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People moved in bustling crowds through the streets of Dewclaw to a concert hall that was abuzz with excitement. Posters featuring several bands were plastered around Dewclaw and the concert hall itself. Mostly, it was going to be an event full of rock and the crowd reflected the nature of the music. There were people packed into the concert hall and what seats had been provided had been kicked aside as the people got up to witness the opening act. The spectators crashed against one another in places and their roar could be heard even outside of the concert hall as they cheered for the first band whose music blared and crashed through the air like wild thunder. Backstage, the staff were working hard to make sure that the show was as good as it was going to get. Everything seemed to be going just fine which ran counter to the chaos happening out on stage and in the crowds, but then again, that chaos on the outside just meant that the stagehands were doing a good job at running things in the background. The people on the mixers made sure that the audio was just right, the techies were making sure that all the lights and the effects the bands wanted to use were all in working order, and the pyrotechnic teams were ready with extinguishers just in case someone got a little bit too wild with the fire-play. Everyone seemed to be happy for the most part, everyone except the producer.

The producer walked about with golden serpent tail twitching and one feline amber eye narrowed. Half his head was covered by a mask that frowned just as deeply as he did and the eye on it was set at an equal angle. Toyle found himself in the middle of a seemingly perfect production. There wasn't anything wrong with the sound and the tech crew seemed to know what they were doing and the stars were even nice for the most part, but there was something wrong. The next act had come backstage to get ready and make sure their instruments were ready to go, but the lead of the band wasn't here and hadn't answered any of his calls or texts. For the fifth time, he pulled out his compact and tapped a message out on the screen to Vivian.

"Hey. Rockstar. You're gonna be up next after this band blows their load. Where are you?"

Toyle was about to put away his compact when suddenly it began to vibrate, a message showing on his screen that read, "Come get me, nerd."

On the verge of cursing and hissing, Toyle tapped out a quick message, "What? Where are you? You're supposed to be here."

Again the reply came quick enough, "In my dressing room. I need something from you before I can actually get to work. Hurry up, 'kay?"

So it was up to him to drag Vivian out of their room and onto stage. With a frown, he started walking toward the diva's dressing room. Hopefully whatever Vivian wanted wouldn't take too long, or require some form of bodily harm on his part. Toyle weaved through a sea of people looking for his attention for a variety of reasons. There were VIP's to avoid who wanted to see the stars themselves, groupies that had snuck in and the actual staff who were doing their job. He only ever stopped once or twice to make sure that everything was going fine and then was back on his way heading toward the dressing rooms. Vivian had themselves a fat room set up with a door that had star festooned with gems that they had railed into the door frame much to the owner of the concert hall's displeasure. Toyle stepped toward the door and composed himself before reaching to give it a few knocks. There was no response at first and so he grumbled and tried for the doorknob. Thankfully, it turned and the door opened for him.

He stepped inside and shut the door while calling, "All right, I'm here Vivian. What is that you need and make it quick! You're needed on stage so--" Toyle stopped as he noticed they weren't there in front of him.

"Hey! Producer guy, right here!"

Toyle turned just in time to see the Glam Tiger hop off of their bed and tackle him. Knowing how strong Vivian was, he didn't struggle as they brought one strong arm around his neck to put him in a friendly headlock while flashing a fang-filled grin.

Again he asked flatly, "What do you want?"

Vivian sighed and let him out of the headlock before stepping back to take a seat at the edge of their bed. The rockstar was tall with a rounded stomach and strong legs near the bottom. Their fur was white with black stripes curving around their body. Purple eyes with cross pupils full of humor stared down at Toyle as they crossed one leg over the other at the knee and they passed a claw through their mess of black hair. Of note, to Toyle at least, was the fact that the star of the show wasn't dressed up for the occasion, so either they were going out on stage naked again, or they were lazing about.

Before he could question their work ethic, Vivian finally began to give an answer to his question, "So, you've been calling me and messaging me for about, I don't know...An hour or something now? And that kinda makes it hard to get prepped for the show in my own way, so, I figured that you could help with that prep seeing as you're so eager to see me on stage lil' dude."

Toyle raised a brow, "Okay, sure, what do you need help with?"

At this point, Toyle would do absolutely anything to get them at backstage with the rest of their band, but something dangerous reflecting in that gaze made him shudder and suddenly wish to retract that offer.

"All right, seeing as you're so eager to help. I figure I might as well just show you." The Glam Tiger leaned back and lifted their hips up and legs crossed at the ankles to show their wet sex which had something jutting out of it and vibrating. Toyle's cheeks burned and burned even further as Vivian continued with their request, "I need you to help get me nice and burning hot. I like to get myself off and get pumped up before the show, but that's pretty tough when y'gotta be checking messages from an annoying producer, so, c'mon, hop to it! Y'can use the toy to help out, but I want those rude lips of yours on my ass."

