We Await Silent Tristero's Empire
Poor spelling and grammar killing your ability to have some private time whilst reading the affairs of fictional furs? I know - it sucks! So fret not - capitalization and spelling reign (generally) supreme in this girl's world.
By the way, you have to be of legal age to read this, whatever that means in your hovel or hamlet. Seriously, I doubt you'd already be to this page o' smut if you weren't already legal or disregarding the law. So I'm off the hook. Wheee!
And remember, by reading this: you're tearing down the male-dominated world of literary smut. I know, I know...you feel special. This story is short and sweet - if by sweet, I mean dirty.
It's a tale of punk rock and blowjobs. Ha! That sounds like a Dwarves album. Or how the Stranglers wanted their career to go.
We Await Silent Tristero's Empire
A cloud of clove-scented smoke hovered temporarily around Coryl's head, then rose like a chosen saint into the ventilation units installed around the Light Step Club. Just off the edge of the dance floor, the gray pantheress leaned against the bar, her curving form alluringly-robed in low-riding jeans and a high-cut light blue t-shirt, emblazoned with the gangsta tag logo of local post-ska band Silent Tristero. Her tail swayed back and forth slowly, in a rhythm unconcerned with the music produced by the band onstage. A sweating bottle of imported ale sat beside her left elbow, and her eyes drifted lazily over the denizens of the hopping punk rock spot.
The band onstage was an exciting ska-core affair with horns ablaze, covering an early Beatles rocker in wonderful post-Third Wave style. The dance floor was filled an appreciative throng of the local hip elite, bobbing and weaving their way in four/four time, with fur dyed neon colors and paws adorned with glowing or studded bracelets.
Coryl stubbed her last clove cigarette out into an ashtray on the bar counter, and sighed contentedly. A perfect Friday night, enjoying the local sights - in the nicest bar in town to claim a "punk rock" moniker. Beer was fairly cheap, the line-up of bands always interesting, and the bathrooms kept sparkling per the orders of an owner whose love for punk rock didn't include its penchant for grime and grit.
And the boys - Coryl couldn't get enough of the boys. Her eyes traced the outlines of the males who strode past her, who in turn let their own eyes take a walk over her 5'7" frame - athletically-thin but endowed with a well-rounded pair of "feminine wiles" that pressed against her tight tee. Canines, felines, equines - the club was a diverse spot, and Coryl decided that she was going to give one of them a lucky night.
"Oh, oh!" Coryl heard the stuttered exclamation and felt a seeping wetness at her side. She turned to her left to see her beer overturned onto the counter, with its amber goodness lost in a puddle on the counter. The culprit whose exclamation echoed in her ear was a sheepish donkey whose own beer was clutched tightly in a hand just about where her bottle had been. She inferred that he had sidled up to make small talk, but had lost all claim of cool by knocking over her brew.
What confidence might have spurred the donkey to come talk to the beautiful pantheress was long since gone, and he was sheepishly mopping up with beer with a handful of napkins as he blubbered out an apology.
How asinine, Coryl wanted to quip - but she knew it might come off as a play on species terminology, and the last thing she wanted to be was a bigot. Instead, she stepped back and examined the embarrassed male - 6'2", a light brown colour, a cute face, well-toned but not-overmuscular, wearing a tight black t-shirt with the same Silent Tristero logo that graced her own. His blue jeans were held in place by a studded belt fastened by a large pistol-shaped buckle. Coryl wondered what his butt looked like - given what she could see in front, he was a nice catch all-around.
"Oh, I'll buy you another beer," he gushed, "I'm sorry - I just saw your shirt and wanted to come talk. I love Silent Tristero."
Coryl laughed amiably, the sound a silvery ring of bells. She put a paw over the donkey's and gave him a grin. "Well, I love them as well. I'm Coryl. What's your name?"
"Silenus. Nice to meet you, Coryl." he half-mumbled, ears drooping a bit out of nervousness - Silenus here wasn't exactly a smooth-talker, and it had taken him a good twenty minutes to go approach the feline wearing swag from his favorite band.
"Are you from town?" she inquired.
He shook his head no - he wasn't from River City, he was just in town visiting a friend, he told her as he managed to sop up the last bit of spilled beer. He turned to look for the bartender to order another brew, when Coryl rubbed a paw behind one of his ears.
"I've got a better way for you to make it up," she purred, placing her other hand on his crotch. A welcome swelling greeted her, and he lowered his head with even more embarrassment, sputtering out nonsense. She grabbed his pistol belt buckle and tugged him away from the counter, leading him to the restrooms in the back of the club.
The other patrons and employees of the club were oblivious to the quick seduction as the band onstage launched into a new song, a cover of the Magnetic Fields' "Book of Love," done so blasphemously loud that the composer with his art-school aura might've died from shame - or declared it "deliciously ironic."
