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The steady beep of the EKG machine is the only reason I'm still in my right mind; the only reason I know he's still there. I squeeze his paw and he doesn't squeeze back. He doesn't swat at me when I pinch his nipple and he absolutely hates that. He'd once threatened to shoot me in the foot if I ever did it again. I'd welcome that bullet if the wolf would just wake up.

I've spent most of the past two weeks sitting on my knees at his left side. Nurses have offered me food, but I can't eat. All I've been capable of is tossing and turning on the couch-bed in the hospital room and kneeling next to the bed he's been placed on. I can count on one paw how many times I've been able to look at his face. The bullet passed through his head on the upper left, just missing his eye by about half an inch. The night we drove him to the hospital, his gray fur and shoulder length black hair had been colored red with blood. I look at my paws and for a moment, I'm there again, covered in his blood. The vision shakes me to my core and I fall back on my rear and scurry back against the wall, quietly weeping.

"Ace... please wake up!"

Months before...

"Thank all of you freaky, nasty, disgusting, fantastic, beautiful, wonderful sons-a-bitches for coming out tonight!" Ace, Acid Ace as they knew him, shouted into his microphone. The crowd went nuts and he held his arms out to receive their applause. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his shirt wrapped around his other paw and pointed to me. "Thank you, freaks! Now you know I'm only half this act. Give it up for my sound man, Wayn Witch Noiz!" he said, climbing up onto the island built on the stage where I was set up.

A tawny mountain lion appeared on the massive flat screens around the arena, but for a few moments, I was too distracted by Ace's white boxers clinging to his ass with sweat to notice myself up there. Ace reached into my sound cage, past the laptops and keyboards that 'floated' around me and gave my shoulder a shake. I played off my staring by pretending to have a computer issue, then looked to the camera mounted in my cage. I traced arcane sigils in the air with my left index and middle fingers, then brought them to my lips and out to the camera as a peace sign - my signature salute to our fans.

After playing all day to the screaming crowd, we were finally done and it was time to get silly. I changed a few settings on the keyboard at my right knee and started playing porno music while Ace slowfucked the sound cage. While he stared at the crowd, I stared at the damp imprint of his dick against the front of those thin white boxers. You'd think he was doing it to get me all riled up instead of the audience's girlfriends and the producers.

Ace was gone then, leaving nothing behind but his sweet smell. It was probably for the best. He was making it really hard to play porno music while he was performing solo porn in front of me. He managed to dart across the stage before the stagehands could get close enough to stop him from tugging down the front of his track pants to show off his shiny black pubic fur. The stagehands got to the middle of the stage and he ran at them, sliding between their legs on his belly. On the other side now, Ace began to make the stage his bitch, slowfucking the floor now. He sprang to his feet and popped his dick at the scrambling workers through his loose fitting pants. I changed the song then to Salt-N-Pepa Push it and the wolf started doing their dance toward the stagehands. The crowd roared like mad just before the workers finally got their paws on Ace and carted him off.

"Good goin' guys, now get me outta here before these bitches try to rape me. G'night everybody!" he called out in one breath before he was offstage. I hung my head and laughed.

I pulled my mic down. "Thanks again everyone! You're the best!" I shouted, answered with another wave of applause. The arena lights came back on and the fans begrudgingly made their way out. The stage went dark and the island I'm caged on slides backstage while I turn off the laptops. Burgundy curtains circle and the back lights come on so that the workers can get me out. There's an emergency release that could get me out in a second, but it knocks down one of the walls with two computers on it. There's no crisis, so the process takes about five minutes, time I spend reliving Ace's body near mine.

"HEY BUDDY!" someone shouts, rattling the sides of the cage and shaking me from my reverie. When I see its Acid Ace, I snatch the keyboard into my lap to hide the hard lump there from him. "How great was this fucking night, huh?!" he continues to shout, hopping up and down on the chain-link walls and making it difficult for the staff to work. "Oh muh Gawd! It's gonna be hell getting out of here without these bitches ripping us apart and I fucking LOVE it!" the wolf growls through his teeth, violating my precious sound cage. I don't mind it, though. Actually, I wish it were me.

The sound cage's door swings open, but I sit for a moment. I don't usually unhook the laptops and keyboards, but I need a few moments. Ace doesn't make it easy, either. The super amped rapper came around to the door and leaned against it. When he raises his shirt to wipe his face again, I stare at his body. His fur clings to his body with sweat from his high-energy stage routines and his muscles are killing me. My eyes drift down to his waist, but immediately dart away. Ace's boxers are still down to his hips and if I keep looking at his man-fur and trying to imagine what else is there, I'll never get out of the cage.

"Pay attention, bitch!"

