Bang to the Beat
I'm so finally glad to have this finished. I've certainly taken long enough to get it finished. And it's got otters! It's about a talented erotic dancer trying to the attention and acknowledgement he wants from his idol--who happens to be the best dancer in the club.
This is probably one of my favourite stories, too. I'm certainly pleased with how it came out, especially after having spent so much time on it. Hope you guys like it.
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I spot him in his dressing room, five minutes after his big set on stage. Kurtis, the self-proclaimed king of otters. He's easily the best dancer in our club, and everyone wants a piece of him. Including me. And understandably so, because he's fucking gorgeous. Unlike half the dancers here, he knows how to move his body, and get people worked up, half the time without even trying. He makes it look so effortless, and I can't help but envy him in almost everything he does.
People tell me I'm a good dancer, too, and I like to think I can hold my own against everyone in here, but when it comes to Kurtis, I and every other otter shrivel in comparison. Even the guys among other species tend to be in awe of him.
And again, everyone wants a piece of him; everyone wants to fuck or get fucked by him. But he doesn't just turn over for anyone, see. You have to be on his radar for him to give you the time of day. Either that, or he just makes it real difficult for you; he loves to play around, and rightfully so, because we otters are known for being playful bastards. But Kurtis takes it to a whole new level; if you want to fuck him, you're gonna have to work for it, unless he's already interested in you. Otherwise, he'll just bend you over and make you his new play-toy. And even then, he still has to be interested.
Me, I'd just be happy to have sex with him, period, but being that he's the 'King' around here, I don't know if he'd even look at a small fry like me. I mean, sure, he knows me, because we both work here, but I don't think he's really 'noticed' me. We're not all that different, physically; we're both slender and lithe, I've got brown spiky hair, he's got brown spiky hair with these wicked blond highlights. He's like an inch or two taller than me, too.
"Lannon, you're up in twenty!" a fellow dancer yells out to me. I don't even turn to see who it is, because I'm too busy peeking through Kurtis' door, admiring his splendid body. He's trying to cool himself off by pouring some water over his head and... if you've ever seen an otter when they're wet, then you know how absolutely dazzling they look. When soaked, an otter's fur looks kinda spiky and slick, and to me, it's simply sexy. Seriously. It's just all the more with Kurtis, though.
He then turns on some music and I find it a little amusing that we seem to have similar tastes, there. Trance, of course.
Admittedly, Kurtis is kind of arrogant, which some people might find as a turn off, but I think it's kinda cute. I'd like to have that kind of confidence he has; to be able to strut on stage, showing off my stuff with little effort, like I don't even care, because I know people are gonna eat it up anyway. He does his thing so well, and I love that. It's not only his attitude, it's his moves and his technique. I fucking wish I could do that. He's the dancer I idolize around here.
I instantly feel myself hardening under my shorts when he starts stripping down naked. Holy shit. My light blue eyes are almost ready to fall out of my skull, because I've never seen him naked before; his form is simply mesmerizing, especially since he's wet.
I can't take this anymore.
I hear tell of other dancers barging into Kurtis' room-and without a word-trying to pin him down and fuck him. Apparently, some fun little game we have around here. And most of them fail; the only one who's ever succeeded is Ayon Fenter, this sexy white German Shepherd dancer, who Kurtis happily rolled over for.
I've never tried that, but it seems like the perfect thing to do, now, because I seriously want to fuck him.
I finally burst into Kurtis' room with a confident smirk-to his slight surprise-then quickly close the door behind me. A grin instantly forms upon his face as he sets his water down, and shakes his head.
"You're not gonna win, here, kiddo." He snickers at me as his tail sways with excitement.
"We'll see about that." My clothes are off in an instant, leaving me just as naked as him and we both fall onto his bed when I tackle him. We're rolling around, playfully wrestling, but when he rolls the wrong way, I quickly take advantage and pin him easily.
That was too easy.
"I guess I'm all yours." He smiles at me while I've got his arms pinned against his pillow. Way too easy.
