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Welcome my lovely reader to season two of Guarded. Did you think I was through with the story of Leo, Tracey, and all their friends? Ha! I’ve plenty more to share with you, lots more love and tribulations to be had!

Also, if you’ve not read the first Guarded, you literally will be lost trying to read this, it’s a direct sequel. I know Guarded was my first serial and a bit rough to read at times, but do try to skim over it if you want to enjoy this tale.

Things ended on a happy note with our wolf and ram, but just like with Tracey, Leo had his fair share he had to endure before she came into his life. We’ll get back to them soon enough, but let’s take a step back to another time shall we? A young ram trying to find his way, an idol in the making, but at what cost?

Let’s jump right in!

—*—

Episode 1:

Under Pressure

“‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word. And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night.”

“You son of a bitch!” He screamed through tear-filled eyes, his fist driving right into his slightly taller father’s jaw. The larger ram fell to his rear, stunned by the blow, tears still on his own face.

“Leonard!” His mother screamed his name as she dropped to her knees to check on her husband. She had her own tears on her cheeks as she jerked her gaze up at her son with a glare. “This was not your father’s fault!”

“You’re right! It’s both your fucking faults!” He sneered as he thrust a finger at his parents there on the floor. His father just clenched his jaw and said nothing, looking away from his son's steely green eyes.

“Argh! Fuck both of you, and fuck this whole family!” He screamed to the whole house, both his older sisters looking shocked at his display as he stormed from the house, kicking the door open.

His friends wanted to go hang out today, they pried him away from his singing lessons and everything. It was supposed to be a day to relax, probably the first one he’d had in a year or so. He’d just been doing school between practicing, constantly training, constantly striving to get his pitch and tone better.

The young ram just walked, his curly short hair bouncing, tears refusing to stop flowing as he paced down the sidewalk with no destination in mind. He’d told his parents before he didn’t like it, at least keep it and the ammo in separate locations. His dad just laughed it off like he was young and stupid, saying maybe he could ask the burglar to give him a second to load the gun.

He clenched his fist, the knuckles were starting to show swelling, he’d never punched someone before in his life, and he never dreamed it would be his dad. Shaking the pain off he kept walking until he finally came to a small gas station near his house. Pushing inside the clerk recognized him as one of the local kids, her ears perking up. “My gods, Leo! What’s wrong sweetie?!”

The older vixen quickly walked over to him from around the counter. She might have been in her eighties, but she moved with the urgency of a mother in her twenties when she saw an injured crying teenager walk into her store. Her name was Patricia and she’d always been a sweetheart to him, he eventually named a track after her over this whole situation, but she was already gone before his first album.

“Did you get in a fight?” She whispered as she already had hastily made an ice pack from the soda machine and a plastic bag, holding it over the young ram’s swelling fist.

“Patty… I… can I use the phone, please?” He stammered the words, trying not to just throw his arms around her and bawl right there.

She pursed her lips and gave a slow nod as he watched her wince to stand from the kneel she’d been in. “Of course, you can, sweetie, keep that ice on your hand.” She moved back to the counter, sounding winded from her flight of quickly making him an ice pack. A moment later she passed him a cordless phone. It wasn’t that cell phones weren’t a thing at this time, plenty of teenagers had them, he just didn’t have his with him when he stormed out the door.

He dialed the number from memory, the phone connecting as he struggled to speak, “Max?”

The familiar voice spoke onto the line, “Leo, baby! What’s going on?” His happy voice just made him choke back a sob and there was a pause before it continued, “Where are you?”

“I- I’m at the… gas station down from my house…” The young ram choked out the words, trying not to lose it.

“Don’t move, I’ll be there in ten!” The call disconnected and he passed the phone back to Patricia with a shaking hand.

“Sweetie… are you okay?” The older vixen frowned upon him as he shook his head in response.

“I’m not… nothing is okay… Randy is… he’s…” He couldn’t finish the words and he didn’t need to, she seemed to process the words for what they were. He didn’t stay to talk, he asked her to tell his parents where he was going and left to wait outside the gas station.

He said it would be ten minutes but it was five at best. The beat-up old sedan roared down the road before whipping into the lot to grind to a halt as his math teacher scrambled out of the car, a short stocky rat with wispy brown hair that was just starting to thin. “Leo!”

“Max! Gods… I-” He lost it and threw himself into his teacher’s arms, dropping to his knees as he just started wailing.

“Leonard… gods… c’mere, it’s gonna be okay, I’m here.” He hugged the ram tight, resting a hand on his head while he sobbed into his vest and tie.

“It’s not going to be okay!” Leo screamed into his chest through broken sobs, “Nothing is fucking okay, it never will be!”

—*—

“Yes… Yes, Mrs. Montone. No, that’s fine… Yes, Joanne is fine with it as well.” He hesitated before shaking his head. “No, I don’t think he’ll want to talk to either of you, I already asked before I made the call… yes, I’m sorry. I’ll keep you up to speed on things.” Maxamillian sighed as he hung the phone up, shuddering as it all settled on him.

Of course, he was a father too, so he could only imagine. That truly was the biggest fear of a parent, to lose a child like that. He gave a shiver before wiping his face of the brief tears that had shown, mostly the pain he felt for poor Leo.

Maximilian was Leonard's math teacher, but was also the school's choir instructor. He’d known Leo for a few years now and from the moment he first heard him sing, he knew he had something special. They had been thick as thieves since then, the rat encouraging him every step of the way.

Leo had always wanted to be a famous singer, idolizing artists from all sorts of genres. From the rock legends like Mercury to some of the first true idols like Bowie. Of course, when he was younger he had a big crush on several pop stars including Katie K and really got into the rock band Libertine Priest, especially the way their frontman Kevin Korig’s vocals worked so well with their keyboardist Fiadh Corish’s talents.

It was that fox’s keyboard skills that made him so choosy later when he came to form his own band. He insisted on having someone he could trust with his synthetic drip of music while he sang, knowing he would have that backup.

