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Fyacin grinned as he walked out of the master's skyscraper, his cock already stiffening slightly in his pants in anticipation of the evening events. The lion turned to his left, smiling as he nodded at the unicorn beside him.

"I can't believe that you got tickets for this. How long have you been holding onto those?"

"Ever since she opened," Ellyra said, the black-furred unicorn holding up the pair of stubs. "She sent them to me herself."

"Lucky! Oh, I will suck your horn for this."

"Heehee, you don't have to do that. Besides, I had something else in mind for you."

"Heh, oh, I'm sure, cutiecorn. I'm sure."

The lion ran his hand through his mane. Short as it was, the vibrant reds, oranges, and purples through it still needed to be properly groomed to show them off properly. He pulled a comb from his pocket, dragging it through, pulling a little gel out of his other pocket and squirting it into place. Ellyra rolled her eyes.

"Lions that get too vain get turned into snuggle-pets, you know."

"Oh, but you know I have to look my best. And besides. Snuggle-pet of a cutiecorn? Is there a better fate?"

"Hehehe, you silly."

She elbowed him, and he elbowed her back as they walked down to the transit stop. Fyacin adjusted the tight shirt he wore, tucking it into the ripped jeans that were on the verge of falling down his hips. He had intentionally picked these clothes to show off just how 'willing' he was, in case they ended up getting lucky. Considering that they were off to a metal concert, he had every reason to believe that they would, either in the mosh pit, or later.

As he leaned against the stop's pole, he glanced over at Ellyra. She'd dressed a little bit less trashy than him, but no more conservatively. The small-breasted unicorn wore a tiny little skirt that barely went under her butt, and the front was just short enough to show that she was either wearing a thong or nothing under it. Her top? Barely more than a tied-off shirt that showed her cleavage and a fair bit of her belly.

It was gorgeous, and hot, particularly with how she was already so different from most unicorns with the dark fur and the slender frame.

"Staring at the most beautiful horsie, Fy?" she asked, turning in place and confirming that there were no undergarments down there. "Stare all you like, but I bet the star's gonna get jealous."

"Jealous? Of me staring at a harem-mate that almost matches me in raw beauty? Never."

"Almost?! Huff."

"Hehehe, almost. Style matters," he said, stroking his fingers along his cheeks.

They almost got into another play-fight, but they were interrupted by the sudden descent of their ride. A gryphon that was almost the size of a city bus alighted by the sign, extending one of two pairs of wings to the ground. Some of the passengers climbed down it, while others just hopped off the side of the massive beast. Ellyra shivered.

"Mmmph. We should have left earlier."

"Heh, what's the matter? Problem with heights?"

"Juuuuust a lot of a bit."

"Alright. You get on first, and I'll be right behind you."

They climbed on, tapping little cards against a device hanging from the gryphon's neck, and made their way towards the beast's hindquarters. Ellyra lowered herself against the gryphon's back, her head nestled in feathers and fluffy, and Fyacin got behind her. The lion pulled down the zipper for his pants, and as he slid behind the unicorn, he slid something else right under her tail.

"Meep!"

"Just focus on that instead of the heights."

"You rogue!"

"Hehehe, that's what I'm here for."

"And hoss-butt."

"And hoss-butt."

The gryphon took off, and he went back to focusing on the moment at hand. Much as he loved to show off, he didn't need to go falling through the air with his dick out.

The gryphon landed outside of a large stadium on the north side of the city. There were already hundreds of people at the ticket office, and Fyacin winced as he saw how many were being turned away. He glanced at the unicorn as she fixed her mane, pulling at it with -

"Hey, that's my comb!"

"And I'll give it back in a second. Huff. You got me all distracted."

"You wanted a distraction, and I gave you one."

"Mmm-hmm. And my booty was so distracting that you've forgotten to put your dick away."

"Wha - ah!"

The lion's cheeks were just a trifle red, rather than burning, but he still forced himself to be slow as he reached down and tucked his cock back where it was supposed to go. The whole idea of someone staring at him wasn't a bad one, but right there on the street corner? If he was going to whore himself, he wanted a sign, wanted props, and most of all wanted to be paid for it first.

