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Jackalman the Stripper	By : Jackalman Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 4859 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Jackalman the Stripper
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Every time Jackalman put on the wig and the make up, he felt less like a fraud, and more like someone who belonged. The first time he made himself up he felt a little ridiculous and foolish, but as time passed and he eased into his role he learned to streamline his looks and appear more professional. He went to a studio to professionally groom his fur and sleek out his lines. So importantly they promised "discretion assured" and it was imperative the world never knew he was really a mutant.

However, he could care less if the mutants found out he was an exotic dancer stripping in a women's club. He was just waiting for Slithe to speak up and say something about his nightly tromps out to Third Earth’s Venus strip. At least he was coming home with gold in his pockets, which was a helluva lot more than what the rest of the gang could brag about. If Slithe pushed the issue he would say he was more proud to be whoring himself out to strange women rather than sniveling under Mummra as a failed lackey.

More important he was having sex on a regular basis, which was a lot more than he could say about the first few years spent on that planet in practical celibacy. If it weren't for Amazon women with loose morals and a need for cash he would have spent three solid years with no contact with female flesh at all.

Still, there were times when he wondered would ever have sex again without having to pay for it. During one lonely night out he was cruising for Amazon whores he found out (as often happened) he didn't have enough money. So instead he went to a porn shop on the Venus strip and picked up a fetish magazine. In it he discovered these clubs that were into a new and growing trend called "furry". They were strip clubs and dance clubs that featured dancers in the furry style. Most resembled either cats, bunnies, foxes, or venison.

The female performers looked great, but the male performers looked awful. They were obviously human men garishly painted up in amateurish furry costumes. Jackalman couldn't believe women paid to see this. Immediately he thought to himself that he could do this. He can do this better than they can. After all, they were just human men pretending to be furry, and he was a genuine fur-bearing creature.

With a little fear and apprehension, Jackalman set out to create a new identity. It took some exploring as he toured through seedy leather stores and fetish costuming shops. He didn't really know what he was looking for until one day Jackalman passed a wig shop he was hit by inspiration. There was a giant white wig up front on display right next to a poster of a white Siberian tiger. Anxiously Jackalman bought it and made his way to a make up store. He bought buckets of white fur dye and black streaker.

When Jackalman got home he scrubbed down thoroughly and blow-dried to fluff out his fur. Then he dyed his entire body from head to toe. The first times he did this he chose a special dye that washed out with a tub of dye remover, which kinda stings when you use it. Jackalman wanted an “out” in case he got cold feet. After the white dye was on, he painted black streaks across his eyes in clean crisp lines that gave him a feline appearance. He drew lines down the bridge of his nose to a small painted nostril to minimize his broad snout. In the mirror he looked like a dog who was trying to look like a cat, then Jackalman put on the wig.

The wig brought the whole scheme together, it brought it to life. He was transformed from a silly mutant playing make up to something dangerous, something special, maybe even a little sexy. Surprisingly Jackalman has little trouble selling himself to a night club owner as a professional exotic dancer, who was anxious to make money off of the furry trend. It was obvious she wasn’t looking for experience, she just wanted furries in the door. She was quite impressed by his looks (she mentioned the hair right off) and asked if he minded having sex with the customers. Jackalman confessed to being totally open minded to committing all sorts of sexual acts, but he hit a bit of a snag when she asked about “yiffing”.

Jackalman figured performing sex on the customers would exclusively involve giving them oral sex. He had experience with that, it wasn’t a problem. “Yiffing”, the manager had to explain to him, was when a female customer would get to sodomize him with a strap on during a private session. Sitting in front of the manager all dolled up and ready to go he wasn’t about to bail out right then and there so he said he would do it. To test his readiness the manager handed him a butt plug and warned him that he should make good use of it to “prepare himself”.

They stumbled again when she asked him for a name. Jackalman stalled and said he had not decided on a stage name yet so the manager named him “Big Tigger”, but made his checks out to “Jack”.

One talent Jackalman always had that he had been forced to keep to himself like a special shame is the fact that he could dance. A desperately needed outlet pent up in him for so long poured out on stage on his first night like an exploding debutant. The manager complained he didn’t need to waste his time with such fancy moves and just entice the customers enough to get a private lap dance, this was important to her because the house gets 15% of his take.

To Jackalman, dancing was a lot more than just going through the motions of moving his butt on stage. It was an expression of his emotions. His disguise revealed more of his true self than his mutant identity ever did, and the women noticed his emotion and they were drawn to him.

Jackalman was not a runaway hit, but he made money, and certainly not all of the women he had sex with were unattractive. Some of them were actually more attractive than the women he was paying to have sex with a year earlier. For a short while at first he dodged the women who were anxious to fuck him up the ass, but Jackalman knew he couldn’t avoid them for long and the manager would probably fire him if she caught wind of his avoidance. So he prepared himself by using progressively larger and larger butt plugs to loosen up his lower colon. (He thought it felt weird to walk around with that thing inside him all day. He spent all day feeling like he had to take a shit.)