Maximilian had been working hard too, he promised Leo he’d be huge someday and had put the effort in over the last few years, trying to help the young ram break into the big time as his manager. Max wasn’t just Leo’s friend, he was his biggest fan. He always laughed, saying the ram had the kind of voice that could make hopes and dreams come true.

That was later, for now, he was a distraught teenager at his best friend's house. He stayed with Maximillian and Joanne for nearly a full week, just resuming his life but with them.

When he came home and his mother tried to hug him, he just pushed past her to go to his room. His father tried to speak to him at dinner about things, but Leo just simply kept his mouth shut, refusing to say a word. Even his sisters tried to get him to open up, but they were older and no longer lived at home. He never forgave them and their home was forever changed.

Junior year ground by agonizingly slow as he stopped speaking with what few friends he had. He didn’t focus on anything but singing while he kept studying what made all the greats have that spark, that little something. He practiced his walk and his talk so to speak, even joining the theater group just to practice walking a stage and captivating an audience, even if it was a small gymnasium of parents.

—*—

Leo was still seventeen when he got his first big break. Idol sensation Flia Price was in town and Max had somehow gotten him on the list of potential backup singers if they needed one. It just so happened one of her regular boys had come down with a nasty cold so they were holding a last-minute audition for one.

Flia was a doe and a knockout one at that. Lithe and graceful but with a surprisingly ample chest. Her shows were glitzy and unapologetically sexy. She often laughed about it, saying it was never a family-friendly venue and if parents didn’t like her lyrics or how much skin or fur she showed, to not let their kids go.

She also was notorious for insisting she had only feline backup singers and dancers, saying the whole cat aesthetic suited the brand she was selling. Leo had been doing small-time gigs and shows for a while now, he knew somewhat how the biz worked. Everyone talks a big game about equality, but when the star wants something, they get it, ethics be damned.

“Okay, Leo baby! I know you got this, I believe in you, okay!?” Maximilian gripped his blue jean jacket he wore, giving him another jerk as he looked up into his eyes.

“Okay, okay, Max! Fuck… I think you’re more nervous than I am, man!” He laughed it off but his heart was pounding, finally, he heard the idol’s manager call off from the list.

The short little brunette cat hissed out while holding the clipboard, “Number six, get up here!” Leo almost stumbled coming up the stairs, scowling at that before shifting into his stage presence. He pretended like he was at one of the shows at school, strutting onto the stage in his boots and jeans as if he owned the whole damn concert hall.

He faced the mic and looked bored, but then gave a little frown as Flia Price sat there leaning back, a hand resting on her cheek, not even looking at him, just pecking away at her cell phone.

Leo scowled at that and cleared his throat. The doe cut her blue eyes up to his, the eyes of a hardened idol that would slit throats and ruin careers to keep herself afloat. She turned the screen off and casually slid the phone right into her cleavage, giving a nod of her head in acknowledgment of him. “You have a spine in there huh? The last two just mewled out their song and I didn’t even look them in the eye before dismissing them.”

The ram showed her as much of a grin as he could, pushing his fingers through his semi-long white hair. “Well, thanks for-”

“Sing,” she hissed out, already looking ready to tell him to leave.

He shuddered for a moment then glared at her hard before just throwing out the main chorus of Under Pressure. Flia shifted to full attention and a smirk curled on her mouth at that. “Interesting choice… Ironic even? Alright little sheep, I’ll play your game… Give me the chorus from… Moonage Daydream.”

Leo gulped and muttered aloud to himself for a moment as he racked his brain, “I’m an alligator… rockin’ roll bitch for…” His ears perked a little as he belted out the chorus, “Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe! Put your ray gun to my head!”

He just picked the song up from there and kept going, he was holding the mic now in both hands, not even remembering why he was there, just focusing his pitch and every ounce of his emotion into the lyrics. He was mostly finished before she finally called out to him, “Shut up!”

His brain came to a screeching halt as he bit his lower lip to shut himself up. Flia gave a nod and looked to her manager. “How many more auditions for the day?”

“He’s six of thirty-two.”

“Tell the rest of them to fuck off,” She quipped out sounding bored, then as his heart started to pound, she looked him in the eyes, analyzing him. “You… you’re not like this other bullshit… I can see it, fuck me if I can’t smell it on you too, you’re dangerous… you could be a real contender I think.”

She climbed from the seat and sauntered over to him, her cell phone half hanging out of her bouncing breasts as she gave the young ram an almost predatory look. “You got a name, number six?”

“Uh… L-Leonard, or Leo for short!” He spat out awkwardly and averted his eyes from the doe’s swaying breasts.

Moving right up to him, she puffed into one of his drooped ears. “Hey, you wanna make it in this business, you better get used to seeing a pair of tits in your face, Leo. You’ll have your fans flashing you and shit while you’re on stage, not all of them female either.”

He gulped hard and nodded as he moved to focus back on her and looked down at those ample swells of her cleavage almost right in his face. Flia hissed out and grabbed him by the jaw, her long sharp nails digging in as she tilted his head to meet her fierce eyes. “That wasn’t an invitation to ogle them, dumb ass!”

“S-Sorry! I’m not used to uh… b-being so close to a pretty-”

“Yo! You’re his manager, how old is this guy?” Flia snarled over at Max who squeaked out and scurried forward a few paces.

“Ah uhm… that’s to say… uh… he’ll be eighteen in about three months!” The rat stammered out awkwardly.

Flia clicked her tongue and sized up Leo with a sneer. “Jailbait eh? Alright, popstar, I’ll pay you under the table, anyone asks, you’re nineteen, got it?”

“Y-Yes ma’am!” He spoke out respectfully as Flia whirled on him and drew her palm out to slap him. He flinched but the blow just came forth as a light pat on his cheek.

“You’re cute, but if you ever call me ma’am again, well… just don’t do it again, got it?” She quirked a brow, giving him a crooked grin, her blue eyes shining like daggers in the stage lights.

“Y-yes… uh… Flia? Miss Price? What should I-”

“Boss, you call me boss. Now fuck off, it’s already after ten and I need a fucking drink or something to take the edge off. We’ll talk in a few hours,” The doe sneered and Leo felt her give his backside a heavy clap of her hand as she strutted off.

