Teasing the Devil

Story by Snow Shepherd on SoFurry

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#2 of Commissioned Work

A story commission for @Hollyalleycat on Twitter, who won the story commission contest after my book got published. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you have fun reading it!

ALL CHARACTERS USED WITH PERMISSION. NAMED CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR TIAGO ARE THE INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY OF THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.


TONIGHT ONLY

PEPPER COYOTE AT AMPLITUDE

WITH PERFORMANCES BY

NEEDLEZ AND DJ VALDIVIAN

Steven sighed. His wife had managed to get free tickets for them and their daughter, and if it wasn't for that fact he probably wouldn't have chosen to go. If there was one thing the Tasmanian Devil disliked, it was crowds. With so many people on the dance floor jumping around, he wouldn't be able to see anything with his short stature. At some point he knew someone would bump into him and wouldn't even notice. Not his idea of 'fun.'

But he wanted to support his wife and daughter. Margo had known Pepper since before they were married, and Eclair said all her friends would be here. If it was important to them, it was important to him. He was willing to suffer through one night of tightly-packed crowds for them.

The bouncer, an imposing black bull, checked their tickets. Steven looked back. The line went out the door and around the corner of the building. Just looking at all the people made him tense.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna need to check your purse," the bouncer said. Margo handed it over for inspection. The bull felt around for a moment, paused, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Alright, have fun in there," he said, and handed it back to her.

They entered the dim, smoky dance club just as the first act was finishing up. Needlez the bear was on stage rocking out to an original song on the banjo, and despite the dance club environment the crowd seemed to love it. Eclair's eyes lit up and she watched his every move. The black and white mutt had painted neon shapes on her black fur, which stood out in the UV light. His daughter was always the life of the party, and probably even liked crowds and people. She must have gotten that from her mother.

Margo put a paw on his shoulder. The raccoon gave him a warm smile. "Try to remember to have fun tonight, okay?"

"I'll try," Steven grumbled.

"Good." She kissed him on the lips. "I'm gonna go join my girls by the bar. Margo needs a margo!" She hurried off and waved to her friends who were already there; among them Steven recognized Yevon, a hamster/beagle hybrid, and Nix, a cow. They smiled warmly as she approached. Margo hopped up on the barstool they saved for her and said something to the bartender, a flamboyant-looking orange fox. She held up two fingers, and the fox brought out two margarita glasses. While he prepared the sweet drinks, a fox/golden lab hybrid Steven recognized as Liam came over to the bar and greeted Margo with a tight hug.

Needlez struck the last chord of his song and the crowd cheered. He thanked them warmly and gave them a wave, and as the applause started dying down he headed offstage.

The Tasmanian Devil shook his head and turned to Eclair. "Y'know, for calling them her 'girls,' most of your mother's friends look like--"

"Oh! I see Ryder. We wanna go congratulate Needlez before he comes out here. See you around, dad!" The canine bounded off to the other end of the room to join a green and purple shark hybrid.

"...men," he finished. He gave a frown. He wanted them to have a fun time tonight, but he had imagined them sticking near him instead of running off. Now what?

"Ladies and gentlemen," the MC annouced, "put your paws together for the one... the only... DeeJaaayyyy Valdivian!" The crowd roared as a leather-clad jaguar stepped onto the stage. The stage techs had set up a turntable and mixers for him. The feline waved at the crowd and hit a button on one of his machines. The air reverberated with a powerful thump, thump, thump, thump.

Already people were moving to the beat. Steven shook his head. All the DJ had done was hit a button, and people were dancing. There was no skill involved in hitting a button. What kind of tasteless people listened to this stuff? He looked over to see Eclair and Ryder dancing to the beat.

He rolled his eyes. Never mind. But it would never be the same as good ol' rock n' roll.

The dance floor really seemed to be hopping now--some species more literally than others. He recognized Rai, a black and white husky, convincing Kaljath, a tall black panther, to loosen up and break out some dance moves. It started with fist-pumping the air and slowly evolved into jumping and then a mad freeform as the beat intensified.