"Told ya." I grin back at him before releasing him and reaching for the bottle of lube on his dresser. Meanwhile, he chuckles and turns over onto his stomach, presenting himself to me.
It only takes me a couple seconds to lubricate both my cock and his awaiting passage, and with him wiggling his rump in front of me, I'm all the more eager. I slide my full seven inches into him, and a resounding moan escapes both our muzzles as I waste no time in working myself inside his sumptuous body. It's every bit as tight and warm as I imagined. He's quickly clenching around my cock, which excites me even more whilst I happily drag my tongue along the wet fur of his neck. Truly, the otter King is mine, now.
Our hips are proudly smacking together as I pound his rear with all the built up fervor and earnest I can muster. He's bucking back against me, just as eager to have me inside him. Our muzzles meet in a hungry kiss, tongues slathering all over the place as we bang to the beat of his music.
And when my climax hits me, it's unlike any I've had before. I'm spurting long and hard into him, our muzzles gleefully locked together as I hold him against me, and he's just lying there, taking every bit of it. His own juices spill onto the bed from the intense stimulation of my cock on his prostate, and all the while we're panting together as we gently collapse on his bed.
That was too fucking easy.
If only that could've really happened.
But that's impossible; no one can get Kurtis that easily. He loves to let people think they can, though. I'm reminded of just how sly and devious he is as I watch him performing his set on stage. Or rather, on the table around a few feline patrons. His golden-brown, glistening wet fur stands proudly illuminated in the spotlight as he rocks his body this way and that. He's the center of attention, all eyes on him. And he loves it.
Half the cats at the table have their tongues lolling out in awe. The way Kurtis sways his body with such stunning grace and sensual flair keeps them all mesmerized and wanting more. His movements are so synched up with the beat of the music, you'd think he's been dancing for years. I don't even know. He sets his sights on this cheetah, who simply can't get enough of him. Kurtis insistently tugs the waistline his shorts, teasing him with splendid view of his swinging rump before draping his thick tail around the cheetah's neck, leaving him half frozen. All the while Kurtis just smirks and continues rocking his hips and gliding his paws through his spiky hair.
When the music fades and the lights return to normal, Kurtis turns and bends down, dragging his tongue over the cheetah's nose with his signature grin. He then mumbles something--I can't make out what-before hopping off the table to a not-so-surprising applause.
Of course it's not surprising--this is Kurtis we're talking about.
I actually recognize a few people in the crowd; they must come here, often. With a performance like that, it's not hard to see why. Next up is this sexy striped hyena, then me. The hyena is a pretty good dancer in his own right, but I'm only half paying attention to him, because I'm curiously eying my otter who has apparently decided to hit the bar; when a set's finished, we usually just head back to our dressing rooms, but the otter King is over there, chatting up a couple patrons. Soon, they all get their own table, conveniently situated close to the stage, which is good, for me. But then I notice Kurtis is flirting heavily with this raccoon. Like, really. They're pretty much all over each other, and I'm starting to get a little jealous.
Yeah, we're all dancers, and we shamelessly flirt with our patrons, but that's usually during our sets, not after we're finished. We've been dancing at this club together all this time, and he's never once noticed me, yet he's instantly all over this goddamn raccoon the moment he sees him? What the fuck is that?
I keep wondering, what is it about me that he doesn't notice? I'm constantly told that I'm hot and a good dancer--I mean, I know I'm not as good as Kurtis, but I'm not terrible. Again, I can hold my own against anyone in this place. So what makes this raccoon so special?! It's probably petty to feel like this, but I want him. I've always wanted him. And tonight, I'm gonna show him.
Hopefully.
I've completely forgotten about the hyena on stage, and a tiger pats me on the shoulder to remind me that I'm next.
"Give 'em a good bang, Lannon." He grins.
"Gotcha," I say calmly, taking a deep breath. Now seems like a better time than any to get Kurtis' long divided attention. I'm gonna show him what he's been missing. Or try. At the end of this, I hope I'm worth something to him.