My ears flick and I stop pretending to bother the settings on the keyboard hiding my arousal. "Huh? What'd you say?"

"I got you dickmatized, huh?" he jokes, twisting back and forth at the waist so his endowment would smack his hips. He has no idea how right he is. "I asked if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight or just get a couple sixers and chill in the hotel."

For me, it's a no brainer. Even if he doesn't know how bad I want him, I can't pass up the chance to have him all to myself. Ace is even more attractive with a few drinks in him. On stage, he may walk around with a 40 in his paw, but it's usually filled with a couple energy drinks or apple juice. Just for looks. The truth was that Ace was a lightweight and had a habit of losing his clothes after a few drinks. No one but me would be seeing that tonight. "Let's stay in, dude. You're a naked drunk."

The wolf let out a barking laugh and grabbed me by the paw to help me from the cage. I wasn't particularly ready to move, but I managed to get the keyboard arm out of my lap before he broke it getting me out.

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"You know, one of these days, they're gonna just drop the curtain on us when we start bullshitting at the end of a show." I say to him before taking another long drink from my Pabst Blue Ribbon while he laughed.

"Nah, the bitches love it, and not just the ones with tits." Ace shot back, already starting to slur after his second Bud. "The men watch my body. Like I'm their professor. Taking notes on how I move. They know that they're the lesser." he stammers out.

I almost spit out my beer to laugh at him. "Yeah yeah, save it for the stage." It always impresses me how he can spit rhymes even when he's drunk. Just one more reason I'm so fascinated by him. The wolf's a genius.

He laughs and reaches over for his black book of rhymes and scribbles it in. I'm pretty sure it's illegible, so I make sure to remember it for him. He chucked the book onto his bed and grabbed the remote. "Le's watch a porno!" he shouts, trying to work the remote backward. "This show boring as shit!" The TV isn't on. He's been watching himself get drunk on two beers and me work on new beats on one of my laptops.

I have no problem with his idea, though. Naked women, plus Ace, plus beer, equals not only his usual drunken nudity, but most likely him touching himself. Haven't witnessed that in a while. I reach over and snatch the remote when I see him still trying to turn himself on with it. "Alright, let's see what they got."

"Reverse gangbang!" the drunk wolf said, bouncing up and down on his bed with his pillow in his lap. "One dick, five chicks!"

"Calm your ass down." I say as I flip through the pay-per-view list.

While I'm looking to fill his request, Ace stands up and jumps in his bed a few times, then springs off and stumbles into a wall. The wolf falls back onto his ass on the floor and snatches his duffel bag. Clothes fly from it and I duck just in time to avoid his leatherbound book of CDs DVDs and bootleg porn. "Found you!" he says, holding up a bottle that was too big and conspicuous to not be laughed at. A huge, cylindrical bottle with a pump on the top and a black and white label that reads 'Anal Lube'. Good to know he's prepared to make my dream a reality, but I know he got it just because it was funny and practical and it made the chick at Spencer's stare at us.

I shake myself and look to the TV again. "Got something." I put my laptop down on my bed and get up. "I'll put it on in a minute. I wanna shower."

The moment the words left my lips, the wolf sprang back to his feet and chucked his bottle of lube at me as a diversion. "Me first, bitch!" he shouts, stagger-running to the bathroom. I love how playful he is when he's drunk, but Ace uses all the hot water in the state at every hotel we go to. Him showering first is out of the question and I vault over his bed in time to get wedged in the bathroom door with him, fighting to get to the shower.

"No frigging way, Ace! I'm going first!" I roar at him, but I can hardly sound menacing with how funny the predicament is.

"Canines first, Wayn! It's in the BIBLE!" When I don't relent, he takes a gamble and releases his grip on the door frame. The wolf quickly turns toward me and pins me against my side of the frame and dry humps me - though not technically dry since he was still sweaty. The gambit pays off and I'm distracted long enough for him to get in the shower before me. Damn would-be stripper. "But hey, here's a consolation prize! MY ASS!" he laughs, dropping his trackpants and boxers. The wolf leans against the wall and spreads 'em like he's being searched. He waggles his ass mockingly at me before kicking the frosted glass door closed and turning on the water.

I readily admit that a cold shower later is an okay price for what I just saw, though a good stroke in the hot water would be ideal for the crazy bulge in my underwear. I clear my head as best as I can and go back to my bed and grab my laptop and another beer.

Twenty minutes and certainly no hot water later, I get up from my work and pound on the bathroom door. "Come on, Ace! I wanna shower sometime before our next show, too, you know!"

"Shut your fucking face!" he calls back.

"I will come in there and kick your drunk ass!"