The Light Step Club was, like many punk rock establishments, an organic place. The building had once been a downtown ethnic restaurant that was hastily-erected and poorly-designed - there was originally only one bathroom, but four closets. When that diner closed and the Light Step originally opened twenty years ago, the first owner converted one of closets in an additional bathroom, and as the club changed hands over the years each subsequent trustee followed suit and by the present era there were now five well-scrubbed, quirky single-occupant latrines - stickers adorning the doors, but the insides kept hospital clean by the current neat freak who owned the place. Coryl led Silenus to the one further away from the bustle of the showroom and locked the door behind them.
With one hand still on Silenus' buckle, she slapped his ass hard - it was tight and solid. Silenus let out an undignified squeak.
"Okay, let's see what you're packing." Coryl slipped a paw between his legs as the other moved undid his buckle deftly and pulled his zipper down. Straining against a pair of plaid boxers was a nice-sized affair - most equines Coryl knew bragged of having gigantic, world-shattering cocks, but most of them once undressed revealed something maybe just a bit above average.
This donkey named Silenus was bearing a thick fellow slowly swelling to near nine inches, and Coryl's eyes widened at the prospect. She pulled it out of the undergarment constraining it and played her fingers along the hardening length. Silenus let out a quiet yet pleased whinny.
"Alright, cowboy - that's a nice pistol you got there. If you want to fire it, well..."
Coryl stepped back to lean against the sink, pulling her shirt over her head. Short-furred, silvery-gray breasts held back by a barely-there bra greeted Silenus' eager eyes. As she stretched hands behind her back to release her beauties, she glanced deliberately down to her crotch and nodded to Silenus.
"You want me to have fun with yours, have fun with mine. And show some style."
Silenus nodded sheepishly and knelt down, unbuttoning Coryl's jeans to slip them down to her ankles. Her feminine pleasure was covered by a tight lime green thong, and as Silenus gingerly pulled it down to rendezvous with her jeans, Coryl let out a warm sigh. Silenus looked up to see her breasts fully exposed, her right paw working right breast vigorously. The other paw had taken hold of his head, and was pushing him forward to her moistened privacy.
"Have at it, Silenus - start off like a gentleman."
Silenus was no virgin, but he had never performed oral, never tasted a vagina before - so he grimaced a bit before offering a tongue to the lips whose surrounding fur was moving toward drenched by the second. He found it was much better than the magazines, and much wetter - his long, broad tongue played gently against her private lips, pushing into the inviting folds of her fragrant sex.
"Oh, yeah," Coryl purred, as she curled her legs on top of the young man's shoulders, pushing her ass into a comfortable position on the sink. She began working her lap against the donkey's face, lightly pushing with her paw to bring him deeper. Silenus responded by giving her pussy a few broad, wide licks, rubbing his nose against her thighs. Her purring grew stronger, and he huffed out a sigh of pleasure. A soft, creamy smell welcomed him, and he wrapped his thick arms up and under her legs to steady himself.
His tongue found her clitoris, swelling and revealing itself gently yet eagerly. Coryl cooed softly as he brought tongue to clit, then pulled it back to explore the inner lips and the outer folds, returning suddenly to the sodden clit. Drool and her juices pooled on his chin as he began exploring deeper and deeper into her valley, and soon he began an unpracticed slurping that pulled on her clit and sent ripples along her body.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered, "Oh, baby - who's my bitch?"
With his face stuck deep in her recess, Silenus could only bubble out a reply - but the warm sensation sent another round of shivers through Coryl's quaking body. He settled into a steady clockwork path around her crotch, slipping in and out of her folds, stroking her clit with his tongue. He was rough, an amateur - but that only cranked Coryl's motor more.
"Oh, bitch, do that slurping again. It's so cute." she murred as she watched his head shift and bob. He began licking her wildly, with broad swathes - sloppy, drooling swathes.
She pressed her paw harder against the back of his head, purring and hissing out commands to her "little bitch," until she stifled out a cry and pressed him firmly against her crotch. His eye widened in surprise as he found himself strong-armed against her thighs, as she let loose a loud mewl and grabbed one of his tall ears with her free paw, stroking it and squeezing it.
"Oh, fuck, you're THERE," she exclaimed, holding him for a few wet seconds more before she pulled him back, letting his lips drip off some drool redolent of her spices.
"My, oh my," she whispered, patting his head. She nodded to the toilet, meticulously white. "Drop the seat and have a seat. It's your turn."
Silenus padded obediently to the toilet, finding it wrapped in sanitized plastic (Coryl wondered if the over-clean club owner had a coke habit or something). As he settled into position, Coryl smiled to see his hard length of donkey cock extended longingly at her. It was much too much for anyone but a deep throat expert to try taking fully, but after that little "eat-out" session, she felt she owed the willing donkey a good time. She stripped off the rest of her dangling garb and dropped to her knees in front of the donkey on his throne.
