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This vignette was written for Kemper as their patreon flash fiction for February 2018. It contains sexual acts between multiple women and a man, all consenting adults. :3

Flash Flooding

Kemper couldn't believe what was happening.

All night, all throughout the band's concert, that same thought had crossed his mind over and over again. He had repeated it like a mantra as the orgiastic, debauched fun of the night went on and on and on the feline male had told himself how impossible this was as though readying himself for the moment when he would wake up, or snap out of this deep, intense daydream into which he had fallen so hungrily. But, as he felt himself being led by one trembling hand onto the stage and into its wings, through stacks of instrument cases and amplifiers and other objects not yet tidied away after tonight's spectacular show, the more he was forced to confront the realisation that maybe this was all actually happening.

Maybe for the last three hours he had fucked and sucked and orgasmed his way through a genuine, real life orgy. And maybe now he was being dragged backstage by the squirrel band member with whom he had spent a single night some six months before. A night that had seemingly earned him a place at tonight's very special, very lewd concert. And a night which now he realised was providing yet more rewards even half a year later.

"In here."

The squirrel, naked from the waist down with cum and female ejaculate in equally liberal measures coating her face and much of the fabric of her loose fitting spaghetti strapped top, pushed open a door and swept the sabretooth male inside. He stumbled slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes widening more than was already the case as he was guided into what had to be a dressing room. Mirrors along one wall, guitars propped up on stands next to several mannequins dressed in hard rocking outfits, and upon the counters that ran around the edge of the room beneath the mirrors... the rest of the band. Or rather, two members of the other four, with the other two standing directly in front of those same portions of countertop, faces buried between their bandmate's legs.

"A-ah... stop f-for a second. Hey, Leslie, stop! Viola's back."

The vixen, lead vocalist of the band, grunted and giggled as she was forced to push the gecko guitarist away from her crotch with firm feet planted upon her shoulders. Even after the lizard was pushed away though, it took a few seconds before she stopped straining and trying to get back at her bandmate's crotch, eyes bulging and long, thick reptilian tongue flicking out at the air, desperate for another taste.

"Ohhhhfuck, Vi... g-good choice."

The band's drummer gurgled happily, clutching rather forcefully at the hair of the lioness and keeping her hard at work between the black labrador's own legs. She regarded Kemper's naked body, his trembling frame and his rock hard cock, throbbing and dripping at the sight of these five gorgeous women. She grinned as their eyes met for a moment and she saw the awe in his expression, not just awe at how hot they were, but from knowing who they were too. Kemper adored this band's music, and he deeply admired each of these women for their talent and creativity. And now... now he was in a room with all five of them. Alone with the band as they pleasured one another, seemingly the only member of the entire orgy to have been brought back here now that the concert itself was over.

"Tell the girls what you told me the night we spent together, Kemper..."

Cuddling up against the cat from behind now that she had closed and locked the dressing room door, the squirrel with whom Kemper had already spent one wonderful night of his life wrapped her arms around the male's torso and rubbed her fingers through the lush greyish white fluff of his chest.

"Tell them your favourite song from all our albums."

Her hands rapidly roamed further south, and before Kemper could utter a single sane word, he was howling in pleasure as she began to masturbate him, to stroke his cock in front of all her bandmates as they ceased their oral efforts, slid away from the sides of the dressing room and began to approach him like a pack of wolves stalking their already wounded prey.

"I... a-aahh... oh god. I love all your music, b-but... my favourite? My favourite song of yours is... f-flash flooding."

From behind Kemper, the squirrel keyboardist moaned loudly. All the other girls moaned too, but it was the labrador who skipped hurriedly ahead of her companions and approached Kemper directly. She moved forward until they were face to face, eye to eye. She growled tenderly, reached out, and grasped the male's swollen, well worked balls while Viola continued to stroke his cock. Kemper whined in pure ecstasy, and purred deeply as the dog whispered to him.

"I wrote that song. I know it's not one of our most well known tracks, but... the people who like it? We always like them the most. Tell me, cutie. What do you think that song's about?"

