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Rayleonard was sitting at the bar closest to the entrance of the so-called Gatsby mansion. He was perched on a bar stool, sipping a coke, his silver tails swishing idly. He didn't feel like doing a show all about fire while inebriated. At least it was open bar. He didn't feel like paying for drinks tonight. He watched the guests stream in. all kinds of furs, dressed in classy suits or evening dresses. He doubted many of them would be clothed for too long here. He didn't recognize any of them. He was just here to do a show. That was all.

" No you're not," said a condescending voice in his head. " you're not here to perform."

"I very much am," said a fainter voice elsewhere in his brain. "Why wouldn't I? Large amounts of money for fifteen minutes work?"

the condescending voice upped the volume a notch. " the show's at 3am. It is now just after 10pm. Why are you here 6 hours early for a 15 minute show? You came here for sex. You didn't need the money."

Rayleonard sighed, looking into the ice melting in his glass. The voices in his head were right. He was here for a rebound. A rebound ass. Or a rebound cock if he could get a hold of it. Considering the nature of the party, that wouldn't be too hard.

He sat for about an hour, watching the invitees stream in. He kept an eye out for specimens of particular interest, but he'd need to get their clothes off of them for a real appraisal. He tugged at the collar of his tuxedo. It was hot out, the New York summer was an unpleasant mix of hot and humid, even at night. The nearby ocean did absolutely shit for cooling off the air tonight. He guessed it was all well and good to get his clothes off anyway.

Rayleonard slunk into the basement. It was fairly full only an hour into the party. The basement expanded beneath the entire house and under much of the grounds as well. Even with all that space, the basement itself had two levels of equal size. Not to mention 5 stories above ground. Rayleonard would have equated this basement to a castle dungeon. There was a small area as sort of a lobby. Changing rooms flanked the stairs, and across from the steps was a hallway that reached into the depths of the basement. The hallway was flanked by doors, all marked with signs labeling what kind of sex could be found within. The left part was dedicated to straight sex, and the right had rooms for gay sex. Rayleonard had a feeling he would be leaning to the right all night.

Rayleonard slipped into the changing room on the second lower level and locked his suit in a locker. Some guests seemed a tad self-conscious about walking around completely naked, but the second level hosted the naked rave as well the more...intense rooms. Clothes down here were not optional. They were outright forbidden. Self-conscious guests could go up a floor if they felt modest. Rayleonard was a master of not giving a fuck, and walked boldly down the main hall of the lowest level. He laughed internally at all the furs with condoms. That was a nice thing about being part spirit. Material diseases just didn't happen. He could fuck all night with no worries.

He eyed many of the guests surreptitiously. Nothing that caught his eye particularly. There were two hot rabbits leaning up on one of the doors on the right side of the hall, but Rayleonard wasn't in a rabbity mood tonight. Not after Alex. "Don't think about Alex dammit." He was let down a bit as he saw a wolf with a healthy sized sheath slip into a room with a bear. It was one of the many BDSM rooms. That just wasn't his thing. 15 minutes of wandering aimlessly led him to the door of the naked rave. "Why not," he thought, and walked through the double doors.

A wall of sound greeted him. The music was overwhelmingly loud, but Rayleonard could get used to that quickly. It was a mix of mostly clubby stuff, but he thought he heard the ending of a Vexare song, so the selection wouldn't be all shlock. "_God I am such a snob."_The light show was top notch, but Rayleonard didn't really care about that.

Rayleonard felt like everyone there was either inebriated or in an altered state of mind. Not that he cared. He kinda wished he could have joined them. But when you perform with high level fire magic, it's good to be sober. Not that _he_would get hurt, but burning down the mansion would put a damper on the mood. Rayleonard was surprised at how fast this party had escalated. He was almost afraid of the massive scale this affair would get to by the time he would be performing. This evening would not be uninteresting, that was for sure.