Shaking his head, he accepted his comb back as Ellyra got all the tangles out of her mane. They walked around the ticket office, making their way to the entrance. A big, looming shark looked down at them, holding out a cell phone scanner. Ellyra turned the stubs around, and he flicked his phone over both.

"Looks good," he grunted. "Enjoy the show. The Rock Bitch is gonna start soon."

"How soon?" Fyacin asked.

"'Bout twenty minutes."

"Plenty of time to find our spots, then."

"I'd push. They're already randy in there."

Nodding, the lion and the unicorn stepped inside. The long hallway that led from the outside of the arena to the seats were dimly lit, but still enough to see the posters of the performer that they'd come to see.

Greta, the Rock Queen, or the Rock Bitch, depending on which poster that you looked at. The lion grinned at each, particularly at just how flagrantly teasing they all were...well, most of them. Some of them were really explicit.

"Heh, think we'll get a chance to see her up close?"

"Well, she always dances near the edge of the stage, buuuuuut." Ellyra wiggled the stubs again. "Backstage passes."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope! Hee, told you you'd love it."

"God, I could kiss you!"

"Please do."

And so they did, right there. Several other fans pushed past them at that moment, but neither the lion or the unicorn cared. They were both too stoked for this.

Eventually, they kept moving, passing by the various posters of the arctic wolf. White-furred, thick-hipped, and dressed in no more than fishnet stockings, the posters showed her as this wild, sexual, almost feral woman, and when the guitar wasn't in the way of her bits, Fyacin could see that went even further. She must have had some old blood or had some throwbacks in her genetics, because her bits were feral in shape rather than anthro.

God, that was going to be hot to see on stage.

They joined the crowd that filled the stadium, and both the unicorn and the lion looked down at the packed aisles that led to the 'seats' that were down at the front of the stage. They looked at each other, nodded, and poked their arms out.

"Elbows armed?" Ellyra asked.

"And ready. Excuses primed?"

"And ready."

"Annnnnd...go!"

The lion and the unicorn pushed forward, elbowing people without shame and with greatest intent. 'Excuse me' and 'pardon me' faded from their lips soon enough, replaced with 'fuck you too' and 'get outta my way' and even 'suck my dick you asshole.' But it worked, getting them through the crowd and down to the best spot in the stadium.

There was a lot of complaining around them, of course, and there was no doubt that they had attracted the ire of a few guys and gals coming down the stairs the way they did, but hell. They were here for a concert. There was going to be some roughhousing.

Fyacin and Ellyra managed to stay close, however, even going so far as to lock arms so that the milling crowd and the pushing audience didn't push them apart. Rocked back and forth, yes, but never quite getting pushed apart.

The minutes ticked down, and eventually, the stadium lights went out. The constant muttering and shouting and complaining died with it, and the announcer started their spiel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Maiyone City Stadium. Today, we've got the show of a lifetime for you. She's here, the Rock Queen herself, the Feral Beauty, the Mistress of the Guitar, the -"

"Oh, shut up and let them see me for themselves, you dick!"

The second voice came from the stage, far at the back of the rounded structure. There was a silhouette back there, standing in the darkness with one hip thrust out to the side and a hand on it. A guitar hung from their neck, and Fyacin grinned more than ever, his tail whipping from side to side, the tuft at the end smacking more than a few people in the face. Not that he cared as his face turned up into the biggest of fanboy grins.

"Oooooooh, yes!"

"Yeeeeeeeeee!" Ellyra squealed.

"Uh, ahem. The Feral -"

"Hey!" The silhouette waved an arm. "I'm on stage already; they already know who I am. Now, get off the mic."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Heh, not even a bitch? Alright."

Suddenly, the shadowed figure slammed her hand down across the guitar, and a loud bwooooooom filled the air, humming with a chaotic strum that set the lion's fur on end. Not in fear, but in anticipation.

