Tyler
#2 of Moonrise
OK, second part of this series... And it took me long enough, I know. What can I say? I wrote this months ago but I'm a slow writer and a slow poster... XP Hope no one minds too much? Anyway, first M/F I'm posting here, though I'm not fully satisfied with the results, and have been wondering if I should keep writing yiff. It's pretty much up to the readers, I wrote all these mostly cause there's people there who might have fun (and... ahem!... "fun"...) with them, so I'd really like to hear what everyone thinks of this story and all that.
As usual, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE! IT IS AGAINST THE LAW! AND GOD KNOWS TEENAGERS ALWAYS GO WITH THE LAW WHEN IT COMES TO PR0N!!! (*cough*, sorry, I'm sarcastic...) Young teenagers reading this might have... Like... Huge... Psychosocioneurodermatogastrogonadal disorders. REALLY! OK, enough.
"Thank you all! You've been a fuckin' great crowd! We love you guys! Good night, and peace to you all!" Gail Harper shouted out, throwing his fist up in the air as the crowd roared in ecstasy from the just passed hours of pure, non-stop rock 'n' roll.
Moonrise was the last and the best band in the "Furs in Rock" music festival. It was the mid '70s, and rock 'n' roll music (actually, music itself) was in one of, if not the best years of its history. The guitars, drums and basses were being planted deep inside every fur's soul, and those years were building up to be remembered as years that would never come back, but would also never die.
As time passed, the crowd slowly left the field where the festival was taking place. The adrenaline was still running in everyone's veins as some of the best bands there were had just given them all some of their immortal sounds. The bands were now heading back to their buses, some of the band members chatting amongst themselves, exchanging ideas and compliments on each others' techniques... or criticizing, at times.
Tyler Denn, Moonrise's second guitarist, walked inside the bus, chuckling as he noticed several fans were inside with his band mates. "Just the usual..." He walked towards his usual seating place, in front of Haven Kenward (the drummer), but gave up the idea of sitting there when he noticed the bear had a female's head on his lap... And by his moaning sounds, she wasn't taking a nap, he thought to himself as he sat next to a collie, who seemed to be by herself.
"Hi!" He greeted, as the collie seemed too hypnotized to even notice him as he sat. She suddenly perked her ears and her eyes darted at him and she gasped. Confused, Tyler was starting to think he had done something wrong... Perhaps his fly was open, or... His thoughts were interrupted as the collie blurted out, "Wow! Hey! Hi! You're... I mean... Moonrise's... And you're... Eee!" She squealed and pounced at him, hugging him tightly and causing the somewhat shy gray wolf to blush.
"Uh... Are you okay?" Was all he could say as he watched the female's tail wag from side to side so fast he thought she was going to end up breaking it in two.
The overexcited dog took a couple of deep breaths. "Yes, yes. Sorry, I just... I... I'm so excited to meet the band and I... Might be little high." She giggled and finally released the wolf from her tight snug. "I hope you don't mind."
"Well, no, of course not." Tyler smiled. There was no reason for him to be upset or anything about her being high; it was pretty common among the fans and the band members. He had also gotten high before, and he didn't want to be a hypocrite.
"Could you... Give me your autograph?" She wagged her tail as she pawed him a tape of one of Moonrise's albums.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I can't..." Just as tears had started forming on her eyes, he finished his sentence. "An autograph to such a great fan shouldn't be written on a tape. Here, come with me." He got up and stretched a paw out to her, the collie promptly getting up on her feet, a look of expectation on her face as Tyler guided her to the back of the bus (which was already on its way to the hotel).
As they stopped, the collie blushed, her eyes locking on Haven as a female sat on his lap, moving her hips up and down (though her skirt covered up what was happening underneath it.) She would've kept looking if it wasn't for a big distraction of Tyler bending over to open a bag, not even noticing the collie's eyes now locked on his rump.
The wolf stood up with a grin on his face, a pen on his right paw and a brand new LP disc of Moonrise's best live album up to that day. He looked at the collie as he started writing on it. "And what is your name, my dear collie?"
"Trish," She blurted out. "I mean, Patricia. But my friends call me Trish. My name's Patricia, Trish is just a nickname that..."
"Whoa!" Tyler interrupted her. "Calm down, breath!" He giggled at the hyperventilating canid. "So may I call you Trish and consider myself your friend?"
A huge smile spread across Patricia's muzzle, her teeth flashing out at Tyler. "Yes!" She shouted, causing several fans to look back, getting the wrong impression that the shout had come from the female on Haven's lap. "Scuse me, I mean, yes." She couldn't stop wagging her tail as Tyler wrote his autograph on the LP.
