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Trent Fuzzner was laying in her bed. HER BED! Acara was shaking like a Chihuahua as she pored a glass of water for the singer and herself. This was way too much for the feline to handle. She idolized this man. She knew every lyric to every song, and could play all of his music flawlessly on her bass. This fur saved her life multiple times, and he had no idea. "I can tell him how much me means to me!" She whispered in a shaky voice. "Maybe we can jam. Or compose or something!" She was like a small kitten going to Disney World for the first time.

Timidly she walked into her bedroom with the glasses. "Here..." She handed it to the dog and sat down in a near by chair.

"What's this?" Trent eyed the glass; unsure of whether it was alcohol or soda, or something else.

"Its water," she said softly. "You'll get a bad hang over in the morning if you don't drink lots of water." Acara was finding it silly that she was taking care of him.

"Really?" He took a sip, then once satisfied that it was what the feline said, downed the entire glass. "Hey, why are you over there?" His eyes focused in on the white blob. Everything was still swirling around him and blurry. "Come here, come here!" The Weimaraner grinned. Drinking always made him horny, and now was no exception.

Acara couldn't help but listen to him. Shyly, she crawled up unto the bed and next to the musician. He put his arm around her neck and brought her very close to him. The feline was leaning up against him, which meant he could feel her trembling. She blushed and looked down, too nervous to actually look at him in the face.

"You're a vibrating kitty," the canine said in a drunken tone and laughed. He put his drink down and used his free hand to scratch under Acara's chin. The cat automatically melted inside and started purring. There is no way she could ever resist that. Trent grinned, knowing he found her weak spot. "Kitty like?" The cat nodded.

The Weimaraner was having a hard time containing himself. He needed to have sex with something. He pushed the feline down on the bed and got on top of her, causing her to gasp. "Kitty like this too?" He leaned down and bit into her neck. A small moan escaped her lips, so the dog bit harder drawing the slightest bit of blood. He lapped it up and grinned. "So you're a naughty little kitty aren't you?" Trent couldn't help it and thrust against her, causing the feline to go wide eyed. "You're loving this."

Acara couldn't respond. She really was loving it, every little second. She began meeting the canine's thrusts, letting out little mews each time they rubbed together. The canine was getting more and more aggressive as he realized the felines willingness to submit to him. Her arms had grabbed on to the singers shirt as the two began to move faster. Trent, however, wasn't going to let her do this. He grabbed each of her arms and pinned them to the bed, causing the cat to yelp. "Nuh-uh," he grinned. "I can tell you're a submissive one. You're going to do as I say." With one final thrust he got off the bewildered calico cat and began to look around the room. "Hmm, you have to have something here..." Even in his drunkenness the dog could tell she had what he needed.

"What... are you doing?" Acara sat upright in the bed, panting slightly. Trent was taking control of her, just like how she always imagined it. Her heart was racing and she wanted more, now. This was only frustrating her.

Trent turned and gave her an evil eye. "You're in to bondage. So where is it?" The cat's eyes went wide. How the hell did he know that? As if he heard the question he pointed to the fake handcuffs hanging above her bed. Acara's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. Nervously, she pushed herself off the bed and went over to her desk. She pulled out one of the draws and lo and behold, there was her own mini sex shop. The canine had a mischievous grin on his face as he drunkenly made his way over and peered in. "These are good." He pulled out a pair of cuffs with nylon straps that could be tied to whatever the users felt like. "Come here." The feline listened to the order, and willingly put out her arms out so Trent could wrap the cuffs around her wrists.

The canine used the nylon straps like a leash and pulled the cat back onto the bed. Then, he tightly tied the straps to each side of the bed. The feline was stuck now. He wasted no time in jumping on top of her; using a claw he cut her shirt in half and pulled it off of her. "Hey!" Acara was suddenly angry, that shirt was a lot of money. She struggled under him, "That shirt..." She felt a paw cover her mouth.

"Shut up," he growled. "You have no say anymore." To make his point clear, he took a piece of the ripped shirt and used it as a gag.

Acara was actually getting scared. She wanted this man more then anything, but now he was a bit to controlling. She realized he was drunk, so that was only making matters worse. The singer also probably thought she had sex before, and that wasn't the case either. The feline began to pull on the restrains to try and get loose, but they wouldn't budge.

Trent grinned at the cats' reaction. She wasn't getting lose so he had nothing to worry about. Using his claws once again, he ripped off the felines bra reveling her very large chest. "Look at these," he whispered. He took one in his paw and teased her nipple, causing Acara to suddenly tense up and stop struggling for a moment. The singer leaned down and lapped at a nipple to see the reaction it got. The cat breathed in heavily, so he did it again. Satisfied that she calmed down, Trent took off his shirt and tossed it to the side. That was followed by his pants and boxers. "Hmm," there was still one problem. Quickly he undid the buckle on the felines pants and pulled them all the way down. "Someone isn't wearing any panties," he growled in a seductive tone.

Acara was breathing heavily. Reality had just hit her of what was happening. She was lying naked, totally bare ass naked, tired to her bed with Trent Fuzzner staring at her crotch. In the dim light she could see his erection, which was pretty large, and knew that was going to be inside her. The feline started to worry that she wasn't ready to have sex, the same thing that happened when she and her boyfriend almost did it for the first time and she chickened out. 'I can't do this. I can't do this.' She kept repeating in her mind. Though her panicking, she didn't notice the canine sit down between her legs until he pushed a claw inside her.

