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"Hey Jeff, you gonna help us or just sit on your ass all day?"

"I'm getting ready for tonight", the bull replied, "I'm going to be sitting on my ass all night I might as well start now".

"That's right you got all fucking night to sit so get off your lazy ass and help me move this subwoofer," _Fucking drummers man, lazy selfish sacks of shit, every one. _ The bull gave a snort of indignation but finally hopped off the tailgate of the Ford Ranger he was lounging on to pick up the other end of the subwoofer.

It wasn't the heaviest piece of equipment that the band had brought, and Matt probably could have carried it himself, but working while someone else lounged around just bugged him. Besides, Terry and Mike were already setting up inside, and as the newest member of the band, you'd think Jeff would want to make a good impression.

"Why are we playing here anyway?" the bull asked while grabbing another speaker off the truck. "The 5 Star Saloon? Isn't this a gay bar?"

"Couple reasons", Matt replied, taking the speaker from Jeff and loading it onto the cart that the bar had provided. "First, some of us are into that". Matt looked the bull dead on as he said it, daring him to make a joke. Being a six foot grey wolf Matt didn't have a lot of trouble with people making fun of him, and he wasn't the sort of guy to shrug it off when they did.

Jeff had joined the band a week ago, after the old drummer had gotten into a fight with Matt and left the band in a huff. Rumor had it that they had been more than friends, and Matt had taken it pretty hard. Jeff was a good drummer, and he knew it, he'd joined the band after a short audition and quickly fallen into his comfort zone. He hadn't known that Matt was gay though... He didn't hate gays; they just made him... uncomfortable, and he wasn't too keen to be surrounded by them all night long. Besides, this meant there wouldn't be any pussy at the after party. "Ok... and the second reason?"

"Secondly, and most importantly I might add, they're the only place that would book us." Matt's band mates were all solid musicians and this was by no means their first gig, but they had a long way to go as far as becoming a real band. They had no songs of their own, hell, they couldn't even agree on a name. They'd narrowed it down to "Hunter's Moon" or "Acid Dre4ms" but couldn't reach a consensus.

"Any other reasons?" the bull asked dryly. "For a lousy hundred bucks I'd as soon stay home".

"Ya, it makes you uncomfortable, and that's all the payment I need haha." Matt laughed at the perplexed look on the bull's face and then turned to take the speakers inside. It was an hour till show time and he still had to get changed and do a mic check. Hopefully Mike and Terry were almost done inside; they were going to cut it close tonight.

******

Two hours later and they were well into their set. They had started the night playing a cover of Offspring, then some Zeebrahead and had just started playing "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me" by Fall out Boy.

I confess, I messed up

Drop it I'm sorry like your still around...

The bar was small but more crowded than he had expected. The bar counter was covered end to end and the dance floor was half full. "Not bad for a band without a name" Matt thought_._

And I know,

Your dressed up hey kid you'll never live this doooownnn...

He scanned the bar as he sang, his fingers playing across his guitar with practiced ease.

But you're just the girl all the boys wanna dance with,

And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances,

Sleepin on your folk's front porch again dreamin,

She said She said She said

WHY DON'T YOU JUST DROP DEAD!!!

The chorus picked up and Matt turned his attention to the bar, checking to see who was checking him out. The bartender was an old goat in a Bikers jacket with a beard that touched his chest. He was too old for Matt's taste by about 20 years, but the bunny he was mixing a cocktail for was kind of cute in a jail bait kind of way. Either the bartender wasn't carding or he had a really good fake, because there was no way that bunny in his cutoff jean shorts and mini tank top were 18 much less 21. Farther down the bar was a young buck chatting up a white leopard who kept throwing glances his way.

Matt knew he looked good, he had an athletic body and his grey wolf fur shone silver in the spotlight, besides that he was the lead singer in his own band, which adds at least 5 points to anyone's hotness scale. On stage he did everything he could to show off his body. He played in nothing but a ragged pair of torn up and faded blue jeans, showing off his muscular chest and giving him a primal badass look. He had a silver ring pierced through his left nipple that tended to attract the kinkier kind of lovers that always spiced up an after party. He threw a wink at the leopard, and after a word from the leopard he couldn't hear the buck turned around to check him out as well. Is that Jordan? _I can't see his face. _ The two exchanged another comment that was drowned out by the speakers before turning back to their drinks.

