A Show Worth Remembering
After waiting for hours, the line finally began to move. Rising from the cold concrete, Isaiah stretched to shake the exhaustion out of his system. He hoped the concert would be worth it, but regardless he'd enjoy it as long as he was with the love of his life.
The black cat gave a yawn, still sleepy from a long day at work. He didn't get an opportunity to change into anything concert appropriate, wearing a slim fit pair of brown khakis with matching suede shoes and a navy blue button-down that hugged his fit form. He ran his fingers through his short dark cut of hair and yawned again, drowsiness seemingly inescapable.
"I hope you're not too tired to enjoy yourself, babe. This is going to be a wild night!" He heard a familiar voice exclaim from behind.
Rose had finally returned, eyes a pinkish hue after finishing a quick session of smoking. Isaiah was always amazed at how effortlessly beautiful she was.
A tall golden retriever, taller than him, with a wonderfully curvaceous body. Perky breasts rested atop a pudgy belly that gave way to wide hips and a plump behind. She wore ripped black tights that could barely contain her, and a buttoned up red flannel. Her flat bill ballcap couldn't possibly contain the mess of wild blonde hair underneath. Rose was a goddess to him. He couldn't possibly believe how lucky he must be to have met her.
"Oh yeah! While I was smoking, this guy came up and asked if he could get a pass of my blunt. I said yeah and we started talking and he's actually super cool!"
She seems ecstatic as she describes her new friend, and Isaiah can only hope that they're halfway decent. Rose tended to be a poor judge of character and it's gotten her in trouble before.
"Let me call him over so you can meet!" She said. "Besides, he still owes me money."
Right on cue, a gigantic figure lumbers toward their general direction, heading towards them while staggering in several other directions. A tall lanky borzoi, with solid off-white fur smiles at Rose as she waves him over. He's wearing a grey beanie, baggy jeans, and a grey flannel over plain white tee. It's apparent he's stoned out of his mind.
"Babe, this is Connor!" She practically cries out, then whispers "he's a little shy, so be nice."
"Hi, nice to meet you," Isaiah introduces himself, hand extended. It hovers awkwardly for a long moment before Connor grabs it a little too firm for comfort.
"Hey," he says plainly, expression soured. His attention turns to Rose and he pullas a sandwich bag filled with brightly colored tablets out of his pocket. Isaiah's eyes widen, looking around to see if anyone else has noticed.
"So I don't actually have any cash on me, I can spare a few if these. Put it under your tongue and it'll kick in before the show starts." Connor hands Rose two before slipping a third in his mouth.
"They'll make it a show worth remembering," he snickers. He reaches over to give Rose an overfamiliar squeeze then leaves without another word. Rose pops one into her mouth and immediately cringes.
"Dhey tashe bidder."
Despite the uncomfortable encounter with her "friend," Isaiah can't help but smile. She offers him the other tab before he shakes his head.
"Looks like the show's starting soon. Are you excited?" He asks despite knowing what she's going to say.
"YES!" She shouts, literally jumping for joy. "I'm seeing my favorite band with my favorite person! I can't think of any other way I'd rather spend my time."
Rose wasn't the most poetic but she knew just what to say to make his heart flutter. They share a kiss, a small peck, before they're swept forward by the motion of the crowd.
* * *
It takes about fifteen minutes to finally get inside, the swell of the crowd through a single entryway making the process significantly more difficult. A large ballroom greets those who make it indoors, a high ceiling and a wide dance floor overlooked by a balcony will be holding hundreds of screaming young adults momentarily.
Isaiah feels arms wrap around his waist, pulling him into a soft, pillowy body. Rose rests her head on his shoulder, bloodshot eyes staring deeply into his own before kissing his cheek.
"Hey," she whispers.
"Hey."
"You look so fucking hot right now."
"Uhhh... thanks. You look pretty good yourself."
Without any warning, she grabs him and pulls him away from the dance floor, the size difference working immensely in her favor. Before he can ask where they're going she rushes into the ladies' bathroom, pulling her confused boyfriend along with her.
Rose stops for a brief moment to survey the new territory. It's empty, much to Isaiah's relief. Immediately resuming her warpath she marches to the furthest stall and throws the poor feline before locking the door.
Before he can respond, Rose has her tights around her ankles.
"We should fuck." She said, the suggestion more of a command.
"Right here?" Isaiah asked, still bewildered by everything that's happened in the past minute. Rose already has one hand buried inside her, the other steadying herself against the wall. Isaiah couldn't help but get hard at the display.
"Yeah, right here. That little pill got me so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me..." she whispered. If Isaiah had any doubts about what they were about to do, they were dispelled the instant he felt her lips brush against his cheek.
Isaiah stood and smashed his mouth against hers, forcing her into a greedy kiss. Working his pants off, his erection stood at full mast, ready and eager for the main event. Saliva begins spilling out of Rose's mouth, a possible side effect of the tab she took but more likely due to her love of sloppy, rough sex.
His arms hook around her meaty thighs and hoist her off the ground, pressing her against the stall door. The tip of his cock teases her moist entrance, begging to be let in. His eyes catch hers, pleading for more. She giggles and thrusts her hips forward in reply.
