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Jon didn't like to brag, but he was used to success.

He was the type who went into an idea with the full confidence that it would work in his favor, and so often, it didn't matter how crazy that idea seemed: he'd come out better for having acted on it almost every single time.

The looks that he received when he first suggested that they should have a live, authentic moan on an audio track were still etched into his memory, but more prominent was the twisted look of delight on the woman's face as he manipulated her body into providing the kind of cries that were every bit as organic as they were orgasmic.

Calls were coming into the radio station like crazy, with eager couples requesting the song so much that Jon briefly considered turning his phone off; social media was getting to be overwhelming.

"We need another one."

"I...I dunno about all that," Jon argued with his producer over the phone, having retreated to his coastal home to get away from the sound of his own voice for a little while. "I'm really proud of myself for coming up with the concept, and we nailed it the first time. I don't want to beat this idea to death before it has a chance to really be born, dude."

"Contracts are a terrible thing, Jon...and they say that if we very strongly suggest that you do something with a song, you should probably do it."

"I've broken contract before."

"Yes, and we've had to deal with lawyers and promoters who worked with clients that were far more trouble than you are. At the end of the day, we both want your fans to be happy, and while the majority of them are...there's a few that are complaining that the song is lacking something."

Jon cocked a brow. "What could the song be missing?"

"A man's touch."

At first, the otter was tempted to argue that his voice was the only so-called man's touch that any song he wrote needed, but his mind quickly turned to the effect that a live, lustful woman had on the crowd of recording artists around her.

She was in the middle of genuine, irresistible pleasure when Jon was buried between her thighs, and that sound rang true just as well over the radio as it did in the booth where it was recorded.

"So they want me to record an equal and opposite song?" he asked, his expression turning back up to a clever smirk. "Expand on the idea before anyone else has a chance to try it?"

"We didn't think you'd offer so much resistance to the concept, honestly."

"No resistance on my end," Jon clarified. "But you said that my song was missing something, and I'm sorry, but that song was fucking perfect."

"Does that mean you're gonna try and strike gold a second time?"

"We're going straight to platinum, dude. We just need to find the right guy."

***************

One thing that Jon understood better than any other artist in the music world was the need for sounds to be organic.

That wasn't to say that using a soundboard was the kind of criminal act that some creators treated it as, but he believed that no part of a song should be forced; everything had to come from a natural flow, fitting into place and enhancing the overall quality of the product. It was easy to take away from the experience by weighing it down with unnecessary excess, and already, he was worried about the concept of the authentic moan watering down songs that didn't need it.

The only way he could see the second attempt working so well was to attack the very same concept that he had before, by treating the second song like it was the B-side to an already wildly popular single.

It'd be exactly that, but even with the idea plotted and understood, he'd need to recreate the entire experience from top to bottom...and it would be hard to do when everyone in the larger recording studios would be expecting him to pick them out for their vocal contributions.

"I wish they would have told me that they wanted this kind of thing the day after, not the damned week after," he groaned. "Would have made things a lot easier for me..."

It was rare that music could ever frustrate the otter, but the industry surrounding his favorite craft was wrought with little irritations like that.

"Excuse me, Jon?"

"This had better be good, Troy..."

"I'm pretty sure you'll be pleased."

Troy was one of the studio managers, and someone that was able to pull Jon out of a couple of slumps in the past. His influence wasn't the driving force behind any of the songs, but Jon gave credit where it was due, and there were a couple of hits that wouldn't have made it out the door without Troy's help.

"One of the sound engineers on the previous track volunteered to step up and take the place of the male in your next song!"

Jon didn't greet that with the smile that Troy was expecting. "And I'm supposed to be excited by that?"

"Trust me, Jon. There's something about this guy that feels very relatable. I think the kind of sound he'll produce for your next track is just the kind of thing you were going for the first time. He's got a very everyman appeal to him without being bland!"

"That doesn't sound too far from boring, dude."

"Give him a chance, and I think you'll be rather satisfied with the results..."

****

It wasn't like Jon to rush back to the studio on such short notice, especially when he was relaxing in his home studio for the weekend.

When he arrived, however, there was already press and a posse waiting for him on the other side of the doors.

"You people are starting to worry me with how much you follow me around," he teased, trying to remain professional despite his mild irritation. "You should get a hobby or something!"

His last hit was so successful that the paparazzi couldn't get enough of him, and selling a track that had a genuine sex act in the background was sure to get the media talking about his work.

Jon should have been happier about it, but no one liked having a microphone shoved in their face when they headed to the office for the day.

