The Rave
Hello again! I'm sorry for the lack of a story being made over the past...since Spring break, but at least I'm out of the rut of not writing. This requested story by Ricky Cruga (SF name Cyrricky) was started during Spring break, so you can imagine how slack I've been, and I'm sorry.
This story was at first meant to be one in which Ricky played a side role, like in the Hypnosis 101 story, but after trying to think of a background setting and everything else I said screw it and wrote one that featured his character as the protagonist. This story includes gay sex, straight sex, 69, anal, oral, vaginal, double penetration, cat/dog hybrids, a rat, a bear, a dragon(rawr), threesomes, and lots of musk and cum. If you don't normally read things containing that, I would strongly urge you to go ahead and open your mind a bit and stop being all shy and introverted with your "regular sex".
Enjoy!!
The Rave
The beat was loud and constant. Ricky could imagine glasses and cups on cupboards rattling with each thrum of the base, and could almost hear the whine of papers as the treble burst out, sounding like a mutated harpischord on steroids.
At least, that's what would be happening if he wasn't wearing headphones. The volume was turned up to full blast, delivering the incredibly loud song straight into Ricky's ears. It was even louder than usual considering that he was using his specially ordered head phones, the black cups large to hold the speakers and glowing a radioactive green in the dark. They were made to be extraordinarily loud, and with the volume turned up they could easily be heard in another room.
It was a wonder he wasn't deaf.
It did pay off, though. It wasn't long before his sensitive canine ears caught a lapse in the sound- two audio clips hadn't been merged correctly, leaving a tiny gap of silence in the music. Normally this would go un-heard and unnoticed with the bass still filling in the background, but with the volume turned up so high it was hard to miss.
Instantly Ricky paused the music and set about fixing the problem, enlongating one audio clip, merging them better, adding a better transition, using trial and error to perfectly synchronize the beat. Soon the thought that there would ever be an error there could be deemed silly, and the wolf continued the track. The rest of the song was without error, the music rising in melody and speed to an amazing crescendo, then winding down, ending with a blast to keep the song in the audience's minds for a long time afterwards. A job well done.
Ricky saved the finalized track, closed the program, and turned off his computer. He had stayed up all night making that song perfect, and with the rising sun of morning he leaned back in his chair and sighed, crossing his arms behind his head and dozing off. Soon he had quietly slipped into sleep.
A strange purring woke him up. He could hear the buzzing sound coming from his desk, and looked down to try and find the source. The table was messy at best. Paper, pencils, plastic spoons, markers, cups, soda bottles, everything junky was on that table. When he finally found his flickering phone, hidden underneath a random pile of plastic spoons, he gave a sigh of relief that the annoying sound was gone and flipped it open.
He had set an alarm for himself. It was now 9:00 in the morning, and he had dozed for three and a half hours. His eyebrows shot up- it had felt like he had only closed his eyes for fifteen minutes!
With his alarm silenced the whole room was encased in tranquility, giving Ricky a moment to rest again, until the sound of another clock going off came from somewhere around his apartment. Everyone was getting up.
Slowly Ricky stood up and went to the 'kitchen' area of the building, an open area that was known as a kitchen only because of the fridge, microwave, and small oven there. Grabbing pots and pans he drowsily began making eggs and toast- microwaving the toast in lieu of a toaster. Gradually his friends arose from their places either on the floor or from other rooms, yawning with growling stomachs from the entire night without food.
There were four of them in all that came down, Ricky's room mate probably having woken up earlier and left for work. The first to come down was B, a small wiry lynx with stained blue hair that was often the first to wake up, if he ever even went to sleep. He yawned, a grunt mixed in somewhere as special greeting to Ricky while he walked by and began messing with random junk to pass the time.
The second to come was Flayre, another cat. No one was sure exactly what species he was- he was too colorful to be any regular kind of animal. His fur looked more like a tropical bird's pattern than the spots of a cheetah or jaguar. He and Ricky nodded at each other and then turned away. Soon B and Flayre began talking and making jokes, giggling and laughing at random nonsense.
"Heh, we're all giddy..." Ricky thought to himself, feeling the familiar drowsyness cover his mind, a blanket of surrealness that made everything funny. He listened to the others laugh and giggled at their jokes, continuing to cook breakfast for the crew.
The last two came down together. Jay and Trent were a couple, dating for a few months now. Jay was a black female pinscher, always looking like she had a scowl on her face, but once you got to know her she was very sweet. Trent was a pure wolf with a thicker coat and light gray colors. They both walked in, holding hands and trying to hold back their yawns in competition. Trent lost quickly and continued walking towards the others while Jay snuck up behind Ricky.
Paying attention to his cooking, Ricky didn't notice Jay behind him until he felt a dab of cold on his back, moving around in what seemed like circles with spikes in them.
"Good morning, mutant." She said behind him in a soft voice, laying her head on his shoulder. Ricky was startled, but was too tired to do anything but look over his shoulder at her and nod in greeting.
Mutant had always been her pet name for him. The purple biohazard symbol on his back was the only thing that had any color, Ricky's fur being mainly black all the way around his body. Even his stomach fur color was a dark shade of gray, almost the same color as the rest of him if you weren't looking closely. He was a hybrid between cat and dog, his ears perky and tail long and slender, also giving credence to nickname.
They smiled at each other for a moment, Ricky turning back to the eggs as she continued to trace her finger in between his shoulder blades, the green lines seeming both part of the wolf's fur and skin at the same time. When she finished running her finger over his back she turned and made her way next to Trent in the 'living room' part of the apartment, joining up with the rest of the group and soon laughing and giggling along with them.