It came again, and again, with barely a breath worth of space between them, and with each successive slam of sound, the stage lit up a bit more, almost like the sound waves were powering the electronics. Red neon lights glowed behind the figure, and a deep fog rose from below, maintaining the mystery. One white light, then another shot up into the heavens from behind her.

"You came to see the beast, didn't ya? Came to hear me howl?"

"YEAAAAAAH!" the crowd shouted back.

"Alright, bitches. Let's see if you can keep up with the Queen!"

A squealing riff began to play, and with it, the lights danced with electricity. The silhouette strutted forward, hips swaying in such an eye-catching way that even Fyacin, accustomed as he was to nudity and sensuality, couldn't look away. The guitar danced and sparked as the playing got more intense, and finally, a spotlight came on, shining down on the player.

Greta threw a hand up in the air, fingers curled into the Devil Horns as she tossed her head back and forth. No mane, no hair, but so much fur that it left her headbanging like a proper metalhead anyway. She threw her head back and forth a few times, but he knew that most people weren't looking there.

No, they'd be looking at her bare breasts, black nipples shown off with crossbone piercings. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were very visible, and he was close enough that he could see the little black bumps that stuck out of her fur and ran down towards her belly, more signs of her feral side being more present than the rest of them.

The sheer confidence that she showed was a beautiful sight, and when she swung her guitar to the side, exposing a puffy canine sex between her legs and a silver chain that hung from it, Fyacin felt his cock throb all the way hard. He stared, and he must have been pretty damn obvious because Ellyra reached over and pushed his jaw shut again.

"Hehehe, like her?"

"She's beautiful."

"You'll get to see all that up close after the show."

"Oh ho ho ho..."

"Down, boy," the unicorn teased, pushing at the bulge in his crotch. "Don't want to spoil yourself, do you?"

"I don't think I can ever be spoiled again."

That was a bit much, yes, and he knew that. But at the same time, he hoped that his master got more acts like this into the city. Greta was a tour de force, and she deserved all of his attention.

"Alright, everyone. You ready for the Rock Bitch to show you a good time?"

The crowd screamed, and it screamed everything from a simple yes to all kinds of requests, from shaking her tits to fucking herself on her guitar. Fyacin almost shouted some of his own, only to watch the wolf step forward to the edge of the stage. She homed in on one screamer, squatting down, legs spread with her guitar swung up over her back.

"Hey, you." She poked one of the mice at the front of the stage in the forehead. "What'd you just say?"

"Uh..."

"Heh, you know I heard you. You wanna scream that, scream it again. Go on. My mic can hear it."

"..."

"Hey, guys," she said, looking at the mouse's friends, a fox and a wolf. "You heard him. You say it."

"He, uh..." The wolf blushed, looking away.

"He said to sit on his face," the fox said.

Fyacin stared, kind of amazed that the white wolf hadn't lost her grin. Instead, Greta smirked, twisting her clit chain around, spinning it in a lazy motion.

"So, you wanted the Rock Queen to sit on your face, did you?"

"Well, um...I..." The mouse blushed.

"Yeah, well, I only had two back-seat passes to give this concert, and you obviously didn't get one." She laughed, standing up, and Fyacin blinked as she just shoved her paw into the mouse's face, knocking him back a few steps. "So be happy for that one, heh? Wow, licked me from heel to toe. Enjoy it, kid. Now..."

Greta spun, her chain swinging almost around her hip as she turned in place, showing off to the entire crowd. She lifted her leg up, shamelessly showing both her holes for a moment before bringing the fishnet-clad thing back down with a stomp.

"Where were we?"

As ever, there was a great deal of fun to be had in the big pit. Fyacin threw himself around with the various males and females that had come to see Greta do her show, and he had gotten hot-dogged and ground on a number of times when the white wolf had gotten deep into the show, pulling off songs that he hadn't even thought possible on an electric guitar. The wailing, shrieking sounds had covered up a lot of rough grunts from behind and in front of him.

