A Back Stage Ass
Valentine's commission done for two furs and courageously typed by the fleet-pawed and talented Summerheart.
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A Back Stage Ass
Vibrancy is what occurs on the edge of night. In the stands of twilight, there exist the mysteries of every actor's part in a bigger production.
Perhaps in some uninitiated part of Konyote's idle mind, he could sense it was as well: this lack of certainity shuffling into the night shadows....that was how he favored the demons flickering black in the corners of his eyes, like negative stars. Nothing would happen at the main entrance for 'The Pritty Kitty' ; as much a burlesque as a music ampitheater, and his slut was drafted as lead role in the show; an honor to lack all decency.
What could he do with someone so free and mercifully guiltless over being a whore? Praise seemed the only response appropriate, given all the acts Haz had done on stage with his slinky feline body so much like bright sultry lightning. But even as cars whipped by on the busy street, Kon's unchaste thoughts of silky round catbutt were beyond even a saint's reproach.
Busy with such peculiar homosexual fantasies, he probably let more unsavory odd types of furs into the club than he meant to, but there was one such creature to put an immediate halt to all those lusty thoughts: Copper. Naturally, he could allow all kinds of unpalatable brutish rapist stallions and bulls into the club, but Kon could never be persuaded to ignore the white and butterscotch husky who had so plainly and voraciously stalked his pet. "Back of the line buddy. You're not on the list." He growled, doing his best not to allow too much anger into his voice. Then again, it didn't really matter since bouncers were always pissed by something.
"That's no fair--I just got here!" He barked back, pink cutoff jean shorts and curled tail not doing much to modestly cover his ass. The indignant response was probably sincere and not a manipulation, as Kon and Copper had never met before. Haz had certainly showed him the pictures and obsessed lunatic rantings of the crazy canid, but the husky was most likely ignorant of Kon's briefing.
As there wasn't enough evidence for a restraining order, the only thing the coyote could do was do his job without letting on. "My door, my rules. You don't like it then go across the street to 'Mason's Menagerie.'" This, of course wasn't what Copper wanted, anyway. Konyote knew the husky's type :slender, skinny and feminine. He'd find none of that at Mason's, as the whole club was dedicated to large species with muscle. Just as much pandering to the gay community, but Copper didn't want to invite that kind of rape. Just stepping inside was a guarantee that he'd leave bow-legged and leaking cum out his ass. Those sweet cutoffs and white sailor blouse wouldn't look the same after a facial or two.
Copper didn't argue the point any further and accepted the order. As he walked off with a uniquely canine spring to his step that made his puffy tail raise and bounce like the dog wore heels, Kon realized said stalker gave up too easily. So quickly that it was candidly suspicious in itself. He tried to ignore the odd warnings in his head, but something repeatedly nagged at him to practice utmost care in the matter. Other than the one obsessed stalker, there wasn't much else to lift his boredom as he briefly inspected each next fur in line before letting them inside or denying entry altogether. For a bouncer, saying, 'back of the line' usually meant that he needed more time to mull over the appropriateness of a guests' appearance before allowing or denying the club's glamorous atmosphere. For Copper, it required a different approach. The husky had less of a chance getting in than an ice cube staying frozen in hell, but if he was outright refused the dog would just try and get in some other way.
This method of contemplation was debate of a kind, but not the usual bout with the doorman wishy-washiness. Instead it was more akin to buying time as he thought about what to do with the annoying bitch. Now that he thought about it, it wouldn't be too unbearably difficult to call in a favor from the alternate clubs' manager. In some respects, competition was a parasite in nature, but not in this case. The arrangement was quite complementary: if a mated pet and master came by, they could visit their respective place, get horny and go back home ready to play with one another like horny bunnies. Jack Mason, a brown bear with an eye patch from a wayward martini skewer had a strict policy against giving handjobs or letting customers masturbate themselves. If they came from being fucked hard, that was just fine but It rarely happened. Usually a pet needed at least one to ten seconds paw stimulation, and that wouldn't be allowed to occur; the bear wanted subs to stay horny and eager for the whole night of being passed around by his endowed dancers and then still be in gay male heat to lift tail for their owners.
A good idea to get the most out of a slut, but the policy initially discouraged those without self-control. Probably better without those shameless whores, though. Nothing was worse than a bottom that couldn't hold his cock in a chaste manner. The mark of a true subby pet was not the ease of receiving anal, but how many times they were fucked before losing composure and resorting to masturbation to get the building excitement and lusty tensions out. Mason, an old hand at understanding such passion, wouldn't allow masturbation but if the subby had earned it from enough poundings, would get some good head as a reward for displaying restraint and eagerness to please and obey.