***
"Thanks again for the autograph." Trish smiled softly, carefully holding her gift. "I still can't believe it's true." She stood facing Tyler, both still inside the bus, which was parked in front of the hotel. The other fans were leaving one by one as the band members went inside the hotel for their needed rest.
"It was my pleasure. The band's a success thanks to fans like you, so I guess it's the least I could do." Tyler hugged her to make a point, the collie quickly wrapping her arms around him. "It's too bad we have to split now, because..." He was suddenly cut off as Patricia kissed him, murring as she did so.
Tyler's eyes grew wide. He was glad he was inside the bus, out of any reporter's sight. When someone kissed a famous fur and someone sees it, you could be sure it would be in the headlines the day after. As Trish pulled back from her kiss, he looked at her and blinked. "Wow... Way too bad we have to split!" He blushed.
Ashamed, the canid looked down at her feet and turned her back to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It's just..." She stopped talking as a paw reached under her chin and gently turned her head so she was looking into Tyler's grayish eyes.
"It's OK." He said, with a soft voice, before kissing her back. Noticing she wasn't able to say anything the moment after the kiss, he decided to break the silence himself. "Are you sure you have to leave?"
Patricia's ears flattened against her head as she sighed. "Yeah. I don't live here; I'm staying at a friend's place, so... If I don't go back she'll freak out. And what if my mom sees me in the newspaper walking in a hotel with you? She'd get ideas, and they would all be right and... I really can't... Even though I wanted to."
"Tomorrow." Patricia tilted her head, not understanding what Tyler meant. "Why don't you come over tomorrow? We can stay in my room, away from anyone's eyes." The reply came in the form of another toothy grin from the collie, who hugged him tightly and kissed him. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down!" He giggled.
***
As the morning sun came up, the members of Moonrise came down one by one to the restaurant, into a V.I.P. area that was specially prepared for them to avoid the fans' harassment while they had breakfast. Emerick Norland, the bassist, was the first to come down, sitting on one of the many chairs spread out through the room and drinking a cup of coffee. Soon, he was joined by Tyler.
"Had a bad dream or something? You look like you've been through hell and back to tell the story," Emerick 'greeted' as Tyler dropped his almost limp body onto a three-seat couch.
"Well, thanks! You look good too!" In reality, he wasn't able to sleep as much as he wanted to; he spent most of the night replaying, in his mind, the moment Patricia kissed him. Tyler tried to fake out a bad mood, snarling lightly at the cheetah, but Emerick knew him too well.
"Yeah, not many are lucky to have my great looks and beautiful fur... You should be glad you're famous, or else you'd never get laid!" he laughed, as Tyler growled at him in response.
After a few moments of not-so-productive conversation, Aurick Jannen, Moonrise's lead guitarist, came in the room, stretching his arms and perking his ears up as a clapping sound surprised him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the one and only, the guitar God, the sexiest damn wolf in the whole wide world: Mister Aurick Jannen!" Emerick shouted, wagging his tail and laughing in amusement as he saw Aurick's reaction, and Tyler went on with the joke.
"Remove thy panties! Kneel down and worship my humongous co-oof!..." Tyler said, before getting cut off by a cushion that hit him on the muzzle. "Ouch! Hey, don't blame me! You're the one getting all the females all bothered!"
"Yeah, and maybe a couple of males too, if you know what I mean." Emerick added to the thought, another laughter coming from the joking pair.
"Wow! You two are pretty cheered up this morning. What justifies the sudden joy burst?" Aurick giggled slightly as he calmly sat down on the couch, on the opposite side to Tyler.
"Well, if you didn't notice it, we just gave out one hell of a show! Last night was great!" Tyler commented, and Emerick nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, we did, didn't we? Damn, it had been long since we've last had so much fun in a concert. I think this was the best one since... What?"
"Since the 'Mirrors and Flames' tour opening?" Came the choir from both band mates.
"Oh, yeah! Can you remember the crowd singing along on 'Open Highway'?"
"Unforgettable!"
"'Cause darling, / I'm here at last, / With you by my side, / Holding you this way. / Let go from the past, / 'Cause you know I'll just ride," The three sang together, each of them moving their fingers as if they were playing their instruments.
"Along this open highway!" Came Gail Harper's unmistakable voice as he walked in the room, the long 'highway' shout coming out easily from his lungs as they sang the chorus of their first big hit.
"Yeah! No one sings it like you do, man!" Aurick smiled as Gail bowed to the three band mates and walked to the chair by Emerick's side.
"So, have the three of you been singing old hits all morning, or did I just get my timing right?"