The last thing Trent thought was that the feline would be this tight. "Holy shit!" He said in awe, "You're so tight, you're a virgin aren't you?" He heard the cat whimper in response. 'Shit!' Acara came off to him as a pretty promiscuous fur, but now he figured that was probably just because he was drunk. Oh well, he could still fuck her hard, but he would have to take his time. The singer wasn't that mean that he would just plow right into her. "I won't hurt you." It didn't sound very convincing because his words came out in a drunken slur. The Weimaraner removed his claw and crawled back on top of the cat. "Now, before I do something to you, I want you to do something to me." He took of the gag, grabbed hold of his cock and pushed the head up against her lips. "Suck it."

Just hearing Trent tell her that he wouldn't hurt her was enough to calm the cat down a bit. It still did not put her completely at ease however. Even though she was freaking out, the feline still listened to the musician. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip of the dog's penis. She then began to slowly work the member into her mouth, sucking on it lightly. Acara heard the musician let out a sigh, and took this as encouragement. She did her best to try to get as much of it in her mouth as possible, but found it difficult in her position. She flicked her tongue over the dog's sensitive spot under the head, causing Trent to breath in sharply.

"You're fucking good at this," Trent growled. He put his paws on the back of her head to try and get more of it in. Acara moaned causing the vibrations to go though him, and it made the dog shutter. He loved that. "Suck it harder," he commanded. The cat listened almost immediately, intensifying everything she was doing. It didn't take long for him to feel like he was about to cum. He quickly pulled out, not wanting it to end so soon. "Some of the best head I've ever had," he growled into her ear. The dog leaned down and kissed her, hard. The feline moaned into his mouth, she was getting quite horny herself now.

Trent seductively moved down her body until his snout was over her crotch. "You slut, I can smell how turned on you are." The canine loved talking dirty when he was drunk. Without a second thought he shot out his tongue and licked from the bottom to the top of her vagina. The feline gasped and tensed up, so the dog did it again. Acara quickly started purring and mewing from the feeling. The Weimaraner used his paws to spread her lips and began attacking her clit. He could feel his captive withering above him, and her moans only made him want to do it more. He slowly worked his tongue down until he was at her entrance; the dog thrust it inside of her a few times and then sat up. "I think you're good enough now." Trent used that as an excuse to finally fuck her. The reality was he needed to be inside of her NOW.

Acara suddenly tensed up. "I...I..." She was panicking last minute again, but this time she couldn't stop it. Her body quivered and her fur stood on end, she was scared.

The singer was over her, his cock resting against her crotch, "Don't worry," he said with a grin, "you'll be fine." At this point he had no concern for the felines feelings, he reassured her enough.

"I can't do it!" Acara said in a scared whine. She felt so stupid; she always said that she'd do this in a heartbeat. Now the cat was chickening out. This one chance, gone. She felt like no matter what decision she made that she'd hate herself for it.

"To bad!" Trent growled. He was sick of the cats shit. With one quick thrust, the musician was buried balls deep inside her. He ignored the scream that followed, but was nice enough to wait until his captive got used to the feeling. The Weimaraner locked eyes with Acara for a moment, he noticed the fear and anger, but it didn't quite register in his mind. After a few minutes Trent finally started to move, thrusting slowly in and out of the feline.

Acara couldn't believe that the canine just did that to her. Was this rape? She couldn't think about that right now, the pain the intrusion caused hurt too much to think. The feline cringed and waited, hoping it would all end soon. That's when the Weimaraner thrust slowly, and mixed in she felt a bit of pleasure. She could feel herself getting used to having the member inside of her, and she could feel herself starting to enjoy it more and more. All the animosity she had towards the canine for doing this to her was quickly thrown out the window.

"I knew you'd like it," Trent growled down at her. He picked up his pace even more, and was now bent over the feline, practically snout to snout with her. The canine could see her struggling, and loved the look ecstasy upon her face. He didn't know why, usually he just fucked and that was it. But there was something about this cat...

The singer was so close to her now, and Acara just couldn't help it. She managed to arch her head up and kiss him. She half expected the dog to break it off, but much to her surprise he pushed her head down and deepened the kiss. In the felines fantasies, Trent was an amazing kisser. The actual thing did not disappoint. She had never been kissed like this before, and even though he was drunk it was still amazing. The calico cat moaned into the kiss as their thrusting started to speed up. She was nearing the edge, as was the singer.

Trent was impressed by the kiss, which gave him reason to keep going until neither of them could breathe. When they broke apart the canine started moving as fast as he could, he was so close! He could feel Acara having a hard time keeping up, but he didn't care. "I won't knot you," he growled. He could feel the bulge growing at his base, and it was hard not to just shove it in the feline.

"Ah...Trent..." Everything was too much for her. Everything was building up inside the cat, the feeling of the cock inside her, the canines moaning, and each thrust rubbing against her clit. Suddenly Acara felt a spot get hit inside of her, which threw her over the edge. The feline moaned loudly as she orgasmed, arching her head back as the pleasure coursed though her.

The spasms of the cat's orgasm set off the canines. He grunted and bit into Acara's neck in a vampiric like fashion. He thrust three more times, shooting jet after jet of semen. Trent practically collapsed on top of his worn out captive. But before he let himself fall asleep he untied the cat and threw the restraints off to the side. "That wasn't half bad for a first timer," he panted. The canine could feel most of the alcohol wearing off as he started to drift off.

Acara blushed and cuddled up next to Trent. "You're amazing," was all she could mutter out. It was so cliché, but it was true and she was glad she did it. The experience was everything she dreamed off, and even a bit better. The feline could feel herself falling asleep over, and gave in with a smile upon her face.