Backstage Benefits
My part of a trade with MoodyFerret.
This story stars her characters Colin and Riesling and contains a hot backstage romp between the two. Be warned it also contains some Watersports and Skunk Spray. If you're not into those things you have been warned.
I had a lot of fun with this and it quickly became a lot longer of a story than I had originally thought it would be. I've grown rather fond of these two characters and hope I get the chance to write more of the encounters again some day.
Backstage Benefits:
To Riesling MacArthur there was no greater sound in the world than that of the gentle fuzz of a record. As he lay back on his soft flower print bed he allowed the background musings of Jefferson Airplane to enter his ears, painting wonderful pictures in his head of love and peace.
His lifestyle screamed hippy in everything from the record of choice, to the flowers in his hair, to the bright rainbow pipe burning orange embers under his lips. He exhaled the skunky aroma from his mouth, relieving himself a gentle sigh.
Speaking of 'skunky', that's exactly what he was. Not just a run of the mill average skunk either, but a beautiful albino. Nothing said 'Peace' better than soft white fur like a dove. He wore patched blue jeans and a baggy poncho. On top of that was a brown vest displaying more flowers and other various decals, and around his neck was a vibrant necklace displaying a large peace emblem.
As the thick smoke circulated his lungs Riesling felt a warm calm like a blanket fold over him. After a quick hit his comfy bed and the right record was just enough to put everything in the universe in its rightful place. Not even the sudden interruption of a phone call could sour his mood in this state.
"Hello..." he spoke into the receiving end of his bedside telephone as he turned the volume knob on his record player down from 6 to 3.
"Hey Ries, its Tom!" a bright cheerful voice replied into his ear.
"Oh, hey Tom, what's shakin'?"
"I just got us tickets to a wicked show tonight!"
"Oh yeah?" Riesling replied with interest as he carefully took the needle off of 'Volunteers'.
"Colin Ennismore."
"Who?"
"You know, that pop singer from Britain."
"Oi!" Riesling replied a tad aggravated, "Why'd you go and buy me that? You know those aren't my kind of tunes."
"C'mon Ries, give it a chance, it may be pop but its good some good rock to it too...I paid for your ticket anyways so what do you possibly have to loose?"
After a brief moment of silence Riesling huffed at the phone, "Fine, guess it beats sitting around at home tonight!"
"Alright good!" Tom's voice was now cheerful again, "It's at the Burgundy Ballroom, I'll see you there 'round seven."
"Ya-bye!" Riesling said as he hung up the phone. He finished a last huff of his pipe and sighed, thinking to himself, 'It ain't no Beatles but at least it's a show.'
...
Colin closed his eyes, taking in slow deep breaths. It was now fifteen minutes to show time and the sounds of an anxious crowd began to seep into his dressing room. The only thing that calmed his nerves was short sips of Merlot.
"C'mon mate, you'll be fine, you always make it through these gigs. Just try to enjoy yourself." These encouraging words were spoken by Colin's close friend and keyboardist Pete, a tuxedo-marked cat displaying the same impeccable taste as Colin. They both wore nice and pricey dress shirts under similarly complimented dress jackets. Both of them had nice pants as well, Pete's were denim and Colin's were a vibrant white.
Colin was a very original frontman, not a typical feline or canine which was often the norm to be marketed, but a weasel. He was from the stoat variety, or ermine, or shorttail, the list of names scrolled on much to Colin's annoyance. Interviews often became tiring when asked that sort of stupid question, so he had learned the right answer was to brush them off with 'Weasel'.
His fur was sort of a cross between brown and grey with soft white under-patches. His hair was a soft and long form of jet black. Both genders were unashamed to call him 'dreamy'. If they were to learn how shy he really was, well, that probably wouldn't hurt his cute factor at all.
The glass of Colin's 'bitter old friend' was almost empty already. He poured more of the bottle's content into his glass through another round of deep breaths. "Easy mate, you drink too much and you'll be tripping about on stage." Pete thoughtfully warned his nervous friend.
"Relax Pete, I'll be fine."
"That's exactly what I'm saying, you, will, be, fine, you don't need all this liquid courage, all you'll be doing is giving yourself a headache."
Colin chuckled for a minute, wiping sweat off his forehead with his paw, "Fine career path I chose huh, living a life of constant touring when I'm scared of the bloody stage!"
Before Pete could reply a large tiger wearing a security shirt stepped in, "Five minutes until go time people!"
"Ok, thanks!" replied Pete. Colin said nothing in return dropping yet another glass of wine down the hatch.
...
