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A Real Festival Celebration

Chapter 2

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon

The morning sun beamed through the hotel window, and Gus groaned in the most cat-like way, tilting his head slightly further toward the light and opening one eye just barely more than a crack. He glared at the sunrise, wondering why he'd fallen asleep with his feet hanging off the bed and the pillow completely jammed into his face in the most uncomfortable position imaginable.

A soft snort brought the familiar musky smell of ass to his nose, and he chuckled as he remembered what he'd done the night before. He rolled sideways, the back of his head sliding between Raul's ass cheeks as the rest of his body plopped between the older stallion's legs. He sighed to himself, crossing his arms over his stomach as he thought of the night before and just how much fun he'd had.

The concert had barely been the start of it. As the music pumped across the island, more and more of the terrified festival-goers had stripped off their clothes and hopped into the impromptu orgy. Most of them were quick to go for any hole that they could get, and most of the time, that was ass. Sometimes mouth, occasionally pussy for some of the women out there in the crowd, but ass was always available. The chains of people that were fucking and getting fucked got up to thirty people long in places, though most of them had been no more than five people before breaking off into another.

He chuckled, idly rubbing his morning wood as he remembered seeing some of the rich boys getting gangbanged by their own security. Rhinos that had clearly not been getting any for a while were suddenly thrusting away, grabbing hold of their bitches and ramming them full of thick gray dick. The lion smirked, finger fitting through the rounded ring of his Prince Albert piercing and giving it a few tugs at the memory.

That's just the start, he thought, imagining what he'd do. I've got a long, long weekend here. There's so much that we can get done before the rescue comes. How much do I really want to fuck with them?

It was a rare day that he had this much freedom. Most of the time, his audience consisted of a small bar, maybe a local sports arena, if he was really lucky, but that was a short-term thing. He usually had to stop pretty quick because someone called the cops, and by the time that he had another audience in, that meant that he either had to run, or go along with being arrested and having a different sort of fun.

And while he was good with that sort of thing - he was, after all, quite versatile - he didn't exactly enjoy having it go wrong every single time. His 'sessions' tended to last a few hours before he had to pack it in and run off into the night.

Not this time. This time, he could go for days, and it was sending his mind into a whirl just thinking about it.

As he tapped his feet idly against the air, his roommate groaned under him. Gus lifted his head as the horse started to stir, looking over his shoulder as the older man slowly lifted his head from the pillow.

"Mmmph...fuck..."

"Morning, sunshine," Gus said.

"Mmmph. Mo-orning!"

The stallion's sudden grunt was understandable, considering Gus had just dropped his head back down and planted a tongue kiss right on that pucker. He smirked as he dragged his head back and forth, slathering that puffy ring with a good, long kiss and plenty of wet attention. The slight bitter taste and hot smell that lingered around it reminded him of how long he'd spend under that ass during the night, how long he'd eaten it out, and the feel of those balls just below told him that he'd helped milk quite a bit of cum from them.

"Mmmm, did you sleep well?" Gus asked between licks.

"Mmmph...been a while since I had...such a lovely bedmate..."

"Mmm, I'm sure."

He parted the cheeks properly, taking his time to really seal his lips around that puffy pucker of a donut. Oh, there were a hundred reasons to love equines as lovers, but their asses were among the top for him. Even better than the dicks, hard and throbbing and bigger than almost any other species, their asses were just perfect for this sort of teasing. They were big, they were rounded out and easy to grope, and more than anything else, their puckers were made for rimming. Round, puffy, and just a perfect target, they were like a siren to Gus, constantly calling his attention to them, and he was always happy to answer the call.

Grinding his tongue right into that hole, he finally forced the tip past the rim. The older horse arched his back, his tail flicking up as he groaned, and Gus pulled those cheeks tight to his face. The room disappeared as he dove deeper, enjoying the feeling of that aged ass around the sides of his face.

Lick.

Lap.

Thrust.

Soon, he could feel that big stallion cock throbbing to life with more than just the vibrancy of morning wood. He reached down and groped it, squeezing it between his fingers as he kept licking and thrusting his tongue past that hole. The horse pushed back against his face, Raul finally coming around to want more of it, and Gus took it, grinding his muzzle in deep.