Konyote quite enjoyed the place. Not personally but certainly with an eye towards appreciating the bruins' no nonsense policies and styled management. Even his clubs' bouncers were advertisements for the goodies inside. Each dancer took a one hour shift outside: stallions, bulls, dragons, crocodiles, an orca and a far too large grey wolf. All dressed in latex speedos with bowties. It wasn't uncommon for a bouncer to personally grab a fur in line at the end of their shift; carried around in one grip about the air like a sex doll with even the wide open surprised mouth and eyes. Konyote would notice a fair few of those waiting check their watches and titter around excitedly with the peculiar notion of getting kidnapped by a bodybuilder rapist.
Speaking of: he checked his own watch, and right on schedule was the husky. Back in front of the line after another thirty tenting horny males. Copper had yet to take the hint to heart that he wasn't wanted around here. If he sent the husky to the back again, the husky would surely be smart enough to know what was going on and make a complaint to Kon's manager, as he didn't actually own the club himself. "So do I get in?" Copper asked, all made up of fake innocent cuteness and silly voice that made the coyote sick. What could he really do now that his time had expired? He fidgeted nervously trying to think and nearly knocked out his subtle earpiece with a wild shake of his dust-colored head.
Then he had an interesting idea. One thankfully made possible by a security system linking the five or so clubs on this block, but it was a secret, and good on him for that measure, as well. "Hang on Sir." He placed a call on his wireless headset and realized that yes, the club had a few idle dancers to keep a nuisance busy for a time, but no matter who the services were for, it would still cost him. "Yes. I'll pay the charges. Put it on my card on our joint credit account like normal." Done with that, he looked at the husky again with a charmed canine smile. "Waiting for you in the alleyway between the 'Red Butterfly' and 'Buffet Today', so I hope you have a fun time. The place is crowded, but fortunately they had agreed to do an outside show for you." But Kon was as vague as possible with his phrasing to avoid lawsuits later on. Copper hesitates nervously and looks around, "Who?" He asks, not quite believing or understanding his true intentions had been discovered. What he didn't know was that his stalking on Haz's F2F online profile was amateur, obvious, and in some ways, threatening. "You know who." Kon casually grunted, red in his eyes as he waved in another entrant, "I'd hurry up and get it over with, if I were you. The service is expensive as fuck outside the club and I paid for an hour. If you're cute enough, it might go into overtime for free, but I wouldn't count on that." All Copper needed to hear was the promise of free sex and he was gone walking down the alleyway before Kon could wave in the next customer. If copper learned fast, he'd relax. If not, the street sweeper might very well be cleaning up what's left of him in the morning. Either way it was only what he deserved.
The soiled reaches between the buildings proved raunchy with the stench of garlic-smelling urine and the overpowering horror of nasty doggy bags; the kind filled with fermenting pet waste. At least Copper hoped that's what it was with his accurate nose. It was an easy maze of moldy disintegrating cardboard boxes, dented cylindrical steel cans with reeking sticky fluids all over like lumpy paint, and small tied-off grocery bags full of used tissues, paper cups and the occasional condom and empty soda cans among less obvious profane potpourri. For the longest time he had to physically cover his nose to protect his sensitive senses from the assault. Really, why would Haz want to meet back here?! Unsanitary was probably the least descriptive word he'd use for such an environment. Where the concrete walls of the buildings didn't smell of urine, they were covered in whitewashed mismatches of paint like ugly smoke-grey blobs to cover the graffiti. It was only when Copper waded through a shallow sea of empty beer bottles and discarded vegetable oil bottles, busy in thought as he turned a sharp ninety degree corner of one building, that he realized what had gone awry:
For a brief moment he tried to lie to himself or rationalize it: these big muscly creatures couldn't be for him! Maybe they were bodyguards for Haz outside the Club. But no, that didn't really make sense when he'd seen them already as employee's of Mason's across the street, and they were beasts with a reputation for getting a bit rough. If he remembered right, an ambulance was called to THAT particular establishment once a month at least.
In vests, chaps, and latex thongs were two bulls. One with black spots like a dairy cow and the other a soft doe-like caramel. Copper halted a moment, and by the time he decided to flee, it was already too late as a rough sandy and abrasive thick rope was tossed about his middle and tightened to keep his paws snug down at his sides. "Where you runnin' ofta mate?" The Holstein remarked with a flip of a lazy oxtail and lift of a folded chindit-styled hat.
