A Better Opening Act
Ok, bit of a preface to this. I was completely stuck while writing my last story, then had an idea I started writing. After finishing the previous story, I liked this well enough to want to revisit this little short story, bit of a nostalgia effect I imagine, and finish it up.
Now, fair warning, this is completely different from my other stuff, so make sure to pay attention to the keywords so no one will be disappointed. My intent from the start was to try a ton of different things here and there as inspiration allows, so everyone will have a chance to be disappointed at some point, anyhow.
Either way, enjoy. And don't think I missed the humor in that there's a longer warning here about now something isn't as extreme as it normally is.
Now, back to work on the harder stuff.
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It Was a Dark and Stormy Night had taken the stage in a smoky bar at the center of the city, wrapping up their first song. A tomboyish white rat in a white tee shirt, black studded jacket and pants, and a short blue dyed head of hair was hurrying out of the pit, completely annoyed by, as she eloquently described it, their total shittiness. She grumbled while storming out about how their skill was amateurish at best, and now their sound guy was fucking it all up even worse somehow, producing more static than sound. The fact that everyone else seemed to be enjoying it, well, that was the worst part.
Close behind her followed a somewhat confused german shepherd wearing a more casual blue shirt and tan khaki pants, dragged along by her hand grasping his wrist. Dodging a forest of sweaty bodies crashing into each other wasn't an easy task, but she was determined to get as far away from the speakers as possible. Eventually they both made it to the bar and stood off to the side while waiting for the bartender's attention.
"What gives, Lee? We had a good spot in there!" shouted the dog, barely audible over the sound of guitars, drums, static, and screaming filling the room.
"Really, Chris? Ya think they're worth watching?"
"You were the one who dragged me here!"
"Hey, we both want to see the headliner, right? Not my fault if they have shitty openers."
"I don't think they're all that bad, but I'm happy doing whatever you want to do, you should know that by now."
Lee took his hand and brought him in close.
"And that's one of many reasons I love ya." They locked lips in a deep kiss before being interrupted by the bartender, a stout wolf, trying to flag them down.
"Were either of you going to order anything, or were you just gonna block the way with your snogging?"
She rolled her eyes and gave an indignant look, quickly breaking down and laughing.
"Lay off it Mark, yer just jealous. Two beers."
"Oh, I wasn't aware you turned 21, mind giving me an ID?" She pulled out a chintzy piece of plastic from one of her pockets and handed it over. The bartender, after giving it a cursory inspection, handed it back while rolling his eyes. "You really need a better fake, Lee. At least one where you aren't flipping the bird in your pic."
"Yeah, that's one's special just for ya. Gonna give us our drinks or what?"
"Fine, but if anyone asks you stole it from your butt buddy there." Chris stuck out his tongue before handing over some bills, plus a nice tip for looking the other way as usual. After grabbing their drinks they both headed for a space against the wall out of the way of the crowd.
Chris quietly sipped his drink while Lee took a loud swig of hers. He smiled over at her while she grimaced at the crowd. Probably thinking something disdainful about their taste in music, he accurately assumed. Watching her, though, all he could think about was just how attracted he was to everything about her. She was about average height, fairly thin with smallish, A-cup breasts, a long pointed snout with cute little whiskers, a long, thick, hairless tail, and a pair of beautiful green eyes. Piercings ran along the underside of both her wide, curved ears, studs on the right side and small rings on the left. A stud was pierced through her left nostril, with another pierced through her tongue. A pair of snakebite rings decorated her bottom lip, and while he couldn't see them at the moment, his favorites were the barbells pierced through her nipples and her clit.
Between her piercings, blue hair, overall cute appearance, all wrapped around a confident, outgoing, kind, but mischievous personality... she was his dream girl without a doubt, even if she could be a bit of a music snob. Lee took another swig of her drink before noticing him staring her down with a dreamy expression. She smiled back before checking him out as well.