Riesling hit back a quick chug of beer. It had a very mild flavour, being a cheap brand of domestic lager. He'd be lying to say didn't feel somewhat out of place amongst the crowd of 'poppers' or so he called them. The only details of familiarity to him in the room were the stuffy heat of a growing crowd and the droning fuzz of a P.A. system blasting tunes louder than they had to be.
As usual the background soundtrack was a 'this seems to fit the occasion' mix. It carried on loudly as if to prove the owners of the club had gone nearly deaf over the years. This forced every conversation in the room to mimic polite shouting matches.
Tom stood by the side of the stage also sporting a pint of 'whatever-the-lager'. He looked almost as out of place as Riesling did. He was an unremarkable but attractive tabby cat with jeans that wear a picture perfect match to Riesling's. He wore an 'Abbey Road' t-shirt just visible under a brown leather jacket that matched his hair color.
Riesling returned to the spot his friend had saved him now that he had his second beer. "So who's the opening act?"
"There isn't one," Tom replied audibly over the background noise, "most of these poppers have never seen a show before and chances are they'd be even more impatient to an opening act than rockers are."
"You're beginning to sound like a popper yourself Tom."
"Colin's a good artist Ries, he's quite rocky for a pop singer, give a listen before you judge." He gave a look over to Riesling and smiled with the wit that just entered his mind, "...also don't forget the Beatles were considered pop at one point too!"
Riesling lightly ribbed his pal in the stomach, "Relax tabby, you know I'm just being an ass!"
Tom laughed, "No, not you, never."
As their bickering faded so did the house lights. The music followed suit as an uproar of cheers began like a choir of a dozen men and a hundred women. The first sound to follow was a deep drone oozing from a synthesizer with synced yellow strobe lights buzzing along. 'Moody...' thought Riesling as the single notes became a catchy little tune that was soon complimented by guitar riffs.
With the crescendo now at full throttle, spotlights now scoured the stage, vibrantly displaying Colin's band in a bright showcase. A slightly effeminate husky with short silver hair stood stage-left sporting a bright blue and silver bass. He played it elegantly with the tips of his fingers, smiling almost with a seduction to the crowd.
Behind him a lynx with long flowing hair perched behind a large drum set hammering away at full speed. Immediately next to him Pete stood with his beautiful collection of keyboards. He masterfully tapped at them with precision and in just the right order to quickly whip up the tempo.
Center stage was vacant and immediately stage right was an excited looking fox who wailed on his guitar with a vicious smile. As the final hook of his chord followed through, the long awaited moment began. To the overwhelming squeals of beloved fans Colin stepped up to the microphone. "Well he's definitely not hard on the eyes." Riesling yelled out to Tom.
Tom simply rolled his eyes, "How did I know you would say something like that?" The two friends watched on as Colin stood like a statue until his first verse came up:
"Swaying in the breeze,
Doing everything we please,
We are the ones, under the sun,
We are the free!"
With uplifting lines a smile finally entered his face and he began to enjoy himself. So did Riesling, despite his earlier criticism. As the triumphant first song reached its climax Riesling couldn't help but dance along. It seemed his friend was right.
...
Midway through the set the hustle and bustle of an upbeat crowd had placed Riesling near the middle of the room. He was four beers in and dancing his hear out. He had lost track of where Tom ended up three songs ago and had no idea of the conversation he was currently having at the merch table.
It wasn't until the current song had ended that Tom found his way back to Riesling again in an ecstatic frenzy. "Ries, you won't believe our luck! Remember Mark McAlister?"
Riesling thought about it for a moment before picturing the old punked out weasel. "Oh ya, from high school, damn it's been ages!"
"Ya, well anyways, he's the honest to god merch guy for Colin's American Tour!"
"Well ain't that a bitching catch for the old snot!" It was funny how childhood endearment had a way at avoiding extinction
"Oh just you wait for the next 'catch' Ries, he's getting us backstage after the show!"
Riesling's eyes widened, "Are you serious?!"
Tom simply smiled back at him. As the song continued Riesling's excitement surged. Finally for once in his life he had nabbed himself a backstage pass.
...
The encore was now being performed and Riesling was finishing his eight and final pint. His mood had upgraded from excited to ecstatic as he watched the pop star he was soon to meet. It seemed the high energy of a pop show proved rather infectious, and with a backstage pass, who wouldn't give in?
As soon as Colin announced the title of 'tonight's final song' Mark appeared behind the two friends calmly tapping the on the back. "Come watch the finale at the back with me so I can give ya 'safe passage' upstairs as soon as it's over."
"Many thanks dungeon master!" Riesling saluted, clearly responding with more school-hood silliness.
...
The show completed without a hitch and just as Mark had promised a bouncer soon ushered them through the staff doors as the band departed from the stage. Tom was ahead of Riesling so he didn't witness the short but noticeable frown on Colin's face as he rushed off stage. Blink and would have missed it, but it almost looked as if the budding star was in tears.