The music built up to a feverish pitch, and then suddenly got quiet and sad-yet-hopeful. A smooth female voice started singing:

"I feel the wind running through my fur,

Feels just like I'm flying,

Feels like a drug trip seeing her,

All alone I'm dying.

Come and take me away from here,

From the life I'm living,

Come and take me from my fear,

Let's make a new beginning."

The music built in intensity. Everyone was jumping with the beat. Louder and louder, higher and higher. It was quickly reaching its apex.

"Come and take me from my fear,

Let's make a new beginning."??

The tension built up suddenly released, and a triumphant-sounding electronic melody blasted through the club. Steven watched as people lost their minds. They loved this stuff. He looked down to see his foot tapping to the beat. Hmph. Maybe it's not all that bad.

He had never been to a concert like this before, and this was definitely giving him a new appreciation for the style. It probably took some level of skill to mix and arrange the electronic sounds in a way that made people want to move. DJ Valdivian had gotten the crowd fired up and ready for a fun night. Maybe he wasn't just some punk in a leather jacket.

He peered at the jaguar from across the room. He moved with the flow of his own rhythm, almost doing a dance behind his equipment. They made eye contact for a brief moment, and the DJ gave him a wink.

Steven had to look behind him to make sure there wasn't some super-attractive person next to him that the DJ was actually winking at. But no, it was him.

I'm not buzzed enough for this, Steven thought. He went to the bar--the other end from Margo so he wouldn't interrupt her time with her "girls"--and ordered two fingers of Southern Comfort. He took a sip and let the warmth wash over him. That's the good stuff. He spared another look at the DJ. He was still looking at Steven.

The set continued, and the people on the dance floor showed no signs of slowing their mad dancing. Steven ordered another drink--he was finally feeling his body start to relax and enjoy the atmosphere. It was fun watching Eclair, Ryder and Needlez partying and having a good time.

Valdivian's music slowly faded and the crowd roared in applause. Must have been his last song. He was almost disappointed he wouldn't get to hear more. The DJ smiled and waved at the crowd.

The Tasmanian figured he'd probably had enough to drink for now. "I'd like to close out my tab," he told the bartender.

"Sure thing!" the bubbly fox said. "That'll be twenty-three dollars and seven cents." Steven paid with his card and made sure to tip generously.

The stagehands wheeled away Valdivian's equipment and he hopped off the stage and into the crowd. People gathered around to shake his paw. He seemed surprised when a few of them even asked for an autograph, which he gave with a big smile. After people started dispersing, the leather-clad jaguar made his way through the crowded dance floor.

Straight toward Steven.

Before he knew it the jaguar was towering over him. "Hey," he said, "thanks for coming to see the show!"

"Welcome," The Tasmanian Devil said. "I'm mostly here for my wife and daughter. They're more into this stuff than I am."

"Well I'm glad they were able to make you come for a good time. Did I see you swaying to the beat a little?"

"A little. I'm usually not a fan of that style of music, but yours is actually pretty good, Val. Er, can I call you Val?"

The jaguar smiled. "You can call me Tiago. Valdivian's just a stage name."

They watched the stagehands setting up Pepper Coyote's equipment. They tuned the guitars, listening carefully over the hum of the crowd and the filler music.

"Your wife and kid are lucky to have someone like you supporting them," Tiago said.

"I try to do what I can for them. You got anybody?"

"My boyfriend. Wish he could have come tonight, but he had to work late at the bank."

"A banker, huh? I'm sure that pays well."

"It has its benefits, for sure. But he often has to work late and I don't get to be with him as much as I'd like. Especially with me traveling for my music."

"Yeah. I imagine that's hard on the sex life." Steven scolded himself. Why did I bring up sex with someone who was checking me out? Or were they checking each other out?

Tiago smiled. "We have an open relationship. It definitely helps stave off the loneliness. And it helps me meet some interesting people!" He put his arm around Steven's shoulder. To the Tasmanian's own surprise, he didn't shrug it off.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the MC said, "please welcome to the stage, tonight's main event... Pepperrrr Coyote!"

