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"Make Me, Mystel"

Kholusia was experiencing its most torrential downpour since the coming of the eternal light. Ever since the world was restored with darkness, weather had been tumultuous at best in areas not fairly common to them. Great windstorms in Ahm Araeng, high heat in the Greatwood, and particularly nasty storms that returned the former "servants" of Eulmore inside. Great parties were still held, high society had re-established a stable foothold in luxury; albeit disregarding the hierarchy originally set in place by the tyrannical Vauthry, all was more at balance, more at peace. And led by Dulia and Chai-Nuz, they felt that a return to the norm be fitting, especially with the changes occurring in their world. Against the backdrop of the lively music, entertainment and ballroom-esque party, why; even the rattling of thunder shaking the windows was all but completely unnoticed to the patrons.

Maxe'ra was one such attendee; a lithe Mystel with deep lavender hair, tied at the very back by a ponytail that dipped down just past his shoulder blades. He wore a white dress shirt with blue pinstripes underneath a striking turquoise vest and matching trousers. He wore boots that; while unconventional, did not take away from the outfit's overall charm. Maxe'ra; often going by the shorter name Max tended to browse the parties at Eulmore, not for the conversation, not for the food nor the wine, and never had thought to escort someone 'to' the party. Just an unassuming man in his thirties, enjoying the sights of a life he thought he would never witness. He nodded at a passing waiter, plucking a glass of a dark red wine from the tray he carried and continued on. Not toward the party, but away from it; he liked to hang along the outskirts, closer and closer to one particular party that never stopped. That was never ashamed to get too low brow, and as he pressed the door open to enter the Honeybee club that was situated just off the main floor. The ambiance in there was more to his liking, and as he nodded to a few of the dancers before situating himself at his normal table to observe a particular Ronso; He was not a dancer, not many people probably knew he existed; but he had caught Max's attention some time ago.

His name was Niko; a smoky gray Ronso with a cobalt blue mane of hair that fell over his shoulders and rivaled Max's hair by way of length, though most of it was ruffled back like a proper lion's mane. In the center of his head, the Ronso had a full horn that ended up a good six inches over his brow. His clothing was more simple, a tan sleeveless shirt and a pair of black pants. As he leaned over to wipe a table down, Max watched as the cat's leonine tail swished, giving a slight reveal of his backside against the tight butt of his trousers. Max inhaled slowly and exhaled as he watched him. Then as a dancer walked past him, Niko turned in embarrassment, noticing the Mystel sitting. His embarrassment turned to a smile and he waved, awkwardly fumbling a glass in his hand and re-catching it, slapping the cleaning rag over his shoulder as he walked over.

"Hey, Maxe'ra! Good to see you again!" He exclaimed as he approached.

"How are you my friend?" Max smiled genuinely happy to see the Ronso and pushed a seat out from the table with his foot as Niko approached. "Join me!"

Niko took the offered seat and sat next to the man. "I thought you'd be in the other room with all those highbrows, and not--" He spotted another dancer and blushed. "Not in here with all this."

"Well, you know me." The Mystel said, taking a sip of his drink. "I do like to take in the sights every once in a while."

The pair had known each other for almost six months now, and if it was one thing Max had realized was that Niko was almost painfully shy. He'd hoped today would be a little different as he took out a masquerade mask and placed it on the table. Niko cocked his head at it curiously. "And what have we here?" He asked, observing the black and gold trimmed mask as Max slid it over to him.

"A gift." Max said. "I saw it and I thought of you."

Niko picked up the object and looked it over. As he flipped to look at the back side of the mask, a ripple of colors flickered across the lighting. He wasn't sure why, but the colors gave him a slight tingle. He smirked playfully and held it to his eyes. "Oh? Is it because of my mystique? My... animal magnetism?"

Maxe'ra smiled, looking into the cat's golden eyes through the mask. He took another drink from his cup. "Well it does bring out your eyes." He said. "Why not try it on?"

"Why not?"

Niko wasn't sure why he'd agreed suddenly, he was just about to put it down and thank Max for this nice gift. But he was never overly fond of masks. He always felt that the wearer of masks were also the types of people to hide things. But he placed it to his face anyway. The cool, leathery touch of the object seemed to form-fit to his face as he put it on. It squeezed against his cheeks, his brow, his nose and when he let go, it felt like it was literally stuck to his face. He gave a big, cocky grin and laughed awkwardly. "How do I look?"

Max breathed a sigh and looked him over. "You look good. It suits you."

"Heh, thanks." He said. "I should really get back to work and--"

The Mystel placed a hand on the Ronso's. "Must you?" He asked. "I mean...surely there are others to do some of the work?"

"Yes, they are called dancers, and bartenders. But I need to keep the tables in check to make sure they are cleaned for each new customer who comes in."

"I wish you would stay."

