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This story was written for JC-Fox as part of my themed patreon request day for July. The theme this month was "In the Workshop" and the story contains Solo and M/F sexual acts involving consenting adults. :3

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us

"No. No no no, that's not it at all..."

Danny ran his hand down across his face in absolute frustration, glancing towards Sawyer to see an equally dumbfounded look on her face too. The two cats stared at their class, the various beginners shuffling nervously from foot to foot, uncomfortable not just because of the brown furred cat's reaction to their latest attempt at following his steps, but uncomfortable in the way they had been all class long. He just didn't get it. He didn't understand why they didn't get it. These steps were simple, yet not a single person in this room appeared to be able to follow them with anything more than mechanical precision. There was no natural flare. No enthusiasm. Danny didn't know whether it was this group or if somehow his ability to teach had simply slipped away, but either way the result was the same. He was getting frustrated. They were getting nowhere. And overall, the whole class was an unmitigated failure.

He and Sawyer were going to be exceptionally lucky if any of these individuals came back the following week, and even more so if half of them didn't ask for their money back at this rate.

"Okay folks, listen. I... I'm not gonna lie, as I'm sure you don't need me to tell you this anyway. Today wasn't a great start. But, that's okay. We've just gotta stick with it, right? Persist and practice. So, I want you to go home and listen to some of your favourite music. Make some space in your living room, grab your parter or a friend and just... dance. Dance because you enjoy it. Because you want to. Find that space in your head that lets the music connect to how you move your feet and the rest of your body, and next week try to come here in that headspace. This isn't some lecture series where you should be taking notes. You don't watch a dance class. You dance a dance class. Okay?"

He tried not to groan in frustration as again, with the same absolute lack of conviction and commitment they had shown throughout the entire lesson, the class murmured and shuffled. Turning away from them, Danny stared pleadingly at Sawyer as his hands clenched into tight fists by his sides. He couldn't do this. Dancing was his life. His passion. Seeing people so utterly uninspired despite showing enough interest to show up, it was... it was painful to him. So frustrating he worried that if he spent a minute more staring at their bland and bored faces, he might actually get angry and say something he'd regret.

Sawyer stepped close to him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and squeezed gently.

"You head backstage and just calm down. I'll dismiss them."

In abject and sincere gratitude the male cat nodded to his white furred companion, and moved to step past her and towards the rear exit of the studio. He felt Sawyer's hands continue to hold him for a moment however, and paused as she continued to gaze into his eyes with a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry. It wasn't you. I dunno what's with this group but... you did a great job, okay? Relax. Don't stress. It'll be better next time."

Danny sighed, nodded even though he was still somewhat unsure of that fact, and slipped out of the other cat's grasp. He listened to her soft, sultry voice beginning their usual end of class spiel about signing up for next week if they were interested in learning more, the importance of supporting the local arts and other such things. Soon though he was out of range of her voice. Walking alone through the backstage areas of the dance studio which was attached to the theatre in which he and Sawyer most frequently performed. He tried to tell himself that it was done now, that there was no further point in stressing out, but even as he walked he could feel his feet growing heavier and more stompy in their stride, and his hands clenching into tight fists as he approached his dressing room.

"C'mon, snap out of it Danny."

He stormed over to his dressing table and stared at himself in the mirror, face dark and glowering with pent up frustration. Normally at a time like this he'd throw some music on and dance his cares away, but right now after sharing a space with that group for the last hour he felt as though his own creative energy had been sapped by their absolute unwillingness to display even the slightest spark of energy or creativity themselves. Frowning more and more as he just stared at himself in the mirror, standing still and useless, he turned away. He grabbed at the base of his sleek green shirt and without even unbuttoning it pulled it up and over his head. He hooked his thumbs around his equally slim-fitted tan trousers, light and flexible enough to act as part of his instructors uniform without requiring the need for a leotard or anything else that might be a little off-putting to beginners who themselves were dancing in their street attire.

Dressed in only a pair of briefs now he flopped down in the chair before his dressing table, spinning it so it was facing away from the mirror and staring down at his lap. Still frowning, he reached down and rubbed at the front of his crotch. Not an act of arousal, not one of active and already present desire, but one of comfort. He didn't make a habit of this, not here and certainly not when he was pissed off, but right now Danny just wanted to do something to take his mind off his current frustrations.

Despite his bad mood his body soon began to react as he kept rubbing at the front of his underwear, and by the time he raised his ass and tugged his underwear down his member was fully engorged. It stood proud upright, twitching as he stared at it for a moment or two before wrapping a hand around it and beginning to pump back and forth along its length. It felt good. Really good. And before long just as he had hoped Danny was beginning to think of things other than how uninspiring his class had been. He thought of a performance a few weeks ago in which one of his fellow dancers had performed a particularly gorgeous manoeuvre while wearing a short skirt, facing away from the crowd and towards him as she did so, smirking when she revealed that she was wearing no underwear beneath her skirt. He chuckled as he thought of all the times he had seen dancers tease and taunt one another with their bodies during routines both private and on stage. That was dancing. Being so free, so open with your emotions and your actions that you felt close enough, intimate enough with your fellow dancers to expose yourself. Open yourself up to them and teasingly encourage a response from them in return.