The crowd roared as the orange canine strode onto the stage and gave a wave. "Good evening everybody!" he said after the cheers died down. "I'm Pepper Coyote, and I'm sorry." The room chuckled.

"I wanna thank Amplitude for this amazing venue and amazing crowd. And I wanna thank Needlez and DJ Valdivian for some great opening acts. Let's hear it for 'em!" The crowd cheered again. Tiago waved.

"Now, to follow our last kitty performer, I'm gonna show you my Kitty... Don't take that out of context." Pepper gripped his pick tightly and began strumming. A distorted rock beat filled the air.

"Lucy I know that I didn?t tell you,

Where I was fallin? this time,

gimme an inch and I might take the whole white road,

and It?s not gonna be comin? for a while.

Where all the roses open I can find my shadow, a-a-a-a-ah,

In burst the ponding creatures waiting in my head.

Hey! My eyes are closin?, I can?t hear the music so let?s not make another mistake.

No broken whiskers, do you know what I mean? K-k-k-kitty kitty!"

"Hmm," Steven said, "good stuff."

"Agreed!" Tiago said. His tail swished with the fast beat. "So what about you? Are you in an open relationship?"

"Yeah, but I haven't really been with other people as much as Margo. She's always telling me I need to get out of my comfort zone and explore my sexuality more. But at my age I doubt anyone would want to do stuff like that with me."

Tiago smiled. "The only thing age means is experience. There's no need to be jealous of someone who has less of this kind of experience. I, for one, enjoy an experienced man. Hell, my boyfriend is a few years older than me, and that doesn't matter. He's perfect the way he is."

"Even so, I'm sure he's still not as 'experienced' as I am," Steven grumbled.

"Like I said, that doesn't matter to me. You're perfect the way you are."

The Tasmanian Devil turned away so Tiago couldn't see him blush. He watched as Pepper danced around the stage, never missing a chord as he moved with the passion of his music.

"Well, what do you say? Wanna go to one of these side rooms and do some 'exploring'?"

"I..." Steven rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a very, uh... handsome fella. But my wife would--"

He looked over to Margo. She was heading for them with a sly grin on her face. She gave them a wink.

"--...kill me."

Tiago chuckled. "Did you know the French phrase for 'orgasm' is 'la petit morte'? 'The little death'?"

Steven furrowed is eyebrows. "That's dumb. Why?"

"For the spiritual release. For the semiconsciousness during afterglow. For the separation from all the worries of life."

"Woah..." He shook his head. "Are you French?"

"Just as American as you. I'm from Chile, originally."

"Hmph. I'm no good with accents."

Steven looked back to his wife. She was making her way over to them, swinging her big hips side to side as she made her way through the crowd. "Hey there, boys," she said as she reached them. "Looks like you two are getting to know each other well. Hi, I'm Margo!" She extended a paw to Tiago.

The jaguar smiled, took her hand and kissed it. "A pleasure," he purred. "I was just talking to your husband about orgasms."

"I--..." Steven blushed.

The raccoon smiled warmly. "So forward! I like it. Planning on having any fun tonight?"

"I would certainly love to help people explore their wild side," he said, "but only if everyone is comfortable with it."

"You and Steven? Always, stud!" Margo frowned and looked at Tiago's bulge. "Though that would mean I don't get to experience this lovely thing. May I?" The jaguar nodded. She reached out and cupped Tiago's manhood in her paw. It gave an involuntary twitch. "Oooh, somebody's excited!" She rubbed her fingers against it in slow circles, earning a deep purr from the jaguar.

"Tell you what," Tiago said, "if both of you are okay with it, all three of us could get to know each other better in one of the side rooms."

Steven's eyes widened. "Like, a threesome?"

The raccoon grinned. "My my, honey, you certainly get right to the point. I'm definitely down for the idea. Steven?"

The Tasmanian Devil bit his lip. On one paw, he could finally explore what it was like to be with a guy. On the other paw, he wasn't sure if he liked the idea of watching his wife get fucked by the handsome jaguar. He knew there was no chance Margo would leave him for Tiago, not after this many years of marriage, but would the nagging doubt in the back of his head go away long enough for him to enjoy himself?

