You know you need unique New York
#3 of The Perfect Harmony
Hey readers! Sorry this one took so long to come out...I didn't know when to end this chapter, and transition into the next one :P
Disclaimer: You know the drill...if you're under 12, shouldn't you be someplace else?
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/////////////////// You know you need unique New York //////////////
It had been three weeks since the accident; my dragon blood had enabled me to heal unnaturally fast.
Well, at least in a physical sense.
Losing my violin had been like losing a child to me, and was proving extremely hard to replace. Ever since I was allowed out of the hospital, I had been scouring violin shops for a new instrument. Today, Eddy and I were in Seattle, looking through the stock of Seattle's finest shops.
"How can I help you, sir?" Asked the shopkeeper of "Knotty Violins," a beautiful beaver morph in his late twenties. I explained my situation, and we went to the back room, where the more expensive instruments are stored.
As Eddy, Ron, the shopkeeper, and I stepped into the back room, I couldn't help but be awestruck. Every violin on display was at least 100 years old. I tried out a few of the high end ones, but finally, I decided on the most expensive one in the shop, a French antique that was going to set be back by about $80,000...thank god for insurance. I convinced myself that it would be worth it, and asked to start up the paperwork.
"Hey, my appointment's today, I've gotta go, alright? I'll meet you back at the house" said Eddy, glancing at his watch. I nodded, and he was out the door, and into his car. I took the silence to call up the insurance company and inform them that I was using the insurance money on the new violin.
"Alright...after everything's been figured out, your first payment is $4,000" Ron gave me the forms, and I signed them, stony faced from the whole ordeal of having to get a new instrument. Ron seemed to notice this.
"It must be tough...I'm sorry for you loss...but I assure you...this piece of art you have will take care of you until you can't play anymore!" I looked over the majestic instrument. It had a rich, dark color, and an inlay; hundreds of cranes had been hand-carved around the edges, accompanied by various other geometric designs.
"Hmmmm...before I go, can I try it out again?" I asked sheepishly. I wanted to really make sure that this is what I wanted.
"Of course!" Ron laughed, and led me to the nearest practice room. As I got set up, he stopped in the doorway, then turned around
"Could I maybe...er...stay and listen? I haven't heard a soloist in a while"
I was slightly humbled "Of course! I'd love it!" I smiled, and began on the Paganini Caprice that I hadn't practiced in weeks. I played the whole thing from memory, and my eyes wandered the room as I played.
After I played just that one piece, I knew that I had chosen this instrument wisely. Ron clapped as I set it down, and as I turned to thank him, he gave me a quick hug. Even though I didn't mind, I was still a little startled, but I quickly recovered.
I was ready to leave, but somehow, my body didn't want me to. I wanted to play more. I finally submitted to my wants, and pulled my jacket off, receiving confused and anxious looks from Ron.
"How about one more?" I asked him, and he nodded, sitting back down. I picked the violin back up, and played one of my personal favorites from memory: a Russian folk song named "Korobushka." As I played, I noticed Ron fidgeting in his seat, but I didn't care, I was playing a beautiful instrument that seemed to have captivated me, and that was the only think that mattered.
After the last note had finished, I looked up, and nearly dropped the instrument that had possessed me...Ron had shed his pants, and was rubbing his rather impressive sheath, grinning up at me.
"Don't act stupid....I know you like this!"
I was completely taken aback, yet mysteriously turned on. Before I could stop them, the words had fallen from my lips:
"I...I need....that...in me!"
"Well, I think I can arrange that" he said, walking over. I picked up on the cue, and disrobed myself, tearing the cord from around my chest, and allowed my wings to stretch out. Ron seemed impressed, and walked over, licking my nipples as he massaged my chest. I moaned as he moved his head downward, working his tongue on my balls, and running the smooth side of his beaver teeth along my erect cock.
In order to see just how well he could use that tongue, I turned around and lifted my tail, giving him access to my tailhole. Ron gladly shoved his tongue inside, working it in nice circular motions.
"He rims like a lizard" I though, recalling my first party back in High School. Ron's tongue was replaced by two fingers, which worked their way in and out. With his other hand, he reached around and started giving my cock some well-needed attention. After a while his fingers withdrew.
