"I can't believe I'm fucking doing this." Joni growled to herself. She had somehow managed to clip the last suspender into place—with Traci's help.
"You look so awesome, Joni, you can't even tell it's a different size than most of them!"
Joni's skirt was longer, for sure, but it still qualified as a short skirt in her mind, and she despised it.
"Who's fucking idea was this literal song and dance show?"
"I dunno! But isn't it great that they did?" Traci's slight chub made the risque outfit look even more scanty. The best way to describe it was as a cheerleader outfit, though even that was a stretch.
Joni clenched her teeth. "Yes, it's amazing; I'm so fucking ecstatic I could kill someone."
The dim-witted dog couldn't help but laugh at her friend's seethe-laden remark. "Oh, c'mon, silly pittie, this is way better than the usual boring stuff they have us doing!"
"Speak for yourself, Traci; this is fucking hell. SINGING and DANCING, Traci, we're being turned into stage acts."
"Actually, we aren't really going to be singing." Traci leaned forward. "Though don't let the watching people know," she whispered. "Stagemandler made me remember that!"
"Even worse, we're pretending to sing while dancing to a fucking ABBA song, Traci." Joni had to look away from the mirror to take her own words seriously.
"Aww, I like ABBA!" Traci cleared her throat and took a breath. "~Oooh see that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen~."
"Do not fucking START!" Joni suddenly turned and snapped at Traci. "This is humiliating enough without you proving how much you like it!"
The golden retriever dogwoman, like always, took her friend's anger in stride. "I can't help but like it, Joni; this is gonna be fun!"
"NO, IT ISN'T!" Joni suddenly shouted. "We're fucking DOGWOMEN for Christ's sake; we're supposed to be goddamn super soldiers, not fucking dancing queerbos in this stupid gawdy shit!"
Traci's eyes went wide. "I...I'm sorry..." She frowned heavily. "I forgot you don't like rainbow stuff..."
"It isn't the color, Traci; it's that we're being treated like fucking performing animals instead of people!" Joni huffed angrily. "Anyone ever tell you how fucking insulting this is!?"
Traci nodded slowly. "I'm sorry, Joni...I'm just trying to have fun with it."
"Well, STOP fucking having fun with it! This is demeaning!" In her anger, Joni's tail swished, making the skirt ride up her hips more than it already was. She swore and tugged at the hem with a growl. "I'm fucking sick of feeling like a trained mutt...now they literally want me to dance around with my ass hanging out."
Traci opened her mouth to apologize more before there was a knock at their shared quarters' door. "Uh...come in?" Traci squeaked nervously. She really hoped it wasn't their stage trainer come to scold her; the woman terrified her.
The door opened, and Emily entered the room. "Hey girls, I just wanted to check and see if... Whoa..." Her eyes immediately traveled the length of Joni's body. "Somebody got dolled up. You look great!" Her tone quickly changed once she noticed how miserable Joni looked. "Er...is everything okay in here?"
Joni scoffed, crossing her arms and turning away from her. "No, everything is NOT fucking okay...how the hell are you so nonchalant about this bullshit?"
Emily gave an awkward smile as she stepped further into the room. "I mean...it could be worse?"
Traci nodded "That's what I said!"
"Shut up, Traci!" Joni barked, silencing her friend. She focused back on Emily. "I don't see how the fuck it could be worse. They literally want us prancing around on stage in revealing costumes while pretending to sing." She motioned to herself. "This is fucking demeaning..."
Emily sighed and moved closer, sitting down on Traci's cot across from her. "I know this seems really bad, but try to look on the bright side. At least we get to pick our own songs and do our own choreography. It's not all THAT scripted." She offered an empathetic smile. "I think we just need to make the best of this situation."
"Well, maybe you fucking can, but I'm goddamn sick of making the best of shit situations." Joni's tail swished in clear annoyance beneath her costume's short skirt.
Traci tilted her head. "Emily, where's Mady? She's supposed to be the lead!"
A sly grin appeared on Joni's muzzle at the realization . "Oh, Shit, you're right—where the hell is the star of the show?" She laughed coldly. "Don't tell me the smug bitch refuses to be seen in one of these."