“Uh… uh… congrats, Leo, baby!” Max clenched his fists, giving the ram a wide grin.

“Oh, uh… Y-yeah! Wow, I can’t believe this is happening!” He quickly clenched his own fists, both of them grinning at one another as reality set in.

q—*—

A few hours later he was called into Flia’s dressing room with Max in tow. The doe had a small glass of some sort of amber liquid in it, rolling an ice cube around. “Alright popstar, let's go over a few rules.”

She didn’t wait for them to respond as she glanced down at Maximillian. “You’re his manager and I expect you to stay attached to his hip during the two shows I’m doing in this backwater podunk town. I’m not babysitting and I’m not having some bullshit attached to my name over a minor, we clear?”

“Yes ma’am!” Max spat out politely, then squeaked as she hissed and threw the contents of her drink all over him before dropping the empty glass to the floor with a snarl.

“Gods damn it, I’m twenty-one, why are all these fuckers calling me ma’am!” She shouted and glared at the wet rat, showing her teeth, her blue eyes looking fierce. “If either of you mother fuckers calls me ma’am again, you’re out of here, I don’t need a backup singer per se, you got it?!”

The ram and rat both gave quick nods as Max took a handkerchief out to wipe his face and head off. Flia just sighed and pulled her cell phone back out of her cleavage before punching a number. “Gods damn it, Allen, get me another fucking drink. No, my mood is already fucking shot, just bring me some fucking water.”

Not even thirty seconds later one of the staff pushed the door open and tossed a bottle of water straight at her. She caught it without missing a beat as she held it up, “Cheers, now fuck off.” The door shut as she twisted the cap off and took a drink.

The two of them stood there as she opened an eye and quirked a brow as if she had half-forgotten about them already. “Oh, right… we’ll rehearse in twenty, keep up or deals off. Now piss off.”

“Got it.” Leo gave a nod as he and Max moved for the exit.

“Hey, Leo, hang about a second, I want to talk to you without the rat.” Flia quipped with her back turned, checking her look over in the mirror. Leo and Max shared a look before the ram gave him a nod.

“I’ll be outside then, Leo, baby.” Max slipped out pulling the door to, leaving Leo alone with the most famous person he’d ever known.

Flia spun around in the chair to look at him, her blonde and pink hair sharp and jagged, drifting down behind her, blue eyes fierce as she looked the younger male over. “So you want this life, Leonard?”

He swallowed the lump down in his throat and gave a nod to her. The doe showed him an almost apologetic smile as she leaned back and folded her hands in her lap. “Sweetie… I have to ask you something… why the fuck would you want this? Money’s good, no time to enjoy it, you bust your tail, and you sleep on a fucking bus ninety percent of the time.”

“I-” Leo gave her a strong gaze and spoke out as simply as he could, “I want to make people happy, I want people to sing but… I want them to sing MY songs, I want to be a force of happiness and good for my fans!”

Flia busted out in a fit of giggles and then showed her teeth in a grin. “You are precious… but, I somewhat agree with you on that front. They’re a pain in the ass sometimes, but fuck me if I don’t do it for the fans too…”

He smiled and the tension slipped away a little at that. “That makes me glad to hear, I really-”

“Look, Leo. You focus on not making me look like shit tonight, and I’ll see what I can do about giving you some advice, I got some tips from those that came before me, guess I can pass my knowledge on or some bullshit like that.”

The ram lifted his drooped ears and she saw the heat show in his cheeks. “R-really? Oh, my gods… Flia that, erm- Boss, I mean boss!”

She gave him a somewhat bemused smile and shook her head. “You can call me Flia when it’s just us, now fuck off.” She whirled back around to her mirror, drinking more of her water.

“Yes, Flia, uh… thank you!” He pushed out of the dressing room feeling lighter than air. He had the attention of one of the biggest idols on the planet, how could things possibly go wrong from here?

—*—

“Your harmony fucking sucks! I thought you knew what you were doing! Fucking-a-gain!” Flia snarled out as the keyboardist and the bass player glared at the young ram. Leo's cheeks were hot in embarrassment, glancing back to Max who offered him a thumbs up.

“Stop looking at that fucking rat! He won’t fucking save you if you are tanking on stage, and the gods won’t help you if you ruin my gods damned show, now focus!”

“Yes!” Leo shouted out as if the doe were a drill sergeant.

She didn’t play his kind of music, he much preferred rock but he had listened to some of her stuff on the radio. After they agreed to the gig, she shoved a CD in his hands and told him to listen to selected tracks for the next few hours and have them memorized. That’s easier said than done when you’re nervous as all hell though.

They got a little farther this time, he stayed in harmony and kept his pitch stable with her through almost the majority of the song before he accidentally dropped a note. Flia snarled as she tightened her grip on the mic and slammed it to the ground, shattering the casing as small bits of it flew about all over the stage. “Gods be damned! Is it that fucking hard?! I’m asking for one damned song!”

“I- I’m sorry, I’m still learning your shit, okay?!” Leo hissed out, his eyes looking wet as if he just knew he was getting fired already.

Flia pushed her hand to her face as a technician scrambled to hook a new mic up. Her blue eyes met him, looking furious but also clear as she sighed calmly, “Leo, do you know why I agreed to this shit with you?”

“B-Because you thought I sounded good?” The ram lifted his ears with a hopeful look.

“Sure, you sound good, but you know what? Every time we have these fucking auditions, I get a bunch of kissasses that sing my own shit back at me, you didn’t! You even sang old shit at me, ironic shit!” She sighed and folded her arms. “Also you actually knew my favorite song of his when I asked you to sing it, not just going into fucking Modern Love or China Girl.”

“Ah, well… I mean I’ve been a fan of-”

“Yeah yeah… still if you can’t sing MY shit, this isn’t going to work, okay? I’m not selling these fucking shows out doing Bowie covers and neither will you!” The doe snarled and thrust a finger at him.

