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Well,this is a bit different, since this is a story that is definitely incomplete, and I'm not too happy about what I wrote so far...but Ithought, what the hell, let's make things differently for once, so I'll just put this out and see how you like this. Maybe get some constructive comments on this, heh, or something. I kinda like the premise, but I'm very unhappy with my execution so far. Can't always hit the right tune, I suppose. But we'll see! Hope at least some of you like what's there so far!

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"Yo wotcha gonna do when the ho

says no,

Yo, dude, seriously,

the ho says no,

yo dude,

wotcha gonna do,

the ho says no,

the ho says no,

dude, this fucka's gonna do...

wotcha gonna do when the ho

says no..."

"YO BIATCH!"

"YO SAY WHUUUT?" the MC clasped his microphone with fervor as the wolf lifted his head up and howled out.

_"_YOOO BIATCH!"

"YO SAY WHUUUUUUUT?" the wolf hollered.

"FUCK YOOOOOOOO BIATCH!"

"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAY WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT?" the wolf's voice almost broke as he held on the note, his tail tense.

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE BIATCH!"

"YOU SAY WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT?"

The audience erupted.

"FUCK YOU BIATCH!"

All the lights on stage flashed and concentrated on the sweaty, roughly breathing form leaning against one of the Marshall amplifiers and cluthing his mic close to his maw.

"That's what this fucka's gonna say to that bitch Jeeeeesus...." the panting voice muttered just before the drums gave a final manic clatter of a solo just as the milling crowd below exploded into a round of whistles, applause, barks, hollers, cat calls and just plain mayhem of noises, not to mention the flash of numerous camera phones, everyone wanting to capture the moment. Hell, was there someone holding an iPad up and pointing it towards the stage.

"Ohhhh maaaaaaaan...." the spiky-haired wolf standing on stage commented, looking at the dark figure hunched on his knees on stage, still appearing to try to catch his breath, "that ho sure sucked out all the jizz out of Raymond...dude..."

"RAY-MOND! RAY-MOND! RAY-MOND! RAY-MOND!" the crowd chanted, the lights flashed, the fisted paws shook the air.

"You good there man?" the wolf sidestepped past a light fixture and stood next to the panting stallion, his sweat glistening off his chocolate-toned furs, and his rich, black mane fell down, long and braided, to hide wheezing features from the still madly cheering audience.

"Hoo man, that's what you get when you mess with the wrong kind of ho's..." the wolf smirked like the proverbial big bad one, grinning over at the gyrating mass of furs, visible only as ghostly, multi-colored shadows through the shine of the stage lights. "Think he better take a break on da pussy..."

The crowd cheered.

"And here comes Raymond's da man Lamar!" the wolf announced, just as the spotlight turned to track the black, proud stallion strutting onto stage, carrying something huge and shiny on his hands, and meeting more wild whistles and calls from the maddened audience showing their respect.

"There he goes...put that on da king, Lamar...let's all bow to da king..."

The wolf's narration seemed to go almost unheard while everyone watched how Lamar, the black stallion, draped the red, sequined, fur-rimmed cloak over the kneeling stallion, face still obstructed by his hair and the oversized sunglasses that left little to be seen of the brown horse's face. His dark complexion turned into a strange kind of a glimmer as the lights still shone harsh on the kneeling figure, unspeaking, unmoving, and simply breathing loudly into the still held microphone.

"That's art for you, homies...that's da art for you..."

"RAY-MOND! RAY-MOND! RAY-MOND! RAY-MOND!"

The spiky-headed wolf tiptoed close to the edge of the stage and lifted up one stud-wristbanded paw high into the air.

"Give us some noise for RAYYYY-MOOOOOOOOOOOND!"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

"I DON'T HEAR YOU!"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!"

"THAT'S MORE TALKING LIKE IT!"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY!"

Behind the wolf, on the stage, the black stallion slowly helped the newly robed one to stand up, head still held down, avoiding the hundreds of gazes fixed on the stage, curiously drinking in every detail of the now mysterious, draped figure being shielded by the black stallion's body. The cheers and calls lessened none even when they slowly began to walk towards the stairs on the back, past the drums manned by the wild-haired fox, between the lights and the smoke machines, into the underbelly of the stage, beyond the curtain...

"RAYMOND LOVES Y'ALL BIATCHES!"

"FUCK YOU RAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"FUCK YOU YOU MOTHAFUCKA HOMOS!" the wolf yelled. "YOU KNOW WHAT RAYMOND SAYS TO THAT YOU FUCKERS!"

