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Her Latest Fan-Toy

For Slade_Grazer

By Draconicon

"Mmm, another concert, another massive success."

Gazelle smiled at herself in the mirror, one leg crossed over the other as she kissed the air. The sound of applause still rang in her ears as she enjoyed the memories of the crowd, screaming her name and begging for more. Oh, sure, some of them were there for the tiger dancers, but all of them knew her name.

Gazelle.

Gazelle.

Gazelle.

She all but moaned as she heard it again, leaning on one hand and looking at herself in the mirror. Her cream-toned dress didn't do much to hide her undergarments now that the stage lights were off her. They made her reflect the light, but here? She could see the dark fabric of her bra, and when she leaned back, her panties were all too easy to see with how sheer it got under the right lighting.

Intentional, of course. Nobody in the crowd needed to see that, but back here? Mmm, that was a different story.

"Now, who will be waiting for a backstage meeting tonight..."

She leaned forward, resting her head on both hands, the heels of her palms resting against her chin.

"Will it be a wolf, I wonder? Or perhaps a stag? Maybe a bull...heh...that one last week was such a charmer..."

All of them had been more than sufficient for her appetite, at least. Ever since the spotlight had landed on her, it had brought with it so much attention and adoration from the public. She feasted on it on stage, and devoured it in a much, much more intimate way in private afterward.

The bull last week had been just one example. Such a fan, and such a well-endowed man. She had taken him to bed and ridden him for nearly an hour, getting him to proclaim her the best, the most wonderful lay that he had ever had. The sheer worship in his eyes the whole time, the fact that he adored her so much more than any other...

Mmm, nothing beat that. Nothing.

And tonight, one lucky fan would get the same treatment, though she knew that none of them knew that was on the menu. All the rest would merely see it as a chance to get an autograph and a hello. Nothing more.

But the lucky one...

Knock, knock.

"Mmm, and here we go..."

She spun her chair around. The dressing room here was more elaborate than most. There was her mirror behind her as well as a small counter for the various goods and make-up that she used before a performance. To her right was a curtain, hiding part of the room, and to her left were various chairs, all useful for those reporters that came around wanting a quick word, wanting to learn more about her before they went off to write their gossip columns.

They'd serve a different purpose tonight.

"Come in."

The door opened, and one of her security guards - a cheetah, this time - stepped inside. He bowed his head in greeting and stepped to the side, revealing -

"Oh, um, hi, Ms. Gazelle."

He was a white-tailed deer, wearing a simple sort of black t-shirt and jeans. Nothing more than that, hooved, and nervous. Definitely a little skittish for all that he had his antlers in full bloom. He blushed as he rubbed the back of his head, carrying a bouquet in one hand and an autograph book tucked under his other arm.

Yes. Yes, this would be perfect.

As he chuckled nervously, eyes closed, Gazelle met her security guard's eye. The cheetah nodded back after she gave the signal, stepping back and shutting the door. The other backstage pass winners would be kept waiting at the bar, told that they would meet her after she'd had the chance to freshen up. A little after-party of sorts.

Nothing like the real one.

Nothing like this one.

"Mmm, come here," Gazelle said, curling her finger. "Why don't you tell me your name, honey?"

"Oh, um, I'm Slade, Ms. Gazelle."

"You can just call me Gazelle. No formalities back here, hmm?"

"Oh, um, yes. Yes, Gazelle."

"So, are those for me?"

The white-tailed deer nodded, eagerly handing over the bouquet. She chuckled as she saw the various colorful petals shake until she took them from him. Oh, he was nervous, that was for sure...

But eager.

She saw the way that his eyes danced up and down her body. He saw her bra through her dress, and he was probably wondering if he'd see more if he looked further down. So far, he hadn't seemed to have the courage to take a look, but she could see that it was having an effect. The start of a bulge had already starting forming in those denim pants of his, and the gazelle barely stopped herself from licking her lips like a predator. She was on the hunt, after all, and that was...tempting.

More than tempting.

Yet, she managed to put it aside, leaning back in her chair as she held the bouquet over her chest, barely hiding the black outline of her bra. She saw a hint of disappointment on his face that he covered admirably quickly. Oh, the sweet boy just seemed more and more delectable with each passing second.

"I do appreciate the flowers," she said, flicking them from side to side, "but I'm sure that's not all you came here for."