I calm my breaths and try to relax myself. If this is gonna go well, I can't be angry and I can't be annoyed. This has to be perfect, and every move I make is going to affect my outcome. That's the thing about being a dancer--every move has to count. You've gotta be able to play the part, you need the attitude, the look, and most importantly, the moves.
Fortunately, I've never hard a problem with any of those. The only thing that occasionally slips is my confidence, but I'm not gonna let that happen, here.
Eventually, the lights dim, and my own set begins. The first thing I love is the music; this club is largely trance-oriented, and as such, almost all the dancers have adapted their styles to it. But when it comes to me, that's my style wholesale. The music is what really gets me going; the pulse, the rhythm, the beat, that's what dictates my movements as I reward my onlookers with sumptuous, swinging radiance.
All eyes are on me, now, and I'm the center of attention. I can't play it off like I don't care--not like Kurtis can, and not with the smile on my face, because it's clear that I enjoy this too damn much. The music, the attention, the fact that I get to flaunt my body anyway I want with who I want--it's my heaven. My shirt practically comes off on its own while my tail swivels around the pole behind me as I sensually grind myself against it with all the grace of a dancer far more experience than myself.
One of the distinct advantages of being an otter is that we're flexible. I could work this thing for hours in all kinds of ways if I wanted to, and I've seen enough tricks to imitate several other dancers. But I'm on a mission. I've got a goal and a target in mind. And now that I'm fully calm and completely in my element, my objective is clear. Through my half-lidded eyes, I see Kurtis is actually watching me. I'm not sure if he's curious, impressed, or... what, really. But I'm gonna floor him and every other person in this audience.
When the music transcends into something a faster and harder, my body knowingly shifts with it and I jump off the stage, taking my performance right to the audience. The spotlight suddenly shifts from white to green and purple and I've quickly plotted a short route to my destination. My tail teasingly brushes against the legs of a couple foxes as I close the distance between me and my target.
I can practically feel his eyes on me as I run my fingers through his slick hair, watching his expression the entire time. My body weaves gracefully from side to side while my paws travel down his chest, and he's just sitting there with a goofy smile on his face, enthralled with his little serenade. Finally, I'm part of his world, now; his attention is entirely on me. But, really, I'm enjoying this every bit as much as he is--probably more so.
Eventually, I step up my performance and take my serenade to the table in much the same way Kurtis did, earlier. My attention never leaves him for a second, and I'm right back to enticing him. I take a couple pages out of his own book, letting my tail glide over his chest and muzzle while sensuously swaying my hips in front of him, letting the music guide my every movement. Soon, my eyes are closed, and I just revel in the moment-my moment of clarity, of achievement, of victory.
Until I feel a pair of webbed paws taking hold of my hips. Everything changes in that single moment. I want to open my eyes, but I quickly dispel that and keep them closed, letting myself bask in the warmth of that amazing body nestled so firmly, yet generously against mine.
His paws keep a firm grip on my hips, holding me closely as he cordially grinds himself against my rump with a gracefulness he doesn't often display on stage. It's mind-numbingly electric and if I wasn't so lost in our dance, I'd be frozen. Our movements are almost synchronized as I rock my body both with and against his while those paws traverse intimately along my sides. My tail wraps snugly around his waist, keeping him close to me as we dance. I've barely noticed that the song has changed to appropriately match our rhythm, and his own tail soon joins the fray, curling around with mine.
If we weren't constrained by the fabric of our shorts, we'd almost certainly be fucking right here and now; I can feel every movement, every breath, every little nuance he throws at me, and I'm just as quick to throw them right back. This is why erotic dancing (with two people) is pretty much considered 'having sex with your clothes on', because it's so intimate, so passionate, and so... erotic.
And I love it. Nothing makes my body pulse and thrum more than moments like this. And with Kurtis, it's far, far more ravishing. His body, this music, this crowd--everything. This is our special moment, our personal tryst. You don't often see two people dancing together during a set, and that just makes this all the more significant. But the best thing about it?