Emily bit her lip. "Well, Madison kinda stormed off earlier. I tried talking to her, but she's clearly taking this even harder than Joni."
The pittie laughed louder. "Are you fucking kidding me!? Miss Perfect can't handle showing some ass and shaking her tits!?"
"I mean, she's always been really prim and proper," Emily clarified. "She probably feels even more awkward than usual having to dress like this..."
"Well, that's just too goddamn bad..." Joni crossed her arms. "She can cry me a river, then drown herself in it..."
Traci frowned a little. "Aw, that's mean..." She looked between Emily and Joni nervously. "Should we go talk to her?"
"Just leave the bitch be..." Joni waved it off and tugged at her own outfit again, bunching the hem of her tiny skirt in her fingers. "If she wants to throw a tantrum, let her..."
Emily shook her head. "If she doesn't come around soo—" But her dialogue was interrupted by the door kicking in the most "elegant" way Madison could muster. She wasn't a dogwoman to lose her composure over nothing—but the blush through her furred cheeks told a different story.
Joni started laughing mockingly the moment she caught sight of the flustered German shepherd. "Oh, fucking hell...look who finally decided to show her face." She motioned towards her. "Nice outfit, princess!"
Emily quickly stood up. "Madison! Are...are you alright?"
Rather than answering, Maddy moved to her bed and began rummaging through her foot locker, giving the others a rather scantily-clad view of her backside.
Joni grinned, clearly enjoying her rival's discomfort way too much. "What's the matter, Maddy...nothing to say?"
"Don't call me Maddy..." She finally spoke through gritted teeth, her ears pinned back in clear annoyance.
Emily moved closer, trying to offer some physical comfort. "It's okay, Madison...I know this whole thing is silly, but—"
"It isn't silly..." Madison cut her off, finally turning around with a makeup kit clutched in her hands. "It's humiliating..." Her usually immaculate fur looked disheveled and unkempt. She glanced to the mirror and winced at her own appearance before locking eyes with Joni. "This...outfit is unacceptable!"
Joni scoffed, motioning to her own outfit—an oversized version of Madison's. "Yeah, no fucking shit it's unacceptable... join the goddamn club !" She smirked, savoring her rival's misfortune.
Traci tilted her head, looking between them. "How come your guys' outfits are different than mine and Emily's?" Hers was a two-piece outfit more reminiscent of something a figure skater would wear—though with a scandalously short skirt. Emily wore a similar leotard outfit, hers powder blue compared to Traci's pink. "They're so pretty!"
"I don't know..." Emily admitted before motioning to Madison's outfit—a risque one-piece covered in glitter that clung to her fur and hugged every curve. "But I guess the producers think Maddy should stand out more?"
"Of course they fucking do..." Joni growled. "Little miss perfect HAS to be the center of attention..." She focused back on her smugly. "They certainly accomplished that, huh?"
Madison bared her teeth, looking like she wanted to pounce across the room and tear out Joni's throat. "This outfit is completely inappropriate! I didn't agree to prance around in...in THIS!"
Joni laughed louder. "None of us fucking did!" She motioned to herself again. "You think I LIKE squeezing my ass into panties!?"
A heavy blush appeared on Madison's cheeks at the crass remark. "Y...you're wearing panties!?"
"Well, someone has to..." Joni tried not to focus on the discomfort even these extra large ones were bringing.
Traci smiled wide. "Can you imagine if they got Maddy in panties with General Gra—ACK!" Traci was cut off by Madison's paw. "SHHH! Don't talk nonsense!"
Joni just laughed harder, her tail swaying and making the skirt hike up her thighs. "Oh shit, I never even considered that...I hope the old bastard IS coming to see his favorite pet whore herself out on stage..." She grinned wide. "That smug fucking look will be wiped right off your muzzle!"
Madison bristled, grabbing Joni's collar and yanking her down to eye-level. "Listen here you unrefined mutt...If I even catch a WHISP of your crassness while we perform, they will never find your body..." She gave a final snarl before shoving Joni back and storming out of the room, makeup kit still in hand.
Joni stumbled backwards with a yelp of surprise, nearly falling on her backside. She grabbed at the door frame to catch herself. "Fucking cunt..." She seethed, fangs bared in Madison's direction.