Of course, it didn't take long for the gentle rimming to take its toll, and a bit of stroking got the old man off in short order. As soon as Gus felt the familiar spasming around his tongue, he laughed, pulling his head back as he wiped his head on his free hand. Raul groaned, his hips twitching, thrusting his cock against the lion's other hand, and Gus waited out his pleasure, letting it spasm free.

Once he was done, the horse rolled over, and Gus sat on the edge of the bed, his own morning wood twitching against his fingers. He gave himself a few idle strokes as Raul got comfortable, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"Been a while since you got that, too?"

"You have no idea, kid. You have noooo idea," the horse panted.

"Hehehe, I can tell. Guess I'm just that good."

"You're something, heh. I'll give you that. Now...kid..." Raul shook his head, leaning back against the pillows. "You wanna tell me what happened yesterday? I might have had a ton of fun, but something was going on. Something went...weird."

"...Heh, you remember it that clearly?"

"I remember you started playing that guitar of yours, and after that, everyone lost their minds."

"...Yeah, guess I should probably give you the highlights, at least." Gus shook his head, crossing one leg over the other. "You believe in magic?"

"...Yeah, a little."

"Well, that's the answer."

"That's not much of a story."

"I'm not much of a story-teller. That's more a certain badger's department," he said, shaking his head again. "But the important thing is, I grew up with a bunch of other hippies, ended up going on a little road trip with a lady that's still a good friend, and ended up finding this magical guitar at the end of it. When she and I played together..."

Gus smiled despite himself. The memories of the sheer insanity that he and Greta had created together still lingered in the back of his head. They were good memories, if impossible to recapture. She was too sensible to play with him most of the time, and she had more of a sense of responsibility to the rest of the world than he did. As far as Gus was concerned, the only obligations he had were to make the people that he cared about happy, and if he stopped caring about them, that obligation went right out the window.

But if he cared? Well, he'd go to the ends of the earth for them. That wasn't enough for some people, thinking that with his guitar he should do something more...well, useful, but he didn't care. He was here for a good time, not a long time.

He glanced at the guitar near the locked door to their hotel room, smirking to himself. He waved at it, and it lifted off the ground, zipping to his hand a second later. Resting it over his lap, he looked back at the stunned stallion.

"But yeah, even without her around, I can still do a lot. This thing's been through hell and back with me. Literally. It can fuck with a few minds."

"...Did you do that to me?"

"I'm not going to fuck with someone that already wants to have fun. Hell, you're a good guy, Raul. I like you. I don't want to hurt you."

"...Good...good..."

"...You okay?"

"Yeah, just..." The horse shook his head. "I used to be a soldier. I just thought...if the government had something like that..."

"...Heh, I can see what you mean. But I ain't the government. Sure as hell wouldn't have any government people around that would want you to fuck all night and forget your troubles for a while."

"Heh...too right on that one...too right..."

Gus shouldered the guitar with a small grunt, getting to his feet a moment later. The guitar's familiar weight against his back was a lovely feeling, and it reminded him of just how much capability that it offered. Someone that knew how to use it - and that was an important part, knowing how to use it and how to play in general - could do some really interesting stuff to other people. He imagined that there'd be a few musicians on the island that could do some stuff to him if he didn't keep hold of it.

So, he'd just have to keep hold of it. Simple as.

He walked away from the bed, leaning against the window frame. The rest of the field was covered with a bunch of people that hadn't made their way back into the hotel last night, and most of them were either balls-deep in someone or had their face under the crotch or ass of someone that had been rutting them hard the night before.

It was rather lovely, in its own debauched way.

"You gonna cause any serious trouble?"

"Hmm?"

"I said, you going to cause any serious trouble?"

"Raul...it's me." Gus chuckled. "I'm going to cause trouble, sure, but you really think I'd want to hurt anyone? For real, I mean, rather than for play?"

"I don't think so, but -"

"You were a soldier. You're trying to figure out if I'm some kinda threat, right?"

The horse nodded.

