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Rika liked sleazy dives but she liked even more to hide that tendency and when her friends tried to drag her along to one, she refused a customary half-dozen times before giving in. In actuality she was thrilled and relieved that her friends were so persistent and outwardly active in bars in clubs because of a rumored celebrity appearance. Rika had eyes and ears in dirty clubs and they told her that her favorite sex 'n drugs 'n rock 'n roll god would be making an appearance. It was something to commemorate his first live show, played at that particular dive. She didn't care about the specifics.

Come the night of the show, Rika spent a solid hour shirtless at her vanity with red paint and as steady a hand as she could manage. Her own handiwork pleased her; she admired it backwards in the mirror. Scrawled across her pert Pomeranian tits was the legend: NAF 1#.

For her attention, her phone buzzed and chimed. It was a text from one of her friends, an impatient prod to hurry and meet up. Rika was quick to slip a red tee over her head but careful in pulling it down over her chest. For her lower half, she slipped out of pajama pants speckled with red paint and pulled up hip-hugging Daisy Dukes over pink panties and slipped on her favorite choker. She found her friends along the way to the bar and she was ready with cash in her pocket to buy her admission from the burly-looking bouncer out front (a sign, she noted to herself, that there was definitely something big going on inside). But in the bouncer's own words, "sexy little things" got in for free. Both of her friends ended up paying.

The bar was packed but not inundated and the drinking was rowdy but not yet destructive. Rika felt a strange comfort in the sleazy bar and she liked the feeling of the creaky floorboards under her paw pads. The dirty surroundings made her feel like she was something vibrant and special, and she was. It wasn't a matter of vanity for Rika. Rather than the notion that she was improving her surroundings, she loved the idea of sinking down with the rest of the sleaze. She longed to cut loose like a dirty girl. The paint still drying on her tits and soaking unnoticeably though her red shirt was her ticket to being a slut tonight.

On the stage was the emcee, a ragged-looking wolf who probably had a drug habit to attend to. Almost everything he said was muffled between the crowd and the worn-out sound system. It was a typical bar setup and Rika hadn't expected much better. Rather than move up to the stage, she shifted over toward one of the speakers, it being almost as tall as she was. Her friends were just catching up to her when the emcee said through the blown-out speaker, "...and so some of you drunk fucks heard that there's some famous asshole here."

A cheer cut off the tail end of what the wolf said. Afterward a hush fell over most of the bar. Rika folded her arms absently over her breasts and hastily moved them down with a blush when she felt the paint sticking even more.

"So yeah," the wolf rambled on, "maybe we got a famous guy here, maybe we don't. Maybe he's some dick with, like, four dozen platinum albums and an army of blonde bimbos that blow his balls off. I don't fucking know." The whole bar laughed. Rika smiled coyly with her back to her friends. "All I do know is that he's called Kocaine Kahnso." The rest of his introduction disappeared in a bar-wide scream. Kahnso strutted in from backstage shadows and his band mates followed. Rika didn't know if they were his usual band mates or random guys who played the bar often. She liked the music but never paid any attention to anybody besides the singer.

Of note was the fact that the whooping and screaming of the crowd drowned out whatever sound the warbling, rattling speakers put out. To that effect, Kahnso was better seen than heard and yet it seemed he was enjoying himself. The strut and the swagger on the little stage looked like every concert and music video the little Pomeranian had furtively watched on the internet. Rika found herself watching Kahnso's big, black loincloth wag and sway like a tongue between his hard legs and that alone was a hypnotic effect. It occurred to her as ingenious: it drew all eyes to his crotch.

Rika never forgot the paint on her tits as she grinned and stared. All she needed was the right opportunity to show it off. Amazingly, no other girls were flashing him - at least that she could see or which Kahnso seemed to notice. And Rika was a small girl, stomach-high to Kahnso even at ground level. With him screaming and swagger-jacking onstage, there was no way for her to get ahead of the pack unless she got creative.

She peered around the club and the immediate crowd. Most everyone was heavily invested in the show and that helpfully included her friends. Not having to deal with them would make things easier in the short term. Rika made her rounds to the bar proper and there she found the ideal helper: a calm-looking stallion with a beer in his hand.