Matt smiled to himself and turned back towards the dance floor as the music came around again.

Write me off! Give up on me

cus DARLIN what do YOU expeeeeect,

I'm just off a lost cause

A long shot, don't even take this BEEEEEET!

You can make all the mOOves, You can aim all the Spotlights,

Gett all the sighs and the mOHOOns just right

Im sleeping on your folk's Front porch again, Dreamin

She said She said She said

Why don't you just DROP DEAD!!

Matt fucking loved this song! It was always a crowd pleaser and by the second verse he could get the whole bar shouting "DROP DEAD" even if they didn't know the words. It had been Kyle's favorite song, before he quit the band that is. The old drummer had loved this song so much that he would often break his sticks trying to rock out too hard, another crowd pleaser because he'd always throw the broken sticks into the crowd.

Tonight's crowd was mostly young furs, 21-27, with the occasional old goat and under aged bunny. The dance floor was hopping and so was the band. Matt turned his back to the crowd to smile at his band mates, and also show off his toned ass through his tight fitted jeans.

Terry was on bass Guitar taking up stage left. The black ram was shaking his shoulder length hair as he banged his head up and down. Mike was on stage right, a golden cheetah and the bands lead guitarist. He was jumping with the crowd and never missing a beat, by shows end Matt knew he would make his way on top of one of the speakers so he could jump off for his big finish.

Jeff was rocking out on his drums but every time he caught Matt's eye Matt could tell he wasn't happy to be there. How he could be unhappy in the middle of a show when the crowd was this into it was beyond Matt. But there was nothing he could do about it so he just smiled and shook his head.

Matt spun back towards the crowd as the song hit its final verse, giving his guitar one final riff before swinging it behind his back and grabbing the mic off its stand.

YOU SAID YOU'D KEEP ME HONEST!!!!!

(always on, always on)

BUT I WON'T CALL YOU ON IT!!!

(always on, always on)

He held the mic out to the crowd and waved his arms to egg them on, filling the bar with the voices of over fifty drunken screaming furs! This is why he did it. This is why he wanted to be a rock star. Looking out over the shitty little bar Matt saw visions of stardom; Warp Tour, The Great Western Forum, VEGAS. All the sold out shows that he would someday play.

I don't blame you for being you

But you can't blame me for anything

So way, what are you waiting for?

Kiss Her, Kiss her

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always LAAAAAAAAAAATTTTEEE!!

I set my clocks early "cause I know I'm always LATE!

The music faded but Matt's heart was racing. The crowd was cheering with fists in the air. "Alright everybody make some noise and tell me HOW DO YA FEEL!?!" The bar erupted in noise, the confined space making fifty voices sound like a thousand. "That's what I want to hear! You all stay sexy and we're gonna keep it going for ya" Matt looked back at Mike, "Looks like were going down". Mike laughed and led the band into Fall out Boy's: "Sugar We're Going Down".

Matt sang the song in a haze, riding the energy of the crowd was the best high he'd ever tasted. He felt so ALIVE when he was on stage. He saw everything, from the coyote in the third row groping the fox in front of him to the leopard at the bar slamming down two shots of tequila and spitting the lime out at the buck next to him. That musta been a fight, weren't they flirting before? He could hear just how excited Mike was getting, the cheetah loved to play fast and was starting to play ahead of the rest of the band, barely noticeable, but it was there. He turned towards the cheetah and gave him a frown. The cheetah pouted back as if to say "what? Can't keep up?" but he checked himself back into tune and went back to bouncing to the beat.

The song was nearing its final verse when Matt noticed the Leopard walking towards him. He hadn't seen him leave the bar but he was already halfway to the stage. He stuck out from the crowd not by the way he was dressed but by the way he moved. He moved like a predator on the prowl, and his booze hazed eyes were locked on the bigger wolf. Though he was at least three inches shorter than Matt the snow leopard was looking at him like he was prey. He moved as if he was a hunter stalking through the dance floor, deaf to the music, untouched by the jumping throng around him, his eyes never leaving his prey.