The crowd is eating it up!
I can feel Kurtis' paws tugging incessantly on my shorts, and it's making me more and more appetent--not just in our dance, but also in my aim to fuck him. After this, who knows what's gonna happen.
Suddenly, he spins me around, and we're face to face. I'm gazing into those beautiful, lavender pools of his, and I'm sure he can see the passion and desire in my own. Our tails mutually coil around our waists once more, keeping us bound with one another. Now, our groins are grinding together and heavy breaths are seeping out of my muzzle, and he's just barely able to maintain his own as he keeps a paw around my waist. His muzzle keeps drawing toward mine like he's going to kiss me, but it's just a ploy--a damn good play of his in a classic dancer's arsenal. Like I said, he likes to tease. And like an idiot, I fall for it every time.
Finally, the music fades and the spotlight dissipates, and we stand amidst a cheering crowd--even louder than when Kurtis performed his own set. We're both panting as we uncoil our tails and just look at each other.
And I can't remember ever having a bigger smile on my face. He's got one on his own face, too, but it pales in comparison to mine.
We finally jump down from the table, and I make my way back to the stage and behind the curtain, on my way to my dressing room, feeling way too good about myself. I've never gotten an applause like that--hell, I've hardly ever danced like that before. It was so raw.
Once I'm back in my dressing room, I'm just relaxing and thinking about what I'm going to do next. That had to have made an impression on Kurtis. I mean, he wouldn't have just gotten up and danced with anyone like that. He rarely dances with people he doesn't consider his equal in one way or another, unless he's interested in them or something.
I'd love either to be the case.
Seems like I struck a cord with a lot of other dancers, too, because they were quick to compliment me when I came back. I'm happy about that, at least.
I turn some music on, so I can keep myself in the 'moment', as it were. Like I said, the music drives me, and it helps relax me when I'm back on my bed.
Suddenly, the door opens and in comes... Kurtis.
Should I be surprised? Not surprised? He actually... came to me.
"Hey," he says with a slightest touch of a grin on his face. I'm just frozen in my gaze towards him. "That was some pretty slick stuff out there. No one's ever tried that." He closes the door and takes a couple steps closer. "Not with me, anyway."
He's right. It takes someone pretty bold to try and match wits with this otter on the dance floor. And the fact that I did... I don't know if that makes me arrogant, confident or stupid. For whatever reason, I'm finding it hard to look Kurtis in the eye, now, despite just having done so a few minutes ago.
"Yeah," I blurt out like an idiot, as if that's the best thing to say, because I can't think of anything else.
"Yeah." He nods coyly. "I figure you planned that out pretty well. And if you did... then there's gotta be something you want. So... why don't we find out what that is."
He's got that real grin on his face, now-that signature grin that characterizes everything about him. Is he... actually offering himself to me? Propositioning me, right here and now? I have to be dreaming, again.
But I'm not.
His eyes are glistening with desire and he clearly wants me. It... it worked--it actually worked. I can't believe it. And still, I'm frozen like a fucking fool on my bed, and I've broken my gaze--which, this time was more like a stare--because...I don't know what to do. My plan succeeded with flying colours and I'm too fucking shy to collect my reward, because I wasn't sure this would actually work. I didn't imagine it would be this awkward. I thought this would be easy... but I've never done this before.
What the hell is wrong with me?! Why can't I just get up and take him? I feel so pathetic.
"Lannon?"
Hearing my name amongst his smooth voice makes my body tremble, and yet, I'm still too shy to get up and... do what I've been aching to do.
He crosses his arms against his chest, letting out a small breath.
"You know... the kinda guys I'm into are the ones who know what they want and will jump at them the first chance they get." He pauses for a moment. "I'm not sure I'm seeing that, here..."
God, as if I couldn't feel more terrible. In front of the person I idolize the most.