"I'm a threat to the people that want to shut it all down. I'm the sort of person that they hate. The sort of man that they'd want to kick out or lock up as fast as possible. Because you know what? What I want, more than anything else, is to make sure that people are honest about what they want. And what most people want is to feel as good as they fucking can. This music? This guitar? All I want is to make sure that they stop hiding it. That they give in and show the world what they want, because finally, it's okay.

"And I'm going to keep on playing, keep on singing, until everyone here has a good time, and remembers what the fuck this is supposed to be like."

Raul stared at him the whole time he was talking, and all the while, Gus wondered if he was going to have to get a new roommate. For all that the stallion was an older man, he had been remarkably open and easy for the first day. But that didn't mean that he would stay that way now that he knew the truth. He could easily start freaking out, and Gus wasn't going to stay with him if that happened.

He was just starting to go through an older song that was good at wiping away memory when the horse sighed. The gold-coated, gray-maned stallion smiled despite himself, pulling one leg to his chest and chuckling.

"Well, that's a good reason to be doing what you're doing. Long as you're not trying to...you know..."

"Be some evil criminal?" Gus chuckled. "Be one of those evil crime lords that all those old DARE videos talked about?"

"Oh god, I wanted those things burned and buried so bad..."

"Hehehe, well, don't worry. I'm not that kind of guy. When this is all over, I'm probably going to fade away and disappear for a while, go on a road trip again, hit a bunch of dive bars and be like a cryptid for a while. But until then? I'm going to help you and me have the best weekend of our lives."

He looked back out the windows and frowned. What had been a fairly peaceful display on the open field had turned into something a great deal less pleasant.

"Hey...come here," Gus said, waving at the stallion.

As Raul joined him, he pointed at an antelope walking through the crowd, leaning down and posing the camera to get shot after shot of different people in various embarrassing positions. It didn't take long for the antelope to stand up and turn around, showing his face to the lion.

It was the same influencer that had been annoying the shit out of him in the registration line. Slender enough to look 'fit' while still being too slender to really qualify as someone really muscled up, the antelope walked around in 'trendy' clothes that hung loose on his body and made him look well-off. He had a pair of sunglasses hanging off his antlers, and he looked positively irritating and smug even at a distance.

"What's he doing?" Raul asked.

"At a guess? Getting some stupid pictures to 'expose' people with," Gus said, shaking his head. "Come on. We're going to show him a bit more of the whole 'peace and love' idea."

"Your fists or mine?"

"Fun idea, but I got a better one."

#

"Yo, look at that, everyone. A bunch of freaks got it on last night, and now they're all out here without a lick of shame. And some big names out here, too. You wanna see hypocrisy, this is what it's all about..."

Gus shook his head as he hopped down from the hotel's front door, guitar already sliding around. Raul was right behind him, the bigger, older horse looming by his shoulder.

And the antelope didn't even seem to notice them. He was still yapping at his phone, only to drop it with a groan.

"No, that ain't it, either. Man, what the hell do I gotta do to get service out here?" the antelope muttered.

"You'd need to have a miracle," Gus said.

The antelope whipped around, nearly losing his sunglasses and the long, draping hoodie that he wore. It didn't fit him well, but Gus recognized the brand name along the front as something that a bunch of influencers wore. Made them look connected, knowledgeable when they had the big brands on. The antelope laughed.

"Hey, you're the guy that was playing last night? Man, you got some balls."

"Obviously." Gus swayed his hips deliberately, sending his sac swaying enough for the antelope to blush and look away. "Bigger and better than yours."

"Hey, man, I'm just taking some pictures out here. You got any kind of connection?"

"So you can out a bunch of people that aren't ready to come out?"

"Hey, I'm just saying -"

"For all the words pouring out of your mouth, you're saying nothing but shit," Gus said, rolling his eyes. "And don't try and tell me that the world's got a right to know. Everybody's got a right to privacy. Governments, corporations, they ain't people. They don't have a right to anything like that. But individuals like everyone out here? They got a right to privacy. What happens at the festival stays at the festival."

