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The mountain of crumpled cotton sheets was the first thing I saw; the standard result of a frenetic night of fucking if ever there was. Morning rays penetrated through the gaps in the ceiling-high silk curtains. Vast beach sands and water glistened in that light through the window. Marble walls and floors spotless, aside from a few more signs of what we were doing last night, accentuated the luxurious feel of it all. I sat up stretched, then yawned, taking in the morning light.

"This is the life." I muttered, to no one really.

"You said it." The other voice in bed responded. I lay back down and face them, looking at the calm and flushed face of the silky smooth and naked otter... Otter!

"Rud! Holy shit what time is it!" I glance frantically around the room, how the fuck did I end up here. This top floor penthouse apartment, so vast but clearly only meant for one person, the person who left all these amps lying around, that're honestly just ruining the fancy scenery, he' also the person I just slept with.

"Ugh 8:00am," The otter said sitting up and rubbing an eye. "Now get down there and blow me, I've got a show later today." He lifted the blankets and pointed down at his cock, it was bright and up as the morning sun. I was tempted, but I've got other things I should focus on.

"Rud, w-we... last night... but my other boyfriends and... wait I fucked a celebrity!?"

"Got fucked by," He corrected. The otter was about as tall as me so honestly it could've gone either way. "And yeah, one of the best fucks I've had in awhile. I can see why you have two boyfriends."

"Yeah and I need to get back to them before they wake up so just let me--" I tried getting up while saying that, but the otter grabbed my tail, getting a heightened yelp out of me. I was tugged back on the bed.

"Guess you're still faithful to those dudes you're completely unfaithful to. Fine, international superstar and bestselling musician, Rud's cool being your third choice," he let out a sigh. "But I'm not letting you leave 'til I can make sure I'll see you again."

Rud got up and out of bed, giving me the perfect view of his lithe marsupial frame. No wonder I spent an entire night with this guy. I'm almost regretting not taking his suggestion with that shiny cock all out there ready for any kind of treatment. He grabbed his guitar and strapped it over his naked body then grabbed 4 paper slips from a drawer.

"Three tickets for the man and his men," He tossed them on the bed. "And one backstage pass for the man himself." He wrapped a lanyard around my neck.

"Huh? Why're you?"

"You're coming backstage with me before the show starts, gonna help with preparations before the concert."

"Do I look like a crew boy to you?"

"We don't have a fluffer on set," He shot me a wink. "Oh, and a gift for some bomb ass sex." The last thing he threw were a pair of shorts, otter shorts specifically. I knew because the slot where their rudder butts go through was hanging off my nose. "Promised you pants didn't I?"

I got off the bed too and slipped the pants on. It was nice having something to wear, but that tail hole was wide and a little exposing. I even turned around to show Rud, he just whistled and said, "it's all I got. Doesn't look half bad on you though." I shrugged and just accepted the compliment.

"You're not gonna rat me out or anything?"

Rud strummed his guitar and sang out, "This rat's got no cheese to gain... nah, that sounds dumb."

"I guess that's a yes. Listen, thank you for the tickets and the passes my boyfriends will love me for this."

He strummed again "_Don't spread that love too thin. _Oh, I like that, sounds a little cliché though, maybe with a backing track or--"

"Are you writing a song?"

"Yeah, promised the label I'd debut something tonight. Was going to spend last night writing it, but then I saw this red panda fall into a dumpster, and that just about occupied the rest of my night... Red Panda falling into a dumpster," he sang. "Oh, sorry about that."

Rud put a webbed hand on my shoulder before saying, "There's a better way you can apologize." He pointed his pick down at his prick. What the hell, he's a celebrity, can you blame me for wanting to do this for the 10th time in the last 12 hours? _STRUM _"Ohhhh yeahhhhhhh."

The sound of my dingo Snoring deeper than a baritone hit me when I entered the room. Those toys must've done a number on him.

"Hey sleepyhead, wake up!" I pounded on his shoulder. "You have a competition to prepare for." That stirred him up.

He let out an intense yawn. "Alright, mum, I'm up." He hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me onto his chest. "Hmm, I've gotta prepare." He scratched my head a bit, and I nuzzled his chest. We both stood up eventually, but I don't think either of us wanted to. "Come on, let's get in the shower."

Tempting, but there's a slim chance Chase could still be fucking that pillow fort, and someone needs to stop him. "I've got to do something first... just save some hot water for me."

"What could you possibly--" I showed him his ticket and that shut the dog up. "Seth, how? That concert was sold out before I got into this competition. You didn't do anything you didn't want to... or--"

" I can assure you the only dick I'm sucking is yours," I lied. "Just trust me when I say I need to secure our spots."

"Alright, and hey, while you're out there, can you fetch me some Gatorade?"

Chase was passed out on the pillow mound where I left him. The only sound in the room now were his purrs, first telling me that he didn't die from exhaustion due to humping all night, and secondly, that my phone was dead. Those pre-recorded moans I set up to trick the panther into thinking I was still there weren't playing. I wonder which shut down first?

I grabbed a pillow from the fort, being sure to remove the toy out from the bottom before throwing it under our bed. Then I hit the cat with the pillow. No response. "Hey wake up!" I hit him again. The black, exhausted mass groaned and writhed as he came to life, pillows shifting spots as he stretched, arms, legs, and tail in that elegantly feline way where it looked like his bones were made of rubber.

"Why'd you move?" He said though a yawn. "I'm not done with you, yet." Chase stretched a languid arm in my direction. Normally, he'd snatch me up before I realized, but he's half awake and probably really exhausted from last night.