“I just need to get used to singing with you and I don’t-” Leo frowned and pushed a hand to his chin in thought. “Wait… will you sing Moonage Daydream with me?”

Flia clicked her tongue at that and tilted her head before snatching the new mic up. “Fine, we’ll warm up with some stuff we both know, but you better have your shit together after that.”

“Right, thank you!” Leo grinned and then huffed out as he focused.

They sang the song, then they sang another by him, then another. They did some Queen next, then even some old pop stuff he knew as well as some grunge alternative. They sang for over an hour together and the harmony was perfect between them.

Flia strutted around the stage with one mic, Leo holding the other, always letting her have the lead but always backing her up, his stronger pitch coming out just when it needed to. Finally, she gave a loud snap of her fingers as she pointed to the keyboard guy, and the intro to one of her own songs came.

Leo swallowed the lump and she met his eyes with a hard look as he gave her a resolute nod. The intro came on strong and he seamlessly flowed into the melody with her. Her own ears lifted for the first time and he could see she liked what she heard. She moved to his own mic while holding hers, standing before him.

They sang together and his soul felt ablaze with it, he wasn’t even backing her up anymore, it felt like they were singing a duet. Her full soft lips parted, showing her silky tongue as the beautiful tones flowed forth. His own display wasn’t nearly as sultry, holding the mic hard, eyes clenched closed to focus, his teeth showing as he poured every ounce of his soul into the words, a little voice telling him this was it, he made it happen now or his dreams died on this stage.

The outro faded and he blinked his eyes open, seeing her before him, an approving look on her face, then another loud snap of her finger as they went right into the next song. Sweat was rolling off his brow now from the hot lights, but as soon as she started he joined her.

The rehearsal went on for nearly two hours and when they were finished he was drenched in sweat, happily drinking down his third bottle of water. Flia was sweaty too but she seemed much more composed. He glanced over her figure, seeing the sheen of sweat on her cleavage and throat.

The doe acknowledged the glance but ignored it as she finished her bottle off before giving a sigh. “Okay, real talk, Leo. That’s the best jam session I’ve fucking had in years. That was actually… fun.”

His ears lifted and he gave her an excited grin. “Thank you, Flia… I really enjoyed singing with you. I loved how we sounded together…”

She offered him an earnest smile and quirked a brow. “Hey… I’ll make you a deal. You sing with me like that on these coming shows, you’re mine, you’ve got the job full-time.”

“Whoa… really?! But- I’m still in school, I’ve got-”

“Leo, plenty of idols have still been in school. Get your curriculum sorted out where you can do it on the road. Shit, I graduated while touring, just have your rat help you sort all that out!”

“You really think that’s what’s best, Flia?” He tilted his head, feeling his heart pounding.

She shook her head and wagged a finger. “No way, I’ll stop you right there. Let’s be clear here, Leo, you’re a fucking minor and I’m not risking my career over your ass. I’m not telling or even coaxing your ass to do any of this shit! You want to come along, the gigs yours, you don’t then you don’t. I’m not having that weight on my shoulders, I’ve got enough to deal with!”

He nodded slowly and looked away, growing silent. Flia sipped on her water again then spoke out once more, “But again, if you do, we’ll see about getting you trained up, you can cut your teeth and see how you feel, we’ll even think of a stage name for your lanky tall ass!”

Leo laughed and showed her a small smile. “Thank you… truly.”

“Yeah yeah, go home and rest up, be here five hours before the show for one more rehearsal, popstar.” Flia hopped up with a bounce of her chest and turned to trot back to her dressing room, her heels clicking on the stage.

—*—

“Leo, baby! This is amazing, look at this!” Maximilian squeaked as the two of them walked through the backstage area, roadies and stagehands scrambling to prepare for the Friday night show.

“Yeah, it’s amazing and…” He gripped Max’s arm as the rat stopped and they looked at each other as Leo finished, “It feels right.”

“It does! You and me vs the world, baby!” Max threw his fist out and Leo grinned before bumping it. “Yeah!” The rat showed him an approving grin. “We’ll fist bump like that at the beginning of every show when you make it!”

“Damn right we will, you’re gonna be with me every step of the way, yeah man?” The ram gave the rat a hopeful look as Max simply nodded.

“I will, I promised you long ago I’d get you there, Leo and once I do, I’ll keep supporting you, the world needs your voice.” Max leaned back and offered him a smile before whipping his own wiry tail about. “Now come on, we can’t keep Flia waiting.”

Rehearsal went off with flying colors, and the idol was quite happy with their synchronization. The rehearsal only lasted an hour because of all the other things that were going on though. The nerves settled in as Leo paced around with Max after the fact, the rat having to reassure the ram constantly it’d be okay.

He was getting reassured for the twelfth time when a stagehand came over. “Yo, the boss wants you in her room.”

Leo gave a knock before stepping in. “Uh, yes Flia?”

The doe wheeled around in the chair in her full idol outfit, a long flowing dress that only covered one leg, both of them crossed showing fully up to her curvy thighs, her skin a soft brown through the transparent tights. The heels she wore looked like they were made of crystal. Her dress formed into a deep v cut that unapologetically showed the heavy swells of her breasts as it came up into straps that did well to just keep her peaks hidden behind it. Leo questioned how she’d be able to dance around on stage without flashing the whole place.

Her cheeks had heavy blush on them, with pink eyeshadow and lipstick. Her hair was of course still jagged up front and long in the back, an alternating shock of pink and blonde that cascaded over her sleeveless shoulders.

The deer let him take her view in before slinging a jacket at him. “Put that on with the pants you’re wearing.” She spat out pointedly. He was wearing shiny black pants already that the other two guys on stage were wearing as he looked over the blue and black jacket, two-toned with one on each side.

“Uh… sure thing, Flia, but the other guys are shirtless?” Leo frowned as he tilted his head.

Flia rolled her blue eyes which looked even brighter through her stage makeup. “Look, popstar, you’re cute, but I’m not having a seventeen-year-old strutting around on my stage topless. I’m shameless but I have some standards, so you wear the jacket. Also, you’re my main backup for this, I want you to stand out and get some extra attention on you.” She gave him a wink with a pink eyelid.

