A Flash and Deja Vu
Here's a short story for all you yiff readers! I hope you enjoy it! You know what it is, so I'm not going to warn you that you have to be the legal age to read it. Don't sue my ass.
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What the hell am I here for?
I'm not a dumbass suffering from memory loss. I know exactly what I'm doing sitting in Fabio's studio almost naked. I'm getting my picture taken.
Almost naked. I look at my crotch and smile at the little thing I see. I'm not talking about my dick, you moron. I have a massive cock, and calling it little would be like calling Britney Spears a saint. That just ain't right.
My name is Willie, by the way. Fabio is going to take my picture because "Rock Hard" magazine, a rock and roll publication, is doing an article on me, and they wanted visuals. If they had asked to do an article on me a year ago, I'd have told them to grab some steak knives and cram them up their asses point first. Things are just too stupid nowadays; everything's going down the drain except my popularity.
So, I'm staring at my crotch and smiling at something small. I already told you IT isn't small, so what in Paris Hilton's overused vagina am I looking at? My thong, of course. I told you I was ALMOST naked, not totally naked. Now, for question number two. What about my thong is making me smile? Is it cute, pink, transparent, or made of whipped cream? Nope. The outside is covered in fur that matches my real fur so perfectly that you can't tell where the thong ends and my body starts, and it is so tight that it presses my balls into my pelvis and flattens my sheath against my groin. What's so funny about that? I look like I'm a fucking half-pit, half-chow neuter! The Ace of Hearts looks like a nude neuter!
For those of you who are still clueless after that last sentence, I forgive you. We're relatively new, although we've already outsold any other band currently recording. I'm Willie, the Ace of Hearts, lead singer for the band "Aces Wild."
I remember when I first started the band. I wanted people to hear what I had to say and remember it. I formed the band for the music. The money, friends, and fame were just icing on the cake. That didn't seem to be what was happening now. Now, Aces Wild is on the verge of breaking up because of how hard I was pushing us. David, the Ace of Clubs, was on my side saying we needed to do as many concerts, talk shows, et cetera so that we can just lounge around in a couple years. Dick, the Ace of Diamonds, and Elia, the Ace of Spades, were saying this wasn't what playing music was about.
Damn it if I don't wander away from the subject at hand every few seconds. Where was I? Sitting in a chair, smiling at my thong? Perfect.
So, Fabio walks in. Merciful...deity of some well-known religion! The French poodle doesn't need to say a word. The way he looks just screams gay. Tight in-style jeans, tight sleeveless shirt that doesn't even reach his navel, and four earrings in his left ear, not to mention the way he walks. He's got that "someone-just-nailed-me-hard" sway to his hips. You know...the sway girls get when they've been ridden like a bull at the rodeo. And then he speaks, and it's like his voice can't decide if he's a girl or a boy.
"Oh my, Willie! Don't we look sexy today! So listen, the magazine guys want dynamic shots, so I need you to, like, do exactly what I say, okay?"
"Whatever, fag."
He giggles like a giddy school girl! There is no other sound that comes close! It sounds like a guy that just sucked on some helium gagging on the 'm' sound. Sure, it's cute, but it's so...gay.
You want to see what "doing exactly what Fabio says" gets you? That little prick of a fox is lying on the ground with his hips between my feet, looking up past my crotch through his camera. I'm stretching with my arms over my head and my fingers interlocked. Fabio lines up his shot and snaps a picture.
A flash and déjà vu.
I was stretching with my arms over my head and my fingers interlocked. The bathroom I was in was so nasty that most furs would want to puke. But I was used to it. I never used to clean my bathroom in those days.
"In those days..." I make it sound like it was a million years ago. It was only last year.
Aces Wild was still a garage band at the time, but we had just pulled off a small gig at a nearby bar. Next to nobody was there to hear us, but it didn't matter. It was a gig. We celebrated all day and night afterward.
