Alisha Rules The World
#10 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!
Heya furballs, and welcome back to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! The shutdown of Yiffstar and the boot-up of SoFurry has prevented me from uploading these stories as I planned on the week leading up to Christmas Day, but that doesn't mean anything! All that's happened is that these stories have been delayed, and that delay is now over! The special is up, and this year's batch of stories based on music I particularly enjoy is go!
Today, on December 30th 2009, this second of these five stories is uploaded to both SoFurry and Fur Affinity. All the short stories for this year are now done! On the 31th however, a longer story will go up. It was meant for Christmas Day, but what can you do? It'll continue Cameron and Ryan's story from last year's 25th upload, and I hope you find it enjoyable!
But I've waffled on quite enough, I think. These stories have been delayed enough; it's time to read! Read on, celebratory furs, and enjoy!
- Ol' Saint Fae
Alisha Rules The World
Alisha never remembered the elevator ride being as long the last time the invite had come. It might have been the tingle of arousal that raced along excited nerves, or it might have been memories of nights gone by. Perhaps the perfume had been put on a bit thick, and the little elevator car was swimming in the powerful scents. Whatever the reason, the fox's fingers clasped tightly at his paws.
Alisha wasn't his real name, of course. That was a girl's name, and the length of malehood that strained against his thick sheath was more than enough evidence to prove himself hardly a female. That was the only thing male about him in that moment, however. His clothing was feminine, a red, silk dress slit down one leg. Diamond studs adorned both his ears. Lipstick, eyeliner and mascara accentuated his effeminate facial features and defined his fur. His hair was long enough to reach halfway down his back, and it was tied off in an elaborate braid. Jet black high heels made his footpaws ache, but they completed the illusion. Anyone who didn't simply reach up under his dress and slip their fingers into his snug, black-lace panties would have guessed him to be a vixen. A well-dressed vixen, no less.
His stomach jumped slightly as the elevator came to a quick stop at the very top of the building. Forty-third floor, if he recalled right. The apartment at the very top was home to his present object of affection, and it was quite the home indeed. A screen lit up at Alisha's side, and his two emerald eyes shifted to glance over at it. The male face that stared back at him was lapine, and the rabbit had a smile on his middle-aged face that belied his years. It was youthful, and it stole that time from his features as Alisha gave him a wink. "Hi, baby," he said. His voice, as with every other aspect of his appearance, was purely feminine. "Gonna let me in? I've got a treat for you."
"I bet you do, Ally," came the rabbit's reply as his smile broadened. The screen flickered off again as his reached for something off-screen, and a moment later the door to the elevator opened. Marble floor and walls greeted Alisha's eyes as she turned to the room that lay beyond the elevator, and a smile creased his muzzle. The rabbit - Harry to his friends - was one of his better-off guys. Alisha's heels clicked on the stone floor as he strode into the long room, and his eyes flicked back and forth across the walls. Sculptures were raised on pedestals, and ornate tapestries decorated the black marble behind them. He fought to hold back a derisive sniff; Harry's penthouse on the other side of the country was considerably better-decorated. Of course, his wife and kids were there, too. That would make visits there considerably more difficult.
From a small doorway halfway down the passage emerged the rabbit. His grey fur was all that differentiated him from the walls, as the black robe that wrapped around his body made him almost blend in with the decor. His arms were folded as he leaned against the doorway, and he smiled as Alisha made his slow, steady way over towards Harry. Alisha dictated the flow. The tempo was of his choosing; Harry danced to Alisha's tune, not the other way around. "How's my precious bunny been, hmm?" he asked as he approached. There would be no hug. There never was.
"He's been missing his girl," Harry replied with a broader smile as he stepped back from the doorway. Alisha swept right on past him, almost heedless of the arm that encircled his waist. He slowed his gait and took a moment to lean into the gesture, and Alisha had to hide the smile from his face. If Harry knew 'his girl' was really a barely-legal fox boy with far too much money and free time, he probably wouldn't be so thrilled. Of course, such a situation wasn't exactly a bad thing for Alisha. They'd already spent a lot of time together, and the vulpine had quite the backlog of incriminating photos and videos gathered from over the last three months. If poor Harry was angry about his mistress' little secret, Alisha still had him in the palm of his paw. Alisha was in control.