I swatted his hand away with the throw pillow. "Come on, we're not spending our whole vacation fucking each other," I giggled never admit it, but even big cats run out of stamina. "How'll we go to the Rud concert?"

"The one that's sold out?" Chase responded, rubbing an eye.

"Yeah...." I pulled his ticket out of my pocket. The look of shock on his face was anything but exhausted, it's rare that I'm the one surprising him.

"Come here." Chase reached out again and pulled me in, succeeding this time. He hugged me from behind and brought my hand with the ticket up to his face... guess he's still skeptical. "They look real, but I'm not sure."

"Oh, they're real, kitty, would I ever lie to you?" I insisted. He gave me a low purr in response.

Affection was something that he rewarded me with any time I did something good for him. Still feels genuine though. Try having a panther hug you tight while nuzzling the side of your face and not getting all tingly inside.

Instinctively, I grinded against his sheath "ahh fuck don't--" He groaned, seemingly in pain.

"Huh? What's wrong, kitty?" I asked.

"Don't grind there, I'm a bit sore." I had to fight saying something snarky, lest he actually pin me down and fuck me anyway.

"Why don't you rest? I'll leave this ticket with you." I put it on the nightstand "I don't know about you, but I want to go to the beach."

"Wait, before you go..." I stopped at the door when he started talking. "I've got something planned for us right before the concert. Meet me at the resort's performance hall."

I got up and scratched the back of his head,"Will do, kitty."

"The newcomer to Mitis Vere resort's annual surfing competition is doing great. Just came out of that barrel untouched."

"That's right Jim, just look at that magnificent form taking that wave and then just laying back to enjoy the ride."

I felt a sense of pride as my dingo elegantly sprung from his current wave and spun a 180 in the air. He eclipsed the sky as flecks of water illuminated by the sun behind him shot off his magnificent body to just amplify the awe of his surf.

"Looking good out there," I shouted from the boat I'd boarded to watch the show. It was a crowded space and my shout was muffled by other cheers.

He did some more impressive tricks, gliding along the tips of gargantuan waves like a hydraulic halfpipe, all while carrying some impressive poses too. I think I saw him do a one-legged swan somewhere in there. All those years of practice must've done him well, but I'm sure the real reason he's performing so well are my words of encouragement.

"Jane, this dingo is a shoeing to win, and he doesn't even have a nickname yet!"

_"I know Jim, the way he managed to pull off that floater was incredible! I swear he rode the edge of that wave for five whole seconds." _

By the time his turn ended I'm sure he accrued more fans. Well, I beat them to the punch; I was sucking dingo dick before he got popular.

Oliver swam and grabbed the edge of his board, staring up at me from the water. "How'd I look, babe?" I had to lean down and over the rails to make it clear to his new fans that he was talking to me.

"Oh, you looked amazing out there. "I love the way that wetsuit clings to you, almost looks like you're not wearing anything at all." I don't know anything about surfing, aside from what I've learned second hand from him. Might as well accurately compliment something else.

"I meant on the board red. Although, you look...eye catching, too...right now."

"Hehe, I thought I'd bring something special to encourage you during your show." And special it was; not a lot of people were wearing swimsuits on this boat, so I already stood out like that. But I'd wager that I was the only guy on here not wearing a swimsuit that wasn't just a pair of trunks. "Like it?"

I spun around for him, giving a 360-degree view of a bikini I bought for this occasion. The tube top hung snugly around my chest to give the illusion that I was just an AA size or something smaller, while the bottoms were loose enough to hide my package.

"It's, uh, definitely having an effect." Oliver responded, tugging at his wetsuit neck.

_"WHISTLE," _at first, I thought the wolf whistle was coming from the boat, but then I turned and saw a green crocodilian figure standing on a surfboard of his own calling out to me. "I appreciate the display but save something for me after I win, girl."

I've never hated a man faster in my life. "I'm not a--"

"Oh, hey Ding!" He shouted at Oliver. "Congrats on not wiping out, heard the lifeguard was off duty helping some guy who almost went under. It'd be a real shame if you drowned." He lowered himself onto his board in one of your standard, paint me like one of your French girls, poses then looked back at me. "He's also a reptile like me, I know, we're a pretty altruistic bunch. So, you gonna be rooting for me luv." He directed that one at me.

There's nothing I hate more than some smug asshole who thinks they can get anyone to ride their dicks. I only ride the dicks of slightly charming assholes. "No, I'm here rooting for him." I said pointing at my dingo.

"Oh, is this your bird, ding?" What I wouldn't give to have Oliver just hit him with his board right now. Asshole can't even say an extra 'o' while talking to Oliver. "Well, if the fine lady wants to switch sides after my go, I won't blame her."

The asshole stood up and made a little call sign in with his hand directed at me, I responded with a middle finger, but he just nodded at me and paddled off. "Fuck that guy!" I heard an 'I wish' form some voices behind me. I tuned them out with the more sensible response from my water dingo.

"He's the current ranging champion...I understand the narcissism...you wouldn't actually consider switching sides, though right?" Slightly more sensible.

"Oliver, I don't give a shit about surfing," I clarified. "But I do hope you floor that guy."

"The newcomer was set to win until this moment, our reigning champion has arrived. Chrogua!"

"He's won every year for the past 6 competitions, but now he's got a formidable opponent in the form of not even aquatic species. Can he take his position once again?"

