Night Beats Part 1 - The New Neighbour
#1 of Night Beats
Night Beats part 1 - The New Neighbour- By Fahrenheit Foxxx
Here is a new story that is inspired from my fascination with music and other...things..... This is about a night club DJ, a charming and friendly red panda called Stephen, who meets a grumpy female lawyer called Belle who is a fox. Stephen Sawyer and Belle Grayson belong to me and shouldn't be used without my permission. The lyrics used in this fic belong to Green Day. Roll on with da techno musique on da trax....dude :) (Words purposely misspelled for fun...)
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She woke with a start, finding the bedroom walls vibrating with terrible force. She sat upright as different beats and bass pounded her walls and shook the room with great force. The slender foxy slid out of her bed and padded over to the bedroom window. The noise was definitely coming from the neighbour's house. There was one problem though, there wasn't a neighbour in that house yesterday. She covered her tall foxy ears as a whole new wave of beats hammered the room. She ran to find her robe, pulled it out of the wardrobe and hastily tied it over her slender frame. She slipped on a cute pair of bunny slippers and stormed down the stairs to the kitchen. She opened the front door, not bothering to close it behind her.
She arrived outside the front door of the new neighbour's house, ready to give him/her a piece of her mind. She knocked on the door. She knocked again. She knocked harder. She felt really on edge at this point. She balled her paw into a fist and started slamming it against the front door, not caring how much it hurt her. The music was absolutely deafening, the floor vibrated below her feet and it was getting louder every so often. She went around the side of the house and got a sight of her prey. He was sitting in amongst a jungle of wires and cables, dozens of machines and amplifiers, cd players and vinyl players surrounded him. She could only see his back, but he looked like a painter hard at work, trying to create the next Mona Lisa, only with dj equipment. "Hey!" she started roaring and thumping on the window, but this was still to no avail.
The red panda was thoroughly enjoying himself, he was really getting into a good groove and felt he was getting close to a good song. He constantly fiddled with switches, knobs and buttons. Changing frequencies, bass and adding in or taking out sounds. He looked down on a shiny black surface of one of his vinyl players and saw an image of a very angry vixen pounding his window and roaring at the glass. He immediately stopped and ran to the front door. He opened it but was nearly pounced by the angry vixen. "Whoa, easy up there chick...no need to get worked up over me," said Stephen with a smile. "Get worked....listen jackass, what the hell do you think you are doing with that...that earthquake machine going on inside....," Stephen didn't have a clue what she was saying and so he heard: "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep," the reason for this was the massive ringing in his ears from the loud dj equipment in his living room. He started patting his ears in a vain attempt to improve his hearing. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" he said in the hopes of getting another chance at hearing what she said. "What kind of a goddamn jerk are you?!" the vixen could not believe this guy, she had a good look at him. He was in a pair of boxer shorts and crazy tie-die t-shirt with dozens of funky colours all over it. She couldn't help but stare at his deep red fur though, and he looked like he worked out, but only enough to give him a nice build. It wasn't too overly muscled but wasn't skinny either. He looked like something between a panda and a racoon, the very rare animal called a red panda. She broke out of her trance while looking at his gorgeous milky white fur that went under his neck and disappeared beneath his t-shirt. "Hey...are you ok?" he was about to say something else before she snarled at him. "Listen her you.." she said and he cut in "Stephen," "Right...Stephen....turn that goddamn music down or I'll call the cops. If ya don't, I'll get the landlord down here and get you evicted...ya hear me?" she grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and bore down into his blue eyes. He cowered back in fear and stuttered a "y-y-yes-s," before she let go of him and stormed off home again. "Whoa, what a fiery chick!!"
Belle walked along the driveway and footpath back to her house in utter fury. Halfway back to her house, the music started again and she nearly shred the inside of her mouth from all the teeth clenching she was doing.