The sensation of such a sudden penetration catches both off guard. For a moment, they just stand there, catching their breath, adjusting to the new feelings. Sharing breath, foreheads resting against each other, they start again.
The sensation sent shockwaves through his body, the feeling of her boiling insides almost too much to handle. For her, the feeling was amplified tenfold. Every individual thrust felt like it would bring her to orgasm, her loins sodden with excitement, She had never been this horny before, this productive, this responsive. She wasn't going to last.
Rose came so quickly she could have possibly given any warning. The oxygen left her lungs and she was left open-mouthed, gasping for air as she forgot how to breath. Her pussy tightened hard enough that she felt she could break bone. And for a moment she felt nothing. She couldn't see or hear anything save for a dull ringing and white.
Rose had gone completely limp in Isaiah's arms, nothing but dead weight as she experienced a literally mind-numbing orgasm. He pulled out of her burning sex, despite every nerve in his body telling him not to. He let her down onto the tiled floor as gently as possible, watching her pant for as much oxygen as she could inhale.
He began to soften as he pulled up his pants. He may not have been able to finish, but his girl had a good time and that was all he cared about. Mostly. He was going to be sure to fuck her even harder after the show.
After a few minutes of silence, Rose bolts up from her seat on the floor, wide-eyed and panicked.
"The show's gonna start!"
* * *
Despite the show not starting for another ten minutes, the dance floor was starting to get started, people already squishing against the barrier. Just as many people lazed around the bar, drinking and chatting about the scheduled acts.
Isaiah was determined to get a drink, the previous day at work and the massive blueballing frazzling his already exhausted mind. As he looks back at Rose, he sees her slip the other pill under her tongue.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He says, startling her. She obviously didn't mean for him to see that.
"C'mon, it wasn't that bad... besides, you enjoyed it as much as I did," she teased.
He didn't reply, instead grabbing her hand and leading her to the bar as she giggled behind him.
He ordered a double shot of gin and tonic and a glass of water. His go-to would wake him up but still go down smooth enough to be finished in a few gulps.
"You chase with water?" Rose asked, nose scrunching as she imagined the taste.
"The water's for you. I don't want you passing out on me again. I got a little worried back there."
She flushed and looked down after being reminded of her post-sex snooze in the bathroom. Her only reply was to come in close and give him a gentle smooch. God, she was adorable.
Their drinks came, and the glass of water dwarfed the alcohol, at least two times the size. Roses eyes widened in disbelief.
"I can't drink all of that! There's no time! The pit's almost full!" She wasn't wrong, every second seemed to add another person to the dance floor.
"So we'll have to work a little to get a good spot, it'll be fine," Isaiah replied, patience wearing thin at Rose's refusal to take care of herself. She continued pleading, whining, begging to leave.
"Stop," he growled. "Please, just drink it. Have one sip. You're already fucked up and I don't want to spend the rest of the night watching you vomit."
Rose pulled away, shocked at his response. She knew she could be annoying sometimes, overly excited, a little too cling, and she constantly worried what other people thought. When she was sober, at least. When she was high she didn't care. She was untouchable. At least she liked to think so.
She didn't say anything. Tears welled in her eyes but refused to fall. She turned and walked away before Isaiah could think of something to say.
Rose disappeared into the pit, nearly full, before he could apologize. Isaiah knew she could be a handful at times, but he had never lashed out like that before. What had happened? Why was he so frustrated? His mind was foggy. His stomach felt like it was full of stones. He kept drinking.
He had about four more drinks since Rose left. The opening act had just finished. One more band would play before the headliners. Hopefully he'd be able to find her by then. Maybe he could salvage the night.
He staggered away from the bar and looked through the crowd. Stumbling towards the pit, he realized this wouldn't be as simple as he hoped. There was no way he'd be able to find her easily. If he managed to break through the crowd of people he'd get lost before he found Rose.
Walking along the perimeter of the crowd proved fruitless. Beyond the people standing on the very edge, everyone and everything began to blend together. Or maybe that was the alcohol hitting him. Either way, he'd never be able to find her like this. As he continued to think, more people began shoving past him. The second act had just finished their set. He was running out of time.
People were filing down the stairs of the balcony to get to the dancefloor. The bird's eye view would help scout out the area, Isaiah hoping it wouldn't be too difficult to find one person in a crowd of several hundred. After running up the stairs and scanning the crowd for what seems like an eternity, he finally catches a glimpse of gold.
Rose is at the front of the crowd facing the stage, dancing to the band they both came to see. Her hair reflected the stage lighting beautifully. She looked angelic. She was having fun now, at least.
She turns around to face a figure that's probably the only person here taller than her. Grey shirt, grey beanie, off-white fur. Connor was getting too close, too comfortable with her. Time slows to a crawl, every second like a knife in his stomach.
The unthinkable happened. They embraced. They kissed. Isaiah's stomach dropped, bile forced its way into his throat. He couldn't process what was happening, what he was feeling. His face burned with anger, his heart froze at the betrayal. Despite all of this, he couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she looked.