"NO HOMO!"

"DAMN-MOTHER-GOD-FUCKIGN-DAMN RIGHT!" the wolf hollered.

Behind the stage, a small door marked with a less than romantic green "EXIT" sign opened, the two stallions slipped through and stood in a small corridor filled with spare mic stands, boxes and other things way beyond OSHA recommendations, and the sudden inrush of furs from both directions helped none, namely, the Doberman with a radio headset perched over his ears and the huge bull in black skin-tight T-shirt, both coming in to see just who had entered from the stage area.

"The crowd is still going mad!" the Doberman called as soon as he saw the black stallion and the odd, shiny form standing in front of him. "They're crazy!"

"So is da man, dude!" Lamar nickered, his tall ears flicking madly. "Hoooo man!"

One of the hands holding onto the lapels of the ridiculously royal cape suddenly flashed out from under the tacky fabric, took a hold of some of the black locks falling over the obscured face and thrust them aside, to bare a pair of bright green eyes and a sweaty face as well as curling lips, which showed smile, rather than the earlier hyperventilation.

"The old trick always works!" the stallion declared.

"Duuuuuuude!" the Doberman declared as he rushed forward towards the stallion sandwiched between the black horse and now the dog, tail waving madly as he took in the sight of the fur carrying the name that they could still hear being chanted only a few yards away, behind the wall.

"Let's get moving," the brown stallion declared, ears still half-flat for the mayhem coming from nearby," I wanna get going before they mob the back door."

"Yo hear that Malcolm?" the Doberman's head turned rapidly towards the burly bull, who gave a solemn nod upon hearing the canine's rapidly spoken words, lifted a thickly muscled paw, and pointed the way.

"You heard the man," Lamar declared. "Let's go, man!"

The odd trio began to move in line, following the swiftly stomping bull who led the way, through the labyrinthine, cool corridors of the venue, the noise of the cheering crowd becoming more and more quiet with each turn they made. Hooves clip-clopped on concrete floor, and the brush of Raymond's cape added a strange, shuffling noise none of the sensitive ears missed.

"Hoo boy, this is gonna be one they'll writing for weeks," Lamar chattered even as they walked briskly along, Raymond too showing none of the earlier apparent exhaustion as he moved through the corridor, cape and all, "yo man showed who's da man!"

"Twitter's going insane!" the Doberman had somehow managed to procure an iPhone from his pocket and held it up for the stallion star to see, even as they walked, and he did some sort of a crab-walk to maintain eye contact with his boss. "You're definitely the biggest topic of talk tonight in whole town!"

"As long as they fucking buy more of the albums," Raymond nickered, "damn, I'm fucking thirsty!"

"We've got it all covered in da limo!" Lamar neighed from behind the stomping stallion. "Booyeah!"

They rounded yet another bend in the corridor, and this time, a small flight of steps led into a short section that ended in another fire escape door. The bull went down the stairs with remarkable ease and wrenched the door open, causing a rush of cool air to enter and ruffle the furs of the furs making their way through the corridor. It did little to reduce the musk of the gig, especially from the fur shielded between his compatriots, still holding onto his cape with one hand adorned with multiple diamond bling rings and gold. One of the teeth protruding from the same grinning muzzle performed a similar act of glinting, over the light burning outside the fire escape door.

"Fuck yeah, fifteen minutes to the hotel and then it's par-TAY!" Lamar yelled excitedly as they filed out into the narrow space between the two buildings, where dumpsters offered a slightly less glamorous surrounding for the shiny black stretch limo parked there, brake lights shining a violent shade of red.

"If da traffic isn't too bad!" the Doberman snorted.

"Shut da fuck up, Kay!" Lamar grunted.

The huge bull bouncer scaled the steps down to the firm concrete floor and planted himself by the back door to the limo, which he then opened with a swift move. A burst of laughter, a puff of smoke and the definite scent of cranberry of all things flushed out of the back of the oversized car.

"Sounds like the partay's already started" Raymond grinned at his da man stallion, winking behind his slightly lopsided sunglasses.

The Doberman ducked down and disappeared into the limo, his undocked tail flicking about behind him. Raymond stepped forward on his turn, and got a look from the bull, still standing watch.

"It was a pleasure to have you around Mister Raymond" the bull grumbled. "You rock, man!"