He perused the rave, swishing his tails sensually. There were plenty of guests dancing and grinding, but in many a dark corner there were many a fur fucking like mad. A very attractive female wolf came up to him, growling sensually, and started to grind, forgoing any pretense. Rayleonard played around for a bit, even fondling her rather fantastic breasts, but he couldn't get into females. Not since Alicia. "Dammit don't think about her either." Rayleonard got a drink from the bar. Just a coke again. He knew if he started drinking now he'd rather not stop. These kinds of shindigs are best when one isn't sober.

He splayed himself out on one of the chairs, swishing his tails absentmindedly. He was lost in thought. Mostly about the performance, going over the small details, but also contemplating which rooms to visit. His train of thought was interrupted by a wet, slippery something working its way up his thigh towards his sheath. Rayleonard looked down to see a very hunky tiger licking him and fondling his balls. His fur was a magnificent crimson, his stripes ebony black.

"Aren't you gonna take me out to dinner first," joked Rayleonard. "Wanna find a room?"

"Why," growled the tiger, slurring just a bit. "Let's fuck here. I like the music."

Rayleonard felt himself slipping out of his sheath. "Why the fuck not? You've got four and a half hours and nothing to do. Well, this hunk of fur sure is something to do." Rayleonard chuckled. "You a receiver big boy?"

The red tiger jumped to his feet, quite eagerly. He braced himself against the wall. Rayleonard licked his lips. That cat had a fine ass. A fine cock for that matter, at least 11 inches, and the barbs looked like they'd prick and tickle, but not tear him a new one. Nice.

The silver fox began with a quick rimming, just to loosen the kitty up a bit. He heard a low purring. Rayleonard smiled. "Boy, you aint seen nothing yet." And then Rayleonard grabbed the tiger by the shoulders and rammed once, going down until the edge of the knot. The crimson cat gasped in delight. "Oh, so you like it dry, do you?"

"Why are you stopping," growled the tiger.

Rayleonard pulled out again, until the final inch remained inside. The silver fox rammed again. And again. And again. He was trying to find the right rhythm. Something not too fast. He wanted to last all night. He didn't want to blow his load on this hot cat and not have energy for anything else for later. Rayleonard was getting close to finding a right rhythm when an unexpected force penetrated him from behind. He was pushed so hard that half of his knot went into the tiger. The tiger gasped and Rayleonard looked around. A magnificent golden dragon had decided to make this little jaunt a group interaction. He had a feral look in his red eyes, his tongue was hanging out, and his cock was retreating for another thrust. Rayleonard could feel the ridges on that black, scaley rod of flesh, and he saw a thick knot the size of his fist. This would be very interesting to say the least. The silver fox smiled

Being in the middle of this clusterfuck was quite interesting. He had to match the pace of the dragon, as if he went at his own speed, he would get forced down the ass of that crimson tiger. He didn't wanna tie him just yet. He liked to save that for the end. He ended up thrusting about 6 of his 9 inches into the tiger and letting the dragon push thrust into him, which forced the other 3 inches down. All three were panting like ferals.

Rayleonard was actually kind of hurting. That hunk behind him was small for a dragon, only about 7 feet tall and a 15 inch cock, counting the knot. But small for a dragon is large for a fox, and taking a rod like that dry was no small feat. They continued, finding a pattern where they worked their cocks together. Despite the pain, Rayleonard was enjoying the hell out of himself. The crimson tiger was growling in delight.

Just as Rayleonard and the gold dragon were getting really in synch, things got even more complicated.

A black-brown doberman had joined the fray, and not a minute after, so did a black otter, jamming his thick tail up his own ass. This was becoming absurd, a conga line of gay sex. Rayleonard smiled and continued ramming, slower, trying to get the hunks behind him to find a rhythm that they could all work with.

The otter in the back led the beginning of the cycle, thrusting forward, forcing the doberman into the dragon, which forced the dragon into Rayleonard, which forced him into the tiger. The ripples of force down the line of furs forced Rayleonard down to the knot without him having to thrust. Then Rayleonard started the tail end of the cycle, pulling out of the gasping crimson tiger and pushing up against the length of the gold dragon, who pushed back against the doberman, who pushed back against the otter. It was like the five anthros were making the worlds gayest accordion.