Finally the eggs and toast were done. He called the rest of the group into the kitchen and served them with breakfast, everyone grabbing eggs, toast, and a small cup of whatever energy drinks or liquid were left from last night's party to wash everything down with. From there they all found places to sit. The apartment was as dirty as Ricky's desk, random junk all over the floor and furniture. They all scooted things aside to create a comfortable place to rest and ate their food, talking about random subjects, making jokes and laughing excessively from lack of sleep.
"Uuugghhh," Trent said when he finished his food, rubbing at his head and eyes. "Do we have to go to that rave tonight at Fever? I'm worn out, man."
"We have to." B replied, sounding just as reluctant. "They're playing Rick's new song there."
"Rick," Trent said while calmly staring Ricky in the eye. "Could you please g-go to hel-" He couldn't finish the sentence as he burst out laughing, a smile cracking on his face as the sentence went on and continuing to laugh even after Jay gasped and smacked him on the shoulder. Everyone began snickering. B was having trouble finishing his last bite and Ricky had layed back and sighed, a few snickers still crossing his muzzle as he waited to see what they would decide to do next.
Eventually they all wound down, catching their breath and finishing their meals.
"Hey Rick, you finished your track though?" Trent asked, rubbing his arm where Ray had hit him hard multiple times.
"Yea, got it right here. I just finished it this morning" Ricky said, going over to his computer and taking out a disk, putting it in a solid black case with a bright green biohazard sign on it.
"I guess I should bring this to them soon, huh?" He asked, looking around expectantly.
"Yea, don't want them thinking you chickened out or something." B replied. "I guess I should get going too, I have homework for Monday."
"Yea." Trent chimed in. "I need to help my sister with some work."
"I'll help." Jay said, getting up with him and putting a hand on his back as they prepared to leave.
"I'll go home and sleep for tonight." Flayre said, shaking himself. The way he shook seemed like pruning, and when he finished his dusty coat looked vibrant, as if he had been covered in dirt.
They all got up and stretched, joints cracking and popping, saying their fare-wells and leaving for their respective tasks for the day. Ricky put the CD in his pocket and tied his shoes, going without a t-shirt as usual, and wearing his dark denim pants.
With nothing else to do for the day, he started the walk from his house to the club where the rave would be happening. It wasn't very far away, but it wasn't really close either. He didn't mind walking so far though, liking the sun on his back and the fresh air. All around him were people enjoying Saturday. Kids were playing games on front steps, around alleys. People were chatting with others on the sidewalk, moving around with visiting relatives, sight-seeing on tours. Life was going on all around the city, leaving him feeling happy and renewed.
Eventually he made his way to the club, a dark looking building even in the sunlight. It appeared more like a warehouse than a bar or dance hall or any other kind of building, and Ricky had never been there before, but this would be the place where his name would first be known.
It's dark demeanor didn't really bother him- most clubs looked like that in order to enhance the lights and sound, so he didn't feel the least bit strange walking in. The whole place was still preparing for the night, stages were being set in place, stock was being taken on drinks and other faculties, and bouncers were being told where to stand and who to let through.
It took Ricky a moment to find the door to the executive halls. Stepping through the frame, the entire building changed from a dark night club to an office workspace. It suprised Ricky how fast the whole mood had changed, but he continued on until he found the room he was looking for.
The door to the lineup room was open, and he could hear two people arguing inside.
"Oh c'mon! That other guy hasn't even shown up with his music man! Let my music on the show!" A squeeky voice rang out.
"If he doesn't show up in five minutes, no one's music will be on the show, now stop pestering me and go away!"
The other voice was clearly someone in the higher-ups, but Ricky didn't think about that too much in his rush to the door, bursting into the room as fast as he could and holding the disk up in the air with both hands.
"I got it!" He said, panting. His eyes darted around the room, taking in all of his surroundings. The room appeared to be just a holding cell for the DJ equipment, a big box sitting in the middle of an empty office. There were three people in the room, but Ricky's eyes automatically moved to the largest, a big darg smug in his peripheral vision that seemed to take up half the room.
A big brown bear in a suit turned towards him, his size making him look like a skyscraper. If that was the executive, Ricky could imagine the company doing hostile takeovers once a week just from him alone. The brown bear towered over him, seeming to be falling when he moved closer, and snatched the disk from Ricky's hand.
"Couldn't have been closer to losing your place." He growled at the wolf before stepping back and giving the CD to a technician.
"Aaawww!" Shouted the second person, a rat wearing a dark hoodie and black cargo pants. His hands dropped to his sides, but were quickly in the air again, waving around as his whining filled the entire room, a constant high pitched flurry of syllables and words that grated on everyone's ear.
The bear, known as Mr. Hale to everyone but his mother, was at his breaking point from this little rodent. The rat had been following him around for the past two hours, practically begging for a slot in the show, and Hale was pretty sure that even if there was an opening now that he wouldn't be giving this rat any time. To make things even worse, this was meant to be a quick visit to make sure everything was going to plan. Hale had other things to attend to, mainly involving someone special in bed, and this rat was keeping him here and giving him a migraine. The mixture of thinking of his wife in heat and the rat's wide mouth began to turn wheels in his head.
The rat's voice began to reach an even higher pitch than before, making the bear's sour mood worsen. Ricky could clearly look and watch as the businessman's blood pressure rose each second the rat's wining continued, until he finally saw the other snap.
"ALRIGHT! Shut up!" The bear shouted, his eyes seeming to widen despite his furry eyebrows squeezing together and down.
"We'll have a contest. That fun to you?" He asked, not even waiting for a response before moving towards the door, his trousers already filling with the thought of what he was going to do. "Both of you, follow me."
The bear practically picked up both musicians and carried them down the hallway to an empty room. They both stood there nervously while he turned and locked the door behind them.
"Alright," the bear growled to the rat, reaching over and pulling the hoodie straight off. "This will be a contest for whoever gets their song played tonight. Both of you, get naked."
