Monya smiled, tail swishing, driving carefully on the cold streets to the downtown club she was told about. As a change, she decided to go to a New year’s Eve club night that needed everyone clothed. Just for a change. It’s good for the soul to not be predictable. ...also she was told some really smoking hot furs went to dance there.

She found a spot a block away, by pure chance. Not too long a walk in her flat sensible shoes she puts on when dancing for hours, the sidewalk well-cleaned, and her comfy coat shielding her from the cold – because her outfit certainly wouldn’t.

The ferret pouted as she saw the line waiting to get in. Well, this is one bouncer she can’t convince to let her in earlier, so she resigned to wait. She counted ten people, so not too long, but that depended on how many would walk out. Thankfully there was a good two hours left before midnight, and she was sure several would want to ring in the new year in more private places. Indeed, twenty minutes she walked in and walked right to the coat check, unzipping hers and letting it slide down her arms while ever-so-gently leaning a little back. The snow-leopard attendant, dressed smartly in a sleeveless vest due to those fluffy arms and the general warmth, blinked a couple of times, whiskers wiggling, before smiling widely and taking the coat with one hand while giving Monya her check ticket with the other, a practiced gesture fluid and controlled. His purr was unmistakable despite the music blaring from the main room past a short corridor. She winked at him and unzipped her little wrist accessory, slipping out a folded bill and exchanging it with one hand for her ticket, putting it safely away. She turned fully once, sent him a kiss, and turned to walk away. Well, her outfit seemed well-chosen, considering the effect.

The music, as always, called out to her like a lover, pulsing, pulsating, alive, making her alive, the sound waves high and low almost caressing her like a lover, and she took no time losing herself to them, moving gently and naturally among the other people on teh dance floor. She caught a few stares in her black mesh shirt with little hearts dotting its surface but doing nothing to hide the ferret’s upper body, nipples barely hidden under two small strips of tape each, the shirt’s collar wide enough to drape off a shoulder. Her skirt was actually low – for her, going mid thigh – and of course shiny black, and she decided to put on a collar with a few studs on it, an accent above her bare chest fur.

After a good while dancing and getting lost in the music, the sensations of her movements, getting warm and happy, she started looking around, people-watching being of course a very close second reason to clubbing as dancing. And it took very little time to notice someone not too far, almost as short as herself, seeing the tufts of blue fur shining in the rotating lights, and the white nose strip – and, let’s be honest, the snug and very torn shirt showing the hedgehog’s neck and tuft just below, and how her fur coloration changed over her arms and front. Below her chest, it was almost merely tatters, and the sway of those scraps enticed tghe ferret to dance over, smiling, grinning in fact, making eye contact. The hedgehog grinned back and probably said “Hi”, the sound lost in the music, but this showed her sharp teeth and especiallt her studded tongue. Her heterochromial eyes were more difficult to see behind the rectangular tinted glasses that reflected lights a lot, but generally the look was of a gorgeous and happy fur, and the outfit carefree, with the big raver-style pants with a skull as front and a riveted collar around her tail.

Monya grinned and futilely said hi back, and the two started dancing facing each other, sharing that most wonderful moments of an unexpected connection made in a crowd, shared passion making it possible, and finding that they each loved the other’s style! Some twirling, some brushing, a sort of flirting perhaps, but mostly just having fun dancing with someone else, and as a piece of music finished, Monya pirouetted and ended her back on the hedgehog’s left arm, lifting her own arm to cradle the back of her hair and facing her, catching her breath, feeling the hedgehog’s hands on her waist and lower back, and in the few seconds of diminishing music volume, before the next track began, she managed this brief but important exchange: “Monya!” and received “Maybel!” then the music roared back and the two danced more closely, definitely flirting now, and not knowing where the night would end, the ferret considered it still just as fun a way to spend the new year as previous times with far fewer clothes. Who says you need nudity to have fun?

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Honestly,  DrawnByRae does wonderful pieces, and is sweet as candy, with a touch of heat! When she made her new character the hedgehog Maybel, I instantly knew I had to have a piece with her, and I think Rae got inspired, because this is just awesome!!

Go shower her with compliments!