"Thanks!" the stallion flashed his golden grin at the bull and flicked an ear. "Fucking great to be here too, dude!"

Raymond held up his hand and high-fived the bull, who returned with enough force to almost knock the horse over...or at least propel him into the waiting limo and its strange, musky, badly lit atmosphere.

"HEHHEY MAN!"

Raymond, whom had almost landed on Kay's lap, took off his sunglasses so as to be able to see anything at all, and found himself face to face with the white stallion sitting opposite to him on the other side of the passenger compartment, ears flicking against the ceiling while he grinned broadly at the newly arrived cloaked star.

"Ty!"

One big hand reached over and clapped Raymond's shoulder, quickly, before it was withdrawn to give space for Lamar to squeeze himself into the car before the back door was slammed shut and they could hear the engine being revved up. The bodies packed tight into the car shuffled, and they could hear the clatter of glasses and bottles, clinking happily away in the limo's not so mini bar.

"Fucking great gig man!" the white stallion hollered as he pushed a tall, glistening glass into Raymond's hand.

"That's what they keep telling me," the stallion's cape rustled as he reached over to grab the drink and then took a long, hefty gulp of the mostly vodka-based concoction, with a clear taste of cranberry.

"They ain't wrong!" Lamar yelped from his da man's side. "Fucking awesome, man!"

Hell yeah!"

Raymond's ears perked at the sound of the strange voice, coming from somewhere within the dark confines of the limo. His eyes soon caught a flash of golden furs, belonging to a young man sitting next to the eagerly grinning white stallion. He was looking back at the rapper star of a stallion, smiling as well, ears flicking about. Raymond smiled back and offered a paw.

"I see that my man Ty's got a new friend..."

Ty nickered happily and put an arm about the smaller male's shoulders, pulling him close to the well-built white horse. The lion patted the offered brown paw quickly.

"Andy's da name and he's a cool homie," Ty licked his lips, "he wants to partay."

"Is that right man?" Raymond grinned, leaning forward so that he could look at the lion over the rim of his sunglasses.

"Fuck yeah!" the lion replied.

"Then you're in da right place" Lamar declared from Raymond's side, already nursing a beer he had grabbed from the cooler. "Because we just LOVE to partay!"

"Hell yeah!" Kay barked out.

The two horses sitting by the Doberman guzzled down their drinks as the car effortlessly glided into the night time traffic of the city, its darkened windows offering a semblance of privacy while the rest of the world carried on in the other side. There was a lot of back-patting, a makeshift toast, and the undercurrent of Lamar trying his maw at singing "The Ho Says No", off-key and definitely not something worth the three Grammy awards Raymond's latest outing in the recording industry, "Stud Killah" had earned to the brown stallion who was still high on adrenalin from his gig, as well as the alcohol quickly disappearing from his glass. Kay the Doberman's muzzle was a strange painted mask under the glow of his iPhone screen, again browsing for Twitter updates, perhaps. Raymond couldn't understand how his homie could waste perfectly good partay time and mood for such an effort. The talk would still be there tomorrow, as would be the articles from the numerous reporters who had covered the scandalous gig. The headlines were mostly the same after each venue, after all. Not much changed. Only the praise words. Or the slander. The haters could always just fuck off.

The slowly relaxing horse couldn't miss the odd smacking sound that soon carried onto his ears, and a little tilt of his head located the source momentarily, too, coming from the other side of the limo. It seemed that Ty had not wasted any time this time either, Raymond thought with a smirk and a cranberry-flavoured chuckle, as he saw that the lion had been quietly lifted off his seat and planted onto the white stallion's lap. He could see the curve of his ass resting against the stallion's knees, and that thick feline tail flicked about, while big equine hands rubbed up and down over the golden-furred lion's back. Judging by the sounds of it, the stallion had his tongue somewhere midway into the lion's oesophagus by now as he made out with the eagerly purring groupie. Damn!

"...the ho says no..." Lamar nickered.

"That ho ain't saying no!" Raymond slapped the black stallion's thigh to get his attention before he nodded towards the sight of the eagerly face-eating pair.

"Duuuuude!"

Raymond chuckled to himself and took a sip from his almost empty glass, the ice cubes clattering as the cool refreshment flushed down his throat. The booze, the musk, and the protracted staring at the lion's quite the nice ass, even clothed as it was were starting to give him quite the nice mood, which manifested itself in considerable tension inside the stallion's leather pants as well. The horse easily gave to the temptation to try and scratch his itchy balls a little, and his hand didn't shy from simply lingering there, tending to his package.