"Nah, just memories from old times." Tyler replied.
"Oh! The unforgettable opening concert to 'Mirrors and Flames'?"
"The one and only!" Tyler replied, once again, with a grin. "And talking about the band, where's our drummer bear?" He couldn't help thinking about the female who had accompanied him in the bus the night before. He'd probably be very tired due to both the bus and the female's rides.
"Well, I guess he's hibernating!" Emerick joked, not being able to miss such an opportunity, and causing all others to laugh.
It was only about half an hour later that they heard the sound of someone drumming on the walls, the noise making its way to the door, where Haven appeared, his paws rapidly slamming the door's frame.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Came the brown bear's deep voice. "Put your paws together and hold your tails up high for the most beautiful pair of females you'll ever see..." he bent forward slightly to make a joke. "(But never touch!): Kathlyn and Sarah!" The bear stepped aside, motioning for the females to come into view.
The four dropped their jaws as they gazed at the two females: one a black haired bengal tiger (with the regular orange and white fur with black stripes); the other a red haired red fox. Both of them were beautiful, to say the least. Tyler was also surprised by the fact that none of those was the female from the night before. Haven seems to have quite a lot of stamina, he thought.
As the four furs snapped back to reality, the two females came in the room and sat on a couch, Haven sitting between the two and starting the conversation as they had breakfast without a rush.
***
It was only a couple of hours later that the two lucky fans left the hotel. Then they all headed up to Gail's room, where the conversation soon started again, but with a new topic.
"So, Haven? Tell me something?" Gail started.
"Yes?"
"What did you do to those two females we saw just a couple of minutes ago, and how the fuck did you do it?"
Haven laughed at the question.
"Well, answering your first question: Let's just say none of us really got any sleep..." And just when they thought he was actually going to be discreet about it; "...since we were too busy with all the yiffing."
This caused Aurick to choke on the water he was drinking. "All the what?" He asked, when he finally recomposed.
Haven chuckled at that, looking at Aurick with a grin.
"What? Has it been too long since you even heard the word 'yiff', Aurick?" He joked, causing all others to laugh. "Jokes aside; yeah, I did get some 'action' with two females at a time, yeah it was great, yeah I do need some rest or I'll end up walking around like a damn zombie."
"Okay. So what about the second question?" Gail asked, again.
"Well, I guess my deep voice, my sculptural body and my indescribable beauty did all the work, 'cause I didn't even say much."
"Yeah, right! You call this 'sculptural'?" Emerick poked the bear's belly.
"I heard no complaints from the girls."
"They were probably too high to even know where they were, anyway." Aurick fired out, causing a sudden roar of laughter from his colleagues (all of them, except for Haven).
The conversation went on like that for another hour or so. After that, each of them returned to their respective rooms; the five deciding against lunch together, since they all wanted some time by themselves.
Just as Tyler closed the door to his room, his phone rang, startling the thoughtful wolf.
"Hello?" He paused for a moment, then his ears suddenly perked as he smiled. "Oh, ok! Tell her to wait, please, I'll be down in a minute!"
***
"I thought you'd only come over at night or something! Hi!" Tyler wagged his tail happily as he walked through the hotel lobby and greeted Patricia with a hug.
"Sorry for not going upstairs, they kind of made me wait and called you. And I was free for lunch, so..." She smiled up at the slightly taller wolf. "I'm hoping you won't disappoint me saying we can't have lunch together."
Offering her an arm, he walked along with her to the stairs. "It'd be my pleasure to share a meal with such a beautiful collie." And caused Patricia to blush slightly. "What do you say we go up to my room? We'll have more privacy there."
"Sounds wonderful."
As both climbed up the stairs, a weasel with brownish fur observed them, writing something down on a small notebook. "Damn, wish I had my camera."
***
Later on, in Tyler's room, both relaxed by the table as they finished their lunch.
"I'm hoping it didn't taste too bad. The food in this hotel isn't very nice, I'm afraid." Tyler said, chuckling.
"No, no, it was very nice!" Patricia giggled as she looked back at Tyler and reached for his paw.
Tyler grinned and wagged his tail in amusement (something he didn't do much). "I know you're not saying the truth."
She blushed lightly and started laughing at that. "Okay, it wasn't very nice... But it was edible!"
"Come on! You can do better then that!"
"Okay, it tasted bad." She replied, wagging her tail.
"That's not enough! Come on!" The wolf shouted, getting up from his chair and laughing. "Show me you're pissed!"
"This food sucked!" She shouted, laughing and hugging Tyler.
Tyler suddenly tensed up as Trish hugged him. He looked down at her to meet her brown eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist as he came back to reality. "That's better."