'Nah...' thought Riesling as they reached a hallway were the bouncer held them temporarily for the band's courtesy. "Was that not incredible?!" Tom rang out in his anxious excitement, "Fun show eh Ries?"
"Yeah," replied Riesling, "Guess I should trust ya more often."
"Damn straight! I mean just look at the fun I can nab us!"
Riesling laughed, "Yeah, I'm sure Mark had nothing to do with it?"
"Well umm..." Tom shrugged, "I guess that too..."
...
Colin pushed past security as he made a mad dash to the dressing room. He was in tears, as Riesling had witnessed. Every offer of sympathy from his band mates was simply met with a wave of his paw as if to silently ask to be left alone. The frontman soon left up the next stairwell to the second floor of the dressing room where he dashed behind the cover of its thick pink curtains.
Pete looked over to his other band mates and sighed, "Well, at least no one was here to see that." Almost the moment those words had left his mouth, fate cruelly intervened. The tiger security guard calmly strolled in with a bright-eyed tabby and a bright-furred skunk in tow.
"Uh-who are these blokes?!" protested Pete.
"Sorry Sir!" the tiger replied diligently, "...friends of your merch guy."
"Oh..."
"Problem Sir?"
Pete pondered the situation for a moment before finally muttering his decision, "No, they can stay, I just can't promise them an appearance from Colin."
Disappointment immediately soured the two fans' faces. "Is he alright?" asked a concerned Riesling, "I thought I saw him crying as the show finished."
Pete tried not to let his face show the worry that suddenly shadowed over him as he struggled for the best and most believable excuse, "Umm...no, no, its just...a few songs in the encore are a little personal, lyric wise I mean."
"Ah, got ya!" Riesling replied, knowing none the wiser, "Hope he feels better soon."
Pete nodded as he thought of a way to change the conversation, "Don't worry about it, usually doesn't take long for him to feel better after the show...beer anyone?
...
Colin fell back onto the floor of his dressing room. He was now holding a towel that he had snatched from the bathroom nearby. He wiped his pants furiously at the soaking center. Embarrassment and fear clouded him. He had been able to easily hold his liquor but failed miserably at holding his bladder.
The wet mess on his pants, towel, and now floor, was that of his own urine. 'Did anyone see?' his mind raced and rattled in his head, 'Do I have a good excuse? What the hell is wrong with me?!' His tears feverishly covered his face and his breath sped to stay at par with his heart beat. What was he going to say? What could he possibly do?
...
Riesling sat impatiently with his friend as he regaled yammering anecdotes that Colin's band clearly couldn't care any less about. Riesling appreciated the band's talent bit would much rather have wanted to get his paws on the dreamy pop star himself. Riesling was pansexual and put no restriction on gender, especially after spending half of a concert thinking up rather naughty ideas to go along with Colin's dance routines.
As he continued to twiddle his thumbs and give his friend 'Yes I'm still listening to your story' glances, his body prodded his senses with the urgency to use the facilities. He briefly interrupted his friend's story for directions to the bathroom. His eight pints were ready to leave.
...
Colin continued the assault on his clothes, desperately trying to make them presentable. He bickered loud curses under his breath, unaware that their volume had slowly been rising. Little did he know that Riesling was creeping down the hall towards the bathroom. To his surprise he caught an audible "Fuck!" behind the large pink curtains as he entered.
Without a moment's loss Riesling prodded his head through the curtain. The two shared a bewildered look as they glanced each other down. "S-sorry" Riesling said first.
"Just who the hell are you?!" Colin demanded, trying to cover his lap with the stained towel.
"Oh sorry, I'm Riesling...old buddy of Marks'."
Colin gave a large sigh and stroked his face with his paws in annoyance, "Oh how I wish that greasy little sod would stop bringing people backstage!"
"Oh...well I could leave if you'd like." Riesling said shyly, starting to feel quite foolish.
"Yes, please do!"
Riesling turned instantly, avoiding the weasel's eyes. He felt ashamed at the scene he had made. If fate had already had enough fun by now, then that would have been the end of the night...but fate can sometimes be quite the cold bitch.
Upon turning to leave, Riesling's shoe made contact with a very slippery floor. Without surprise his very next destination was the floor. As soon as his body flew forward Colin raised in surprise, "Oh my god, are you alright?!"
Riesling began to laugh, good and hard, "Well this just isn't my day!" Colin smiled, actually feeling for the strange skunk and his poor circumstances. This smiled however soon faded when he saw what the skunk had slipped on.