After all, Harry had found the fox of his own volition. Even as Alisha walked into the far-less ostentatiously decorated living room, he remembered the night Harry had picked him up. It was at a charity fundraiser, just the kind of place Alisha often found his over-monied marks. A bunch of old business types, all too eager to throw their money around to impress one another. That night, Harry had found Alisha all by himself, wandering around and looking lost. As a matter of fact, the vulpine had simply been scoping out another target. When he'd turned out to be far less attractive than a first appraisal had implied - despite his intentions, Alisha had more than his fair share of vanity with his partners - Harry had filled the gap. They had talked, Alisha had worked his magic, and fifteen minutes later he had a load of the rabbit's cum in his mouth and an address to see him again the next week.
Sure, Alisha hadn't gotten his money's worth right away. Guys like Harry needed to be sweet-talked out of their cash. And so Alisha had been patient, gradually working himself into the rabbit's trust even as his muzzle worked down into the rabbit's expensive trousers. It was little things at first, like the refusal of gifts and the insistence that he be allowed to pay for his own expenses on their little outings. Only after a while did Alisha relent, and allow Harry to extend to the fox his considerable income. Every now and again Alisha had allowed him the reward of his muzzle again, and it pleased the vulpine greatly to learn that Harry's wife was hardly interested in certain sexual practices. Harry himself was considerably more explorative, though all Alisha allowed him at first was a warm mouth and eager tongue.
As Alisha sat himself down delicately in one of the rabbit's luxurious couches, he smiled in recollection. It had made Harry almost cum on the spot when he'd been told that Alisha was into anal. It was out of necessity more than anything else; the millionaire had his stifling wife if he wanted some pussy, and Alisha was somewhat lacking in that department. It didn't hurt that Harry liked Alisha to keep his clothes mostly on. It gave the rabbit a little thrill, and added to the forbidden nature of their trysts. That was key to Alisha's whole plan. One errant paw could tug on one inconvenient piece of cloth, and the whole charade could be unravelled. Some of Alisha's prey wanted a girly-boy. Most, like Harry, wanted a girl.
As Harry came back into Alisha's view, the fox allowed his coy smile to be seen. The rabbit carried two crystalline glasses filled with champagne in his paws, and he handed one off to Alisha's dainty grasp as he sat down beside the vulpine. "Not gonna keep a guy waiting too long, I hope," the rabbit said with a smirk, his fingers lifted to trail lightly down Alisha's cheek. "I've only got a couple hours before I'm expected elsewhere, and at least one of those has to be prep for going."
A mock indignant scowl spread across Alisha's face as he turned to regard the rabbit fully, taking only a sip of the champagne before he set it down on the floor. "Oh, so that's all, is it?" he said, sultry voice tinged with just the right amount of amusement. "Only have an hour for me, between work and wife? C'mon, baby... you gotta throw me a bone here, if you want me to keep coming back for more." Briefly, the vulpine's gaze dipped down to the rabbit's lap and the beginnings of the tent in his robes. "Not that the bone I usually get isn't enticing enough..."
Harry chuckled as he set his own glass aside, and he reached out to grasp tightly at Alisha's hips. The rabbit lifted him up and set him down into his lap, with the fox's knees resting on the cushion to either side. "Aww, don't be like that, Ally," he said, his voice apologetic even as it sounded as amused as Alisha's had. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. We'll go out shopping tomorrow, after I'm through with work. One of my credit cards, all of your desires. Anywhere you want, at least on this side of the country."
And there it was. Alisha had to hide the smile of childlike glee that threatened to spread across his face. With Harry's income, that probably meant a good thirty thousand dollars that would be his to direct within twenty-four hours. His money would be spent on luxurious items, the likes of which most people never even dreamed of owning. A few of those items would be kept for Alisha himself - some were too pretty or too lovely to part with - though most of them would be sold off. Seventy-five percent of their retail cost was enough to get anyone salivating over the items that Alisha was 'gifted', and he made a tidy profit from the venture. After all, the money to buy the items in the first place wasn't his own. It kept his house paid for, and it maintained his high-class lifestyle at the same time. Whores might make a lot of money, but Alisha made more than any of them. He often looked better doing it, too.