Seeing Rika's approach, the stallion put on his coyest smile and he obligingly leaned down and tilted his head for Rika to practically shout into his ear.

"Can I sit on your shoulders?" she asked him.

A pause and eye contact. Rika wound up to shout again when the stallion grinned and nodded. Rika grinned back and ground her palms together. Being little and cute had more advantages than she could count. Ever mindful of her sloppily-painted payload, she mounted the stud's shoulders, and when he stood up she found herself startled but weirdly enthralled by just how tall she was. Down in the stud's ear again, "Get over by the crowd! I want Kahnso to see me!"

Apparently happy just to have a cute girl on his shoulders, Rika's steed obliged and clomped to the edge of the crowd. Not content to just linger at the edge, he muscled his way in and took his fluffy charge almost to the edge of the stage. Kahnso scanned the crowd and made eye contact with Rika. A little smirk creased his lips and her heart fluttered.

But Kahnso strutted away; Rika waited for the right moment to strike. While she did, the horse rubbed her legs and toyed with her tender feet at which her toes curled. Another thought crossed her mind about curling her toes but she evicted that when Kahnso came back around. When his harsh, red eyes seemed to drift across her again while he crooned about foregone lust and cheap heroin, Rika yanked her shirt up and the stallion, sensing the shift in balance, gripped her helpfully by the knees.

#1 FAN exclaimed Rika's tits. Kahnso laughed and his band mates almost staggered out of rhythm entirely. Only a quick catch-up by the drummer salvaged the song at all.

Rika chomped down on her shirt and waved her arms at Kahnso who still laughed and stared. "What the fuck, baby, did you do that yourself?" he shouted. "I got something else to paint those titties with!" Punctuated with a squeeze on his crotch, the remark got the crowd screaming again and Kahnso ripped back into his song. He didn't remember where he left off and ended up skipping a verse. Nobody noticed or cared and Rika kept her shirt up and pinched in her teeth until her stallion escort finally set her down so he could head for the bathroom.

After her little fangirl thrill, Rika blushingly rendezvoused with her friends in one unoccupied corner of the bar. Around a big, wooden cable spool re-purposed as a table, her friends grilled and probed her with grins on their faces. Rika's response to the interrogation was coy and utterly untruthful: "I thought everybody does that at concerts."

"He sure as hell noticed you," one of Rika's friends remarked, and that was that. For a little while they enjoyed some drinks yet they stayed well within their heads. Rika constantly considered heading back to the stage to be even more bold, but the coy gazes of her friends kept her put. It wasn't until the music finally tapered off and Kahnso took his bow that the girls even took their eyes off of Rika.

Kahnso stepped heavily off of the stage and into the mob. High-fives and fond caresses all over his body awaited him. Gently he waded through and when he made it clear that he had one specific target in mind, the crowd seemed to disperse of its own accord.

"Rika," one of the Pomeranian's friends said urgently, "he's coming over here."

Rika peered around her friend and her tail started to wag. "Oh god, wow," she grinned. "Umm... Can you guys get lost?" Oh, her friends gave her withering looks, yet they seemed to understand the significance of the moment. She had earned it. They dragged themselves off but brushed past Kahnso on their way. Rika heard him warmly, absently compliment one of them on her ass.

Kahnso loomed over the table with a big, dirty smile on his long muzzle. "It was smudged," he said enigmatically, "but I think it said number-one fan."

"It did, yeah," Rika smiled. "Want to take a better look...?"

"Somehow, honey," Kahnso growled as he seated himself beside the dog, "you knew just what I was thinking." But instead of inspecting Rika's artistic endeavors, Kahnso deigned to kiss her hard. His thick, skilled tongue slopped into her muzzle and overwhelmed her but she happened to like that. Both of her warm, small paws grabbed at Kahnso's blonde locks to tug and tangle them in equal amounts. Kahnso's own paws were just as grabby except on the dog's pert hips.

A second crowd was forming around Kahnso but he was all for putting on a good show. In the interest of just that he pulled Rika up into his lap and canted his head down as she pitched hers up to maintain the slobbery kiss. By then his drool was running down her chin and throat and her fingers were threaded with his silky hair. But such play was only a sampling for a horny girl like Rika, and Kahnso wouldn't stop until he busted a nut.