Matt kept singing but his eyes never left the leopard stalking closer and closer to him.

We're going down, down, (down, down)

Down, Down (down, down)

The leopard was just three steps away from the stage when he pounced. Taking three quick steps and hopping up onto the small stage, using his momentum to carry him fluidly up to the grey wolf that he had marked as prey.

We're going down, down(down, down)

A loaded God Complex, Cock it and Pull It!

Matt did his best to keep cool. His adrenalin was already pumping and this sexy young predator was making his pants grow even tighter than they already were. All he could do was hold the leopards gaze while he raked his claws across the grey wolfs bare chest and circled around behind him.

We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)

"Would it distract you too much if I went DOWN down on you, right here, on stage" the leopard purred in a low seductive voice. He was directly behind Matt at this point, his muzzle right against his ear when he purred his intentions.

And Sugar we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)

I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)

Matt grinned, this is going to be perfect, this cocky bastard must be drunk as shit! There's no way he'll actually do it...but either way... Matt put his hand down and flashed Mike the signal to cut it.

The guitarist played a quick riff and the band stopped dead right at the final line. Matt turned to the leopard that was now sucking on his ear,

A Loaded God Complex, Cock it and SUCK IT.

Matt stared over his shoulder at the smaller leopard, daring him to make the next move, knowing that this was the part when drunken bravado gives way and the sluts back down to meet up after the show. Only he didn't.

Instead the leopard's eyes flashed from lazy lust to a spiteful clarity before settling into a mischievous grin of his own. The leopards pink tongue flicked out and across Matt's muzzle before leaning in to give him a full French kiss. Matt stood in shock while the leopard played with his tongue and slid around in front of him, slowly running his paws through Matt's grey chest fur. Matt shivered when the feline extended his claws to knead his fur, clawing up and down while purring into his mouth. The white cat's tongue vibrated with each purr in a distinctly feline fashion; that _could be put to better use I bet. _

After a moment, an uproar of cheers and whistles from the crowd broke Matt from his stupor and he leaned in to take control of the kiss, reaching his arms around to hug the smaller feline, but no sooner had he leaned in than the feline was pulling away, pulling down.

The frisky feline kissed his way down Matt's exposed chest, his claws raking their way down his chest. Matt gasped as the feline's claw caught on his nipple ring, giving it a sharp tug that bent him forward just a little and pulled a hiss of excitement from his lips. And then those feline paws were at his zipper.

Behind him, Matt heard Terry quip to Mike, "Looks like Matt's got a bad Boyfriend".

Matt threw his head back and howled with laughter as soft white feline paws pulled down his zipper to find there was nothing underneath but wolf. "Let's Do it Boys!"

And with that Mike laid into the opening guitar riff of "Bad Girlfriend" by T.O.A.D. Matt's heart was racing! This leopard was really going to do it! His paws were already working his zipper open and pulling out his junk. He was so excited he didn't know what to do with himself! All he could do was...was...SING!!

MY girlfriend's a dick magnet,

My girlfriend's gotta have it....

And with that the leopard took his cock head into his mouth, sucking on his tip to coax it from his sheath. His scratchy tongue sending shivers up Matt's spine with every lick. Matt was so excited that he was fully erect in seconds, his tapered tip reaching the back of the leopards mouth before the kitty decided to pull off.

She's hot, can't stop

Up on stage doing shots

Hit the man he'll ring the bell

Get her drunk, she'll scream like hell

The slut was bobbing on his cock, taking in almost the whole length and sucking hard when he pulled off, bringing a moan out of Matt mid verse.

She likes to shake her a...AHHHAA...ss, and so did the leopard.

She like grinds it to the beat, and so did the leopard.

The leopard was shaking his ass in the air as he sucked, his black jeans sagging down to show his crack to the crowd and a good deal more from where Matt was standing. He was obviously playing along to the song and loving every minute of it. His lips were curled up in a smile while he sucked eagerly on Matt's cock.