Yet, after a show that was half-striptease and half-concert, he wasn't satisfied. He doubted that he would be for a while after seeing someone that outstanding. If they hadn't had backstage passes, then he would have been more than slightly tempted to exercise harem privilege to get the chance to see her. Being owned by the master of the city did have its privileges, after all.

But they were behind the stage already, having been ushered back there by the shark that had checked them through the gate at the beginning. Fyacin was already panting with excitement, his head spinning as he walked with Ellyra down the hall.

"Oh god, oh god, I can't wait to see her up close."

"Heh, fanboying already?"

"I've only heard her music before. I've never seen a music video or anything."

"Well, kinda hard to spread one around with her dressed like that."

"It shouldn't be." The lion moaned. "She's just a vision of perfection. That presence. Oh, man, I can't wait."

"You're crushing on her, hard."

"I can't help it. She's that good."

They reached the dressing rooms behind the stage, and he stepped right up to the main one. The lion rapped on it a few times, and barely waited for the 'come in' before pulling the door open.

Greta was still naked, save for her stockings, and her guitar was set against the wall a few feet away. She was sitting on one of the old-style folding chairs, one paw over her knee and a nail file hard at work. The white wolf chuckled, throwing her clit chain over her shoulder, the links resting between her breasts.

"Heh, about time you two showed up. I was thinking you'd skip the post-show."

"Hell no. There's no way I'm turning down more of you."

"Heh...Ellyra was right. You really do get star-struck."

"Blame yourself, oh Rock Queen. You were that spectacular."

"And he flatters, too," the wolf said, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Ellyra, do you really think that he's ready for what I can do?"

"He's going to say he is," the unicorn said, stepping in behind him. "Might as well see if he can back it up."

"I never boast of anything that I cannot fulfill," Fyacin said, almost offended.

"The time that you boasted you could make master cum faster than the rest of us?"

"Well..."

"Or the time that you said that you could beat Zavis in a wrestling match."

"That was -"

"Or the time that you thought you could sneak into the vault and back out again?"

"To be fair, I did that one."

"...Oh, right. I forgot," Ellyra said, blushing. "Sorry."

"Anyway, what are you two talking about?" he asked, turning to look between the two ladies. "Ready for what you can do? What do you do back here?"

"Oh, that's easy. Back here, I fuck," the white wolf said.

Fyacin's dick could not have gotten harder, faster. The lion's shaft just about jumped out of his sheath, filling his pants and making an obvious bulge in the front. Before he could say anything, however, Ellyra reached down and covered it.

"Ah ah. That's not how it's working today, naughty kitty."

"Come oooooon."

"No, no, no. You're going to be a good kitten. I promised Greta that you were well-behaved, and that means..." She leaned in, whispering in his ears. "Chastity."

"Nnnngh...you mean I gotta..."

"Yep. All the pegging and pounding that cute little booty-patootie can take."

"She even sent me a few modeled toys," Greta admitted, reaching behind her chair in a way that showed off everything again. She extended one leg over the arm of the chair, making her puffy pussy all the more visible. "Two that were modeled after a dragon, one that's equine..."

Fyacin's cheeks burned all the hotter at that. He had expected that they might be having some naughty fun, but he hadn't anticipated that he'd end up on the bottom, again. Ellyra had been teasing him about getting a butt-pounding, a pegging, for some time, but he hadn't thought that it would come out here.

Finally, Greta pulled out the toys. The dragon ones were an exact replica of his and Ellyra's master's cock, and the equine one was about the same size, though with a flatter, thicker head. The three of them were obviously made to be worn for fucking rather than just used by hand, too.

Oh god...

"Let's get this pretty kitty naked," Ellyra said, grinning wildly.

It was a whirlwind of clothes and hands, but shortly afterward, Fyacin was standing in the middle of the dressing room without a stitch on him. He still blushed, but he managed to put his hands behind his head, slowly swaying his hips as his barbed cock swung back and forth.

"So...ladies...you like?" he said.

"Well, heh, he doesn't lack for confidence," Greta said with a chuckle. "I could probably use him as a dancer sometime."