I crossed my arms and scoffed; I can't believe all the guys behind me were losing their shit for this guy. I don't see what's so special about him. He was doing everything Oliver was, but a hundred times less sexy. Despite the rippling muscles and V line coming down to the crotch of his swimsuit, he opted for trunks instead of a wetsuit. Bold move for someone so blatantly unattractive, I swear I wasn't imagining what was under them nearly as much as the other competitors, or Oliver. Nope, nothing about this guy caught my eye at all. But he was the fan favorite, so he was probably going to win if these deafening cheers had anything to say about it. He had more than Oliver.

Speaking of which, I could see my dingo slumping over his board and looking down. He was obviously feeling a little inadequate, despite leaping four feet into the air from a fucking wave earlier. He needed to win this competition, and I had a plan to help with that.

I lifted the tube top over my head and held it in one hand, now using the other to cover my chest. Then I waved it around in the air and added my voice to the cheers of the other brainless fans. I felt a slight pang of guilt knowing that Oliver could hear me too. But that went away as I saw it. A point in my direction from the crocodile himself. He saw me.

Swiftly I threw the top aside and jumped into the water. Hey, don't jump off boats, the whiplash you get from the height and sudden temperature change is too much to handle, but thankfully for me I had someone there to help.

"Are you crazy!" Oliver yelled after breaking the surface with me.

"Yes, but I have a plan Oliver. Help me onto your board and I'll win you this competition. I'm going to distract him the only way I know how."

"What! No way, we're going to win from the merits of our surfing capabilities alone, I as a fellow surfer cannot defile this--

While he was talking, I climbed onto the board myself, wobbling as I tried to stand. "Hey! You'll fall again!" My Dingo isn't the brightest. I'm struggling to balance on a board and his great idea is to stand on it with me. Thankfully I was able to balance myself well enough to stay there until he got on too. Once he was on, he held me tight in a not very loving, but secure embrace. "Seth, where's your top?"

"Doesn't matter, help me take the rest of it off." I said frantically.

"What! Seth you know where we are, right?!" Ever the prude.

"There are no cameras on us. Plus, I need to do this to help you win. Now come on!" I took matters into my own hands and lowered the piece myself, teasing the wet fabric down my legs until it came off completely, then tossed it into the ocean.

I felt Oliver move his head. He was looking at the boat to see if anyone noticed, but I think they were all too busy gobbing over the croc to see me even jump off the boat. "Seth are you sure about...are you jerking off?!"

"Yep," I was, feverishly and frantically trying to get my cock out as fast as possible with one hand and trying to whistle with the other. I caught the attention of our crocodilian friend. What I wouldn't give for an instant replay of his face at that moment. The shock that comes along any straight man's face when they realized what they were hitting on might not have been a girl at all... seeing me feverishly pump my dick and fondle my balls while the tunnel of the wave he was riding consumed him, that's when he realized he was trapped.

"Oh, what do you think happened there, Jane?"

"I don't know Jim, but it goes to show you, zone out for even a second and you can kiss the champion titleship goodbye."

"Clear as day, that was a wipeout."

A solitary board stood floating by itself after the wave subsided. Until one hand emerged to grab it, followed by another. Then a figure came upon it, a green scaled muscular figure displaying himself in all his glory to his fans.

"Ay ya gay bastard, why'd you go distracting me like that for. I ain't into dudes so quit flirting." The croc screamed at us.

"Hey don't be homophobic!" I screamed back.

"Yeah, that's the kind've thing that'll damage your reputation more than your lost swimsuit!" Oliver added.

"I'm not being homophobic, ya homos. I'm just telling ding there to keep his little cockslut under control... wait what about my swimsuit!" The croc looked down in utter shock, face sinking into a reddish green as he realized his current situation.

I put my fingers in my mouth and let out a similar whistle to the one he gave me earlier. He lost his trunks during the wipeout and didn't realize until he was brazenly displaying himself on his surfboard.

laughter from his former fans came in at full volume. Not only that but the laughter of many many other viewers across the world watching this televised event. It got even more cathartic for us when he dived back in the water to hide his shame, essentially forfeiting any chance he had to continue surfing and win back the competition.

"I can't see it well from this distance, but I think you're bigger than him." I pointed out, then playfully grabbed at Oliver's wetsuit.

"You're evil red." My dingo said to me, now replacing my hand with his. I gracefully accepted this thank you and used my other hand to reach behind the dingo's head.

"Asshole deserved it." I looked into my dingo's eyes, ready to see the concern and guilt for cheating just fade away, but his stare didn't change. Guess I'll have to change it myself. I went in for a kiss fully expecting to take dingo lips, but my face met a hand instead.

"Wait Seth... shouldn't we find your swimsuit first." Once again, ever the prude.

"Oh, I don't mind. The breeze is nice today." I tugged a little at the top of his wetsuit, urging him to show a little fur too. "why don't you--"

"I'm fine Seth." He took my hand away from the suit. "You know, if anyone caught you, we could've been kicked out. I might've been disqualified too. You were kinda already pushing it with that swimsuit."

"What's wrong with a little crossdressing babe?" I covered my dick with my hand and put the other on my hip. "I'm one of very few guys who could pull off something like that." I would've given him a twirl if I had a little more balance.

"Babe... this isn't the kind've event for that, I mean it was my show and--"

"Oh, you're afraid I stole your spotlight, huh? Well I was sure to avoid all those cameras, so you were front and center hun."I wouldn't admit it directly, but I knew I'd steal the show.

"Seth! No, ugh sorry for yelling." The dingo put a hand to his head obviously flustered. Maybe he's just nervous about me being naked out here, but I'm sure he's going to be laughing at this later on. "What was that about not giving a shit about surfing?"