A thicker organ wanted entrance...
We both moaned lustfully as Ron's thick cock slid into my saliva-lubed tailhole. As he started a nice rhythm, he grabbed my wing stalks for balance and kissed my neck.
"That German shepherd of yours has loosened you up real nice...you didn't gasp or anything" He whispered. However, all I wanted was more thick beaver cock. Ron sped up his rhythm, and reached around my waist, grabbing and pumping my cock. As Ron sped up, his throbbing cock, slapped against my prostate, and I roared in pleasure as I neared my climax. It only took a few more strokes until I was spewing dragon cum all over the floor, roaring in ecstasy. Hearing me hit my orgasm seemed to fuel Ron's as he was soon filling my tailhole with his own thick and creamy seed.
* * *
Five minutes later, I was fully dressed, in my car, heading back home, and trying to justify to myself why I had just cheated on the best thing that had happened to my life since music. However, I found that there was no justification, and I told myself that the right thing to do would be to just come forward, and tell Eddy exactly what had happened.
I pulled into our dorm's parking area, next to Eddy's car, and killed the engine. I took a deep breath, grabbed my new case, and headed for the front door.
As I entered, I saw Eddy reading something on the couch. Setting down my keys, I walked over the couch and kissed him on the cheek. Afterwards I headed to the back room and sat my violin down. As I walked, I could hear Eddy behind me, sniffing at something. I walked back out into the main room, and was surprised to see that Eddy had stripped his clothing, holding an envelope which he had obviously been reading from, and grinning ear to ear.
"Oh, by the way...I hope Ron is going to give you a discount on your violin for lending him your asshole!" I instantly froze, feeling like a teenager who had just been caught masturbating.
"Eddy! I'm so sor-" I began, but he held up a paw, and I fell silent. Eddy grinned again.
"Okay, it's 10 A.M., and in this envelope...are two plane tickets to New York City. The plane departs at 1 P.M." The look of confusion on my face became more pronounced as Eddy went on.
"So, here's what we're gonna do...since you cheated on me. First you're going to get naked, and we're going to take a shower, to get rid of that horrid beaver's scent."
Eddy walked over to me, and unbuttoned my pants, letting them and my boxers slide to the floor, revealing my cock, which had already started to harden again.
"And after the stench had been removed, we'll pack our things, and head for New York." We kissed, and I freed my wings.
We walked hand in hand to the bathroom, and I started the shower. We embraced one another, kissing deeply, as we stepped in. Eddy grabbed the soap, and scrubbed down my body. Me eyes became lost in his brilliant blue ones, and the passion between us was so powerful, you could nearly taste it in the air.
Eddy raised a paw and twirled his finger, indicating that I turn around. I did as I was told, and instantly felt Eddy's bulging cock rub against my used tailhole. I could tell that I was about to be punished for what I had done.
Eddy continued with the soap on my back, cleaning off my wing stalks, and then he plunged his cock into my tailhole, using Ron's cum as a lube. Usually, Eddy likes to go slowly at first...but such was not the case this time. He fucked me like a wild animal, moaning in pleasure as he did so. Even though my tailhole was stretched out from my encounter with Ron, Eddy's cock was still testing my anus's elasticity. He kept pumping wildly, and pretty soon I could feel his knot swelling...I tried to prepare myself for it.
Eddy's knot found its way into my tailhole, easily the size of an orange by now, and pumped a few more times before he howled and added his doggy cum to Ron's. When his know entered, I shot my load, too, spewing it all over the floor of the shower, to have it quickly carried away by the water.
"Apology accepted" Eddy said as he slid his knot out, making a loud pop as it did so, leaving my ass sore and dripping cum.
* * *
For some reason, I've always loved airports. Perhaps it's how clean they are, of the fact that I love flight. Eddy on the other hand, hates them. The whole time we were there, all he did was bitch about lines, security, prices, et cetra...so I took care of everything. We arrived, parked, and checked our baggage at light speed, and went to find our gate. We sat for a while, and I glanced up at the screen. The incoming flight had just landed.