The tiger roared audibly as he came, spraying the wall, but Rayleonard was nowhere close. The pain of the dragon's massive cock up his ass was kinda slowing him down, but damn it felt good. He heard then heard the gasp of the otter and the yip of the doberman. Rayleonard wasn't impressed by their endurance. They joined last and came really quickly. The dragon was still going strong, forcing Rayleonard into the tiger as he heard the tiger's cock slap flaccidly against his crimson thigh.

The dragon continued to work for a long time. After a many more minutes of intense thrusting, he finally decided to finish it. He shoved his whole 4 inch knot into Rayleonard. There was so much force behind the final thrust that Rayleonard's knot was smashed past the clenching cheeks of the tiger, who was rock hard again. The three anthros came simultaneously. If synchronized orgasms were a sport, they'd have taken home a medal. The dragon and tiger roared as Rayleonard growled. It felt fantastic despite the fact that his ass felt like it was being split in two. The dragon pulled out as he finished shooting his load, and when Rayleonard's knot began to diminish he pulled out of the tiger. The three were grinning stupidly. They were all dripping from their asses.

Rayleonard turned around to see a group of onlookers gawking. After a moment, there was an outbreak of applause. Rayleonard smiled wolfishly and walked towards the exit, leaving a sticky white trail as he left. No one gave a damn about that. There would be much bigger messes to clean up after this party was over. The silver fox did his best to avoid showing how much his ass hurt. But there still was an awkward limp to his movements. He ran his finger up his ass. It was sticky with cum, but no blood which was good. Dragon ridges can do that to you if you take it dry like that. After walking down the massive main hallway, he saw a sign over a door that caught his eye. "Four or More" it said. Rayleonard checked his watch. He still had plenty of time, though that conga sexcapade had lasted for nearly an hour. Time flies when you're fucking that hard. Still, now that the sex was over, he didn't really feel that satisfied. Then again, casual sex was rarely satisfied once you were done.

A feline attendant dressed in a red vest and black slacks opened the door for Rayleonard. "Welcome to the Same-Sex Four or More," he said in a sultry voice. "If you are coming in alone you need to wait in the lounge pit for others to invite you in. Feel free to take what you please from the minibar."

Rayleonard grabbed a ginger ale this time and sat in the depression in the floor. It held many squishy chairs and cushions. He examined the room. It was cherry red and spacious, though there were many occupants. Four female wolves were having at it, eating each other out or fingering each other. Closer to the pit were two otters, another dragon (blue this time), a blue-white tiger, and a white arctic wolf. The dragon just started getting spit-roasted by the tiger and the wolf, and the otters were licking his scaly paws. Rayleonard was feeling turned on just by watching them. They sure knew their stuff. The silver fox leaned back, presenting his body, hoping to catch the eye of that sexy pile of males. His efforts were not unnoticed.

One of the otters, a fantastic silver color, called to Rayleonard. "Don't be shy sweetie. There's room for you." Rayleonard finished his drink and slipped under the cobalt dragon and took his fantastic cock in his mouth. That was the thing about dragon cock. It was a crap-shoot. This one was sticky and tapering, with a less pronounced knot. It was also gooey and fleshy, rather than the black scaled monster he took only a few minutes ago. Still, it was damn tasty. He ran his tongue about the rod of meat, repositioning himself so he could go deeper. This one was thinner and longer, so he couldn't make it to the knot. He swirled his tongue about it.

He heard muffled grunts of pleasure from the dragon in front of him. Rayleonard could totally relate. A cock up his ass, one in his mouth, and getting sucked from beneath. Almost like finding Nirvana. Using his silver tails he began to tickle the feet of the blue tiger who was getting suckled by the cobalt dragon. He purred at the double sensation, and lubed Rayleonard with his free hand.

With all the different stimuli going on, the dragon came rather quickly. Rayleonard's mouth filled up quick. He swallowed but still had a lot of overflow. The connoisseur in Rayleonard's head popped up. Cum tasted different by species. It was like buying different brands of juice. Apple juice is still apple juice, but different brands have different tastes. Same thing with cum. Except for dragons. They were a crap-shoot again. This scaly tasted sweet and sour, as well as salty. Like a lemon drop. Totally worth a second swallow.

