Captive Audience
Warning! Warning! Warning! This story contains all those things your mom and dad said they'd tell you about when you grew up, in hopes you'd never ask again. Avert your eyes, lest this missage burns itself into your retinas, for I can't be held accountable for your marred purity! And all the rest. You know the deal. 18 blah blah don't read blah blah legal blah blah... Okay, enough on with the story. Also, this is Part 1 of a story trade with Alex_Eagle! Check out his part, the second half, when it's done! Warning! Warning! Warning! __________________ Captive Audience - By Kandrel
- * * The high pitched whining of some teenage female of indeterminate species blared just barely over the static being emitted by the well abused speakers surrounding us. My mustelid friend folded his ears down in dismay, glowering irritatedly at the hidden tweeter. "For once, why can't a 'music' store actually play 'music'?" he groaned, one paw flipping distractedly through a horizontal stack of CD's. I took the bait and quickly lifted my muzzle, slipping into the whiniest falsetto I could manage. "My manager said my boobs aren't large enough, but are they large enough for you? Tell me! Are they large enough for you?" I sang with no apparent melody or rhythm. He groaned and sent a well-aimed finger poke towards my stomach. I reflexively curled, trying to avoid the jab, while my tail upset a cardboard display behind me. Reaching back, I steadied the cut-out of some pop singer (and her bust). "Come on, just pick one, Jamie. I want to get out of here before this screeching makes my ears bleed." The otter flipped again indecisively, then settled on something. The band name was scrawled in an unintelligible script across the side, and something blurry and indeterminate splotched onto its cover. I shook my head, then tugged at his tail, pulling him up to the teller. The mustelid flopped the CD onto the counter, and the gum chewing till jockey behind the keyboard (who probably liked the pop singer) scanned it in with bored ease. I paid for the CD quickly, and we quickly evacuated the music store. "Well, happy birthday, Jamie. Why do I always end up buying you CD's with cover art that looks like a cum stain?" The otter blushed deeply, but didn't comment, other than leaning over and pecking me lightly on the neck with his cold nose. We trooped merrily over to the electronics store, where I could easily pick a waving scaled tail out from between racks and rows of brightly colored packages. I put my finger over my muzzle and shushed at Jamie, before sneaking off quietly down one of the rows. As the tail came into view, I shot out a paw, catching the tip in a tight grip. I was rewarded with an undignified yelp, and the sound of clattering boxes hitting the floor on the other side of the rack. A long scaled snout shot up over the shelves as Aquilus peered down at me. "Evil bitch. Just about gave me a heart attack." He visibly calmed, eye ridges reattatching themselves to his forehead as he smirked. "You and that pretty otter done?" Before I could answer, the lizard yipped again, eyes going wide, and I heard the clattering of more boxes hitting the ground. The otter in question's head joined the Aquilus' above the top of the shelves, the tip of a scaled tail in his mouth. I barked a loud laugh, drawing weird looks from the sales staff. "Let's get out of here before we're assaulted by the help." I barked, trying to smother the smile on my face. "You two beasts can go wherever you want. *I'm* staying right here. I've got an evil empire to plan!" Aquilus struck a hilarious pose, and the smile won control of my face. "Uhm, love, aren't you just building a computer?" I asked, muzzle open in a barely contained laugh. "Computer today, tomorrow the world! Now shoo! I can't think with you two stealing my attention span." He shoo'd us out of the store, gathering the dropped boxes and shooting the nervous staff an apologetic glance. I sighed, shrugging at the otter padding jauntily to my side. He winked, and barked a laugh back at me. "Well foxy, looks like we're stuck here for a bit longer." He reached out and caught my tail. "I needed to get some new clothes anyway, and it might as well be now." I groaned loudly, but obediently followed him towards a department store, the stock seeming to have exploded out of the front and taking up room in the hall. Brightly colored signs hung at crooked angles from old tape proclaimed this to be the sale of some unspecified time period. Jamie glanced among them, but passed by the racks without looking back, dragging me deep into the bowels of the too-brightly lit and tightly packed storefront. Jamie picked his way absently through the stands, and picked out a few pairs of pants, seemingly at random. He held one up, holding them critically in front of him. "Think these are too big?" I shrugged at him, mind anywhere but here in the department store. "Hmm, I can't tell. Come along foxy, got to try these on. My attention immediately snapped back, and I tugged at my captive tail. "Wait a se..." He put a paw over my muzzle and looked around sneakily. Sure I wouldn't