Emily and Traci both frowned at each other. The collie sighed. "Traci, how did you find out about that?"
"I don't know how she does it either," Joni rubbed the wrinkles out of her top. "She's always so innocent and ditzy until it's time to gossip..."
Traci shrugged. "I dunno...I just hear stuff!" She smiled, looking unphased.
Emily pinched her brow. "Well, keep it to yourself next time, okay Traci?" She moved to walk out and talk to Madison again. "I better go make sure she's alright."
Traci waved to Emily as the collie left before moving over and helping Joni adjust her top, smiling at her friend happily. "There, all fixed!"
Joni growled, smoothing down the ill-fitting garment. "I fucking hate this thing..." She looked to Traci solemnly. "How the hell are you so goddamn happy about prancing around like trained show dogs!?"
Traci just kept smiling. "I dunno...I'm just excited to have fun with my friends!" She took Joni's paws. "We never get to do stuff like this..."
Joni sighed heavily. She really wished she could share even a fraction of the retriever's optimism. "I just wanna get this stupid shit over with so things can go back to normal..." She looked downward.
Traci pulled Joni into a tight hug. "It'll be okay...I know it's scary, but I'll be right there with you the whole time!" She nuzzled their cheeks together affectionately. "You're my best friend..."
Joni let out a long sign. "Yeah, right back at you."

Lt. Bruce Harker was in the corner of the smokey lobby, a half-spent cigarette in his mouth. The man looked like a giant compared to the scrawny presidential aide aside from him.
"Not attending? What do you mean he's not attending?"
"W-well, given the ongoing situation in the North-West, President Livingstone's advisor said attending this event would send the wrong message to—"
"Shut up." The man growled, and the aide shriveled.
Harker looked skyward. "This entire thing was upended on his request and he doesn't show up because he's worried it'll cost him approval ratings, great."
"Still, he sends his regards!" The aide added.
"I'm only here because of Traci and Joni—Handler's gotta show solitary, y'know?"
In the opposite corner stood General Grant, flanked by Captain Mann and Dr. Abraham.
"What did you say this was again? Some sort of morale-boosting stage event?"
Abraham swallowed hard and tugged at his collar."Y-yes, General. Project Cerberus is showing off some of its, ah...versatility in a musical performance."
Grant raised an eyebrow. "Musical? I thought this was going to be tactical drills and a firefight reenactment."
Mann gave a nervous chuckle. "That was the original concept, sir, but it sorta...mutated."
"No doubt from that fool Livingstone..." Grant grumbled. "How much money went into this farce?"
"A-a lot sir, but the funding came from the civilian discretionary budget."
"Hrmph..." Grant's eyes moved around the room. "So where is everyone? Shouldn't the lab coats be lining up to lick my boots?"
"I believe they're all backstage, General." Mann checked his watch. "Ten minutes to showtime..."
Grant shook his head in disgust. "Let's go take our seats, then...Heaven knows I'll need a stiff drink for this."

Backstage, Emily was bent over gasping for breath. The ordeal of coaching her team members was taking its toll on her. "Great...great job, girls!" She managed between wheezes. "Just remember your steps...and for God's sake watch your tail, Joni..."
The pitbull's tail wagged reflexively. "Say, Emily, what would the cloud man say about all of this?"
Emily steadied her breathing. "Joni, God doesn't work like that." She put her paw to her chin. "Hmm, though this whole thing does remind me of a verse..." She suddenly perked up. "'Make a joyful noise unto the Lord!'"
Joni pinched her brow. "I think the Lord would prefer silence over this shitshow..." She tugged at the hem of her skirt with a low growl.
Traci bounced happily nearby, humming the tune they'd be dancing to happily. "I'm gonna make the most joyful noise ever!"
Emily chuckled at her enthusiasm before pulling out a small notebook, flipping through the pages studiously. "Let's see...we're scheduled to do two songs." She looked between them. "Which one do you wanna start with?"
"How about the one we suck less at?" Joni deadpanned.
"Ooh! Can we do Dancing Queen first? That's my favorite!" Traci pleaded, tail wagging excitedly beneath her tiny skirt.