She swivelled around on the spot, ready to go back to the house and give this Stephen guy a good mauling, when she noticed his garage door slightly ajar. She could just make out the shadow of a car that had some mental looking curves. She squinted some more to try and make out a giant spoiler at the back of it when her blackberry started ringing. She pulled the slim black device from her robe pocket., the smooth dark finish gleaming in the morning sunlight. It had a reminder put on it to tell her to get to the courthouse. "Oh...fuck I'm late!" Belle was never late for work, not even if she was sick. Hers was a job that demanded the utmost attention and work. She legged it back to her house, throwing off her robe as she got inside the door. She was quite athletic for someone who spent most of their day doing endless, tedious paperwork on court cases and trials. She managed to dress herself in a smart business suit with a dress to match while putting on makeup, but only enough to make her look someway professional.
She grabbed her designer purse, cellphone and blackberry and rushed out the door, not bothering to lock it.
She opened the door of her silver Mclaren/Mercedes SLR. She slammed the door shut, started it up and roared off down the road, nearly hitting a yellow schoolbus. She came to a crossroad with traffic lights. They turned red as she approached them. She didn't slow down and ran two sets of red lights. Dozens of drivers freaked out and blew their horns at her, some of the road ragers sticking their necks out the window and shouting curses at her. She motored on, doing ninety miles an hour down the street. Belle never really understood why she bought this car. In her subconscious, she yearned for the awesome power that this car supplied twinned with the sleek, beautiful German design. The long front of the car held a massive engine that roared and growled and she tore down the street. Upon seeing the courthouse, she braked hard and the powerful car screeched and wailed as it ground to a halt outside the marble steps of the courthouse. She burst out the door, slamming it hard and sprinting up the steps. She waved her I.D. card to security and swung open the large wooden doors, half walking, half running up the aisle of the courtroom. She reached the top, and sat down beside her client, breathing heavily and starting to sweat a little bit. One of the guards called out "All rise for the honourable judge Morton," a tall skunk in black robes entered the room and sat in his chair. "You may be seated. Court is now in session, the case of Wayland electronics versus Macmillan enterprises...." For long hours, she sat as the proceedings between rival companies went through their motions. Belle had really become sick of the case but was receiving thousands of dollars each week that she had been working on this case for the last seven months. Hence the German sports car.
What was basically happening was the two companies were suing the living daylights out of each other to get at the most market. It was only the company with the best lawyers and largest amount of money that was going to win this mini-war. Fortunately for Macmillan enterprises, Belle was on their side and was slowly but surely screwing and destroying Wayland. If they won today, she would get her final payment of a hundred thousand dollars and finally be rid of this tedious case once and for all.
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Stephen was absolutely wrecked from spending all morning playing with the new equipment he got. He lay on his tatty sofa, staring in wonder at all the possibilities these new machines could bring him. He rose to his feet, swaying a bit from the sudden head rush that he got. He sat on the leather stool, looking over the manuals that came with the equipment. They all had pretty standard stuff in them, so he tossed them in the bin and looked at all of his equipment. There was a Neve VR60 desk, Tube-Tech PE1C and GML 8200 EQs, Summit Audio TLA and UREI 1178 compressors. He also had [Munro M4 custom four-way soft-dome] monitors that were brilliant for making club records. Among the dozens of other machines were a TR 808, TB 303, SP 808, SP 1200, TR 909, MMT 8, EMU III, AKAI S5000 & S6000, JUNO 106 and a WURLITZER. He had spent thousands of dollars on this equipment and loved everything about them. He stretched his agile body, flexing the nicely built muscles. He decided to go for a walk outside. He threw on some casual clothes, a pair of black jeans and green day t-shirt. Stephen was big into punk rock as well as club, dance and techno music.
He emerged outside to the bright midday sunlight. He put on a pair of gold sunglasses and started strolling down the footpath, thinking of some new sets of beats to his songs that he could use. Thankfully, nobody really knows what he looked like. Even with all the chart smashing hits he had in the states and abroad, his personal life remained a mystery to all his fans. He was only known as Energizer. He got the odd letter from some crazed and obsessed fans, the ones who manage to find out where he lives, but they are only full of praise and love so this flattered him very much.