He let out a sigh. His wife wanted him to have fun tonight, and a threesome sounded a lot more fun than standing on the crowded dance floor while the two of them fucked. "Yeah. Let's do it."

Tiago grinned. "Excellent. I think one of the side rooms just opened up. Let's grab it before someone else does." Steven recognized Margo's friends Blade the cat and Alex the snow leopard leaving one of the side rooms looking sweaty. They kissed briefly on the lips before heading to the bar. Tiago led them by the paw through the mass of people until they reached the door standing ajar. Steven could already smell the scent of musk before they opened it.

The queen-sized bed dominated most of the small room, with a nightstand on either side and two chairs by the door. Empty beer bottles and empty condom wrappers littered the floor. It definitely wasn't Steven and Margo's honeymoon suite at the Bellerose, but it would be more than adequate for tonight.

"Now, has everyone been to the doctor recently?" Tiago asked.

"Yep!" Margo said. "Negative on everything except my outlook on life."

"Same," Steven said. Except maybe the outlook part.

"Good," said Tiago. "Still plenty of ways to play even if someone has something, but looks like we don't have anything to worry about tonight."

Margo hopped up on the bed and faced them. "Alright boys, close that door and give me a little strip show. On the double!"

Tiago shut the door and got to work. He removed his leather jacket and tossed it on one of the chairs. His tail still swayed in time with Pepper's music outside. Next he kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his tight jeans and let them fall to the ground. The jaguar now stood in front of them with nothing but a black jock strap and matching leather harness on his chest.

"Oooh, someone's kinky!" Margo teased. "Did you wear that knowing you'd be getting some action tonight?"

"I like wearing gear like this all the time," Tiago said. "And action is never expected but always appreciated."

"Just like tips?"

"Exactly. I love getting tips." He winked at Steven.

The raccoon evaluated her husband. "Come on, honey, off with those clothes! Or do you need some assistance?"

"I, uh..." He slid off his shoes and socks, but wasn't sure if he could compete with the jaguar's well-practiced strip performance.

Tiago was eager to help. He approached the Tasmanian Devil and reached out to unbutton his dress shirt. He slid it off over Steven's shoulders to expose his black fuzzy chest. Not missing a beat of the music, he knelt down and slowly undid the button and zipper of Steven's dress pants. They fell to the floor next to the dress shirt, leaving the Tasmanian standing there in only his green boxers. Tiago leaned in and bit the edge of the elastic. He lowered himself down, pulling the underwear down to Steven's ankles before looking up to examine his manhood.

Like other marsupials, Steven's balls hung above his penis. He was always self-conscious about this fact--that his junk didn't look like other people's--but Margo hadn't seemed to mind when they met.

Now, he expected Tiago to make some sort of comment about how "exotic" or "unusual" it was, but instead the jaguar reached out and started rubbing his stiffening erection with a paw. His grip was firm and warm, and as he worked it back and forth Steven could feel himself quickly getting hard. The Tasmanian didn't think his body would get so excited having a guy rubbing his junk.

"Any time you start feeling uncomfortable you just let me know and I'll stop, okay?" Tiago said.

"Okay. Thanks."

By now Steven was showing his fully erect six inches. He didn't expect to get this hard for a guy. Tiago leaned in close and licked his tip with his dextrous tongue. Steven gasped. It was wet and rough. He'd never experienced a feline's tongue before. His sensitive skin tingled with the new sensations, and his hips pushed forward on their own accord.

Steven looked over to see what his wife was up to. Margo had already disrobed and was kneeling on the bed in her panties and bra, watching them intently and rubbing her nipples with a sultry expression on her face. She gave him a wink. "Don't mind me! You keep having fun over there while I get ready."

Tiago opened his maw and closed it around Steven's cock. The Tasmanian grunted. It's so warm! He could feel the feline's tongue rubbing against the soft underside of his dick. His hips bucked forward and buried his shaft in Tiago's muzzle. The jaguar gave a soft chuckle and pressed into it. With the marsupial's balls located above his dick, they were now pressed firmly against Tiago's nose. The DJ inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with Steven's musk.