Kahnso's thick fingers fumbled with Rika's fly. The dog had no patience for that; after she plucked her fingers out of his hair, she opened up her fly and bared a glimpse of pink panties. Pinkness was nice, Kahnso acknowledged, but that wasn't the exact kind of pink he was after. Just the same he slipped his enormous paw into Rika's open fly and groped tightly on her wet little muff. The panties were no armor against such insistent, strong fingers and her body quaked while her mouth moaned.

Thick fox fingers traced the shallow crease of Rika's pussylips and left the dog quivering and suckling desperately on the meaty slab of Kahnso's tongue. In another gesture of lust and need she caressed his naked chest, brushed her padded fingertips over his stiff nipples and in turn made his huge body shudder. The crowd murmured and shifted around in near silence, a stark inversion to the music crowd.

Rika came out of the kiss shuddering, slobber dribbling from her lips. "Oh god, finger me," she blissfully whined, bucking her box into Kahnso's paw. If anybody was going to oblige a sexy girl in the middle of a bar, it was Kahnso, and he slipped his fingers under those pink panties to savor the hot muff beneath. Tight lips with thin fur on them surrounded by bushy fluff greeted his touch and quivered reactively.

The rockstar plunged one thick digit into Rika's cunt and the dog arched in his lap. Mercilessly he added a second to which she bit her lip, curled her toes and clenched her fine thighs together. "Fuck if you're not a tight little thing," Kahnso murmured into her neck. Through her dense fluff he nibbled and gnawed like a hungry predator. The colossal fangs added to such a scene. "I dunno if my cock's gonna fit in this pussy of yours," he grinned.

"It'll fit!" Rika gasped, spurred by the notion. She reached down and gripped Kahnso's wrist - not to push him away but to pull him closer and get him to work. He started to pump her, albeit with a mildly surprised expression. "Ooh, god, it'll fit," she reiterated. "If not, you'll make it fit, right?"

"You must listen to a lot of my music, baby," Kahnso remarked. His thumb pressed into Rika's stiff clit as if it were a button. Its effect was a sudden shudder from the dog.

"I do so-o-ometimes," Rika cutely admitted, following it with a warm lick on the bridge of Kahnso's snout. "God, your fingers are big," she quivered.

Kahnso ground them in to the knuckles and was disappointed when Rika was less than animated. He still wrenched a good croon out of her, however, and that was all he needed to keep at work. "I'm hard as a rock for you, bitch," Kahnso hissed. "What's your name?"

"Mmn, it's Rika," she squeaked. But you can call me whatever you want, she neglected to say. What she didn't neglect to say was, "I'll take care of that problem for you, just let me have it..."

A few moments more of teasing pumps precluded Kahnso's lazy withdrawal from the Pomeranian With his sleazy smile coming back full-force, he set the dog on the spool where she kicked off her shorts. Kahnso watched her then wiggle out of her panties for a lazy moment before he finally stood up straight. This alone would have been fine for Rika whom had no issues working for cock, but the fox dramatically unclasped his loincloth and allowed the heavy, tanned leather to flop to the planks below. Then bared before Rika's eyes was the rockstar's throbbing, steely shaft. Some sixteen inches of blunt-tipped and smooth-shafted bone waited for the slutty, panting doggy to make a snack out of it.

Rika wanted to say something articulate or seductive. Instead she blurted, "Oh, wow."

"Hope you weren't expecting me to be hung like a pencil," Kahnso sneered.

"Totally the opposite, I swear," Rika smiled as she scooted closer. The spool wobbled worrisomely but it evened out and the dog thought no longer of her perch. With her legs hanging off of the edge, she had the most ideal vantage point to lavish Kahnso's cock. Her grabby paws snatched it up and she dragged her tongue across the tip as if sampling a sucker. But instead of sugary sweetness, she tasted the bitter-salty liquid musk of precum and its flavor emboldened her. Under her small paws she gripped and kneaded that big, veiny rockstar cock while her tongue lavished its front inches, not exclusively the tip. Merely tasting that cock was a painfully far cry from really experiencing it, however, and Rika sought to fix that when she gobbled as much of it into her hungry maw as quickly and noisily as she possibly could. Although she could pack only so much dick in her short muzzle, what did fit was treated to wet, loud suckles and constant, slobbery slurps. It was no surprise when Kahnso sighed and threaded his fingers through her puffy hair.