She like to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth,

Matt reached down and grabbed a handful of the leopard's head fur as he sang, bobbing his head deeper on his cock, hearing the leopard gag and sputter around his member but never pull away. He fucked the leopard slut's mouth harder and harder, taking pleasure in dominating the little slut. His member was throbbing from the cat's attention. He watched his blood red prick slide in and out of the leopards mouth. The leopard looked up at him, his pale blue eyes shining with mischief. He reached a hand inside Matt's open pants and grabbed his dangling orbs with one hand. Matt moaned.

MY girlfriend's a dick Magneee--.

My Girlfriend's Gotta Have IT!

The leopard smiled as he played with Matt's balls and heard the affects in his singing. Matt struggled to keep singing, but it was so hard to concentrate.

The leopard pulled back against Matt's hand, and he let him. He grabbed Matt around the base of his shaft with just two fingers. Right where Matt's knot was starting to form. He gave a firm squeeze and a wave of pleasure washed over the struggling singer. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over that sensitive area while sucking tenderly on his tip. His rough tongue making quick laps across his cock, milking him and coaxing the first spurts of pre from him. Then it was inside, that rough feline tongue was wiggling its way into Matt's opening! It didn't get far, it was too big, but it stretched open his tip and shot him full of a sensation like nothing he had ever felt. He almost blew his load right there.

Matt's Knot was growing and he was feeling a familiar pressure in his tip. He fought to hold onto his self-control. Think of something else. Keep singing....Fuck this song's not helping! The pressure in his cock was growing fast as the leopard continued to stroke his knot faster and faster. His balls pulled tight against his body, but the leopard grabbed them and pulled them back down almost painfully. Sensation shot up his sides from the rough treatment at the same time that sensation shot down his member from the kind treatment. He was going to cum. He had to cum. All it would take was a little bit more! Just one last hilt.

His hand on the leopards head tightened and tried to pull it down at the same time that his hips thrust up. But the leopard wouldn't budge. His arms moved from his shaft and sac to his hips, holding him at a distance while he sucked and licked and nibbled on his cock. Matt pulled harder, growing desperate to cum, but was unable to budge the smaller feline an inch. His hips wiggled and thrust, his face contorting with frustration, his singing forgotten in the need to cum.

He looked down at the Leopard, still suckling on his tip, pleading with his eyes. The Leopard looked back at him, his blue eyes shining with delight, and giggled around his cock.

Matt's cock was on fire. He was consumed by his lust and would do anything to slake it. He watched the Leopard smiling up at him, and he broke.

"Please...." He wined in desperation.

The leopard grinned wide and granted his request, diving onto his cock and deep throating the wolf until his shaft was in his throat. He grabbed his knot with both hand and squeezed down as he dove, hard, ripping a groan from the grey wolf that was amplified through his mic and set to the guitar solo that ended his song. The crowd roared and Matt came. He came harder than he had ever cum before. He held the leopard's head and humped furiously at his mouth while a torrent of seed rushed through him, filling the leopard's mouth and leaking down his chin. Matt's body spasmed from his release and his knees felt weak. He stood there, cock spurting out the last few drops until a tap on his leg told him that the leopard needed to come up for air. He held him there another minute, feeling him struggle around his cock and tap more frantically at his leg before finally letting go of him.

The leopard gasped for air and coughed up cum, falling onto all fours to support himself, but when he looked up he was smiling devilishly, licking the last of Matt's cum off his lips.

"You know, there's an after party at my place later, you should cum," Matt said through heavy pants.

"Fuck ya we would!" Mike chipped in from the background.

"Please no..." Jeff groaned to himself.

"Thanks for the invite," the leopard purred while licking his lips. "But I've had my fill of wolf for one night, right now I'm in the mood for Venison".

THE END

Author's Note: As you may have realized if you've read my other work this is a parallel story to "The Hell I won't..." Maybe a little redundant, but I thought it would be fun to see the same events from the rock star's perspective. Anyway hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think.

Special thanks to APDamien for proofreading.

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