“T-Thank you!” He stammered out and started to take his shirt off right there to put it on.

“Gods! Get out first, I don’t need people seeing you fucking changing clothes while you’re alone with me, fuck off!” She hissed out and threw an empty bottle of water at him.

“S-Sorry I was just excited!” He gave the doe another smile and quickly retreated out the door.

Flia snorted and leaned back in her chair, a brief memory of her own time like that as she smiled. Of course, it brought along all the hardships she also dealt with getting here, a snarl showing as she stood from the chair, several more inches of height added to her from the heels.

She pushed out of the dressing room door after her own mental preparations were had, seeing Leo standing there blinking at her in awe. The doe showed him a haughty grin and nodded to the stage. “Get to your spot, popstar, don’t let me down now!”

Lasers and synth filled the air, as the curtains rose to the packed concert hall. Flia stood there on stage with a headset on looking like a goddess before her worshipers. Leo had never seen a more beautiful sight in his whole life, the doe’s outfit seeming to reflect the lasers as the whole place rumbled with cheers from the onlookers.

He was here, he was on the stage, and this was the thing he wanted, he may have not been the one standing before the roaring fans, but he was closer than he’d ever been. Flia was talking to the crowd, talking about how much she loved them, and how happy she was to see all of them. The crowd just fed off it, seeming to surge with even more energy.

The loud clacking of sticks filled the air, the drummer queuing everyone before the first song started. Leo tried to tune everything out and he did that by just shutting his eyes and focusing. He sang as if his very life depended on it, keeping that pitch and harmony spot on as he’d done at the rehearsals.

He unsqueezed his eyes and blinked them open after several moments of singing, seeing Flia prancing around the stage on her heels, singing and blowing kisses to the audience. The dress she wore flowed, and whenever she spun it gave a purposeful shot of her panties through the tights she had on.

Flia spun to look directly into his eyes, giving him a wink and finger-gun before she turned back to the audience. The ram felt his heart leap at the display, almost dropping the note he was carrying but managed to maintain it. She was right, he had to keep his composure, some of his future fans would do much more dramatic things than finger guns with a wink.

The song faded and even through the roars of the crowd he could just make out Maximillion on the sidelines of the stage, fist-pumping and screaming out toward him. “Yeah, baby! That’s the stuff, you got this, Leo! I’m so fucking proud of you!”

His eyes widened, he’d never heard his teacher swear in excitement like that before. The ram felt his heart soar as he narrowed his focus, a cocky little grin spreading on his lips as the next song started. Leo didn’t need anything right now but to know Max was there, to know he was doing his best friend and mentor proud. He sang with everything he had and even Flia lifted an ear, cocking a brow as she held a note, giving him an approving nod as it faded.

And so his first show went, he never dropped a note and even managed to keep the movements with the other two backup singers. Granted, their choreography wasn’t the point of the show and was very basic, no point in taking eyes off the star.

“Fuck me, what was that!” Flia pushed him with both her hands, shoving him back several paces, a wide smirk on her face.

Leo fumbled back a few paces blushing. “Sorry, did I do something wrong?”

“Wrong? Leo that was… you even overpowered my own vocals a bit there, but fuck if I’m not impressed more than I’m angry… that was…” She folded her arms, panting slightly, she was absolutely drenched in sweat and looked exhausted. “Just damn… you stick with me, Ram. I’ll see the world knows about you, we’re gonna even duet a song once I’ve broken you in,” The idol huffed the words matter of fact and strutted right on by, her scent lingering in his nose, making his stomach twist.

“Gods… I… I think I’m gonna throw up, Max!” Leo grunted and held a hand to his mouth.

“Bathroom is right here, baby!” Max laughed and shoved the ram right into the restroom, an amused if not apologetic smile on his face as he trotted out of earshot.

Leo stumbled out of the bathroom with a groan a few minutes later, rubbing his head. “Fuck… I need some-” He perked his ears as Max presented him with a bottle of water and some breath mints.

Leo popped a few and swigged some water before offering the rat a sheepish smile. “Thanks…”

“Nerves and adrenaline, I don’t hold it against you, Leo. You did amazing up there, I knew you would. I always believed in you!” Max showed him a grin and flicked his tail about.

“Max… hearing you cheer me on, that just… something changed at that point. I was singing for you man… singing for the guy that got me here, you know? The guy I look up to and respect most.”

“Leo… baby… c’mere!” The rat moved to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m proud of you, Leonard… you’re gonna go far, and I’ll be there for you every step of the way, I promise you!”

He shook his head unable to hold back the tears that streaked what makeup didn’t get wicked away from the sweat, just hugging the rat that got him here, the same one that would bear the most brutal of his vicious words when he made it.

—*—

The next show went off fantastically and through some quick negotiating, Maximillian was able to convince Leo’s parents he’d be his guardian during the tour. It didn’t hurt Leonard had essentially told them if they pushed against this he’d disown them and never speak to them again. They had been strained ever since Randy’s death, so they relented in hopes of not losing their only other son. Leo never came back home once he left on the tour.

His first few weeks were awkwardly lonely other than talking to Maximillian, most of the band or other members not wanting to talk to the new guy. Maximilian agreed to double as a roadie and help set up with the rest of the crew since Flia didn’t need her staff pissing themselves about riding with an underaged, so him being a chaperone was kept on the down low.

Each show filled Leo with more confidence and some of the roadies even started opening up to him. He made a few buddies he’d hang out with, always just awkwardly passing on the smokes or drinks they offered. Flia only usually spoke with him during events, having her own tour bus and largely only interacting with the staff when she had to. Still, he did get a little more attention than the others did, and they were doing shows nearly every day, so he saw her plenty.

The tour was going to last six more months when he left his home, and by the second month, he was strutting around on stage as comfortably as could be. Flia even let him sing next to her, putting on a show with her. He noticed more and more girls were giving him their focus during shows, making his heart pound to think he might already have fans.