He utters a small sigh. "And it's kinda starting to feel like I'm just wasting my time, here. So..." He sounds disappointed. And it couldn't be more clear as he turns toward the door. "I guess I'll see you later." He's... he's leaving!
I'm such an idiot. All that effort, all that planning, all those fantasizes, they've boiled down to this one moment that I've been waiting--no, aching for, and when I finally get it, I'm too scared to fucking take it. And now...he's leaving. All that effort wasted and lost.
No.
No, I can't--I won't let him do this to me. Not after all the energy I've put into this. I had a clear goal in mind when I went out there, tonight, I knew I was gonna floor him, I knew something was gonna happen. I wasn't sure what, but... something! I can't let this all be for nothing. I can't let him turn his back on me like this. I can't let him see me like this! Fuck that.
"Hey," I hault him with a firm voice. Before he can even turn around, I pull him by the tail and throw him onto my bed. I then quickly jump on him and straddle his hips, amused by the dumbfounded look on his face. My paws settle on either side of his head as I peer into those startled, yet still stunning eyes.
"You're not going anywhere," I say with that same firm, yet sexy voice. "I'll tell you what's gonna happen--you're gonna stay here and we're gonna have ourselves...another kind of dance." This time, I'm the one grinning--stealing his trademark grin, in fact.
He studies my eyes for a moment before throwing that same grin right back at me. "That's more like it." He then clutches the back of my head, pulling me into a deep kiss. It's the kiss I've been waiting for, been dreaming of, and it's far hotter than any that I've had before.
Our muzzles mesh beautifully together and our kiss could set records with the way our tongues duel with each other. He's trying to dominate me, but I'm just as aggressive, battling him with every breath and every suckle. My eyes fall shut once he tilts his head and now we're really going at it, thanks to the added depth.
We're grinding against each other once again, in much the same way we did on the floor, except with a far different goal in mind. Our movements are slow, but heavy, enticing the both of us under our garments, and I can feel his throbbing bulge against mine. God, it's so hot.
We start fumbling around, trying to get our shorts off while our tongues continually dart it out between our muzzles, and once we're finally naked, he touches me for the first time. One paw on my head, the other stroking my length, and his tongue in my mouth; it's hard not to hard orgasm right here and now. I moan deeply into his muzzle, making sure he knows just how much I've been wanting this. He gives me an equally hot moan, telling me he's enjoying it just as much as I am, especially with the way he generously squeezes my cock.
I can't take this anymore. I finally break our kiss, hastily reaching over in my drawer to grab some lube, and I quickly slicken my rear up for him. All the while, he's just snickering at me, because he knows I'm gonna work him like a dog. Or the other way around--whatever.
He gets himself lubed up right away, and the bottle disappears from our sight in an instant. I slide my hips forward, bringing my rump level with his gorgeous member before working myself down its thick length. My muzzle is erupting with delight as I slide down on him until he sits firmly hilted inside me, my rear wriggling along his hips. All the while, he's grinding heavily, milking my rump for all the warmth and tightness I can offer his needing cock.
His paws settle along my hips, claws gently raking through my slick fur as we ride together, drowning out the music with our intense vocalizations. His length feels so amazing; I can feel every inch, every vain as it throbs needfully inside me. And he's quick to bury it as deep and as hard as he can with each thrust while I'm just as happy to slam myself down to give it the warm haven it deserves.
I bring my lips to his, and we kiss again, muffling our moans within each other's maws. My hips are dancing along his length in much the same way they would have on the floor had our clothes been off.
Suddenly, he eggs me off him, to my surprise.
"I need to really get inside you," he says breathlessly. I manage a small giggle amidst my pants as I slide off him and we quickly change our positions so that I'm lying on my stomach with him situated behind me. He eagerly shoves himself right back into my rump like he belongs there--and he knows he does--and a loud moan spills from my muzzle as I take the full brunt of his length, and it feels even more amazing than before.
I happily clench my muscles to egg him along, and he's quick to claim my body with every thrust as our hips smack together. My tail wraps around his waist once again, keeping him close to me, because we both seem to love that.