Slowly, gently but firmly, the fox ground his backside down against the bulge he felt in Harry's robe. "I suppose that might be okay," Alisha replied with a smile, as he draped his arms slowly over the rabbit's shoulders. "But that's tomorrow, and this is tonight. And I know my bunny's been missing me. Poor pent up honey... do you need a little help?"
Even before Harry could nod, Alisha had begun to lean back. His back arched slowly until he could bring his paws down to touch the floor, and with a grin he lithely rolled himself down and off the rabbit's lap. He pulled forward into a little crouch between Harry's legs as he smiled, and those legs widened slightly as the folds of the robe parted. "More than you could imagine, Ally," he replied, with a grin of his own spread across his face.
That was all the invitation the vulpine needed. With one paw on each of the rabbit's thighs, Alisha leaned in and nuzzled his way up and underneath the robe. Musk hit his face like a sledgehammer, and the fox shivered as he fought to retain some semblance of physical control. Males excited him, males with money and power surrendering that money and power to him was even more of an excitement, and males making that surrender without knowing that the girl beneath them was really a guy just set Alisha's nerves alight brighter than the sun. And yet as he nuzzled and nosed his way under the fabric and in against the rabbit's hardening length, he remembered his place enough to keep his own shaft from growing hard. His sheath plumped against the panties that he wore, and the fox gave thanks again for the restrictive chastity belt-like device that wrapped around it. No matter how excited he became - and he often became very excited - not a quarter-inch of his cock would be allowed out. It served its purpose well, and even did a good job at hiding his maleness from obvious sight.
For a few moments, Alisha simply inhaled deeply as he nuzzled up and down Harry's length. Sex might be a tool for him to get what he wanted, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy it every time. He'd learned back in high school that a lot of his older teachers were more than willing to pass out higher grades to students willing to go the 'extra' mile. Alisha had found out by accident; he'd wanted to suck off his English teacher just because he was curious as to how good the cute tiger would taste. As he slipped his lips up to delicately kiss his way up along Harry's length, a soft purr escaped Alisha's muzzle. Everyone wanted sex, and anyone who said they didn't was a blatant liar. Alisha knew how to give guys what they wanted, from the youthful, horny boys who'd trade favours for a snug hole to the older gentlemen like Harry, with wealth to throw around if their dirty little secrets were tended. It was a great way for Alisha to get by. He had all the males he could take, and earned more than enough treats for his efforts to live a rich life. Some can turn being a nymphomaniac into a perk, but Alisha had spent years honing it into a form of art.
Even as that deliciously male scent pervaded his nostrils, Alisha's fingertips dug tightly into Harry's thighs. The rabbit above him moaned deeply as the little fox slipped his lips up and around the tip of the lapine's shaft, and a husky, deep moan slipped from Alisha's muzzle before he could control himself. He needn't even have cursed himself for the slip, though. Above him, Harry laid his head back and moaned heatedly himself, loud enough to drown out Alisha's sounds. One of the rabbit's paws came down to gently rest atop Alisha's head, and it wasn't a moment before he applied just enough pressure to send the vulpine's muzzle sliding down towards the base of his length. "Oh, that's a good girl," he hissed, as inch after inch of his malehood was engulfed with the warmth of an eager mouth.
As his tongue curled slowly around that firm length of flesh, Alisha's eyes fell closed. The mixture of scent, taste and touch set his own malehood straining at its constraints, yet his own mental strength kept himself in line. His lips pressed tighter down around the base of the rabbit's shaft as his tongue wriggled up and down along it, and a little suckle drew another soft moan from Harry. The rabbit's legs twitched as Alisha murred quietly to himself, and he began to slowly draw his muzzle up and down along that length.
