Audience or Oil Painting
A gift for the nefariously wonderful Rufellen
Kai is invited by an old friend to hit up the nightclub scene once more, but is quite adamantly told he needs to update his look.
Oh those wiley buns~
Audience or Oil Painting? © Tsumi Moogle '18 Characters Themselves.
'I can't believe I let you talk me into this..!' Kai sputtered, turning this way and that, taking in his trim form. Every vestige of colour had been rinsed clean out of his fur. His warm honey-tan, his rich chocolate spots, his gloves, his boots.. Lifting a hand, the young hyenid brushed a hand carefully through his mane, certain that the vivid shock of blue that he normally kept so pristinely there was also utterly whited out. With a dismissive tutt, Quinten walked about his shorter friend. The Hare's ears lay over his back and shoulders, a curious dusty-grey compared to his normal, richer pelt of brown. But then, his fur was scarcely able to be called 'normal', with the hues he painted along himself, the vines and decorations, the marks and icons. Indeed, today his hair: normally in thick, tight braids of rich, forest green, now cascaded quite freely, slick and oiled out in hues of.. well, oiled tones.
'Oh hush, 'Nolf, when I have ever lead you astray?' Quin asked, an eyebrow raising over his bright green eye, before it continued exploring over the bared form of his friend and on-and-off customer with thoughtful consideration. 'Well there was that time with the peuce-' Kai began, before Quin's hand idly closed about his muzzle. 'That was rhetorical.' The hare corrected, nodding to himself as he came to a stop before his friend, grinning. 'And I know just how to do you.' The hare's hand gave a squeeze as the hyenolf smirked. They could both see the wordplay hard at work under that snowy-mohawk.
The hare moved to one of his tables, drawing on a pair of gloves and tugging open one of his drawers. Pulling out a small tub, he began scooping steady palmfuls of a fine, dark hued powder. 'Hold your breath, this stuff is expensive.' Quin warned with a wry smile. They both knew he was doing this one for free. His hands began rubbing the powder over the hyenolf's form, working it through and down to the roots, brushing to work out excess amounts, and going over several areas to be sure he had all the nooks and crannies of the snowy form. 'Why didn't we just start with this stuff?' Kai asked, lifting his chin up over the hare's work. 'Oh yes, and have an uneven colour-palette, and make it hard to be sure I got every part of you.' Quin smirked dryly, straightening up to look down at the yeen, pecking his nose, and giving his client a smarting swat on a rump-cheek, leaving a very stark print of his hand on the sculpted globe as Kai yipped in shock.
Continuing on, Quin made sure to work every inch of his client, down his thicker tail, under his feet, between his toes, and quite immodestly toying a hand under the hybrid's velvety coinpurse. Once he was satisfied with his powdered base, the buck nodded and gestured towards the shower-stall again. 'No need to dry off for this second part, so once you're wet, just come and sit down, and we'll get you looking incredible.' he beamed, Kai huffing and padding into the stall as directed. As he turned on the tap, the hare watched with proud satisfaction as the dusty-grey hyenolf's fur ran in a sudden ink-spill of midnight black. Like an outfit change in a magic show, it was immediate, and would have made quite a show all its own. He'd have to consider the idea of multi-release powders sometime. That could make for some very interesting effects.
The melanistic hyenolf soon turned off the shower, looking himself over with a small chuckle. 'One to the other. Yellow next? Perhaps pink?' he asked playfully, wringing out an excess of fur and padding to the chair as directed to sit in. 'Or perhaps Peuce.' Quinten mused idly, bringing over a bottle of clear ink. Taking up his brush, he sat beside the hyenolf on a stool and began painting in practiced, measured strokes. Watching as the hare worked, Kai had to admire the way the light refracted off his dark fur in a myriad colours, rather like an oil-slick. 'Ooohh.. Now this I can get into.' he wagged slowly. Quinten just grinned, as he continued carefully working down the hyenid's frame, making sure it was even. Up along his face too, he smiled contently as he worked along the curves of his friend's face, tickling a little here and there, and switched bottles as he got to work on Kai's hair.