"Mister Sanders! TMS reporting, wondering if you're planning to repeat your antics from the previous track?"

He rolled his eyes. "Something like that, yeah."

"Sally Urns, Local News Four; Do you think that your songs are sending the wrong message to generations of younger listeners out there?"

"My music being sex positive isn't the problem, Sally. Parents need to sit down with their kids and have those discussions. I'm not here to raise any children, and I'm not here to tell them how to live either...I'm here to make the best damn music I can, and that means pushing the envelope from time to time!"

"Jon, if yo-

"Speaking of pushing the envelope, you guys might wanna clear a path. I've heard there's some new talent waiting for me in the recording booth, and I'd hate to make them wait any longer!"

Knowing what a big deal it was for someone to put their voice and body on the line in such a way, Jon didn't want to seem rude. Though he wasn't pleased with the media turnout, he deeply appreciated that someone was volunteering to offer their voice for a project that was guaranteed to have a lot of controversy around it.

Controversy or not, he was going to walk into the recording studio and put on the best performance that he could. He trusted Troy's judgment enough to think that whoever was waiting on the other side, they'd be a good fit for the confident, almost _arrogant_tone that his next single was going to take.

"Out of the way, people!" Jon's agents and managers pushed the press to the side, but they weren't going to kick them out of the studio completely; this kind of press should have cost them a fortune, but they didn't have to pay a dime for the airtime they were getting.

It didn't guarantee the success of the song, but it made sure that people would be aware of it.

"Go easy on 'em," Jon put on his best fake smile as he moved through the cameras and microphones, trying to ignore the painful flash of bright bulbs in his face. "They're just eager to taste the lyrical goodness that I've been cooking up at home for the past couple weeks. We've just gotta set the table first!"

The proverbial meal on that table was already sitting in a comfortable chair in the mostly soundproofed room, looking a bit less timid than the previous voice talent, while appearing far less typical for the role.

His name was Jeremy, and as Jon thought back on it, he recalled seeing the lion around the studio a couple of times before. He didn't stick out, but he wasn't quite a wallflower, either; he had exactly the kind of appeal that Troy was talking about.

He could have fit in just about anywhere, and as Jon recalled from their few, brief conversations, his voice was rather pleasant on the ears.

"You sure you wanna give up that calm, comfortable life working the soundboards to dive into the world of being a rockstar?" Jon asked, greeting Jeremy with all the same gusto that he would have to a fan or distance acquaintance. "Once you get your name on this track, there's no going back, big guy."

Jeremy wasn't that big; his body was fairly close to an average build, perhaps a little bit more to the slim side.

He also wasn't suckered in by Jon's playful attitude, having been around him enough to know when he was being sincere, and when he was playing it up for an audience.

"Trust me, I plan on going back to work almost as soon as this is over," Jeremy admitted. "But I have always thought it'd be a lot of fun to work with you on a more _personal_level."

There was such honesty in the way that Jeremy spoke that Jon didn't feel right putting on some kind of a voice filter. He immediately felt a bit sour, as if he'd been treating a grown man like a child.

"Well, two things before we start," Jon's voice evened out a bit. "First off, I want to thank you for doing such a good job behind the scenes all the time...you guys working in the booth don't get nearly the kind of respect that you deserve."

Jeremy's smile was a little bit above average, breaking him further from the everyman mold. "Thank you," he replied simply, able to see how happy Jon was to have a genuine smile from him.

"You're very welcome," he answered. "But second and more importantly...are you sure that you're okay with all of those people out there seeing what I'm about to do to you? I don't plan to pull any punches, y'know."

"I'd be kind of insulted if you did..."

The lion caught Jon off guard, his smile crooking into more of a grin as Jon's expression shared that bewilderment. "W...Well then. I guess we'd better get started!"

Troy knew that there was more to the lion than what was shown on the surface, but he wanted to let Jon experience that in the most organic way possible, thinking that the slight element of mystery between the two would service the tone of the track.

Like so many other people, there was a sensuality to Jeremy that wasn't present on the surface, but as other members of the recording studio came in to help him out of his jeans and into the sling, it became further and further apparent that he'd been touched by the otter's music before; this was going to be a visceral experience for both of them.

"Make sure we can hear the lyrics from the backing track," Jon instructed, as Jeremy was assisted into the same sling that was used for the girl in the previous song. "I've got a feeling that this guy wants the full experience of what I'm about..."

"Not just acting for the cameras, then?" Jeremy asked, as he was eased back into the sling. His pants were just starting to come down, before Jon reached out and put a stop to the act, just as Jeremy's cock was getting ready to spring up from a cotton prison.