Riesling pushed himself up and rubbed at the wetness on his upper body. He smelled his fingers and was given a very odd scent in return. "What the hell? This smells like-"
"Pee!" Colin spat out at him in return, "It's pee, you happy? Go ahead an tell the press you got dirt on me, that's all you backstage bastards ever want!"
Riesling stared dumbfounded at Colin's outburst. "Why-"
"Because I was drinking too much fucking wine!!"
"Oh..." Riesling contemplated for a moment and gave his fingers another awkward sniffing. "It's not really a big deal," he said with a shrug, "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul."
Colin was now the one that looked dumbfounded, "What, you're serious?!"
"Like I said, it's not a bid deal."
"I pissed myself on stage, my career is ruined!"
"No it's not, you couldn't even see it from the crowd!"
"Maybe you didn't!"
The two stopped for a moment, neither knowing what to say next. In the end, Riesling was the first to chime up again, "Seriously...no bid deal."
"How can you say that when you just fell in some stranger's piss?!"
"Actually," Riesling defended, "I fell in some cute stranger's piss."
Colin stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't expected such a peculiar answer. "Th-that's disgusting!" he protested, trying to hide the fact he was blushing.
Riesling laughed, "Well yeah...kinda weird, but then again, normal folks are boring anyways!"
Colin shook his head, "You honestly have no idea how embarrassing this is!"
"Its...not...a...big...deal!"
"You know, you're really starting to sound like a broken record!"
"It's because you're not listening!" Riesling shot back. "If you don't believe me then I'll prove it to you!"
To this day, Riesling still doesn't know what came over him. It could have been the excitement of meeting Colin, the shame of embarrassing him, the buzz of the bear, or maybe even the fact he just couldn't hold it any longer...but as he stared Colin straight in the eyes he bent forward and wet himself.
It certainly didn't take much force, it was more of a surprise that he had held it in for so long to begin with. The warm liquid pooled out at his crotch in a dark blue shadow before trickling down his legs. He shivered as it tickled his fur. His tails anxiously swished back and forth.
Colin stared in astonishment. Riesling took a deep breath before speaking. "There...see," he panted, "It's no big deal...these things...happen." As he finished his sentence he unbuckled his belt.
"W-w-what the hell are you doing now?" Colin said meekly.
"Well...my pants are wet now, I don't want to get cold, maybe you should do the same..." Riesling's words continued to spill out of his mouth even as he realized how ridiculous his approach was.
Colin stared at the skunk in contempt, "Does this usually work on men you try to pick up?"
Riesling turned to him with a very soft and gentle smile, "I don't know you haven't answered yet?"
Colin tried his hardest to stay stern, but faltered as a powerful laugh broke out of his mouth, "You have got to be...the strangest critter I've ever seen scamper upstairs to meet me."
Riesling's ears sunk as he looked down at his feet painfully aware of his foolishness.
"But..."
Riesling looked up again to see a smile on Colin's face, "You are cute...and you seem caring, if not, umm...in a very odd way."
The skunk blushed furiously, his cheeks puffing out.
"So I guess...you can stay for a while, if you want to."
Riesling stood motionless for a moment without a reply, looking over at Colin as he gave him the same look of shy sympathy. With the allowance to stay he decided to take a chance, it would be double or nothing. He stepped forward slowly, his heart racing like a horse at the Olympics. When he reached the blushed weasel he grasped his arms gently and brought him forward.
At first Colin stared in shock trying to break away from the skunk, but as his tongue softly slipped into Colin's mouth and a few gentle tears slid down his eyes, he gave in and rested his arms around the fluffy oaf. The two shared a brief embrace and a subtle if not mildly awkward kiss. Colin found an odd entrance in the lips of his strange fan, he was unlike any other fling he'd had before.
Riesling slowly inched his paw downwards as their kiss continued, testing the lengths Colin would allow him to get away with. With a bit of surprise he reached all the way down to his underwear without a single protest. With the same ease his paw gently slipped inside, briefly caressing Colin's shaft.
Colin let out a soft whimper at the sudden smooth paw gripping him. Riesling proceeded to drag his paw down Colin's leg, pulling off his underwear. With that he could now visibly admire every inch of Colin. He gazed at Colin's member as it slowly bobbed up in length. It was big! One of those naturally gifted pieces of manhood you'd expect to belong to a famous singer fans drooled over.
Riesling ascended his paw back up the bare leg, cupping it just under where it met with his crotch. He playfully groped the area to the reply of more little squeals. After the brief novelty of torment he stroked his head against Colin's leg like a cat.