The minutes seemed to ooze by, but the methodical bun finally nodded, lidding his paints and taking a hair-dryer to the hyenolf, grinning his delight at the fantastic shimmer to the fur as it danced about the warm air. When directed, Kai blinked and stood up, Quinn nudging him over to a mirror, before he padded to the door, peeling off his gloves. 'Kyle, fetch Kai something to match.' The hare smiled to his assistant, before turning to watch the hybrid looking himself over for the third time. Kai couldn't help gawping. The dance of the oil-sheen over his fur was mesmerizing. He grinned a little, toying his fingers through it, and noting a different shade of sheen on his shoulders, rather like small spots in their own right. And his mane. brushing through it, he couldn't help the grin on his face at the cement grey shade, tipped and dashed with a rich shade of purple, all the way to the base of his pony-tail, the tip of it dipped well in the brighter colour. 'What do you think?' Quinn quipped as he padded up behind the yeen. 'It's a huge step up from the peuce.' Kai chuckled with a nod. 'It is very becoming of you.' Quin nodded as he brushed over his friend's shoulders. 'But, now is the time to finish getting ready, so you can wow the others tonight. Let's get some clothes on you, hmm?' 'Awww..!' Kai toyingly pouted.
The Grungehouse was infamous along the docks, and through the city in certain circles. Its splatter-painted visage in fluro shades glowed under black-lights hitched along the outter walls. The music thumped through it, unabating and unappologetic as bodies moved and ground and thumped and bumped among it. The laser lights whirled and spiraled, as smoke machines cascaded along the flooring around the oil pit: a lowered area filled with what looked like, but no one really expected to be oil. It reacted to the bassy music, pulsing and bubbling up in waves to match the frequency of the music, splashed through by dancers of the club. Always a variation keeping things fresh, and after midnight, quite freaky too, when they let their elations loose in carnal and vivid shows of impulsive lust and delight.
Kai couldn't shift the grin on his face as he worked his slim frame through the music. Wearing just a pair of spattered overalls, the upper half folded and wrapped about his waist, leaving his torso bare, for people to admire Quin's exquisite artwork as lights danced and shimmered over his sheening fur. He recognised others of the hare's patrons with their vivid shades of fur, many of whom gawped and shouted praise over the music, never stopping in their undulating dances. A hand clapped on his shoulder, making the hybrid perk his ears, before Quin slid a drink into his hand and nosed at the hyenolf's ear with a barely perceptible rumble. 'Having fun, Nolfy boy?' The bun spoke over the music as Kai sipped his drink, nodding. Bodies moving easily in synch, Quin's slick hair flowed like a curtain of oil, broader body tracing against Kai's as he enjoyed being something of a focal point, thanks to his colours. 'Up for a little more?' He continued, almost challenging as he nodded his head towards the pit.
The hybrid glanced at the pit with heat rising in his cheeks as he admired a grunge-covered feline and rat clearly dancing to their own rhythm amidst the churning, leaping waves. Looking back to the bun, they both knew he wouldn't be able to resist, and snagging the hybrid's waistband with a finger, Quin all but dragged him down through the crowd. The pit empty, save for the thick ooze rippling and dancing in its own curious way. Stepping out onto the reverberating flooring, Kai blushed as the buzz worked through his soles, up his legs, into his chest as Quin drew him close. The pulsing baseline slopped the thick ooze about their forms. Splattering, painting legs and hips, flecking along torso and abdominals as the hare turned his friend, and drew Kais' back against his chest.
He was aware of the eyes on him as he ground and danced, this time more in tune with the hare's motions and body than anything the music reverberated through him. His hands traced, brushing up along a neck, and the back of Quin's head, slipping thick sheets of that inky hair through his fingers, tilting into a kiss as the hare's hands roamed, and brushed, trailing slick swaths of the warm ooze over his frame, painting him all anew as their bodies ground and arched along one another.