Kemper blushed, moaning and trembling in absolute delight as he filed away for life the undeniable truth that Lucie Townsend, drummer of his favourite band thought he was a cutie. In normal company he might have been embarrassed to answer that question, but he had been honest when he'd mentioned it to Viola during the night they'd spent together, and thus he couldn't be anything but honest about it now.

"I always felt t-that the intensity of the song was more passionate than dangerous. That it was expressing excitement, r-rather than the fear of an actual flood. City's burning, water's rising. Boiling deep inside.. Lines like that, t-they... I always imagined..."

His voice trailed off in a ragged groan as the squirrel release his cock, and as he looked over his shoulder to regard her, he noticed that as he'd stood eye to eye, locked into the black lab's own passionate gaze, the rest of the band had moved in closer. They were standing around him now in a circle, five totally or nearly naked bodies, all in a state of obvious arousal, so close that he could reach out and touch any one of them... just as each and every one of them were already doing to him. Caressing his arms. His flanks. His buttocks. His twitching tail. Everything but his straining member now that Viola had released it.

"What? What did you imagine?"

Vicky, the lioness, growled tenderly as she placed a hand on Kemper's right shoulder and pushed him down, her strong body easily guiding the other feline to his knees in a matter of moments.

"Tell us, Kemper. Tell us what you told Viola. What she told us you said."

The band's lead singer knew his name. Ariel Rosenthal, lead singer of the Moonlight Chorus, knew his name. That fact made Kemper's head spin, and made him glad he was already on his knees as she grasped and stroked his face, for he surely would have fallen to them if that hadn't been the case. Drunkenly in his overwhelmed stupor, he nodded.

"I... I thought it sounded like... l-like the whole song was about sex. But, not just sex. The build up... t-the intensity of your pleasure. A woman's pleasure. Getting stronger and more incredible, u-until..."

He cleared his throat, and quoted the song once again.

"T-the gates burst open, and the flash flood drowns it all."

He looked up at Ariel, eyes bulging as she not only grinned and nodded down at him, but very purposefully, very shamelessly reached down and began to touch herself as she did so. To finger her own pussy. To rub her own swollen clit, and to pleasure herself as the sabretooth cat stared up at her and her bandmates. Soon the labrador responsible for penning those intimate lyrics was masturbating too, as was the gecko, the lioness and the squirrel. Kemper's head span as he looked around at all of them, surrounding him and grinning, grunting, giggling and moaning as they all nodded to him whenever his eyes met with their own, and they all kept on masturbating with greater urgency and ever increasing excitement.

"Oh god... s-stroke yourself, Kemper..."

Viola whimpered on behalf of all the ladies as they masturbated in a circle around the cat, all five of the band members growling and moaning when Kemper obeyed and grasped hungrily at his cock, not just stroking it but starting to pump it feverishly up and down as he began to indulge himself, to let himself stare at all those dripping pussies, trembling naked bodies and pleasure stricken, beautiful faces all around him.

"Yes. O-oohh yes... w-watch me. Watch me get off. W-watch me finger my... ah! Aaahhhh!"

The gecko grunted and shrieked as she curled two fingers within her pussy and her hips jerked sharply as she struck at her own g-spot, a brief flood of juices dripping out around her digits as she forced herself to ease off, to hold back as her fellow band-mates picked up their own pace in an effort to catch up. They all began to moan and cry out to Kemper, vying for his attention, for his gaze upon them and their pussy alone as they began to get more and more worked up individually and as a group. Their hands were blurs upon their clits and within their pussies, and so too was Kemper's own paw as he jerked himself towards an orgasm that would have begun mere seconds after giving himself over to this situation had it not been for the several peaks he had already shared with others throughout the band's orgy earlier that evening.

Still, it wasn't all that long before the sabretooth cat began to pant and snarl in his own frantic excitement. It wasn't long before his tongue was flicking out almost unconsciously from his panting maw, mimicking what he wanted to do to each and every one of those pussies surrounding his face as the five women kept their hips just out of reach, just far enough from him that he didn't feel confident enough to crane his neck out and attempt to bury his tongue between any of the five sets of flushed, dripping wet folds. Much as they might have kept him from their nether regions however, it was perfectly clear to see that each and every one of the band's members was growing ever closer to letting loose of their own accord. It was written across their faces, in every motion of their writhing, bucking, shuddering bodies, and in every glistening stream of liquid running out from between their thighs.

