. "So what, Lynda?" the wolf beside her grinned. "You know how she is, once she gets focused on her workout, she loses all track of time. "I think she had other things in mind that working out, Sasha. Remember the bear who was exercising before we left?" The wolf's muzzle split into a grin, chuckling as they went outside the converted warehouse that served as the club. "Oh yeah, that Ursul guy. I almost feel sorry for him if she gave him her special workout." "I bet you she did," the hyena grinned, gibbering softly as she imagined the scene. "How much you want to bet?" "I'm not going to take that bet." "Don't be such a stick in the mud, Sasha. C'mon, what's a friendly wager, huh?" "I don't make bets I know I'll lose. We both know what's she going to say when she finally arrives." The hyena gibbered with laughter some more, folding her arms across her chest. "Then how about we bet on how she makes her entrance?" "Even after she was warned not to pull those stunts again in public? You're on, I bet she doesn't try." The wolf extended her pinkie to the hyena, who wrapped her own around it before they both simultaneously pulled their hands back, making a slight snapping noise. "She'd better make one hell of an entrance," the hyena smiled, "because I want the most expensive drink in this club." "I hope you brought your credit card, hon, because I have the same kind of thirst." * * * Myle tucked in her shirt, and grinned as it was tight against her chest. Guess it's price to pay for being so buff. What a great workout, she thought as she regarded the unconscious bear in the backseat of her car. She had debated taking him to his apartment, then dismissed it. His neighbors may actually be the types to not ignore a strange lady carrying him into his apartment. Her house wasn't too far away from here, and there were no neighbors to worry about since it was in the woods. She was a private kind of gal, and in these circumstances, she appreciated it. It was her fault he was out like a light, and she felt a pang of responsibility. Besides, he's admittedly hunky, she smiled as she got into her car, started it up, and took the road to her woods. The area was quiet when she got there, the only sounds she heard were that of her paws as they crunched down the leaves that had fallen from the trees. Autumn was clearly on its way, and the foliage was beautiful during the day. The bear (Ursul, she recalled) slung over her shoulder, she carried him towards the front door as easily as she would carry a bag of groceries, her arms barely registering the strain of the ursine's bulk. Upon entering, she went over to the sofa, one of those types that bent at a 90 degree angle, perfect for a large bear. After depositing her houseguest, she covered him with a blanket she got from the hallway closet, and went into her bedroom to get ready for a night out on the town. After putting on one low cut red dress that revealed a single, muscular thigh and the fact she wasn't wearing any undergarments, she was ready to go. The bear was still out cold, so left him a note on the coffee table in case he came to when she went out clubbing. Hope he doesn't freak out too much when he recovers, she thought as she pulled out of her driveway, heading towards the dance club. Sasha and Lynda must be wondering what's keeping me. The tigress suddenly smirked at a thought. Knowing Lynda, she's probably making some kind of bet. * * * "Myle! Over here!" Lynda called out to the tigress as she entered the club, inwardly grimacing. Dammit, the one time she picks to make a normal entrance, she thought to herself before turning to Sasha, who had a triumphant smirk on her muzzle, eyes shining with victory. "OK, Sasha, you win. What do you want?" "Sex on the beach, but since we bet drinks, I'll take a beer. One of the imported ones." The hyena rolled her eyes at the bad joke, and made her way through the crowd to the bar, which was almost as crowded with people as the dance floor. She made a mental note to not make any bets with the wolf as Myle approached the table. "Lynda lost a bet, didn't she?" the tigress asked, taking a seat next to the wolf. "She sure did," Sasha grinned, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her folded hands. "She bet you would make one of those dramatic entrances." Myle laughed out loud. "No, but the night's young, I might just make a scene after all." "You're lucky they like you here, Myle. Especially the owner." "I told him he wasn't my type," the tigress said with a shrug, causing the muscles to strain against the sheer fabric of her dress. "And he still chases after you." "So I'm a bad liar, so what?" Sasha giggled, taking the drink from Lynda, who handed Myle a bottle, leaving one for herself. "That didn't take too long," she said to the hyena as she sat down. "Hey, never underestimate a shake and a wiggle, it'll get you first service at the bar," she grinned, taking a deep swig of the beer. "Thank God for horny bartenders, huh?" Sasha raised her bottle to the center of the table. "Amen." Lynda's bottle clinked against Sasha's. "Even if they're men?" Myle's was the last to join in the toast. "Hey, she might be a carpet muncher, but that doesn't mean she can't take the opportunity to get service." "Equal opportunity homosexual, that's me," Sasha grinned, and joined in the laughter of her friends before turning to Myle, ears perked forward. "Now, what happened to make you so late? Did something happen with you and the bear?" Myle leaned back, taking a sip of her beer. "You could say that." Lynda scooted her chair closer to the tigress. "Well? You going to give us the details, or are you going to keep us in suspense?" Myle gave the hyena a smirk before replying. "He's at my house, unconscious." "Oh, girl, you are so naughty," Lynda gibbered, an amused grin on her muzzle. "Do we get the juicy