"Come on. This is the biggest scoop of the year. You see that guy over there? Damien? His dad's been donating to the crazy churches for over a decade, and you see 'em both attending every month. I put this out -"

The lion didn't care. He pulled his guitar around and strummed, hard.

Of course, being as he was targeting it this time, the sound streamed off the guitar and slammed right into the antelope, nearly knocking him right off his feet. The sunglasses did go flying this time, falling into the crowd somewhere, and the antelope himself stumbled backward nearly three paces before getting his balance back.

"What the hell did you do?" Raul muttered.

"Got him to shut up," Gus said, letting the guitar hang free. "And opened his mind to a few possibilities. See?"

"...Ain't much of a boner on the kid."

"Yeah, well, that happens. Not everyone's big and hung."

As the antelope stood there, staring into space with a growing boner in his pants, Gus took his phone from him. The screen was filled with the camera view, and it was constantly trying to connect to the internet. Gus flicked the options open, turned it to airplane mode, and flicked back to the camera. He deleted every last photo that had been taken in the last few minutes and all the recorded video.

For all that it would make good blackmail material, there was only so much that anyone could use that. Eventually, someone would get pissed off enough to do something about it. And more to the point, this was supposed to be fun. Ruining someone's life took the fun out of it, and this would have ruined who knew how many lives, a lot of them purely by accident by being in someone else's exposed shot.

He looked the antelope over, tapping his lips. Much as he was a poser, the influencer didn't look half-bad. Had a nice ass, looked like he would be someone that'd be fun to knock down a peg or two. Gus looked over his shoulder.

"Thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Heh. Thinking of giving him an introduction to the gay scene?"

"I think he could use a little bit of a lesson. What do you say? Show him how it feels to be a good little butt-slut after he comes out of this trance?"

"You can do that?"

"Raul, I can make people do damn near anything."

What he couldn't do without Greta was start changing the reality of the world around him. If they were together, they could play tunes that would convince the world that anything they sang was true. That was the power of the guitars put together. But apart? Well, the most that they could do was fuck with the heads of the people in the world. It wasn't as fun, but it was still pretty good.

"So...what do you do?" Raul asked. "Just...sing a song?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Just gimme a minute to improvise something..."

#

One song later, and the antelope was grinning from ear to ear, and Gus knew he wouldn't have to do a thing for the next hour. He had just managed to put his guitar somewhere safe before the antelope took his phone back and pointed it at his face.

"Yo, everyone, it's me, Xander Q, and it's time for me to stream my first gay experience! I know, I know, you all know me as the lady-killer, but what the hell? I'm at Rock-a-Shock, and it's time for me to blend in with the locals and lose that ass-cheery!"

Raul and Gus groaned under their breaths as they listened to the antelope go on about how he was going to be the best damn slut on the island if he found out that he liked it. The whole thing was as poser-ish as one could imagine, and there was no chat, no connection, nobody listening to him. He was talking to himself more than anything else, but the song had made it feel like he was recording.

Just like it would -

"Ey, you! Big guy!"

The antelope ran over, almost stepping on three different unconscious men from the night prior before grabbing Raul's hand and shaking it.

"I'm Xander Q, head of the Million-Strong Xander-Files. You must have heard of me."

"Can't say I have," Raul said.

"Yeah, well, you will after this. Man, you're just - hey, dude. Lion boy. Film this."

Gus would have slapped the antelope if it was any other situation, but knowing that this was something that he'd set up, all he could do was grin. He took the phone and stepped back a few paces, turning it sideways and watching as the antelope leaned in. Xander turned around, his ass to the big horse's crotch, and that fat dick was already starting to rise up.

Kid, you are in for a ride and a half...

He almost felt like he was seeing Xander the way that most people saw him. They all thought that he was too young for the bullshit that he caused since he was barely in his late twenties, but that was nothing compared to the asshole behavior that the influencers did. Young as twenty in most cases - and he was pretty sure that Xander was barely 21 - he actually felt like an old hand compared to this one.

And seeing the little idiot starting to grind his ass back against that bared horse cock made him grin, knowing what it was going to do to the little slut.

"Alright, everyone, starting that again. This is..."