"Oh, um, I was hoping to get an autograph."

The way that he held out the book, he clearly still thought that it wasn't going to be enough to get what he came for. He was that sort of fan. So eager, so shy, just wanting to be part of her life for a little bit and get a little bit to take away. He probably didn't know what this was doing for her.

Nobody did, until she showed them. The life of a star brought with it an addiction to being in the spotlight. Whether that was on-stage, surrounded by those that adored you, or in the bedroom, getting all but worshiped by those that didn't know how much they could give, there was so much to do...so much to take...

She chuckled as she got to her feet. His eyes flicked down without meaning to - as far as she could tell - and she knew that he'd gotten a good look at the fact that her panties could be seen through her dress. Her knee-hit boots hit the floor, click-click, and she stepped a little closer to him. He stuttered as he tried to find words, and she tapped his chest with the bouquet of flowers.

"An autograph, hmm?"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"Heh...you're cute."

"Thank you," he said, his cheeks going bright red.

"And that cuteness is going to get you a whole lot more than my name in your little book, you know."

"Wha - eep!"

He yelped as she shoved him back into one of the spare chairs, following him down and sitting on his lap. The white-tailed deer stared up at her as she pulled her legs around the outside of his, her crotch against his groin, and -

Yes, there it was. She could feel his arousal down there, and more to the point, she could feel it getting stiffer against her.

"Ms. Gazelle, I - I'm sorry, I -"

"Heh, don't you get it yet?" she teased. "I want to give you a different kind of show."

"What...you mean..."

"The life of a star gets a little...lonely."

Until I find someone else to fill it.

"So, why don't you give me some company tonight...and let me show you how worth it I can be..."

"I...you...I..."

He was so overwhelmed. And it was so lovely to see that she still had what it took to get them all riled up like this. She smiled, trailing a finger down his chin as she reached around and groped the base of his cock through his pants. Almost instantly, Slade jerked, hissing and huffing as he ground against her in return. It was so instinctive, so hungry for more, that she couldn't help but laugh.

"Mmm, well, even if your head can't keep up, it feels like your body can."

"I can't...you really..."

"Mmm, maybe this'll get the message through that thick skull of yours."

Gazelle found his zipper easily, and slowly dragged it down. Little bit by little bit, she pulled until it hit the bottom of its line, and his cock was all but jumping through his briefs to get to her. She pulled her hips back just a little, just enough to reach past his waistband, and dragged his underwear down to hook just behind his balls.

"Ah...ah..."

"Mmm, not doing too badly..."

She palmed the head of his cock, rubbing it against the heel of her hand, her fingers tickling along the underside. It was long enough that her fingertips couldn't quite reach his balls, but it was reasonably close. Not so big as the bulls, but big enough that she'd feel it, that was for sure.

And big enough that she could play with it without hurting her throat, too. That was a good thing.

She stroked him slowly, rubbing him little by little as she ground herself against him. Oh, he was getting good and stiff, nice and hard and eager for her touch.

"Mmm, you 're going to be a good boy for me tonight, aren't you?" she whispered in his hear. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you, right?"

"Y-yes, Ms. Gazelle. I'll be good."

"Excellent."

She squeezed his cock that much tighter, and he moaned, just like a good boy should. The more she stroked, the more he gasped, and she worked her hand up and down his cock. The base was never given much attention from her fingers, but that was because she was grinding on him as much as teasing him.

Of course, he was completely overwhelmed. Who wouldn't be, to have the famous Gazelle in their lap, rubbing their cock as if it belonged to her already?

Which, in her mind, it all but did.

Stroke, stroke, stroke went her hand, and he just shivered, submitting to her rather than doing much to respond. She leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder, never ceasing the slow tug on his shaft.

"Go on. Tell me how much you love this."

"Mmmph...I...fuck..."

"Come on. Talk, or I'll stop."

"Nnngh...I love this...so much..."

"Yes, you do. You love it, and you love Gazelle. You love the fact that it's me doing this."

"Oh god, yes."

"You want more, don't you?"

"Mmmph...what...what kind of..."

"Mmm, if my hand feels this good, how good to you think my mouth would feel?"

He gasped, and she knew that he was already imagining it. She chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. The boys were always so eager, so flustered, so quick to let themselves be molded to what she wanted of them. They were her little playthings, and that meant that they let her do what she wanted, so long as she gave them what she promised.