Max's words had a strange impact on Niko's ears; an echo, some sort of dizzying effect. But he shook his head and the feeling had vanished. "I...suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt." He said, blushing as he relaxed in his seat and looked into Max's eyes. "I mean, I haven't seen anyone leave yet, right?"

Max smiled. "Right." He agreed.

After a few minutes, Niko shifted around a little in his seat and Max watched the uncontrolled flexing of the Ronso's muscles under his shirt, the longer it seemed that Niko was under his mask the warmer he seemed to get. "You're looking a little uncomfortable, are you all right?"

"Y-yes I fine." Niko said. "It's just this place. I'm not exactly...well you know, used to this sort of thing."

"Imagine a big guy like you being so shy, it's adorable." Max said, bringing his hand to rest on the lion's. "I do wish you would loosen up a little bit though, I mean. You can be such a strong, confident Ronso if you weren't so shy."

"What do you mean?" Niko asked, scratching an itch on his skin touching his mask with an idle finger. "I'm... I'm fine."

"Oh come now, Niko. I've seen you try and avoid the glances of these dancers. Surely there's something down inside that makes you envy them. Makes you want to.. cast yourself into their lot?"

Niko's brow furrowed under his mask, as if struggling to come up with what to say next. He put his hand against it and a flicker of light seemed to travel along the gold trim. "I don't need to...I'm better than they are?" His voice wavered, as if he wasn't sure what he was saying.

Maxe'ra laughed. "Why do you sound so unsure? Have confidence! I'm sure if you wanted to, you could outdance anyone in the room."

"You're damn right I could..." He huffed and fluttered the collar of his shirt. "Is it getting hot in here to you?"

"It sure is." Max purred lustily. "It is getting a little hot to be wearing that shirt, isn't it? Don't you feel the need to take it off?"

"Wh-what? Here? I couldn't pos--possib..." His objection faded as he grew to look somewhat uncomfortable. Then he looked almost sick and got right to his feet. "E-excuse me..." He said suddenly as he ran from the room, bursting out into the main hall and vanishing.

Max followed immediately after, exiting the Honeybee and stepping out into the cooler, exposed walkway as he observed Niko leaning over one of the banisters at the ledge of the city, breathing heavily as his head leaned over and into the downpour of rain. "Hey! You're going to get struck by lightning if you're not careful!" He shouted as he ran to Niko. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." The Ronso replied, lifting his head and pulling his drenching hair back behind his shoulders. "I just needed a moment to cool off. It was getting so hot in there."

"Are you feeling better?"

Niko nodded slightly, rubbing his hands along his chest almost as if he was doing it subconsciously. Max noticed the brief glimpses of fur each time the shirt separated from his trousers and he stepped closer. "Good." He spoke. "Did you know one great thing about masks? They help to hide you, not just from other people, but from yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Well. They help to strip away the wearer's inhibitions; they help them escape into themselves, to do things they wouldn't normally think about. I'm sure that removing your shirt wouldn't even be a second thought under a mask, right?"

"I..."

The gold accents began to flicker again, the glow accenting the Ronso's eyes as he blinked through the light. Max stepped forward and placed a hand on the beast's chest. "In fact, I think you want to take your shirt off. Show me what you've got under there, Niko..."

There it was again, Maxe'ra's words echoing in the Ronso's head again, he felt a sudden pleasure radiating through his body, his heart began to race but he wasn't sure if it was nerves or excitement. He took a step back and groaned softly, the heat was rising in his chest. He felt like he was burning up; sweat seemed to drip from every pore and all he wanted to do now was something; anything to cool himself down. Grabbing his shirt, he began to pull at the collar, sending a single shred of fabric ripping down the center of it; his muscles popped through as he tore into it, letting out a singular roar as it ripped away from his body, his large cat body now exposing itself to the cool, misty afternoon. Almost as if it were perfectly timed, the shirt rip coincided with a brilliant flash of lightning and an echoing boom of thunder as Niko collapsed to the floor, panting and huffing loudly. The mask had somehow vanished during this, the gold color trickling off his face like the rain water had simply washed it off. Looking up, he saw Max standing over him, his face anxious as he helped the man to his feet.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked, observing the impressive package, half-hard and pressing against his trousers now barely an inch from him.

"Y-Yes..." Niko whispered.

"You've spent your time here self conscious about your dancing, I want you to show them, Niko. I want to show them you aren't afraid to dance, you're not afraid to get a little... dirty."

Niko looked at Max, his eyes briefly shimmering with an odd golden light. "Yes... yes I must dance." He turned and instead of walking toward the Honeybee, he made his way toward the formal party. Watching in astonishment, Max watched as Niko lifted his hands over his head, and then began to smoothly dance his way into the party. All partygoers stopped what they were doing immediately as the Ronso danced his way into the room, listening to music that no one could hear as he spun from one direction to another, remaining to his own beat.

