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The city of Novus Ager was almost too big for its own good. Certainly, it was too big to do anything particularly creative in unless you went to the outskirts, Gus had found. Anywhere nearer the city center tended to drown out your thoughts in all the urban noise, and considering what he was being paid to do, the lion wanted to actually focus for once.

"How the hell does Thimas pull this off on a regular basis?" the lion muttered under his breath.

He had picked a corner of the city coastline for himself. At first, he'd tried sitting on one of the rocks, but that started getting uncomfortable, so he tried sitting on the said with his back against the rock for some support. Then that started getting painful to his back, so he tried lying on the sand.

Four position changes later, Gus had finally settled on lying on his back, his bare butt against the warm rock, and his legs up in the air. The position was strange, and it still wasn't that comfortable, but it kept his legs warm, his back supported, and there were no hard or sharp points rubbing against his butt. The feline could live with that.

He looked down at the journal on his belly again, glancing at the lyrics that he'd put down so far. They weren't his best, but they had some of the feeling that Slam-Dunk had asked for.

Theme songs for heroes...this better be some damn good advertising, he thought as he crossed out a couple of verses. They're the pickiest clients I've ever had...

While there was a long tradition of musicians working for individual patrons rather than for themselves, he was starting to see why everyone had been happy to make the shift. The music he was penning was hardly his best stuff, but every time that he tried to flex his style, the new heroes were constantly pushing him to change it.

No, make it rhyme!

It's gotta be harder. Make it more grunty.

Can you make it so that I can sing it? What do you mean, I can't sing? I'll just auto-tune it.

It was enough to make his jaw hurt from how much he gritted his teeth, and it was nearly enough to make him throw the notebook out the metaphorical window and into the literal ocean.

And that was just the first one. He had four other heroes that were all pushing him to get a song written for them, some sort of catchy theme song that they could blare out of a sound system whenever they got into a fight.

"Only in Novus Ager..."

He sighed, putting the notebook down for a moment and looking up at the sky. The lion looked through his toes, folding his hands together over his chest and tapping his thumbs against his ribs.

The soft crashing sound of the waves coming in was soothing enough to calm him down again, but he didn't pick up the notebook just yet. Instead, the lion closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to play his own songs again. The idea of blasting his music through the streets of the city, drowning out the din that came from cars and trains and shopping carts and food trucks. It would make it a lot better on the ears, that was for sure.

Just as he was starting to smile, however, there was a sudden thump at the side of his head. The lion blinked, opening his eyes and glancing up.

Standing over him was a big guy, an orca whose bare feet had just gotten completely covered in sand. The lion leaned his hips away from the rock, rolling over to sit up.

"Hi there," he said, looking the orca over. "Mmmm...hi there, indeed."

"Whatcha staring at, lion?"

Considering the appearance of the cetacean, he would have thought that the answer was pretty obvious. The big guy probably stood six and a half feet tall, with a muscular, finned tail that was completely in keeping with all the other muscles that popped out along the big guy's frame.

The fact that he was wearing latex out on the beach told Gus that the guy was probably one of the city's supers, someone that had powers to throw around. The fact that it was completely black with a faded purple decal in the chest told him that the orca was probably a villain, too.

And that didn't really matter to him. Maybe somewhere else, where the villains were let off the leash, but here in Novus Ager? There were too many different heroes around for the super villains to get as much traction as they wanted. The lion chuckled, letting his eyes linger on that hefty ball bulge in the latex suit for a moment before reaching for his guitar. It was warm from sitting in the sun on the rock, but it was not too hot to hold. He strummed it twice before looking back at the orca.

"I said, whatcha staring at?" the orca repeated.

"Well, you, of course. If eye candy is gonna cross my path, I'm going to stare all day long."

"That ain't very professional, is it?"

"Well, you haven't hired me, and I'm not looking for work." He shrugged. "Besides, do I look like I care to be professional?"

Gus already knew that the answer was no. Hell, he hadn't even bothered to put on pants before coming to the beach. The only thing he wore was his traditional leather vest, and even that was hanging off his upper arms rather than off his shoulders. The entirety of his lean, slender body was completely on display, even his cock, sticking out half-hard and weighted down by the Prince Albert piercing on the tip.