"Shit, I won't even joke about the doggy wanting a bone," he blushingly grinned. "You know how to treat rock royalty, that's for sure." Kahnso stroked through her hair, down her little ponytail, around her collared neck and around to her chin. For someone who touted himself as a rough and rowdy rock god, he was quite tender in petting her.

Reciprocating the petting but in her own desperately horny way was Rika when she palmed Kahnso's heavy balls in her dirty paws. She likened his endowment to that of a stallion and she had no doubt that those balls held a thick, messy payload with her name on it. But as much as she craved to have that massive shaft reaming her open, sucking on it was an addictive thrill. Reveling in an oral fixation, Rika suckled and slobbered with everything she had. The raw size of Kahnso's cock removed any finesse from the act and it was everything she could do to get her lips around that dick, let alone really tease or play with it. Being so small with such a big appetite for cock had taught Rika just how to put her mouth to good use and Kahnso's idle grunting and huffing was testament to those skills.

Kahnso affirmed what a skilled girl Rika was when he crooned, "This is the best blowjob I've had in at least a couple months, babe. You're owning that shit."

Rika's fluffy tail wagged and thumped while her needy pussy moistened the spool. She reached down to squeeze her cunt while never breaking stride but the pleasure was a spur to get Kahnso out of such a passive role. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to fuck her senseless like a bucking bronco once she got him in control. Reluctant though she was, she eased back and feigned a yawn to work her sore jaws. A moment later she warmly kissed the thick tip of Kahnso's cock and from the slit came a thick drool of pre. Kahnso bumped his hips forward and smeared the pre over her lips and nose with a dirty, coy smirk.

The rockstar glanced at the crowd for only the most terse acknowledgment. There was showmanship in the way he nudged Rika onto her back, something she easily went along with. Smoothly despite the cramped space, Kahnso knelt between the bench seat and the spool to bump his nose to Rika's plushly-furred crotch. Through the soft fur he easily smelled that damp, needful pussy and its scent made him salivate. Clearly readying himself to savor something special, he cupped her small thighs in his paws and held the dog's legs well apart, though they already were parted in a show of total compliance.

Just having the rockstar's snout stuffed between her thighs was enough to make Rika grin and blush. It was no surprise then that his first meaty lap from from her taint to her clit made her arch her spine and pout her hips into his face. When he gave her another and another she found herself biting her lip and huffing through her nose as if to regulate that sweet pleasure. Very soon Kahnso was making a snack out of her tight pussy with deep, slobbery slurps and noisy sucks. His snout was tickled by her fluffy fur and his whiskers in turn tickled her thighs. Rika threaded her fingers through his blonde coif with broader strokes by the second, soon leaving its teased fluff tangled.

Whether spurred by Rika's petting or not, Kahnso's slurps deepened and his nose ground into her clit. He pushed his lips further into her dense fluff and against the very folds of her cunt which he parted with his tongue. Upon experiencing Kahnso's long tongue against her pink flesh, Rika squealed cutely and bucked her hips into his snout. Although Kahnso's tongue was too thick to manage much more than sloppy laps on a girl as small as Rika, that was more than enough for the Pomeranian

One of Kahnso's thick paws snaked up along Rika's slim body. Outstretched on her belly, his flat palm practically eclipsed her. When he slid it northward, he fumbled with her pert tits underneath her shirt and only worsened the smear of the paint. Less to do with her body graffiti and more to do with giving the stud unhindered access, Rika tugged her shirt up and wriggled it off entirely with a bit of effort. But by then Kahnso had given up on her chest, and more worrisomely for Rika, he pulled his wet muzzle out from between her thighs soon after.