Luckily for this little deer, she had no intention of holding back.

She stroked back up to his tip, her fingers teasing in a little ring right under the head. He hissed, huffing against her chest as she arched her back in his face, letting him get a good look right between her breasts. Not that there was much there, but the black bra showed them off so very well. He moaned, shoving the end of his muzzle between them as she squeezed, stroked, rubbed right over the head of his cock.

It was only when she felt pre-cum against the tips of her fingers that she stopped, pulling her hand back and wiping it against his shirt. He blushed, but only until she pulled back, dragging her dress up and over her head.

"Oh, my..."

"Mmm, you like?"

The dress hit the floor, leaving her in nothing more than her underwear and her boots. She had gone on stage in something like this before, but never quite so exposed. As the gazelle turned, rotating on the spot, she heard Slade's breath get hotter, faster. He clearly didn't know how to respond, but he was completely into it now. She doubted that he'd chicken out.

But still, best to make sure that he got what he needed to make sure that he was a good boy for her.

Gazelle finished turning in place, dropping to her knees and pulling that cock back down to her level. It had barely softened from her teasing touch, and as she stroked it, it went right back to full rigidity. He spread his legs for her, all nice and proper, as she scooted up to kneel between them.

"Mmm, look at that. All hard, just for me."

"Gazelle, you...you look so hot down there."

"And don't forget. This is my gift to you."

"Mmph."

"I picked you for some fun. Don't forget that. I could have picked others. I chose you. Understand."

Stroke, stroke, stroke to accompany his rapid nods. Oh, he understood, alright. He knew that he was the lucky one here. She was doing this because she wanted to, taking her pleasure from this eager boy, and that was all there was to it.

She leaned down, brushing her cheek against the side of his cock. He was hissing, sounding so much like a tea kettle on the boil and trying not to lose it. She would have chuckled if it wouldn't have been too insulting; she wasn't going to let him lose that erection until she was ready for him to blow.

Stroking the base ever so slowly, she tilted the cock down to her head. She kissed the tip, smiling again at his moans, and slowly pulled it into her mouth. Oh, he was dripping away already, but she was a performer. She knew when someone was at their limits, and she knew how to take it up a notch when she had to. There was no fooling her.

She pulled it into her mouth slowly, taking her time to go from the tip to the middle, all the while keeping her tongue swishing back and forth, teasing the whole length as she did. He was panting, starting to reach for he head -

"Ah, ah..."

He groaned in obvious frustration, but listened. Good deer. She worked her head back down, swallowing him almost down to the base, feeling the tip tickling near the back of her throat. She stopped short of taking the whole thing, lapping along the underside as she worked her head up and down. There was no need to go all the way for the whole time. What was the point if you couldn't play with the whole thing for a little bit? Why, that just gave them the biggest part of the show at the start.

So, instead, she kept to slow, sensual bobs of her head, taking her time to purse her lips, pushing them out slightly, then pulling them tight around his shaft for more friction. Slade was barely keeping up with everything that she was doing, panting up a storm, his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he was trying not to hump her face. She could feel the tension running through his thighs, see the muscles straining as he fought against his own instincts.

It was such a perfect expression of masculine instinct, and yet, here she was, running the show, making sure that he bowed to her rather than the other way around.

Up, down, up, down, each time feeling him throbbing just a little bit more. She pressed her hands to his thighs, keeping him trapped to the chair, each touch sending the same message.

He wasn't in charge; she was.

He wasn't getting a blowjob; she was getting a cock to play with.

This was for her.

Suck, suck, suck, until she could feel that his balls were trembling and his cock was throbbing with barely-suppressed need. She could have pushed him over right then and there, made him cum with nothing more than his breath on the very tip of his shaft. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to end it right then, right there, with nothing but that one little touch to make him feel like a good little boy-toy.

But she wasn't done yet.

She pinched at the very base of his cock, helping him hold back as she eased her head back to his tip. Holding right there, she delicately opened her mouth. No long strings of slime leading from his cock to her mouth, not today. Instead, she swayed it back and forth, chuckling at his moans.

"We're not done yet."

"Mmmph...I'm so..."

"Hold it."

"Mmmph..."

"You're a good boy for me, remember?"

"I...I remember."

"Now, stand up. And follow me."