"Don't got the balls, bro!" He's laughing now. Under sober circumstances, he'd be right. I've been told by several people, including our producers, that I'm gutless. I have six beers in me though. I rattle the doorknob and find it locked, but that doesn't dissuade me. A quick stagger across the room and I'm picking the lock with the room key. The door swings open while I hold on to the knob for balance. "What the hell, man?!" he slurs out.

I'm not prepared for what I see, but it certainly explains why there's never any hot water. With the shower still going, Ace stood in front of the mirror with a comb in one paw and an electric shaver in the other, both at his crotch. The wolf was about halfway through shaving an explosion pattern in his pubes. We stood there for a collection of moments, staring utterly horrified at one another. While I considered how I would react, Ace burst into laughter.

"Got you dickmatized for real this time, huh?" he manages to get out, falling against the wall behind him to laugh some more. When I still can't react, he holds out the shaver. "Y-your hands' steadier'n mine. Finish me up."

I quickly launch into calculation. I want nothing more than to take the shaver and get face to face with the wolf's package, but if I just go for it, it looks suspect. This moment has to end with me taking those clippers, but how do I do it without -

The clippers are in my paw. Ace has reached out and closed my fingers around them.

"Come on, dammit! It'll grow back uneven if you take too long!"

I stood there and stared for a long few moments and before I could stop myself, the alcohol set something devious into motion. I nodded. "Alright, I'll do it. But come over here." I tell him, helping the wolf to his feet. We walk over to his bed and I get him to lie down on his back.

"Make sure you get'em straight so it don't look fucked up, kay?" he slurs.

I grabbed two more of my PBRs and sat down. Ace was already off his ass, but I couldn't be too careful. I gave him a beer and sipped the other myself. Halfway through my beer, I leaned over and rested my left paw on his hip to steady myself while I started to shave the rest of the pattern into his man-fur. While I worked, I let my wrist rub against his dick and grinned when he squirmed some. The gray wolf disguised a pleased murr by taking a long drink from his beer. I'm not fooled though. The can may hide his face, but not his slowly swelling wolfhood.

"Fuuuuck, Wayn." he moans, trying his best to sound annoyed. "You gotta be all on me like that?"

"You want this to come out right, don't you?" I reply, adjusting where my wrist is and intentionally rubbing against his dick with it. My own cock had started to poke through the hole in my boxers, but it didn't matter, Ace couldn't see it the way I was sitting and if it could, he wouldn't remember it later. I'd been done shaving the pattern for him for a while now, but I pretended to continue. I turned the shaver in my paw so that it vibrated against his dick and I saw his right paw tense and grasp at the covers beneath him. His eyes were pinched shut, probably thinking of dead kittens or something, but it's too late for that to work. Within moments, he's fully erect and I'm less than a foot from it.

"I... uh... Well..." he stumbles. Ace's gray fur doesn't hide his blush very well. I glance up and see his eyes are half lidded and struggling to focus. I move my free paw toward his rock hard length and slowly run a finger from the tip down to the base and he shudders and squirms under my touch. The fact that he hasn't kicked me away from him confirms that he's so gone that he won't remember anything that happens for the rest of the night, and it's only slightly past eleven.

The gutless mountain lion that Ace, our producer, and other members of our crew know - the logical part of me that knows this is the greatest risk I've ever taken - is struggling to make me see reason, but I'm almost as drunk as I've gotten Ace. That gutless feline tries to keep me quiet, but Witch Noiz grins and says. "Ace... you horny, boy?" When he begrudgingly nods, I continue lightly running my finger up and down his cock. "You like when I do this?" I took his whine as a yes, but couldn't seem to make myself continue.

I felt silly now. I finally had the chance to do what I'd wanted for so long and now I was hesitating. Here I was with Acid Ace squirming and clawing at his sheets - anyone would kill to be where I was now - and I couldn't seem to make another move. Suddenly, I was gutless Wayn again and the only thing keeping me from running away screaming to my bed was the alcohol in me. I could sit there over him, three inches from the wolfcock I'd been eyeing for years, but I that was it.

"D...don't...sto..." he mumbled in his haze, closing my paw around his dick for me. I looked up and the need in his face was shocking. I've been around Ace all my life and I'd never seen that look on him - like it'd cause him physical pain if I left him alone right now. I couldn't stop now if I wanted to, slowly stroking his length.

"Want me t'get you off, wolf?" I say, giving his dick a squeeze. Ace bites his lower lip and nods. With both his paws still closed around my one, the wolf begins to work his hips into my grip. "Aiight, aiight, I gotcha." I climb up all the way onto his bed and get between his legs. Now I'm staring down eight inches of red wolfcock. Now or never. I tell myself before the descent.