Some would-be groupies even tried a few times, but Max always would chase them off, snarling and hissing about being his manager. The months rolled by, Flia still promising that duet with her, but never seemed to find the time or drive to make it happen. Finally, she relented one day during a long stint of travel to the next destination where she knew they’d have at least three to five days to practice if they were going to do something.

Leo found himself climbing onto the idol’s tour bus alone, a lump in his throat at the idea of being alone with her in such an intimate space of hers. Of course, the first thing to hit his senses was her smell, the scent of an area lived in by her. A soft sweet odor, a little heady but also mingling with the smell of alcohol.

“Hey, popstar,” She called out casually as she sauntered up to him with a glass of wine in her hand. She was dressed in baggy shorts that came down to her knees, a t-shirt that was too big for her, one of her shoulders hanging out of the neck of it, showing nothing but smooth flesh.

“H-hey, Flia. You look so relaxed, it’s nice.” Leo gave a smile as his tail flicked behind him.

“Well, that’s awfully sweet of you, Leo… I’m glad you find me nice to look upon, even when the glitz and makeup are gone.” She hummed the words and moved further into the bus, taking a seat on a sofa that was bolted to the floor and wall. “Come take a seat, Blue.”

Electric Blue, that’s what she said should be his stage name. Said he should wear blue, paint his face like Bowie, and even put some dye in his hair. He’d been growing it out and it was nearly shoulder-length now, a curly wooly mass when he didn’t have it pinned back.

He took a seat next to her, a small nervous smile on his face, then his ears lifted as he felt the bus lurch into motion, swallowing hard. Flia showed him an amused grin and sipped her wine. “Bus can’t stay put because we’re brainstorming a duet, popstar…”

The doe finished the wine, setting the glass down on the small bolted-down table near the sofa. There was a bump as the glass fell over and rolled right off the table to the floor, the idol sighing. “That’s why I only have plastic wine glasses… gods damn it…”

Leo couldn’t help but laugh at that, finding it amusing to see her so casual and laid back with him. Flia gave him a grin and scooted a little closer. “So, how’s touring been so far? Have you changed your mind yet?”

His green eyes widened as she drew closer, biting his lower lip as he could smell her scent tickling his nose, the doe giving him a lazy smile. He had to pull his brain back into motion, getting lost in her blue eyes. “Ah… No way! When I’m up on stage, gods it’s so worth it, it just feels so… right!”

Flia gave him a smirk and nodded. “I think you’re a lost cause then, no hope left. Guess this is your doomed fate, Blue.” She leaned back from him, her chest pushing forward a little, those ample breasts bouncing in time to the bus's movement when it stopped and started from stop signs or red lights.

“Thank you for all the support, Flia. It means the world to me. I mean it.” Leo gave her a grin and tried to keep his eyes on hers, being polite and not staring at those jiggling breasts in her top.

“I’ve never heard a voice like yours, Blue. I’m a self-serving cunt, but even I can’t deny how much I think this needs to happen for you and your future fans.” She flicked her hair off her shoulder while he glanced around the bus. It was fairly simple, a minifridge, a TV bolted to the wall, with curtains drawn in the back, presumably leading to a bed, fairy lights draped around the walls.

“Flia, I love watching you on stage, it feels the same with you. I see you walk the stage and sing for everyone, I see the love your fans have and it just all looks right.” The ram showed her another smile, then huffed out as she drew right up next to him, her thigh pushing to his own.

“Leo, this life makes you into something terrible. But when you’re on stage, it makes it worth it. You do it for the fans, if you don’t do it for your fans, you’ll burn out fast or fade to obscurity.”

“I- I don’t think you’re terrible, Flia!” He gave her a strong gaze as she just rolled her eyes.

“You need to have your eyes and head examined then, even I know I’m awful, but it’s what I have to do to maintain the civility of my tour group.” She gave him a knowing smirk. “You will be too one day, Leo, but just make sure not to take it out on the close or important ones. Don’t diva yourself out of a job as it were.“

The ram looked away, biting his lower lip looking introspective, then shivered as she drew closer, he blinked and looked back at the doe as she leaned in and pushed her soft lips right to his own. His eyes widened at the kiss, but he’d fantasized about her several times on this trip, her scent and smell too much to ignore. He didn’t resist and pushed back against her, eager to finally taste her.

Flia sighed against his mouth and pushed closer, her small tongue moving forward to find his own. His kiss was sloppy and unskilled, but endearing in how he tried to mimic her lead. After a few heartbeats, he seemed to get into it, kissing her more intently. She savored this young ram's taste before pulling from his lips at last.

“Happy birthday…” She whispered the words against his lips before showing him a grin.

He blinked several times, panting slightly as his cheeks burned. “H-How did you know-”

“I asked Max some time ago, silly.” She clicked her tongue as she looked away. “Mostly so I could know when to get you on the books and stop paying you out of pocket, don’t think I was being too eager and just counting the days. I just had an alarm set on my phone to remind me to change the books.”

Leo swallowed hard and pushed his fingers to his lips, still tasting her on them. “S-so… that was my birthday present?”

“No, that was me wanting to kiss you without feeling like a creep.” She leaned back and licked her soft lips, meeting his eyes before her own wandered over his strong chest. “Did you want a birthday present, Leo? Hoping I’d say something kinky like I was your birthday present?”

“N-No of course not!” He huffed out quickly.

The doe drooped her ears with a pout. “No? Not at all?”

He swallowed hard and blushed. “W-well… I mean maybe a little?” He laughed out nervously then huffed as Flia pushed closer to him once more.

“Oh? Have you ever thought about me, Leo? Thought about me in less than… pure ways?” The doe gave him a playful grin, shifting to let a little more of the shirt slip down her shoulder.

“W-wait, is this like a test? Because I still remember when you shoved those talons of yours in my face and told me not to ogle you!” He spoke out in a light panic, feeling the deer now climbing into his lap.

“Talons? I like my nails I’ll have you know!” Flia hissed the words then pushed both her hands to his shoulders, glaring up at him as she sat in his lap. “And yeah, I didn’t want someone ogling my tits up close and personal that could land me in prison or end my career, sue me!”