The orca finally seemed to get a good look at him. No blush, but there was a certain amount of throat clearing. Gus chuckled.

"What do you want, huh?"

"I thought you were supposed to be..."

"I don't think anyone's really supposed to be anything, but come on. What were you expecting?"

"Some kinda musician, from everything the heroes are saying."

"Well, I am that." Gus strummed the guitar gently to demonstrate, smiling as the soundwaves prompted a slight throb from the orca's cock. "Gus the guitarist. Legend on the stage, let me tell you."

"Hmmph. I'd believe it when I see it."

"Heh, then go on and tell me your famous name."

"Shrieker."

"..." Gus sniggered. He honestly hadn't meant to, but he couldn't help himself. "Shrieker? Please tell me you're kidding."

"What? It's a legitimate name. I've got sonic powers."

"Yeah, but...Shrieker?"

"You wanna make something of it, huh?"

Without warning, the orca grabbed him by the ankle, and before Gus knew what had happened, he'd been flipped upside-down, held suspended by his leg in mid-air. He blinked twice, staring at Shrieker's crotch for a moment before he was lifted a bit higher. Not quite eye-level - the orca wasn't tall enough or long-limbed enough for that - but high enough for them to look at each other.

"I might be new, but I ain't taking any disrespect, pussy cat."

"You know, if you're looking for someone to do something for you, respect goes both ways."

"You listen here, cat. You stop that disrespect, or so help me, I'll blast you with a sound wave."

"I'm sure I've heard worse. I've had to sit through classical concerts."

"Take me seriously!"

"Hmmm, no."

Gus had had just about enough with being flipped about and shouted at. The lion could take a bit of that, of course, and a bit more from those that had the sexy looks to back up that sort of behavior, but this was going too far.

Bwaaaaaaaaaang!

The sudden slap of fingers across guitar strings released a soundwave of fairly substantial power. It slammed into Shrieker and knocked him back by a good five paces, throwing him through the sand and nearly knocking him off his feet.

It also had the effect of forcing the orca to drop him, and he almost landed face-first in the sand. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a cat, there was no way that he would have been able to flip over in time.

With his Prince Albert slapping between his thighs, he cricked his head back and forth, cracking his neck before turning back to the big guy.

"Let me guess, new villain?"

"What the fuck was that?"

"I'll take that as a yes. What did you come here for, huh? A song?"

"You - well, yeah."

"Look, I'm already buried under work. If you want a tune, I can put you on a waiting list, but it's gonna be at least a month."

"The fuck you say?!"

"And you're gonna pay double for being a dink."

"You - fuck that. You want me to pay you? I'm a super villain! Villains don't pay for anything!"

Oh god, he's new...he's SO new...

Shaking his head, Gus started fiddling with the tuning rods at the very end of the guitar. They were already perfectly tuned, of course - he never left the house without tuning them properly, and he adjusted them a bit more than most guitarists did - but it was never a bad idea to make sure that they were properly set up for a jam. Particularly when they were already wound so tight...

He loosened them, just a smidge. The orca was new, after all. He didn't need a full blast of what the lion could do.

"And now you're ignoring me? You think you're hot stuff? Try this!"

Shrieker threw back his head, sucking in a huge breath of air. Gus winced, bracing himself.

"SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

The name 'Shrieker' was hardly a misnomer. The high-pitched notes could have easily deafened the lion if he wasn't used to such volume from his own practice sessions. Even so, he winced, curling his toes in the sand and tilting his head to the side as the painful sound kept ripping through the air around him. It rippled his vest, kicked up the sand -

Crack.

And broke the pen in his pocket. The black ink spread across his vest, down his chest, and over his stomach, staining his fur.

As Shrieker finally paused, puffing a bit as he caught his breath, Gus pulled at the flap of his vest. It was soaked black on the inside, and it looked like some sort of stupid rosette on the outside. He shook it out, but the ink refused to fade.

"Goddammit."

"Heh, you see my power? Now give me a song for -"

"Not you, you dick. My vest."

