The streetlamps were lighting up the wet, cold street now. The sun was beginning to set upon this side of Meowlith Prime and the neon lights hanging off the buildings were illuminating the darkening sky. We disembarked the ship and left it in the empty building, hidden from any prying eyes. Just in case the Gellys came swooping by and decided to use it as target practice. I wouldn’t let them destroy such a beautiful piece of transportation.

I checked out the street, looking for anything that might want to see us dead. The Scratching Post was across the street, illuminated by red and pink lights, complemented by baby blues splashing the base of the building with light. A large post wrapped in rope was outside under the marquee with signs of beautiful Anthro ladies, and some men, all up for sale.

 My eyes were drawn to the flashes of lights from over the rooftops of the buildings around me, always followed by and explosion and some gunfire.

We really were in the middle of an invasion. What did the Gellys want with this planet, who the fuck knows? Not me. The quiet street gave me an unsettling feeling. Some people walked about here and there, shoulders high and heads on a swivel. A few cars raced by, probably trying to find some haven from the onslaught. The holos always depicted an invasion as explosions and aliens blasting everyone everywhere, but this was different. This was real.

We needed to unload the weapons delivery and get the hell out of here. We needed Captain Uwu as much as the Meowtlaw Stars needed Yeti. Why were the captains at some strip club, drinking away and probably face deep in breasts while some fanatical zealots are wreaking havoc on Carpetree. This is unacceptable.

“Der it is, de Scratching Post. De den of sin, as de Gellys say. Me thinks it a good time.” Azura checked her gun before holstering it. “You ready?” She glanced at us already knowing the question. We were always ready.

I placed my hands on the grips of my auto-pistols and my HUD lit up with the ammo count. A nice little mod I ordered myself. Makes it a hell of a lot easier in fights when I know how much lead I can sling at my enemies.

Mama and Echo did the same, checking their guns for any sort of combat or danger that only a bullet could solve. Much easier than talking our feelings out.

Our small group crossed the street and stood under the marquee. The neon light washed over us, still glistening across the damp sidewalk. Thumping music hit my ears, dampened by the doors in front of us.

One large Anthro-Tiger stood guard by the door, wearing a casual black suit like he was protecting some rich VIPs and not a low-down strip club. He held his hand out to us, “Can’t go it, got some important meetings. Private meetings…” His little mentally prepared speech that was only used to make himself feel important was cut off when Azura strode up into his view.

“You tink you can stop me, eh? Me go ahway on yo ass, punk.” Her one eye beamed into the Tiger’s soul and he knew he had fucked up.

Mama and I exchanged glances of awe at the Anthro-Cat’s ferocity.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t see you there, Azura, go on in. The Captain’s in the VIP booth with some Fox and Jaguar, the latter didn’t look safe to me, but Yeti insisted.” He stepped aside and even held the door open to us all. “Enjoy the club.”

The door swung open and we were assaulted by the heavy hitting base beat thumping throughout the club. The aroma of sweat and perfume, smoke, sweat, and stale, old building wafted out into our noses. I didn’t envy the anthros and their acute sense of smell. This time, my human form was a boon.

It was dimply lit inside. Lights flashed about as some patrons cheered by a mainstage in the middle of the club. Azura pushed ahead of us, talking with some more bouncers inside by the coat check. I guess this place wasn’t so bottom tier. There was two smaller stages off on the sides of the room with different antros dancing on each stage.

I glanced back to Echo. The Bat was covering his ears the best he could. They were folded under his own hood as he pressed his hands into them to keep out as much sound as he could. Mama was stiff and uncomfortable. She jumped when a waitress dressed in nothing but a thong and thigh high boots strode past her, carrying drinks to some customers inside.

“You should wear that for your husband.” I nudged Mama, and if it weren’t for her fur, I could tell she was turning bright red. “In fact, I want a pair of boots like that for myself. I wonder if she’ll tell me where to get them?” I smiled at Mama before I stepped deeper into the club.

Every type of anthro I could think of was about, trying to get a private dance, or a little something more, from one of the many performers or waitresses working about. It was indeed a den of sin. It was my kind of place.