Trish noticed the wolf as he tried to relax, and reached up to his neck, scritching gently. Tyler slowly leaned down, kissing her warmly as he held her tighter, causing her to murr. It was only several moments later that they broke the kiss, and silence took over the room as their eyes gazed into each other. Neither knew what to say as emotions and thoughts ran through both their minds, until instinct took over and Tyler leaned down, his lips meeting her neck.
"Oh Tyler..." The wolf felt Patricia's paw's trailing down his back, her heart racing. "Please keep going."
"You sure about this?"
Trish had doubts. Loads of them. However, she knew she'd have doubts whenever she'd get in a situation such as this. "Yes."
The collie felt his paws running down her sides, and starting to slowly pull her shirt up, her fur being exposed inch by inch. The fur on her back, part of her arms and most of her legs and tail was golden; her belly and chest, most of her arms, the rest of her legs and tail and her neck all had a pure white fur, the last one separating the golden fur on her back from the golden and dark brown fur on her face. Tyler smiled to himself as he made those observations on her exposed fur, finding it quite beautiful, as was the collie covered by it.
Her shirt came up over her chest, revealing her breasts, covered only by a white bra that didn't leave much for one's imagination as her slightly hardened nipples perked up against the fabric. As the wolf looked up at her, he noticed a very slight blush under her fur, and a rather innocent smile on her golden and white muzzle. He smiled softly to her, the collie raising her arms as he pulled the shirt all the way up and tossed it aside, taking some time to admire her body and her fur, not bothering to suppress a low murr. "Very nice."
Patricia's blush grew in intensity as she lowered her arms, rubbing his shoulders as the wolf's muzzle moved down on her chest, his tongue lapping the long, soft fur. Even though it didn't take long, it felt like an eternity for Trish until the wolf finally reached the tuff fur between her breasts, giving it a sniff as he took in her scent, which already had evidence of her growing arousal; she hardly even noticed as his fingers undid the button on her pants and started to pull down the zipper.
Tyler's thoughts were somewhat blurry as her pheromones did their job on him. He gently nuzzled the fur on her tummy when he kneeled down to pull her pants down to her feet. "Lift your feet, please, my dear?" He looked up at her, smiling lightly. As Trish's pants were tossed aside, the wolf got back up on his feet, taking her into his embrace once again, their tongues entwining in a passionate kiss and the collie responded with a soft moan. Slowly, the pair made its way to the bed, and Trish sat down on it, pushing herself back and propping her back up against the headboard. Tyler crouched up to the collie, his tail wagging playfully.
"So, does my little collie want something?" He giggled, rubbing his muzzle sideways with hers, which now bared a mischievous grin.
"Question is;..." Her paws moved to her now arched back, the wolf automatically taking this opportunity to stare right at her breasts. "Does my little wolf wants something?" That said she pulled her bra away from her, tossing it aside as she revealed her breasts to him, always under the appreciative gaze of the wolf.
Tyler had no doubts in his instinct driven mind as he leaned forward, lightly pressing his nose to the fur between her mounds. Patricia couldn't help but giggle as she arched her back to him, her paws softly caressing his head as she watched. She felt something like a light, pleasant tickle as he nibbled her fur, making his way over her fur, and started to murr as the warmth of his tongue covered her left nipple.
His lips enveloped Patricia's nipple as Tyler felt her paws running down his back and her chest rumbling from her murrs, encouraging him further. Tingles shot up the dog's spine as he started to softly suckle on her sensitive skin; her paws reached down to his shirt, pulling it back up with them.
After having his shirt removed, the wolf shifted his attentions to her right breast, his tongue sending pleasant tingles up her spine, and one of his paws running down the white fur of her belly. Trish smiled appreciatively whenever she caught a glance of Tyler's muscles, her arousal growing quickly as she hugged him and felt a paw tracing down her tummy and reaching her white panties. "My little wolf is hungry, yes?"
The wolf suddenly blushed and looked up at her, giggling. "The 'little' part doesn't really help me here."
Trish couldn't help but laugh as she playfully pet the wolf's ear. "Oh, so you're a big wolf, huh?" She grinned, winking suggestively at him.
"Yes." He grinned back, his paw rubbing down over her panties. "That's much better." His fingers pressed gently against her as they moved over her covered sex, the sudden pleasure taking a gasp from the collie. Tyler watched her reaction carefully, the dog's eyes shut as she took in short breaths every time his fingers rubbed over her moistening underwear. "I think my little collie's the one who's hungry."