Rika had an idea of what Kahnso had in mind, of course, and when she saw him straighten up and grip his thick ladykiller, she didn't even try to stop the lewd smile from spreading across her face. Down on her back with a sloppy and smeared fangirl message scrawled across her naked tits, Rika felt like the kind of disposable rockstar groupie Kahnso probably dealt with on a daily basis. He pressed his swollen dick against her folds, his meat defying the fluff of her fur to press firmly against those tight pussylips. Crooning and arching, Rika presented herself and she couldn't have been happier with her situation. Forever after, she could say she had been fucked senseless in a grimy bar by Kahnso.

The big fox ground idly against Rika for an agonizing few moments. It was just enough for his rounded tip to part her folds but not at all enough for him to gain the purchase to enter. Huffing and blushing in frustration, Rika eagerly bucked against his hips, succeeding only in grinding his cock around her needful pussy. "Ah, come o-o-on," she whined.

"Need something? Timmy in the well, girl?" Kahnso sneered with a quirked eyebrow. The small crowd chuckled uneasily.

Rika bit her lip. She snared Kahnso with needy eyes but blushing cheeks and a pouty mouth. "I'm a Pomeranian, not a collie," she huffed, "and besides that, come on, just fuck me..."

"I get the feeling," Kahnso murmured as he ground more intently into Rika's pussy, "that you're a little bit of a cock slut, babe." Rika had no comment and Kahnso had no complaint. Gripping his cock just behind the blunt head, he pushed and ground until he'd finally wrestled the first inches of his meat into the small dog. At his entry, Rika groaned out sinfully, arched her back, pouted out her defaced tits and curled her toes. Spurred on by her cute antics, Kahnso ground in with rough gyrations, a few inches out and a few more in every single time. Rika was snug, wet and simply too tight around such a big cock. It didn't stop either the rockstar or his alleged number one fan.

Kahnso's cock bottomed out in Rika's pussy with too much length to go to satisfy Kahnso or the crowd. Fortunately Kahnso wasn't a stranger to fucking girls half his size. He started to dutifully fuck the dog, unhanding his penis to plant one palm on the table while squeezing up Rika's leg with the other. With his deep grinds he wrenched open that writhing snatch, stretching and reaming hot flesh to better accommodate his hard meat.

To be expected of a girl in her position, Rika had an expression of overwhelmed bliss. Half-lidded eyes, tongue lolled stupidly from a grinning mouth, she was unmistakably happy with herself. She pawed at Kahnso's heaving chest and stroked the hard pillar of his arm. Her nimble, small fingers often lost themselves in the heated grooves of his muscles and under the dense white fluff of his front side, though his fur was no match for Rika's endless, downy fluff.

The girl glanced at the crowd and looked away just as quickly. Some of the men had their dirty dicks out and they were jerking off. Some were getting jerked off by their girlfriends. She wondered when a video of the sex would make its rounds online. Certainly people would be more interested to see Kahnso hard at work and not pay much mind to the girl on the table but the queer fame still interested and enthralled her, and on that little high she grabbed Kahnso by his big, weird fangs and yanked him down for another wet kiss. She tasted her cunt on his breath and he likewise tasted his penis on hers. Spurred by their own flavors, they suckled and slobbered with Rika surprisingly taking point against Kahnso's overwhelming tongue.

More and more of Kahnso's hard shaft was grinding into Rika's tight pussy by the second. Its pink flesh glistened in the dingy lights of the bar and it drooled with the Pomeranian's slick and sticky honey. Kahnso raised his heavy paw up from Rika's leg to cup a breast and finger the crusting paint, leaving it gooey in some spots but flaking in others. Rika didn't care about the paint anymore and she just eagerly pouted her breast out into his palm. At the spur, Kahnso squeezed and made the little dog groan right into his mouth.

Both of Rika's paws stroked through Kahnso's mane but jerked whenever the rough grind of his cock brushed the threshold of pain. Even then she savored his merciless entry and found herself clenching with everything she had just to enhance that great stretch, and in time all sixteen inches of that cock ground into her for once. It hardly felt special to Rika except for when the tod's hips pressed up flush with hers; that was when a great rush of pleasure coursed through her body, spurred on by the realization that something massive was buried inside of her. To take that much meat was an incredible achievement for a small dog like herself.

