(Man to Female Monkey)

Jeremy Heston groaned, rolling his eyes and sweeping a hand through his slicked-back hair. He rummaged through his wallet, heedless of the look he was getting from his stripper, some daddy’s girl named Desiree.

“Hey! We’re not done yet!” She called to him, gyrating her hips in a rather seductive manner, but also showing off her bucked teeth.

“Not your call to make, you toothy donkey.” Jeremy shot to her, flicking a few crumpled bills in her direction. He laughed as she scooped them up, picking up her clothes and dashing back towards the club’s employee section.

“Screw you!” Was her reply, about as eloquent as he’d expected from her.

“You wish you could!” He called after her. “But I’m not into bestiality! Hey! Hee-haw! You should hear yourself talk, you sound just like a dirty donkey! Why don’t you go service the other jackasses on the farm!”

“Pig!” She slammed the door behind herself with that, and he saw a bouncer making a beeline for his booth.

“Time to go.” Jeremy’s lips quirked into a disappointed frown. Fun as that had been, it hadn’t alleviated his purpose for coming out here tonight: he wanted to get off. The dark-haired man bolted from the shitty strip club, turning a corner and bumping into a woman.

“You bitch!” He growled, his phone falling from his hand. He knelt down to pick it up, glaring up to her. “I hope you can pay,” he paused. She was gorgeous, an elven-eared beauty with golden hair and eyes that spoke volumes, all of which were titled ‘The Kama Sutra’.

“You hope I can pay…” She replied, a small, almost seductive smile on her face.

“… For dinner. I hate to see someone like you alone.” He stood quickly, flinching as his phone buzzed from the ground between them. Of course he’d forgotten to pick it up, too distracted by the woman’s beauty.

“Oh! Is this yours? I’m so sorry!” She blushed, reaching down for the phone. In the process, she allowed the man a look at her generous curves and her ample bottom.

Jeremy found his earlier horniness returning tenfold, and shifted so as not to alert her to the very visible signs of his arousal. The woman passed his phone back to him with a knowing smile, holding a golden card out along with his phone.

He took both, looking to her in confusion-but rather than reply, she simply winked. Then like that, she was off, giving him a second shot of her ass, one that he knew he’d remember for days to come. The young man whistled lowly, fantasizing about taking the vixen into bed and showing her a good time.

“As far as this ticket goes…” He looked down to the business card, finding it labeled in brash text:

ZOOTOPIA: WHERE THE GIRLS ARE ALWAYS IN HEAT AND LOOKING FOR MEAT

“Well, then…” Jeremy smirked, glancing to the address below the card’s tagline. It wasn’t too far away and so he set off in its direction, promptly almost getting lost. Turns out ‘Zootopia’ wasn’t easy to find, tucked well away from the main street. He’d passed it more than once in his searches, and only with the card’s help was he able to find it.

Immediately, Jeremy was struck by the club’s clientele and employees alike. Several well-dressed men stood in a queue, each of them escorted by a sexy hostess dressed in fitting animal body paint. One of said hostesses approached him, a dark-haired girl in nothing but tigress-themed paint.

“Hey there, tigerrr…” She purred, placing one of his hands on her ample breasts. He was immediately impressed by the fact that her body paint wasn’t smearing, and by the fact that her generous cleavage was real. “Want to see if you’d like some wild pussy?”

Jeremy was smitten. If this wasn’t a strip club, he’d have taken her home on the spot, so impressed was he by her wordplay and talent for arousing him. But this was probably a business transaction to her, which meant that he’d need to show her some payment.

Jeremy flicked out the gold card in her direction, flinching in surprise at how quickly she snapped it from his hand. “Cat like rrrreflexes.” She purred by means of explanation, looking at the glossy plastic. “Let’s see what this is… Visa? Masterrrcarrrd? American Expurrrrr… Oh!” Her eyes widened as she realized what it was, revealing that they were a brilliant shade of gold.

“Something wrong?” Jeremy asked, only to grin as she pawed at his chest, back to character in an instant.

“Meee-ow! Nothing’s wrong, sirrrr! You just have a purrrrfect card!” She moved to hug his arm with both of hers, dragging him with her to the back. “Gold VIP! Coming thrrrough!”

Jeremy took this chance to grope the hostess’s ass as she led him into the club, and he marveled at how she didn’t even snap at him for it. It seemed that this card was the real deal-even the other hostesses were bowing to him. He waved back, grinning as his tigress hugged him a little tighter.

The further he was led into the club, the more he noticed just how animal-themed it was. There were dancers on stage, a band playing music, pole dancers… Dancing on poles. He wasn’t a wordsmith, and he didn’t need to be to surmise how odd the club was.

