Dance for Me
Dance for Me
A short erotic M/M story by SethBlizzard
"You're on, Richard."
"You're gonna be great."
"I know," Richard chimes and goes on stage, tail wagging.
Bill, his glass of Fire Truck (Jägermeister and rose wine) in hand, watches intently as the announcer speaks:
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, in this Erotic Fursuit Dance Show, Wuffrich!"
Everybody claps and Richard gets to it.
Bill watches intently at all the movements that Richard is making. It's amazing how eloquently he can move in that fursuit, with the head and pointy ears, the paws and tail. Must be hot in there. Guess that's why the fan is blowing. And that's probably why Bill, who doesn't mind the cool air, is seated closest.
Wuffrich the husky-wolf is good, Bill can tell even if he feels a little bit weird about all the people cheering, and the woman with the camera kneeling right beside him. Bill feels a little annoyed at them all and he doesn't know why.
Bill lets go of his glass of wine.
It's just a coincidence. Sometimes it happens. Surely it can't be... oh no, not over this too. Bill chances a look down, and yes, even though he's wearing jeans, that bulge is not to be mistaken - as if the sensation were misleading him.
Bill tries to concentrate on Wuffrich, as if hoping to make the sensation go away. But the longer he stares and the more he takes in of his movements and beauty, the stronger the sensation gets.
Bill is jolted to his senses when voices all around him start cheering. Wuffrich has finished his dance, and he takes a big bow for them all. Coming to his senses, Bill claps as well and cheers harder than the rest; those guys better not be cheering harder than me.
"How was I?" He sits down next to Bill.
"Great!"
"Does it still seem weird?"
"No! No, not exactly, no!"
"Let's go, I can barely hear you as it is, let alone with this noise!"
He puts his hand on Bill's shoulder. Again, Bill feels that heat, that unwelcome heat. But he stands up and lets himself be steered by the big husky-wolf, keeping his smile to himself. He doesn't know where that smile is coming from. He hopes nobody in the crowd is seeing it.
As they emerge into the hallway, the world gets surprisingly quieter; it's a whole other world away from that disco with all the lights, in this pristine marble hotel. You would think you've entered some other universe if not for the big banners reading "EF 2012". Not that the hallway is empty, far from it; all around there are more huskies, wolves, German Shepherds, Rottweilers, you name it, most appearing in high spirits. Some more hands touch Bill's, in good will, and he hears voices of encouragement; he feels like he did when he came out.
Finally, they're at the elevator. Thankfully, it's empty. As the nice silence of the elevator replaces the whirlwind of sounds outside, Bill looks at Richard's reflection in the mirror walls that creates thousands of Bills and Richards.
"Hey, Rich, thanks for taking me along."
"No problem. It's not entirely charity, though."
"No?"
"No. First time is always better if you've got a face in the crowd, right?"
"You mean you've never come before?"
"No, first time for me too."
"That's... that's great."
Their hotel room feels like a haven of silence, but the sounds of the convention are not drowned out either, what with the sounds of running and photo-ups. Richard takes off his badge from around his neck and puts it down on the TV counter.
"Look, am I moving too fast? You said you'd be okay with coming here."
"No, I am. It's just..." He sighs and sits down on his bed.
"What's wrong?" Richard sits down besides him, of course in his wolf husky fursuit. Bill somehow notices now more then ever.
"Well... this is really personal," Bill sighs. "I don't know if it's the booze talking, but I feel like telling you."
"Scoot. We're best friends, right?"
Bill twiddles his fingers and goes for it:
"I have a... thing. About animals. Not all animals, just predators. I had a bit of a... masturbation problem with that. Until I found out I was gay, then I stopped masturbating, but couldn't keep from... touching myself. Then, you, in your suit... it just drives me crazy. The fur, the movements, your paws, the tail..."
Bill is getting wood as he talks about it. He puts his hand on Richard's furry exterior.
"Bill, you know I'd do anything for you, man. You wanna... try?"
"Try...?"
"Fooling around with what drives you so crazy."
"Just... maybe you can, just... dance for me?"
Richard smiles. "I'd love to." He stands up.
"I'll put on some music," Bill chimes and plugs his ipod in with the speakers in their room. Then he sits down on the bed and takes off his trousers, his red underpants leaving little to the imagination, and gets set.
As the song kicks in, Richard gets moving. His husky fursuit character kicks in as well, and starts moving to and fro, erotically, moving his ass and tail, his feet and clawed hands.
Bill gets more and more wood with each passing second. When Richard's tail does a full loop-de-loop, Bill reaches in and starts pleasuring himself.
The dance gets more and more intoxicating for Bill, and more and more gesturing by Richard.
Bill is so mesmerized that he hardly notices that the big husky wolf is getting closer. The big thing slowly lowers himself down over Richard's crotch. The big humanoid husky is on top of him now, continuing his erotic dance, only now in a lap edition.
Richard's hands are moving along Bill's thighs. Still his tail is wagging to and fro. How does he do that, Richard barely thinks to himself with the little brainpower not unjammed by the sensation of the presence he's in.
Soon, Richard's furry crotch meets Bill's. Those furry hands are stroking his body, from his chest and abdomen right down to his crotch, in sweeping, but sensual movements. The claws... that's the icing on the cake.
Bill gasps as a warm sensation meets his erect penis. Looking up, he finds his member inside the husky's mouth, massaging it with his muzzle. Bill hardly has the brainpower to wonder exactly how Richard does this, but it doesn't matter. Bill's testicles, like heavy weights preparing to ascend, are going down and burying deep down, and an exquisite cold feeling spreads in Bill's usually warm region.
As he cums, each hard sensation makes him gasp in an inaudible way. Such exquisite pleasure, and with all the squishy sounds such entails.
Richard the husky appears over Bill, some cum still dripping from his muzzle.
"How was that for you?" Richard asks.
"Weird... but good. Thanks."
After that, they fall asleep in each other's arms. Bill can't explain why, but he feels like he's hugging the real form of his friend when he's in his suit, and a contentedness such as he has never felt is making him sigh repeatedly.
Towards morning, Richard stirs.
"You know... next week there's a duet competition."
"Great but... I-I don't have a..."
"Fursuit and human duet."
Bill goes through a multitude of things to say, but decides on:
"You know, Rich... this scene isn't as weird as I first thought."
"It's not?"
"No. It's weirder."