Rika broke the kiss but Kahnso's long tongue rested in her maw seconds after the fact. Even once he slopped it out of her mouth, it stayed close by and dribbled runoff saliva onto her prostrate neck. "Oh god, ooh gawd," she whined as she writhed, her face contorting in the sweetest pleasure imaginable. Kahnso's fucking was far from fast or rough but it was dependable. Her tight pink walls milked him, groped his entire cock and did everything they could to keep that cock inside whenever he saw fit to pull it back. In turn, Kahnso's breathing had grown haggard and his slopped-out tongue wasn't for playful effect.

Rika watched Kahnso's red eyes roll back before the lids clamped down over them. She saw him slurp his tongue in and clench his jaws and she observed with a discerning eye as all of his muscles seemed to tense up. Then came the rougher grinds, the quicker fucking that signaled an orgasm. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me!" she squeaked to him in encouragement Once more she grappled with his hair, but he had straightened out too much for her to pet down his head. She settled for what hung around his neck and she batted and tugged it almost absently.

When Kahnso came, it was not without fanfare. Leading up to his climax were some of the sharpest bucks Rika had ever felt and in such rapid succession; a formerly quiet fuck soon resonated with wet smacks and sucks from the Pomeranian's tight snatch. Rika squealed blissfully and bucked back into him, gripping his arms for support so as to keep from being shoved off the other end of the spool. In the moment she didn't have anything else to say to Kahnso, she just whimpered and squealed like the horny little bitch she was and that seemed to get her message across.

Under his breath, Kahnso muttered something rude concerning Rika's pussy; the dog wasn't paying close enough attention to hear. Suddenly his grimace widened to show teeth, his nostrils flared and he bucked in to the limit as he dumped his nuts into the Pomeranian She had no idea how often he drained those heavy balls of his but it seemed like the climax they produced would never end. Seconds and seconds went by as hot and heavy fox jizz splattered into her cunt, soon overflowing her just to run down the rockstar's balls and drip to the floor.

The Pomeranian couldn't hold it in. The massive penetration was too much on its own but the incredible pressure that came with such an orgasm saw her roll back her eyes, clench her teeth and flare her nostrils in a more girly mirror of Kahnso's own blissful expression. Although her squirt was nearly indistinguishable in Kahnso's slop, the fox felt her release and found her pussy to be milking his still-dribbling shaft well into afterglow.

Kahnso shuddered and heaved spasmodically. He kissed Rika's lips tightly as the rush of his climax wore thin but the afterglow settled in hot and heavy. Rika wrapped her arms fondly around his neck and huffed with him, sharing breath and whimpering in dirty little bliss. "Aah, god," she whispered, "you fuck all your girls like that?"

"Mmf," Kahnso huffed. "Just the cute ones, babe." He turned to the crowd still blushing and glowing and said with surprising authority: "Get lost, show's over, lemme cuddle the girl in peace."

To Rika's surprise, they left, and Kahnso did in fact make good on his cuddling. Remaining safely embedded in her, he hugged her close and slowly sat back down on the bench. Wearing a content grin and wagging her puffy tail, Rika lay her head against Kahnso's chest and listened to the beat of his heart for a while.

When afterglow had worn thin for the both of them and Kahnso's meat had long since retreated into its fluffy sheath, Rika pecked Kahnso's chin and giggled. "I figured you'd run off as soon as you were done."

"Did you want me to?" Kahnso grinned.

"Nah," Rika murmured, though being thanklessly pounded and left sticky was some small part of the fantasy for her. "Cuddling is nice," she said truthfully. They shared a quiet moment. Eyes still wandered near but nobody stared. "So was it my paint?"

Kahnso chuckled and Rika's body shook with it. "Part of it was the paint, sure. But honestly, baby? It wouldn't have made a difference."

The Pomeranian settled against Kahnso and yawned. She didn't intend to sleep in his arms, however, even as cute as it may have been. Almost predatorially then, she remarked to the the fox, "Next time you play around here, you should look me up." She eased back, still sitting in his lap, and locked eyes with her coyest, cutest smile in play.

"I'd say no thanks," Kahnso mused. "But for my number one fan, why not, babe?"