The party was over, now, but David had stayed the night. I was way too tired to fool around with him the night before, but I had just waked up and just pissed all the beer out of my system. Plus, I've always been a morning fur. I guess we all know what was coming.
David was asleep on the floor, bare-ass naked, without any sheets. He was sprawled out, too. It kind of looked like he had fallen asleep in the middle of making a snow angel. His arms and legs were spread wide, and he lied on his back. The position was far too sexy, and I always had a base attraction to otters and well-toned furs, and David fit both categories. I couldn't resist.
I walked my naked ass over to his sleeping body, lay down on my belly between his legs, and started to lick and nuzzle his crotch. His cock started to react instantly, but he didn't wake up immediately. When he did wake up, though, he didn't move. He just lifted his head, looked down at me, and put his head back down. Once enough of his cock was out in the open, I started to lick and suck on it a bit. I wasn't trying to get him off just yet. I was just trying to make him as hard as possible. David isn't gay...he just lets me suck his dick because he knows how much I love to suck it.
There's an art to dick sucking. I'm not going to say I invented it, but I am going to say that I'm a self-taught master. I stuck my tongue out over my bottom teeth and lower lip, using it and my top lip to make a tight little ring. Then I bobbed a few times. I would alternate between that and sucking his dick like it was a lollipop. I started out slow, bobbing really slowly and barely sucking. Damn, did he moan! I used to suck his dick all the time, and that time he moaned louder and more often than any time before. He started to talk dirty, but I mostly ignored him. I wanted this to last a while.
He was like, "Suck it, Willie." And "Damn, that's good."
He'd try to hump up into my muzzle, but when he started, I'd put my paws on his hips and hold him down. Before too long, he started to whine, so I picked up the pace.
"Please, Willie, faster." "Mm. Suck it."
I tuned in a bit to what David's saying, and got a slight surprise. He wasn't talking about how good my muzzle was. He was talking about the band.
"When the band takes off, life will be sweet. We won't have to worry about anything." He said, "We'll be rich. We'll go the biggest clubs in the country where all the celebrities go, and everyone will know who we are. We'll have rich and powerful friends that can help us out of any jam we ever get into. Furs will line up to get our autographs, and they'll beg us to fuck them any way we want!"
Otter cum is my second favorite cum-flavor. My most favorite is my own brew. Don't even cringe because I know you tried your own. I was a little disappointed when David came, though. I knew what he was thinking about for once, and it hurt a little that he wasn't thinking about me. He was thinking about fame and fortune.
"That's not why I sing, David." I said after I swallowed his cum, backed off of his cock, and rested my head on his crotch. "I sing so that people can hear what I have to say, and maybe they'll realize..."
"The world is a fucked up place. Everybody hates everybody else. Life sucks. Blah blah blah. I know." David said as he closed his eyes.
Fabio directs me over to an oak table then climbs up the ladder standing next to it to get a downward shot.
"Lie down on the table and let you legs hang off the end, sweetie." Fabio says with a smile.
"You're such a little fairy, Fabio." I say.
"Oh, you know you love it, baby!"
I lay on my back on the oak table with my legs slightly spread, one hand on my crotch and one on my chest.
A flash and déjà vu.
I laid on my back on the oak table with my legs slightly spread, one hand on my crotch and one on my chest. The whole office was fully furnished in oak, and I kind of liked it. Mr. Callahan, an executive with a local record label, pulled me towards his naked crotch. His pants were undone, and he didn't have any underwear on. I thought it was funny at the time, because I wasn't wearing any underwear either.
The wolf rubs his lubed paw over his cock then rubs some lube under my tail. Lifting and spreading my legs, he starts to press his dick into my tailhole. I always loved the feel of a hard cock stretching my asshole open. It was a sweet, sweet pain.
"Shit, you're tight!" He said.
Obviously, he hasn't done many boys. I know for a fact that I haven't been very tight since my early high school days. I let him think what he wanted, though. He said he'd give us a record deal, so he could think I was a fucking virgin for all I cared.