"He'd ham it up every time," Ellyra pointed out.

"That's fine. I need someone to push me sometimes."

"Heh, well, that answers that question," Fyacin said. "So, shall we -"

The unicorn tapped his lips, holding them shut with one finger before reaching into her pouch. She pulled out a metal tube, one that was specially made for sheaths rather than the free-hanging stuff. It would be just wide enough for his sheath, run right to the base, with a slot for the flesh at the base to slide into before it went around to his balls. It would keep his cock from even sliding out, too.

Fyacin chuckled nervously.

"Well, um, I'm completely hard right now, so...uh, unless you want to wait..."

"No need for that," the wolf said, smiling as she reached behind her and passed the unicorn a cup of ice. "Here."

"...Oh, fu-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

A few minutes later, Fyacin was still kneeling on the floor, covering the cage and biting his lips. Ellyra nuzzled his neck.

"It's okay, cutie. It'll be better soon."

"My dick...oh, my dick..."

"I'm guessing he won't want the chilled dildos, then?" Greta asked, her teeth showing in a teasing smile.

"No...no more cold stuff..."

The ladies patted him, Ellyra patting his back, Greta patting his head with her paw. He blushed a bit at the pressure, feeling a bit like he was already beneath the two of them. Not in a bad way, though. Sexy ladies deserved some special attention.

Eventually, the cold stopped being quite so uncomfortable, and he was able to sit up again, taking a few deep breaths to settle himself. He looked up at the white wolf.

"So, I'm gonna get pegged, huh?"

"Yep. And trust me, we're both good at it."

"Oh, I am ever so sure that you are, and that was never my concern. However, I merely thought that I should, perhaps, have a chance for my own fun."

The ladies glanced at each other, and both showed their teeth in a grin as they looked back at him.

"Well, if he's really good..." Ellyra said.

"And if he really works hard..." Greta added.

"I suppose we might let him out."

"If he doesn't cum his brains out first."

"Hehehe, he'd be so cute, falling down in a puddle of his own cum."

"But first, he has to get both of us off."

"Oh, yes. That tongue is going to get a workout."

He'd expected that, but at least he was going to get some fun. He smiled at them, nodding his understanding.

Ellyra was all kinds of eager to get into her harness, but Greta was the one that took the first strap-on. He imagined that it was some sort of manners, allowing her as the 'guest' to take the first chance to pound him. She took one of the dragon strap-ons, sliding it into place in a leather harness that framed her sex all too well.

As she got on the ground behind him, the unicorn took the wolf's chair, sitting down on it and spreading her legs eagerly, showing off everything between them. Her little pucker, shrunken down a little since the master wasn't there to make it big and noticeable, and her pussy, so tight and slippery. He smiled as he leaned in, nuzzling against her thighs as he had done many times before.

"Mmm, pretty as ever, Ellyra."

"Mmm, go on. Put that pretty face to work."

"As you wi-iiiiish..."

He shivered as he felt that strap-on rubbing against his asshole, feeling the reminder that this was going to be a hard rut as well as just a pleasurable bit of oral. He looked over his shoulders at the white wolf, looking down at the strap-on that was working its way under his tail, then up at her. She slapped his ass, chuckling.

"Come on, I know how Drac treats his toys. You're more than ready for something like this."

"Mmmph. Doesn't mean I get it regularly."

"Well, you should. You have an ass that's made for shaking."

"Heh, well tha-aaaaanks...fffff..."

The lion was not nearly as used to the stretching feeling that came from that strap-on going so deep inside of him as he liked. The tip was not that bad, not compared to the equine strap-on, but it was still big enough to make his hole feel a little hot from the passage of that shaft. Lube or not, it was still big.

He turned back to the unicorn, sticking out his tongue and settling in for some fun. He dragged his tongue along her thigh, tracing a wet line through dark fur up to her sex. He kissed her on the clit, and then dragged his tongue down again, once more tracing a circle around her sensitive nethers before kissing where his tongue had gone.