The rabbit's scent grew stronger in Alisha's nostrils, and he had to wonder just how long poor Harry had gone without what the fox offered. Every gasp and writhe when Alisha's lips and tongue worked up or down along the throbbing shaft buried in his muzzle brought a little thrill of pleasure to the fox. All the males he sought were like that. Their wives either had affairs of their own, or simply lost interest in sex altogether. The poor guys needed to let off some steam, and all too often it was all over a vulpine face. Alisha had already decided that that wouldn't happen on that night; the first spurt of Harry's pre across his tongue was more than enough to tempt him away from a good painting and towards a mouthful.
He twisted his head to the side as he worked himself back and forth, and squeezed tightly at the rabbit's thighs as he allowed himself a soft, feminine moan of pleasure. The sound must have reached Harry, because the rabbit's hips jerked up quickly as a splatter of pre painted the roof of the fox's muzzle. As Alisha drew back, he quickly swiped his tongue up and over the mess to sample the taste. While Harry was one of the more bitter guys Alisha'd had in his life, taste was hardly a part of it. His whole body was wrapped in pleasure, sensation that tingled along his every nerve. It would have been enough for the rabbit's shaft to be slipped between his soft lips, swallowed down by his hungry muzzle. Alisha enjoyed the act more than most.
But it was the game that made his sheath pulse, that made his cock strain, that made him want to moan and pant and whine. Every dip of his muzzle down along Harry's shaft bombarded the fox's senses with the essence of that rabbit's malehood, but his mind clicked away elsewhere. If it didn't, Alisha knew he would have cum twice already. Rather than focus on the male before him, Alisha let his experience body take care of it. His mind wandered to the game, to how he could further manipulate Harry out of his money. A hungry slurp that ran from the rabbit's tip to the base of his shaft heralded the option of a car. Harry's moan of pleasure above brought to mind how he'd feel to see his vixen in an expensive new dress. The squeeze of the rabbit's fingers against Alisha's head as he pulled the fox down hard along his shaft was dulled by the thought of a new pair of diamond earrings, or perhaps a necklace. Of course, Harry wasn't the most attractive guy Alisha'd ever had. That he was rich enough to further the fox's plans was just a bonus. The six other guys he had on the hook alongside him weren't enough to keep him satisfied. He needed at least one more on a consistent basis. He needed to feel that shaft pulse between his lips.
As Harry's legs twitched and Alisha worked quicker up and down along that length of flesh, the fox shivered. The night was young still. Even as the rabbit above him worked furiously to pump a hot load down Alisha's throat, the fox's attention had already turned to later. He knew that back home there were two more guys who didn't care about him being a male. He knew that they'd fuck him together, one in his backside and one in his muzzle, and that he'd finally get off. After all, he wouldn't be able to stay with Harry all night; people would begin to question that. Their little rendezvous was all for the sex, and Harry's invitation to take Alisha out for what he really wanted the next day was something that would be handled by meeting elsewhere. Much as the fox might want to doze off in the expensive beds of the expensive apartment with the cock of a rich bunny still oozing seed into his backside, it wasn't to be. Course, the lupine pair waiting back home would help tend to his physical needs. A smile spread across Alisha's lips as he felt Harry's hips twitch and jerk. It wasn't going to be long before his needs were met.
"God, babe... get ready..." The words from above the fox's head were almost met with a sniff of derision. Alisha could feel it, in the way he moved and ground himself up into every bob of the fox's head. He could smell it in the rabbit's musk, stronger and hotter since they started. He could taste it in the thickening of Harry's pre, and experience told him how far they'd come by the torturous ache of need that boiled away in his sheath. As so he hurried along, allowing for a moment his purely physical desires to kick in. His mouth watered as he all but slobbered messily along the rabbit's shaft, and a whine slipped from Alisha's muzzle as he licked and squeezed with his tongue. The rabbit was close, so very close, and the little vulpine wanted so badly to taste it. His legs twitched against the thick carpet as they spread a little wider, his tail hiked up high in the classic display of wanton need. He whined once more, and then again for good measure.