In many ways Chris was her polar opposite. Traditionally handsome, wavy brown hair, tall, muscular, but very shy and reserved, and usually unwilling to break any rules or do anything remotely risky. Lee was always getting him to break out of his comfort zone, something that sometimes grated on his nerves, but far more often made him grateful to have someone to help him experience things he never would have otherwise.
Unlike Lee, his standard concert attire was plain casual street clothes which made him completely stand out in those crowds. Overall, he looked more like a preppy than someone who spent his nights going to punk shows at seedy bars. But he didn't care, he was more concerned about comfort than style, and Lee loved him just as much for all of those qualities as he loved her.
Despite those differences, they did share an interest in music, as well as way more than a passing compatibility in the bedroom, and most importantly a genuine love for each other, so whatever differences they had didn't seem to matter. Both of them finished their drinks at the same time, still smiling together.
"This shitfest is gonna be goin' on for another 10 or 20 minutes, what now?"
Chris shrugged back, tossing his cup into a nearby trashcan. When he turned she noticed a bulge sticking out of his crotch and snickered at the confirmation that he was indeed checking her out. A wicked idea crossed her mind, looking over at the small restroom off in the corner.
"I have an idea, follow me!" she shouted before grabbing his wrist and taking off for the door, not even trying to be discreet. He was dragged along behind her, completely surprised by her sudden enthusiasm, bursting through the door of the restroom.
The dim, tiled restroom was pretty grimy and small, even compared to the rest of the bar, but Chris wasn't able to object before getting pulled into the only stall.
In a quick series of motions, Lee slammed the stall shut and latched it, dropped her pants and boxers, and sat on the edge of the toilet lid. Chris was stunned, a bit unsure about sex in public, but the sultry look she gave, rubbing a claw along her pussy lips, glistening with a mixture of sweat and excitement, was more than enough to convince him. He knelt down on the tile, grabbing her knees and spreading her legs without breaking eye contact.
The music outside was loud enough to be heard filtering through the walls, which thankfully covered the loud sudden squeak she gave when he leaned forward and flicked her pierced clit with his tongue. She bit down on her knuckle to muffle more squeaks as he quickly flicked her clit multiple times before placing his mouth around it, gently sucking and caressing her with his tongue. An impatient hand reached forward to grab the back of his head, pressing his muzzle hard against her folds, overloading his senses with her musk. This was a good enough sign to stop teasing her, so he went all in, driving his long tongue deep into her pussy.
While eating her out, Chris used one thumb to take his tongue's initial place, alternating between flicking her clit and gently rubbing it. His other hand reached up to her chest, finding a pierced nipple through her shirt and giving it light pinches. She let go of the back of his head, instead moving to reach under her shirt and rub her other nipple. The hand wasn't necessary anymore, as Chris was fully into it now, opening his jaw as wide as possible, while minding his teeth, to get his tongue in deeper while repeatedly thrusting it in and out. Her whole body was trembling, he could tell she was getting close.
Chris switched to lightly tug on her clit while swirling his tongue in circles inside her pussy, exhaling onto her glistening lips. Realizing the danger her knuckle was in, Lee removed it from between her teeth and instead clapped her hand tightly over her mouth. Her orgasm struck, making her flex her rear to lift slightly off the lid, thrusting her pussy into the dog's face while slapping the wall with her long, hairless tail. Another loud series of cute squeaks were clearly audible despite her best efforts to keep them muffled, but luckily no one was around to catch them. She gushed into Chris's mouth, completely soaking the fur around his muzzle.
Once the feeling passed, she laid back against the toilet, panting heavily. Chris was grinning, soaked muzzle and all, proud of what he was still able to do to her. Remembering that they were still in public and his face was covered in pussy juice killed a bit of his buzz. As if sensing this, Lee spoke up, still a bit dazed.
"You can wash your face in the sink, and the entire venue stinks like a locker room, no one will notice. But that can wait a few more minutes, can't it?"