It wasn't like he couldn't replace it or take it to the cleaners, but it was the principle of the damn thing. He was already mostly naked as it was, and the idea of going completely naked until he could get a new one...

"Fuck it. You want it? You got it."

Gus yanked the strings tight again, giving a few low flicks of the thickest cord.

"You don't tug on Superman's cape. You don't spit into the wind. You don't pull the mask off the ol' lone ranger -"

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

The next blast of the guitar was far louder than the first, and more sustained. It was a heavy, ripping metal riff, one that shrieked almost as loud as the orca and across a far wider range. Sand and rocks got kicked up from the sound, as did some of the water coming in from the tide, and the sheer blast sent the orca back more than twice as far as the last one did.

"And you don't mess up my goddamn vest!"

"What...what the hell...who are you?"

"I told you. I'm Gus."

The lion rested his fingers on the strings, shaking his head.

"And you want a song? You got it!"

No strum, but rather a full guitar solo, a hard string-bashing followed by a twisting, nail-scraping tune that cut straight down through the mind, rattling the brain around in the skull and shaking every little thought out of it.

"_Working on a hustle, hustle, hustle,

Running in a bustle, bustle, bustle,

Head down as you shuffle, shuffle, shuffle,

But no more!

"Now you listen with a smile, smile, smile

And stop your screaming for a while, while, while

And throw your thoughts into a pile, pile, pile,

On the shore!_ "

The lion was shouting the lyrics, hitting the orca with them the way that he imagined most supers threw their fists at each other. He could see the miniature impacts that the song was having, the blasting through the mind, the thoughts getting shoved out through the earholes. The orca's eyes were going from confused to glazed to completely blank in short order.

He stomped forward, not quite running, but making a definite advance. He never stopped singing, either.

"_Now you'll do as I say, say, say,

And you'll do it all day, day, day

And you won't care any way, way, way

Take it off!_ "

The orca went ram-rod straight, the big guy staring straight ahead as his muscles went tight from head to toe. There was a brief flare of confusion in his eyes, some part of him wondering what was going on, but the powerful, blaring music from the guitar and Gus's mouth were already forcing that away. He was straining against it, his hands twitching towards the zipper at the back of his suit, but he was still holding back.

Gus stood right in front of him, standing on one foot and pressing the tops of his toes into the orca's bulge. He pressed up, just enough to grind on it.

"_Cause now you don't care, care, care

About who sees your flare, flare, flare,

And you're gonna dare, dare, dare

Take it off!_ "

The orca stiffened again, and suddenly his hands were moving quick, reaching around the back of his head to the zipper that Gus just knew was hidden back there. The sound of it coming down was muffled under the sound of the loud guitar playing, but it was still there, still audible enough.

The latex peeled off to reveal an orca that was far trimmer than the one constantly spying on his hosts. Thick muscles, hard pecs, visible abs, the works. They were all there. The orca's arms were tensing and relaxing, the thick biceps popping every time, and the lion chuckled to himself.

It was done. The song had slammed Shrieker out of his own head, leaving - for the next little while - basically a muscle doll behind. The lion slowly ended his song, throwing his guitar over his shoulder and letting it hang down.

"Man, I never get tired of that..."

He shook his head at the big guy. Now that he was completely naked, he could see that the latex had been hiding just how young the orca was. Eighteen, and not a year older, as far as he could see. Probably barely out of high school, using the powers that he'd discovered to try and avoid the hustle-hustle life of the daily grind.

Heh, not that I blame him for that, he thought, shaking his head. Still, not that good to hop into a villain's life so quickly...

Pity that the big guy hadn't just gone to a strip club. There was plenty of muscle on him for that, and...well...

The lion grabbed Shrieker's cock. Unlike some of the orcas he'd run into, this guy was fully packed with a humanoid dick, and one that was big enough to keep his fingers from closing around it even while soft. The head was damp, wet with pre-cum, though most of that was probably from the blast of music rather than any real arousal.

The balls were a good eye-catcher, too. Not as big as some of the college students that he'd seen - and particularly not as big as the one that Thimas seemed to have taken under his wing - but big enough to make him whistle at the weight.