The other walking beefsteak stroked his chin with a prideful smirk. "Too right you are! This yank must be thinkin' he can put the reins on our fun." And that was the final clue that the husky knew he was absolutely about to be raped by two giant horny Australian hamburgers. The rope was further coiled and manipulated until his knees were nearly pressed to his lips and the ends were niftily tied into a slipknot. The brown Swiss picked him up easily like a traveler bindle upon his wide bulging veined shoulders as his partner-in-cum ambled lazily off with his fine mismatched painted butt to return to the stained and despoiled spring mattress which he tossed on the sticky gross bubblegum-addled pavement with an obvious bounce. "Who first on this tight fellow?" The Holstien asked casually, whipping Copper in his jean covered ass with a surprisingly powerful and deft thick tail. His coworker responded with an annoyed snort of disgust. "Bullocks mate! Last bloke we went and buggered for the 'rodeo ride special', you got to use first- - and you hogged him nearly the whole session!" The caramel bull bellowed in dismayed anger, ears flicking and testicles bouncing in the shiny covering like giant jumping beans. Just as it seemed as if such a silly argument might come to blows, the black and white relented.
"Fine, fine you fairy. Look at us squabbling over a virgin like it's our time and money to waste. I mean, here we are arguing, and it's not fair we be wastin' time while our services don't come cheap. Lets compromise with a little D.P. Bet this sorry sod ain't never been done so prim and proper before, eh?" To which he got a fine knowledgeable glance and an amused chuckle. Due to their thick accents and foreign slang, Copper couldn't make much sense of what they'd said. Neither had he seen two such embodiments of male sexuality gathered together in one space.
Copper looked on in horror as one and then another sheathe was now deflected into plain sight with a casual 'peek' out from the side of the thongs even as unsupported sets of enormous nuts dropped down all of the sudden like hangman deadfalls before dangling and bouncing against knee's as if lazy clock pendulums. Without a way to resist, he found himself squirming and trying to get free as his short little jeans were yanked down nearly painfully across his tail threaded in the back, both bulky bovines then laughing as the husky's pink flowery panties came into view. "What a cute little bitch we got here! So nicely dressed 'n ready for some warm milk!" The brown bull chuckles, giving Coppers thinly clothed rear a firm slap with his large hand, the husky yelping as a few stinging tears came to his eyes and his fancy expensive panties were ripped sharply off and then rammed crudely down his muzzle; Copper's own natural sweat, pre and anal flavors all over the delicate cotton only making the humiliated pup cry and blush ever more from the taste of himself.
To add to this sorry insult, they were already erect without much obvious effort; imminent homosexual rape already likely enough of an aphrodisiac if his perky fluffy butt and feminine appearance hadn't worked to influence them in such liscentious ways. Although he hadn't seen his own coy anus for well over a week, he could imagine that it must look appealing to those large males most aroused by such a humble opening. "A little dingo told us how much you fancy yourself a wild ride on a bull. Well, forget staying on for an eight second ride - we're gonna see if it can go on for eighty..." Then the Holstein breathed hot fermented grass into his face with those lustful seedy eyes and an impish smile, "Minutes." Copper nearly choked on his stinky panties, blinking several times in disbelief. Ride on a bulls' long pike for more than an hour?! It seemed impossible his fluffy petite ass was even capable of such an insane abuse.
The husky shivered nervously as the bulls both grabbed and held him in the air, kissing each other deeply with eyes closed as thick dry digits scraped along his velvety helpless anus. Both pink tapered towers of carnal persuasion were upright and glistening wetly with a glaze of pre like seamless spikes molded from freshly chewed gum.
Then came time for the finale: a new horror that Copper hadn't thought of. He twisted and whined in the tight creaky ropes as not one but both bull spears now prepared to stab into his ass in unison like jabbing wasp stingers. There was but one long studious breath to prepare for a two-pronged assault. As Copper let it out, his ass wouldn't be the same again.
Haz groaned and shook his head in annoyance, long transparent whiskers flickered by the motion. He gave a thonged feminine antelope a brisk penalty slap on the bum and pointed at a nearby dry erase board covered in numbered stick figures of all varying positions. "No, no, no, you silly bitch. One is bending tail lift, two is prancing deer kick, three is fan wave and giggle, THEN you do kitten pounce on a butterfly with butt in the air. Georgy honey...You're making your own little random show there, and you haven't even memorized the forty or so moves for our first dance." The shy young creature blushed and looked off to the side, doing his apparent best to avoid eye contact with the feline.
His short floppy paintbrush tail flapped about as he crossed his feet and nibbled nervously on a nail with ears lowered and set on his horns. "It's hard remembering all those steps!" The grazer declared, perhaps a bit stubborn and angered. A bunny, skunk, and raccoon all stared toward him with mild scorn as though blaming the African deer for interrupting the practice.