give up the game, he tugged my tail again, pulling me over towards the changing rooms. With another furtive glance down the hallway leading towards the little stalls, he pushed me into one, then followed me in. "I've still yet to thank you for the birthday present, foxy." Lithe webbed fingers dropped the fly on his jeans, tugging the offending apparel down, leaving only the thin white fabric of his briefs covering his arrousal. I licked my lips, and swung my large ears high. After a moment of concentration, I caught the rustles of all the nearby moving beings, finding nothing suspicious. I licked my lips, then pushed him back against the wall of the stall, catching his knees on the low seat and buckling them back as I licked at his muzzle insistently. He nodded back to me, a smirk on his muzzle, as he quickly removed the bindings on my pants as well, dropping them to my ankles. "Come on foxy, we can't spend too long here." I smiled, and reached down, grabbing his tail. He swung it up, circling my neck, then tugging as he used it to lever himself to his knees on the little seat, putting his paws up against the mirror overlooking the that side of the stall. I shuffled out of my own briefs quickly, and pushed my dripping sheath against the white material of his underwear. He groaned, louder than I would have liked, and clawed soundlessly at the mirror. He reached down, tugging at his briefs, struggling before finally freeing himself from the tight fabric. His own sheath was rolled up to his abdomen, and his own mustelid shaft hung heavily between his legs. He curled up a bit, trying to fit comfortably on the shelf of a seat. Given his taller form, it was a feat. I ended the strugling for him, wrapping my paws around his waist and hugging tightly as I pushed my hips forward, a few inches of arousal spearing from my sheath and squishing spongily against the tight pucker underneath the otter's lifted tail. It only took a few wet thrusts to line up with my target, then with a groan from both of us, I sank my shaft into his tailhole. As I pushed, my sheath rolled back from my still stiffening shaft, gathering in a wrinkled ring behind my knobs as I pushed my mostly unformed knot into the otter. Jamie chittered softly, hugging me tightly with his tail as he spread his webbed fingers over the mirror. One of his paws quickly darted down, and I felt a slow and steady vibration as he started pawing his own shaft, biting down on a loud moan. I swiveled my ears, still hearing nothing out of the ordinary from the store (beyond the staccato squelching sound of the otter under me jerkily stroking his shaft.) I pulled back, then thrust deeply, licking my lips and nuzzling up against Jamie's long back, huffing myself quickly towards a splendid orgasm. I slid slickly into and out of his grasping tailhole, my copious vulpine pre lubricating the way as I thrust, trying hard to restrain my yowls of pleasure as the otter's rump tightened around my thick cock. I pistoned quickly, wasting no time as I thrust away madly. Jamie squeezed tightly around me suddenly, eliciting a frenzied yip from me as I shivered. I held his hips tightly and tugged, and it was only a second or two of clawing at the ground before my knot slid, then locked in his spasming rump. I heard the splash as otter cum sprayed across the seat, a few drops splattering the mirror. He groaned, breath leaving a long steamy path across the glass as he pushed back against me sensuously. I bit his tail, shivering as my own orgasm dragged me along for the ride, tail slashing and thumping against the door. Jamie's tight ass milked along my length as I sprayed and squirted fitfully, growling pleasantly against his back. I relaxed, enjoying a rather long orgasm. We'd only been resting a minute before my ears caught a sound well out of the ordinary. The jingle of keys, and a soft swooshing, coupled with the heavy "Tak Tak" of claws on tile, heading this way. No, not claws, talons. And the swooshing of furled wings. An avian, headed this way, and quickly, with keys. I looked down at Jamie, and he gulped. I tugged, and he complained, holding my hips and whining under his breath. The lock right behind my (quite exposed) rear clicked, then the door opened. An avian beak stuck into our little stall, and my alarm turned to surprise. "Kylarr, what are..." "Shush, stupid fox! You're lucky I was the one on shift today. You know how much trouble you could have gotten me into?" I glanced back at him guiltily, and Jamie in front of me squeaked a relieved sigh. He pawed at the mirror, still somewhat caught, and eyed back at the gryphon. The gryphon gave a little nervous start, then swiveled his eartufts. He looked back and forth, eyes missing nothing, and stepped forward, locking the stall door behind him. Now, with three inhabitants, the stall was achingly small, and Kylarr was pushed up against my backside just to fit. He rubbed taloned hands across my bare rear, and I heard a light clink. I looked back, and saw that he was lowering his own pants, long gryphonic erection pressing against my rear. "Kylarr, are you sure?" He grinned widely, and with the