"Raul," the horse said.

"And he's going to be the one popping my cherry today. Hey, Raul, can I kiss you?"

"Heh, it's going to be me kissing you, kid. Turn around."

Gus was more than happy to be an audience to the show as his roommate spun the younger man around. The antelope didn't even have a chance to say anything before he was getting his mouth invaded by a talented horse tongue. Very talented, Gus remembered from the night before, and it didn't take long before the younger man was panting, huffing. His legs shook on the camera as the horse held him up, kissing deep, his hands around the antelope's sides and pulling him closer.

"Yeah, that's it...get it good and deep..."

And just as he'd expected, the antelope's cock had jumped up, hard, in response to the whole thing. Just what he wanted to see. He knelt down, getting a good look at that bulging thing, throbbing away at probably...hmmm, he'd guess around five inches. Not too small, but definitely smaller than what he and Raul had to offer.

It was hot to watch, though. He grinned as he slowly circled the pair of them, watching as Raul showed his experience. His hands kneaded the antelope boy's ass, gently parting the cheeks through the pants, teasing him closer and closer. Gus watched as the old stallion pulled that barely-clothed bulge against his own naked cock, making them grind and dance together, never breaking the kiss.

It was a dance, and it was all getting caught on camera. Gus planned to store this one way, making sure that Xander never entirely forgot about this. He wouldn't ruin the influencer's life, but he would damn well make sure that he didn't forget about the possibility that he could have been ruined.

The kissing continued, making out, swapping spit, tasting tongue, for nearly two whole minutes. By the time that the stallion finally pulled his head back, chuckling and huffing, Xander was clearly lightheaded. Gus chuckled, licking some pre-cum off his fingers as the antelope turned around. He had to lean against the bigger man to avoid falling over.

"Damn...fuck...I didn't think a dude could kiss like that," he said, panting. "Yo, any girls in the chat, this what it feels like when we go for you? Ha!"

"Oh, you'll feel more in a minute," Raul said. "How about you start making your way down? Don't want to take it dry for your first time, do you?"

"Heh...heh..."

For all the antelope's cockiness in front of the camera, he still blushed as he turned back to the taller stallion. Six-foot-four towered over the antelope's five-foot-ten frame, and the thick shoulders made Raul look even bigger than he actually was. Seeing someone that tall, that experienced, slowly pushing Xander down? Oh, if Gus had been willing to sell the tape, he knew people that'd pay real money for that.

The antelope leaned against the bigger male, his hands trailing down the stallion's sides, his lips opening as he kissed from the upper belly down over the little indent of the belly button, and then over the hairier treasure further down. Further, further, further, always getting huffier and huffier until he was face to face with that thick, flared cock.

"Whatcha thinking, kid?" Raul asked.

"I'm thinking...I'm thinking I've never seen a bigger dick than this in my life..."

"Heh, that's what they all say the first time. Even little dicks look huge when they're right in your face. But right now -"

"Yo, chat, look at this. This thing's as thick as my arm, and I'm about to - gulk!"

Raul shut the antelope up before he could ruin the moment, and Gus gave the other man a thumb's up for the choice. It was one thing to take their pleasure with the little idiot, but it was another thing to listen to him the whole time.

Still, Gus was admittedly surprised that the antelope was able to keep a squatting pose while getting face-fucked. There was no skill there, nothing but the simplest of swallows as he was face-fucked, but he was staying upright, managing to keep his balance while balancing on the tips of his hooves while squatted down. That put his ass out a bit, making it look surprisingly good on camera, and Xander even managed to keep his hands on his thighs, purely using his mouth to suck away.

Hump, hump, hump went the horse, driving it deep until it was all the way down his throat. The flare was just barely visible through the antelope's throat, and it was hot as hell on camera. Gus had to take his hand from his cock as he realized he was getting too worked up for this, shaking his head and huffing to himself.

Thrust. Squelch. Thrust. Gluk.