He was petrified. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the two of them. Their kiss was sloppy, hungry, almost violent. Connor was the first to make a move, grabbing overflowing handfuls of Rose's ass. Even from the balcony Isaiah could see how thick Rose was, could make out every single curve of her voluptuous body. He was still until he felt his body betray him.
Isaiah was the hardest he'd ever been in his life. It made sense, since he hadn't been able to climax earlier during the illicit bathroom break, but he was shocked at how little control he had. Watching this scene play out filled him with disgust, yet he felt himself oozing precum. He had to get down there. He had to do something.
Before he could make his descent, Isaiah notices the couple's kissing has stopped. They're both facing the stage now, Rose's back to Connor. His hands are firmly set on her hips, pushing her against the barrier. One hand snakes up to fondle her ample breasts, the other forces its way down her pants. She can't even pretend to be dancing as she writhes and grinds back against him. She looks so hungry, lust so palpable that Isaiah can feel it across the room.
Things begin moving past him, Isaiah's body moving faster than his mind can process. In a daze, he's already pushing himself towards the front quickly and mechanically. As he gets closer, he sees Rose bent over the barrier, tongue lolling out of her mouth as a relieved smile spreads across her face. She and Connor had stopped grinding a long time ago. Isaiah's breath hitched as he drew closer, not entirely certain that what was happening in front of him was real.
Isaiah pushed through more of the crowd, completely ignoring everything except for the scene that had him completely captivated, until he was pressed up against the couple. Connor had torn a hole in Rose's already ripped tights. Flashes of red appeared near her ass as he rammed his knot against her abused sex like a battering ram. The force of their fucking made her ass ripple, every wave of impact accompanied by the sound of flesh colliding with flesh. Isaiah can't do much but watch, enthralled by their union. Rose had always been beautiful, but here she looks absolutely divine.
A glance at Connor tells him that he's too high to comprehend what's happening around him. His eyes are glossed over and his face has no discernible expression, he just stares straight ahead as he fucks the girl underneath him into a moaning, quivering puddle. Rose is beaming as she gets plowed, eyes wide and bright as she watches the band play. Those eyes take notice of someone watching, and the smile she had is replaced with a face of dread.
She's talking a mile a minute, spitting out apologies and begging for forgiveness, but the music drowns her out. Isaiah can't think of anything to say. Actions have always spoken louder than words. So he kisses her. She's surprised for a moment before she begins kissing back. She tears up, the pain in her gut only outmatched by the pleasure in her loins. The kiss is rough and possessive, as if Isaiah is attempting to assert some dominance over the dazed dog fucking the love of his life.
Rose suddenly screams into Isaiah's mouth. He brings his hand toward her battered pussy and feels a massive bulge. She's been knotted. There's no backing out now, not without making a scene. If he had any reservations about what he was doing, he'd have to swallow them down now. He could at least try to enjoy this.
Isaiah fumbled around her abused mound in a futile attempt to pleasure her. Sensing what he was trying to accomplish, Rose grabbed his hand and pressed it against her clit, not stopping their kiss for a moment. Gently tweaking the engorged organ, Isaiah began doing everything he could to bring Rose to orgasm. That should be easy, considering the effects the drug she took earlier had on her.
He started slow, gentle, testing the waters. He felt the bulge inside her pulse, depositing its payload deep inside. She moaned into his mouth, receptive to his attention at first. She began grabbing at the barrier, clawing the steel in frustration. She pulled away from Isaiah and stared into his eyes, her own filled with otherworldly need. "More," she mouthed.
Isaiah knew better than to keep her waiting. Done teasing her, his fingers quickened their pace. His hand was a blur as it passed over her clit repeatedly. She begin huffing, moaning, begging for release. She was so close, she was almost...
Suddenly, violently, she came. She clamped down hard on the member lodged inside her, squirting out the seed that had filled her up so thoroughly. She had to bite down into Isaiah's collar to stop herself from crying out. The wind had been knocked out of her and she stared helplessly at Isaiah as she caught her breath.
For the first time since he knotted Rose, Connor began moving again. He placed his hands on her hips for leverage then began drawing himself back. Rose squeeled as he wrenched his not from out of her, a deluge of cum spilling out onto the floor with a splatter.
Nobody seemed to notice, or if they did they didn't seem to care. The band was about to finish and the lights would come back on shortly after. Grabbing Rose, Isaiah forced his way out of the crowd.
It had been a long night.
* * *
Isaiah laid in his futon, Rose cuddled up next to him. She didn't want to be alone tonight and despite everything that had happened, he needed to be with her. The drive home wasn't as awkward as he anticipated as the retriever spent most of it asleep. He had to make a quick stop at a twenty-four-hour pharmacy to pick up contraceptives and a pregnancy test, but she didn't want to do either until she had some sleep. That was fine, he wouldn't force her.
Isaiah rolled onto his side to watch Rose sleep, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest giving him a sense of calm. A lot had happened tonight. A lot of confusing feelings had been stirred. But she had fun, which was all that really mattered. And despite the turmoil inside him, so did her.