DJ's Little Helper
DJ's Little Helper
By Danath Ash (C) Minoko Silvertail
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Ash dropped his headphones on the side of his equipment and stretched. He had twenty minutes before his next set would begin - enough time for a drink and a walk through the bar to stretch his legs.
Checking to make sure the mix CD was running while he took his break, he glanced out the clear plastic box surrounding him, over the crowd of dancers. Mostly goth and electro, though Ash tended towards the industrial side of things.
The red panda's skinny body squeezed out of the narrow wooden door to the side of the booth, which was situated about ten feet above and to the front of the dance floor. The clear plastic allowed the dancers and bar patrons to see Ash's upper half while he was spinning; a table and boxes blocked the lower half, which was also plastered with stickers, signs, and other detritus. There was a narrow set of stairs that opened to the side of the stage underneath the DJ box. The stage was used for live shows; there had been one earlier, and for the rest of the night Ash was in charge of the music.
Ash hooked his thumbs into his skinny black pants and strolled to the bar. Tonight he also wore a black tank top that showed off his lithe, nearly skinny body. He wasn't all bones, however, with a decent amount of toning and a thick red pelt. He'd sown a small bleeding heart on the upper right of the front of the shirt, which gave his outfit a dash of bright red color.
"Hey, you're the DJ, right?"
Ash turned and smiled. A skunk/mink hybrid stood next to him at the bar. She was cute, far cuter than any self-respecting goth would allow themselves to appear. Her tail was huge and curled around on itself, as a skunk's would, but her body was slimmer and leaner. She'd had a dye-job, too - all of her black fur had been died a bright, vivacious pink. And she was showing plenty of it off. A black baby-doll t-shirt had been cut off, so that it ended well above her bellybutton, just hanging over the swells of her chest. The stylized hand grenade screen-printed in white had been half removed as well. Around her hips, she wore a ridiculously short metal-studded miniskirt made of pleated black cotton.
As she moved closer to him, Ash saw the skirt swish back and forth teasingly. His grin grew as he noticed the dainty pink high heels on her feet, then he remembered to look back up. Huge blue eyes stared at him excitedly from under white hair that hung to the sides of her face, over her cheekruffs. Her muzzle was small, dainty, and irresistible.
"Yeah, I'm the DJ," Ash said, picking his drink up. He checked her out again over the top of his glass as he took a sip. "What's your name?" he asked when he put it down.
Her name, she said, was Tiffany (of course, Ash thought) and she was here for the first time (obviously), and did he like her pink fur because she thought pink was a good color for a techno club (was it ever), and...
Ash held up a paw, grinning. The studs lining both of his ears glinted in the light as he flicked them towards the excited, slightly drunk munk. She cocked her head to the side cutely as he ran a paw through his long black hair, ensuring the split meant only one of his light green eyes was covered.
Tiffany nearly swooned, which was the intended effect. Ash brushed some imaginary dust from the front of his black tank top and nodded his head towards the dance floor.
"You wanna see how I do the shows?"
Tiffany nodded and grinned hugely. Ash could tell she wanted to squeal with excitement and was just holding it back.
Ash guided Tiffany through the crowd and had her lead the way up the narrow stairs into the DJ booth. It was crowded with one person, but two could barely fit, and certainly not without accidentally touching.
Tiffany didn't seem to mind when Ash leaned against her and slid his paw around her lower back.
"That's where I store the samples, those are the records I use the most," he said, pointing. He talked for about five more minutes, pointing things out to the wide-eyed munk, who clung to his side happily the whole while.
He could smell her scent now that they were in the confines of the DJ booth - sweet, feminine, and incredibly teasing. On top of her natural scent, the red panda could tell she'd added a few of the perfumes reputed to be aphrodisiacs by the club kids.
His break time was nearly up, but Ash didn't want to lose the cute munk. Thinking fast, he struck upon a brilliant idea.
"You want to help me out with the rest of this set?" the red panda asked, smiling his most heart-melting smile at Tiffany.
The pink and white munk nodded, eyes even larger and cuter than before. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
Instructing her on what to do with the foot pedals, he had Tiffany lean over and use her hands on one in particular, which wasn't really hooked up to anything really important, just a modulator that affected samples. Ash rarely used it but, the beguiling red panda promised, it was quite important to press every time he told her.