Toyle huffed, "And why should I do this?"

"Coz, if you don't the show will suck and I'll tell people it was coz of you, plus...I can see that dick of yours pokin' against your pants. Give me a good licking and I'll return the favor."

Quiet slid between them as Toyle looked them up and down. He could see that they were entirely serious and their tongue was sticking out in a taunt. He did want the show to go well, and at the moment he was being offered something nice, but there had to be something more he could get out of this and so he made his own offer, "I'll get you off and you not only spread my name in a good way, you let me be your manager to book your shows."

"Hah! I like that! We'll see if you can keep up little man. I'll accept, just hurry up. We have a show to run."

Toyle moved to the bed and brought both of his paws to grab their fat rump, spreading each cheek gently. He dug his claws in just a bit and kneaded the fat of each cheek. One of his claws moved from their cheek and around to their hips where he squeezed gently while leaning down to plant a kiss on their rear hole. He heard them purring as he started kissing, again and again, taking his time enjoying the situation even though he knew he should be hurrying. Slowly, he let his tongue out to start dragging up and down against that tight right, the Glam Tiger hissing and purring in pleasure.

"Hah, thought you said we needed to hurry up...Or maybe y'just can't help worshipping all of this."

A sudden gasp and groan sounded off from the Glam Tiger as their body began to shudder from Toyle's sudden movements. He grasped firmly at the toy sticking out of the Glam Tiger's cunt and he worked to pull it out while licking at their rear dutifully, his digits coiling around the toy slowly. When he had a firm grip and found that almost half of the knotted dildo was out of their cunt, he slammed it back in roughly. Vivian gasped again and their toes curled in as Toyle began to twist and push that thick toy inside of their cunt while burying his tongue into their rear. If all he needed to do was get this rock star off to make this show go off without a hitch then and advance his career, then he would gladly go above and beyond to make sure that Vivian was writhing in pleasure by the end of this.

Toyle's tongue worked diligently to drag deep inside of their rear while he pulled and pushed the knotted toy in and out of their cunt. Every single push was met with a loud moan as he actually took the time to force in the knot before forcing it out. Whatever haughty words they had for him were gone in a mixture of moans, purring and pleasured curses that echoed off the wall of the room. Just when he felt what he thought was the trembling of an orgasm, Vivian brought both of their legs around his head to drag him close and pin his mouth against their puckered hole.

Sharp claws grazed through the back of his hair as Vivian cursed grinding his nose and tongue to their taint and rear. Toyle winced but he continued to lick and do his best to use the toy to aid in getting off the suddenly violent Glam Tiger. Those strong claws slid down to his lower back where they tore little holes in his shirt. They grazed through his fur but not once did they cut through the flesh, but still he shivered as he found himself wondering what if?

Pain and pleasure to him were nearly synonymous and what better way to amp up being used, than being used while abused. At this point, he found it difficult to breathe, but he didn't dare tap out as Vivian continued to push him against that tight ring. Their grip on the toy was beginning to slip as his breath ran short and his body weakened from it, but still, he licked and still he worked to try and get the Glam Tiger off.

A sudden growl rumbled through the room and the toy was suddenly yanked out of his claws and thrown off to the side. His head was yanked by his hair painfully and his face was stuffed between the Glam Tiger's legs. Their thighs squeezed against his cheeks and his mouth was forced against their wet heat as Vivian gasped out, "C'mon! Just a bit more! Get to work big producer guy, y'want this show to go well right?"

Toyle obeyed and dragged his tongue deep inside of their cunt, eyes closed as they twisted and worked their tongue around while kissing and sucking on their wet heat. Vivian continued to drag his head against their cunt again and again and soon enough he heard them let out a moan along with a happy curse, "Fuck yes!"

The feline producer felt a gush of pleasure press against his mouth and Vivian dragged his maw up and down against their slit before letting go of his. Slowly, the Glam Tiger brought their thighs off of his head and they got up while panting, a wild look in their eyes.

Toyle sat up slowly and was about to get up when Vivian's claws came up commanding him to stop, "You. Stay there. Since yer my new agent you're gonna take care of me after this show and in kind I'll take care of you. You wanted me to rock right? Well you just got me pumped up enough to do ten shows with that little tongue of yours. Let's ROCK!"

Vivian hopped up in the air and with their massive claws bore a hole through the ground. Toyle watched in amazement as the Glam Tiger dug themselves to the stage. Toyle had been told to wait right here and well, he wasn't going to argue with a star, especially one that he was going to be an agent of. Being the agent and manager of a high profile celebrity meant a lot of exposure for himself, of course, Vivian had also suggested that he was going to be used for more than just booking and organizing events. A rush ran through his gut and he found himself shivering as he removed the tatters of his shirt. No sense in finding anything else to wear, for now.