Amused; the live band at the back of the room began to play to his dance, an enticing eastern theme that filled the hall as Niko danced. He grasped a lady by the hand, spun her around and caught her in his other hand before releasing her; he moved on to a rust-colored Ronso standing nearby, pressed his body against him and grasped the back of his neck. The other Ronso was stunned into silence, but followed along for a few steps before Niko casually dragged his claw along the man's neck and to the end of his chin, looking as if the two were about to kiss before he tauntingly ushered the man away by pressing his fingers to his lips and pushing. He turned toward the fountain, dragging his claws down his furry body, leaving trails in them as he moved them past the waistline of his pants. He bent down, letting them go past his knees before he stood up again and watched the rest of the room before unhinging his belt and opening his pants.

Half the audience gasped aloud and began to chatter among themselves; but Niko couldn't hear them, he was too busy dancing to the music. Watching dozens of men and women storm out of the room didn't deter him, his eyes fell on a few of the men still watching him, including Maxe'ra; who were so fixated on him that it was like they were hypnotized.

"Do it, Niko..." He heard Max's voice, but didn't see his lips move. "Show me your wild side..."

Niko felt an urge to remove his trousers, and as he pulled at them, his leopard-skin underwear peeked into view, much to Max's surprise as the Ronso's large bulge protruded from the confines of his pants as he stripped down. He stepped out of his pants, placed his arms over his head and shook his backside to the music; now giving the occasional off-key noise of the distracted band members. Niko was hot, he wanted nothing more than to cool down and the only way he could do that was by making his way to the fountain and dipping his head under the pouring water. As he did so, he slipped his thumbs into the slender strings of his bikini bottoms and slowly started to drag them down his ass. He turned around to face his audience; his heart was racing now, he wasn't sure why he was doing this, only that it felt good.

"Yes... yes!" Max's voice could be heard deep within Niko's mind and as the fabric passed his groin, his cock popped up to release some much needed tension; and it smacked the underside of his belly.

At this moment, the last of the casual patrons vacated the room hurriedly as Niko stripped the last of his clothing away and began to stroke himself. He knew he was being watched, he knew he was being seen, but he couldn't resist any longer. He was so wildly excited that he was dripping profuse amounts of precum all over his cock, which drained down to his balls and dripped into the water of the fountain. He was burning up still; it was as if the world had frozen around him and no one else cared. The ones staring at him were clearly enjoying the show, and even several patrons who had come out from the Honeybee were cheering him on as he stroked his thick, massive shaft. He brought his right hand up his waist toward his chest and began to play with his exposed nipple, licking his lips as he did so. His tail tightened and swished around him. Finally he seated himself on the floor and leaned back against one of the pillars surrounding the fountain, watching as cascades of white dripped down his shaft and coated his stomach. He sniffed and then inhaled deeply the scent of his precum as it coated him, he licked the mess and rolled his eyes back. It was intoxicating for him, he brought his wet claw back down his smooth shaft and continued to stroke, and to his surprise, he saw Max, now squatting in front of him with that damn lustful look in his eye. He wanted to turn away, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the Mystel but...

"Nnnhhhh!" He groaned as he felt the man's hand grasp his orbs. He felt them churn and precum shoot against his stomach now as he leaned back. "M-Mooooore..." he moaned as he felt Max's hands work up his balls, then to his shaft, dragging the palm of his hand over the flesh. He moaned louder.

"Yes, that's it..." Max said, his voice still ringing in Niko's mind. "Yes... give in... cum for me, Niko..."

"I-I-Can't... control--HHHRUAHHHHHHH!!!"

With that loud roar, an accompanying gush of cum began to wash over Niko's body. It coated his chest, his stomach, shot into his face in an uncontrolled geyser that didn't want to end. He had never experienced a climax like this before and it was intoxicating. His body shook and his claws thrust down into the fountain's water as he was bathed in both that and his own fluids for several deep...thick pumps. "Gods! Maxe'ra!" His voice echoed, and everything went dark again.

Niko woke suddenly; he was laying in his bed at the Pendants of the Crystarium, and wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten there. He shook and bolted upright. "Max?" He gasped as he looked around in confusion. He put his hand on his head and muttered. "A... dream?" He said. "It was so real though..."

Niko felt particularly drained as he got out of the bed; like he'd had some kind of a spell placed over him. Looking to his reflection, he realized he was still completely naked. But before he reached his trousers dangling over his bed he looked to the dresser and noticed a masquerade mask sitting there; black with gold trim, what a coincidence. He stared at it for a few minutes and then just for fun decided to put it on. The shimmer of colors on the mask comforted him, and like before it fit on him like it was a form fit directly to his face.

There was a knock at the door, and not even thinking about it, he answered it. Max stood on the other side with a smile on his face as he met the Ronso's eyes. "Hey there. You ready to go?"

Niko smiled, suddenly the mask was gone from his face and as he took Max's extended hand and walked out, neither one of them mentioned that he still hadn't gotten dressed yet...

THE END