The only response coming from the collie was a soft moan as she tilted her head back. Tyler's paws started to pull her panties down, but stopped just before uncovering her sex and scritched down her thighs, and the collie's fur bristled up from the teasing. Tyler moved further down her body and, holding her panties between his fangs, pulled them back the rest of the way down, taking a good sniff of her arousal on his way down.
After tossing her panties back, Tyler kneeled down in front of her, his eyes tracing down her body until his gaze came to rest between her thighs, and Trish shivered lightly as if his gaze was caressing her most intimate region, her legs spreading wider for him. The wolf leaned down, kissing the inner side of her left thigh and making his way up along it.
"Tyler..." Patricia shivered under his attentions as the wolf came closer and closer. "Keep going."
And he had no intentions of stopping. A shiver bristled up the collie's fur as she felt him take a sniff at her wet sex, the scent of her arousal now very strong. She looked down in time to see his muzzle come closer, and his tongue peeking out to lap over her folds, sending a sudden wave of pleasure up her spine. "Oh, Tyler!"
Tyler let his tongue lap at her folds, noting her rather sweet taste, before curling it around her clit. Patricia's tail suddenly went stiff; she could only react to the sudden rush with a short intake of breath, her hips rolling up at his tongue in ecstasy. Every time his warm tongue rubbed her sensitive nub of flesh, a jolt ran up her spine, and she felt a soft tingling inside her sex. That tingling became stronger as she felt the tip of his tongue entering her, sliding against her inner walls and bringing a soft gasp to her muzzle.
Tyler's mind was almost in auto-pilot now, as all he did was guide his tongue as he looked for her most sensitive spots, murring in delight as he felt her pre cum running over his tongue. He moved his paws down her thighs, his right one going down to her sex as he pulled his muzzle away a bit. As Trish looked down, trying to see why he had stopped, she felt his fingers spreading her folds and his muzzle pressing against her exposed flesh, his tongue diving deep inside her and causing a sudden jolt to rock her body, her insides spasming from his attentions.
"Yes... Oh, my wolf..." Trish's paws moved down, holding Tyler's head in place as his tongue started thrusting inside her, and his fingers softly rubbed over her sex.
Tyler could feel her spasming around his tongue, and her murrs and gasps told him to keep going. He smiled to himself as he laid down on his belly and one of her legs came to rest over his back. As he opened an eye, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, and how it turned him on to see her with her eyes closed, moaning from time to time as her chest was an evidence of her fast breathing.
Somewhat hesitantly, he pulled his tongue out from her warmth, quickly stretching a finger from his right paw and pressing it against her entrance. He murred as he watched his finger sink into her and saw and felt her body's reactions to it as it sank up past the second knuckle. He waited some time for her to get used to the feeling, then slowly pulled his finger almost all the way out, only to push it back in as far as he could.
Patricia felt like she was in heaven, having the wolf pleasuring her like that. Not only that; but a very famous wolf. It felt like a dream to her, like she was being a roadie for a day. But it wasn't the same. As much as she loved the "drug, sex and rock 'n' roll" idea, there was something more besides the rock star fingering her and the joint she had smoked a couple of hours before. Still, she couldn't concentrate on that as she couldn't disconnect her mind from her aroused sex (nor did she want to).
Concentrating on any thoughts became even harder as her sex was further spread by a second finger, and she tilted her head back in surprise and delight, letting out a loud moan which she immediately regretted as it probably could've been heard in the corridor. From then on she started holding back some, but never stopping to moan from the immense pleasure his fingers were giving her.
Watching Trish as he fingered her made Tyler's tail wag behind him, his own arousal rising. He started with slow, firm thrusts into her with his fingers, occasionally rubbing their pads over her inner walls, in which she responded to by rolling her hips against his paw. He noticed the way her insides were spasming, and she gave short intakes of breath from time to time, her paws holding him tight against her sex. Taking that as a sign, he leaned forwards and took her clit into his muzzle, suckling and flicking his tongue tip against it.
Her back arched further as it was too much for the collie to take. Her eyes were shut tight as she was pushed over the edge, rolling her hips against his fingers and muzzle as she rode her climax. Tyler's fingers started becoming soaked with her cum as he kept thrusting them in and out of her, smiling widely as he watched the female in her pleasure.
Feeling like it was never coming to an end, Trish let out short moans as she felt his fingers pushing in and out of her, her entire fur bristled up from it, and her clit sent wave after wave up her spine. Moments later, her climax finally subsided; her inner walls lightening up on their spasms. As her mind came back to reality, she opened her eyes and looked down, not believing a rock star had just fingered her to an orgasm.