He noticed that Belle had left her front door open, something that could be very dangerous if it were left that way all day long. He shut it quietly, chuckling at the sight of the robe haphazardly thrown on the floor in the middle of the front hall. He found that the door could be opened quite easily and it worried him a lot. Just then, the paperboy threw the newspaper and it landed with a whack! on the back of Stephens head. He grumbled as he untied the elastic band and opened it out, looking at the front page. He got a surprise when he saw a picture of Belle on the front cover, alongside the owner of Macmillan enterprises, John Bruton. The article was about this morning's final court case that would resolve the bitter struggle between the rival companies. "Belle Grayson......Hamm," he decided that he should tell her about the front door and wasted no time in getting to his car. He pulled up the garage door, "Time to take my beautiful beast for a ride......"
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There were over seventy reporters and journalists outside the front doors as Belle and John strode out onto the marble steps. The whitewashed walls of the courthouse dazzled Belle's eyes in the intense summer heat and sunlight. Wave after wave of reporters fought to get their questions to Belle and John as they fought their way past them. The police managed to disperse the crowd soon afterwards and Belle was glad to get home and have a nice hot bath. She stopped just as she was about to open her car door when she noticed the red panda leaning against his car with a very smug smile on his muzzle. The car was a black Toyota supra, but it looked unrecognisable. It had the most outrageous body kit, with a massive red spoiler, big chunky exhaust out the back and the most artistic set of flame vinyl's across the car. It looked like the whole thing was on fire. "Well...It looks like I'm not the only one who likes a bit of speed in my car," he chuckled as he pointed to the speeding ticked slapped onto the windscreen. "What's it to you jerk? I was late if you must know, so it was this or be embarrassed on front of my client." She gave him a nasty snarl and got into her car, hastily starting it up and revving hard. "Hey! Wait a minute!" he jumped into his car and started following her. They both came to traffic lights, side by side.
He gestured to her through his open window for her to roll down her own windows. "What do you want now!" she was really getting sick of this guy, yet couldn't help staring at his formed body as he held out one arm on the steering wheel. "Listen, I'm really sorry about what I did this morning, I just had to try out the new equipment. Is there some way I can make it up to you?" he looked hopefully at her, and then remembered something. He fished around the dashboard for something and pulled it out. He threw a card across the space between their cars and it landed on her passenger seat. "I'm playing a gig tonight, maybe you'd like to come and....." Belle burst out laughing at the red panda's futile attempt of a peace offering. "How sad are you? There's no way in hell that I would come to some head basher club like this. You'll have to do better than that." Stephen knew his time was running out, the light would go green at any moment. He looked desperately at her as she inspected the V.I.P ticked to the most exclusive dancer club in the city with amusement. "Alright! I'll make you a deal, when these lights go green, we go for a drag race. The first one past the surfer shop is the winner. If you win, I'll pack up everything and leave you alone forever," he looked at her expectantly, "And if I lose?" she watched as his eyes darted from her to the traffic lights. "Then you have to come to the club tonight, casual summer wear, got it?" She mulled over this proposition in her head. "Deal!" she reached out and they both shook hands.
The lights went green.
The two cars tore from the street lights. They both accelerated hard as they stayed side by side as they reached a hundred miles an hour. The only reason that Stephen's Toyota was keeping up was because of the massive engine modification it got. An elderly she-wolf was hobbling across the road as the two furs were screaming down the tarmac at incredible speeds. Belle had to swerve out of the way to avoid the elderly wolf and the car swayed side to side in crazy fish-tail arcs from loss of traction. She regained control and pushed hard to catch up with Stephen. He made some rude gestures out the side of his window as she glowered at him in disgust. She had to go all out and show him what a punk he was.
Her foot pushed the pedal all the way down to the floor and the car overtook Stephen with mighty power. "Oh crap, sorry to do this to ya babe," he pressed on the nos button on the steering wheel. The little red light inside the rubber button came on and Stephen was transported into a world of adrenalin. Blue flames shot out of exhaust and would scorch anything behind him. Everything around him stretched narrow and went blurry as his car went into acceleration overdrive. The loud hiss of nitrous oxide being released from the tank behind him could be heard as it pumped into the engine and mixed with the gasoline. The engine was howling as it was pushed to its very limit and the black Toyota flew past Belle. It was all too much, Belle could never keep up with him and she braked hard, taking forever to stop from the high speed. She manoeuvred he car into a small back alley as eight cop cars rushed by, sirens blaring. All she saw was his car taking a sharp turn and disappearing off down a bypass road, the police wouldn't have a chance because he would eat them alive with the way he was driving.