He normally would have taken it further, faster, but the feeling of that strap-on was making it hard to concentrate. Greta was going easy on him for now, he could tell, pushing him so that the strap-on was nudging his prostate ever so gently every time that it went in, keeping him from focusing on the discomfort from it, but it was still a very intense sort of ride. He groaned under his breath every time that it slid inside, having to keep refocusing himself on the pussy in front of him.

Ellyra whinnied and nickered softly as he worked her up, never complaining, never teasing. She did occasionally push down on the back of his head, keeping him working hard, but that was the extent of her roughness. He could taste her already, flicking his tongue along her sex, working from the bottom to her clit, and the taste was, as ever, hot and lovely. He tilted his head, grinding his lips against her clit as he nibbled around it -

"MMMPH!"

The next thrust nearly pushed his muzzle into the unicorn, and he whimpered as he felt just how full he suddenly was. His cock twitched and shivered in the cage, almost spitting his load on the floor right then and there.

"Mmm, I see he can take the big stuff. If he ever dances for me, he's dancing on a special kind of 'pole,'" Greta said.

Hooooo, boy...

The lion groaned as he felt the fingers on his head suddenly twist through his mane as he stuck out his tongue inside of the unicorn, desperately trying to get her off as fast as possible. She started to twist and grind against him, her hips thrusting against his face. After serving with her in the harem for so long, he knew all her happy spots, and he found them with his eager tongue. His fingers ran down her thighs, down to her ass, and he slowly slid his thumb inside her -

"MMMPH!"

Greta slammed into him again, and the wolf was picking up the pace. Unlike the feeling that he had gotten from other women that he had been with in the harem and elsewhere, he could feel the wildness there, the feral roughness. He didn't know if it was just the way that Greta was like, if it was part of the same throwback that her genetics had in other parts of her, or something else entirely, but good FUCK it was hitting him hard.

In, out, in, out, each thrust bottoming out inside of his ass and making him feel her pussy against his balls. Wet, hot, horny. Then she'd pull back, and he'd feel his hole stretching, loosening, going a little slack.

Forward, back, forward, back, each time reminding him of how much he loved it up the ass. He groaned under his breath, trying to keep his tongue moving, grinding the bridge of his muzzle against Ellyra's sex, feeling her panting over him. She was shaking, getting closer and closer until -

"Ah!"

She moaned, whinnying as she came, extra squirts of her juices running down his face. Fyacin panted softly, feeling a burst of pleasure and satisfaction.

That faded as he felt the thick dildo pulling out of his ass, and as he watched Greta walk around him. The white wolf rubbed his back gently, chuckling to herself. He could only pant, his hole feeling stretched and empty as Ellyra stumbled out of the chair and Greta slid herself into it.

"Well, you definitely got her off fast," she said, leaning against her fist as she rolled the harness off her hips. "Think you can do it that fast with me?"

As the white wolf rubbed her fingers down, fanning them out to either side of her puffy, swollen sex, he couldn't help but stare at how different it was. That triangular, almost fortune-cookie style shape was so different to what he was used to playing with, so very intensely animalistic that he wasn't sure how he was supposed to play with it.

"Hmm, hmmm..."

And off to the side, he could hear Ellyra already sliding into her harness, getting the other strap-on prepared. He imagined that she was going to use the equine one, and his cock throbbed that much more inside of the chastity cage.

"Fyacin, dear."

Black paw-pads pressed against his face, turning him to look at her again. Greta tapped her pussy with one finger.

"If you're not going to answer, you might want to get started."

"Oh. Right."

"After all, you won't have it so easy this time."

Easy? She calls that easy?

"Come on...good kitten..."

The End

Summary: Fyacin and Ellyra go to a concert that's supposed to be pretty wild. The guitarist is wild, alright, and then some.

Tags: M/F, M/F/F, wolf, lion, unicorn, harem, concert, nudity, exhibitionism, piercings, strap-on, pegging, femdom, chastity, cunnilingus, orgasm, cum, dripping, comedy,