Steven's hips moved back and forth, rubbing his manhood against the jaguar's palate. His balls churned and his tip dribbled pre against the rough, wet tongue. Tiago's jaw clenched and unclenched, varying the pressure against his cock. He had never experienced anything like this before. He wanted more. His rhythm steadily built up. His balls were tingling. He wanted to shove his entire length down the jaguar's throat.

Tiago pulled away and returned to rubbing Steven's dick with his paw. "Don't want you to blow your load too early," he said. "We haven't even added Margo to the mix yet."

"Then come on over, boysh," the raccoon said in a muffled voice. They looked. Margo was kneeling naked on the bed with a blindfold over her eyes, a ball gag in her mouth, and her paws cuffed behind her back.

"Wh--... How did you do all that by yourself?" Steven said. "And when?"

"I've got a big pursh and a lot of practich," the raccoon said, nodding to her purse beside her. "Now come and lay on yer back, Tiago."

The jaguar gave a parting kiss to Steven's dick and climbed up on the bed. He lay down on his back with his head on the edge of the mattress. He grabbed a bottle of lube that had fallen out of Margo's purse and squeezed some out onto his paw. "Now, are both of you fine if I don't use a condom? My barbs usually end up poking through them." He slid off his jock strap and tossed it on the floor.

"She's on birth control," Steven answered for them, figuring Margo would have a hard time explaining through the ball gag. "There won't be any surprises."

"Good." Tiago slathered the slick substance across his erect manhood. It glistened in the low light. Steven didn't think he'd be so entranced looking at another man's cock, but at seven inches long and with those tiny fleshy barbs at the tip, he couldn't help but to stare.

Margo climbed on top of Tiago and straddled his dick. "God I want thish inshide me," she said. She rubbed her slit back and forth over his rod, stroking it against her sensitive lips and adding her own juices to the slick surface. "Mmmf..."

Tiago reached back and put his paws on Steven's hips and drew him closer. The Tasmanian Devil could feel the feline's hot breath against his sensitive member. "Come to papi," he purred.

Margo raised up her hips and positioned herself over Tiago's dick. She lowered herself slowly, letting its head part her sensitive lips and press against her entrance. With a grunt she pushed it inside. "Nnnf! Ohhh yessssh..." She shuddered with pleasure.

Steven's eyes narrowed. He knew they were all supposed to be having fun together, but he couldn't just stand there while his wife was getting fucked by another man. He'd have to show this newcomer in their lives just how he felt. He grabbed Tiago's wide head and thrust his cock into the jaguar's maw.

Tiago didn't miss a beat, almost like he expected this reaction. He leaned his head back to fit Steven's entire manhood in his mouth. He gave a deep purr, making the Tasmanian's cock tremble. It was like a fleshlight and a vibrator at the same time. Steen closed his eyes and started moving his hips back and forth, coating the inside of the jaguar's mouth with his juices. Fuck that feels good, Steven thought. He knew he was blushing underneath his black fur.

Margo lowered herself further onto Tiago's rod. She let out a breathy sigh as she worked herself slowly up and down. "God, thosh barbsh," she said. "It's like thish thing wantsh to punish me for drawing back out every time."

Steven felt Tiago chuckle around his dick. But the Tasmanian wasn't about to pull out to let the jaguar give a sultry reply. He shoved his length deep into Tiago's mouth. The feline wrapped his tongue around Steven's rod, practically massaging it as it went in and out. Every time he reached Steven's base, his fuzzy chin brushed against the Tasmanian's balls. With the extra stimulation, Steven knew that by now the jaguar's mouth was filling with the taste of his pre.

Margo leaned in and put her paws on Tiago's chest. "Mmf. C'mere, big boy," she crooned. She moved her big hips up and down, descending further onto the jaguar's rod each time. She closed her eyes and began rubbing her sensitive nipples with one paw. Tiago reached up to assist and started massaging her large breasts.

Steven's eyes narrowed. He leaned over Tiago and grabbed a pair of handcuffs he could see sticking out of Margo's purse. "Paws behind my back," he commanded. The jaguar complied and wrapped his arms around the Tasmanian's buttocks. Steven clamped the cuffs down over each wrist. Tiago's arms weren't quite long enough for Steven's dick to pull back out of his mouth.