The wolf pulled his muzzle away from her folds, looking up at her with a grin as his fingers were now stopped, still deep inside her. He moved up along her body, leaning down to suckle on one of her nipples, his fingers still caressing her insides.
Patricia let out a soft moan, giggling as he suckled on her breast, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. She smiled as his fingers slowly slid out from her sex and he brought them up to his muzzle, licking them clean in front of her. "That's a major turn on for me, you know?" She grinned to him.
Tyler smiled up at her, his fingers now licked clean, and rested his muzzle between her breasts playfully. "By your reactions, I'd say it turned you on more when my fingers were inside you."
Patricia hit his muzzle lightly as she laughed and blushed widely. Tyler giggled at her reaction, moving up to hug her and softly kiss her lips, their tails wrapping around each other.
"Hmmm, that was nice..." She said as they broke the kiss several minutes later. As the collie's fingertips traced small circles on the wolf's back, she shifted on the bed and was a bit surprised by a bulge brushing over her thigh. "Seems you liked it too, huh?" She giggled.
"Definetly." He chuckled, nuzzling into her cheek softly, his tail waving behind him as he leaned back, giving Trish a nice view of the volume underneath his pants. As her eyes trailed down over his form, a soft blush came to her cheeks, her breathing a bit faster in her nervousness. "Trish? Something wrong?"
As she snapped back to reality, she looked up into his eyes, gulping before stuttering. "Tyler, I... Well it's just I... I'm so scared that you'll just totally forget about me after this. That I'll be like just another groupie you had."
The wolf sighed as he leaned closer to her, hugging her tightly and looking into her eyes. "Listen, Trish... I know it's easy to think I'll do that, but I swear; I'd never do that to someone like you. I won't forget you. Just because we didn't wait till a third date doesn't mean I'm just using you." The collie looked into his eyes for a bit, nodding slowly, her form still trembling softly.
"Okay... I'm not using you either, you know? Neither am I with you just for your fame..." She smiled to him, a thought crossing her mind, 'Even though I'm sure I'd never do this to anyone else and his fame did play a part on it all.' She chose to keep that to herself, though, ashamed that she had thought that and even more from it being truth.
"I know, Trish. I know it's not just that." He smiled, leaning to rub his nose to hers but being surprised with a warm kiss, his ears perking as he looked at the collie.
"Tyler... Make love to me?"
The wolf blinked a few times, waiting for whatever was causing him to see and hear things to fade. "What was that? I think I misheard you."
"Will you make love to me now? Please?" Tyler couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even though he did expect it to happen, deep inside something kept telling him she'd never even consider it. A wide smile crossed his muzzle as that something was proved wrong. "I need you." The collie's soft words sounded like a soft melody to him.
"Yes. I will, Trish."
Her tail thumping on the bed beneath them, her paws reached down almost too fast, her shaking fingers having a bit of a hard time working on his pants' fly. "Calm down!" The wolf giggled, watching her in amusement. "Take a deep breath, no need to rush." He moved to the side for a split second, pulling a match and lighting up a stick of incense he had left on the bed stand. "Just something to help you chill." He grinned, the white smoke snaking upwards.
As the collie did as she was told, her fingers finally undoing the button and pulling his zipper down. It wasn't long before Tyler's pants joined the collie's on the floor, the wolf rolling onto his back to give her space as her paws now reached down for his underwear. Tyler couldn't help but chuckle as he moved his feet, taking his shoes and socks off a bit too skillfully.
"That's a nice trick." The collie giggled, causing the wolf to blush as he noticed she was watching him. "Something you learned from a groupie?" She grinned.
"Shut up." He laughed, hugging her hips as her paws pulled his underwear down. The collie's gaze fell on his swollen sheath and the exposed inches of his wolfhood, the length pulsing lightly and swelling further as Tyler's arousal grew.
Trish grinned, complimenting the wolf's member in her thoughts as she slid her paw over it, stroking it until it was fully erect. The female's loud murr made Tyler grin as he knew she was definitely not disappointed.
"Be gentle, ok?" As the collie moved up Tyler's form, straddling his hips, his eyes met hers, holding one of her paws tightly in his and nodding to help her feel more calm, noting her nervousness from the shaking paw.
"I will. Don't worry." Tyler rubbed her paw gently, watching her and smiling reassuringly as the collie moved. When he felt the very tip of his length touching her sex he shivered too, bracing himself.
As the wolf's length spread her and sank into her warmth inch by inch the collie shuddered, her eyes closed tight as she held her breath for a few seconds, finally letting it out with a shudder as she took half of the wolf's shaft inside her. "Oooh God... This can't be true." She giggled.