It wasn't a long walk to the bed. In fact, it was just a couple of steps, but from the way that Slade shivered and panted, one would have thought that she was asking him to walk a marathon. She took him by the cock, her boots clicking on the floor as she dragged him over, one step, then another.

"Come on. Don't you want the last thing?"

"Mmmph...I do..."

"Then do what I say...and I'll make sure that you blow...good...and hard."

This was always her favorite part. Every man that followed her to bed was always eager for this part, always more than willing to do whatever they were told for this final treat. Even those species that should have been able to overpower her weren't willing to try. All they did was wait to be told when they would be allowed to release.

And the answer was always when she said. They were there for her, not the other way around.

She pulled the curtain back, revealing the bed, the sheets, everything that had been set aside for her if she wanted to rest pre or post-performance. Tonight, it would be put to a different use.

"Come here."

With nothing but a light shove, she knocked the deer off his feet. He tumbled into bed, and she followed, sliding out of her bra and her panties in one smooth movement. Soon, she was straddling him, and his cock was right between her legs, resting against her sex and throbbing there. She could feel the heat, the hardness, everything that made her feel good with a male. He was not badly sized, either; if anything, her blowjob might have made him swell up a bit further than her hand had.

She slid forward until her legs were on either side of his waist, pinning his shaft beneath her, and holding him down. She never took someone in the missionary position. Her being on her back, letting someone else hold her down, allowing a mating press from some of the males that would love nothing more than to put a cub in her? No, that wasn't her style, not in the slightest.

She took them.

She rode them.

"Mmm, think that you can hold out long enough for me?" she asked, running her hands along his chest.

"Mmmph...I'll definitely try."

"You better. You don't want to disappoint Gazelle, do you?"

"Mmm, do you always talk about yourself that way?"

"Heh. I'm a star. I'm allowed."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, hold it in...until I tell you."

"Mmmph...yes, ma'am."

She stroked her finger down over his cock, rubbing it from the head to the base where it was just barely hidden by her sex. She could feel every pulse, every throb of his heartbeat and his excitement. The deer clearly wanted to be inside of her, and right at that moment, she wanted him there, too.

But not just yet. A little more teasing, first. A little more to keep him from just...going off.

She slid her hips forward. Resting her hands on his chest for leverage, she rolled herself forward, back, forward, back, taking her time to really get him good and wet with her juices. Little by little, she felt him starting to calm down, the teasing less intense than the blowjob, but still keeping him good and eager for her. She slid her pussy along his cock, right up to the tip, threatening to slide back and let him in...

But then slid back along the shaft proper, instead. He groaned in frustration, his fingers digging into the sheets.

"Mmmph...this...this is torture," he moaned.

"Mmm, and you're loving it."

"You're evil."

"No, just Gazelle."

Forward, back, forward, back, always taking her time to make sure that his cock was in the right place before grinding down firmly against the shaft. The little bulge along the underside where the urethra throbbed and swelled was just what she liked, and she smiled at the texture of that contrasted with the rest of the hard shaft against her sex. It was getting her wetter and wetter, too, and she moaned as she started to reach a fevered pitch of simple grinding.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

Forward -

POP!

And then, with the most deliberate of movements, she managed to slot his cock right into her without even looking. Gazelle chuckled as his eyes widened from the sudden feeling of her inner warmth, and she patted his cheek.

"Mmm, what you were expecting?"

"Oh man...so much...so much better."

"That's what I thought."

She chuckled as she sat up, resting her hands on his chest again. For all that she was showing her confidence, she had to admit that that cock inside of her felt amazing. Completely, completely amazing. She shivered from head to toe as she clenched down on it, feeling it spitting its seed inside of her. Pre-cum so far, but if she wasn't careful, the rest of it, the real thing, would soon follow.

The gazelle shifted her weight on his hips, feeling just how deep inside he was. Not so far as some of the others, but much further than some of the smaller species that she had teased in the past. More than good enough. She reached down and teased her clit, pulling at the little nub and showing off just a little more.

"Are you ready to be ridden?"

"Mmph...it's the best show of the night."

"You know it."

Grinning, she lifted herself up, feeling the soft sucking sensation of her inner walls pulling against his shaft, dragged tighter as she lifted herself up to the tip. She swiveled her hips around, making sure to really give him that extra bit of stimulation, before she slammed her ass back down against his crotch.