Joni scoffed. "Of fucking course it is..." She rolled her eyes but offered no further protest.
Emily scribbled it down and smiled. "Alright, Dancing Queen it is!" She looked around, suddenly realizing someone was missing. "Hey, has anyone seen Madison?"
Traci tilted her head. "Last I saw, she ran off to put on makeup..."
As if on cue, Madison appeared from around the corner. She now looked much more composed, her fur neatly straightened and what little makeup enhancement she could manage perfectly applied. Though, she still looked utterly mortified at her own reflection. "Let's...let's just get this nonsense over with..."
Joni couldn't help but laugh under her breath. "Nice facepaint, your highness...here to grace us commoners with your presence?"
Madison shot her a searing glare before moving to take her position at stage front, straightening out her glittering leotard self-consciously. "I'll have you know this ensemble requires precision and talent..."
"The only precision was squeezing your fat ass into those tights." Joni snickered to herself.
Madison's ear twitched at the crass remark. She turned, looking like she wanted to retort, but thought better of it. Emily quickly moved between them. "A-alright girls, let's just focus! We're up first!"
The stage manager appeared from the side stage wearing khakis and a polo shirt, holding a clipboard. "Alright ladies, you're up! Knock 'em dead!"
Joni sighed heavily, clenching her fists. "Here fucking goes nothing..."
Madison took a deep breath to compose herself before stepping out onto the stage, the lights hitting her glittering outfit brilliantly. She did her best to exude an air of confidence despite the butterflies swarming violently in her stomach. Traci eagerly bounced out after her, beaming brightly. Joni and Emily followed close behind , both looking awkward and uncomfortable beneath the spotlight. Joni's tail remained stiff between her legs, while Emily crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously. "Remember to smile, girls!" Traci said cheerily over her shoulder. Madison hesitated a moment, composing herself, before forcing her most dazzling stage smile.
The small crowd clapped politely as an unnamed announcer gave an introduction. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to today's festivities. We have for you a special treat—a song and dance number from our wonderful pups involved in Project Cerberus. Give it up for Madison, Traci, Emily and Joni!" Another round of half-hearted applause followed. Most of the audience looked either bored or mildly put off.
Joni scanned the crowd as they took their positions, immediately noticing Lt. Harker seated near the front. The man gave an awkward little wave paired with an uneasy smile. She returned it half-heartedly.
The music started abruptly—an upbeat remix of the iconic ABBA hit. Madison immediately launched into the meticulously planned choreography, hips swaying in time with the beat. She kept her forced smile locked in place, doing her best to stay composed. Traci eagerly danced along with her, beaming brightly and moving with surprising grace all things considered. Emily and Joni struggled to keep up—both missing cues and generally looking confused.
After the first verse, their dance called for a formation change. Madison quickly spun around to direct her teammates, only to find Traci distractedly dancing in the wrong spot. She collided with the golden retriever, eliciting a surprised yelp from her. Madison stumbled, nearly losing her balance in her heels. She shot Traci an annoyed glare before catching herself and resuming her wide, fake smile—worried such a blunder may have turned off the audience.
Joni couldn't help but chuckle under her breath at the blunder, which earned her a swift elbow in the ribs from Emily. "Focus!" the collie hissed through her teeth. Joni grumbled and corrected herself. Why did she have to be stuck dancing next to Little Miss Perfect's groupie...
As the song progressed, things slowly deteriorated. What had been envisioned as a tightly choreographed dance number devolved into the dogwomen mostly trying not to trip over their own feet—tail swishes and errant steps making a coordinated effort impossible. The tempo increased, and so did their panicking. Traci seemed blissfully unaware, still grinning brightly despite repeatedly crashing into her teammates. Madison became more and more flustered trying to keep things on track. Occasionally, she'd shoot nervous glances into the crowd—specifically towards where General Grant was seated, though his stony expression revealed little. Joni was just struggling not to flash anyone as she stumbled about. Emily seemed resigned to the sloppy performance, her movements becoming more and more half-hearted.