They both stared at the bear, and then each other, but began to strip. The only door was locked, and the bear had a glare on the told them it was best not to be disobedient.
Ricky finished first, only wearing shoes and pants, and waited for the rat who finished a second later.
"Alright, now both of you will jack each other off." The bear told them calmly, feeling a bulge start to appear in his trousers. He hadn't seen another naked male ever since he had married his wife, who immediately put a stop to that from the get-go. This was going to be fun for him, and if the others didn't want to play his game, he wouldn't play their tracks. Both of them immediately began to protest, the rat whining again and Ricky immediately beginning to state his rights, until the bear reached inside his pocket and pulled out the rat's CD, holding it in his hands as if to break it.
Immediately Ricky felt hands massaging his sheath and balls, and looked down to see the rat working him over with a look of desperation on his face. "Dude, didn't you save your song anywhere else?" he thought to himself, looking at the rodent doing his best to stimulate him.
"The first one to blow loses, so unless you don't care about your music being played I would hurry up." The bear said the Ricky, not even looking at the other's face, just staring at the rat with his hands on Ricky's groin and grabbing an increasingly larger bulge in his pants.
Rick didn't know what to do. Was he really willing to go this far just to have his music played at one party? He found the answer when he looked at a poster on the wall. 'Fever Mega-Mash Tonight! Featured Guests: DJ Ghost-Lee, Fernatio Bensen, and Lopule Corp. Publishing Station!' were posted on it with big green letters, and Ricky's eyes widened when he saw that.
If there was a publishing corporation coming to the rave, he could hit the big times with his music! 'That's why the rat is so desperate to have his music played!' Ricky thought to himself, then moaned as the other's fingers began to have their effect.
Quickly he tackled the rat and began reaching for the rat's groin, eager now to win the game. He quickly thanked God for homosexuals when he saw that the rodent's groin was already swollen and erect, the other even moaning when he first touched the rat's throbbing member. They fell into a 69 position, Ricky on top straddling the rat's face and quickly jerking his member, the rat underneath and trying to massage the growing knot out of the Ricky's sheath.
At first it appeared that Ricky was winning- The rat was moaning loudly every few seconds, and Ricky was concentrating so much on the throbbing member in his hands that he could barely feel the other jacking him off. He felt he would win easily, until he felt warmth surround his member, and couldn't help but moan again as the rat began to suck him off.
The feeling was impossible to ignore as the rat slurped and sucked as hard as he could, doing his best to avoid touching the wolf's member with his buck teeth. The bear gave a laugh and a nod, his hand stroking his groin a little faster now.
"Looks like someone just upped the ante." The bear had a sick grin on his face.
At this Ricky grey angry. He had worked hard to have his music played at this show- even before he knew that a publisher would be there to listen to his song. Now this person was coming out of nowhere to take his spot, and the manager didn't even care! If the only way his music was going to be played was if he worked a little bit more, he would win this.
He took the rat's member in his mouth, and sucked all the way down to the base. His fingers reached around and inserted themselves into the rat's rectum, probing for the rodent's prostate, and when he found it he went ballistic, twirling his fingers like a hurricane. His other hand went to the rat's sack and began to knead and massage. He wasn't even holding himself up anymore, his mouth wrapped tightly around the mouse's crotch the only thing supporting his weight.
It didn't take ten seconds with the constant stimulation before the rat gasped and dropped Ricky's member from his mouth, writhing on the floor and moaning. Ricky felt the rat's ass squeeze down on his finger, but that didn't stop him at all, just giving him more of the rat's insides to massage. The rodent's ball sack squeezed up to his body, and Ricky helped it along eagerly, almost painfully shoving it inside the rat's person.
He was going to win this contest.
Finally he felt the rat's member twitch and shake in his mouth, spewing foul-tasting seed and announced by a loud moan. Not wanting it all over his fur, he let it collect in his mouth before standing up and showing it to the bear.
"Well done! Now everything goes as planned and an annoying rodent can't whine anymore." The bear turned to leave, and then took one quick look back. "I hope to see you at the party tonight!" he said with a disarming grin before unlocking and opening the door and leaving to continue his work rather quickly. Now things were beginning to work his way, and that was always good for Mr. Hale, and everyone around him.
Ricky looked down at the rat. The rodent was still coming down from his high. He spat the other's seed out of his mouth in a waste-bin and put his clothes back on, still watching the rat.
"Sorry man, but I got the queue first." He said. The rat didn't respond. "That big guy still has your record also..." No aknowledgement came from the rat, so he turned and left, the rodent still huffing loudly and sweating on the floor.
On his way out, he heard his song being played in the lineup studio, listening to a technician's voice ring out.
"Oh, I know exactly where to put this! Yea, right in between three and five, it needs something like this."
He smiled and continued walking. Tonight his song would be played for everyone.
The night time darkness accentuated the throbbing beat and bright lights around Fever. The rave had begun, and everyone was ready to dance the night away. Ricky and his group were there too, drinking and dancing to the music. They were all wearing their dancing clothes, Ricky still wearing the same outfit as before, but with his glow in the dark red tie added. The night went on, more and more people began dancing. Laser lights flashed through the air with fog and projections. Glowstickers moved among the crowd, dazzling others with the seemingly magical lines of light dancing around them.
Finally, Ricky's song came on- what Ricky and his friends had been waiting for. The wolf and his group of friends danced as hard as they could. The crowd swayed and jumped with the beat, the whole building seeming to shake with each pump of the bass. The dancing grew more frenzied with the climax of music, then everyone cheered as it ended, merging seemlessly into another beat. The reception had been wonderful- Ricky had never seen a crowd so worked up over a song!
He immediately knew that his song would be talked about for a while to come.
He and his friends, exhausted from the dancing, moved to the bar and began drinking in celebration, watching everyone else dance and have a good time. They watched as everyone swayed and jumped in the crowded dance floor, fists pumping in the air and hair flying in all directions.