details?" "Maybe after we do some dancing," Myle smiled, rising from her chair. "Either of you up for it?" "I'm up for some of that action," Lynda grinned, but Sasha shook her head. "I'm passing on this round. I'll just watch." "Suit yourself," Myle said as she took Lynda's hand, the two ladies weaving their way onto the crowded dance floor. Once there, they quickly adapted to the tune of the fast tempo, pressing against each other, the hyena resting her arms on the tigress' muscular shoulders while Myle held onto Lynda's broad hips. "I just know you were bad at the gym, weren't you?" Lynda had to lean in close to Myle's ear to be heard over the thumping music. Myle leaned close to the hyena, who could smell the perfume the tigress wore. "Worse, I was really bad," the tigress replied. The hyena's tail twitched as the scent of Myle's perfume filled her nostrils. It was one of her favorites, especially when she was on the prowl for some female company. "Girl, you are my kind of woman." As they moved their bodies in time to the music, the hyena felt a grin creep across her muzzle when Myle had another surprise for her. "If the mood strikes me, I might be bad here, too," the tigress growled huskily. Lynda started feeling warm with just the thought of the tigress' making good her threat, and she hoped her friend would do just that, because she might be able to give Myle a surprise of her own. "That'd be nice, you doing your own thing while the others just watch, helpless to do anything else." Myle licked her muzzle, her eyes getting a faraway look to them as the images played out in her head. "Oh yeah, that'd be cool," she mouthed quietly to herself. The hyena's grins widened as she saw her words were having the desired effect. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? That rush of power, the feeling you can do anything you want." "It's nice. REALLY nice," Myle admitted. "There are times I just wanna cut loose, see how far I can go with it." Her clothes were already starting to tighten on her, as if they were shrinking. The hyena knew better than that, though. She moved around behind the tigress, her paws sliding over Myle's belly in slow circles. "What's stopping you?" Lynda growled in Myle's ear, which was now far over the hyena's head. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach it. "If I had the power, I'd have some fun with it." Myle's expression clouded over, a frown on her face. "That usually leads to trouble." Lynda had to act fast, as she was losing the tigress--already, the clothes looked less tight. "Aw, c'mon, Myle. You never worry about trouble. I mean, you've rebuilt the gyms how many times? People would pay money to see you wreck the place. There's no one in the world like you, babe." "You're up to something, girl. What is it?" The hyena gave her an impish grin. "I just wanna see you strut your stuff, that's all. Can you imagine what would happen if you ordered a drink that way?" "Girl, you are bad." The dress was getting tighter again, the fabric now straining against the tigress' muscular thighs. "You're going to owe me a new dress, though." "I'll buy you two, 'cause it's worth the price for the fun we're about to have." Myle smiled as she closed her eyes, reaching behind her neck as she felt the music moving her to dance. When she heard her dress ripping away from her body, her smile grew wider. * * * Sasha saw the crowd stop dancing minutes after Myle and Lynda stepped onto the dance floor. It wasn't hard to see why, as the tigress started rising head and shoulders above even the tallest dancer, her outfit falling off her body in tatters. Oh great, she thought. Myle's lucky the owner of this club likes her, but if she grows out of the place, he's gonna be pissed. Not that she thought there was anything the owner could do that could make a powerhouse like Myle worried. The wolf decided to move towards the upper floor of the club before people started panicking. It was always a guess when Myle started growing--some people knew about her talent, while others were scared shitless. She wasn't sure which group was the smarter of the two. Of course, when she saw what was happening on the dance floor, Sasha discovered she might just belong to the latter group. * * * Myle felt her body growing larger and stronger as she continued to dance, her widening paws booming down against the dance floor. In her minds eye, she could see the rapidly shrinking dancers stumbling around. Those who were used to her were probably doing a good job of keeping their footing, but the newbies were most likely scrambling to get as far away from the area as they possibly could. She looked up, opening her eyes to see the scaffolding a few feet away from her muzzle, the lights shining into her eyes. With a small mewl (that thundered even over the music), she lowered to her, blinking to get the spots out of her eyes. It wasn't until her vision cleared that she realized the set of hyena paws that had been rubbing her abdominals were still making those slow, lazy circles around her stomach. Careful not to step on any of the dancers around her huge paws, she turned to look at her hyena friend, and found she had to look slightly up to make eye contact with her, as the ears of the hyena were brushing against the scaffolding. "Surprise," was all Lynda said, though her grin said how gleeful she was at that point. "How...what...huh?" Myle couldn't find the words to form her question, as dumbfounded as she was currently. "I wasn't sure if it would work," Lynda said sheepishly. "I mean, my family has this rare talent to pick up on skills by watching them, so I thought I could scavenge your ability. Seems I thought right, huh?" She gave Myle a wink. "After all, I'm a hyena, a natural scavenger." Myle shook her head rapidly, unable to believe what just happened. The music was still pounding