Colin peered down to see the silly skunk smiling up at him. His own full erection leaned over his face. With a quick wink Riesling began laps over the smooth length with his tongue. Colin's hands instinctively reached for the skunk's head, aiding in its steady rhythm. As Riesling became used to the shape in his mouth he edged it further. With a slight gag he finally fit the entire length into his throat.
Colin was swept away with the moment. Instead of awkwardly accepting the act of pleasure he received he embraced it. With his entire length submerged he gripped the back of Riesling's head and hammered himself in and out of the moist warm muzzle. As Riesling nabbed an occasional breath his saliva drooled out of the sides of his mouth onto Colin's legs.
Colin suddenly stopped Riesling and dropped down on the floor beside him. Calmly he lay himself next to the skunk in what appeared to be a slanted version of the classic sixty-nine position. "It's not fair to let you do all the work" Colin spoke in a very sensual voice.
Riesling's assumption was correct and he fell back into the opposite direction, "How kind of you..."
Colin slipped Riesling's underwear off and admired the modest length nestled in between his soft white legs, "Much better!"
Riesling returned to action on his end. Colin lay his paws on the skunk's back, feeling it twist rhythmically to the movement of his head. He gripped his firm tailcheeks and pulled his front towards his mouth.
Together the two pleasured each other in their circular tango until Riesling readjust for a better reach. As he pulled himself forward his cock slipped out of Colin's mouth and trailed down his chest. Riesling's backside was now over top of Colin's face. He watched it shake inches away from his face, focusing on the soft pink hole in between the bright white cheeks. Instead of repositioning Colin decided to try something a little different.
He shifted his paws under the skunk's legs and pulled his rump forward. Without hesitation he pushed his muzzle inside and rubbed his tongue against Riesling's tailhole. The long skunk tail whipped wildly in the air in surprise batting the top of Colin's head. His tongue danced in smooth laps across the soft hole.
Riesling gripped Colin's legs whimpering and gasping with each slide of his tongue. He rubbed his head against Colin's cock leaving his heavy breaths against its moist shaft. Colin paused for a moment enjoying the skunk's responses, "I'm guessing you liked that?"
Riesling twirled his tongue around the tip of Colin's member and dove down, "Ya..." he rushed in between gulps, "Wha-d-ya...stop?" His words sputtered as he pushed his rear back into Colin's face. Colin's lips rubbed against the pink hole, almost like a forced kiss.
He played along at first tapping his tongue around the smooth rump. He waited until Riesling's mouth was safely off of him for a moment so he could nip his left tailcheek. The skunk's back arched up in a leap, "What was that for?!"
Colin laughed, "Shoving your ass in my face without so much as a thank you!"
"Hey from what I've heard all you popstars need to be ass kissers to have record deals," Riesling mocked jokingly, "I just thought you'd be used to this kind of thing."
Colin gave Riesling a harsh smack on the ass, "Shut up! It's not like a groupie is any better!"
Riesling laughed, rubbing his ass as it stung lightly from the smack. He slowly slipped his paw down Colin's rear and turned to give him a wink, "I wasn't saying being an ass kisser was such a bad thing!" Colin looked over at the skunk curiously as he slinked under him. Riesling coaxed him back into the sixty-nine position, this time with Colin overtop of him instead of beside him. He had adjusted the height to verify a different target.
As he lifted Colin's tail he stuck the tip of his tongue outwards and delicately sampled a quick taste of his rear. To his surprise the musky taste was very mild and there was no odour as he worried there might be. He surveyed the remaining area with his tongue. It slipped up the soft skin and coursed through the fur on the underside of Colin's tail.
He unexpectedly nipped the bottom side of the tail and Colin seized up. He gripped Riesling's ass firmly and let out a deep hiss that sounded like it was a mix of both pain and pleasure. In response to Colin's reaction, Riesling softly licked the area he just bit. Colin murred, affectionately rubbing his face against the skunk's groin.
Riesling's tongue soon trailed back down the slender tail and back up the hole it narrowly hid. He gave the motion some pressure now and dove deeper and deeper with each lap. The only break he took was the light surprise when he felt Colin's tongue reach over back on his end.
The two coiled into a bizarre pretzel shape, aligning both tongues to both holes. Both tongues performed gentle laps and both muzzles were buried into their partner. Their lips grazed against furry cheeks and their jaws occasionally nipped at each others' tails. Nothing broke the two's embrace until the worst possible sound came from outside the thick curtains.
"Colin?" It was Pete's voice that rang out as he opened the stairwell doors, "Are you up here mate?"
Colin fumbled over Riesling, scrambling for his clothes, "Uh-err-yeah!"
Pete squinted at the rushing shadow behind the curtains, "Is everything alright in there?"
"Yes, yes...everything is fine!"