Finally, at around midnight, Jay and Trent stood up to leave, having been whispering into each other's ears and laughing as they continued drinking.
"I would love to stay." Trent announced, "But I'm just too tired. My sister had Jay and I move everything in her whole house, without one break!"
"Yea, I'm falling asleep just standing here." Jay cut in. "Hey, Ricky, you're gonna be here all night, right?"
Ricky nodded- afterall, he wanted to see what would happen after the rave was over, and meet the publisher.
"Do you mind if we crash at your place tonight? It's a lot closer than Trent's or my house." He poked Jay as he gestured towards her, sending the female dog into a fit of giggles.
"Go ahead! The extra key is under the doorstep." He told them, leaning back in his seat and relaxing more.
They nodded and made their way through the crowd, quickly disappearing among the tangle of bodies and loud sound.
Slowly, all of his friends drifted away to homes to sleep and rest for tommorrow, until Ricky was alone at the party. He sighed in drowsyness and moved to get himself a drink at the bar, sitting down next to someone with a black hoodie on.
He ordered his drink and sat there, waiting for the night to end.
"Hey!" A tight squeek sounded out from beside him.
He looked around, and then saw that the same rat he had competed against was sitting next to him.
"Oh, hey." He replied, not knowing how to get rid of the akwardness of meeting someone he had not only blown, but had bested at a blowing competition.
The rat leaned forward a bit, his chair tilting a bit before he spoke. "I never did get your name."
"Oh, it's Ricky." He said, off put by the rat's interest. Tho rodent swayed slightly, as if drunk, and although he sounded interested in him, Ricky didn't want the guy to start something.
"I'm Zach. Was that your song, the one after 'Move Your Body'?"
"Yea." He said, now interested in the conversation. "Did you like it?"
"I loved it!" The rat shouted, turning towards him fully and waving his arms out in a wide gesture. The sudden movement caused the chair to tip and fall, but Zach simply stood up when he was close enough to the ground and stepped out of the way, coming closer to the hybrid. Ricky didn't know if the rat had meant to do that or if was a drunken accident, but he laughed just the same.
"Thanks! I hope the publisher really liked it."
"You should go up there now and find out!" The rat urged. "I bet they already have the papers lined up."
Ricky wasn't one to impose, but in the good spirits he had, and the good spirits he had consumed, gave him the right amount of courage to go and find out for himself.
"You know what? You're right! Come on, I wanna see if something is going to happen!" Ricky jumped up from the seat and began making his way to the executive hallways, Zach following close behind.
They reached the door after a long trudge through the dance floor, many bodies rubbing up against them, a few times Ricky having to push his way through.
"Hey, Zach, I hate to bum you out, but you didn't leave a good impression on that guy in there." Ricky said before he opened the door, glancing back at the rat to talk face to face.
"So?" Zach's face had an expression of puzzlement, cocking to the side and causing the drunken rodent to almost fall over.
"So maybe I should do this alone." Ricky hated the look of sheer dissapointment on the rat's face when he said that. "I mean, not to be mean or anything, but it might not help to have the guy think that it was just a way for me to make sure my tape was played." He almost simply turned around and continued through the door when Zach lunged out and pushed him through the door.
"Oh come on! I didn't argue for two hours just for one party for nothing!" Zach shouted out, pushing the other in with both hands and then following. "Get in there! I'll be right behind you."
With that they began walking through the halls, Ricky trying to walk as confidently and slowly as possible with a rat shoving him from behind, slowly going through the maze of halls and walks and getting lost in the building quickly.
Around one bend they all suddenly ran into what seemed to be a brick wall, rebounding and almost falling to the tiled floor on top of one another. At first Ricky was scared that they had run into a bouncer, but the fear was immediately vanquished when he saw that it was the executive from before, smiling down at them with a face that could light up a room.
"Just the man I wanted to meet!" The large bear boomed out as he reached down and easily lifted Ricky up, setting him upright and clamping a paw on his shoulder. "I have some important people that want to meet you-or rather, one very important person." His voice rang out in a deep rumble that made Ricky's insides vibrate.
Before either of them could move, the bear had grabbed them both by the shoulders and was leading them through the hallways. After a moment of walking with the bear constantly talking about Ricky's song, they were both dropped off in an empty room. The bear followed them in and locked the door behind them just like the last time, turning around with his hands behind his back to face them.
Time began to drag on as they all waited, the music coming through the walls changing in melody and sound to mark the minutes that passed. Ricky and Zach were becoming more anxious by the second, until the rat could hold himself back anymore.
"Hey, I thought we were meeting someone special!" Zach burst out, crossing his arms and looking like a five year old standing up to his parents.
The bear gave the rat a glancing look before completely ignoring the other and turning to Ricky. "I know how hard you fought to make your music a hit on our party, and I wanted to be the first to let you know that the Lopule Publishing company is very interested in your music."
Zach uncrossed his arms and looked right at Ricky, as if expecting the other to say something. Ricky himself was flabbergasted, not knowing how to react.
"Well then...uh...let's meet them!" He shouted out, feeling hit heart rate increasing. An actual publishing station wanted his music to spread around the world! He would be rich!
Zach turned and looked back at the bear, his arms again waving dizzily around. "What are we waiting for? What do we have to do?"
The bear's serious face came on when he looked at the rat, and he waited a moment before clearing his throat and motioning downward with his snout, drawing the others to look at his pants.
An obscene bulge was poking out near his zipper, pushing four inches from within it's constraints.
"I think that we might be able to work out a deal to have me give a good word in for you." The bear said, a sly grin returning to his muzzle.
Ricky didn't know what to do. He had already gone so far as to suck someone off today just for his music, but this was starting to become too much to ask. 'Then again...' He thought to himself, 'It is the Lopule publishing firm...'. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the bear's crotch. When he looked close enough, he could see it twitch with each slow beat of the other's heart. It was clear from staring at it that the bear was very large.