The first woman he allowed himself to by sodomized by was violent and brutal. She hurt him, and when she was done she tossed the money down on the couch with an indifferent attitude to his dishevelment and called him a “good fuck”. For a while Jackalman just sat on the floor feeling like he was raped. He left the club that night feeling ashamed, used, and even a little violated, but as he took each step closer to home he discovered he LIKED feeling used and dirty and violated.

Back at castle Plundar that long awaited confrontation with Slithe finally happened. For the first time he saw him in his stripper outfit. Jackalman was so distracted with his first experience with sodomy he forgot to change back and wash off the dye before going home. Whoops.

Slithe confronted him saying he knew of his lecherous double life and accused him of being a bisexual (like that would be any of his damn business Jackalman immediately protested). He blew up at Slithe and showed off the huge earnings he made in a single night. He said he was willing to share the wealth to keep the castle in upkeep but since Slithe had such strong objections to his lifestyle then Jackalman was just going to take all his profits and rent an apartment on the Venus strip.

Several wonderful things happened to him that night. He left that dead-end rabble gang in a grand “coming out” and gained incredible freedom in admitting what he truly was. Jackalman gathered what little there was of his belongings and abandoned the castle and all it symbolized. He was going to strip and life the lifestyle that it led, because as they say, discovering you’re kinky is like discovering you’re a vampire. Once you’re there there’s no going back.

As the word got around that “Big Tigger” was into yiffing his popularity among the exotic furry culture steadily rose. He even let on he may be bisexual just to tease the customers a little. When Jackalman started letting beautiful female performers sodomize him on stage, he was on top of his game. “Big Tigger” became a headliner and the furry culture had just became mainstream (especially in the strip clubs). It got to the point where he could pick and choose a special clientele to whom he would give it up for.

One night Jackalman was taking things very casually on stage while keeping an eye out for “new money”. By the entrance door he spotted something he just couldn’t believe. She was wearing her hair a little differently being tied up in the back, but Jackalman spotted the unmistakable face of Cheetarah.

Jackalman just laughed out loud and said to the other strippers “Wow! I guess even Thundercats have to cut loose every once in a while.”

Being a little wary a Thundercat might freak out in his presence Jackalman kept his distance. Little by little as the night progressed he inched his way towards her table. Feeling like a kid on a foolish dare he danced right in front of her, doing his absolute best moves to let her know “Big Tigger” was the best in the club. Jackalman seriously tried to turn her on and was feeling pretty turned on himself over how dangerous the whole thing felt.

When he was finished Jackalman returned to the dancer’s pit feeling a bit like the fool who just yanked the tiger’s tail and got away Scott free. He kept glancing back at her and wondered if she at all recognized him. The dancer’s pit was a sunken lounge reserved for headline performers. It was mostly off limits to general customers unless they were really big tippers. If a customer wanted a private dance with one, they would ask a hostess to hand her a bidding slip (a small piece of paper requesting a specific dancer for a private dance with the amount that they were willing to pay.)

One of the hostesses tapped Jackalman on the shoulder and handed him one of those bidding slips. It had a normal sized bid on it, one so common he almost disregarded it until he saw something that made his jaw drop open. The slip was a small piece of stationary with a Thundercat symbol on top.

Jackalman just said, “holy shit” and asked the hostess to point out the woman who handed her the bidding slip. Sure enough, she pointed out to Cheetarah at the far end of the club, sitting alone at a table next to the private dance rooms. As he stood on the couch to get a good look at her Jackalman made eye contact with her for a second and saw a rather eager look on her face. She was fixing up to get herself a healthy chunk of “Big Tigger” candy.

Flabbergasted, Jackalman just flopped down on the couch with his head in his hands going “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” -over and over again. One of the other male dancers asked him what was wrong.

“One of those Thundercats wants a private dance,” said Jackalman, “With ME.”

“My lover says they’re lousy tippers,” said the other dancer, “He works in the gay clubs over at Gold’s. They don’t have a lot of money. I heard a rumour they dumped several tons of gold down a ravine not having a clue what it was.”

Jackalman just shook his head at the other dancer and said that’s not what we cared about (but his head was swimming over which one of THEM hangs out in the gay clubs. Jackalman was surprised they didn’t run into Monkean in there. He would have told him if he saw them in there.)

The other dancer then pointed out to Jackalman, “Hey, she’s pretty. You may not get rich off of her but you might have some fun. Maybe she’s all fuckin’ warped and kinky or something.”

“That’s a great selling point, thanks for that,” Jackalman replied sarcastically.

After pondering for a moment, Jackalman just shrugged and thought why not? It’s not like he was never attracted to her. There was something about it being so wrong that just tingled in his genitals. Although he felt resigned to submit to her request, approaching her table put more butterflies in his stomach than the very first time he ever did this. The fear was a big turn on.

Since it was extremely likely she had no clue who Jackalman really was, he figured he better play dumb and keep his mouth shut. His voice is so harsh and distinctive the moment he spoke the jig would be up. Playing dumb was something he was good at, the customers didn’t pay him to hear him speak anyway.