Every woman, not just the hostesses, had some animal attributes to their costumes. There was a hippo lapdancer making the most of her plush posterior to his right. To his left, a girl on all fours dressed like a collie was begging with her tongue out. She barked as her customers slotted dollar bills between her breasts, and promptly presented herself towards them.

Jeremy passed the sight before it could get any lewder, moving from the general room to paid booths. The deeper he got, the more realistic the animal attributes looked. There was a long-necked girl dressed as a flamingo, some pony play with a pair of lesbian horses, and even a cow milking her breasts. If Jeremy didn’t know any better, he’d have thought her tits looked like udders.

Then they passed even from this sight, moving to an “Off-Access, Only for VIPs” section. This was the oddest by far, and he openly gawped at the sight of how furry the girls were. The prosthetics they were using looked completely realistic, scales and hair glimmering in the low light of the bar.

The VIPs in attendance nodded towards the girls, then to Jeremy. They waved at him, so he figured he should monkey-see, monkey-do, waving back at them. They seemed to find amusement in that, and his cheeks burned as his tigress led him into a private room with a bed.

“Sorrrrry about that. The rrregularrrs like to have fun.” She giggled, kissing his cheek. “I’ll call in the mistrrress for you.” The girl bounced out, and Jeremy barely had enough time to take off his shoes before the elf-eared woman from before slipped into the room.

“My! How well-mannered.” She coquettishly laughed, her sultry voice stirring the man’s erection to life once more. Her hips swayed as she made her way to him, her every footfall softly padding against the carpet. “And how very, very nice to see you again.”

“I’ll say.” Jeremy’s mouth was dry, and he let her walk him to the bed, her hand on his chest. The slight pressure of her fingers was enough to send him into a world of ecstasy, and he throbbed with need for her delicate folds.

“See… I’ve seen you at other clubs, seen the way you treat other women.” The woman purred, turning and groping her own ass. “You call them animals, but you’ve never had them act like animals before.”

“Come again?” Jeremy swallowed, feeling an unexpected pang of guilt at her words. He yelped as she turned back towards him, trailing her tongue along his cheek and leaving a cool, wet spot on his skin.

“You called me a bitch earlier, didn’t you?” The elf-eared woman rocked back onto her haunches, tucking her arms up like a dog begging. “Do you want me to be any other sexy animal for you? I’m your own pet Lisa.”

“Lisa’s a pretty name.” He mumbled, drunk on her looks. Then he realized how inane the remark was. His mind floundered until he recalled the cow-girl from before. “Wait! I mean… You’re a… dumb cow?”

“Mooo.” Lisa smiled, groping her breasts and crawling up to Jeremy. She undid his pants, pulling both them and his boxers down to his knees. Then she pressed the soft, heavy globes to his throbbing erection, enveloping them in her warmth.

Jeremy moaned, words leaving his mind for a moment. He leaned back against the bedframe, undoing his shirt and motioning for her to approach. “Come on, you pig slut, worship your master.” His voice sounded damnably soft to his own ears, but it looked like Lisa didn’t mind.

The elf-eared blonde snorted as she crawled up, trailing her erect nipples along his chest until they pressed against his own. She leaned in close to his ear, snuffling loudly and squealing as he thrust his hips towards her.

“That’s right… You’re… A…” He fumbled, before finally recalling the girl from the beginning of this night. He hadn’t exactly been turned on by her performance, and he was curious to see whether Lisa could be as sexy acting like a… a… “Donkey!”

“HAAW!” She brayed loudly, tugging her panties down hard and slamming her hips onto his own, fully enveloping him in her folds. “Fuck mEEE-HAW! Horny donkHEEAWW!” She bucked her teeth for his benefit, but he wasn’t in a good place to appreciate that.

Jeremy was too startled to even moan with pleasure as she rode him, her hips rolling in perfect time to stimulate his length. “G-god… That’s right… Horny animal in heat… Shit…” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force himself not to cum, trying to prolong this.

It was like trying to fight a tsunami, and a wave of pleasure crashed down around him. Once, twice, three times his cock spasmed, sending a warm tingling across his body, making his muscles and nerves ache.

Lisa pulled off him, but continued to service him with her delicate hands. She stroked at his length, pumping hard until there wasn’t enough length to move her hand-so she kneaded his erect member instead, forcing another spurt of cum from the addled man. Then even that wasn’t enough, so she ground her thumb against the sensitive ball, driving a finger deep into Jeremy’s pussy

Wait.

Jeremy opened her eyes, shrieking as she saw a pair of heavy breasts on her chest; as she saw Lisa fingerfuck what was undeniably a pussy. “Oh my GOD! What’s going on? What did you do to me, you… You bitch!”