The sounds were all the hotter, too, and he closed his eyes with a little mental wince. He was starting to regret being the camera-man rather than getting this properly. Raul was really showing off his experience, ramming his hips forward, showing how much power those equine hips had to drive that dick home.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Each time that it bottomed out, he growled under his breath, almost wishing that was him. Whether he wished that he was Raul or Xander changed by the moment, but either way, he wished he was there. Tasting dick, giving it, either way, he wanted -

POP!

"Ah...ah..."

Xander groaned as the stallion's cock loomed above him, desperately pulling his pants off. They hit the ground, along with his underwear, a scarce second later, and he leaned back against the nearest solid surface. His breath was coming in quick gasps as he wiggled his ass back and forth.

"Give it to me. Fucking...fucking give it to...to me..."

"You think you can -"

"Hey, chat, I'm about to lose my cherry! Keep on watching for the full thing, and make sure that you share it with everyone you know," the antelope said.

Gus was not sure that he could take much more sexual whiplash. One second, the antelope was actually pretty hot under the stallion; the next, he was a complete asshole again, pandering to the camera. If it wasn't for the fact that the recording would be there as a reminder, he wasn't sure that he could have kept watching.

As the antelope threw up the peace sign, and as Raul lined himself up, Xander whispered.

"Hey, could you get a close-up of the deflowering?"

"My pleasure," Gus said, and he meant it.

He knelt down between the stallion's legs, and he aimed the camera right at that pulsating pucker. It was dry, but only for a moment before that spit and pre-cum soaked cock touched it. The little pink pucker was not ready for what it was about to take, but Gus didn't care. At that point, he knew Xander didn't, either. The song had left him nothing but a hungry bottom, and he'd take it, pain or no pain.

The first thrust was nothing more than a grind. The second was scarcely better, though it put a little bit of pressure on that pucker. Third, fourth, and fifth only took it a bit further each, but by the sixth, he could see that hole bending in. Just a little, sucking at that flared tip, but it gave them both hope.

Bump.

Thrust.

Bump.

Thrust.

Bump -

POP!

And as Xander screamed in pleasure and in bliss, in shock and in sheer breathless stretching, everyone around them woke up to the sight of a little idiot taking a cock that was far, far, far too big for him...

#

Gus left Raul and Xander to hash out their agreement for the rest of their relationship together as he wanted to find someone a little more interesting for the rest of the morning. The sheer pleasure that he had gotten out of watching the antelope get fucked had been fascinating, but now he needed an outlet.

They'll have fun for the rest of the week, and if Raul plays his cards right, he'll have a sugar baby for a while.

Sugar daddy, sugar baby. It was something like that. The little antelope would be more than willing to pay the horse's bills for the chance to get more of that dick again and again. The fuck had broken that butt, but more than that, it seemed to have broken Xander's head a little bit, too. They were probably going to need to work on that, but if nothing else, it looked like the new bisexuality was definitely there to stay.

He picked his way, naked and barefoot, through the crowd before eventually finding one of the embarrassed rhinos picking his way out of the orgy pit that he and the rest of his little bodyguard team had put together for their rut last night. Gus hopped down beside him, squatting down on the ground and looking the rhino in the dick.

"Looks like you had fun."

"Get lost."

"I don't think so."

"You think that I can't handle you? Whatever you fucking did last night - hey, hey, don't touch that fucking guitar. Hey. Hey!"

Gus chuckled, slowly pulling his hand from the red neck. He leaned his chin on one hand, looking the rhino up and down again. Not quite as hot as a stallion, but doing pretty good, particularly with the bedraggled suit.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to fuck you up. Yet. I thought that you could use a little bit of fun."

"I got plenty of 'fun' last night."

"Heh, you don't go to enough of these, do you? You see, the fun doesn't stop until the festival does...and from the looks of things, there's enough festival to keep going for at least three more days..."

The End

Summary: Gus wakes up the next morning to remember some of the fun stuff he did, and then has a little more fun bringing someone down a peg or three.

Tags: M/M, Embarrassment, Mind Control, Rimming, Oral, Face-Fucking, Anal, First Time, Streaming, Recording, Antelope, Lion, Stallion, Horse, Series, Gus, Musk, Public Nudity, Piercing, Morning Wood,