The blue dragon groaned and rolled onto his back. "You're good little fox," he growled. "My turn."

Rayleonard prayed that the dragon was only going to give him some head. After the rave, his ass needed a break. The silver fox lifted his paws into the air a fraction and pawed his sheath a bit to coax out his length. The Dragon took it from there. His tongue had barbs, but it wasn't a bad feeling. It was sort of ticklish. Rayleonard giggled stupidly.

The other furs were repositioning themselves. The white wolf sat down on Rayleonard chest and presented his long, thick, and knotted cock for Rayleonard. The silver fox happily took it in his mouth. The musky taste was fine, and he could feel the thing throbbing in his mouth. The otters were at it with his paws, licking the pads, and the tiger felt the still couldn't get enough of that dragon's ass. Rayleonard came quickly, but rapturously.

The dragon retreated, and one of the otters, this one bleach blonde, straightened up. "You feeling like receiving tonight?"

Rayleonard eyed his on the cock of the otter. It was 7 inches, and not thin, but not thick either. "What the hell," he thought. "Go for it," he growled.

That otter may not have been as big as the others in this hot mess, but he knew how to make every inch count. It felt fantastic. It was like a massage, taking away some of the pain that lingered from being taken on by that gold dragon. "You're really loose," said the otter as he thrusted. "You took something big earlier, didn't you?"

"Dragon... 15 inches, thick, scaly, knotted... and dry." grunted Rayleonard between thrusts. He began massaging the cocks of the tiger and wolf. The silver otter was still after his paws, and the dragon was rimming the wolf, using his tail and hind feet to pleasure himself.

"I'm jealous," giggled the blonde otter. He was much shorter and thinner than Rayleonard.

"He woulda torn you apart," breathed Rayleonard.

"Is that bad," asked the otter deviously.

Rayleonard didn't really have the capacity to talk right now. He was damn close to cumming. He focused instead on getting the tiger and wolf off, rubbing and grasping vigorously. They came, spraying Rayleonard and each other with a warm stickiness. Not long after, the silver fox felt the sweet release and his body convulse in three short bursts. On the second convulsion he felt the otter fill him up. He was really sticky now.

The dragon was on his back again, his cock rock hard and upright. Rayleonard had a devious idea. He pointed to the wolf and then to the dragon's magnificent member. "You think you can take him?" The wolf smiled and mounted, his back to the dragon. That canine knew what he was planning. Rayleonard slowly slid his length into the dragon's blue tail hole, positioning himself so that he could reach that wolf's musky cock as he thrusted. The otters were back for feet again, the blonde one going for the wolf's paw and the silver one after Rayleonard's. The tiger was getting some head from the dragon.

It was a glorious sight, as the males worked together to create a magnificent and coordinated fucking machine. The wolf slid up and down the gooey, tapering cock while Rayleonard thrusted, giving some top notch tongue work to the wolf. The tiger was massaging the burly blue chest of the dragon as he got suckled, and the otters were going for the feet like ferals, their own tails up their asses and rubbing themselves vigorously with their webbed hands. The fountain of warm, salty, sticky cum that erupted from the pile of writhing males was copious and simultaneous, in a performance to shame the scene at the rave not long before. They lay in a pile, gasping for breath as the residual throbbing from their orgasms pulsed through their bodies.

Rayleonard checked the time. He still had a bit more than 1 hour before the show, but he needed to get cleaned and changed first. "you boys wanna see a trick," he asked. "Gather round and don't be shy."

The motley hunks formed a circle around Rayleonard. Using his 9 prehensile tails, he began coaxing the groups assorted endowments, tickling them, wrapping around them, massaging them, and gripping them. He didn't even need his hands. "Tell me when you're ready," said the silver fox with a smile. The dragon came first, and Rayleonard turned his head to catch it. The warm stickiness fell across his face and mouth. Then came the tiger, the two otters, and the wolf. Grunts, sighs, and cum all around, and Rayleonard was right in the middle of it.