A boot clad foot rubbed against the erection trying to force its way out of his pants. The love of his life was as insatiable as him, he really hit the jackpot. Squeezing as best as they could by each other in the small stall, they clumsily switched places while he dropped his own pants and underwear. Now that he was sitting in her previous spot on the lid he could lie back, his 8 inch pillar of red cockflesh pointing straight up to the ceiling.
The top latches of Lee's right boot were undone, allowing her to remove her socked foot from the bunched up pant leg. She aimed the tip of the dog's pre=dripping shaft at her slickened slit, and quickly sank down lap to lap with her lover. A low moan from the both of them was silenced as she leaned in to make out with him, dueling his tongue with her own pierced one. Breaking away and leaving a small trail of spit, she couldn't help but giggle at the taste of her own pussy lingering on his breath.
As Lee began to lift up and drop herself back down hard onto his shaft, Chris realized he had forgotten just how strong she was despite such a little frame. Getting the wind knocked out of him by an overzealous girlfriend was probably the best way for it to happen, he figured, so he rolled with
it. He leaned back a bit further, trying to get a lower angle and lift up a bit alongside her, and maybe reduce the raw impact of her slamming. Almost doing a crab walk sort of pose seemed to work, and they found a good rhythm together. Chris grunted along with their thrusting, and Lee once again bit a knuckle to keep from letting out her cute little squeaks.
Startling Chris out of his revelry, the restroom door opened as someone walked in. While looking over in the direction of the door with a frightened expression, he still managed to instinctively continue his thrusting. The energetic rat on top of him was too in the moment to notice and stayed just as enthusiastic as before. He thought to himself, "Shitshitshitkeepgoingkeepgoingignoreuscomeoncomeoncomeon" while trying to stay as quiet as possible.
The presence walked up next to the stall, and Chris could see the top of a head over the wall with a pair of eyes staring forward while making use of the urinal. "Of course it would have to be a giraffe," he thought, wincing. Lee was still bouncing in his lap without slowing down. "Just don't let him turn towards... shit." The giraffe had looked over and noticed the duo going at it in the stall. Rather than freaking out, or reacting in disgust, Chris noticed he appeared to be nodding his head. A quiet "Niiiiice" was barely audible before the giraffe finished, zipped up, washed his hands, and left, quietly snickering.
Chris let out a loud sigh of relief and was almost surprised to see Lee not only still bouncing, but going even faster than before, having worked up a serious sweat despite his distraction. Apparently his member was happy to soldier on without him since he realized he, like Lee, was getting close to finishing. With a sudden shock, he remembered his knot, and not wanting to get stuck together, tried to get her attention. She was oblivious to this and began to shudder once again, hitting her second orgasm of the night. Chris did his best to keep from knotting her, trying to instead lift her up while sticking to shallower thrusts. Managing to make it to his own climax assisted by her rapid clenching, he let out a low moan while cumming deep inside her tunnel. With one last shudder, Lee fell forward into his chest, and he held her close while they basked in the afterglow.
That afterglow didn't last long, however, as they both realized that they needed to get cleaned up, and fast. Luckily, Chris, ever the planner, had a stack of napkins in one pocket from lunch. Lee did her best trying to clean up her cum drenched pussy, knowing full well she'd be leaking for the rest of the night. She didn't mind though, this all was very, very worth it. A few napkins took care of wiping of Chris's cock, and after pulling his pants and underwear back up, a few splashes of water from the sink cleaned off his muzzle. Lee slipped her pants and boot back on, doing her best to reconfigure all of her clothes. Wordlessly, they took each others hand and left the restroom.
Lee laughed when she that last shitty band leaving the stage. A few people were starting to head in their direction, to make use of the restroom between sets. "Looks like our timing was perfect, any longer and we would've had an audience, not that I'd mind." Chris chuckled at her statement, though he was actually more focused on a giraffe standing by the bar, looking over in his direction and giving a huge dopey grin and a thumbs up. With a huge blush, he gave a sheepish smile a waved back.
"Well, lets go get a spot up front again," Lee said with one last smile, leaning in to give Chris a kiss on the cheek. He smiled back at her, and they both headed back into the pit, hand in hand.