"Huh?"

"You said you didn't give a shit about surfing Seth, why're you here then?"

"Because I want to support you Oliver."

"Seth, surfing is my life. It's something that I genuinely can't live without. It's just... strange that you haven't picked up on anything from the time we spent together." It was true, I did come out to watch the dingo ride those waves. Although, again with a body like that, could you blame me for not picking up on technique? But if it makes him happy.

"Alright babe, hey why don't you teach me when we live together. We can do like, romantic surfing sessions. Sex on the waves maybe."

That seemed to calm him down, the hand on the back of my head started lightly scratching it.

"Ok babe," he solemnly responded.

"Did you hear, you weren't the only guy today who lost his swimsuit out at sea." Chase said.

"Oh really?" I wasn't thinking when I tossed my swimsuit into the ocean... it served as a perfect excuse to get away from Oliver after the competition ended though. The sweetheart even covered me with his board till we got to my towel on land so I could wrap myself and run.

"Yeah saw the tail end of that surfing competition, the gator on it fell off his board. Guy lost more than just his title. They even made him accept his second-place award nude." Chase recounted. Again, what I wouldn't give to be there. I still felt shitty for not seeing Oliver take his award, but he's off enjoying some fancy winner's dinner which I wouldn't have been invited to anyway. "There was also this other guy who lost his after almost drowning, lifeguard helped him out though so he's probably fine."

"Man, clothes are just_ flying_ off today." Speaking of which, when I finally got back to Chase's room, he already laid out an outfit for me. A blue suit to go against my fur, no underwear though, but I never wear that anyway. Chase was dressed similarly. The panther had a full white tuxedo complete with a red bowtie. I mean it fits well with his fur and all, but man does it draw attention. That and my suit were also probably why his suitcase was bursting at the seams... well that and all the sex toys.

"Hey who won that surfing thing anyway?" Of course, I already knew but.

"You'll forgive me for not paying attention to that guy when there was a naked croc on screen," understandable, I need to ask Oliver for a recording, or maybe a full DVD so I can frame it. "He was canine, dingo, I think."

"Oh... bet he was hot." I just sprouted.

Chase responded with a purr, putting an arm around my shoulder and softly saying. "If you wanna play with other guys ask for permission, and you can only do it when I say yes. Got it." At least he's open to the idea. But the look he's giving me is telling me that he'd rip my throat out if I did this behind his back.

"So, this performance hall thing, it's just a bunch of audience members doing stuff?" I asked. Chase pitched it to me like a more active comedy club. "Yep, and since it's all audience participation, all the bad ones will be amazing to laugh at." My kitty purred out, smiled deviously.

The show started with a cat stepping on stage and announcing tonight's performances, he even gave an explicit warning for one at the end of the show. The performances themselves varied. Some were pretty entertaining like a comedy routine by a decently funny tiger, but then there were others that were just boring, like those rats that just jumped through hoops for 10 minutes. Then there were the ones that were just hard to watch, like the fucking performance art, a fox and a wolf screaming "He's telling the truth." And "She's telling a lie." At each other until I was tempted to ask Chase to leave.

"We should stay a bit longer. I think you'll like what's coming up.

"Wow, that was... a performance." The cat said, about as baffled as the rest of us after that. "Let's see if our next batch will be as... interesting as that." The feline announcer stated, looking at the signup sheet. "Well, we're going to have something a bit more exciting next. I'll just put this out there for the prudes in our audience: we're getting something a little saucier than your standard magic show, so leave if you don't want to see that. For the rest of us, though...well, I'd tell you to keep it in your pants, but we're not above those standards." The crowd laughed. I nudged Chase; he was right. I might be entertained after all.

"Without further ado! Introducing...!" The cat swung his arm in our direction and a spotlight came on above our table. You've got to be kidding me, I was ready to shoot Chase the most disapproving look I could. Maybe something that says, 'Guess who's not getting anal tonight,' but he hooked an arm around mine, using the other to give the whistling and cheering audience some waves as he pulled me to the stage.

Now, I'm not one to be shy, I mean I spent all last night climbing up and down a fire escape completely naked. But the moment I'm 'performing' for an audience I lock up. Chase knows this too, he's forced me to do karaoke, and now I can't listen to dancing queen without cringing. I wonder what he'll ruin for me this time.

On stage Chase gave a bow while I awkwardly waved. The dynamic here was obvious from the start and the disclaimer that cat gave before sending us up here wasn't easing my nerves at all.

"Hello all!" Chase announced. "My partner and I have an absolutely dazzling performance today. Isn't that right?" I gave a light wave.

"Now then let's start with something simple." Chase reached into his coat pocket and brought out a piece of red cloth expanding it and whipping it against the air till it was at full mass. "Now my lovely assistant, would you hold this please?" Our gestures were night and day, he handed it

to me with the elegance at least three rehearsals could bring him, and I grabbed it with the hesitation of someone who was just asked to come on stage.

"Keep that right there. You wouldn't want to remove that till I say so." The cloth covered the length of my entire body from neck to toe like a fitting room curtain. Chase walked off stage leaving me alone with the audience for a bit, then came back in wheeling a crate on stage. "Alright, now would you please hand me the cloth, Seth?"

I've got to stop listening to this fucking panther. I never noticed the velcro on the suit he provided me with, nor on the cloth he gave me. So, when he yanked it away, every piece of clothing came with it, tearing from the back with a loud rip. Surprised gasps from our audience came, followed by howling laughter. Sure enough, I was naked on stage. I'm guessing the 'magic' part of the show was only a secondary aspect of what was really going to happen.