“Bitch? Back to animal-calling again?” Lisa purred, doubling her motions and forcing Jeremy to fall back against the bed once more, lost to lust. “I’ve been watching you, you know. Every time I see you, you talk down to women-you even talked down to me! So, let’s see how you like it, you dirty monkey slut.”

“Ook?” Jeremy asked, face flushing as she realized she’d made a simian sound.  She looked to her tingling limbs, yelping as a coat of stubble grew out across her body, lengthening to proper fur in a matter of seconds.

She wanted to fight, but the pleasure was too good. Her body fell limply against the cushions, her hips betraying her and rolling deeper into Lisa’s ministrations. “Ngh! NGhhhat a monkeEEEK!” She hooted, tears streaking down her face from shame and sorrow alike.

“No?” Lisa chuckled, pulling her fingers from Jeremu’s female sex. Then she grabbed both of the changing girl’s feet, pressing them hard against the monkey-girl’s own simian cunt. “Even if you want flexible toes?”

“AAH AAAH AAAAAH!” Jejumu hooted, losing sight of herself. Drool flecked from her lips as she wiggled her toes, feeling them lengthen, welcoming the change. She was horny, so horny, desperately so. She wanted to cum, and if cumming meant changing, then Juju wanted that so badly.

“Before you lose the gift of speech, tell me what your name is, pet. I can tell you’re already losing yourself.” Lisa purred, stroking Juju’s hips and coaxing a tail from the monkey-girl’s spine, letting the new appendage thrash about wildly.

“JUJU! JOOJOOOOK! JAHAA-AA-OOK!” Juju screamed, her ears rounding, better letting her hear the staccato thumping of her tail on the sheets. Her toes dug deep into her monkey pussy as she forgot so much of her old life, barely putting up resistance.

She could feel a small part of her mind screaming back, telling her to fight it. But that part of her mind wasn’t looking for cums or for fucks, and right now the horny monkey needed both. “HGGNHOARNEE MMUNKEEEE EE EEEK!” Juju struggled for the words, the last things she’d ever say.

“That’s right you are.” Lisa yanked Juju’s feet away, tending to her new pet with both hands. “My horny monkey, my Juju. You’re going to fight right in at my club, and you’re going to remain like this forever.” As the woman spoke, she quickened the pace of her fingers, fucking Juju harder and harder, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from the simian girl.

“You’re a dirty animal, my dirty monkey slut.” Lisa purred, thumbing Juju’s coarse monkey clit and sending stars dancing across the girl’s vision. She stretched her hands within the girl’s folds, then brought her fingers together, pressing them hard against Juju’s walls.

Juju babbled incoherently, flicking her tail from side to side and moaning as her Mistress stroked at her delicate folds. “AHOO-OOOH-AAAH-AAAHHH!” She drooled, thick saliva dripping past her simian lips, eyes rolling back in her head.

She almost didn’t notice Lisa collaring her, until she’d felt the band tighten around her neck.

“Ook?” Juju whimpered quietly, shuddering with want as the blonde pulled her fingers from the monkey-girl with a wet slucking sound. “Ooo-ook…”

“Not to worry, Juju. You’ll get your reward if you behave.” Lisa chuckled, tucking a finger under the collar and pulling gingerly. Juju obediently rose to her knuckles and the balls of her feet, loping after the club’s owner and following her to a stage with a pole and some swings.

“Ook?” Juju repeted herself, looking to the swings, then to Lisa, then back to the swings. The curtains of the stage parted before herself, and she realized she was in one of the glass VIP boxes. The old her would have been ashamed to be so exposed, on display like meat in a shop.

The current, desperately horny monkey-girl instead leapt for the pole, grabbing it with one hand and one foot. She used her other foot to clumsily grope at her fat tits, pawing with her hand at her sex like a dopey simian.

“OOH AHH AHH!” She hooted, kicking off from the pole, and catching the swing with her tail. Juju wanted to be a good girl for the audience, and she curled her hips back and forth, swinging at them and shaking her monkey mammaries.

Of course, her audience appreciated this. Juju wasn’t one of the club’s best for nothing. She curled her tail tighter around the pole, fingering herself with both hands before switching to using her feet instead, licking her fingers clean.

“Damn! Now that’s a dirty ape!” One of the patrons called, throwing a fistful of dollars in her direction, then a few dollars more after that. “Come on, you monkey slut! Show us what you’ve got!”

Juju took pride in this, as she did all things. Her simple mind might not be good enough to speak English, but she could hear it just fine. Her heart swelled with professional determination, and she continued to toefuck herself, forever abandoning the life that was once hers.