Pete offered no reply as he wore a forwarded a puzzled stare towards the curtain. Colin pulled violently at his pants trying to force the damp mess back on. "You haven't seen a white skunk up here at all have you?" Pete chimed back in.
Colin paused for a moment trying to find the right words. Before he could utter an excuse however, Riesling blurted out his own alibi. "I-I'm in here with Colin." Now everybody was silent and still. Pete cleared his throat and said in a very dry tone, "Want some privacy Colin?"
"Umm...Please."
"Alright..." Pete turned and left down the stairs. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, but each time Pete caught Colin with a groupie, it was just was embarrassing as the last.
"Well that worked out nicely." Riesling said playfully. He was met with a light smack from Colin's pants. "Eww, don't throw your nasty pants at me!"
"Why not, you seemed to like it earlier."
Riesling laughed, "Well I guess you got me there..."
Colin smiled over at Riesling shyly again as he worked up the courage to ask him another odd question. "Hey Ries...do you have any other, I don't know...weird fetishes?"
Riesling was blushing now, "Well there is one, but I don't think you'll like it."
Colin gave him a devious smile, "Try me!"
"Oh, ok...well, have you ever been...'Skunked'?"
Colin waved his paw over his head, "Sorry, memory banks empty."
"Ok, well...do you know how skunks defended themselves before modern weapons?"
Colin's face soured, "Are you freakin' serious?!"
"I told you that you wouldn't like it!" Riesling defended.
Colin looked away. His hand trembled on his leg as he tapped the floor rhythmically in though. "You think I'm scared that I can't handle it?"
"I never said that."
"'Cause I'm not."
"I never said you were!"
Silence again...then more tapping. "What the hell! You only live once, get your ass ready!"
...
Down on the first floor Pete returned to the small group below. They all looked at him curiously, awaiting the verdict. Pete sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Yup, they're up there alright."
Tom scurried forward to Pete with concern, "What are they doing up there?"
Pete rubbed his eyes and plopped down on the couch. He cracked open a beer and took a quick heavy chug. With a cynical exhale he replied, "Trust me, you probably don't want to know."
...
Colin soon began to question his decision as he lay on the floor under a perched Riesling. The skunk was breathing deeply in concentration, his eyes narrowed to a squint.
"Uhh, Riesling...are you sure this is safe?"
"Of course it is, I've done it about a hundred times on myself." Riesling replied.
"On yourself?"
"Well yeah, its not often you come across someone willing to let you do it on them."
Colin choked down a nervous swallow, "I'm not sure why I'm doing it myself actually."
Riesling softened his breath and peered down at Colin, "Are you sure you still want to do this?"
Colin thought it over for a moment, "Just why do you do it?"
"Well," Riesling answered, "This'll sound weird, but it actually has a lot of aphrodisiac qualities."
"So you get blinded with skunk stink and get drunkenly horny?"
Riesling laughed, "Pretty much!"
Colin shook his head discouragingly, "You Americans! What the hell, let's do this thing!"
With the re-encouragement Riesling tensed up and clenched his tailhole, "Get ready, I can tell you one thing, you won't see it coming!" A moment later he let out a soft strange groan followed by a loud squirt.
Colin only caught a brief glimpse at the two jets of amber as they shot out onto his stomach. At the moment he felt the wet smack, his eyes started to experience a strange swelling tingle. His vision was suddenly blurred and all of his senses of smell and taste were overtaken by the powerful musk. It was like chewing on a lifetime supply of skunk cabbage all at once.
Riesling was slouched on the couch, having relieved himself of the concoction he had worked up, before being alerted by the forced words of his friend. "R-Rie-l..." Colin sputtered as he let out a large current of coughs. "Y-you c-call tha...fun?!" The poor weasel's eyes were laced with tears as he forced out his breath.
"Oh god, sorry Colin, I must have overdone it a bit!"
"Y-thi...nk...!" the weasel chocked out.
Riesling was worried about this being the outcome of introducing his strange fetish. He anxiously tried to find a way to make things right, coming to an even stranger conclusion, "Y-know Colin...you could always serve me up some revenge."
Colin gave Riesling rolled his eyes, "Oh lord, what are you suggesting now stinky?"
"Hey!" Riesling defended, "Don't call me that...skunk's hate that!"
"Well then maybe you shouldn't have made a 'Big Stink'!"
"Enough Puns Colin, you're starting to sound like a John Lennon Interview!"
Colin laughed much to Riesling's reassurance. It seemed he wasn't quite as mad as he looked at first. "Alright then, fine! What's your latest great idea?"
Riesling calmly pointed at Colin's rear and hooked his mouth into a grin, "You're an Ermine right?"
Colin's expression showed sudden concern, "Oh come on mate, tell me you don't mean that!"