"Nice job, Ty!" Raymond leaned back on his seat as he enjoyed the makeshift show, a broad grin still on his muzzle.

"Hmhphp!" the white horse said something that could have been a thanks, though it remained unsolved due to the continued smacking of lips and tongues that was still going on between the purring lion and the stallion.

"Work that ass, biatch!" Lamar, too, was watching carefully how the white stallion's hands rubbed over the lion's plump backside.

"Dude, you hafta start the homo shit in the car?" Kay grumbled, the Doberman only occasionally glancing up from his phone.

"Shut da fuck up, Kay!" Lamar was quick to lash out verbally. "We never tell you to lay off da pussy shit!"

"As If you ever get any, man," Raymond chuckled at his da man.

"Geeezzzzz..." the Doberman shook his head.

"Hey!" it was Ty speaking now, looking past the lion's mane that was tickling his chin, now that the horse's hand had pressed the lion's muzzle down against his shoulder so that the cat could get a good whiff of the sweaty horse. "Don't diss da homo shit, I've got some pretty good shit here..."

"I wasn't dissing..." the Doberman grumbled. "Just don't want to stare at it...up close..."

"Your bad, homie," Ty mused briefly before he grabbed the lion's mane and pulled his muzzle in for another sloppy pant-tightening kiss.

"Damn that's hot, maaaaaan" Lamar rumbled as he watched the making out with keen eyes, obviously starting to feel hot and bothered for wholly different reasons as the Doberman was, and his hand rubbing over his groin was saying as much, too.

"He sure knows how to find 'em," Raymond commented, egging him on while he feasted on the sight of sloppy making out, his cock throbbing against his belly within the confines of his on-stage leather pants. "Bet that tight ass is not just pretty to look at..."

"Ohhhh maaaan...." Lamar snorted. "Fuck..."

"Tough shit, man" Raymond grinned at the snorting stallion.

Lamar huffed.

"So who is it that your homie's getting some but you ain't, huh?" the black stallion complained.

Raymond chuckled after another cranberry-tinged sip from his dwindling drink and patted his heavy, sweaty hand down over the black horse' bulging groin, giving it a good squeeze that made Lamar to push his hips up into the touch and nicker a little with pleasure. The gangsta star smirked at his homie's reaction.

"You ain't seen anything yet, man," the horse smirked. "You better keep this going until that..."

Raymond withdrew his hand and let it fall onto his own thigh, much to Lamar's snorting displeasure.

"You no fun..."

Raymond waved his glass and made the ice cubes clatter again.

"Work that man, Ty...make the kitty purr..."

"Hmphpph!" the stallion answered, while the lion purred, deeply.

"We're only two minutes from the hotel, you should keep it down," Kay rumbled, hunched on his own seat by his boss. "We don't want too much attention, dude!"

"Ohh shatdafuckup" Lamar yelped at his playful nemesis again. "You no fun."

"Just trying to keep things going smoothly!! " Kay barked.

Lamar lifted up his hand and made a ring with his thumb and his index finger, and let his tongue loll out of his muzzle.

"Why dontcha make something else go smoothly huh?" the stallion grinned, making rude slurping noises as he mimed what he thought the Doberman could do.

Raymond was still grinning, and Kay was still sulking by the time the limo pulled up in front of the glitzy hotel that was to be their inn for the night. The star of the evening remembered to put on his sunglasses and tightened the fasteners of his cloak, just as the car came to a stop. A couple of flashes already went off.

"They're all over man!" Kay declared, trying to peek through the darkened windows. "Oh maaan..."

"Let them, that's what they're after!" Raymond chuckled as he watched a slightly tipsy Lamar try to find the door handle to the back door of the limo. "They want da maaaaaan..."

"And you're da maaaaan!" Ty chuckled, without a lion on his lap for now, but the flustered groupie was not too far away, plucked onto the seat next to the widely grinning white stallion.

"Boooohoooyeah!"

"You fuckheads!" Lamar grunted as he finally located the elusive lever and then pushed the door open, only to elicit screams and yells from the surprisingly large crowd packed outside the hotel.

"Ohhh maaan!"

"Wow!"

"Duuuude!"

"Fuck yeah!"