And got another slap to his ass as Haz rolled his eyes, already tired of this new dancers' inability to learn a new routine. "Excuses for abuses, sweety. This might not be Hollywood, but we in Vegas take our shows seriously, too." Considering that Georgy had been fucking up practice for well over a week, Haz was split on the issue of how to handle such a problem: Drop him for new talent or find an effective way to motivate the deer to work harder at it. Really, it all amounted to whatever potential Haz thought he'd seen at the interview. Enough to be a stripper, performer, slut, AND prostitute? Georgy got most of that down. Very popular for sex with customers, very blatant shameless cockwhore and passable for poledancing on a busy night when a boring repeating routine wouldn't be noticed. But Broadway star he wasn't, and it wasn't like Haz could accept half talent when the club demanded versatile and adaptive employee's for varying services. "I need some time to decide what to do with you. Get dressed and come back in the morning." And that was it: the Antelope left the studio without complaint.
He looked at the rest of his students and realized he'd lost all patience for the day, "The rest of you go do some work on the poles by the bar. Drunks should be coming in soon, so you'll be tipped quite well." Then he was left alone as a plump wagging skunkbutt faintly smelling of the characteristic musk sauntered its way lastly out the doorway. Left alone for the first time that night, the cat realized he'd been neglecting one of his dear friends for far too long. He went into a locked desk drawer, and behind a stack of no-fault injury forms was his prize. Haz blushed and closed his eyes, letting out gentle nearly feral kittenish purrs of subdued joy as he rubbed the slightly dusty thing on his cheeks lovingly and let out a few dainty short sneezes. After a moment of affectionate nuzzling on the velvet silicone did he finally glance over the object to praise every raised bulge, vein, and detail of Konyote Jr. ; a toy his sexy friend had bought him for the long lonely nights at home during absences on business. He whimpered, getting hard as his tongue swirled circles on the girth of the knot and clawed puffy fingers pinched a firm squishy set of dogballs embedded into the nifty suction cup base.
The true beauty was that he had hours to spare for getting to know his intimate friend once again. "Hey baby. Did you miss your snug comfy home? I'll take care of it after some love licks." Haz giggles, giving the novelty dildo wonderful head as though alive and still attached to some random appreciative dog.
Copper ached all over from the strained muscles he'd never used, but especially from an abused trembling ass that had been forced wide apart and was now soaking the back of his shorts in the strong-smelling loads of bull gravy as it leaked freely from his hole. The panties; fancy French silk things he'd paid a hundred dollars for were now wrecked and discarded on the mattress like the rest of the alley refuse.
Staggering to the back entrance of the 'Pritty Kitty' with his legs wide and tortured as though a hard day of riding on a horse, he had to put a hand on a wall to rest several times until the fiery lingering pain in his hole had ebbed away. And yet, his feelings were divided on the matter. Whatever pain he felt, there was also indubitable lovely pleasure to contrast the woes of rape. When the bulls tied him up and took him like that, didn't it feel good?
Certainly something about the encounter that couldn't be easily dismissed! By some luck, some idiot hadn't locked the rear entrance, which was good for Copper. After a vicious T-Boning he needed a patch of fortune to see him through the rest of the night, as the solid steel door creaked on its partly rusted hinges but was otherwise not problematic.
It was an empty hallway on the other side crowded with towers of dusty old cardboard boxes filled with costume supplies to the point that sleeves and dresses leaked out the tops like textured woven multi-colored tongues. Curiously, one such box actually solved one of his problems. He blushed even as he yanked out a French maid costume with garters, stockings, heels, and nice white frilly panties with little flowers on them.
It felt like a great deal of time passed as his muscles strained and ached with every odd little contortion associated with dressing oneself. Out of breath, it was finally over as he tried not to fall over from the devious feminine shoes that raised his ankles and buttocks up just so. While the Husky had extensive experience in some lingerie, these stockings and the shoes weren't any of those. The shimmering watery effect of sheer hose slivering all over his legs and mid-thighs was absolutely weird as he took each precarious step while nibbling on a claw with his ears lowered the whole time. And with every furtive movement, the rest of his present awarded by the bulls might come spilling out into these panties as well!
Then behind came an assertive voice full of theatrical derision. "No! All wrong! That isn't how you wear the Lily costume! Come in the dressing room and I'll show you how to do it right." The sudden tone and force behind it ruined Copper's concentration. A sudden fountain of bovine seed gushed from his ass with a pathetic little wolfy howl as he tried to use his woefully short skirt to try and hide his new source of shame. "Slut! Can't wait to fill your filthy ass until after the show? And all over the costume like a cheap whore. Didn't I tell you all to use tampons and pads on your first cast meeting?" Copper had his tail curled up around his legs completely humiliated by this upstart conductor.