I put my hands over my crotch locking my knees, thinking, holy fuck I'm going to get that panther for this later. Maybe a year of me condescendingly calling him magic man would lower his self-esteem.

"Now, for my next trick I'm going to make this," I hadn't been paying attention to Chase, I was too busy blocking out the frenzied howls of our audience. "DISAPPEAR!" Well it turns out I should've been. I don't even know what he shoved in me, but it went in with little resistance and still got a yelp out of me. Something the audience just ate up.

Chase walked to the side and with some expressive hand gestures and just said. "Huh where'd it go?" He put a hand to his forehead, squinted as he looked around and walked toward me, turning me around so I'd face ass forward to the audience. Their lewd gasps made me realize there was a butt plug or something with a visible handle hanging out of me right now.

"Well Seth, looks like it's disappeared, probably into some cavernous depth wider than any space should be." I rolled my eyes at him; he's trying too hard now. "Guess we'll have to move onto our next trick." Chase led me over to the box he brought out and opened it extending both arms out palms facing up and gesturing for me to get in. If it meant some cover, I was all for it. I climbed in hastily, Chase pulling out the plug as I did. I got in so fast that I didn't notice the dildo stuck to the end of my part of the box, something which I'd just voluntarily skewered myself on.

"Alright ladies and gents, it's time for a classic." He said producing a saw. Now everyone and their mother knows this trick so I'll spare the details, just know that when the boxes were separated Chase spun them both around to face the audience, my actual head getting to see the audience upside down, blushing, at all the hollering adults having the time of their lives. Most of them however were fixated on the other box. That one contained the fake ass I'd used to trick Chase with the other night, as well as a pair of convincing looking legs sticking out the top.

Chase made a Vanna White-esque arm gesture to the other box before slapping the fake ass. My real face winced at the same time, but only because the thing inside me violently vibrated. Still it got a convinced _"Ohhh," _out of our audience. If I had even a smattering of understanding of how this Panther managed to set up and coordinate this, I'd probably be smart enough to set up traps like a supervillain.

Chase then produced the dildo from his back pocket, before looking at it, shaking his head and tossing it. That was when he did something I wasn't expecting. With confidence, he undid his fancy belt and let his white pants pool at his ankles, displaying himself for the audience. Even did a few air humps to show off that glorious seven-inch cock to our captivated viewers. Then with the same rehearsed gusto, he thrusted it into the fake ass, the t thing in me vibrated even more intensely as he continued thrusting, and thus the illusion of sex had begun.

This went on for a bit, and I'll admit, I was getting into it too. Something about how ridiculous this all was helped me forget that I was naked in a box in front of an audience of about 60 people. So, when Chase let out the final few more intense thrusts--the ones that usually precede his orgasms--I couldn't help but moan with each one, almost exaggeratedly, despite not directly feeling it. When his orgasm came, I pretended to have one too; there's only so much a toy can do for me.

Chase got off the fake ass, cum dripping from his cock and the toy, he did a bow in tandem with picking up his pants. He walked over to me too, stroked my head fur while giving me a nice and genuine smile, before taking me into a passionate kiss. The curtain closed on the audience's "AWWs." I still plan on slapping the shit out of this panther when he lets me out of this box.

"God, Chase, how the hell did you come up with this?" he snapped, unlatching the sides of the box and opened it up, revealing me once again. My legs were pushed up against the edge of it, with my knees to the sky. The thing, which I could now see was a standard vibrator, was also still hilted in my ass.

"Hold on, let me get a picture." He pulled his phone out and snapped one.

"Hey! you asshole!" I tried covering myself, but he got a full picture anyway.

"Oh, you love that, you little exhibitionist, don't lie," he teased. I took his hand and he gracefully led me out and off the vibrator and out of the box.

"Oh, I guess everybody loves being stripped on stage, huh?!" The nerve of this guy to think I'd get off to something like this. To just drag me in and not even ask permission first. He's lucky I still had fun.

"Seth, I doubt you'd have done anything else with me up here," he responded, closing the box and wheeling it away as I followed him. "I did have other ideas."

"Let me guess...dance off where you'd casually strip me during it? That'd be just as humiliating." I'm mocking him, but he probably did think of this.

"I mean, I'd be down for a normal tango, Seth," Likely story. "I'm just concerned because you grabbed my crotch so much that you couldn't remember the motions.."

"Just dancing would be boring, anyway," I said "Pitch something else."

"Comedy routine, like the one we tried practicing, but you kept morphing your lines into innuendos. Chase said accusing me. Oh, that's his fault, I mean he set up the jokes I just jumped off them.

"Well, following up that tiger would've been tough, anyway," I said, "so be glad you went with this."

"Seth, answer me honestly," he said. "Do you think everything I do is based on sex? It seems like that with you sometimes. I mean, that one time I took you to karaoke, you sang the first two words of dancing queen, got bored, then spent the rest of the time sucking my dick."

Heh...that was a fun night.

"It helped with your pitch." I shot him a wink.

He groaned a little. "Seth, I love you, but can we take our relationship to places that don't involve sex?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Says the guy who 'fucked' me on stage." I can't believe it, this perv is telling me to be less horny?!

He let out a sigh before saying. "I wanted this to be like...a climax to all that. This is a private venue, so it won't ruin either of our reputations later, but I want to perform in other places too. I won't show my dick in any of them, and if I bring you on stage you better not either. Got it." Chase mopped on about performance etiquette and stuff while I pretended to listen, oaccsionally nodding along to seem convincing.