"H-hey... Kemper?"

The sabretooth cat looked up at the labrador as her curvaceous form rocked and humped against her own fingers, her face alight with a mingled expression of amusement and pure lust.

"Wanna know e-exactly what I wrote Flash Flood about? W-what I... what we all did the night before I wrote it?"

Kemper's eyes bulged. He nodded. He whimpered. He wanted to cum. He wanted to watch all these beautiful women cum. But before that, more than any of that, he wanted to know what had in truth inspired his favourite song of all time.

Lucie grinned, and she nodded to her bandmates who moaned and whimpered and giggled back at her.

They all stepped closer to Kemper. Surrounding him. Legs pressing against him, crotches suddenly going from just out of reach to all seemingly like they were trying to hump at his head, at his flushed and panting face at the same time.

"I... I was right where you are now..."

Lucie moaned feverishly, Kemper only just able to make out her words over the lewd, shameless slurping of five sets of fingers grinding and rubbing and thrusting and fucking their way in and out of five soaking wet pussies.

"And t-the girls... my girls... they were all around me, just like this. We'd just played the best show of our lives, and we were all so psyched. All so worked up. W-we... we had to let loose. We had to blow off some excess energy. A-and... oh god, we didn't just let off a little steam. We... ah... ooohhhfuck... we l-let loose a... a fucking flood. A fucking i-incredible... intense... o-oohhhgod... it felt so fucking good. It f-feels so... so! Ohh god, girls. I'm gonna... I c-can't hold on!"

Feverishly masturbating themselves with one hand each, Kemper stared through glazed eyes as each of the band members reached down with their free hand and moved it not to their own pussy, but to that of the woman to their left. They reached out, spread apart the swollen lips of their bandmate and lovers' flushed pussies, and as they all thrust their hips forward at Kemper, as they all threw back their heads and shrieked at the top of their lungs in a cacophony of names, lustful curses and mindless howls of ecstasy, all five women dragged their fingers out of their pussies, rubbed feverishly at their clits for a few more intense, overwhelming seconds, and almost simultaneously began to squirt.

Kemper howled, Kemper gurgled and yelped and wailed in soaking wet shock and awe, and of course as Kemper was doused by five simultaneous surges of female ejaculate, receiving not just a facial but a body-soaking flash flood of multi-orgasmic juices, he too began to cum. He roared and shook and felt the hot streams of five separate female orgasms soaking him, raining down in sprays, squirts and torrents of hot, thickly scented liquids. He gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the hot juices pouring out over him as fast and as greedily as he could, far more spraying against his face and running down his naked, trembling body all the while. And through eyes that burned but didn't dare close he watched, ears perked and quivering as he listened to the five most talented musicians in the world not singing, but screaming their heart's out in the most beautiful chorus he had ever heard.

"Don't stop!"

He heard one of them shriek in a pleading wail to one of the others.

"A-again. Ohhh god, cumming a-ahhhhhhhhhhgain!"

He saw the vixen's fingers dip back into her pussy once again, driving feverishly against her g-spot in half a dozen merciless strokes over perhaps half that many seconds, before she withdrew it, sobbed and began to gush forth more liquids all over again.

"Yes! Oh, oohhh yes!"

He kept listening, kept on watching right up to the moment when a hand grabbed at the back of his head, dragged his muzzle forward, and stuffed it between her still trembling thighs. That wasn't where Kemper's night with the band ended. In fact, it was at that moment, in the immediate wake of that bout of female bukkake that the foreplay of the orgy between them all ceased, and the night itself truly began. But, that was most definitely when the flash flood ceased, and from that moment Kemper was so caught up, so lost in the full on river of pleasure that had swept him away in its clutches that he was barely able to recall what happened from moment to individual moment.

All he knew was that there were five incredible, talented and gorgeous women here with him, and that no matter what they asked or desired of him, he wouldn't stop... he wouldn't let himself stop, until he had satisfied them all. He wouldn't stop, or so his lust-stricken minded commanded him, until they were so spent, satisfied, and indeed so inspired, that tonight wouldn't just be worthy of its own song... but rather, an entire new album.

By Jeeves

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