Leo grinned, seeing the fussy idol show herself again. “Ah… W-well yeah, then uhm… uh…” The ram composed himself and offered her as confident of a grin as he could muster. “So uh… about that birthday present?”

Flia lifted her ears and then gave him an approving grin. “Now that, is what I’m talking about. The confidence of an idol.” She moved in and gave him a quick kiss before leaning close to one of his drooped ears. “So… I’ve got nothing on under this shirt and shorts I’m wearing… you ready to undress… I mean, unwrap your birthday gift?”

His eyes widened as he nodded several times, biting his lower lip as he moved his hands right to that baggy shirt. The doe hummed and raised her arms preemptively for him as he peeled the shirt right away. Her round full breasts bounced into view for him, each peak sporting a small silver bar in them as the doe wiggled letting them sway and jiggle for him.

“Holy gods… they look awesome…” Leo stammered the words his hands already moving up to cup them from below, curiously rubbing and touching them. They were perky and firm, but still surprisingly soft, that light brown flesh giving way to the darker peaks of her nipples, with the simple silver bars lancing through them.

“Well, I’ve been accused of having awesome tits a few times, guess it makes up for my shit personality, huh?” She offered him a crooked grin, then sighed as his thumbs brushed over her pierced peaks, rubbing at them. “Hey… no judgment, but… how far have you made it with a girl, popstar? I need to know what I’m working with here.”

He blushed deeper before looking into her eyes as he stammered out, “Uh… closest I’ve been is this one girl I really liked kissed me, then let me rub on her tits for my birthday.”

Her ears lifted and she giggled out at the casual confession. “Gods, you are perfect for this life, that smooth deflection, mmm… and those confident hands, still touching even through the virgin nerves eh?” She sighed and pushed into him, pressing her lips to his own once more, her tongue slipping out for him.

Leo met her tongue with his own, shuddering as they kissed once more, his hands drifting down to her backside, grasping and tugging at those shorts she had on. Flia pulled from his lips and gave a giggle. “Leo, I gotta stand up if you want those off, I am straddling you after all!”

She offered him an amused grin, standing so he got a look at her, seeing she had a silver ring in her navel. The fantasies of a newly turned adult ram shifted into overdrive as he bit his lower lip and peeled those shorts down, thinking to himself, ‘c’mon please please please…’

Flia hummed out in a smug tone as they dropped around her ankles. She was put on full display for him, smooth and freshly shaved, pink petals against dark flesh, and yes, a small ring right there in her pearl. She showed an amused grin to see his eyes sparkle, no doubt screaming ‘Yes!’ in his head right now.

“Like what you see, Leo? I’m all yours, popstar…” She cooed out and settled back into his lap, pushing her hands over his own shirt, tugging and pulling as he lifted his own arms, letting her start to return the favor.

She had her pick of groupies, male or female. She’d seen boys that could put supermodels to shame beg for her time before she lifted her tail and trotted away, but this ram was different, he was like her. “Oh look at you…” She cooed out, dragging those long nails along the muscles and abs of his defined chest. “Never been with a ram… but fuck me if you’re not stacked just perfect for this life, Leo… you’re going to have so many girls drenching their panties for you…”

He groaned at her hands roaming his chest, huffing as she explored his body. “Gods… you really think so?”

“Oh I know so, if I had panties on they’d be soaked, popstar… but I’ll let you see how wet I am in a few… let’s get these off first.” She slid off his lap, grabbing right at those jeans he had on.

“I thought we were here to sing, Flia?” He spoke out in a smooth voice a hand already stroking her head and rubbing one of her ears. Flia gave him an approving grin at his words and just unzipped him right there, tugging jeans and boxers alike down as his hips lifted.

She gave an eager huff as his length sprang forth not quite fully hard, but she couldn’t blame him given it was his first time. “Hum… a bit nervous still, Leo?” Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him while taking his boots and even his socks off before tugging the rest of his clothes off, leaving both of them fully bared to one another.

“I mean… can you blame me? You’re so damn beautiful and I really like you, Flia!” He spoke out with a small smile as she blinked up at him.

“Hmm… you’re quite a beautiful ram yourself and… you like me, Leo?” She hummed as her hand moved up to grasp his length, starting to pump it while sitting before him on her knees.

Leo panted out and groaned, her hand very warm and so soft, he’d never had someone touch him like this and she obviously knew what she was doing. “I really do… you’re rough around… the edges… b-but… you’re always watching out for me and nice to me when we’re alone…”

Flia gave him a grin and just shook her head, feeling him quickly rise to the occasion before she sat up and just like that, pushed the head of his length into her mouth. Leo groaned out, sounding as panicked as he did excited over what was happening.

The idol looked up at him with her blue eyes, moving her head up and down while she worked him, feeling precum bubble up from his tip before she pulled back, circling her tongue along his head as drool rolled down it. “You’re not gonna blow it all in my mouth before we get to the fun stuff are you, popstar?”

“Huff… of course not, I.. ngh…” He clenched his teeth as she went back down again, bobbing her head slowly up and down, her mouth feeling blazing hot as she worked him more. “I… edge all the time… I- I’ll be fine!”

Her ears perked at that and she popped his length from her mouth. “Oh? Edged while thinking of me, popstar?” She hummed the words as she stood before him once more, licking her lips.

“Maybe I did.” Leo offered her as challenging of a grin as he could before standing and gripping her hips. “So can we go to your bed?”

“Maybe…” She grinned and linked her arm to his, moving a few feet to the curtain and throwing it back. The bed was just a large mattress shoved into the back of the bus with lots of smaller pillows piled up all over it along with a few plush animal toys.

“Wanna learn how to use that mouth for more than singing, Leo?” She hummed out as she casually climbed onto her bed, spreading her legs, giving him a good view of those petals that were clearly wet for the ram. “Or do you need to get straight to it?”

“Flia… uh… Yes! I would love to please you too! I don’t want it to be just about me!” He quickly climbed down and moved between her legs, eager to please this doe he’d fallen for.

