Coqui's Opera
Another of my pets, he wanted me to use only his pet name in order to keep his identity hidden. No I will not tell you who this is. Just know that I have full ownership of this character and story. ^_^
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The opera house was slowly filling up, as a red panda stood in the balcony seats, fiddling idly with his jacket. It was bit uncomfortable but hopefully his Mistress would let him take the jacket off soon enough. His tail ringed with black fur instead of white, the mask markings on his face were the same color as the rings on his tail. He sipped a glass of sparkling cider and tried to keep from making a face. This stuff is awful. Where is she? His thoughts drifted as the other guests of the balcony seats chatted amongst themselves. He found his Mistress talking to a very large polar bear with a red and white feline on his arm. Mistress looked beautiful as always. Her orange fur contrasting nicely with the black floor length dress she had on. The fur along her paws and forearms black, and made it seem like she was wearing long silk gloves.
He flicked his black ringed tail restlessly. Why was I dragged here? I never go to Mistress's social gatherings... He sipped his drink again agitated. His black and white tux making him hot and annoyed, he turned and leaned against the balcony to look down at the stage. It was beautiful, gold's and red's scattered everywhere over the curtains. They were in the blue box, everything a soft soothing blue color, the floor and chairs white to simulate being seated in clouds. He felt a paw on his shoulder and turned to find his Mistress smiling at him, holding a glass of deep red wine. "Come now Coqui, I know that must taste awful, have some wine." She took his fluke and handed it to a bus boy, letting him sip at her wine. "This is Master Blake and his wife, Lady Myrr. This is my red panda pet, Coqui." She placed a paw on his lower back protectively.
"Pleasure to meet you Coqui, are you excited about the play?" Master Blake spoke in a deep booming voice, but it was somehow soothing. Coqui imagined he could melt a girl's heart in seconds.
"I am sir; I've never seen Moulin Rouge." He handed his Mistress the wine and turned to bow lightly towards the couple as she had instructed to do before they arrived.
"You have such manners! I'm impressed, but there is no need for such things with us, we've known this gorgeous fox here for years." The smaller feline had a sultry voice and a caring smile. Coqui smiled back, coughing a bit, before turning to his Mistress.
"Mistress, may I remove my jacket?" He words sweet, and voice like syrup. He knew making this tone of voice would normally melt her into a puddle. She grinned and used his collar to pull him forward. It was made of white leather, a thick yellow ribbon centered on it, with a smaller light blue ribbon in the center of that. The D ring was a special design; a slightly disturbing smiley, the mouth an open smirk that mocked anyone who looked at it.
"My Coqui may take his jacket off when the lights dim." She winked and gave him a small nip on the ear. Whispering briefly, "And if he is really well behaved he may get to sing in his own opera tonight."
He managed not to shiver at her words. His tail flicking back and forth in thought. Just then the lights started to dim and everyone took their seats. He immediately rid himself of his jacket, breathing a sigh of relief and rolling his shoulders. Sitting by his Mistress and placing a paw on her thigh carefully. He couldn't stop thinking about that whispered promise.
His mistress watched the show intently; he watched with a bit less enthusiasm however and soon caught himself rubbing up and down the soft velvet of the fox's dress. Catching himself he coughed and placed his paw on his own lap. She smiled and leaned over to bite roughly on his neck.
"You're behaving very well Coqui; I cannot wait to get home."
He couldn't stop himself this time, shivering as the words moved through his body like morphine. He wondered what she had in mind. Thoughts drifting to the last time he had sang for her. He had been tied to a bench and slowly stroked; being milked is what she called it. Never stroking fast enough to get more than half hard, only constantly dripping precum as he moaned and groaned; singing until he could sing no longer. Fuck now I'm horny at the opera... He tried focusing on the show, watching the dancers and listening to the words of the songs.
He felt her silky smooth paw move up his thinly clothed thigh. He did his best not to moan, instead squirming slightly in his chair. "Mistress..." He whispered as to not disturb the other patrons.
"Yes Coqui?" She smirked and rubbed a flat palm against his groin.
"F-fuck Mistress I can't pay attention to the opera if you are distracting me." His breath seethed through his teeth, as he struggled to keep his composure. "Does Mistress wish to watch the play or..." His voice was submissive, but his eyes burned with wanting.
"Well, we are in the front row, it is dark, and I am a bit flustered my Coqui..." She grinned evilly, knowing exactly what they both wanted.
"Mistress please... not with all the people..."
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