When the other presence left him all alone, he was at war with himself how to respond. Would it be wiser to sneak away or go along with this game until Haz made his sexy ass available? "I meant NOW you prissy bitch! What, too good to obey the rules AND the directors orders?" And that decided him. With a sharp squeal as though his tail had been stepped on, the husky followed slowly as he was bidden. He was in the large well-lit room with lockers and ten or so mirrored desks, just as the pushy male voice had gone behind a curtain to change.
He wasn't standing there for long as a blue cat came out wearing a pretty female sailor suit with a skirt and white go-go boots. A long moment of staring ensued as recognition dawned in both sets of confused twinkling eyes. Copper's heart skipped between beats of ecstatic delight. He'd been tirelessly obsessed over the sexy blue feline and had even moved to Nevada to be closer to his secret crush. "How did you get in there?!" Haz snapped with a sharp growl, more than annoyed at this sudden interruption to his life.
The husky lost all sense of politeness or social decorum at the sight of his idol, plus he never had much control over those feelings, anyway. "Can I have your autograph--or maybe some of your fur?!" He suddenly clamped his own muzzle shut to keep from sounding like a total freak like those people who make sculptures out of their crushes' trash. The dog wasn't THAT desperately strange, though he could understand why obsessed furs did such things.
"You've got some nerve coming here after all that cyber-stalking and the creepy e-mails sent to my box. Got any good reasons why I shouldn't call my Kony up here to kick that sorry ass out of my staging room?" The cat raised one impertinent eyebrow for an explanation, one hip raised saucily higher than the other as he held a cell phone ready to be dialed.
Copper could only shrug with a pathetic mewl, anticipating a beating any second. "No good reason." He repeated and offered none but a shocked softened doe-like expression as a fledgling defense for his unusual trespassing.
A tense moment followed, much like the first when they had met face to face. Haz finally put the phone away and stroked his chin. "At least you're honest. I feel confident I could ask if you were here to kidnap me and get a straight answer. So stalker, I smell a horny bulls' fluids on you. Did you have a good time?" Copper blushed, standing there, confused without an assertive response either way. "Oh, I see sweety. You're a virgin and this was your first. Must be hard trying to sort out those feelings of rape and undeniable pleasure as a macho male not used to having his ass abused." It was as though the observant cat was in his head reliving all those strange memories along with him! He spent a moment, twisting about daintily to see the soaked panties all sticky and wet in a mirror behind, now clinging to the fur of his ass like white dolphin skin. "Sluts who do a great deal of riding wear tampons, absorbent pads, buttplugs or even diapers. At least all my girls know better since these costumes are all dry clean only. Only newbs or complete cheap creampie whores wear nothing at all for the imminent mess. In your case excusable, but I have little patience for lazy girls." It was the strangest assortment of information he'd ever heard. Sissies used feminine products to stop cum messes?
Haz yawned, lazily grooming his whiskers with sideways ticks of a sultry blue tail. "Didn't I already send you like, a bunch of my autographed pictures? Those weren't good enough?" The cat observed with a curious tilt of his head.
He certainly considered the interloper an interesting break in a normally mundane day, but it was still a bit irritating that the husky thought he'd sneak into the club's backstage area. In truth, Haz had given his stalker friend over fifty signed pictures of himself nude in various positions in the vain hope that the husky would be satisfied and leave him alone. No luck, as the incidents of harassment intensified and had even scared his previous boyfriend away.
He watched warily as the husky blushed and smiled with a nod. "It wasn't enough; I just love you and your work too much!" The dog yipped out, very much like a young happy little puppy. Surprisingly that fact appealed to Haz's ego: who could get enough of his fine, sexy blue ass and meticulously shaven anus like a white twinkling star? To be fair, he would describe himself as too irresistable to fuck no matter how gross and sticky his bum and face got with stranger's clinging fluids all over his fur like congealed soup.
It was then that he got an idea for an autograph the husky couldn't possibly lose. Just the past Friday, one sissy brought in a homemade tattoo gun given to him by a tall brown horse boyfriend that had gotten out of prison a month ago. They had a little party doing tramp stamps and cutie marks on rumps like that pony show. Technically against company policy, but since Haz ran the show and not the club, he looked the other way as they mared up one another; a teal blue pony even getting a black rose tattoo'd right on and around the skin of his supple anus, which looked surprisingly beautiful and appeared to blossom open when he giggled or puckered it.
Now though, he was glad he'd allowed it since it proved a tidy and elegant solution to his current problem. "If you want a REAL autograph, then bend that ass over and hold still." Haz ordered, licking his whiskers devilishly like an imp as he smiled. It would be entirely fun to do this as some revenge for what the husky had put him through. If the husky wanted an autograph, he'd get one that never came off. Maybe not sensing Haz's treachery or perhaps just too trusting, the husky did as asked with a yip and excited series of sideswipes with his tail like a fuzzy windshield wiper.