"Your band is going to be a headliner. We'll send you across the nation on tour, and your concerts will be packed. It won't take you long to become famous. You'll have all the money and fame you could ever want. You'll be the best."
I should he kicked the bastard off after that, but like always, I wasn't listening. All I knew was the wolf was shooting back and forth in me like a piston in the engine of a Mustang GT. I was in heaven. A deal of a fuck and a fucking record deal, I was getting both in the same day from the same guy.
The wolf squeezed his knot with his paw and came up my ass without having to tie with me, saving us both some time. He made a few more half-hearted thrusts then pulled out, breathing hard. He zipped and buttoned his pants.
"You can go now. Don't worry about calling us or coming by, we have a full roster and can't sign you. Have a nice day."
I looked at Mr. Callahan like he just hit me in the jaw, and my jaw dropped as if the fucker did.
"What the fuck are you saying? You just said you were going to sign us!"
"I'd say the Pope was my brother if it'd get me under your tail. Now go before I call security." Mr. Callahan placed his hand on the phone, ready to do just that.
Fabio climbs off of the ladder and leads me over to a velvet armchair. Dear...deity of some popular religion! It must've cost Fabio a pretty penny to buy this chair.
"Sit in the chair and look serious. Oh, and spread your legs a bit. Give us a view of that flat pelvis, cutie." Fabio moves to stand across from the chair as I go to sit in it.
I sit in the chair and spread my legs.
A flash and déjà vu.
I sat in the chair with my legs spread. Elia was straddling my naked body. Our muzzles were entwined, and we were sucking each other's tongues. Elia always said I was the best kisser she ever kissed, and I liked the feel of Elia's tongue.
I wasn't going anywhere with that kiss. Elia was always one of my best friends, and she loved to kiss almost as much as she liked to fuck, so I let her kiss me whenever she wanted to since I would never fuck her. It didn't take long before the one wasn't good enough, and she needed the other.
"I need to go get laid," Elia said as she climbed off of my lap, "See you later, Willie."
Elia went to the door and was almost hit in the face when the door flew open and Dick walked in.
"Sorry, Elia." Dick said, handing her a coke.
"It's fine, Dick. You didn't hit me."
As Elia left, Dick took off his pants and boxers and took Elia's place on my lap. The Shetland sheepdog looked like a rich, preppy, stuck-up, male Lassie. Before he met me, he kind of was. He handed me a bottle of coke and started drinking his own. Dick was in love with me, and I always knew it. He was pretty obvious. I was never the type to settle down with a boyfriend, though. Why limit yourself to just one guy, I say.
"Tell your dad thanks for getting the record deal for us. I really appreciate it." I was kind of disappointed by having to resort to using Dick's dad, who owned, like, half of the world's businesses, to get us a record deal.
"We could've done that from the start. I don't get why we didn't." Dick took a big gulp of his coke then set it on the table.
"I wanted the band to make it on its own. I guess we just aren't good enough." I was quickly getting depressed.
"You're full of shit. We just weren't working hard enough. I'm sure if we worked at it for a few more years we would have gotten some recognition. Listen, Mr. Callahan is a rapist and there's nothing his label could have done for us that we could do better with this new label." Dick reached for his coke to have another sip.
I was angry at that point. I was angry at Callahan for taking advantage of me. I was angry at Dick for being an ignorant, rich brat and still knowing better than me. I was angry at the new label, Modern Marvels, for signing us without even hearing us just because Dick's rich daddy told their president to do it. Most of all, I was made at myself for not being able to do this myself.
I threw my coke and pushed Dick off of me and sent him tumbling to the ground. He landed on the floor on his back with his coke spilt all over himself, and before he could realize what was happening, I was on top of him. I lifted his legs up and spread them, exposing his tailhole. I took his throat in my muzzle and started humping his ass with my sheath, snarling. He was too afraid to speak or cry out, but before long he realized I wasn't going to tear his throat out. I was just going to fuck him.