He stood still and thought to himself, waiting as time passed for something to happen. Zach was standing in front of him and also looking at the bear, still probably frozen in disbelief. Ricky weighed the options in his head, trying to imagine which was more important, but the bear's bulge constantly got into his mind and disrupted his thoughts, and he would find himself looking again at the bear's midsection and would have to shake to stop staring.
Hale was trying to let the others decide what they wanted to do, but time was passing. They were going to miss their chance if they took more time, and he knew that it wasn't wise to keep the higher ups in the company waiting. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and he dicided to take matters into his own hands again.
His paws slowly slid down to his trousers and gripped the fly, pulling the zipper down to release his bulging underwear. Almost immediately his musk began to fill the room, spreading out and being inhaled by everyone with every breath they took. The effect on the other two were immediately noticable- the rat had a sensitive nose to begin with, and the other was a hybrid of cat and dog, two species known for their sense of smell. He watched with happiness and a tinge of pride when he saw their pants filling out as they began to smell his scent, knowing that it wouldn't take long.
Ricky realized why the bear had unzipped when he smelled the heavy musk that wafted from the other's midsection. He knew the tactic that the executive was using, and even worse, knew that it was working! His member was beginning to fill up like a hose with water, and his mind continuously screamed at him to take the bear up on his offer. His penis was beginning to push out the front of his pants, and with every breath he took he felt his resistance collapsing. Finally he caved in, dropping to his knees and beginning to strip off his shirt.
Zach turned and looked back, a suprised expression on his face, and then slowly began to strip as well when the bear gave him a curt nod of approval.
The bear smiled and reached down with his right hand, grabbing his fabric-encased member hand pushing it out to make the bulge even more obvious. The front of his boxers were wet with pre, and Ricky could see the moisture travelling down back into the bear's pants with how much was coming from the executive's fallus. The smell strengthened considerably, making the hybrid and rat almost fall over and begin jerking off with lust.
Then suddenly, with a loud bang, the door behind the bear slammed open, revealing a rather small and thin red dragon in a suit. The padded fabric did nothing to hide the fact that he was thinner than most, almost making Ricky wonder how he had mustered the strength to push a door open that hard.
The dragon took two steps in before the smell hit him, almost pushing him back. His eyes widened in suprise, and he quickly turned around and slammed the door closed, relocking it and then tossing a key to the bear. "When you said you would give a sign, I thought you meant a knock on the door or something, not to stink up the whole building." He said, waving a red scaled hand around his face. The scent seemed to still take effect, it was so thick that his motions were more wafting the musk around rather than keeping it away from his face. His pants began to bulge the same as the bear's.
Ricky would have been embarrassed, but he was too horny to care at this point. He was naked with someone he had blown off, and all he wanted to do now was have at one of the three other males in the room, the musk was all around him and inside. His pants had been taken off and now laid on the ground a few feet from him, and he had returned to his kneeling posture, his hands wrapped around his member.
The red dragon looked down at them with a toothy grin. He opened his mouth to say something, but almost as if the bear had practiced the executive interrupted him.
"I'm sure you're both wondering who this is; allow me to introduce you to Mr. Thomas Lopule, CEO of the Lopule Publishing corporation." The dragon walked up in front of the bear while the other spoke and began unbuttoning his suit, looking down at Ricky while the other finished speaking.
"If you don't mind, I think that a deal can be constructed in accordance with the one you just made with Mr. Hale, here." The grin on his face stretched across his muzzle, almost looking as if his jaw would fall off without anything connecting it to the rest of his head. His hands worked slowly but diligently on his clothes, and soon they were in a pile on a table, all neatly folded and organized.
His head twitched towards the bear, intently staring at his backside. "Well, Mr. Hale, you think you can handle yourself long enough to stop looking at my ass and get your clothes off, or would you rather just dry hump me until you're done?" His voice was soft, almost feminine, but there was a masculine quality about it that Ricky couldn't get a beat on.
Hale jumped out of his trance and looked around, not even having noticed that he had been watching the dragon's ass and only now noticing he was the only person in the room wearing clothes. His cheeks reddened beneath his fur and he quickly shook off his suit, stopping when he got to his boxers and slowly peeling them off. He watched as Ricky and Zach began masturbating harder his show, their hands working furiously up and down their own members.
"I think we out to stop that before our entertainment is used up." He said, walking up to the dragon and gesturing to the two creatures in front of them writhing on the floor with their hands in their groins.
"So what do you think? I get the cat-dog, you get the rat?" The dragon said without looking over to his partner, nearly being knocked onto the ground when the bear's paw was laid on his shoulder.
"Hey!" The bear said in a mocking tone, turning his head to stare at the dragon with a smirk on his face. "I'm the one who got them for us to have fun with."
"Only because your dick smells like hell, my friend." Was the dragon's reply as he moved towards Ricky, grabbing his arms and with suprising strength prying them from his throbbing member. "Besides...from the way you described that rat, I would think you would want to show him exactly how you feel about his whining."
The bear gave no response but a grunt, moving towards Zach and lifting him up be the scruff of the neck. "That is true.....Want to work together on this? You don't look like you can handle that guy all by yourself." He was trying not to laugh at the scrawny dragon struggled to get Ricky into a position.
"An excellent idea!" The dragon shouted with a grunt as he struggled to lift Ricky off the ground in the same manner as Zach. His strength seemed to have failed since he had taken hold of Ricky's arms, and he only managed to tip a limp and submissive Ricky over onto his side, the hybrid whimpering in anxiousness. "Here, roll yours right here."