As the finale came, their dance called for a dramatic pose—kneeling down on one knee, one arm raised triumphantly in the air. Madison tried her best to motion for them to get into position as the beat wound down. Traci eagerly complied, beaming at the audience. Emily managed to wrangle Joni down, both girls looking supremely awkward. The music hit its final crescendo. Madison clutched the hem of her leotard, lowering down gracefully to one knee and raising her other arm up, head held high.
The other girls complied far less gracefully. Joni nearly toppled over sideways before catching herself. Traci bounced a little too enthusiastically, eliciting some uncomfortable murmurs from certain male audience members. Emily just looked plain miserable. The music ended abruptly, their haphazard posing lingering for a painful few seconds too long before polite applause followed.
Mortified, Madison hurriedly stood—nearly twisting her ankle on her heels again in her haste—before rushing off stage without even a cursory bow. Traci, oblivious as always, took an eager bow of her own which elicited some more mixed reception from the men present. Joni grabbed Traci by the scruff before she could make more of a spectacle of herself and pulled her along offstage. Emily trudged behind dutifully.
"Well, that could've gone better..." The stagehand remarked as the girls departed. Joni was pretty sure she heard him stifle a laugh.
Madison didn't stop until she was a good ways down the back hallway that lead towards the dressing rooms. Finally away from prying eyes, she slumped against the wall and took a few deep breaths—looking both emotionally and physically exhausted. Emily emerged second, sighing in relief that the ordeal was over. "Well, at least it's over now..." She caught sight of Madison and frowned worriedly. "Oh gosh, are you alright Madison?"
"That was..." Madison steadied herself. "Dreadful..."
"It wasn't that bad!" Traci said reassuringly as she bounced up to them. "Everyone looked like they were having fun~"
Joni scoffed as she joined them. "Yeah, they looked REAL entertained..." She picked at her ill-fitting top. "But I guess that bunch of stiff-asses won't be asking us to shake our asses on stage again anytime soon..." She looked to Madison and smirked. "I bet you gave a few of them heart attacks just by wearing that, princess."
Madison didn't rise to the barb for once. "General Grant in attendance was not information I was privy to..." She pinched between her eyes. "He must think me an absolute harlot flouncing about in this..."
Emily smiled supportively and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure the General understands it wasn't our choice to wear these outfits." She shot Joni a warning glare before softening her expression towards Madison. "The important thing is we gave it our best shot, right?"
"I suppose..." Madison straightened herself up with as much dignity as she could muster. "Though I intend to have strong words with Dr. Abraham about this..." She looked downward, fiddling with the hem of her glittering leotard. "I at least hope the next number doesn't leave as poor of an impression..."
Joni's ears suddenly perked straight up in alarm. "Wait, NEXT number!?" She bared her teeth angrily. "You mean this isn't fucking over yet!?"
Madison blinked in surprise at her outburst before sighing. "Unfortunately not...we're expected to perform a second routine."
Traci gasped in delight. "Yay, more dancing!" She took Joni's paws eagerly. "This is so fun!"
Joni stared blankly at Traci's smiling face for a long moment before ripping her paws away with a frustrated yell. "FUCK!"

Lt. Harker ached for a smoke, but had the decency to wait for now.
"So, are you going to be telling Livingstone this event in detail?" He said to the aide seated beside him.
"Y-yes, that's what I was instructed."
"Well, I wish you luck. Because it's going to take a hell of a lot of sweetening up to make this seem like an evening to remember." He took a flask from his coat. "Still, Traci seems to be enjoying herself at least ."
On the opposite side of the seating, Grant and the other officials were in their own low conversation.
"An absolute farce..." Grant pinched his brow. "Cervus specimens prancing around like show dogs...and here I was expecting an adequate display of tactical prowess and discipline. What will the politicians think the funding is being used for?"
"Now, now, General... it isn't all bad." Abraham stuttered out. "Th-the canines seem to be enjoying themselves at least!"
"This is enjoyment?" Grant scowled. "Embarrassing themselves in some cabaret act?" His fist balled around the playbill. "Though I suppose for some of them, this level of behavior is expected..."
Captain Mann arched an eyebrow. "I assume you're talking about Madison, General?"
Grant grunted. "That dog has far too loose a perception of where the line is drawn." He shook his head. "And here I thought her infatuation nonsense was the extent of it..."