I was hard before I knew it, and I jammed my cock up his ass. His throat expanded a bit in my muzzle when he screamed. It had to hurt like a bitch, but at the time I didn't care. I started thrusting as hard as I could, as deep as I could, then pulling all the way out and ramming it back in. At some point, Dick started crying, but I didn't pay him any attention then. I was fucking him the way I wanted to fuck the world.
I let go of Dick's throat and leaned back away from him so that I could push deeper into him, my tongue lolling out of the side of my mouth. I felt Dick's legs wrap around me, pulling me close, and I opened my eyes to see Dick's teary-eyed face wearing a stupid grin. He was even moaning and groaning a little. He was starting to really like it.
"Oh, fuck, Willie! It hurt so bad, but it feels so good! Ugh! Fuck me!" He moaned, smiling.
I had slowed to a more reasonable pace when my knot started to form, but once it had formed, I started really banging Dick. Each time I got to my knot, it rammed into Dick's tight ring which refused to give way. Each hump was accented by a grunt from Dick when my knot slammed into his unyielding tailhole. Finally, I got fed up with how tight he was, so I rammed my cock into him until the knot was at his tailhole then pressed hard into Dick, pulling him onto me by his hips. He screamed again, exactly the same way he had when I had first pushed into him.
"Oh, shit, Willie! I think you tore something! Oh, fuck, it hurts!"
I came hard. That was easily the greatest orgasm I've ever had. The pleasure wasn't just physical. It was mental and spiritual, too. While I rode the moments out, I felt so good, but once it was over I remembered where I was and what I was doing. Lying out on top of Dick, I held him close to me and started to cry.
"What's wrong, Willie?" Dick asked.
Fabio takes me over to a fake brick wall and looks at it a moment then at me.
"Stand against the wall, cross your arms, and look anxious. Can you do that, sugar?"
I lean against the wall with my arms crossed and look kind of worried.
A flash and déjà vu.
I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed and looked kind of worried. The whole band was pretty nervous. It was our first big gig. We were playing in a concert hall in front of a crowd of over two thousand. One mistake could cost us everything.
Aces Wild was going to stun the crowd before we ever opened our mouths. We decided to wear outrageously clashing outfits. None of us even came close to matching any of the others. David was the only one of us wearing a fairly normal outfit, a ridiculously expensive pair of jeans that were torn, stained, and wrinkled just right and a tight pink shirt with a designer logo on it. Elia, a Siamese cat, was wearing a form-fitting Chinese dress. The right side of the dress was split up to the hip, and it was emerald-green and had a shiny gold dragon embroidered to look as though it was climbing up her body. Dick wore really tight black latex pants, a black leather leash and collar, and shoulder-length latex gloves. I was wearing the same thing I'm wearing here in Fabio's studio. The only adornment that separated me from any other black mutt was my fur colorings. I had semi-tribal, semi-Egyptian designs bleached into my fur all over my torso and down my legs.
We did have a single matching theme, though. Each of us had our suit colored into our fur somewhere noticeable. I, the Ace of Hearts, had a red heart colored onto the left side of my hips. Elia, the Ace of Spades, had a black spade colored onto her left cheek. Dick, the Ace of Diamonds, had a red diamond colored onto his right breast. David, the Ace of Clubs, had a club colored around and over his right eye.
We would look awesome once we got on stage, but in the dressing room we were a wreck. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. That's when Dick heard it and perked his head. Then we all heard it. The crowd was screaming our name.
We all hesitated for a second, and then began making our way to the stage. We had it planned out, and thanks to...some ancient god or goddess, we didn't forget our plan. To an outburst of screaming and cheering, David went on stage first, just as the furs that tested the sound and instruments came off. Sitting at his drum set, David began banging the rhythm for the first song we were going to do. Then, Elia went out, strapped on her guitar, waited for her cue, and started playing her chords in the song. Next, Dick went out onto the stage. Half the audience gasped, and then started cheering along with the half that didn't stop. Dick picked up his base and started strumming the bass line.