Sleep had just been about to find the feline when the door slammed open into the wall with a crack. Vivian stomped into the room with arms raised and tongue out, "The fucking crowd was wild out there! Gettin' out there buck naked just helped amp up those crazies! Even saw some folk making out in the crowds and trynna contain themselves."

Toyle rolled his eyes and hopped off of the bed, "Guess that means my job is done if everything went off without a hitch right?"

Vivian grabbed him by a shoulder and leaned down so their noses were touching, "You kidding me? I'm so fired up I need to work out all this extra energy, and I did tell you I was gonna use you after the show, so sit your ass back down."

Deciding to test the waters, Toyle grabbed the Glam tiger's wrist and huffed, "Make me."

The rockstar's grin grew until he could see the points of their fangs clear as if they were out in the day. A hard shove pushed Toyle back onto the bed. He grumbled and tried to sit up again, but his shoulders were pinned back down to the bed by the tremendous strength of the Glam Tiger. Vivian stared down at him with a dangerous glint in their eyes and without a word they brought one set of claws down to tear his pants off, revealing his twitching and firm barbed cock.

"Look at that, you wanted to go and you were ready all this time! But before that, I need you to take care of something for me."

Toyle mumbled while averting his gaze, "What?"

The pressure was removed off of his shoulders and he found that he could sit up at any point, but he didn't. Instead, the feline producer turned his head to see what Vivian was doing and gasped when he saw their fat rear poised over his face.

"Here, I'm fuckin' sweaty after that and nobody tossed me a towel, so go ahead and make sure every drop is gone."

Toyle was about to protest when Vivian grabbed their rear to spread it wide and sit on his face. The trapped feline had been about to protest, but his tongue was now working against Vivian's rear. First, he dragged it against their rear cheeks, tongue dragging through the fur and sliding against beads of sweat to do as he was told and clean. His then dipped around towards the center where he kissed their puckered hole and began to roll his tongue against it.

Meanwhile, Vivian was purring and sighing happily while rocking their hips back and forth on Toyle's mouth. At one point, Vivian began pulling away, but Toyle knew that his job wasn't done and so he wrapped his arms around their thighs to hold them down to start dragging his tongue deep inside of that sweaty rump. Vivian squeaked in response, but giggled and grinned as Toyle continued to clean the sweat off of the rockstar's rear. Once Toyle was sure his job was done he let go of their thighs and let Vivian get off of his face.

The feline drew in a deep breath and sat up to see that Vivian was on their side now. Purple eyes like gemstones were watching him, a small smirk touching the corners of the rockstar's mouth as they spread one of their legs. Toyle gulped and moved to take his seat on Vivian's plump thigh. He gripped his shaft and moved closer to edge it against their cunt, but Vivian drew a leg up and planted their foot against his chest as they laid there with cheek in paw, "Ah ah...Beg for it."

Eager, hungry, and dizzy from his lust, Toyle did not beg, instead, he grabbed hold of the Glam Tiger's ankle and brought their foot up to his mouth where he began to kiss each digit before dragging his tongue down to the paw padded sole and then back up to their toes. A violent shiver ran through the Glam Tiger and Vivian purred, "Damn...I just said beg, I didn't mean this you little pervert...But go ahead and knock yourself out...And when you're done feel free to fuck me."

Toyle planted one more kiss on Vivian's foot before sliding closer to plant his cock against their cunt. The rockstar's pussy was still nice and wet from their playtime from before the show and now he could finally take advantage. With a sigh, he pressed the tip of his member between warm folds before fitting himself inside. Once their inner walls were hugging the tip of his cock, he started to thrust to get himself deeper inside.

Just then, he heard the rockstar urge him on, "C'mon, rock my world little guy. If you're gonna be my agent then you need to keep up with me one hundred percent, so get to work!"

With that command, Toyle began to bring his hips forward firmly and bury his cock inside of Vivian's cunt. He wrapped his arms around their thigh and hugged it close to his body as he leaned in to slam in again and again. The wet slap of his hips against their thighs echoed through the room as he picked up speed with every push and thrust. Vivian moaned and grinned, calling for more, taunting him and teasing him as they tried to edge out more of Toyle's ferocity.

Rock their world? That was easier said than done. Toyle knew that they had more endurance and strength, but still his hips moved like pistons to get himself on and satisfy the rockstar. At the moment, he should have been out and about backstage making sure the next act was ready and doing what they needed to do, but he was trapped between those plump thighs grinding himself into a wet pussy while lost in the pleasure caused by it. His worries were fading further and further away as he felt pressure building in his balls and throbbing cock and as he remembered that if anyone needed him, they could call him.