in her ears--the DJ spinning the technopop had seen the tigress increase her size before, so he was pretty nonchalant--so she stepped away from the booming speaker towers, watching the smaller dancers who hadn't fled the area dance out of the way of her paws. When she felt the light touch of her hyena friend, she flinched. "Myle?" the hyena said softly, barely audible over the music. "What's wrong?" Her spotted arms slid around the tigress' waist, snugging her against her spotted body. "Did I upset you?" She sounded genuinely concerned as she held her friend close against her. "No...not really," Myle confessed. "I mean, yeah, it was jarring at first to see someone else as big as me." She then turned around to face the hyena, her thick tail swishing over the dancers slowly. "But you know, it's kinda nice. Always did want to dance with someone else at this size." "That's my girl, always bouncing back against weird surprises. Now, let's see if our little DJ friend can tone it down a notch," she grinned as she moved carefully towards the booth, her paws thudding against the floor. The DJ couldn't help but notice the enormous hyena as she bent down at the waist. "So, Doc, can you play something slow for me and my friend? I'm in a mood for some bump and grindin'." Doc did his level best to keep from staring at the twin mounds of Lynda's bosom, and failed miserably, as those curves were just too much for his libido to ignore. "Slow? For the two of you? Yeah, sure. No prob, can you just give me a little bounce so I can die happy?" The hyena gibbered softly to herself at the request, bouncing lightly on her paws. She grinned as the DJ swooned visibly. "I'd give you a smooch, but I'm getting used to being the largest hyena in the club. Maybe next time, if there is one?" "Definitely, sweet 'yena," the DJ said with a silly grin on his face as he watched Lynda shake the floor from moving back to the tigress. "You ready to be bad, Myle?" the hyena asked innocently as she pulled the tigress close to her, who wrapped her own arms around Lynda's neck. "And here I thought I was going to be the one to start it up." "Not this time, babe, it's all my dirty work." The hyena started to slowly move her body against the tigress', her hands roaming down Myle's sides until they reached her hips. Lynda then guided her partner into the dance she was performing, not paying attention to the gawkers below. They had the dance floor all to themselves, as their hindpaws took up much of the space, and no one was crazy or trusting enough to take the risk of getting stepped on. Myle grinned as she got into the rhythm of the dance, her hips following the guidance of her hyena partner. She was soon arching her back, stretching her arms until she could place her palms flat on the ceiling, her tail swishing high above the spectators below. "Oooh, so bad," Lynda growled into Myle's ear, watching the tigress' muscles ripple under her fur as she stretched. She then brought herself down into a crouch, the music carrying her into the dance as her paws rubbed against Myle's muscular thighs. Looking up at the enormous feline, she then started to lick the inner thigh, prompting a sudden gasp of surprise from Myle. Encouraged by her friend's reaction, she slowly slid her tongue up the firm abdominals, around a equally firm nipple, and finally up the neck until she was muzzle to muzzle with Myle. "Who's...who's being bad to who?" Myle whispered, feeling slightly out of breath as she continued to dace, albeit erratically now. "I lost track," Lynda growled quietly, then kissed the tiger. For several heartbeats, the two pressed their muzzles together, their paws clutching at each other in an explosion of sudden lust. It wasn't after they broke the kiss that they realized the music had stopped playing. Glancing over their shoulders, they saw the crowd quietly watching them, some with their mouths open in awe. Sasha was nowhere to be found. Oh my God, what am I doing? Myle thought. "I have to go," she said, taking a slow step off the dance floor to give the little furs below her to get out of the way. She managed to get halfway to the exit when the thudding of giant paws followed her, and Lynda placed a paw on her shoulder. "Myle, where are you going?" "This wasn't right. Sasha must've seen the whole thing. You'd better go find her, Lynda." Myle said, trying to remove herself from the hyena's grip, which only tightened. "Myle..." "Don't 'Myle' me, Lynda. Sasha has a crush on you. We both know it, and what we did..." Myle pulled the hyena's paw away from her. "...what we did shouldn't have happened. I got a bear sleeping at my place, I should go home to make sure he's alright. It's my fault he's in that condition anyway." She bent down in front of the large garage door, placed her paw under it, and flicked her wrist, causing the metal to screech in protest as it moved up, revealing the night sky beyond. She ignored the gawking of two late-night pedestrians as she crawled out of the club, then stood, placing her paws on her back, stretching her massive form briefly. Seeing the two were still staring at her, she bared her fangs at them. "What are you two looking at?" she growled, which sent them scurrying away from her. Lynda had shrank down to her normal height when she saw Myle's car zoom past her, and she yelled for the tigress to stop, but either Myle didn't hear her, or she was ignoring her. The hyena wasn't sure which reason was true. * * * The bear was still unconcious; the note was left untouched. Well, at least someone is doing alright, Myle thought bitterly. She sensed she was going to have a busy day tomorrow, dealing with Sasha, Lynda, not to mention her ursine houseguest. With a sigh, she went to bed. Maybe she'd wake up, and the bear would be waiting for her. Maybe not. She wasn't sure if she gave a damn, either. |