He made a quick, dismissive gesture, ushering the others out of the recording booth.

"Allow me."

They were recording already, wanting to make sure that they captured Jon's authentic opening line. Producers were already giving each other a wicked, greedy smirk as Jon rustled Jeremy's slacks, wanting the microphones to catch the rugged sound of cloth being pulled away from the lion's body.

"You think you know what I'm all about," his voice was somewhere between spoken word and a gentle harmony as he stood before the sling. A quick tug was just enough to finally give Jeremy's member some breathing room, but it was only just starting to stiffen up as the otter moved in closer. Jeans fell to the floor as he allowed the cameras just one quick, brief exposure of the lion's pucker, but the song was quickly becoming an afterthought.

Jon did just enough to give Jeremy's move private areas some airtime before he decided to hog the show. "But listen, boy...you've got a lot to figure out."

The clever rhyme was timed up perfectly to the beat; it begged Jeremy for an answer, but he knew that he wasn't there to play an opposing part.

He was there to supply the kind of backup vocals that couldn't be faked.

"Did you see how fast he took those jeans off? Jon's definitely in a mood today, isn't he?"

"Too bad he's blocking the best part, now!"

"Can't really blame him for being greedy. Looks like that lion's been hiding his best talents from the world for a while..."

"Wait, there he goes! Get that camera ready!"

It was hard to say if the crowd was more interested in Jon's musical performance, or his stage performance as he dipped just below the sling. "You think you've figured me out, that's no surprise..."

Microphones were set up to capture Jon's voice from just about any angle, even as he rested his palms on the inside of Jeremy's thighs and gave them a slow, teasing rub. Eager digits moved all the way up, starting from the inside of the knee and traveling along the inner thigh until he reached the warm, tender flesh just beneath the lion's sack.

"You wanna know my secret? You'd better vocalize."

The quietest groan was already leaving Jeremy's muzzle as he leaned back in the sling, pushing his hips forward and opening his thighs a little wider. Jon's touch was more of a tickle than a pleasure at that point, but it quickly shifted gears as he pressed the end of his warm, skilled muzzle into that gap, just above Jeremy's waiting asshole.

His lips were only starting to open when the lion felt not a want, but a need to tell Jon what a talent he truly was.

"O-oh...that's...that's good..."

He wasn't the trained actor that the previous voice talent was, but the crowd that was watching seemed more pleased with his efforts all the same: it wasn't the partially acted moan of a famous starlet, but the genuine bliss of a man that they all just barely knew, as if they were being given a voyeur's window into his bedroom personality.

It was the kind of thing that they were all morbidly curious about, but none of them had the guts to ever pursue.

With such an opportunity looking them right in the face, they didn't dare to look away.

"That all you got, baby? You gonna gimme more?"

His voice might have been given over to lyrics, but Jeremy felt like the song belonged to him, as if every word had been written about the slowly building cry of delight that he held in. All of his reaction was drawn from a mere brush of Jon's muzzle against his pucker, but the quick touch of a tongue upon it shook the entire sling.

Jeremy shuddered and tried not to stifle his moans, knowing that his voice was the whole reason he was there in the first place. "Mnn..._y-yeah...I'll give y-you _everything..."

A lace of sensuality rested on every word that escaped the lion's quivering lips, and without even meaning to, he offered the perfect response to Jon's harmonized question.

Troy couldn't keep the shit-eating grin from his face as he watched how perfectly the pair interacted, but his eye was on the cameras, as they tried to get as much of the lewd display as they possibly could on film.

Jeremy was giving them plenty to look at, as his cock slowly throbbed to life with every beat of his racing heart, until it was standing up stiff and pulsing, with a dribble of precum to glisten along the underside.

Anyone who questioned the authenticity of the first song had firsthand evidence of just what a talented otter Jon really was, but even beyond his ability, it was just how bold he could be in the spirit of taking his music to the next level that made him a media darling.

"He's really working that tongue now...look at how deep he's getting in that lion's asshole!"

"D...Damn. He's actually stretching it a little bit, isn't he?"

The warmer pink of his puckered flesh was going to be exposed on such a scale that Jeremy hadn't properly thought of just what a risk he was taking, but there'd be no shortage of 'talent' agencies calling him after his performance. The fear of his genuine, pleasured face being on camera was completely melted by the eager, skillful probing of Jon's tongue, and any chance it had of resurfacing faded away with the pressure of a single fingertip on that spot.

"Focus the shot just under his tail!"