Tyler had a bit of trouble himself getting used to the sudden pleasure. He was definitely surprised by how good this felt, being used to the meaningless and drug-fueled yiffs with the groupies. "What exactly?"
"Well... I met Tyler, from Moonrise... And I'm having sex with him! A world famous rock star!" She laughed, looking into his eyes as she finally hilted his length into her sex, her inner muscles contracting around him. Tyler laughed in unison, waving his tail in delightful surprise. He couldn't believe how different it felt with her. He did know it'd feel different to have sex with someone you cared more deeply for, just not this much. He finally settled his head back, looking into Patricia's eyes as she began to move on his length, her fur bristled in pleasure as his paw moved to stroke over her breasts.
Thoughts raced through the collie's mind. She couldn't really believe this was happening. She was having sex with someone she just met, was, by own will, on top, and as if that wasn't enough, the male underneath her was one of the greatest stars of rock n' roll of her time. That, and also the fact that he felt like a perfect fit inside her. She was feeling like an alpha female, above any other female, and loving it.
It wasn't long before the collie was moving quickly back and forth on Tyler's shaft, leaning over him as he suckled her breasts, a wide grin on her muzzle as she felt dominant, powerful... Filled. Her entire fur rippled every time she sank his length back inside her, pleasure shooting from her inner sex and from her clit as it brushed over his fur, the stirring in her lower tummy growing in intensity quickly.
Tyler wasn't too far behind either as every small bump inside Patricia's sex drove him more and more wild, awed from the immense pleasure he was getting. He suckled almost instinctively on the collie's breasts, having only realized what he was doing long moments after he took a nipple into his muzzle, his mind blurry and focusing almost exclusively on his wolfhood. His hips ached for him to thrust back up into the collie, but she already had a paw holding him down before he could focus enough to do so. He was very surprised at how the once shy collie was now so dominant on him.
"Come on... Moan for me, wuffy." Trish chuckled as she stroked a paw over her hair, pulling it off her face to watch the wolf's surprised look at her words. She was definitely having fun with him this way, not only from the pleasure she got, but from being almost dominant on a wolf that brought most girls to their knees. Her orgasm was nearing quickly as she moved her sweat covered form over his.
As the collie rode him, Tyler could feel himself on the verge of his climax. He reached under a pillow, grabbing a flask and shakingly taking out two pills, taking one and placing the other inside the collie's muzzle wordlessly. Trish thought she'd never even try this in her life, but from all the pleasure she had at the moment, she thought to herself it wouldn't hurt much, as she already was inches away from being Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Closing his eyes tightly and gripping the bed sheets, Tyler gave a loud howl of pleasure, being finally pushed over the edge as his knot slipped into the collie's sex and got a firm squeeze from the collie's inner muscles. Trish watched him almost proudly as her squeeze was just in time to push him to his orgasm, feeling his length pulse inside her and his knot swelling, bracing herself before his warm cum started to fill her, claw tips almost digging into his hips as a huge wave of pleasure washed over her and colors seemed to pulse before her eyes.
Patricia almost laughed to herself, her body moving fluidly as her mind seemed to drift off. Every deep breath she took brought more of the incense smoke into her lungs, driving her mind in a kind of a trance as the pleasure of both combined. The wolf under her wasn't in much of a different state, though the drugs did not affect him as much, having done this quite a few times before. It felt like ages had past, but it was only a few moments later that Trish reached her own peak.
His pleasure just slowing down, Tyler shuddered in surprise as he felt the collie clench around his length, eyes opening slowly to watch her as she rode her pleasure, bright colors swirling around her form as the acid made it's effect on him, his paws digging into the bed's covers. Above him, Trish was high up in pleasure, her mind feeling like it was drifting away from her body as she shouted. "This is fucking Nirvana!"
Long moments after, Trish nearly crashed onto Tyler's chest, both panting in exertion and hugging each other tightly as they lay tied to each other by the wolf's knot. Tyler watched her as he kissed along his muzzle, the drugs having a much stronger effect on her since she wasn't one to do drugs too often. "Man, I love you so much." She blurted out, chuckling to herself as Tyler's paws stroked over her back, and he couldn't help but chuckle too. "Honey... Right now you'd be in love with a tree judging by how that pill hit you." Both laughing, Trish had just opened her muzzle to say something but was cut off by the sudden ringing of the phone, her eyes blinking and looking around her as the sound seemed to be followed with bursts of light all around her.
Chuckling knowingly at her reaction, Tyler reached out for the phone, glad it didn't ring a few minutes before. "Hello?"