"But I can't hear you very well from down here!" she called up to him. Her head was well under the desk, and only her rump and tail were visible.
"You'll know when to press it, trust me," Ash called back. Then he put on his headphones and loaded up the samples for his next set.
With Tiffany's hips and tail in the way, things were a bit more difficult, but he managed. In order to let Tiffany know when to press the pedal, he shoved his hips forward, grinding against her rump. His hands were busy with the spinning, so that seemed the best way to let her know.
He could feel her start of surprise, but the sample changed pitch. He humped forward again; the effect ended.
Ash almost giggled with glee and licked his lips as he kept going with the set. He could feel himself getting hard and glanced down at Tiffany. Feeling bold, he flipped up her skirt and whistled at the munk's underwear: white, with pink and black hearts scattered around the cloth. Her skinny rump was nice and pert, a bit flat, but, when he had a chance to slide his paw over it, very firm.
The sample changed in his headphones, and when he patted her other cheek, the modulator stopped.
That was interesting. Ash grinned. Tiffany really followed instructions clearly. Well...
A quick pull, and the munk's panties were around her knees. He could feel her moans vibrating against his fingers as he teased under her tail and between her thighs. Speaking of her tail - the huge fluffy length was interfering with his vision, making it hard to see the controls. Using his other arm,he pushed it out of the way and set up a loop that would last for about a minute.
Taking advantage of the time to spool up a new record, he also unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. The munk's whole body shuddered when he pressed the tip of his length between her taut little thighs and he had to use a paw to pull her tail back up when she automatically curled it down against him, smothering his chest.
The sample changed in his headphones when he pushed forward, then changed back when he pulled out. His cock was soaked, after just one slow thrust - the munk was dripping more than Ash thought possible. The scent inside the small booth was incredible and the red panda groaned happily.
The new samples and records Ash was loading required lots of the modulating effect, and if there were a few errant pedal-pushes, none of the dancers would notice. Ash pushed forward again. Tiffany shoved back against him and he could feel her whole body trembling. Every time he thrust, the modulator turned on or off.
The song ended up sounding a bit strange, but Ash did his best to work it, and the song sounded different, but still plenty danceable.
The red panda glanced at the clock - the set was almost done. How long had they been going at it? Ash wasn't sure, but Tiffany was dripping like mad still. Ash was close, and as he set up the last few samples to spin, the DJ pounded forward relentlessly. He could feel Tiffany pushing back against him insistently.
Her moans and gasps of pleasure were loud inside the booth. Ash felt her whole body tense and her high-pitched moans get even louder. Thinking fast, Ash grabbed a microphone and sampled the noises she made as she came around his cock. The amount of fluid that came gushing out of her pussy astonished him, but the red panda licked his lips. At least he knew how he was going to spend his break.
Queuing up the samples, he worked them into the song, looping them into the pulsing techno already playing.
Ash knew when Tiffany realized what he'd done - her whole body tensed and squeezed around him. He dropped his paws to her hips and pulled her back firmly. A moment later, he was cumming uncontrollably, and the modulator pedal was going on and off every half-second. The munk came again as well, and she pushed her tail back over his chest and face.
The red panda groaned and bit at the tail teasingly. Tiffany jerked away from him before the tail teased back over his muzzle. Ash grinned as she playfully stroked him with the broad, flexible pink appendage a few more times, before her body tensed again as he slowly backed out.
She moaned and tried to lean back, not wanting him out yet, but Ash had to - he needed to set up for the break, and he couldn't do that with Tiffany's tail blocking his vision. He gradually withdrew, just as the song was ending; fortunately, Tiffany's loop had ended already. Once he was out, Tiffany's moan of pleasure echoed through the booth.
Ash rapidly set up the mix disc for the break and slapped it on, just as the last song finished. Then he leaned down and helped Tiffany stand up. She was breathing hard, a bit flustered, but obviously in good spirits. Her pink paws wrapped around his shoulders and, a bit surprised, Ash let himself be pulled down to her muzzle for a kiss.
"How'd I do?" Tiffany asked, voice a low rumble of pleasure.
"Perfect," Ash said. He wrapped his long striped tail up in hers as she stroked her fingers down his chest. "Wanna stick around for the next set too?"