. He'll probably be the first to back out of this agreement when the time comes, but I'll be ready for it.

"Yeah, I'll keep it in my pants... If I'm wearing any at least," I smirked, gesturing back down to my still-naked body again as Chase gave me a giggle.

"Don't worry, only the finest wardrobe for my assistant."

To avoid disaster, I told Chase that I was going to meet him at the concert after I got dressed needed to clean up all the shit from his little magic show anyway, so it worked out. Oliver texted me saying that he was already there, and I was ready to come in and say hi before... well.

"Ay, are you named Seth?" The bull bouncer at the front of the concert stand asked me." I nodded and he ushered me to follow him. He brought me backstage to a door where Rud was staying. "I must search you before I let you in." The bull said.

I brought my arms outward in the standard searching position. "Arms up, Seth," he instructed, and I obeyed. That's when he brought my shirt up and over my head, crumpling it up and tossing it to the side. You know, I wasn't even surprised by sudden stripping now; I even went to undo my own belt before he could, to his absolute bemusement.

I stepped out of my clothes and asked. "Want to do a cavity search next?"

He grumbled, "The people these celebrities..." He interrupted himself by knocking on Rud's door. "Hey! Your guest is here."

"Ah perfect! Bring him in." The otter's voice sang from inside.

With little warning the bull used one arm to fling the door open, and another to push me in. "Show's in 20 don't use him too long." He slammed it shut behind him.

"Hey again red." Rud said, I got an eyeful of the otter again, he was in the same state I last saw him. Naked with just a guitar strapped to his chest. He was also casually tuning it while sitting there.

"Hey Rud, thanks again--"

"Nono, there's better ways you mouth can thank me." He emphasized that with a slightly off tune guitar strum. "Plus, I've got things I need to tell you before I get up on stage there, so don't waste our time together talking." A bit up front, but I understand his position.

I got on my knees, used one hand to massage his balls and another to tease his sheath. That clueless guy didn't even react yet...just kept tuning his guitar. "I saw your boyfriend won that surfing competition." He said something. "In fact, I was so impressed by his performance that I upgraded his seat. He'll get to watch the show in one of those high-rise booths away from the crowds of dancing screaming teens and sticky floors." And he said that all without moaning, even while my tongue was on his tip. "I also saw how you cheered him on from that boat then disappeared when it was the other guy's turn. The guy that got all distracted by something." Was calling me out? "I've got a soft spot for cheaters you know. Got my first gig by screwing some other guy out of his position, got to open for a band called FOALS, well now I'm bigger than that band of horses. Performing here at the exhibition hall."

I wasn't talking about his cock, though; the thing was about the size of mine...which, again, isn't all that impressive, I mean, I can take it all into my mouth without gagging. "Also saw your boyfriend's magic show in the performance hall during that event I sponsored. I take it you left before they announced the winners, so...surprise, he won." Nice, I'd almost feel proud if I had anything to do with the planning of that. "Guess what the prize was?" I tried pulling my mouth off his cock to say something, but he thrust his hips forward and sunk his cock back in. I got the message. "If you were going to say the other high-rise seat, you'd be right. Although I hardly feel like he deserved it. Practically cheated using you."

He was stretching his reasoning a bit. I'm not a dirty cheater. I just take things as they come. I saw the opportunity to distract an opponent of my boyfriend's, and I did. And it's not my fault that all those people found me irresistible.

"I think cheating at events is the least of your concerns right now, Seth." Why's this guy so being so smug now? "Cause a few seats for accomplishing things like that, pretty shitty prize if you ask me. So, you know what else I gave them?" The otter reached to his side and picked something up. I don't think anyone's heart ever dropped in fear after seeing a backstage pass till now, but here I was. "They're gonna be so happy seeing their favorite musician, all excited probably bantering to each other about how they got this opportunity to meet me. But they'll also be so sad that their beloved red panda isn't there with them right now. And that's when they'll open the door and the first thing, they'll see will be the love of their life being jack hammer fucked by their idle." Ok, I don't think they hold him in that much regard, they just like his music. They'll hate him for sure if I told them about this

"We'll do it after the concert though. Just the influx of emotions that'll spur not only realizing that I'm fucking you, but that they were too." Resist the urge to bite down. "Maybe they'll break up with you, or maybe they'll be so into this that they'll both start jackin each other off. Fuck, I can't wait, I'm going to have so much inspiration to write new songs after that." Is this guy insane?! Just read a book if you're looking for inspiration, don't cuck two guys at once.

"You can stop now.' He grabbed my head fur and pulled me off his cock, saliva trailed form it to my open maw. "Gotta save some for the after-party."

He threw me back and I landed bare assed on the carpeted floor. "You fucking cocksucker!" I yelled at thethsi sociopath.

"You know there's a reason canines don't call each other bitches," he said. "Don't use an insult that also applies to you." Well, he got me there. He dressed himself in a pair of pants and a jacket, unzipped to show off his chest and abdomen. "Oh, and thanks for the pre-show warm up. Audience loves a good _BULGE." _He grabbed his cock through his pants, saying that as uncomfortable as possible, then exited the room. "Sergei, make sure he doesn't leave." The bull from earlier sighed and nodded, peering in to see me lying on the floor naked and erect from that whole dicksucking session, then casually closed the door behind him.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." I muttered to myself. Even if I get out of here, what good will it do? It's not like I could beg my boyfriends not to see this guy backstage. Nope; they're going to walk in and see my orgasmic ass being doggy styled by a celebrity, and there's not a damn thing I could do about it. Or maybe he'll pin me to a wall and dramatically reveal me to them. I know he won't missionary me though, there's no way to reveal someone like that without looking awkward as hell.