"Turn around, big guy. Let me see the other side."

Shrieker obliged, turning on the spot like the big dumb lug that he'd become. Gus stopped him after he was facing completely away, holding onto that muscular tail fin as he took in that ass.

It was a big, thick piece of beefcake back there, packed with more muscle than anybody really needed in the glutes and with a slight curve to them that meant they'd be perfect to hold onto.

He gave them a nice squeeze, feeling the tight, taut muscles just under the surface, and he chuckled.

"Man, you could crack cocks between those things...probably for the best I don't fuck with it, then, huh?"

There was no answer. There usually wasn't when he went this hard. People had to take a while to pull their brains back together after he got that loud.

"Alright, you can turn back to me."

As the orca turned to face him full-on again, Gus shook his head. He wasn't keen on just walking off, for several reasons. For one, the big guy probably would draw all sorts of attention, and not all the good kind, either. If the cops didn't come 'round to arrest him for indecent exposure - a definite risk for someone that didn't have the skill to mess with the mind - he'd probably get molested by more than a few beach-goers. Hell, Gus was still tempted.

But more to the point, the poor guy was not exactly bad. Desperate, maybe, but not bad. The kinda villain that didn't have a real reason for villainy besides thinking that it was probably easier than holding down a day job.

With a name like Shrieker, though, and a power like that...Nah. Not really.

"I think you need a new job. Come on."

He sat down on one of the rocks nearby, patting the ground in front of him. The lion spread his legs, guiding the orca's big face right into his crotch.

"Nurse on that while I look through the classifieds. Maybe we'll find you something in a strip club, huh?"

Gus's chuckles turned to moans, and the moans turned to groans in short order. Whatever else Shrieker might be bad at, he sure had a good mouth on him.

As the lion flipped through the different articles and ads, he occasionally felt the orca suck a bit harder, pull his cock in that little bit deeper. Gus found himself purring quietly, and when he realized what he was doing, he chuckled.

"Heh...Damn...wish you could make it as a whore, but I don't think even Novus Ager is that liberal, yet."

Shrieker said nothing. Instead, the orca seemed to find a way to wiggle his tongue up and around, finding the lion's piercing and giving it a little tug. Hissing at the abrupt pleasure, Gus lowered his head, looking back at the newspaper he'd tucked into his journal.

Fitness instructor? Maybe, he's got the body for it, but nobody's gonna hire someone without some experience. Well, maybe he might be able to bribe it but - mmmph...

The lion had to bite his lip to keep from making another little tune with his moans. The orca was bobbing his head down, sucking, then pulling back, making sure that Gus could feel every inch of his cock entering and leaving that mouth. It was hot. It was really, really hot.

Ain't gonna have much luck as a loader or laborer. Got the strength for it, but he'd get so pissed every time that someone told him what to do...

He shifted on the rock again, spreading his legs a bit further to give the orca more room to work. That wide mouth opened a bit further, and he felt his balls sliding in to join his cock. A very nice, warm, wet welcome awaited them, and the lion drummed his toes in the sand at the rising pleasure.

Flipping through the pages, one after another, didn't give much better options than what he had already seen. The problem was a lack of experience, and there weren't many ways for someone so young to get it that would be tolerable to someone like Shrieker.

Then again...

He turned to the 18+ part of the paper, looking over the ads there. Of course, there were plenty of personals that were scarcely disguised 'requests' for prostitutes, but there were also the stripper ads that he was looking for. Over half of them were targeted towards women, trying to get big-hipped, big-breasted ladies in the clubs, but there was one that stood out for his purposes.

"Wanted. Big Dicked Young Men. Muscular Males Preferred. Non-furred Mammals Preferred." He smiled. "Sounds like your sort of place, do-oesn't it?"

His voice jumped as the orca licked under his balls, almost pulling them up to the roof of his mouth, but Shrieker stopped to pull back.

"Mmmph?"

"Right...let's get you somewhere private so you can wait for your brain to come back...and I can avoid that lovely temptation of that lovely butt of yours..."

The End