It set the rabbit off, as Alisha knew it would. His back arched as he humped up hard between Alisha's lips, and he moaned deep and low as the fox pulled himself back up to the rabbit's tip and gripped tightly at his base with one paw. The first jets of that thick seed washed over Alisha's tongue, and there was no way to disguise the moan of pleasure that slipped out of his muzzle. Harry was too far gone to notice, though. Every drop that was pumped up into Alisha's mouth was tasted, savoured, enjoyed enough to make the fox shiver with delight, before it was swallowed gratefully down. Warmth flowed through Alisha's body as he gulped down each and every shot the rabbit offered him, and his tongue worked quickly back and forth over the sensitive, pulsing flesh to tease out everything that Harry had. All that pent up frustration flowed out into Alisha's mouth, and the fox's tail lashed back and forth up high over his back as the taste and scent blanketed everything.
It took a while for Harry to come down from the high of his climax, and Alisha kept his mouth wrapped tightly around the rabbit's shaft for the whole of that time. He let not a single drop escape, as his own malehood pushed almost painfully up in an attempt to be free of his sheath. He felt how close he was to his own climax, how badly he wanted to be tipped over the edge, but the torture itself held a pleasure all its own for Alisha. He knew that he couldn't reach his climax as long as his shaft was trapped inside his sheath, and it let him focus completely on Harry. The sexual frustration he felt sharpened his mind rather than making him more desperate, and as the flow of the rabbit's fluids tapered off, the fox spent a few more moments to delicately and carefully clean the sticky shaft of anything he may have missed.
The fox murred quietly as he finally pulled back and off, and he presented the tip of Harry's shaft with a soft kiss as it began to soften. Alisha's eyes drifted up over the robed rabbit and smiled warmly as he winked. "Thank you, honey-bunny," he said, his voice soft and sultry as he smiled and rubbed back and forth over Harry's hips. "Hope we can do this again tomorrow, before and after we head out shopping... I missed how my bunny tastes."
As Harry reclined in his afterglow and favoured the slutty little fox with a smile, Alisha hid the grin from his own expression. A night spent doing what he'd want to go do anyway, and in the morning he'd have a shopping spree to show for it. Harry had even shifted his gaze to the calendar on the wall. In his mind, Alisha was sure he was figuring out what all he could offer to his 'good little girl.' It sent a shiver right up the fox's spine, and his concealed malehood pulsed and throbbed hard at the thought.
Harry was just one male, after all. Alisha commanded them all with his skills and desires, bent them to exactly what he wanted. Males were nothing; everything was his, if he licked his lips and smiled. And with the taste of Harry's seed strong in his muzzle, Alisha wouldn't have it any other way.
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Alisha Rules The World lyrics
She's an angel, but she sins sometimes
Dressed in white, gets drunk on red wine
Everyone loves her
But a child plays for pleasure and she'll play with your heart until she
Breaks down your defences one by one
So line up your soldiers and she'll shoot them all down
Coz Alisha rules the world
You think you found a dream, then it shatters and it seems,
That Alisha rules the world World
For her love of power, and she's as fragile as a flower
But you better
Line up your soldiers and she'll shoot them all down,
Coz Alisha rules the world
Alisha always walks where angels fear to fly
Perfection baby - you know you're qualified
Everyone loves her
But a child plays for pleasure and she'll play with your heart until she
Breaks down your defences one by one
So line up your soldiers, and she'll shoot them all down
Coz Alisha rules the world
You think you found a dream, then it shatters and it seems,
That Alisha rules the world
For her love of power, and she's as fragile as a flower
But you better
Line up your soldiers and she'll shoot them all down
Coz Alisha rules the world
And when it all comes down you realise
It's just her playful heart inside your mind
So line up your soldiers and she'll shoot them all down,
Coz Alisha rules the world
So line up your soldiers and she'll shoot them all down,
Coz Alisha rules the world
Alisha rules the world
You think you've found a dream
Alisha rules the world
Line up your soldiers and she'll shoot them all down,
Coz Alisha rules the world
You think you found a dream, then it shatters and it seems,
That Alisha rules the world
And there it is! The third story of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special 2009 is done! Comments are greatly appreciated, as are scores and favs and the like! Did you enjoy? I hope so! After all, there's still one more story to go, and it's the big one!
Stay tuned, furballs, and take care!