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The Salsa Sensation for Rayo by Draconicon

Neftali tossed his microphone from one hand to the other as he sat on a crate, sighing to himself as he looked through the curtains. The crowd was starting to get loud, waiting for the performance, and while he'd enjoyed some of the rowdiness back in his earlier, younger days, these days it just made him worry.

One of the event staff stuck their head backstage, looking back and forth before settling on him.

"Where is she?"

"Alondra will be here soon."

"She better be."

The young man darted off before the old man could respond, and he sighed, leaning back a bit.

"You wait until your mother dies, son. Then you see how fast you get to a concert when it's scheduled the same day as her funeral."

"Someone talking trash about me, eh?"

Neftali smiled at the sound of the familiar voice, turning to look up and over his shoulder. Behind him was a beautiful if matured woman, in his eyes. Not in most, perhaps; with graying hair and a body that was losing its loveliness, poor Alondra was living more on her old fame than he was. But she was gracious about it. He slowly stood up.

"No trash. Just some attitude."

"Oh...I'm sorry that I made you wait."

"Don't worry. Let's go and do our thing."

"Sure they're ready for us?"

He lifted the curtain a bit, letting all the noise from outside in. It left Alondra blushing slightly, and he grabbed her microphone from his former seat.

"They're ready for us. You okay?"

"Y-yeah...I'm fine."

"I know it's pretty soon, but -"

"I'll be okay."

She patted his arm, and the two of them stood together at the edge of the backstage area. Neftali tossed the microphone in the air in a spin, then blushed as he almost missed it on the way back down. He grabbed it barely a foot off the floor, and turned to her with a blush.

"Heh...not the legend I used to be."

"Neither of us are."

"Still, we can wow everyone out there."

She nodded, just as the curtains came up. It felt like half of St. Joan had turned up, the crowd shouting their names as they came out on stage. Neftali felt some of his age fall behind as the two of them walked forward, then split, the spotlights splitting with them as they walked to different sides of the stage.

I may not be as young as I once was. But I got here through hard work and talent. Just like her. Let's remind all these youngsters what it's all about.

He looked back at the band, and they gave him a nod to show they were ready. He grinned back, and then waved at the crowd, helping whip them up to an even greater pitch of excitement. They roared back with eagerness, looking almost as excited as he was starting to feel. He turned to Alondra -

"Ah....Ah!"

Neftali blinked. He took a step towards the hunched over woman, but she waved him off before he took two steps. She stood up again, but she was shaky, and her cheeks were red. He arched an eyebrow, a questioning glance of whether she needed a moment, but she nodded for them to continue.

And so the band started to play.

He started his part of the song, the lyrics fresh in his head, but he almost immediately lost the beat as Alondra started breaking down. The crowd's enthusiasm was waning, replaced by worry, just as it was for him as he stared at her.

She was bent over, her arms around her stomach, and she was shaking as if she were crying. He took a step towards her as the band kept playing, the musicians apparently unaware of any problems. However, even he didn't see what was wrong until he was right beside her, and saw the first tufts of orange appearing on her ears.

"Alondra..."

"I...I don't know...what's happening.."

"Your ears..."

They were slowly traveling up the sides of her head, taking their time but nevertheless moving. He could see the flesh flowing in to replace where they'd been as orange and white fur sprouted from her ear tip, spreading down along her head towards the rest of her face. They moved in a way that a human's ears could never do, twitching as they slowly grew more triangular.

The fur spread further across her face as he nearly lost his footing, Neftali taking a step back as Alondra's face started to push outwards. Her many wrinkles were stretched tight on her face, leaving her smooth again, but with an expression most inhuman. Her hair, gray and bundled tight, bunched up until it broke free of her curls, hanging down in long, darkening locks down her back.

As the band slowly began to stop their music, Alondra fell to her knees, her microphone rolling away. Her costume ripped along the back as something grew at the base of her spine, and Neftali was helpless to do anything but stare as a golden orange growth pushed itself free. The way it lifted dragged the skirt of her dress up, exposing her underwear...underwear that was absolutely drenched.

"This is impossible..."