same urgency, tugged his shaft down to tickle at my tailhole. He pushed, the dry entry stinging as he buried his cock in me. "This is payment for me not turning you two in on the spot." I winced, and collapsed across Jamie's back as the gryphon started tugging himself from my tailhole, tail swishing in discomfort against his broad and muscled chest. His second thrust was definitely less painful, and with Jamie's insides still hugging tight around my shaft, I was in danger of being dragged into round two. The tall gryphon leaned across my back, sandwiching me tightly between his spread thighs and the otter's taut rump. He whispered something to Jamie, and the otter lost his somewhat miffed expression, and started pushing back against me again. I tried to stay calm, I honestly did, but my instincts seemed to have other ideas. Both of my feet left the ground as I laid myself completely across Jamies back, feet catching the lip of the shelf as I started thrusting wildly, arching back to meet the gryphon's thick shaft, tugging what little of my shaft would move with my knot crushed in the gloriously tight otter rump in front of me. Kylarr growled predatorially over me, beak leaning down and nipping my ruff. His veined shaft twitched in me, and he started thrusting to meet my frenzied humps, cock digging deeply into me. I heard him whisper in my ear, softly enough not to carry past our little compartment. "Sexy foxy, you've got such a nice tight little ass. I wish I could ride it all day." He nipped at my ears, growling his pleasurable moans just for me and the otter. I reached down, putting my paws between Jamie's legs as I melded myself to his back. The otter bent his back around, displaying marvelous mustelid agility, and started licking and kissing at my muzzle, long whiskers tickling mine as he urged me on. I yelped, probably much louder than I should have, and let loose in him again. My body went rigid as I twitched, knot ballooning almost painfully as my shaft swam in a little pool of vulpine cum, trapped by our tie. As I squeezed down, I heard a loud smack behind me, and glanced up. Jamie barked an otterish laugh, and I grinned, watching Kylarr's wings tent, smacking against the sides of the stall. He growled playfully and thrust hard, pushing both Jamie and I against the mirror. I shivered, cock twitching in the willing otter underneath me, and squeezing down on the thick gryphon cock invading my own ass. Kylarr seemed to like this, and with another muffled thump as his wings mantled (or attempted to) he bottomed out, fuzzy sheath squashed against my reddened and sore tailhole as he throbbed hard, then shot his sticky gryphon spunk into me. I could feel the spurts, and after a second, I felt it start to dribble down my rumpcheeks, then over my still jittering sac. Kylarr huffed loudly in my ear, and tugged back, still dripping shaft tugging from my ass and laying across my rump cheeks as he bent, gathering his pants in his paws. He wiped himself across my fur, and tugged his pants up, locking his belt around his waist. Signaled by this, Jamie slowly started tugging against me, and the gryphon held my hips still. After a few seconds of painful tugging, Jamie slipped off my knot, and quickly tugged his pants up, looking just a little green around the gills as he visibly clenched. Taking my que, I pulled my own pants up last, straining to hide my still engorged member and knot in my suddenly too small pants. Jamie looked at both of us, then leaned over whispering to me, "I *really* need to hit the bathroom. Meet you back at the entrance soon." He dashed off, prancing in the dance of someone that really needs to hit the head, and is holding everything as still as possible while moving as fast as they can. I spun on the gryphon as he locked up the stall as we exited. "You owe me foxy!" I rubbed my somewhat sore rear. "Owe you, for what? I thought I just paid up in full!" I winked up at him, shivering and shaking myself out. He shook his large gryphonic head. "Oh, no, that was for me not turning you in then. You owe me for bribing the guard on duty today to give me the security tape." I gulped, my ears going red (at least, redder than normal.) "You mean all that's on tape?" The gryphon smiled and rubbed a talon over my back slowly, nodding as he shook himself, trying to get his work uniform to fit him properly again. "Every glorious second of it! Oh, I look forward to enjoying THAT tape at home." I gasped. "You bitch! You're going to get that tape for me so I can dispose of it! I don't want all that on record!" "That'll cost you extra foxy." He winked softly and grinned, licking his lips. _________________________________________________________________ (Fin! Kandrel and Kylarr are copyright J. Fox Rosenberg, Aquilus and Jamie are copyright their respective characters, and any other resemblance to other characters is only incedental and unintentional. Reposting is permissable, however, all reposts must be in original form, and must contain the author's name unaltered.) Send Kandrel mail! fox at foxyonline dot com Comments and suggestions are welcome, flames can go to hell!