Hale easily picked up the smaller rat and dragged him over on his side in front of Ricky, placing them in a 69. He leaned over and began speaking into the rat's ear, taunting and insulting the other. "Are you ready to return the favor to him?" was the last thing he said into the rat's ear before he moved to stand next to the dragon, behind Zach's back.
Lopule leaned over and grabbed the rat's head, shoving it forward and forcing the rat to take in Ricky's member. Zach didn't seem to mind at all, taking in the long shaft and swallowing it down his throat, feeling it twitch every moment or two and spurt a drop of pre into his mouth and throat. The feeling of being sucked on was enough incentive for Ricky to begin sucking Zach, taking the tip of the other's cock into his mouth and hearing the rat moan around his member, the vibrations massaging it and sending spikes of pleasure up and down his spine.
Lopule backed up and stood, watching the others work on each other for a moment and massaging the slit around his tapered member, feeling the rubbery skin of his penis harden from underneath and straighten, sticking out forward from his midsection. Mr. Hale enjoyed the show as well, his member dripping pre down to the ground while he stroked it. With a few glances at the dragon, his paw moved and began to stroke the red piece of meat hanging out from the lizard's legs. Lopule moaned at the new touch and stopped stimulating his slit, moving his hand down to massage the bear's meat as well. They moaned together, giving each other pleasure while watching the people in front of them doing the same, until Hale decided to get something more.
Silently the bear moved behind Zach, the rat too busy slurping on Ricky's cock to notice. Lifting the other's tail finally gave Zach the notification that someone was behind him, to which he thrust his behind out for easy access, forcing Ricky to readjust to keep sucking. Hale gave a few slaps onto the rat's rump, causing some muffled squeeks and whimpers from Zach, before he placed his fat member to the rat's hole, barely giving any time to prepare before he began slowly pushing into the other.
Ricky could feel the rat's response to having the bear come inside him, the other's body shivering and his member shrivelling a little bit. He began sucking harder to make it grow back to it's old size, feeling the pre that had coated the entire inside of his muzzle surround Zach's cock. It had become part of his mouth now, had seeped into his salivary glands, and he knew that he would be tasting the rat's cum long after they had finished sucking each other off.
Before long the bear had hilted inside the rat, his large hips almost engulfing Zach's smaller frame. He didn't give any time before he began to hump, thrusting slowly in and out and moaning loudly. Zach wrapped his arms around Ricky and squeezed, hugging the other close while he recieved so much pleasure. After a while the bear's thrusts sped up, and he began to hump in longer and harder strokes, making the rat jerk and twitch while he spread the rodent's hole open.
Ricky nursed Zach's member back to full mast in his mouth, enjoying while it spurted drops of pre every time the bear thrust into the rat. Hale gradually became more and more harsh with his thrusts, his breath huffing like a wild boar, and after a series of particularly harsh thrusts he grabbed Zach by the hips and flipped the rat onto his back, Ricky laying on top and both still sucking each other's members. With the new position he could easily thrust into Zach with more force, which he did gladly. Zach began to make small grunts with each powerful thrust of Hale.
With Ricky's rump in the air for all to see Lopule had a hard time not accepting the open invitation. It wasn't long before Ricky felt the red dragon lay on top of him and position his member at the hybrid's hole, the tapered tip already piercing into his body and stretching out his ass. He moaned as he felt the dragon thrust forward, driving his shaft into Ricky's tight hole. The weight of the dragon on top of him pushed his body down and thrust his member further into Zach's mouth, shoving it down his throat and holding it there while Lopule gave Ricky's ass a chance to adjust to his cock's wide width near the base.
The feeling of Zach squirming underneath him drove Ricky crazy, causing him to try to hump the rat's mouth with the weight on top of him. Their bodies rubbed together, adding to the pleasure that they derived from the sex and making a good show for the two above them. Their hands even began groping the other's rumps, feeling the members being thrust in and out and squeezing each cheek harshly.
Although Lopule was more gentle than Hale, their thrusts soon became synchronized as they fucked hybrid and rat alike. Hale's member was long, and would plow deeper into Zach than he had even known things could safely traverse. Lopule's member was thick at the base, making every hard thrust a long stretch that would make Ricky think that he would surely rip apart at the seems. They both held on to each other and sucked, waiting for the two on top to have their fill and trying to derive as much pleasure from the experience as possible.
Hale began to lose control first, his thrusts speeding up and becoming uneven, and then he put both hands on Ricky's head and leaned forward to gain more leverage with his humps. His weight on Ricky's neck forced him down and kept him there, silently choking on Zach's member while his own cock was being jackhammered into and out of Zach's throat when Lopule began to thrust harder and faster. Lost in their own desires, neither the dragon nor the bear noticed the peril that the two underneath them were in as they neared their climax, the rat and hybrid choking and gagging and squirming.
After three vicious thrusts and a long moan Hale buried his cock into Zach's hole, slapping it hard one last time to get the rodent to squeeze his member before he began to pump his cum into the other's bowels. Zach could feel each spurt and twitch of the bear's member as it pulsed and emitted sperm, filling up his body to the tip and then forcing even more inside. With Hale's weight still on Ricky's head Zach was pleasured immensely throughout the bear's climax, finally cumming himself a few moments before Hale's orgasm ended.
Ricky felt the rat's cock spasm and jerk in his throat and knew that Zach's cum was being pumped directly into his stomach. The member twitching in his throat was making him gag and squeeze down on the thick member in his ass, quickly bringing Lopule to orgasm as well. Soon he felt that he was being filled from both ends, unable to move with the weight of a bear and dragon on top of him. All he could do was close his eyes and take what was given, swallowing hard to keep from choking and squeezing on Lopule's member, trying to simply ride it out.