I'm out of my body then, watching Acid Ace's cock disappear into my mouth. I see myself take one of his paws - tearing at the sheets - and place it on the back of my head. I feel it there, but the disbelief doesn't break until I feel his dick at the back of my mouth, prodding at my throat. I'm back in my body again and I see those shiny black short-hairs that he loved to show off to our audience barely an inch from my eyes. Ace's fingers curl slowly in my hair. He's too drunk to firmly grasp my head and properly facefuck me as I'd always dreamed he would, but this was just as good. My tongue wrapped around his cock and I slowly picked my head up.

With one paw on his belly, I can feel his muscles tense and relax under his fur. I use it to gauge how right or wrong I'm doing this. I can't help being painfully aware that I've never sucked a dick before and the person I want the most is my guinea pig, but the way the sneaky wolf slips in a thrust of his hips from time to time lets me know I'm doing okay at least. I can feel his knot forming just beyond my lips when he's prodding at my throat and I use my free paw to give it a little squeeze. Ace lets out a whine and curls his fingers tighter in my hair. With a buck of his hips and a jet of clear pre on my tongue as affirmation, I do it again.

"Use 'ur teeth..." I hear him slur out. I nod and gently drag my fangs over his ever-swelling knot and halfway up his cock, circling the other four inches with my tongue. When I glance up to measure his reaction, I see the wolf's left paw frantically grasping at the air over the nightstand between our beds until his fingers find a half full beer can for him to try to hide a moan with. I pull away and his fingers curl tighter, pulling my hair now.

"Relax, man. I'mma finish you up." I say to him as I reach up to take the beer from him (letting him take a few sips before, of course). "Here, lemme get there." I help him move from his spot in the bed so I can lie where he was with him on top of me. Immediately, Ace gets the idea and grips the headboard. I get my wish and the gray wolf's dick is down my throat again as he thrusts into my mouth. The back of my head hits the headboard with each buck of the wolf's hips, but the concussion would be worth it.

With him free to facefuck me at his own pace, I don't dare let Ace's knot into my mouth any near my fangs, but he doesn't make it easy. The drunk dog doesn't quite care at the moment, so I raise a paw up to his dick to act as a catcher's mitt for the baseball sized appendage. He may be too drunk to remember this incident in the morning, but the damage my teeth could do now would certainly raise questions. I breathe him in each time his crotch is in my face and wish I'd made my move before he'd showered. The wolf's shampoo smells good, but I'd rather smell him. Another time, maybe. I give his knot a squeeze and Ace lets out a whine, clawing at the headboard behind me.

While he gives me the best possible view of the manscaping I'd done for him, I reach down to take care of my own aching member. Over the past few minutes, the front of my boxers has been completely soaked through with precum. I wrap my fingers around my dick and stroke it slowly while my tongue does the same to Ace's. I could feel his thrusts becoming more desperate and the jets of pre coming more frequently. The wolf was as close as I was. I closed my fangs just slightly on his dick and he took in a sharp breath.

"F--ffuck, Witch...." he stammered out. "I'm... I'm 'bout to..." Ace tried to pull away from me, but my free paw connected with his ass with an audible smack, holding him in place. I felt that ass tighten as he let out a howl, shot after shot of hot, salty wolf cum filling my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but as I'd witnessed before when he was too drunk to remember, Ace could drown a small animal with how much seed he produced. I coughed and sputtered when it became too much, letting his cum dribble down my chin. Moments later, my toes curled and I returned the favor, covering his back with my own hot seed.

As Ace's dick slipped from my lips and we both caught our breath, the wolf stared down at me with those, drunken, half-lidded gray eyes. He lowered himself to me slowly until we were face to face. I felt my heart speed up again. I feared he'd somehow sobered up in the past few moments. I braced for whatever was in store for me for taking advantage of my stage partner, but nothing ever came. The wolf fell against me, snoring. I was pinned to the bed by Ace's warm, sweaty body, so escape was impossible now. If he didn't remember what happened tonight, he'd certainly question what he awakened to in the morning. For now, I would enjoy what was left of the night. I put my arms around him as he curled his fingers in my hair. As I ran my paws up and down his back, I felt my cum there in various places and grinned. A few moments later, I was asleep like the wolf on top of me.

-Early the next morning-

Ugh... my vision is still blurry and I don't dare stand up. It's still dark outside, so I have time to finish sleeping off last night. I move to turn over onto my belly, but find something in my way. My arm was around it when I woke up. I thought it was a pillow, but pillows don't breathe... or purr. I looked across the room to Wayn's bed to find it empty, then my blurry vision settled on the firm, breathing , mountain lion shaped pillow, snoring softly under my arm, holding my paw in his.

Whatever. It'll get sorted out.

I bury my muzzle into his shoulder and go back to sleep.