Backstage with the Rock Queen
A continuation of the stories that have been done of Styve, the lucky/unlucky hero that has the power of luck and somehow seems to have everyone interested in him. In this case, it's one of my characters, Greta, though she might have an ulterior motive.
Commissioned by Catsithx
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Backstage with the Rock Queen For Catsithx By Draconicon
Styve's uniqueness often got him pointed at as someone that was 'trying too hard'. It didn't help that he had a purple fur coat, nor that he had 'socks' and 'gloves' that were yellow rather than purple. It didn't help that he had a star on his hip, or that he looked a bit more flashy than other sergals did. Most people didn't know that the unnatural colors were completely natural to him, nor did they care. They just assumed he was trying to stand out.
But there was one place that he hadn't stood out, and that was a crowd at a rock concert.
The sergal still had a giant smile on his face as he walked out of the main floor of the arena. The music was still ringing in his ears, and the main performer had her image burned into his brain.
Not just because she was pretty, though that was a good chunk of it. It was hard not to look at a white wolfess, after all, particularly one that was so active and enthusiastic on stage. Again, though, that wasn't the big thing that had her stuck in his head.
No, that was more because she'd been naked.
His cheeks still burned as he imagined her there again, looking at her with nothing on but a pair of fishnet stockings. Her body had been bare as one could imagine, and she hadn't shown even the slightest bit of shame at it. If anything, she'd seemed aroused at showing off her body to a crowd of thousands, particularly as she walked down the line of the stage to show off everything to those in the front row.
Styve had been one of them, and he'd even gotten the chance to have her thrust her hips his direction, almost throwing her clit chain at him like he was supposed to take it as a leash. He'd almost done it, too, but had pulled back at the last second. After all, it was supposed to be a show, not a...
Well, he didn't know what he'd call it. It was just hard and awkward to think of actually taking that last step.
He looked down at his ticket, and the sergal wondered if he really wanted to take advantage of that backstage pass part of the deal. He had gotten one hell of an eyeful out there, more than enough to remember for the rest of his life, and he knew that it'd be enough to get him off later tonight.
At the same time...
Well, the sergal had been getting lucky. Very, very lucky of late, with women chasing after him left and right. That was partially due to his power, his luck drawing all sorts of women to be interested in him, to want to be with him, to do...things...for him that they wouldn't do for anyone else.
It was sexy, but with how possessive they could get, it was also dangerous. Some of them had even gotten to the point of invading his home.
It would be stupid to risk this with another woman, to drag her into it the way that he had dragged others into it. But at the same time, he couldn't help but imagine her on stage again, see the way that she had been thrusting her hips, flaunting her breasts, showing off every bare bit of her body. He had never seen someone with that level of confidence, and he had been sure with every passing second that some security guard was going to get involved.
Yet, they hadn't. Instead, the show had gone on and now...
...Oh, fuck it.
Styve followed the arena towards the back rooms where the stars did their dressing, undressing, and took their breaks. He showed the ticket to the security guards, and got guided past some of the other performers' rooms. No drummer or bass player for him. He got to see the main guitarist and singer.
The guard, a bull, held the door for him with a glance that said 'no funny business.' Styve nodded, stepping inside -
And was immediately face to face with the naked wolfess. She smiled at him, her clit chain in hand, spinning slowly as she twitched her wrist this way and that. Her legs were long, longer than he'd realized from below, and she tapped her toes on air as she looked him up and down. She licked her lips, her nipples looking like they were getting even harder than they already were, weighted down by metal, bone-shaped piercings through her dark flesh.
"Well, well. So, you're the one that was staring at me, huh?"
"Um, uh, yeah?"
"I thought so. I knew there'd be someone special in the front row."
"How'd you know I won the ticket, though?"
"I took a guess. Didn't look like the sort of fan that'd jump for a front row ticket. Looked like the kind of person that had won one."
"...Heh, well, you were right there."
"I think I was lucky."
"No, I'm lucky."
"Yes, you are. Lucky to be here...and lucky to have me."
She flicked her chain forward, and before he knew it, she'd lassoed him around the cock and balls. He yelped slightly as she dragged him forward, realizing that his luck hadn't made her miss because she wasn't being harmful to him. Yet, at the same time, he blushed a bit as she grabbed him by the balls, using them to haul herself upright.
"Let's cut right to the chase, hmm? How much do you want to fuck me?"
"Um...a lot?"
"Enough to let me just shove you in the chair and hop on that dick?"
"It'd need a little help first, but..."
"But you're willing?"
"...Willing enough?"
"Good enough for me."
She pulled him around, and as good as her word, she shoved him into the seat. He grunted from the sudden impact, only to gasp as she straddled him, pushing her hips into his legs, pushing her naked crotch right into the crotch of his jeans.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Something big, I hope?" she asked, leaning forward, breasts that were more than a handful pressing against his chest. "Tell me what I'm dealing with tonight."
"About, uh, eight inches?"
"More than enough..."
She grabbed him again, her fingers fiddling with his pants. Either she was that experienced, or his luck was on the other foot tonight, making it easier for her to get him undressed. He was already more than a little hard, eager to be inside of her, and he looked down to get a better look than he had in the crowd.
As she leaned back, his eyes went wide. He'd expected to see a little black-fleshed slit down there, something that stood out against her dark fur. He thought that he'd seen a bit of dark skin, a bit of pink inner flesh as she opened...
And instead, he saw the puffy fortune-cookie shape of a feral pussy.
Why do you hate me? he thought at whatever gods might be out there. Anything else, and this would have been just about perfect...
Considering that she wasn't trying to outright rape him the way that the other girls had, he would have found this just wonderful if she'd been normal down there. Instead, she had a fortune-cookie spade, and that -
Squelch.
That was hot enough, he decided as she slid down to the base of his cock in one smooth move. His eyes widened, his cheeks burned, and his cock throbbed as it was encased in a sex tighter than what he was used to. It felt like the tightest fleshlight that he had ever owned, except that the inside was more ribbed, more textured, and she was pulling him in good and deep.
"Nnngh..."
"Oh, that's what I needed..."
She pulled her chain off of his nethers, wrapping it around him instead, using it like a shawl to pull herself close. He grunted every time that she slammed her hips down, and his hands twitched. He wanted to grab her, to pull her down, to rut her the way that a sergal was supposed to, but every time that he considered it, his eyes went to the door that hid the security guard outside.
No funny business. This was one hell of a case of funny business, but for once, it wasn't him doing it.
Styve grunted, moaned, shivered as he felt that tight, slippery hole sliding down on him again and again and again. Each time, he moaned more, and each time, he felt his balls drawing up that little bit more. The wolfess leaned against him, keeping her breasts in his face, and he had to fight the urge to keep from biting at them for fun.
Fuck, she was so tight, so wet, and he wanted nothing more than to cum. He wanted to fill her, he wanted to -
"So...is it true...true that sergals can breed any species?"
...Oh, fuck that!
On the next slide up, the wolfess overbalanced, falling backwards with a sudden yelp. Her chain pulled him after her, but a random bit of cloth on the floor made him slide, missing her pussy. Instead, he slid down against her ass cheeks, one hot-dogging hump between them making him cum, soaking the base of her tail as he flopped over her.
The two of them stared at each other, the sergal hiding his relief, the wolfess obviously trying to figure out what had just happened, and how she had lost all her control. Knowing that it'd be better not to ask questions, Styve got to his feet, brushed himself off, and zipped his pants back up.
"I gotta go. But, uh, thanks for the ride."
"Yes...of course, no problem...How did you -"
"Bye!"
And with that, he was off like a shot. Women. Crazy, the lot of them.
The End