Finally, after what had seemed like years, both of the two on top stood up and exited from Ricky and Zach, taking a few wobbling steps backwards before they regained their control. Spent cum dripped from the ends of their members, and Lopule's was slowly retreating back into it's slit, drops of white leading from the opening in his crotch. Ricky and Zach seperated from each other and layed on the ground panting and spitting or swallowing leftover seed. By the time they had regained their senses Hale and Lopule had redressed and were waiting for them.
Lopule stepped forward and helped Ricky up with his paw, a wicked smile still on his face.
"It is standard practice for a corporation to fuck over a band they buy, so now that that's out of the way I think we can get to business-and the contract ought to be fair."
Ricky stood woozily and coughed a few times to clear his throat of rat semen, the taste was everywhere in his mouth; inescapable. He bent over to help Zach up, but like last time the rat was still too tired to do much but lay still and pant, and neither of them noticed how the dragon licked his lips at the sight of Ricky's used hole.
Slowly they returned to normal, putting on their clothes(Ricky and Zach a little embarrassed when dark wet spots appeared on the back of their pants) and were led to another room that didn't have the stench of sex in it.
"Now, let's get down to business." Said lopule, looking like a sleezy lawyer behind a desk with papers and a smile.
Twenty minutes later, Ricky walked out into the dance floor, his hands clutching a set of papers that would make him rich.
"I can't believe it!" Shouted Zach, jumping up and down around him like he was playing ring around the rosie.
"Oh my God." A bewildered Ricky said. The thought still not having sunk in that these papers would put his name on every list of songs to play at a rave. "I don't even know what to do." The deal had been more than generous- virtually every cent of the profits his music made would go straight to him! All that the Lopule company had wanted was the publicity of having him as their publisher, meaning that more new musicians would sign on with them. Also that Ricky's deal was so good would make the publicity even higher when everyone learned how much Ricky got.
"You should celebrate, of course!" Zach said, finally settling down in front of him.
"How?"
At this the rat swallowed and then looked away for a moment, before moving closer and quickly kissing him on the lips. When he had finished, Ricky stood for a moment and smiled, his hands fingering the keys in his pants as he thought of what they would be doing for the rest of the night.
In front of Ricky's apartment they both stood while Ricky fished his keys out of his pocket, his body shivering from not having a shirt at night.
"You're sure they're not awake?" Zach asked.
Ricky's hand shook as he tried to put the key in the lock. "They said they were really tired, so if we're quiet we should be able to do it without waking them." His door swung open and they entered.
All of the lights were out, so they both assumed the others were asleep in one of the bedrooms. Slowly they moved to the hallway, every now and again stubbing their toe on something random on the floor and giving a silent curse.
Almost to the bedroom Ricky saw that the bathroom light was turned on.
"Hang on, I forgot to turn the lights out before I left." He told Zach and then made his way over to the bathroom. When he turned the corner and looked in he froze and gasped.
Jay was leaning backwards over the sink counter, Trent in front of her and facing away from Ricky, his hands on her hips and plunging his member into her folds. It took a moment for her to notice Ricky there but when she did she immediately stopped moaning and stood straight up, causing Trent to stop and look at the suprise guest.
"Well, umm, this is awkward." Zach said, somehow having slid up beside Ricky without him noticing.
Jay was the first to react, sliding down off the counter.
"Umm, want to join?" She asked with a weak smile, pushing the hair from around her face and looking back to Trent for approval.
Ricky looked at her, then at Trent, then at Zach. His heart was pounding in his chest when he walked forward into the room and then stripped. Trent slowly resumed thrusting into Jay again, positioning them in the same way as before but with his back to the counter, leaving Jay's ass open to Ricky.
Ricky finished taking his clothes off and walked up to Jay, pressing his sheath in between her cheeks and rubbing there to get himself hard. It didn't take long when Trent began thrusting in earnest into her, the gasps and moans filling the air and driving him into a frenzy.
Now fully erect, he put his tip against her hole and thrust in hard, Jay giving a loud gasp and pushing forward into Trent more. Ricky lifted his right foot and put in on the counter to allow himself to go deeper, beginning to thrust in a quick rythm, Jay jerking and moaning in between them while being stuffed from both ends.
Slowly Ricky began thrusting faster and harder, grabbing Jay's hips over Trent's hands and plowing into her, both of the men using her like a two man saw.
Remembering Zach, Ricky looked behind and saw the rat still standing in the doorway, staring with a bulge in his pants.
"Well," He taunted the rodent. "Are you going to stay there and drool or are you going to get over here and fuck me?"
"And that's how you know ol' Rick has been drinking." Trent snickered, and then moaned as Ricky pushed Jay towards him instead of pulling, making him thrust again when he wasn't expecting it.
Zach bolted into action, his clothes were off in seconds and he was up behind Ricky about to plunge in quickly.
Ricky gasped when he felt the rat enter. Zach didn't wait at all before he pulled out and thrust in again, quickly building up force and speed. Soon they were all moaning and gasping, the uneven timing of thrusts between Zach and Ricky making each thrust unpredictable for the two.
As they continued to fuck faster and faster, they each felt their climaxes coming. It quickly became a game of who would last the longest, except for Jay and Ricky it was impossible to hold out for long from being fucked on both ends. Ricky came first, his member beginning to spasm and twitch, and thrust his knot into Jay. She couldn't hold out anymore feeling the large bulb inside her ass spewing seed, and orgasmed as well, her pussy squeezing Trent's cock and making him moan and then shudder as he began cumming inside her. As Ricky came his ass squeezed down on Zach's member, leading the rat to begin thrusting wildly and hug him close as he thrust one final time as deep as he could into the wolf, pumping his cum into Ricky while they all moaned and gave each other their cum.
Ricky let his leg fall off the counter and leaned backwards, his knot popping out of Jay with a squeal. The papers in his hand were forgotten as he carried Zach with him to the ground, Zach still continuing to hump even as Ricky fell asleep, two whole days of work, dancing, and anxiety catching up to him and quickly tossing his mind into oblivion.