Beautiful. Fun. A career, a calling full of laughter and tears and exuberant movement. That was dancing. And as Danny masturbated more and more feverishly, he fell in love with his life's purpose all over again as he realised that no matter how much pleasure this act may have been granting him, it could never come close to the same amount of bliss he felt after performing a complex and emotive routine for a captive audience, only to see them erupt in raucous applause after the fact.

"Hey Danny, I jus-... oh! Sorry!"

A mewling cry of shock escaped the cat as without warning, without so much as a courtesy knock, the door to his dressing room swung open and Sawyer's head appeared through it. A moment later though, when he had seen who it was, the brown furred and currently absolutely naked cat relaxed. He sank back in his seat with a chuckle, and purred as the fluffy white feline peered out of the dressing room, then slipped inside with a giggle. She closed the door, and unlike the male took the time and thought to lock it behind her. Then, immediately, she began to slip out of the gingham dress she was wearing over her lean, fluffy frame.

"Well, I was going to say don't be too hard on yourself. I have no idea what brought any of those people in here tonight, they didn't have an artistic bone between them. But... I see that you're already well on the way to forgetting all about it."

Danny grinned, resuming his masturbation at a more slow, measured pace as he watched Sawyer strip off her dress and begin to remove her underwear; her breasts bound by a cloth wrap rather than a bra, and her nether regions clad in the softest, silkiest pair of white lace panties. She watched him jerking off to the sight of her, and purred loudly as she span on the spot, twitching her tail up and wiggling her ass as she shimmied out of her panties, pirouetting around before prancing over to where the other cat was seated. She moved so gracefully. So fluid and seamless in every motion it was like a beautiful white wave flowing across golden sand. As though dancing to an imagined jazz beat she slung her arms around Danny's neck and straddled him, swaying and rocking side to side, back and forth, teasing his face between her modest breasts and moaning as she felt his hand leave his member and instead cup what lay between her legs.

"Would you... ah..., Sawyer, would you like to dance?"

Danny's own body swayed where he sat, moving to the same inner music that seemed to be intoxicating his friend, feeling her warmth, her wetness as one finger of the hand pressed against her crotch slid between her soft furred outer lips and into the damp heat between them. She purred, giggled, and nodded.

"Always, Danny. I... I'll always want to dance, and especially with you."

They both purred loudly as their muzzles met in a tender kiss, and Sawyer's eyes widened as Danny's hand slipped away from her nether regions, leaving them free to sink down around the rigid shaft directly below her. She did so. Slowly, deliciously sliding down to settle upon the male's lap. Rocking. Shifting and swaying. Dancing against the male even as he did the same while they began to fuck.

"I'll never stop dancing with you. F-for you. Thinking of you..."

Danny groaned as he felt the other cat's hot innards clench all around him.

"Never. Oh, D-Danny. No matter what... no matter who else we share our love for dancing with. We'll never stop dancing together..."

Sawyer's voice trailed off, a frantic mewling cry escaping her as Danny dragged himself to his feet, hands wrapping around the other cat's rump to support her, to hold her against and around him as he began to step towards the centre of the dressing room. To turn. To spin. To dance even as their bodies shared in a far more intimate and personal dance of their very own.

"Never stop."

The white cat's tail twitched and trembled wildly as she gasped to her friend and lover, rocking herself against him, pulling herself up and down his shaft as best she could while he danced them with strength and agility in abundance around the dressing room.

"Never!"

She cried out louder, more feverishly in her bliss as he span them, danced them around faster and faster, the room and indeed the whole of the world a blur of pure pleasure and eager, emotive expression.

How could anyone fail to be inspired by an act of creativity that could lead to this? How could anyone not be enraptured, entranced, utterly addicted to the very idea of dancing, if this was even the merest possible outcome of its endless wonder?

"Oh, Danny!"

She cried out as she felt the male's cock dance inside her. Straining. Twitching. Then finally, at long last letting loose with hot ribbons of the male's cum.

"Danny!"

She shrieked as her own head tossed itself back, legs stretching out straight behind the male's body and tail puffing up equally rigid, frozen in the most beautifully poised state as her body began to convulse and clutch violently around the male's own passionate release.

Together the cats danced their way through the heights of their ecstasy, and then, as their passions faded and the pleasure diminished once more... they held one another. They rested together, still wrapped around their partner just as before, and continued to rock. To sway. To dance to the slow, rhythmic beat of their companion's heart.

By Jeeves

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