"Hey, Tyler? It's me." He recognized Aurick's voice. "Listen, I've got some nice riffs I just came up with and wanted to try out, but my guitar's strings seem to be going dead. Do you have spare strings there?"
He held back on chuckling at Trish as she circled a finger over his chest, her hips dancing slightly on him, probably to the rhythm of a song playing in her head. Holding that back made him sound like he was annoyed, though. "Why don't you get a pack from the truck? I'm pretty sure we have some there."
"I checked it out, but there's none there. I think we must have put them somewhere else, but I really need to get these riffs written down."
This time Tyler did get kind of annoyed, though. Not only would he have to leave the room for now, but he'd also have to pull out of Trish with his knot still a bit swollen, which was very uncomfortable in his pants. But he knew he could be back right after, and this did seem important. "Okay! I'll lend you one of my spare packs."
"Okay, I'll be right there!"
Tyler opened his mouth to say "yes", but then remembered Trish was with him, and he definitely didn't think it'd be a good idea for them to see her like this. "No! No! No! I'll bring them over there! Don't worry!" He blurted out, maybe a bit too quick, he thought.
"Well... Okay then, your call! See you in a bit?"
"See you! I'll be there in a sec!"
As he hung up, he looked up into the collie's dazed eyes. "Where are you going, lover?" She chuckled.
"I have to help Aurick out with something, Trish." He said, gently rolling her onto her back as he very carefully pulled his knot and length out of her, shuddering and causing her to moan.
"Awwww, I liked it in there!" She pouted, but chuckled right after.
"I'm sure you did, but I can't really walk around with that this way, huh?" He thought for a bit trying to figure a way to help her come back to herself even if just partly. "Why don't you go wash your face and dry that sweat off? I'll be back in a bit, ok?" He said, reaching for some of his clothes.
"Okay... I'll be waiting for you." She said, winking as she spread her legs at him to make a point.
He chuckled to himself as he got dressed. "Damn, for someone who was all timid you sure know how to be a tease."
After he had his clothes on, he reached into one of his bags to grab some guitar strings, checking to see if he had all six, and then heading off to Aurick's room.
***
After quite a few knocks on the door, Tyler gave up, and leaned down to slip the strings one by one under the door, figuring Aurick had to go somewhere and would find the strings there when he came back. Shrugging it off, he started walking back to his room.
Tyler gave a few knocks on the door, perking an ear in slight confusion as he could've sworn to hear some whispering inside. As the door suddenly flew open, he widened his eyes, startled and not even having time to figure out what was going on.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" Came the shouts as all four other band members rushed out of the bedroom and fired a white cloud on him with the Hotel's fire extinguishers. He could only close his eyes and hold his breath as the white cloud surrounded him, his entire fur covered in it. As the fog slowly settled, his now totally white form was revealed, coughing and shaking his paws to disperse the white cloud. As he started to make sense of what had happened, he looked at the four band mates and Trish, who was laughing as she peeked at him.
"Well, Sir, the fire's out. Our job here is done." Emerick greeted Tyler with a nod of his head, turning and walking away calmly, but laughing as he did so.
"Ma'am!" Haven greeted, the collie waving and smiling in response. The bear turned around to Tyler, chuckling. "White wolf!" And then walked away too.
Gail just patted Tyler's shoulder, a small white cloud forming from it. "It was nice seeing you!" He smirked, and then walked along with Haven and Emerick.
"Sorry man, I just couldn't let this one pass!" Aurick laughed, shaking Tyler's paw. "No hard feelings?"
Tyler coughed, shaking some of the dust off his fur. "Nah! I knew it was taking too long for someone to pull some kind of stunt like this one out." The now grayish white wolf chuckled.
Aurick turned to the collie. "It was nice meeting you, Trish! Have fun with the 'Denn', but try not to cripple him! I'd hate to be a lone guitarist!" The black wolf smirked, before turning around and leaving too.
Tyler walked into the room, shaking the white dust off his clothes and fur and looking at Trish who was still laughing, wearing only a robe. Chuckling to himself he glared at her. "Oh, sure, laugh at me, make fun of me!"
Trish was doing her best not to bust up laughing in amusement. "Oh, shut up, whitey!"
The wolf laughed loudly, pushing her onto the bed and waving tail. "Yeah, make fun of me, you heartless man eater!"
As she got up and hugged him tightly, Trish pawed at his back, giggling at the white dust that still came from his clothes. "Well, how about you join me in the shower, and I'll hum... "Eat" you up?" She winked, shifting slightly as her robe fell of her shoulders.
"That is an offer I certainly can not refuse." He murred, taking one of her paws in his and walking to the bathroom with her, the door shutting as their clothes were left on the floor on their way.