Trent and Jay finished and pulled apart, hugging each other and holding hands as they left to the bedroom to continue their fun. Zach came down from orgasm and layed down on top of Ricky, not even bothering to take his cock out from the other. His head rested against the green biohazard symbol as he drifted off and soon they were both asleep.
*EPILOGUE*
Ricky choked again, his head whipping back as Lopule pulled his tie harshly. The dragon's thick cock in his ass was shoved in again, spreading his ring wide open and making the hybrid gasp as it's semi-pointy tip delved deep again into his insides. The dragon huffed with each thrust, pulling back on Ricky's red tie to shove the other backwards onto his cock.
Things had gone well for the past five years. Ricky had made two whole albums of work, almost all of them successful hits. Now it was time for a new contract with Lopule. He could have gone with a different company, but something about Lopule just made Ricky know that he was getting the best deal possible. The feeling of his prostate being crushed by the large member accentuated this thought.
Right now he was bent over a desk, Zach underneath him laying on his back on the table, his head just over the edge and deep throating his cock. Lopule was still behind him, pulling his makeshift leash back to remove Ricky's member from Zach's mouth, and thrusting back in to the hybrid to re-insert Ricky into Zach's neck and throat. Ricky had started masturbating Zach while leaning over the rat when they had begun fucking, but now the sex was so frenzied he couldn't find the balance to continue pleasuring the smaller person underneath him. Lopule was close to orgasm, seeming to want to give Ricky whiplash with his tugging on the tie, and Ricky needed his concentration to pull off his plan.
Finally, he got the chance. Lopule's grip on the tie loosened for a split second, and Ricky was able to wrench away from the dragon and shove himself backwards, knocking the suprised dragon over and pulling the member from his hole with a wet slurp. He could feel his ass slowly close up as he jumped into action, rolling the dragon onto his stomach and quickly loosening his tie. Within moments the tie had been wrapped around Lopule's wrists, binding them together, and Ricky had lifted up the thin dragon and laid him on top of Zach, the rat's member rubbing and twitching against the dragon's scaly pucker.
Ricky took a moment to enjoy the view before he walked up behind the dragon and lifted the other's tail, positioning his cock right above Zach's and teasing the dragon's hole. He pushed in a centimeter and then slowly withdrew, fake inserting himself into Lopule until the dragon whined loudly and tried to push back, begging him to begin.
He grabbed Zach's member and held it under his own, shoving forward some to lodge the head of both their penii into Lopule's hole, not enough to actually penetrate, but enough pressure to keep them from moving out of place. With their cocks in place all Ricky had to do was grab the dragon's thin hips, lift up the light weight of Lopule's body, and shove it backwards, thrusting forward with his own cock.
Although Lopule was light, that didn't mean that his hole wasn't as good as others. The sudden intrusion of two cocks made it incredibly tight, squeezing Ricky and Zach's members together. Lopule himself almost screeched with the two large cocks forcing his hole apart, having no sturdy support except for Ricky's hands forcing him further onto the two large cocks and Zach's arms wrapped around his torso. 'Zach always did seem a clinger in bed.' Ricky thought with a grin, and then with one final push hilted both his and Zach's members into the dragon.
Lopule was squirming around, his tail tip waving in circles to show submission, but with the tail slung over Ricky's shoulder the message was completely lost on the two fucking him. Ricky pulled out roughly and then shoved back in, spreading the dragon's insides with two cocks again and feeling his own member rub up against something that immediately made Lopule gasp and jump in his grip.
He smiled, knowing he had found his mark, and began pushing and pulling the dragon's body back and forth, crushing Lopule's prostate as hard as he could with each thrust. Zach felt the tip of Lopule's member begin to rub against his chest, heavily dripping pre, and then with one more thrust the dragon whimpered and then roared. His ass squeezed tightly on both of their members and pulsed, and the dragon's member twitched and spurted cum on Zach's stomach.
The sudden tightness of Lopule's ass caused Ricky and Zach to moan and release as well, their cocks draining their sperm into Lopule's bowels as Ricky continued to push the dragon's body back and forth, trying to get every ounce of pleasure from Lopule's body as possible. Lopule kept squirming and struggling with every one of Ricky's thrusts, the hybrid putting both of their weight into driving his member straight into the dragon's prostate.
After the initial climax he wound down, simply grinding into the dragon's hole and letting pleasure wash over him. When he felt ready again he released the dragon and laid Lopule back onto Zach, the executive's body soaking in the juices it spilled all over the rat.
He pulled out and moved to the papers to read the print, the pen and contract having been on the table ever since they began 'negotiations'. While the others rested and wound down he signed the contracts, the deal almost exactly like the first one, and put his clothes on.
By the time he had turned around, Zach had put the tired and used dragon on the ground. Lopule was on his knees, his mouth and tongue wrapped around Zach's member, dripping with both his and Ricky's cum.
"C'mon, clean me up like I just fucked you." Zach ordered the dragon while holding Lopule's horns and directing his muzzle around his groin. The muffled response "I am!" making both of them laugh out loud.
Ricky put his clothes on and took a sheet of paper out, writing his contact and personal information on it, and silently slipped it into Lopule's clothes, giving a smile to the dragon when Zach finished making the other lick his limp member and clean his chest off. When the dragon reached up for his suit, Ricky gave Lopule his clothes and the contract.
Lopule gasped and had to hold onto the table to steady himself. "We definitely need more business meetings."
Ricky laughed and pointed to the dragon's pocket. "You have my card. Perhaps we may be able to do another show at Fever sometime?"
The dragon pondered for a moment, and Zach slapped the back of his pants, reminding Lopule that his rear end was dripping. The familiar wide grin returned to his face. "How about we have another meeting on it with Mr. Hale?"
*END*
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