The Party - Meeting the Band
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Now that Rob and Dawn have rested up, Trisha escorts them to the place where they will meet their next partners, but it's too bad they won't be able to hear the Thunder F*cks perform...
All characters are 18+
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Rob sighs as he pushes himself up. “Guess that means we’ll be missing the rest of the Thunderf*ck concert, then.”
Dawn catches a smirk on Trisha’s lips before her friend turns around.
“Follow me, please,” she speaks in a sing-songy voice. Looking to each other, Rob and Dawn hold hands and follow Trisha outside.
“Before we go to our next round, “Rob begins, “How in the world were you able to get Thunderf*ck here?”
Trisha waves him off as she opens the door to the back yard. “Oh, that? It’s easy when your husband went to college with Bane. They were in the same dorm and everything.”
“Unreal…” Rob says, but as he moves forward, he finds a slight resistance in Dawn. He stops and looks over his shoulder toward her.
“Something wrong?”
“Why are we going outside?” Dawn asks, standing behind her husband to keep any eyes off of her.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that, dear.” Trisha coos, “this is where your partners will be.”
“Ha! So I won’t be missing the concert after all?” Rob asks.
“Concert’s almost over, hon,” Trisha says, and as she steps out, the band finishes up their song and begin putting their instruments away.
“I… I don’t understand,” Dawn says, pressing herself up against her husband’s back. They just started.”
“Don’t you?” Trisha asks, stepping aside and making a sweeping motion for the stage. “I present to you your next partners, the real party animals of my swingers party!”
“M… metalheads!?” Dawn gasps.
“Fuck yes!” Rob says, grabbing his wife tightly and leading her out into the yard.
Dawn squeaks, turning bright red as eyes turn to face both of them, but Rob doesn’t seem to care as he streaks, his hardened member in view for all to see as they make their way up to the stage.
The band members stand along the stage, each of them checking out the newcomers. Fifi flutters her eyes, wrapping her tail around herself, her hair-fur covering one of her eyes while the other looks to Rob seductively. She dresses up in thigh high boots and a one piece that shows off the shape of her body. The black of her outfit does well to show off her bright fur.
Gadget, meanwhile, brushes her fingers through her hair and mutters a “Golly” at the sight of the eager human. She has streaks of black in her blond hair, and she wears a bikini top and ripped shorts. Swirling tattoos grace along her body, with a tramp stamp that is a red and blue oval with a lightning bolt running down the middle.
Bane’s face lights up when he sees Dawn, and an almost predatory grin spreads over his face, showing off his white teeth.
Chase is the smaller male, and he could have been a runway model in another life. He wears a white fishnet top over his black fur, making a striking contrast. He smirks when he looks at Dawn, and wraps one arm around the neck of the larger male. “Nice catch,” he says, “Don’t you agree?”
“Well, I expect the six of you to play nicely together,” Trisha admits, walking up to the stage behind the two males. She then leans in and whispers again into Bane’s ear. “Warm her up, and then let her real pleasure explode.”
“Right, Missus,” Bane responds back.
“And Chase,” Trisha says, “he’s straight, baby.”
The cat rolls his eyes. “Well, then a double team on the girl, then?”
“Certainly,” Bane says, unfolding his arms and stepping up. “Hey, there. I heard you two need to get in the real partying spirit. Well, if you just come over here, missy, me and my bro can show you a real good time.”
Dawn shrinks into her husband once more. Rob, meanwhile ogles the girls, Gadget standing pretty much on display in her bikini top and torn shorts and Fifi blowing seductive kisses his way.
“What’s the matter?” Chase asks, his tail puffing up a little.
“Don’t like me cause I’m a cat?”
“Ah… it’s it’s not that!” She says.
“Stage fright, then? No worries,” Bane says, holding a fingerless glove out. “We’ll treat you nice, don’t you worry.”
“Ah… yeah, t-that, and…” she gulps, “I’m not a real, uh, party a-” she stops.
“Party Animal?” Chase says, practically hanging off of Bane now.
“Please, you’re not going to upset my fee fees if you use a term like that.
What? Do we intimidate you for other reasons?”
She slowly raises her hand, placing it in Bane’s big paw. The wolf holds her gently and kneels down, letting his tongue roll out onto her flesh. “Hey, we’re not punks. We just play them on stage.
In a blink, Chase detaches himself from Bane and finds himself
behind Dawn, giving her a push away from her husband. Rob is so enraptured with the sight of the two ladies, that he does nothing to protest, and soon, she stumbles into the waiting arms of the wolf, his body warm and his arms surprisingly fluffy. “Eep!”
“Hehe, sometimes you need someone to give you a push,” Bane says, placing a hand on the small of her back and letting her press up more against him.
“That’s right, girl. Relax a bit,” Chase says, pressing himself up against her, his fishnet and fur combo such a strange feeling, though his soft paws on her shoulders, gently massaging her is something else entirely. “After all, I see the look in your husband’s eye. In any moment now, he’s going to strike, and those girls are going to scream his name.”
“Just relax,” Bane says, leaning in once more, nuzzling his cheek against Dawn, “And let me and Chase take care of you…”
Dawn does as she is commanded, letting herself melt into the furry grasp of the two men. Meanwhile, while she is enjoying their touch,
Rob is stuck between two equally impressive women.
It’s Fifi who makes the first move. The skunk reaches around to her back and slowly pulls the zipper down. “You are quite the admirer, no?” she asks, her French accent slight, but there enough to enhance her exotic beauty.