The thumping music, and the sound of the crowd on all sides was near overwhelming, as he felt Quin's slick hand draw both pairs of matching overalls down. He bared only Kai's rising arrousal to the thicker air, his own hidden, grinding between the snug orbs of his friend's rump, smearing, hotdogging, and before long, wedging, spreading with smooth, fluid grace. Moaning out, they sank, to knees, and all fours on that vibrating stage, drizzling and dripping with ever more of the gooey murk, as it easily lathered and layered over them with every bassy pulse. Quins' hips began a smooth motion, rolling and dragging, grinding through the hyenolf. The potent buzzing of his form its own intense twist on their rutt, causing the hybrid to clench especially hard as Quin's near vibrating shaft agonized his prostate exquisitely. He was sure shocks of electricity coursed through him as they fucked. No soft, slow and sweet coupling, they were bidden by their lust and the music, roiling in the inky pit to get filthy and slake themselves, over and over.
Quins hips slapped almost erratically, his hands stroking and squeezing the smaller frame under him, stroking and milking that knot-based girth as Kai's head lay back in a shakey howl. The hot body pressing against him, weighing him down, fucking him so intently, and intensely, the heavy, sticky ooze splattering, until they were nigh indistinguishable from one another, or the pit itself, save the shapes they made as the music thundered. Unable to help his delighted cries, Kai sank into them as the hare fucked with wanton abandon, grinding back needfully and shuddering from the utter overload his body was going through, he felt himself building, that needy release creeping through his frame, tensing, resisting the reverberation echoing through every fibre of his being. The air caught in his lungs, his muzzle ajar, spattered with more of the slick goo, his eyes fluttering shut, as he tried frantically to press back.
And at last, his pleasure broke, shattering like a dam and sending his hips into overdrive as he all but screamed his rapturous release to the crowd, cheering in turn. His orgasm was utterly lost amidst the splatters of dark ooze splashing against his front. His mind utterly rent by the release of such pleasure, nearly whited out from the intensity, but for the music still pounding away, he could have collapsed and slept for a week.
Head hanging, he shook as his body still trembled with intoxicating delight. Quins' hand stroked his side and back, as more of the oil surged about and over him, and unseen to the hybrid, softened and sloughed more of him off, raining slowly and sagging, sinking off Quins' cock to collapse amidst the ooze of the pit. With another heavy pulse of the bassline, the hybrid came undone in a thick wave of ooze, and a feeble moan, that Quin could scarcely hear. Rising slowly from the murk, Quin grinned, standing bared, slick ooze drizzling from his frame as he felt the essence of the hybrid in the ooze, as much as the feline and rat before him. Drawing in a slow breath of the air, tinged with so many virile bodies in motion, he ran his slick hands through his hairbefore flicking out the thick cascading locks, with richer shades of purple, and that oily tinge. Smirking, the lepine cast his gaze about among the crowd, beckoned to another frame, their pink fur snuggly wrapped in shades of neoprene and fishnetting. With a flutter of wings, the mog slunk his way towards the pit.
The music was silent, and the last of the other bodies had finally slipped from the club to make their bleary, but elatedly spent bodies home. Sitting on the edge of the pit, Quin smiled as he eyed the inky pool, and slowly rose to his feet. He was ever indefatigueable on the dance-floor. Stepping through the slick puddle, he rumbled at the soft sucking grip of the slick, sticky ooze splashing about his ankles. He could feel them in there, and drew them up as he passed. Completely, and unabashedly nude, Quin smiled as he brushed over a marking or two, including the inky hyenolf portrait forming on his chest from a wayward splatter of ooze. 'Welcome to your new home, 'Nolf, next time I host a rave, maybe I'll let you out to dance.' Quin almost crooned as he thumbed the new tattoo, leaving the inky pool and slick, dark footprints behind him.
--Fin