Putting his game on, Jackalman sauntered up to her table and tried to look as seductive a possible. She looked anxious to him and even a little scared. He wondered if he looked just as scared to her. For a moment she stood up as he approached but Jackalman waved for her to sit down again. She took his hand and explained she was not looking for a private dance and seemed like she was building up the courage to say something. Then she said she was looking for companionship to last an entire night and laid some chips down on the table and asked if that was enough.

He didn’t even count it, Jackalman just swept the chips into his palm and nodded yes. She asked if he had a private place where they could go and again he nodded yes. Jackalman felt like he was just getting in over his head. He took her hand like a gentleman and escorted her out of the club. At the door he cashed the chips and left behind the house’s take. Then I took Cheetarah outside, holding her arm and doing his best to make her feel like she was a million dollars and waved down a cab.

Next morning when Jackalman woke up, Cheetarah had her hand to his throat, and his wig in her other hand.

“Who are you?” Cheetarah demanded as she waved the wig in his face.

Jackalman cursed and said, “I knew I should have gotten hair extensions.”

That just sent Cheetarah on a tear, she flung the wig against the wall and screamed, “A mutant! I knew it! I just slept with a mutant!”

Jackalman sat up in bed and said, “Hey, you did a lot more than just SLEEP with a mutant last night.”

Cheetarah paced across his bedroom and interrogated him, “Why Jackalman? Why are you all painted up like this? Why are you doing this? What’s the plot this time?”

He explained he was being paid by strange women to have sex with them, he failed to see the hidden ulterior motive in THAT. What you see is pretty much what you get. That wasn’t good enough for Cheetarah.

“But why me?” she demanded, “Why did you pick me? Are you hoping to embarrass me in front of the other Thundercats? Is it blackmail?”

Jackalman just rolled over onto his stomach facing her with his chin resting casually on his hands and asked, “I think the more important question is, why did you pick me?”

Cheetarah just kept pacing back and forth and said she didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You sent that bidding slip to my table, remember?” Jackalman asked, “You came to the club, you came specifically looking for ‘Big Tigger’ and I think you know why.”

Cheetarah just kept pacing like she couldn’t here him.

“You went feral last night,” he said.

That stopped Cheetarah right in her tracks.

“Now for me, going feral is no big deal,” Jackalman explained, “Among his people our women are expected to go feral during intercourse. It’s natural. But if you tried going feral with one of these non-furry strippers and they would think that you were some kind of monster. Not a good image for a Thundercat.”

Cheetarah looked down at the small bloodstains on the bed sheets as the truth of her actions set in.

“You knew that ‘Big Tigger’, my character, was a real furry,” Jackalman continued to explain, “Being a furry species yourself, you know that you can go feral with another furry without them freaking out on you.”

Again, Cheetarah implied he was up to blackmail. Jackalman told her to look around.

“Does this look like castle Plundar?” he asked.

He then took a pack of cigarettes from the night stand and lit one up for himself to unwind. Simply he tried to explain that if he blabbered about what he did last night to the mutants or the Thundercats he would stand to lose as much or more than she did. If word got around that he was really a mutant Jackalman would lose his job in a second. There’s no place on the whole Venus strip where he would ever be able to work again, and financially he would be forced to return to live with the mutants.

Jackalman held out the pack of cigarettes to Cheetarah and offered her one. Reluctantly she took one and he lit it for her. Casually she asked what did the other mutants think about what he was doing. He told her not much. He knew they were jealous as hell Jackalman could make money this way.

“Could you imagine any one of them, especially big fat scaly Slithe wiggling around in a G-String?,” he asked jokingly.

Fortunately that made Cheetarah laugh out loud, then she relaxed and took a good long drag off her cigarette. She figured out that Jackalman broke up with the mutants and asked if he thought the other mutants ever “out” him on the Venus strip. Honestly he didn’t know, but he didn’t see any reason for it to come to that. There was an uncomfortable pause as Jackalman wanted to open up something else rather sensitive to Cheetarah. He knew his credibility among the Thundercats was pretty thin, but that didn’t matter, she could deny him, but she could not deny herself.

Cheetarah just raised an eyebrow and asked what the heck was he going on about. So Jackalman asked if last night was the very first time she had gone feral since she arrived on Third Earth. She nodded yes.

“You know the price,” said Jackalman, “Once you open yourself up to going feral you can’t just shut it off. If you try living a celibate life style you can go insane, and physically you can get seriously very sick. I know that this is especially true for female furries because your body chemistry has changed. You need to purge yourself at least once a month, right?”

“Once a week for my people,” explained Cheetarah.

Jackalman asked if she could just purge herself on one of the other Thundercats. She shook her head no and said that it would mean getting involved in a serious relationship, even getting married, Cheetarah just wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t want that in her life right now. She just wanted to purge herself on her own terms and move on with her life without having to answer to someone.

Jackalman said he understood she didn’t want to have the baggage of having a man in her life. A lot of his customers said the same thing.

“Sexual gratification without commitment,” he explained, “It’s perfectly natural. There’s no reason to deny yourself sexual pleasure. Women come in, performers service them, they move on. Nothing wrong with it.”

Cheetarah thought Jackalman was being very mature about this and she finished her cigarette. He asked if he was going to see her again and she said, “We’ll see” but before she left she did say that Jackalman was a very good dancer.
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