Abraham swallowed nervously. "R-right, of course, General. I'll be sure to have a word with her about proper conduct after the show."
"You had better..." Grant's scowl deepened. "As amusing as it is seeing Cerberus' star pupil make a damned fool of herself, this kind of nonsense makes mockery of the entire project." He crumpled the play bill and tossed it aside in disgust. "Speaking of which, what torture do they intend to inflict next?"
The doctor fished his own playbill out of his pocket, squinting to read it. "Let's see...ah, next up is, uh...Wannabe by the Spice Girls apparently?"
Grant let out an aggravated sigh and rubbed his temple. "Unbelievable..."

Joni was doubled over panting, her hands on her knees—leotard dipping low to expose even more cleavage. "This is fucking unbelievable!"
Emily, also short on breath, looked over the scribbled choreography notes. "I guess they wanted to change genres...maybe try appealing to a female audience more?"
Traci was still bouncing excitedly nearby. "Oooh, I love this song! Girl power!" She cheered, throwing a fist enthusiastically into the air. The sudden motion made her chest bounce lewdly.
Nearby, Madison was desperately trying to straighten her disheveled fur and blot away nervous sweat in preparation for the next number. She kept anxiously glancing back towards the stage—wincing a little every time the announcer's enthusiasm was met with dead silence from the crowd. An agonized whine escaped her throat. "That oafish stage manager expects me to go back out THERE looking like THIS!?"
Joni scoffed, tail swaying as she finally straightened up. "Yeah, we gotta prance around looking like a bunch of cheap whores again..." She sneered over at Madison. "I guess that shouldn't be too different for you though, right Maddy?"
Madison shot her a venomous glare, too mentally exhausted to think up a clever retort. After a moment, she sighed bitterly and slumped down into a chair. "I can't do this again..." She looked utterly defeated, resting her face in her palms. "I'll be the laughing stock of the entire USSD..."
Emily set the notes down and moved over next to her sympathetically. "Aw, try not to be so hard on yourself..." She started gently grooming some of Madison's messy headfur back into place in an attempt to calm her. "I'm sure everyone understands we're just trying our best out there."
Even Joni seemed a bit taken aback by Madison's uncharacteristically vulnerable state. She shifted awkwardly, an uneasy frown crossing her muzzle. "Yeah...don't let those stuffed-shirt fucks get to you." She attempted an encouraging smile. "Just get back out there and shake that ass until you give the whole room heart attacks."
Madison slowly lifted her head to reveal the ruined makeup running down her cheeks. She quickly tried to scrub the streaks away, clearly embarrassed by her lack of composure. "Even if my reputation survives this..." She sniffled softly, looking utterly crestfallen. "The General will never take me seriously again..."
Joni's ears folded back guiltily at the pitiful display. She couldn't even bring herself to poke fun anymore. An uncomfortable silence followed, broken only by Madison's muffled sobs. Seeing the normally composed and confident German Shepherd so heartbroken awakened something protective in Joni—memories of comforting a similarly upset Traci back during their training days together flooding back. She moved over next to Madison, sitting down and gently resting a hand on her thigh. "Hey...fuck all those guys, okay? Who gives a shit what they think..." She smiled supportively. "Let 'em see you're more than just a pretty face."
Madison slowly lifted her gaze, makeup still running down her muzzle pathetically. She studied Joni for a moment before her expression softened into something akin to gratitude—a first for her. "I...suppose you have a point." She wiped at her eyes, smudging the liner even more. "What does it matter what a bunch of brutish military men think..." The corner of her mouth twitched into a hint of a smile. "Perhaps I should take this opportunity to...make a statement."
Joni grinned wide, flashing her fangs encouragingly. "Hell yeah! You tell 'em, bitch!" Her tail started to wag reflexively. "Show those assholes Cerberus ain't just a bunch of cute faces!"
Madison blinked in surprise at the sudden enthusiasm before letting out an uncharacteristically undignified snort of laughter at Joni's crass phrasing. She covered her muzzle, looking mildly embarrassed by the outburst. After a moment, she managed to compose herself—sitting up straight and holding her head high once more. "You're absolutely right ..." She smiled slyly, looking much more like her usual self. "What better opportunity to demonstrate I'm more than just a 'pretty face'..." She stood swiftly, fueled by newfound confidence. "Come along then, girls!" She clapped her hands sharply, some of her old domineering nature returning. "We have a show to save!"