I was scared and ended up missing my cue to go on stage and had to wait for it again, but I caught it the second time. The most of the crowd flew into whispers and gasps at the sight of me, and I took the opportunity to start the first song.
The audience quickly got into the swing of things. Mosh pits erupted, furs body surfed, and everyone was singing along. The mistakes were down to a minimum, and by the third song Elia, Dick, David, and I were done being nervous. It was starting to get fun. I was dancing around and singing my lyrics, Elia was nailing her chords and flinging her wild, black hair everywhere, Dick was head-banging like a true rocker, and David was pounding his drums like a group of young, beautiful, sex-crazed virgins.
The concert went without a hitch, and at the end I was even feeling good enough to try stage-diving. It was amazing! They caught me easily and floated me around the room and back to the stage. I had never had my crotch and ass grabbed by so many strangers in such a short amount of time. That was what I started the bad for. The music and the fun was my motivation.
I stare at Fabio, this great revelation dawning on me. I wasn't going to give up, and I wasn't going to let my friends give up, either.
"Hello? Willie? I said you can go now. That was the last picture I needed." Fabio says walking toward me.
He holds his paw out to me for a handshake, but instead, I pull him into a deep kiss. He's startled at first, but then he wraps his arms around me, his camera in one paw. Reaching down, I grab each of his ass cheeks and lift him up off of the ground and carry him over to his oak table. I set him down on it and lay him back, kissing him on his was down.
My dick is rock hard and sticking out of both my sheath and my thong. I slide the lingerie off anyway, and then I take off the poodle's expensive pants and frilly panties. Lining my cock up with his tailhole, I slowly press the tip in. He's pretty tight, but he's definitely not a virgin. Oh, well. He's warm and feels good around me.
"Oh! Oh, Willie! Willie!" Fabio shouts.
At least he'll remember my name this way. I slowly push into him inch by inch. I want this to last a good while. His cock is so hard that I see it pulse with his heartbeat. I spit into my paw and wrap it around his dick and slowly pump my fist up and down it. He starts making these girly yips and squeaks. He's driving me crazy!
My back and hips are moving in a wave-motion, pressing my cock deep into him then pulling it halfway out again only to start over. I've never had such a good fuck! I love it so much that I'm starting to wonder whether having Fabio to myself is worth being faithful.
"Oh, Willie, you're so good! Oh, yes!" Fabio yells at the top of his lungs.
Then he aims the camera at our crotches and snaps a photo. That's pretty kinky. I like it. He snaps another few pictures before I take his free hand, spit in it, and put it around his cock, freeing up my hands. Taking the camera from Fabio, I lean back and line up a great shot of my dick stretching his tailhole. I move from his ass up to his face. I snap a photo of him with his eyes closed, his mouth wide in a moan of pleasure, and his left hand playing with his nipple.
My knot's been formed for a while, and I'm almost dead with the need to release, so I put down the camera and squeeze my knot with my hand and shoot my load into Fabio's ass. I slowly pull out, but before I could back away from him, Fabio sits up, slides off of the table onto his knees and pulls me into his muzzle. Dear...divine spirits of whatever religion worships divine spirits! Fabio is no amateur when it comes to giving head.
He reaches back behind him to the table, his hand searching for the camera. Leaning forward, I grab the camera and hand it to him. He snaps several shots of him giving me head, and then snaps a bunch of rapid shots as I cum on his face.
I help Fabio to his feet, and then I help him clean off his face with my tongue.
"Oh, Jesus! That was the best sex I've ever had!" Fabio smiles as I lick my lips, savoring my taste.
"I didn't think it was that bad, either."
I lean in and give Fabio a peck on the lips.
"555-6969" I tell him.
Fabio smiles.
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