Raymond emerged behind his homie Lamar, ready to flash his signature smiles at the group of wild girls behind a makeshift barrier someone had had the sense to erect for the occasion, staffed by hapless-looking hotel concierges and doormen desperately trying to keep the admirers at bay. More lights were flashing, from phones and the bigger cameras of the paparazzi as well, and they got what they wanted, the boasting, strutting, ridiculously dressed "I F"#K Yo Azz" singer flipping the bird to make sure that they'd be getting some nice blurred shots that they'd have to cover with those grey cardboard things when selling the morning issues on the news stands.

"RAY!"

"RAYMOOOOND!"

"RAYYYYY!"

"RAAAYYYMOOOOND YO MAAAAAN!"

"This way, please, this way, this way!"

Raymond barely paid attention to the badger in a silly red coat, trying to direct the small group of stallions plus one Doberman and one lion, over the red carpet and towards the glass doors leading into the foyer. He was more keen to watch Lamar and Ty walking towards the crowds, to slap a few high-fives, to simply feel the noise of the furs who wanted to do anything to be able to dos something as simple as to touch them. Raymond had enjoyed that feeling often enough during his career in the performing arts. Tonight he wasn't feeling it so much...maybe it was the vodka...maybe the feeling of his cock brushing against the leather whenever he walked...yes...the stallion had gone commando for the stage...and now he was almost gone, his cape flying behind him as they moved through the barrage of photo flashes.

"Mister Raymond, it is such a..."

"Mister Raymond..."

The foyer was mostly deserted, considering the time of the day, and it took them no more interruptions to file into the elevator. The mirror-walled box hummed and carried the entourage into the sixth with floor with admirable ease and expelled them into the corridor beyond. Their boisterous laughter echoed off the tan-shaded walls and brought a frown from the still trailing badger, who dared not to raise his voice against such high-paying clients. They were in the Presidential Suite, after all.

"If there is anything else you need..."

"We're cool, homie," Lamar took over the speaking again, pointing a finger at the caped figure who was already strutting towards the ornate double doors leading into the master bedroom of the ridiculously sized suite. "Thanks."

"My pleasure..."

"PARTAY!!" TY hollered, Andy the lion in tow. "IN FOR THE JACUZZI!"

"OOOOOH MAAAAN!" Lamar yelled.

"At least I've got someone to soak in with!" Ty grinned over his shoulder as his hand landed on top of the lion's pert ass again, bringing a giggle and a purr from his eager admirer.

"Fuck maaaan..."

Raymond nickered to himself as he dropped his cape onto one of the plush armchairs by the palatial fireplace, unlit for now, and added his sunglasses to the mix. He blinked a couple of times, now that he was facing light again, and viewed the luxurious appointments briefly. The doors into the marbled master bathroom were already open, and he was just about in time in looking to witness Ty and the lion splashing into the jacuzzi while wearing their clothes still and laughing madly.

"I need a drink..." Lamar mused, mostly to himself, as he clip-clopped along the richly carpeted floor and towards the well-stocked bar in one corner of the large sitting room.

"Me too..." Kay added, his tail swishing behind him as he followed the stallion.

"You pussies," Raymond nickered as he watched the duo head along, "I barely broke a sweat..."

Lamar chuckled.

"And the audiences thought you pretty much fainted on stage, dude..."

"Gotta give 'em what they want, homie," Raymond noted as he decided onto a suitable seat and settled onto one of the overstuffed white couches arranged into a sitting group by the fireplace. "Don't want to disappoint."

"You never disappoint, man!" Lamar winked as he poured himself a shot of Jaegermeister, not minding that he splashing half of it onto the mahogany table instead.

"Still gotta make tomorrow even better, we don't want no bad rep," the Doberman noted.

"Oh shut up, homie," Lamar slapped the Doberman's ass with his hand as he strutted past him, "they'll go nuts for Ray anyway."

"They know what they like," Raymond chuckled to himself from his lounging throne. "Just hafta give them they want they want and that means ka-chiiiing!"

Lamar landed onto the couch opposite to Raymond's and stretched out his long legs in relaxation.

"Bring a beer to your man, yo?" the stallion called out. "Ray looks thirsty."

The Doberman gave both of them a dirty look, but did indeed open the small fridge and bring out a beer along with his own drink of vodka and cranberry, before he settled onto the couch by Lamar. For a small moment the three furs simply enjoyed their drinks, and listened to the dirty giggling coming from the bathroom, its doors open and sparing no details of the frolic between the white stallion and the lion, making out in the jacuzzi.

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So, what do you think? Is this really a stinker, or should I try to continue? Your feedback would be most appreciated!