They moaned together at the impact, and she groaned in pleasure as she felt him stretch her open again. Oh, yes, she always needed this after a show. A perfect way to unwind, to let all that stress slip away.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

It didn't take them long to find their rhythm, and when they did, the pleasure got that much better. She allowed him to take hold of her hips, helping bring her down that much harder, faster. But when he tried to yank himself up, to thrust into her -

"Ah, ah."

She pushed him back down, sitting firmly on his hips and keeping him pinned to her bed. She tapped his nose, shaking her head.

"My body, my pace."

"Right. Sorry."

"Just keep doing what I tell you. Now...guide me...faster..."

He did that, pulling her up and down his cock that little bit faster than he had been, dragging her along his cock in the way that she needed. She rode him, and he guided her to make sure that he never quite slipped out, riding all the way up to his tip before pulling her right back down to the base. Sometimes, she felt his balls flick against her rump, but that was as far as it went with him trying to get into her when he wanted.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Gazelle closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of weight as she felt her breasts slapping against her chest, the impact of each bounce against her ass as she landed again. It was so wet, so slippery, so filling to have him down there.

Just a pity that she'd be moving to another venue tomorrow, and she wouldn't be able to get him a second time.

In, out, in, out, each time getting closer and closer. She leaned forward, taking the thrusts at a different angle, making sure to make him hilt every time. She could feel the pleasure getting higher, her orgasm right around the corner, and though he had held out well, she knew that the deer couldn't be far from his own.

Opening one eye, she could see she was right. He was panting, his mouth hanging open.

"Heh...ready?"

"Mmmph...please, please, please..."

"Alright..."

She sped up, riding him at a frantic pace. Her own pleasure jumped up, so close already, and she moaned as she felt the familiar spasms running through her legs, going right up her thighs. Her ass clenched, and her pussy -

"Cum, cum right now. Cum inside!"

There wasn't a straight male on the face of the earth that could resist that command once she got them all riled up, and this Slade was no exception. She'd barely gotten the words out before he grabbed her hips all the tighter, his fingers going around to squeeze her ass as he pulled her down hard. The heat of his seed running into her was just what she had imagined, and it helped her over the edge as she felt it spurting inside of her. Each little squirt was followed with a sudden tension, a warmth of his shaft as it expanded inside of her, growing ever so slightly before shrinking once more.

Squirt.

Squelch.

Squirt.

Squelch.

And then, then it was done.

Gazelle sat on top of him, panting for breath as she felt the heat slowly oozing out of her, dribbling down onto his shaft and over his sac. She looked down at him, her fingers still laced through his chest fur, and she smiled. Shakily, yes, but she managed to smile nonetheless, and he blushed.

"So, uh..."

"It was alright," Gazelle teased.

"Alright?!"

"Heh, don't worry. It was more than good enough...but I hope that you have a little more in you. For later."

"You...you're serious?"

"I have a little after-party to attend with the other backstage pass winners, but I will need to go to my hotel after that. And you can come with me, if you think that you can keep following orders the way that a good boy should."

She smiled, leaning back as she felt his shaft slowly going flaccid inside of her. Her posture made her pussy stretch just a bit around him, regardless, and she spread her legs just a bit further to enhance the view.

"You can keep following orders, can't you?"

"Mmmph...yes, ma'am."

"That's what I like to hear."

Shaking her head in amusement, Gazelle slowly dragged herself off his cock, swaying her hips from side to side to increase the teasing pleasure until -

POP!

The tip of his shaft popped out of her, and she covered her pussy with one hand while she crawled to the foot of the bed. Grabbing for one of the tissues on the edge of her dressing mirror, she dabbed away down there, clearing up the mess that was left behind from their coupling. That done, she reached for her panties.

She had them on by the time that Slade had managed to pull himself from lying on his back to an upright position, and he still looked dazed. She smiled at him, shaking her head.

"Take your time. I'll be waiting."

"How are you just...right back at it?" he asked.

"I'm Gazelle. I wouldn't be me if I didn't know how to put on a show."

The End

Summary: Gazelle entertains a fan backstage.

Tags: M/F, Gazelle, Zootopia, Rule 34, Vaginal, Oral, Blowjob, Confident, Femdom, Handjob, Teasing, Cum, Creampie, Orgasm,