"Neftali? Neftali, w-what's happening?"

"I don't -"

"AH! Oh my god!"

To his embarrassment and the shock of the crowd, the old woman - though Alondra's looks had changed so much that she couldn't entirely be called old any longer - shoved her hands down to her crotch. Her face burned through her new fur and muzzle, but her tongue hung out as her fingers rubbed at the wet spot. Neftali stared, his eyes locked with the slowly narrowing fingers as claws sprouted from them to rub at her wetness.

The tail - and it was most definitely a tail - grew so large that the skirt was ripped clean off of her. What little he saw of her legs before they were covered in fur showed that the fat pockets around her thighs and calves were gone, leaving her with the legs of a young woman. It was shocking to see, so much so that he finally lost his balance, falling on his back.

Alondra leaned back, and he saw the other changes that had happened. Her dress was stretched nearly as far as it could go as her breasts grew bigger and bigger. It was like seeing someone blowing air into a doll, except he'd never seen a doll with breasts like this. They were huge, and squishy looking, at least judging by the way that they fell over the top of her gown. Little by little, they seemed to be dragging the rest of the breast out by sheer size, the edges of her nipples slowly -

RIIIIIP!

Or not so slowly coming out. The dress ripped hard, exposing her bare breasts for the entire gasping crowd to see. They wobbled and bounced a few times, and even Neftali found his body reacting to the show before he could stop himself.

There was little human left to Alondra now. The fur was spreading from her legs to her hips, and from there up to her belly to join with what spread down from her chest. Her face was no longer human, but like a fox, narrow and pointed. Her lips, formerly soft but aged, were stretched bestially along her muzzle.

And yet, despite it all, she still sounded all too human as she plunged her fingers into her dripping, finally exposed pussy.

"Yes! Yes! YES!"

She cried out as Neftali crawled away from her, and he stared as she jammed no fewer than three fingers into the space between her legs. He swore that she was possessed, taken over by some creature or demon of lust. Nothing else could explain -

A flicker of movement in the crowd distracted him, and he turned his head. There, deep in the crowd of people, neither jeering nor shrieking in fear, was a young woman. She wore a deep red-orange fur coat, odd in the crowd, but more importantly, her fingers glowed with the same strange light that had surrounded Alondra's tail when it had come out.

She...She must be responsible. But -

He couldn't finish his thought before the lewd noises from Alondra drew his attention back to the stage. She was nearly fisting herself with one hand while the other groped her massive chest. She'd devolved into wordless nothings, mere bestial grunts and mewls as she pushed herself closer and closer. Her juices dribbled to the stage in a waterfall around her hand, leaving a stench in the air more pungent than a rotting fruit stand.

Her hips thrust forward suddenly, and she came. Neftali stared dumbly at the rain of juices flying from her sex, shooting through the air only to fall on the people nearest the stage. Again and again she squirted, producing more than any man might have done in her position. The aged salsa singer slowly stood up, unable to do anything but shake his head at the quivering vixen before him.

Alondra looked at him with eyes that were lost to the world. She continued to drip and ooze with need as she slowly got to her feet, her clothing, save for a band of silk around her waist, laying in tatters about her. He backpedaled as she started walking towards him, her eyes lowering from his face to his crotch.

"I need...I need it..."

Neftali shook his head, wishing he had something, anything to ward off this sexual monster. His eyes flicked from her to the crowd, but the strange girl was gone. Any hope of rescue or help likely had gone with her.

He turned his eyes back to his co-star just as she leaped across the stage. At his age, he had no hope of avoiding her, and went down to the stage hard. His shock left him wondering if he'd broken anything, but all other thoughts were shoved out of his head as the once-Alondra turned and held her gushing sex over his head.

"Mine..."

It was all she said before dropping her hips. He was smothered between her legs, air in short supply and light in less. He could breathe nothing but her scent, taste nothing but her juices, and felt nothing but her hands undoing his zipper. His thoughts faded, and his panic was joined by a new dancing partner, one he hadn't felt for a long time.

And lust was not about to let him go, as a toothy maw slowly engulfed his shaft as he faded into darkness.

The End