Her hands began at his knees, and slid slowly up his legs until she was cupping his maleness at its base. She leaned forward and slid her tongue from the bottom of his cock to its tip, coating it with a good glistening of saliva. Her skillful hands began massaging the wet dick, and Silenus moaned appreciatively.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, baby?" she cooed it out, knowing the answer full well.
"Maybe," he stammered, "You could start lower?"
"Oooh!" Coryl squealed playfully, "What a forceful boy! How about this?"
She pulled his member up and took his balls lightly in her lips, working on them slowly. He moaned out louder, resting a hand on her head. Coryl let loose his balls to lick her lips, then returned to the thick, bulging donkey-sac to suck a sizeable portion into her mouth, massaging them wetly with her tongue.
"Coryl, oh, oh," he called out, settling back against the wall.
Coryl began running her tongue up and down his cock, calculating how to approach such a monster. One paw was cupping his balls as the other worked it way to his broad chest, playing with nipples and pressing against muscles. Finally, she wrapped her lips around his tip, and he greeted the movement with a swift intake of air, his balls tightening up in her hand.
Murring alluringly, she coated his tip with her saliva as she sucked and licked, sucked and licked. His eyes rolled back wildly, tail swishing swiftly and ears stiff against his head. Slowly, she began working her way down the length of the throbbing member, moving down then pulling back suddenly, bobbing expertly. His cock was salty and a bit sweet - it was warm and rewarding as she invited it deep into her mouth. At last, she pulled back with a wet pop and let drool roll out of her mouth and drip down his cock. She began rubbing it against her breasts, letting him feel each firm, round mound in succession.
"Silenus," she murred, "Take that sopping wet cock in your hand."
He looked at her with cloudy eyes and complied. His dark donkey penis was slick with her spit, and some of her saliva was pooled underneath his balls on the decorative top of the toilet.
"Now," she cooed, "Smack me with it."
Silenus cocked his head at her with curiosity, but at the sight of her panting tongue and drool-laden chin, he began tapping her forehead with his wet dick. When she purred invitingly, begging him to smack her with his big manhood, he grew emboldened, rubbing his member against her extended tongue, pushing it against her eyes and nose - finally, he began smacking it firmly against her face, again and again, a wild grunt rising from his throat. The musky, sweaty, strong smell of maleness was against her face, and she began tilting to her head to intercept the cock with tongue and lips.
"Ooh, Silenus - you're so big." Coryl purred as the wet, hard rhythm of the cock made her wonder how Silenus would feel buried deep with her, leaning over her as he straddled her with both of them on all fours, his chest against her back.
Finally, a deft motion of her paws intercepted the flying cock and brought it back to the welcoming warmth of Coryl's mouth. Her head began dutifully bobbing, augmented by a firm hand from Silenus who had been emboldened by the cock-slapping to express himself a bit more in the session. Coryl began running her tongue back and forth along the underside of his thick, throbbing dick as she moved further and further down, relaxing her throat to take as much as possible.
When the pantheress found herself halfway down the cock, she brought her paws up to encase the rest of the member and rub it skillfully. In response, Silenus began bucking up from the seat, pushing the cock hard against the inside of her welcoming maw. As she felt his climax building, she brought a hand down to his balls, firmly squeezing balls and pressing a single finger against his taint as she hummed the vocal melody of a Silent Tristero song to treat him to an unexpected sensation.
It was too much to resist, and the braying donkey hit climax, erupting into her mouth. Like a geyser brought forth, his hot, sticky seed gushed into the throat and mouth of the murring pantheress who continued sucking and gulping and stroking long after the cum storm had slowed to a steady spurting and then trailed to nothing. A good five minutes passed as she continued licking and sucking, milking out his cock until it rested spent against his thigh. She gazed up at him with sly eyes as she licked from his balls to the tip of his dick in a slow, final arc, then stood up to rub her breasts in his face and turn back to the sink.
"Normally, I'd let you celebrate by pulling you out and having you mark my pretty little face" she purred as she pulled on her outfit and splashed drool from her face in the sink. "But not here, in a public place. Though," she turned around with a swish of her tail to face the sweating, spent donkey sprawled on the toilet, "I'd love to see if that sweet meat of yours feels good jammed up innocent ol' me. How long are you in town?"
"As long...as long as you want me to stay." Silenus stammered.
Coryl laughed, thinking of the prospect. She'd always wanted to find a thick-cocked shy guy to mold into the kind of robust fucker who'd hold her down and thrust himself into every hole she had to offer. She pulled a piece of paper from a pocket and scrawled her cell phone on it.
"Call me, stud."
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