The feline first casually denuded the area of the rump by just barely yanking down the panties until only the anus and swells of the buttocks were exposed, raising all the thick fur of the right cheek with the mad motions on clippers like a naughty magician. Copper more than likely felt the sudden chill on his bared skin, but didn't say anything. "Remember: if you move, you don't get an autograph and I kick you out." Confident his work wouldn't be disturbed, he turned off the shaver and turned on the tat gun at the same time, so Copper wouldn't notice what was going on. At least, not until it was to late.
Black ink was the only color available, as the contraband device had been created with a basic office pen refill but it would work just fine for signatures and other silly designs Haz may deem appropriate. "Smile for Kitty!" He purred out innocently like a playful kitten, pressing the rapidly stinging ink needle to Copper's cum-stained rear; that sexy hole puckering and bubbling with nervous little pops from sudden pain and making the husky growl and lower his tail. Haz held it back up in time, expecting such a reaction.
"Put that back up and stop fidgeting if you don't want me to fuck this thing up." He warned impatiently, an edge to his voice like a young feral lion.
The motion was hesitant and halting, but Copper managed to obey despite the pain. Satisfied he wouldn't be bothered from such delicate work, Haz went back to the task and did a large black Valentine's heart on that ass with an ornate frill design at the edges like a fancy tea cup doily. Then went on with an elegant cursive writing which, with a vibrating needle and unsteady hand, wasn't exactly easy. "For my number one fanny, love Haz the slut cat spaz." He finished with a giggle, poking a finger into the cream-filled hole and sucking on it to get a sample of the potent male juice deposited within. "Ah! I know those two! We play every Friday!" He giggles with a heavenly sigh of pleasure at remembering every crude rut by the legal immigrant bulls working the night shift at Mason's little house of consensual rape. He had a new pity for Copper, as he knew those bulls didn't exactly take 'no' for an answer.
He should have frozen some of their catnip-like deposits for later, but he often got hunger for their flavor. He continued to tease and tickle the fine bent over ass with honey purrs of enjoyment. "Now that I gave you my autograph, I demand my payment!" He snickers, pulling a barbed little kittycock from a loose leghole in his undies, rubbing around on it playfully with a paw while flicking his tail about like an impatient blue comet.
He could tell that even if Copper wasn't very happy about being fucked in his raw hole again, the husky would do anything for his hero. That suited the cat just fine, as he was quite undeniably horny by now and wanted no complications. The hole offered to him was reasonably destroyed and easy to poke into because of that. Haz gave the butt another silly slap on the reddened skin of the tattoo area with mischievous twinkling eyes, wagging his 'probe' up and down as his body crept forward like some blue rape specter. "Heeheehee! Here it is!" He giggles, suddenly slamming into the loose moistness with a gasp; enjoying the tremendous heat of a canid ass swallowing his whole stick like a carrot.
Copper howled, as much in pleasure as the stinging pain of the act. The rust-scented passage, though flaccid and empty as it was from all the stretching, still managed a decent grip on his firm kittyness like a wet throbbing hug of slimy balloons pressing at all angles. The husky wasn't slender enough to be truly cute in a feminine way, but two bulls certainly knew a good ass when they saw it; their overload of cum now squirting out with even Haz' own itty kitty dickie.
Kon made his way back to the stage, getting an eyeful of gay sex and mystified with a stirring of anger. Maybe it was a bit of jealousy. For the longest time, he tried to make sense of all those weird feelings while hiding behind a velvet red curtain and spying on the carnal act; a wet bone poking painfully at the front of his black slacks in eager desire.
The slimmer than average coyote only gave the cat two warnings before the forced entry that would follow, and neither one was slow enough to register properly as he silently loped to his prey on two cautious muffled footpaws like a naked ninja with a silly bobbing hardon sticking out of his wide open zipper. Then he yanked harshly upwards on that pretty dress while skewering his red veiny arrow forward. Kon growled, frustrated as the tip bumped under Haz' taint and loose balls to pop ever briefly into Copper's loosened slippery hole, not that that bitch puppy seemed to mind. Aside from the slight annoyance, the wadded panties rubbing on the topside of his shaft gave an intense warm soft sensation.
Haz, quickly realising what had just happened, instinctively hissed like a feral cat with his back slightly arched and raised; manicured claws slipping from sheathes like little nervous daggers precariously poking into the soft squishy fullness of Copper's round buttery spread-colored assflesh. "What just-" He challened in alarmed disbelief as his head struggled to look back around with piercing slitted red glowing eyes and frantic bouncing whiskers.