I start bucking back against him to get him deeper inside me, eager to feel every bit of that splendid cock and he obligingly pounds my rear with increasing fervor. He reaches over to meet my muzzle in another hungry kiss as we bang to the beat of the music, and it feels so raw. The beat guides our bodies, accentuating the passion between us with every titillating second as we lavish each other with all pleasure we can give. Suddenly, I realize this is an almost an exact reversal of the fantasy I had earlier, and I'm totally happy with that. It's probably better this way, because I could never fuck him this good.
His tongue firmly pins mine as his body throbs against me, and I gladly swallow each one of his moans--along with his saliva--as he fills my rump with his thick seed. All the while, I'm trembling with pleasure, almost overwhelmed by him as he buries himself as firmly as he can inside me, resulting in a ear-piercing moan from me when he connects with my prostate. My tail tightens along his waist as my own juices pool onto the sheets in a messy puddle.
We're both panting, overtaken by our lust and the sex we just had, and we're still grinding against each other. His tongue finally releases mine, but our kiss continues on, because he obviously can't get enough of my muzzle, nor me his.
Eventually, our kiss becomes a little less fervid and more intimate, which surprises me a bit, because I didn't take Kurtis for the sentimental type, but I'm certainly not complaining. And when our kiss finally ends, his body just rests against mine, the both of us still basking in our union as we just relish in our afterglow. Again, it's so amazing. The sense of victory and achievement I felt earlier on the floor is entirely trumped by our tryst, here. I've never felt happier in my life-not just because I got to fuck him, but because he finally acknowledges me. As an equal, I don't know, but acknowledgment, nonetheless.
Suddenly, he slides himself out of me and gets off my body, sighing contently. "This was fun, Lannon. Thanks," he says with a smile as gets up and grabs his shorts.
"What, don't you wanna... stay and... snuggle for a while?"
"And why would I do that?" he asks with a surprising coldness in his voice, like he suddenly doesn't even know who I am. Or like I'm just some throw away fuck. I wouldn't be surprised if he did that to others, but... I didn't think he'd do that to me. I hoped he wouldn't.
"I..." I don't even know what to say.
"Like I said, I only go for guys who know what they want and jump at the chance to get it," he says, about to put on his shorts again.
I don't fucking believe it. After all we just did... after I already proved what I want and took it. After all that, he's still gonna just... leave, just like that?
No fucking way.
I quickly get up from the bed, snatch his shorts out of his paws and toss them in no particular direction before grabbing him by the waist. "You're not fucking going anywhere..." I say with a shaky firmness in my voice, less firm than before, because I'm actually a little upset, and I want him to stay. I squeeze his rump as I force my lips upon his in a deep kiss, similar to that of the first kiss he gave me earlier. My tongue sweeps his muzzle with a roughness I don't usually display and with it, I show how angry I am as my other paw clutches the back of his head. Instead of the usual moaning, my nostrils are flaring, and he's sure to feel every bit of it.
When our muzzles finally part, I'm panting again. I gave him my all, showed him exactly what I want, and I probably look pathetic to him. He's just standing there, in my arms, with an almost stoic look on his face, and he's not really phased. He's not impressed this time.
Suddenly, he places his paws on my shoulders, giving them a tender squeeze as he gives me kiss this time, a smaller one, a brief one. He then smiles. "Good job."
"What?" I say, looking like an idiot.
"I was only testing you." He nods, maintaining that same smile.
"Testing me?"
He nods again. "I'm all yours." He kisses me once more.
I let out a quick sigh, almost like I'm ready to cry. I should have known-Kurtis Remfield, ever the playful fucking otter. Goddamn it.
I give his delectable rump another squeeze as I kiss him again. He then grins at me. "Back on the bed, Lannon," he says tersely, with that smooth voice that I love so much. I happily oblige.
I'm back on my stomach and we go at it once again, and this time he actually stays inside me when we're finished.
Truly, the otter King is mine, now.
For real, this time.