The other males flopped on their backs, worn out from the five fantastic rounds they had just finished. Rayleonard got up, covered in white sauce. He licked his lips. "I gotta go boys. Come up to the pool at 3 if you wanna see me dance."

The silver fox stepped out of the room, still saturated with emission and feeling unfulfilled now that he was done. This was not exactly an anomaly, at least the covered in cum part. Not far down was a Bukkake room, and many a guest was walking about with fluid leaking from them or dripping from their bodies. It didn't take Rayleonard to find the Group Showers room. He figured he might have a final round before getting himself cleaned off. Still, he was feeling like this whole party was a waste of time.

The same sex Group Shower room was exactly what it said on the tin. The water was hot and steamy, and Rayleonard did not delay in finding some fur wash. He needed to get to his act not smelling like musk, sweat, and cum. One needed to keep professional standards. He began washing himself, not rushing, as he still had an hour before he needed to start clearing people out for the performance space. There were some fine males around here, but right now no one was too interested in him.

Then he was grabbed from behind as a soft-voiced dog growled in his ear. "I like you... you're coming with me."

Rayleonard grinned as he turned to meet the green furred husky. "Why leave?" he asked, his arms stretched wide. "Stand up straight." The dog gladly obliged. The silver fox slid down and began working the dog with his lips and tongue. He was medium-long and thick. Rayleonard could get all the way down to the knot, letting the water and suds fall around his face. He didn't want to take from this hound, as the awkward walk from his last two sexcapades was almost gone. Rayleonard was concerned that a thick member like that may be too much at the moment.

The dog grunted and groaned. Apparently he liked Rayleonard's style. The husky ran his fingers through the short blue hair on the top of his head as Rayleonard continued to provide lip service. Carefully, he ran his fingers behind the legs of the dog, grabbing his green curled tail, then quickly jabbing two fingers up his fine ass. The dog howled in carnal delight as he came. This one tasted salty, with a hint of citrus. He must have been drinking something fruity earlier.

"I'm in a rush, hot stuff," said Rayleonard. "Care to wash me while you take a ride?"

The husky sat down on Rayleonard's hardening cock, slowly. Rayleonard loved the feeling of wet fur and tight flesh as the dog sat down. The dog also seemed to know how to be gentile. Rayleonard felt his silver fur being massaged by tough but delicate paws as the husky slowly rode up and down. The silver fox leaned back his head and enjoyed it. He breathed in the steamy air, and sighed as the husky clenched at just the right times as he rode.

As he reached a climax, Rayleonard's eyes snapped open. He took his hands and placed them on the wet, furry shoulders of the dog. He then proceeded to force the dog down past his throbbing knot. The dog came first, convulsing four times, spurting out a bit of spunk each time. On the third convulsion, Rayleonard began to climax, contrasting the dog by releasing in one explosive burst. They both growled in delight.

Rayleonard let the husky get off his softening cock and stood up. He washed his chest a final time, getting the spunk off him.

"Where are you off to sweetie," asked the husky. "I wish you could stick around."

"I gotta show to do," said Rayleonard. "Wanna see me dance at 3? I'll be by the main pool in half an hour."

"I'll meet you there," said the green dog, giving the fox a kiss on the muzzle.

Rayleonard's tails bristled a bit. That was a bit too intimate for just a shower fuck. He generally didn't kiss furs he had casual sex with. But at the same time, he didn't mind. For some reason, this quick shower fuck was more satisfying that both of his previous sexcapades. Maybe he'd look out for the dog in the future. Green huskies aren't exactly common.

He shook off those thoughts, focusing instead on the imminent performance. The silver fox left the shower room, letting his walk to the changing room dry him off, with a little help from some conjured fire. He was flicking through the colors as he walked. He could go with the standby of blue, but the crowds tended to love his purples. There was also the black fire, but he was saving that for something else.

By the time he got to the changing room he was completely dry. He looked around for his costume. He didn't feel like burning his best tux. The costume was dark blue, with faux pieces of armor and high heeled boots. All the cloth was fire retardant, not for his safety, but because he didn't feel like buying a new costume every time he performed.