Do I deserve this? They don't, but how long was I going to keep this up, anyway? I've been unfaithful to both of those idiots for the past year, and now I'm paying for it. I don't want to leave them, they're a part of my life...but I just can't fucking live without them.

I might not be getting away with it for much longer, but I'm not letting some A-list celebrity blow the jig for me. And the side wall showed me exactly how I'll avoid that.

"Hello, old friend," I lovingly said to the fire escape window.

"_If I could chase away the thorns from an olive just to bring you a lovely snack, I would." _

God, this guy's music is fluttery and pretentious for the kind of person he actually was. It was a nice backing track to my current adventure though.

Feeling mesh grates on my bear feet was something that I hoped would only happen once on this trip. Except this time there was a sea of people below me under the cat walks which, while absolutely exhilarating to feel naked near such a large mass of people, probably wasn't going to catch me if I fell. That's ok though I hear wild red pandas are known for nothing if not their agility and fines.

"Investigating audience reports of someone on the catwalk, over." I immediately fell flat on my back, startled at the sound of a voice talking to a radio. Guess I wasn't as invisible as I thought. "Hey! You, there!" That was my cue to get off my ass.

The Doberman guard chasing me got an eyeful of red panda butt and tail as I sprinted down the catwalk, navigating the maze of wires, lights and equipment, being extra careful to make sure my junk doesn't get snared in it. Meanwhile my pursuer didn't have that limitation so he was quickly gaining on me. If I didn't find a way out soon, I'd be screwed.

But just when I thought all was lost, I saw it. A rope hanging off the edge ceiling next to the catwalk. Was I really going to risk my life just so I could one up some celebrity in ruining it...?

Without thinking twice, I leapt for the rope, grabbing on for dear life as it fell, I guess I weigh more than the average sandbag. I shut my eyes tight, trying only to open them right after I stopped plummeting, still gripping for dear life. I guess getting in shape did more favors for me than just looking pretty.

I sighed in relief as I looked down at the crowd. If I fell now, I'd have a few hands catch me,

"Seth!" Directly in front of me was the balcony where the other two VIP guests sat. A dingo and a panther stared at me, a combination of flustered and confused in their eyes, maws agape at their boyfriend dangling naked form a rope over sudden danger. I'm not sure if they even noticed each other yet. My flustered reaction was quickly interrupted by two voices screaming the same thing at the same time.

"H-hey, as you can see, I'm in a bit of a situation... So uh, I'll swing over and one of you will catch me if I don't make it okay." I was getting a little woozy from the height. I just wanted to be off this rope and in the arms of my lover, as soon as possible. Uh...whichever one that was, anyway. With a thrust back, I began to swing. "Are either of you ready?"

I swung forward, they responded. "Seth, how the hell! You don't need to worry I'll definitely catch you." Then they shared glances at each other now they knew they were saying the same things.

I swung back. "Guys, focus, please! Either of you can catch me, I won't be picky!"

I swung forward "Either of us?" They screamed simultaneously. "_I'm _your boyfriend!" Screamed Chase.

"Huh, what'd you just say?" Oliver inquired. "Anyway, why should he get to catch you? I'm your boyfriend." Oliver continued They both responded. Then once again shared confused glances.

I swung backward. "Guys! Eyes forward please!"

I swung forward. "What do you mean he's your boyfriend!?" their glances moved away from each other and toward me again.

I swung backward. "Yeah he's right, you're both--"

My confession was cut short by a thread, the rope snapped. I fell backwards away from my lovers, shock grazing both their faces as I continued to fall. Everything just seemed to slow down as I tried reconciling this event with myself. If I died right now, would they forgive me? Maybe. they'll fall for each other in a poetic way, cuddle in each other's arms and bask in my memory. That would be so cute, I wonder if they'd--

"Like a red blur falling from the skyyyy--" __THUD

Ugh...oh hey, I'm alive. I got a little whiplash from the fall, but something broke it; it feels thick, but not super wide. Kind of familiar. Like a--

"GET OFF MY TAIL!" Rud screamed at me. What're the chances?! I sat up, looking around, and the first thing I saw was the remnants of the rope that doomed my fall to the other side. Then I looked at the opposite end and saw an otter in a leather jacket and torn jeans lying on the floor. But that also means....

"Holy fuck, he's naked!" blurted a single audience member. They shifted their stunned silence to laughter, and I felt my face get redder than normal. Godamnit Seth, now is not the time to get off on humiliation, you've got two very confused lovers up there that you owe an explanation to. I'll just hop off the stage and--

A yank on my tail pulled me away from the edge of the stage. "Just couldn't wait 'til after the show, huh?!" Rud pulled me in closer and brought my body against his, then he ground his crotch against mine. "Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Rud put the microphone to my face, the high-pitched interference emphasizing its new position in front of my lips. Fuck...what was I supposed to say? "H-hi, I'm Seth," Well, there's a start.

A bold voice from the audience screamed "YOU'RE HOT, SETH!" I'll admit, I felt a twinge of confidence from that, the result of which caused a little tip to poke out of my sheath.

Rud shifted the mic back to his face, "hot and bold. I mean, would any of you be brave enough to get up here naked!" the audience responded with "WHOOOOO!"