Joni jumped a little, not used to being on the receiving end of Madison's bossiness. Still, she offered no complaint, just an amused smirk. Emily, likewise, seemed bolstered by the sudden swing in mood. "That's the spirit!" She pumped a fist encouragingly. Seeing the other's rallying, Traci joined in too, bouncing excitedly nearby. "Yay, more dancing!"
Madison strut forward confidently, flagging down the stage manager as he passed by. "You there! Cue up our music at once!" She flashed him a dazzling smile. "The audience simply hasn't seen our best side yet..."
The man blinked in surprise before fumbling to ready the music cue. Madison gathered the other girls around her, whispering urgent instructions for last minute revisions to their choreography—mandating they make things far more sensual and really play up their femininity for this number. Joni listened intently, tail swaying eagerly at the thought of stirring up trouble. Traci bounced excitedly nearby. Emily offered a sheepish shrug—clearly not as keen on raunching up their act, but willing to go along with it. Before long, the opening beats of "Wannabe" echoed from the speakers. Madison confidently strut out onto the stage once more—her three teammates following closely behind. She made sure to put a tantalizing amount of hip sway into her stride.
As the four of them took their positions, the music properly kicked in—upbeat and poppy. The small crowd watched on warily. Most seemed ready to dismiss the entire affair. Madison stepped forward eagerly throwing herself into the dance's opening moves with renewed vigor. The other girls did their best to follow her lead. She frequently shot flirtatious winks and blows kisses out into the audience—really playing up her natural charm. As the lyrics started, she made a dramatic showing of lip syncing along—amplifying her movements to ridiculous proportions.
Seeing Madison really get into it bolstered the others' confidence. Joni in particular seemed keen to cause a scene—taking any opportunity to show off her exposed figure that the choreography allowed. Traci bounced along happily as always, just overjoyed to be dancing. Emily frequently shot nervous glances at some of her teammates' more scandalous moves, but continued nonetheless.

As Madison's dramatic solo dance break came up, she made sure to put her flexibility to full use—dropping into an impressively low split without even flinching in her high heels before slowly rising back up, giving a playful shake of her rear. She caught a shocked reaction from several men in the front row including General Grant and allowed herself a sly, knowing smirk at his expense.
Seeing Madison really stick it to the stuffed shirts, Joni decided to ramp up her own raunchiness. She turned around and really put emphasis into shaking her backside, lifting the hem of her already tiny skirt to give a quick flash of her panties as she did so. She cackled under her breath at the satisfying reaction that earned. Nearby, Emily looked mortified. Traci just seemed thrilled to going all out.
The four girls came together, tightly pressing up against one another suggestively going into the chorus hip gyrations—Madison taking point position to guide them along. She made sure to sneak in some exaggerated breast squeezes alongside pretending to sing along. Seeing Madison really embrace showing off, Traci couldn't help but join in the dramatic gesturing. She giggled and bounced along happily. Emily and Joni struggled to keep up with the other two's antics, both looking supremely awkward trying to mimic such lewd moves. Still, they persevered—Joni clearly enjoying playing up the raunchiness much more than Emily.
As they moved into the final breakdown, their choreography called for slowly dropping down into a squat in time with the beat. Madison relished the opportunity to show off her strength and balance, smugly smiling around at her teammates as she lowered perfectly onto her high heels. Traci eagerly complied, having no trouble matching the move. Joni growled angrily as she struggled to even bend her knees in the confining outfit. Emily likewise barely managed to awkwardly dip partway down before wobbling unsteadily. Madison cackled under her breath at their struggles before continuing to lip sync along dramatically as she gyrated in place—glittering chest thrust out proudly.