"Why not?" Riesling retorted, "It'd definitely be payback!"
"God you Americans have weird kinks!" Colin exaggerated in his prim and proper English accent.
"Yeah like you guys don't have any weird jollies on the other side of the water."
Colin laughed and shook his head, "What is it with you Riesling, what makes me so willing to try all these silly things with you?"
Riesling turned and brushed his tail against him flirtingly, "Is it because I'm so adorable."
Colin waved his paw downward and gave a sour face, "Heavens no, couldn't possibly be that!"
The skunk gave him a fake hurt look, "Well fine then maybe I'll leave."
Colin laughed and gave him a devious grin, "But then how would I get revenge?!"
...
Colin arched forward on the nearby chair, his paws lightly scritched into the soft black leather. Colin had no idea what excuse he would have to give to the club owners after this affair. Riesling knelled just behind him staring at his tailhole. "I've never really done this on purpose before Ries...my species doesn't have the same, err, elegant delivery system that yours does."
Riesling giggled, "It's ok, just focus a push on your stomach, not your rear, or you won't get the...well, desired function!"
Colin's face turned sour, "Charming..." He tried to focus on his rearely used function despite the dizziness that was still growing from his encounter with Riesling's musk. He soon began to feel the strange old burning sensation in the pit of his stomach. Being a weasel, he never really needed this defensive tool and only could remember ever doing it as an accident during cubhood.
As the burning peaked, he slumped down and raised his tail. His stomach eased soon after and as he let out a soft sigh, Riesling got a very brief spray in the face. The skunk dropped back onto the floor and giggled through a brief and violent cough. He was fully erect again and stroked himself as he rubbed the mess off his face.
Colin plopped down next to him and laughed himself, "You sure are a strange one!" He suddenly started to feel very odd, "Ugh my head...why do I feel so flighty?"
Riesling pulled Colin forward and slipped his paws between his legs, "That would be the whole 'aphrodisiac' thing kicking in!"
"...oh" Colin said in a very spacey tone as he leaned into Riesling, appreciating his attention. "That's weird, I'm getting even more horny all of a sudden!"
"Mmm-e too!" Riesling replied, nipping at Colin's neck.
Colin slinked over and leaned against the couch. Although turned on he was still a bit dizzy. As he moved away Riesling affectionately crept forward and brushed his tail across Colin's face, "Why don't you do something about this" he said softly as he tickled Colin's thick endowment with his toes.
Colin giggled at the feeling of the little pink pads. The musk had left him in an odd stupor, almost as if a really hard hitting shot of alcohol would. "You have anything slippery in here?" Riesling asked, breaking Colin's 'lack of concentration'.
"Oh, umm...hand lotion...?"
"Is it just plain generic non-scented stuff?"
"That's the one."
"Yeah, that'll work!"
Colin got to his feet slowly and stumbled over to the other room. A moment later he stumbled back in with a bottle of SlicQuic and dropped back behind Riesling. He pushed onto the nozzle and rubbed a large glob of its contents onto two of his fingers. "Umm...err, I don't do this a whole lot, so...tell me if I do anything wrong."
Riesling smiled caringly back at him, "No pressure, I'm sure you'll do fine!"
As Colin's fingers reached down a quick shiver of Riesling's fur shot up from the cold touch of lotion suddenly against his rear. He brushed his index finger around in a circle occasionally dipping inside just a tad. Riesling murred contently as his tail twitched about at the sensation. His body had accepted the intrusion of Colin's fingers and it wasn't long before he could graciously take the full length of them.
"I think its time your upgraded" Riesling coaxed with a gentle stroke against Colin's waist. Colin carefully slipped his fingers out of the skunk's now slippery rump and grabbed the lotion bottle with his clean paw. As he pushed down on the nozzle another large glob of lotion trickled over the head of his cock.
Riesling's hunger for passion burned inside him relentlessly now sparking each grip and slide Colin motioned with his paw. To Colin's surprise as soon as he was properly prepped he dug his own fingers in and held himself open for Colin. He gave his friend a wink and spoke in a husky voice, "Be as rough as you want!"
Colin met these words with a devilish grin. He gripped the base of his cock and patted its tip lightly against the skunk's rump, teasing him as long as he could. He took pleasure in every squirm and squeal Riesling made in anticipation. As he let go of his cock it slapped down against the lotioned hole. He arched back and firmly pushed forward as his member centered in.
Riesling tensed up at the sudden mild pain from the invading thrust. Colin held himself in place patiently until Riesling motioned for him to continue. Slowly and carefully another inch of his shaft pushed into the warm hole that fiercely gripped around it. Then another inch...and another, until Riesling's soft white rear rested upon Colin's waist.