Jon looked back out the window of the recording booth for a brief moment, letting them capture the sight of his narrow, devilish grin, right next to the asshole he'd just been tonguing. A pair of digits kept the tender, tight opening spread apart for the national news to appreciate, but he wasn't done going to work on the lucky lion just yet.

"Say my name, boy; gimme what I'm waiting for..."

The warm, soft fur on Jon's cheek brushed along the underside of Jeremy's twitching length, giving the lion such pleasure that he was worried he might actually reach climax on the record.

Somehow, he thought that he was just going to give a few brief moans and be done for the day, but he felt silly as he remembered how thorough Jon was the first time around.

"Oh, f-fuck... Jon , that's...t-too fucking good...I dunno how much m-more I can take..."

Winking up at the lion, Jon showed just how determined he was to get the real, mind-blowing orgasm on the track, able to hear the beat still going in the background. His lips parted around the drooling tip of the lion's member as he took it into his mouth little by little, squeezing the base with a paw and coating it with just enough saliva to keep it slick to the touch.

Pulling off with a quick lick of his lips, Jon dipped one of his fingers into his own muzzle and lubed it up the only way that he could, soaking it all the way down to the palm. It eased inside the lion's warmed up entrance with a gentle push, and Jeremy began panting as he knew that the end was in sight.

"Damn right I'm cocky baby...you better not forget it..."

The sound engineers could piece together Jon's perfectly spoken lyrics when all was said and done, but everyone was having trouble focusing as they watched him start to pump the lion's cock. His grip was tight at the base, loosening up only slightly at the tip to milk the precum right out of it, keeping things nice and slick as he went.

That was almost an afterthought to the way that his finger eagerly pumped inside of the clenching, tender walls of the trembling feline.

"Focus on Jeremy," the directors were keeping a close eye on all the details as the media watched with bated breath; some of them had the modesty to stand aside and be professional about their work, but there were one or two in the crowd that couldn't help shifting their cocks or quietly clutching their own breasts as Jon put his tongue right back to work, putting it flat against the bottom of the lion's back door. "He's getting ready to blow!"

Jon could hardly move his pawtip any longer: he grinned as he tried all the same, knowing what that clench meant for the song. Even the little bit of motion he could manage kept a quiet, low groan coming from Jeremy, until inner muscles seized up around the digit and held it in place.

Rapid, thorough pumps from his other paw were helped along by a flood of precum as Jeremy tried not to toss his head back. "Oh, o-oh...Jon, I...I'm g-gonna cum...I'm cumming! Yes!"

He ultimately lost that battle as he winced his eyes shut and tensed up, tossing his mane as his head threw itself back. There wasn't a single person in the crowd that had full control of their urges anymore, but they tried to keep the focus on the show as camera continued to roll and sound engineers picked up every second of Jeremy's climax.

On a national news feed, the sight of ropes of cum flying up into the air and splashing back down on the floor of the recording studio would shock some and delight others, but with Jon superimposed against it, Troy was just thinking of what an amazing cover it was going to make for the single album.

"Think you can handle me?" Jon kept up his professionalism through and through, pumping his paw and stroking Jeremy all the way through his orgasm, as a sign of thanks for the lion's contribution. Somehow, he managed to keep his voice and his wits about him all the while, singing the lyrics that he'd dedicated to memory only hours before. "Fuckin' come and get it..."

There was just a little mess spilling over his fingers as he slowed down, twisting his paw from side to side each time that it reached the tip of the lion's trembling cock. "Jon , you...d-damn..." was all that Jeremy could manage, but the sound engineers captured that little soundbite, as well, finding it the perfect way to cap off the intro of the song.

Within the soundproof room, Jon was panting just a little bit with his own effort as he pulled his finger free and stared shamelessly into the open pucker of the lion, admiring his own handiwork. He felt he'd earned a little show for the work that he'd done, and he knew that the song was going to be a hit, just like the one before it.

The sound of the engineers yelling "And we're clear," was drowned out by the immediate rush of applause that followed, with an entire studio eager to get a quick interview with Jon when they were done singing his praises.

They'd have to wait: he wasn't quite done listening to the praises of his recording partner.

"Was...was that what you were l-looking for, Jon?" Jeremy asked. He was just starting to catch his breath, and in the clarity of the aftermath, starting to realize the gravity of what he'd taken part of.

Jon nodded, looking at Jeremy like a fellow professional; there was genuine admiration in his stare. "It was _just_what the song needed," he claimed. "But..."

Jeremy frowned. "But?"

"We should probably get a little backup content, just in case that didn't take," he said. "Maybe in my private studio back home?"

The lion read right between the lines and felt his lips curling eagerly. "Does it have a sling in it?"