The music approached its climax. Madison decided to improvise, strutting forward again before suddenly dropping down into another split—even lower than the last. She made sure to arch her back just right to really accentuate her bustline as she slowly dragged herself back upwards. Rising back to her full height, she flashed a smug grin out at the dumbfounded expressions from multiple gentlemen in the crowd. Nearby, Traci clapped excitedly at the move while Emily looked even more mortified than before. Joni, however, was just laughing boisterously—clearly entertained seeing the stuck up German Shepherd cut loose. Madison offered a playful curtsy at the song's conclusion, the fabric of her leotard clinging tight to emphasize her curves. This time, there was no mad dash to flee the stage—only confidence.
There was a long pause before a round of applause broke out—a few whoops and hollers mixed in from some of the rowdier men. It seemed their over the top lewdness had made more of an impression this time around. Madison smiled proudly and took a graceful bow. Nearby Traci eagerly bowed as well, tail wagging excitedly. Joni followed just because she felt like she should, still chuckling quietly to herself. Emily hesitantly joined in, looking supremely relieved their ordeal was finally over with. The four girls departed the stage with renewed energy compared to the defeated shuffle of before.

"Well how about that..." The stage manager chuckled as they passed by. "They might make performers out of you lovely ladies yet."
Madison proudly strutted onward, head held high. Backstage, she let out a relieved sigh before flashing her teammates a surprisingly playful smirk. "I must say, that was mildly invigorating." She motioned back towards the stage, still riding the adrenaline high of her dramatic performance. "I believe we left quite the impression, wouldn't you agree?"
Joni was still laughing boisterously. "Hell yeah we fucking did!" She grinned wide at Madison. "Shit, I didn't know you had it in ya, bitch!"
Madison blinked in surprise at the unexpected crass praise before haughtily flipping her headfur. "Yes, well...desperate times call for desperate measures after all." She allowed a small, prideful smile. "Still, I can't say I hated putting some of those arrogant men in their place." Her posture relaxed subtly as she regarded each of them. "You all...performed spectacularly as well." She cleared her throat, suddenly looking a touch self-conscious. "Perhaps I was too quick to judge your capabilities..."
Joni's grin somehow managed to grow even wider hearing Madison's closest equivalent to heartfelt praise. She playfully threw an arm around the German shepherd's shoulders. "Yeah, we sure showed those fucks to underestimate us, huh?"
Madison tensed slightly at the sudden contact before offered an awkward, but genuine smile in return. "Indubitably."
Nearby, Emily let out a relieved sigh. "Well I'm just glad it's over now. That was way more excitement than I'm used to." She smiled around at all of them. "Still, you all did wonderfully out there!"
Traci was still bouncing excitedly nearby. "That was so super fun! We should have dance parties more often!" She clapped her hands eagerly. "What song should we do next!?"
Joni barked out another loud laugh at Traci's enthusiasm before focusing back on Madison with a smirk. "Y'know, you oughta dress like more of a slutty stripper bitch more often..." She playfully jostled her side. "Makes you way less of a stuck up cunt."
Madison's face immediately flushed a deep red beneath her fur. She quickly pulled away from Joni's grasp with a huff. "I think that will be QUITE enough of dressing up for the moment..." She awkwardly straightened out her disheveled leotard. "I've put on more of a show today than I care to reflect on." Still, despite her dismissive tone, the corner of her mouth twitched upward ever so slightly.
Nearby, Emily let out a relieved sigh. "Why don't we all just head home and try to relax after everything." She smiled supportively around at them. "I'd say we've earned a little break."
Joni laughed again as she started tugging at the hem of her ill-fitting top. "Fuck yeah...first thing I'm doing is burning this frilly shit." She motioned over her shoulder as she started to wander off to get changed. "Drinks are on me tonight!"
Madison watched her go, feeling oddly at ease around the gruff pitbull for once. Perhaps she had misjudged her as well... She shook the thought from her mind. "Come along Traci." She took the overeager retriever by the paw, leading her towards the dressing room. "Let's get you out of that scandalous outfit as well, shall we?"
"Okie dokie!" Traci agreed cheerily, always happy to follow Madison's lead.
Emily chuckled softly as she watched the unlikely duo wander off—feeling immensely relieved at how things turned out. She couldn't wait to change out of her own risque outfit and unwind after the long, chaotic day. Though, part of her was almost sad their musical bonding experience was over so soon. She hummed softly to herself as she started getting changed out of her leotard—looking forward to a relaxing night with her friends after everything.