Riesling panted at the overwhelming sensation. It had been quite a while since his last romp with someone this well endowed. He grabbed his tailcheeks and stretched them apart as a personal invite for Colin. Almost on command the weasel slipped his cock slowly out of its warm surroundings only to plunge back in with a heavy smack.
A dab of pre-cum softly glistened off the tip of Riesling's cock. With each thrust Colin leaned into him, it dripped more onto the skunk's legs. His claws gripped the carpeted floors, scratching out small loops of thread. Colin gripped the large skunk tail as his speed increased.
After another round of quick pounding Colin turned Riesling around onto his back to change their positions. He hoisted the skunk's legs over his head, resting them against his neck. As Colin continued to slam into Riesling's prostate, he felt a second more stinging sensation as the thick shaft rubbed against his musk glands. After their earlier work they were still semi-swollen and were impossible for Colin to miss.
Colin could feel the strange obstruction as well as it rubbed against him. His feeling however was more pleasurable and he eagerly continued. He grabbed his partner by the back and held him up against his chest. Riesling curled into him and locked his muzzle against his. There tongues danced wildly against each other and their breaths pulsed.
Colin reached down and gripped Riesling's hard shaft. He leaned him back down and smacked into furiously, pumping his cock up and down with the same rhythm. Together the two moaned and panted moving faster and faster until Riesling let out a loud groan. Colin paused and watched as the head of his friend's cock expelled a heavy load of cum over his chest.
He reached his head down and lapped the mess off of his partner. He swallowed it slowly and took a deep breath, "Alright Ries, it's my turn now!" Riesling nodded and curled into Colin as he thrust back in gripping his back tightly with his claws. With another round of heavy pounds he tensed up and let out a strong heavy moan. As he filled Riesling's tailhole with his seed, the skunk pulled him forward into one final long kiss.
The two fell back onto the floor panting, the heat of their activities was now overcoming them. "We should probably shower..." Riesling spoke, scritching his head.
"Yeah..." Colin replied slowly getting to his feet.
...
Riesling stepped in the shower soon after Colin. As he opened a nearby package of soap Colin turned and gave him a crooked smile, "So did you mean a normal shower, or one of your more personal showers?"
Riesling laughed as he walked over to the tap, "That's funny!"
Colin grabbed his cock and held it up letting out a fast jet of urine, "What's funny?" Colin wasn't joking!
Riesling's look of surprise was priceless as the urine splashed onto his fur, trailing down his matted chest and legs. His shock faded into a smile and he rubbed his paws around his chest.
Colin looked on as the now less and less white skunk willingly covered himself in the piss. "Make sure you get the back too!" he said after his front was thoroughly covered. He turned slowly letting the gold stream trail over his bushy tail. It trickled onto his legs before hitting the shower floor. With his last few shots Colin made sure to reach Colin's shoulders and give his back a good soaking. Riesling shook his fur dry after he was done, splashing most of the content back onto Colin.
"Hey!" Colin yelped, "Watch it skunk!"
"Hehe, sorry about that popstar!"
Colin laughed. He knelled down onto the shower floor soaking up the draining pool of liquid with his legs, "Ok, how about my turn?"
Once again Riesling had to study whether Colin was being serious or not. After a soft smile in return he shrugged and leaned his cock over top of him, pulling the foreskin back. His own stream began to trickle down Colin's chestfur, tracing lines down to his crotch. Colin let out a soft squeak as the warm liquid fell over his soft member and down his waist.
As the flowing rhythm began to falter Colin turned and raised his tail. The stream hit his tail for just a moment before Riesling aimed it down onto the hole beneath. Colin let out a slow moaning breath as the warm stream tickled his tailhole. It slower pattered to a stop and Riesling snuck down beside Colin, giving him a warm soaked hug.
The strong scent of musk was now partially masked with the markings the two on each other. They lay together for one last moment before Colin reached up for the tap and let the soft clean water pour out.
...
Later the two returned to their friends below with the best excuse they could come up with. Pete was given the bad news privately after, much to his dismay when he had to contact the cleaning lady. The rest of the late night carried on merrily as it slowly aged into the early morning hours.
"Its getting crazy late, you guys have a safe way home?" Pete asked Riesling and Tom.
"Umm...actually, Pete, I was wondering if we could stop by their houses before we leave for the next city."
"Yeah, I supposed we could give 'em a ride!"
"No Pete, I mean, if you guys are ok with it...I was wondering if I could take Riesling and his friend with us on this tour?"
The two friends' eyes widened like giant balloons. Pete looked concerned for a moment but shook his head as he gave up, "Sure, why not? I mean...what's the worst that could happen?!"