"There's no escaping my cock now," Steven growled. "You can fuck my wife, but these boobs are mine to play with." He leaned over Tiago and put his lips against the supple skin. He sucked and licked her nipple, earning a shaky sigh of pleasure from his wife.

Steven thrust his hips forward and rammed his cock deep into the jaguar's mouth. He could feel the muscles clenching around his girth, milking it for more pre. The tiny barbs on Tiago's tongue tickled each time he pulled back, and the itch was relieved every time he thrust forward once more. It was like Tiago's body was trying to hold him inside--not that the jaguar had much choice, considering the handcuff situation.

"Mmmf," his wife grunted. Tiago had started bucking his hips, pushing deeper inside the raccoon. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. The tapered cock was spreading her wider and wider. She gasped as Steven nibbled gently at her nipples.

Steven couldn't get enough of her warm, supple flesh. They filled his vision completely. He could taste her sweat, could hear her gasping for more. He ran his tongue around her nippes, first one and then the other. Licking, kissing, sucking, nibbling, pulling. He made sure his wife experienced pleasure in every way he could give it.

Tiago's bucking was getting faster. His hips slapped against Margo's ass faster and faster. He was getting close. The raccoon threw her head back in ecstasy, relishing the fleshy barbs grinding against her insides. It wouldn't be long now. All three panted with exertion. The tense sexual energy could be contained no more.

"Mmmf!" Tiago thrust his hips upward with finality. Margo gasped as she was filled with the feline's hot juices. She grinded her sensitive lips against Tiago's base, milking the shaft for everything it had. A few more seconds of riding was all she could take before shuddering and reaching climax herself. Her sensitive organs squeezed Tiago's cock as their juices flowed, mixing together with the feline spunk deep inside her. She moaned and quivered as she rode out their mutual orgasm.

So hot... Steven thought. I'm gonna... I'm gonna...! He buried his cock in Tiago's muzzle and cried out as he hit climax. His balls clenched over and over as he shot his hot spunk deep down into the jaguar's throat. He could feel Tiago's mouth sucking at his pulsing shaft, eager to coax out every last drop of his semen, which he was all too happy to give. His sheath ground against Tiago's lips. His body wasn't going to let the jaguar off easy. Stream after stream shot down Tiago's throat, until he could feel his pace slowing and reluctantly subsiding.

The three partners panted hard. The smell of musk, semen and sweat permeated the air. The muffled sounds of Pepper Coyote's music filtered through the door and lulled them into their mutual afterglow. Steven was lost in the moment. All he could think about, all that really mattered right now, was right here in front of him. Nothing outside the walls of this room existed. Only their slowing breath and the lingering sensations of pleasure. La petit morte, indeed, Steven thought.

He was long overdue for a kiss with his wife. Steven undid the clasp on Margo's ball gag and slid off the blindfold. He pressed his lips against hers and held it there. He had never done anything like this with his wife, and they had both thoroughly enjoyed it. He helped her unlock her handcuffs and did the same for Tiago before stepping back.

Tiago coughed. Cum dribbled from his mouth. "Agh. Always hard swallowing from that angle."

"Sorry," Steven said.

"No apologies necessary. By now you know I like it rough."

Margo slowly raised up her hips and let the now-flaccid dick flop out of her. Hot juices streamed from her crevasse. "Mmmf... Such good boys. We're gonna have to do this again sometime."

"Again?"

"Well sure, Steven. Why not? I'm sure Tiago comes into town often enough that we can see him again. Plus, I'd love to see you two taking turns fucking each other."

"Like, anal?" Steven shook his head and smiled. "We'll have to see."

Tiago sat up and put his arms around Steven. "Sounds like a good time to me. I'd love to help you explore this side of your sexuality even more."

The Tasmanian Devil bit his lip. He had enjoyed this more than he thought he would. Who knew what else he would discover he enjoyed? "Alright. Next concert you have in town?"

Tiago smiled. "My pleasure."