His demand was silenced by a howl of pure excitement, Konyote nipping him sharply on the ear with gently teeth as the canid yanked down the panties to Haz' upper thighs like the swell of an ornate stocking and screamed: "Surprise buttsex!" And it was certainly a surprise, as he'd been too busy punishing poor Copper with cock to notice (and rightly proven, too!) that they might not be so alone as he first assumed. He puts his nails back and relaxes in the grip of his sexy friend, once hostile compusre melting into a loose liquid state of ambivalent lust, glad that it was Kon who would be entertaining the fine discerining appetite of his ass.
The cat readjusted himself suggestively, his tail raised higher as bunched knees and a forward lean over Copper's back had suddenly turned his fine furry girlass into a cute fuzzy heart. Kon stood back a bit to admire the curvatures of the sissy feline body as the miniskirt was handily folded out of the way across Haz' waist like a white and blue trimmed saddle.
That fine sky-blue ass also looked nice and peachlike as a juice-filled fruit ready to be squeezed; the cheeks plumping together in two perfect halves like baked bread loaves with a slim line of white coloring going down the crack ever suggestively like a landing strip for cocks. The anus was missing a stem, but otherwise tiny and wrinkled like the pit in a sundried nectarine. "You want the big bad coyote knot?" He growled out lustily, spreading a sheen of lubing pre all over the tip and shaft while wanting the knot to be as dry, rude, and rough as possible for entry.
Unexpectedly, his buttkitten made no response, as he was lost in passions all his own. While clear those rapists bulls had done their damage to the poor husky bum, it appeared to have an odd talent for bouncing back into shape quite fast; a talent that Haz had only recently mastered with anal Kegelcising exercises to keep the inner muscles tight and springy no matter what occured. "If you didn't hear me, then I guess I'll announce my intent in other ways." Konyote joked, poking his arrowtip into the steamy-hot sauna of awaiting ruddy pink balloons within; all inflated and pressing in on his tool with a stunning wrestler-grip strength. For awhile, it was just too tight to get more than an inch deep.
He remembered he could only ever get ever further in on the first try only by using sloppy concentrated lube, thick grease, or getting seconds after Haz had already been passed around by all the horny employees of Mason's. Even if Haz' mind was woefully occupied by ravaging the loose dogbutt, it wouldn't stay that way for long once Kon insisted his way inside with some 'persuasive' pushing. Another inch, and he was already feeling a sudden warm unwelcome crush from all sides thanks to that always ever ready virgin tightness of his slutty friend. The fancy stockings on those slender girlish thighs felt kinda nice and slick rubbing against his now pantsless unshaven naked legs. "A whore could never feel as good as you, my bitch." He mumbled out under his breath, wanting to say it aloud for himself but not wanting the cat to listen in and grow insulted.
They were all having a fun time--even Copper, as his hole gaped and belched puddles of fizzling frothy bull milkshake all over the floor like sudsy cleaning soap. Meanwhile, Kon enjoyed watching the cheap cotton panties creep down Haz shapely feminine stockinged legs like a white braided rope of sissy fetters. The cotton rubbing on his sensitive tan balls proved only a passing fancy before they drifted securely to the cat's knobby knees like a linked chain of squirted whipped cream. He gave the bouncy rear a few aggressive pops with an open palm, smiling as it wiggled like two lumpy waterbeds. "Who's my little kitty whore?" He growls, enjoying the view and position of authority while clasping slightly muscular paws to the cat's rounded hips. His body tensed--preparing stubborn unexercised muscles in his legs and abs to ready themselves for the final anal-rending push into Haz' tightly guarded sluttish pleasure chamber.
The blue sexkitten had his ears lowered as a deceitful aire of coyness overcame him. "I ish?" Whimpering and blushing like a nervous schoolgirl in trouble, selling the act to get the coyote intensely in the mood to drill into such a fine tiny ass with an unassuming dimple of an anus that was little more than a mere speck, but opened to surprisingly cocky girthful objects.
Kon let out a lusty howl and gave the feline all that he deserved: eight inchess of doggyness and a hard act to follow; a two inch wide knot that gave the once virgin squishiness a run for its money. The 'wild' dog smiled in satisfaction as his thick knot actually pushed both buttocks apart to the side to make room for his mighty organ even as Haz let out a sharp whining cry from the wide embellishment trying to split him open. Surprisingly, the slutty young thing actually backed his plump butt INTO the persistent poker with groans and squeaks of fastidious impatience. The urgency of the self-impalement appeased and impressed Kon, who found the spectacle comparable to a dog in heat desperately wanting a mounting.