Feeling somewhat close, he figured that he should at least pull out and maybe switch holes, but Vivian huffed, "Hey now, you're not gonna stop already right? Even if you're about to blow you're not gonna stop until I say you stop got it?"

Toyle shuddered and continued obeying Vivian as he pounded into their pussy. The barbs of his cock were flared and pressing against their wet inner walls. His eyes shut as he hugged around their thigh tightly while growling. He felt himself growing closer and closer and his cock throbbed and twitched violently in response. His breaths were coming out in ragged little puffs and Vivian's moans were growing louder as his thrusting grew more intense. Unable to hold back any longer, he bites down on the leg he's holding while his orgasm begins. Hot cum flows from the tip of his cock and into Vivian's pussy as he continues to grind himself inside of them. Vivian gasps and grins while watching and Toyle simply lets himself met to that plump softness while his orgasm continues to pump out rope by rope. Even as he finishes, his hips are still moving, but his body is shaking and his wild thrusting crawls down to meek grinding.

Hungry for more, Vivian pushes Toyle back with a gentle kick to the chest. Toyle gladly falls back to the bed, but he doesn't have time to rest. The rock star that he had been rutting climbs over him with their chest against his as they reach between them to grip Toyle's used cock. Slowly, they start to stroke and squeeze it until his member is hard again. Firm lips press against Toyle's to bring him into a deep kiss. His lips are then parted and a tongue slides against his own making it a bit harder to breathe as he's forced into a deep kiss.

Toyle's cock began to bounce and twitch to the rockstar's touch and as it rose to their touch they brought the tip to their cunt and lowered their hips while bringing their mouth away from his. A line of spittle marked the connection of their mouths and Toyle watched with little gasps as Vivian began moving their hips up and down on his crotch. Vivian brought their claws to either side of Toyle's head to brace themselves as they started to slam down on Toyle firmly. Toyle's cock felt raw from already having cum once and being forced to get back up into action, but still he moved his hips in tandem with the rockstar's to get himself off. Vivian's grin grew as they saw him moving, but they didn't say a word as they continued to slam their hips down to his. Up and down they bounced on Toyle and the bed creaked and groaned underneath the force of every single push. He swore he heard the bed crack beneath them, or perhaps that was his back as Vivian continued to slam down harder and harder on him. He could barely handle the force of their rutting, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

Vivian's eyes were shut tight now and their mouth was open with their tongue hanging out as they panted while driving their hips down to Toyle's faster and faster. Toyle then groaned as he felt the squeeze of Vivian's cunt on his cock as the rockstar grounded their hips down to Toyle's while letting out a pleasured cry. Toyle felt more of his seed being milked by those tight inner walls and he shivered as he shut his eyes and let it happen.

After all of that, Toyle found himself growing more and more tired. He felt a soft kiss grace his cheeks, but he didn't open his eyes.

"Rest well manager, we got lots to do...And don't worry 'bout the show. Just let me handle that."

Toyle woke up some hours later with his head feeling light and his body feeling sore. He sat up slowly and then his eyes cracked open wide as he realized he had been asleep. He looked around to see that his compact had been taken and Vivian was nowhere to be found. He scrambled off of the bed and found that there was an outfit waiting for him on the dresser. With a frown, he picked up the mix of leather and spikes and donned his rocker's outfit given to him no doubt by Vivian. He even snapped the collar around his neck. With that done, he rushed out of the changing room expecting to find pandemonium.

Backstage, the staff was gathered and having drinks together. Everything seemed to be going fine and the show was over. When he asked someone how the show went, they said it had gone better than expected. Toyle scratched the back of his head and turned as he felt a tapping at his back. Vivian stood there wearing a suit and tie with a fat grin on their face and his compact in paw. They offered it back to him and he snatched it with his ears folding back.

"So...You took care of things after I passed out?"

Vivian nodded, "Sure did! Kinda felt like it was my responsibility, but heck, I barely had to do anything at all except put out a fire or two. And hey, I figure I might as well take care of your back since we'll be working together from now on."

Toyle raised a brow and watched as they extended their paw toward him. Carefully, he grabbed on and squeezed, "I guess so."

He then grunted as Vivian yanked him close while leaning in, "Yup, so you'd better get your endurance up little man because I'm going to ride you ragged."

A gulp trailed down his throat along with a shiver down his spine and he only nodded before Vivian gave his nose a soft peck and let go of him. He had only been hoping for a bit of exposure in the world of celebrities, but now it seemed he was going to be getting much more than he bargained for, whether that was good or bad he didn't know, at least it would be pleasurable.