“Oh, you are a treasure…” She cooed out and rubbed his curly hair, fingering one of his horns. “Very simple, use your tongue right there at that ring, that spot is the money maker for a girl when you’re down there, popstar.”

He said nothing but moved right in, pushing his tongue against her pierced pearl. Flia shuddered and gripped a fistful of his curls, groaning as she nodded, then petted his head gently. “Gods… yeah… been too long… ngh… Leo… be a thoughtful Ram like this all the time…” She panted the words out as he kept lapping, then curiously started to suckle at her, the doe clenching her teeth in a hiss.

“Yes… that’s it… ngh… treat any girls you bring to bed like this, don’t just be so eager to fuck… Boys that just want to whip it out and stick it in are boring… ha ha… keep going, Leo… P-please… almost there…”

He wasn’t sure what ‘almost there’ consisted of for a girl, but he kept working her, lapping and circling his tongue, hearing her breath grow more frantic, then the doe cried out in the most beautiful and melodic moan he’d ever heard, his ears perking up as he gasped, watching her petals clench beneath the ring, her honey dripping forth. Leo hesitated with his tongue but then moved down and started lapping at what she’d spilled forth, huffing happily as he picked up his pace.

“Oooh… taste good? Huff huff… you did amazing, especially for the first time. If you’re done with your snack, I’m happy to give you the main course now, Leo.” She groaned the words while he kept lapping, getting her nearly to another release before he finally rose up and sighed happily.

She saw the nerves returning to his eyes and she shook her head. “Don’t think, popstar… I’m protected and my last exam came back clean.” Flia shivered and moved her hand down to her petals, spreading herself as she panted out. “I’m not some easy slut either, you’re the first in like a year. Just put it here, nature will take care of the rest.”

Leo lolled his tongue at the view of this idol spread for him, her pink clenching walls on full display, honey dripping out of her still. It took him a few awkward approaches to get between her legs properly before he got that tip of his cock lined up with her.

“Ngh… that’s it, here, I’ll help you out, Leo…” she wrapped her legs around him and guided just the tip in, letting it settle, then she met the eyes of the man she was about to claim. “Now don’t think, just push.”

He thrust forward and she felt his length glide not so smoothly in, but it slid past her soaked walls all the same until he bumped snugly to her core. Flia lolled her tongue, resting her hands on his shoulders, panting and whimpering at just how deep he was. “Fuck… I underestimated that… gods damn… you’re really big and it’s been so fucking long!”

“Ah! A-Are you alri- ngh?” He winced as her walls crushed and squeezed him, the sensation odd and new, feeling her massaging every inch that was buried in her, her own honey dripping off him.

“I- I’m fine… just give me a sec, okay, popstar?” She panted up into his face, her full heavy breasts swaying as she moved a hand to cup his face. “Ngh… okay, start grinding and shifting, you’ll get the hang of it, I’ll work against you and help…”

Leo nodded and bit his lower lip. “Uh… C-can you just call me, Leo when we’re doing this, Flia? Popstar sounds so impersonal…”

She gave him a grin as she felt him start to move, giving him a nod as her own hips began to match his pace, grinding his tip nice and deep against her core while he pumped down into her smaller body. “Y-you really are a romantic, a-aren’t you? Ha… you really are a treasure… okay, Leo… ngh… yes, like that… you’re already getting the hang of-” She dug her nails into his shoulder and he gasped as she gave in again for him.

“Gods… are you gonna crush me like that every time you get off? I didn’t even know girls could cum more than once!” He panted out and returned to it, pumping slowly into her while her breasts swayed, the deer panting in pleasure from the attention.

“Ha… some assholes don’t even think we can cum once, let me tell you! Ngh… gods, Leo… you’re such a sweetheart… fuck… T-to answer the other question… I’m gonna get off as many times as you let me until you can’t stand it anymore!” Flia gave him a playful grin, grinding and pushing back, feeling him impact her deeply with each stroke.

“O-okay… sorry if it happens too fast, you feel really amazing, Flia… ngh…” He panted the words, his body having sorted out the proper pace, his thrusts now much more fluid and less clumsy.

“Gods… you’re doing great, don’t even worry, pop- Leo… huff huff… it’s your first time, no judgment, and… you’ve already done so well, better than most guys I’ve had!” Flia moaned out, then shuddered as she dug her nails into his chest again as he drove her to another. “Gods… get down here and kiss me, Leo!” She snarled as she glared up at him.

He dropped to his elbows and wrapped his arms around her neck, both of them pushing into a deep eager kiss, their bodies grinding and pushing, his length throbbing as she took each deep stroke.

“I- I ca-” She pushed her mouth to his to swallow up the panic, shaking her head with a snarl as she tangled her fingers into his curls. He felt her legs tightly wrap around him, driving him as deep as she could, his body responding with its own deep push.

He crashed into her with a final stroke and she swallowed up his bleating moans as he erupted deep inside her. She felt him send thick fiery hot ropes in her again and again as she finally broke the kiss.

His eyes were wide, looking love-struck for her as they stared upon one another, the doe jerking with each thick gush, her own eyes wide and lost for this ram whose virginity she’d just taken. Leo gave a loud groan and whimpered as her walls clenched, milking the last of his heat into her, feeling the overwhelming euphoria and fatigue that rushed into his body.

Flia sighed in relief as he collapsed into her arms, his elbows shaking slightly as he panted. She licked her lips and hummed proudly as she tangled her fingers through his curly hair. “Gods above I needed that… oh you’re a treasure my lovely popstar… ha…half a mind to keep you as my own.” She kissed his forehead several times as he sighed and hugged her closer.

He stayed in her bed that night, feeling intensely loved and happy for the first time. Some guys would be proud of having that card punched by an idol of all things, a girl most guys would murder to be with, but he was just happy it was her, not the idol, just Flia. Leo drifted to sleep, butterflies in his stomach at the excitement of what was to come with the beautiful doe he’d fallen for, the girl that would be his first real heartbreak.

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