Rayleonard walked to the grounds, silver tails swishing. He gave the DJ a flash drive with his mix of songs. He decided to go with the Lindsey Stirling mix, as he had a soft spot for the violin and the highly attractive and talented performer who played these songs. It was hardly a mix, it was just some songs stringed together for about 15 minutes.

Guests were crowded around the spacious main pool and the brick patio that extended all around it. Rayleonard checked his watch. It was 10 to 3:00. he conjured a garish red fireball and threw it into the air. It exploded with a sound like rushing wind mixed with a concussive explosion. "get outta the pool people," shouted Rayleonard over the hushed crowd. "Can you read the damn signs. Get beyond the red tape unless you wanna get set on fire." The fox could probably have been more subtle, but he really didn't have patience for people who couldn't read large and conspicuous warning signs. The guests moved rather quickly, encouraged by another loud fireball above their heads.

Rayleonard crouched onto the balls of his paws, his elbows resting on his knees. He waited for 60 seconds. Then the DJ began the mix. Minimal Beat was his opener. It had a good tempo but wasn't too heavy on complex. He began by conjuring lights in both hands. One was silver and the other blue. This was a little trick he learned about inner flame spells. He focused the Iron Flesh and Flash Sweat spells into his body, but only let the spells manifest around his paws. With the smooth resistance of Iron Flesh and the lubrication of Flash Sweat, Rayleonard could skate on pavement without ripping his paws apart.

He began to slowly glide across the patio, moving to the beat as he traced his path with a line of red fire. Starting with wide circles and moving inward. Then he began twisting as he skated, releasing red Fire Surges with the sound of rushing wind. He continued this as the mix moved into_Transcendence._ This song was more complex with a melody and counter melody that drove the song in equal measure. He began to use both blue and red fire now, mixing it to form Fire Whips that crossed each other to become a vivid violet. The crowd was warming up to him they saw the flashes of color rise through the skies.

Moon Trance came next, with a slow build up. Rayleonard stopped skating and ceased conjuring waves of fire. As the plucking began, he lit up the tips of his tales with fire, blue-white in color. He took careful and dextrous steps as he picked up tempo with the music. As it reached full pace he began with conjuring fireballs, timing each explosion with the hard tech and percussion elements of the songs, ending in a flurry of explosives that left lingering smoke.

The last song finally began. Shadows began it's short introduction into the violin. Rayleonard switched from his normal blue fire to jet black. The fire somehow drew light into itself as it was conjured, making the starlit sky look like sunlight in contrast. This routine was all about kicking with the music, conjuring clouds of black fire with the beat. Keeping momentum with the song, it reached a climax, where a series of scales were repeated, gaining volume and intensity. Placing small marks on the ground, they drew in light. Then as song came to a close he dropped to his knees and released the Fire Tempest. Great columns of smokey black fire erupted across the grounds, including inside the unoccupied pool. The effect was to create a haze of smoke and steam that didn't dissipate for over a minute. When the smoke screen dissipated, Rayleonard was gone. There was a healthy round of applause at the display, but the silver fox didn't show himself.

He was hiding in plain sight, sitting at the bar, wearing a dress shirt and slacks beneath his costume, he placed it at a prearranged location and ordered a glass of wine at the nearest bar.

"That was awesome," said an eager voice behind the silver fox. Rayleonard turned around to find the green husky behind him, dressed in a black suit.

"How'd you find me," asked the silver fox. "I like to disappear after my act. It adds drama to all the fire and lights."

"I could smell the body wash." smiled the green dog, "Most people here don't smell like blackberries. I'm Maximilian, by the way. Most people call me Maxi."

the sliver fox stood up and offered a hand. "I'm Rayleonard. Glad you liked the show."

Maxi shook it and didn't let go. He pulled Rayleonard forward and whispered in his ear. "Wanna find a quieter place? Upstairs."

Rayleonard smiled. The top floors had more private rooms than he could count. "Why not?"

Maxi led them up the stairs, pulling Rayleonard's hand. Rayleonard didn't mind actually. This party may have not been a total waste of time after all...