"Good, just a little longer" I said.
"Eddy, I'm going to get a coffee while we wait. It's Starbuck's, you want anything?"
Eddy recited his drink preference from memory:
"Grande vanilla latte." No surprises there. I headed over to the stand, one of a dozen just in this airport. How I love Seattle.
"I'd like a grande white chocolate raspberry mocha, and a grande vanilla latte, please" I told the barista, who instantly got to work. It took her a matter of minutes.
"That'll be $8.50 please" She said as she punched it up on the register. I grumbled at the cost as I handed her a $10 bill, and received the change, the drinks, and a napkin with a phone number written on it. At the last item, I looked up at her, confused.
"You know...if you're ever back in Seattle, you should look me up! I think dragons are dead sexy!" She said.
"Those wings are a big turn on!"
I walked away, chucking quietly to myself, and as soon as I was far enough away, I threw away the napkin.
After I got back to the gate, I handed Eddy his drink and told him about the barista. He just laughed.
"Really? A guy shows up, orders a coffee for another guy, and she doesn't blurt our 'fag?'" He chuckled more as he finished his drink, and we grabbed our things, getting in line to board.
* * *
Our plane landed at roughly 7 P.M. Pacific Time...which meant it was 10 o'clock. Eddy and I got off the plane, and were greeted by a majestic black stallion morph, dressed in a suit and tie.
"You must be Master Haruki" he spoke with a heavy Oxford accent.
"I am the assistant to James Huntington, Director of Admissions at Juilliard School." I was shocked that everything seemed so proper. I leaned over to Eddy and whispered.
"I didn't realize we were headed to a mansion...did you pack your tux?" Eddy disguised a laugh as a cough, and the stallion spoke again, clearing his throat before he did so.
"We've already gathered your bags, directly off the plane, and they're waiting for us in the car...this way then."
Without another word, he turned, and led us out of J.F.K. Airport, into an emerald green Bentley that was waiting for us outside the terminal. As Eddy and I loaded our bags into the trunk, which already had our luggage and my violin case, I turned to Eddy and mouthed:
"A Bentley??" Eddy shrugged, and we headed into the backseat, the stallion got in the passenger seat and signaled to the driver, who took off at once.
"Now then, where are you staying?" He asked, turning around in his chair to face us. I took out the piece of paper that had our reservation details on it, given to us by Professor Huntington.
"The Four Seasons Hotel" I said, hoping that it was a good hotel. The stallion instantly recognized the name, and the car pulled an instant left turn, into some of the craziest traffic I've ever seen.
* * *
About fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to a very regal looking building, with a variety of flags hanging from the front, and a marble interior. The stallion guide turned around to look at us, expecting us to get out, but Eddy and I stayed where we were.
"You did say the Four Seasons, correct?" He said.
"Oh...you mean...this is it?" I asked. There was no way that this could be where we were staying. However, he nodded like it should have been blatantly obvious.
"Professor Huntington and I will be along tomorrow at 10 A.M to come and pick you up. Is there anything you need?" He asked as we got out of the car and gathered our things from the trunk.
"Ummm...no, I think that's everything!" I said, at an utter loss for words. What was I supposed to say? I'd never been treated like this!
With a quick nod, the stallion disappeared back into the car, and he sped away, leaving Eddy and I standing on the threshold of the Four Seasons. As we approached, the doorman took our bags, but not my violin, and led us inside. It was obvious that we had been expected, because a bellhop was there instantly with our cards, saying that we'd already been checked in, and our room was waiting.
Eddy and I couldn't say anything, we were captivated by the beauty of the place. We stepped into the elevator, and were taken to our floor. As the doors opened, and we found our room, my jaw hit the floor. The room was beautiful.
"Note to self" I thought.
"Thank the Professor."
As soon as the bellhop had left our things, we ran like little kids onto the bed, and we could have fallen asleep right there, had we not been buzzing with excitement. We checked out all the fixtures in the room, laughing like schoolgirls, and unpacked. After we were done, we decided that it was time to retire, so we stripped down to boxers, and climbed into the king size bed, where we drifted peacefully into sleep.