The main stage had a Antrho-cat dancing around a pole. She slammed on her knees and rubbed up her stomach before she wrapped her hands around her bra and stripped it off in an instant, ripping it from her body. I could hear the cheers from the lecherous gentlemen in the front row, sitting around the dancefloor. They scanned their crypotcards at the readers stationed in front of each chair.

I took a seat right up front as the lights dimmed and the cat scooted her way offstage. The announcer spoke as the music dimmed, “Are you ready for Cotton Bun Bun?”

I glanced around as the crowd cheered. Some more patrons started to gather around the stage, eager to get a look at this Cotton Bun Bun. They must be quite the dancer to pull this many people to the main stage.

The music shifted to a slower song, with heavier beats. The dancer slowly walked onto the stage, shaking her hips with each step. Her outfit resembled that of a Gellical Nun, black and white dress, only her stopped just below her butt, allowing us to see just enough to entice us. Her white cottontail was the perfect fluff of a puff to give off a hint of innocence. Her black boots cam up just above the knee as she wrapped on leg around the pole and began to spin. Her two long, rabbit ears swayed in the wind with each spin around the pole, sticking out of a black cowl, until she was sitting on the floor, legs spread for everyone to see.

She definitely knew how to entice the crowd. Hell, she even had me wooed. I fondled my pockets until I had a cryptocard in my hand. I canned it at the reader in front of me, dropping 50 crypto to my fellow girl boss.

She took a few risqué steps to the front of the stage, and with one quick motion, ripped her top off, tossing it onto a Anthro-Otter next to me. The man lost his mind as he swipped his card multiple times, swinging around the top.

Cotton Bun Bun was now right in front of me, with a black and white bra, miniskirt, and knee-high boots. She turned and bent down, crawling back to the pole, over exaggerating each paw forward, pulling on our primal sexual desires. He little ball of a tail swished with each lurch forward, with each arch of her back, it titillated us, making the crowd hornier and hornier. She then did a handstand, wrapping her legs around the pole, dangling upside down.

She rubbed her face with the back of her hands, and continued to outline the curves of her body, down her breasts and hips before she grasped the skirt, ripping it from her body with one quick jerk. Now she was in nothing but a two-piece bra and thong that left little to be desired.

She performed a few more spins on the pole, and I performed a few more swipes of my card. She was intoxicating me with her delicate body and gracious curves. Her eyes met mine and she took that as an invitation to tease me even more. She strode up to the stage and turned, bending over and raising her ass into the air. I could see the lines of her vagina through her thong and my hormones began washing over me. I just wanted to fuck now.

She jumped into the air, pulling exasperations of awe from the crowd, before she landed on my lap. I jerked back in surprise as the bunny rubbed her plump ass cheeks over my groin. She quickly flipped over and started to dry ride me in front of the crowd. The Otter next to me lost his shit even more. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Cotton Bun Bun earned her reputation through sheer sex appeal. I could see why she was a crowd favorite.

She pressed upwards, rubbing her breasts in my face, shaking from side to side, teasing me more and more. She leaned in and kissed my cheek, smiling at me. She then leapt up again, back onto the stage.

I didn’t know what to think. I was awash with emotions, too many to handle or sort through right now. My panties were a bit moist now, I was hard, and my nipples were trying to rip through my skinsuit. I took a deep breath when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into Azura’s one eye.

“Enjoying yaself, are ya?” She grinned like she caught me peeping into the girl’s locker room. “Come now, we got business to settle.”

I was happy to stand up and try to walk off my boner. I just hoped it wasn’t too noticeable through the skinsuit. There wasn’t much room for discretion. I followed behind Azura, Mama, and Echo, taking one last look behind at the stage. Cotton Bun Bun was looking at me. She blew a kiss at me and winked. I blushed and turned back to the group.

We stopped at the door to the VIP lounge. Azura turned around, “It’s time you met our savior, Captain Yeti. Do be respectful now, yeah?”

The door slips open and we enter, not knowing what or who to expect here. I was just happy to finally be reunited with Uwu. I didn’t realize how quickly I’d have to use my guns though. That was a surprise.