Once the big bad wolfy knot shoved and pushed and blew the anus down for entry and nestled neatly inside like the pop of a bone being relocated back into place, the two fine fuzzy buns came back together as if nothing had been amiss. Once tied, Kon had two choices; use the one inch of shaft behind the knot for quick rapid thrusts, or rip it out painfully out and shove it back in repeatedly for a vicious bout of roughness some dogfurs took extreme delight in doing. As Haz had been on the receiving end of both such techniques, he couldn't readily decide on how to go about it as a slight trickle of pre wound its way from the cat's hole and dripped from his teal balls like salted water. In the moment that Kon was idly grinding against the toasty velveteen bum, Haz suddenly hopped forth like a bunny from the coyote's once firm grip--and his nice plug like a loud uncorked bottle. There was a brief moment of intense pain etched in Haz' close-eyed face, but the tan dog could tell the feline enjoyed the sudden removal of the dong more than anything; a purring growl of enjoyment rumbling from delicate pretty cocksucker lips like a toy boat motor in water, the pleasant niose just kind of bubbling out as a joyful greeting. "That was fun. You need to do that more!" Haz teased with lingering happy murmurs, licking his whiskers as his own cum now drained from Copper and his own cock like a spiderweb bridge, who now lay flat on the cold dirty tiled floor while rubbing a lacy panty-clad shaft. He also turned back to the husky with an amused smirk on faint pouty blue girlish lips pursed just enough to be extra erotic. "And you passed your audition to be an actor in our sissy burlesque show. It's obvious that if you're such an obsessed fan, you'd know all the moves for our show." Haz declared with a thoughtful wink and blew a kiss as his tempting legs rolled the plain panties around between like hemp or wool.
For his part, Kon faintly agreed with the idea: stalker's aren't nearly so nefarious and scary once placed in drag and raped like the cheapest whore on the block. "Good idea. I could use some practice on a dog ass, for once." The coyote proudly declared, licking his lips at the pretty sight of Copper in the maid uniform. "But that outfit isn't QUITE finished, is it?" He offers catching the mischeivous' spark flickering in Haz' mysterious ruby eyes. A grin came across his lips as the cat crawled forth, catching the meaning of his words. Sometimes, period historical costumes lacked the one detail that made them perfect. As Haz' lovely lips, tongue, and delicate mesh gloved hands fondled themselves securely but daintily to his genitals, it was obvious the adorable buttkitten knew what the coyote had so subtly alluded to. "Yes, that's right. In a bit, you'll look all proper for your role." He promised, hot tongue causing nervous spasms of pleasure in his back and tense fidgeting legs that threatened to make his knees just cave in on him without warning.
The feline was such an old hand at understanding the nuances of Kon's body and sensitive pleasure spots, that it just wasn't fair. Haz giggled, using his unfair advantage while twisting the hot kitten tongue around over the pulsing wet meat. "Fair, fair. Right sweetness?" He giggles, giving it fun licks across the length like a naked hotdog while one paw skittered silken paws against his tight balls in a ticklish motion. Kon snorts, shaking his head with a grunt as the tongue worked up top with crawling nibbling lips as the other paw teased the underside of his rapturous organ like five silly feathers. "Say when. . ." The pretty feline purred, sharp slitted retina's guiding the accuracy of the coyote cannon with ease; the hard flesh angled just right like a mortar while his sissy amorous lover giggles merrily.
Kon, lost in the intense pleasure of the random paws and tongue-strokes, looked over to his mischievous kitty as he did his best not to shove or interfere in the oral attentions in any manner. "When what?" He coughed out, the tongue on his tip causing him to gag on his own saliva from the unexpected sensations--and was immediately lost to all but storms of carnal emotions as Haz took the cue from the confused and unprepared canid.
His eyes shut harshly as his crotch thrust out in one sudden vulgar display of sexual release; a hot mouth engulfing his cock whole and then leaving it just as suddenly after some artful tongue-wagging, leaving his animated loads free to land on Copper's face like a silver rainbow splattering on his surprised fuzzy cheeks and along the bridge of his nose. The husky nervously reached a paw up to a sinewy viscous rope of it and stuffed it past his lips with a blush of subservient satisfaction. "When we make Copper a part of our family, of course!" Haz declared, a shifty amorous look on his eyes accompanied by a casual grace of lingering boredom only a feline could exhibit with perfection.
He looked down at the husky; all covered by dominant males' fluids and nodded sagely with a pleasant aloft grin from canid panting and contentment. "If Copper ever learns to suck cock as good as you, sweety, your fine sissy ass might be looking for a new job." Kon teased, sidling up to the sexy boi to fondle the blue girly with an encompassing hug.