After that, I even saw some guys waving their shirts in the air, but surprisingly no one tried climbing up. That's when it occurred to me that all eyes and cameras were on me. I blushed even harder when I saw my image displayed on the wide screen behind us. If I'm being honest, it felt a little good... I was getting aroused.

"Woahh, Seth, getting a little excited there," Rud taunted with a smirk. "Come on, let's hear it for this cockslut!"

Cockslut?! I'm not a--

"Cockslut! Cockslut! Cockslut!" The audience cheered repeatedly. My arousal increased, but I was starting to feel a twinge of embarrassment with it. My hands moved to cover my face, not even thinking about hiding anything down there.

"I'll tell you something," Rud announced triumphantly, "I found this guy climbing up and down his fire escape naked last night! He was probably fucking two guys at once! Am I right, Seth?!"

Rud put his arm around me, our faces inches apart as he tilted the mic to mine. "Y-yeah, I was, but--"

"Those lucky fuckers!" Rud exclaimed. "Let's give him another hand!!" I didn't pay attention to the cheers; that last comment made me remember why I was here. But when I looked back up on the balcony, I didn't see them, nor could I pinpoint them through the crowds of people in the audience. It was all just a blur of cheers and lewd whistles, directed at me. All putting me on this pedestal for my bold display. It felt exhilarating.

"Come on, come on now!" Rud yelled. "Who hear wants me to bend this guy over and fuck his brains right now?! Let's hear some noise!" Rud's microphone hand shot into the air and the audience erupted into a cheer, much louder than any previous. A wall of "fuck that slut!"s hit me harder than any sound ever had before.

"You heard them." Rud spoke into my ear "Get on your knees.." He pushed me over roughly, sending me on my hands and knees as the front row got a plain view of my straight cock and hanging balls. Rud then positioned himself behind me. "God, they love you, Red! I'll need to take you on tours, man." Rud whispered to me before clamping down on my neck.

I couldn't help but moan when he stuck his penis in. Rud even put the mic up to me so the audience wouldn't have any doubt that I was enjoying getting fucked on stage. To be honest, I was. I was moaning and groaning, bucking backwards, taking it all willingly as my cock strained and shot pre all over the pristine wooden stage. It would've looked like I loved it to anyone.

"CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM!" A miasma of sound once again came, this time accompanied by stomps, which I swear, I could feel the vibrations of messaging my cock. "AAAHHHHHHHH!" I moan...or did I scream? I don't know, but it was probably the most intense orgasm of my life, I bet some guys in the splash zone got hit.

I looked down to check and saw them: a Dingo and a Panther stood side by side, staring at me from the front row. Baffled, confused, angry...it was hard to make out their expressions, but I felt like I knew they weren't happy. Eventually they just turned and disappeared back into the crowd.

I felt my head throb and my ears ring, as I frantically craned my head all over, trying to spot them again, but to no avail. I saw the audience again, this time their wide smiles, rapturous laughs, and screams took on a more sinister feel.

"Who's ready for an encore?!" Rud screamed.

"Heyyy Oliver. So, the hotel won't let me in because, um, well. I'm naked right now. Can you bring me something from your room, pants, underwear... bed sheets? I still love you by the way... s-sorry I didn't tell you about Chase... Glad you won that competition, you deserved it."

I sighed and hung up the phone. Did I come off as desperate, I'm sure most people would. Well in case he's still mad at me I should call a backup.

"Heyyy Chase. So, you saw that right, kinkier than our performance, right? I'm sure you loved it... so the hotel won't let me in cause I'm naked. Can you bring down my luggage or something? Sorry I didn't tell you about Oliver. I was with him first... but I love you too by the way. I just... hope to see you soon!"

I hurriedly hung up the phone and sighed. I'm sure they won't hate me, one or maybe both will come down with something and bring me back to the room, then we can have a laugh about all of this... maybe even a threeway. A light night breeze came, and I shivered, hugging my body for warmth.

It's slightly unnerving being out here, naked, by myself. I probably look like a prostitute standing at this grimey road side by a public telephone, no one's pulled up and tried to get me in their car yet so I might be good.

I don't feel as naked as I did after the concert. Eyes from every side were staring me down as I ran through the isles covering myself. I got a few slaps from several directions, a lot of whistles too. Well at least no one followed me when I made it out of the hall.

But let's forget about that, any minute now Chase or Oliver will come to my rescue.

...

Any minute now.

...

...

"Hey Red, how'd I know I'd find you out here?" I nearly jumped out of my skin hearing the otter approach. "Offering your services out here?" I guess I do look like a prostitute.

"H-hey Rud." Unconsciously I put my hands over my crotch. It feels weird being shameful around this guy but after that concert would you blame me.

"You left before you could sign your contract." I noticed it in his other hand, there was a clipboard in it. "How else are you gonna come on tour with me?" Rud suggested.

"I... I never agreed to that Rud." I clarified.

"Oh come on Red, they loved you out there. We could be like a celebrity power couple. Imagine getting fucked on stage every few weeks man, that was fucking thrilling." I took his suggestion and tried recalling the event from earlier tonight. A butterfly nest exploded in my stomach, but at the same time.

"Ah, I see that little bit of red, Red." He said pointing at my cock now swelling up out of its sheath. My face also went red too.

"Rud I don't want to--" He interrupted me, pushing the clipboard forward.

"Come on, I'll let you into my room again. Just sign it." I looked at the dotted line on the contract, I looked at Rud's deviously smiling face, and I looked at the hotel, no Dingo and no Panther coming to the rescue.

I felt the cold night air on my body again.