She rested her head against the steering wheel in defeat, she never thought that a boy racer car could ever beat her own. She couldn't believe that she had accepted to race him. It was as if some animal deep down inside her had made a calling, a calling for her to be reckless and crazy. On the other paw, she felt a rush she hadn't felt for years as she waited for those lights to go green. She held the ticket in her paws and read it over once more. She had some pretty hot clothes in her wardrobe, but she didn't want to look like a hooker either. She decided she was going to have to enjoy this, after all, she deserved a *treat* from all the hard work she had done. She pulled out of the alleyway and headed home for a nice long shower.
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Stephen swerved the car into a waiting garage and leapt out the door. He was sweating profusely as he helped his friend slam down the garage door. "Oh no, my beautiful baby, why, oh god why?" Stephen knelt down beside a smashed up front bumper, the refined fibreglass bodywork crumpled up into a mess of its former glory. "Jesus! I knew I shouldn't have tried the alleyway..." he felt terrible remorse for his car as he patted its horrific wound. "Can you fix it Bobby?" Stephen turned to face a teenaged skunk who was dressed in grease and oil stained overalls, with a hefty tool belt wrapped around his waist. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years of age, but he acted like a real hard ass while his Dad wasn't around. "Well...it's going to be pricy enough," he scratched his chin in a way only a mechanic would do while he mulls over how to rip his customer off rather than assess the damage done to the vehicle.
Bobby was the son of one of the most exclusive and hidden car tuning shops in Darklake city. They liked to keep out of mainstream dealing because it would reveal too much about their shady dealings. They got all sorts of illegal imports from Japan, turbochargers, coolant systems, nitrous kits and so on. Stephen had gotten to know Bobby's father from street racing. His name was Ronny. Stephen had yet to beat Ronny in a race. The reason that Stephen lost so much against Ronny was because of the gold modified Ferrari that was kept under a large grey cloth. Stephen rarely liked to think how the car worked, now that Ronny had changed it so much. He had several theories that the thing ran on rocket fuel because it always left him eating the dust even before he had a chance to catch up to the mighty Italian machine. "Listen Bobby, just tell your dad that I got in a spot of trouble with the cops, and ran into a *couple* of trash cans along an alley. "He won't be very pleased about this, this is the fifth time in four months that you've done this to the supra," the skunk leaned against the wall as he cleaned off the large wrench in his paws. "Bah, I'm going to a gig tonight, just get it fixed please! Oh and don't forget your little job for later tonight," he left the garage with a big grin on his muzzle, leaving a thoroughly pissed off skunk behind him. He walked to his workplace by foot. He didn't have to worry about his car anymore. To Ronny, he was a "preferred" customer. After all, he made up about a third of Ronny's income, which the tuner couldn't afford to lose.
There he stood, on front of the third tallest building in the city. It wasn't a conventional building with its dozens and dozens of floors with office blocks. Instead, it held six massive halls, one on top of each other. Each floor was reinforced with steel and concrete to hold the massive loads of hundreds of furs in each hall.
He walked on through the swing doors with ease, blending in with the crowd, none of them realising their headlining act was walking right by them. He took the lift to the sixth floor. As he emerged, he saw incredibly long lines of furs queuing up for his concert. "Mr. Sawyer, the sound crew need you right away!" a burly bear in a black polo shirt and pants came rushing up to Stephen, ushering him to the backstage area. "Christ John! What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to break my cover?" a lot of furs started to take notice by now. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. "Hey it's him! Energizer!" a young brown otter in a group of other otters pointed Stephen out, very excited at his discovery. Stephen had never feared for his life like this. Hundreds of crazed fans came stampeding at him. "Oh fuck!" he ran away from the mob and clambered up a short flight of stairs, but not before a couple of photographers taking a few snapshots of a very frightened, twenty something year old panda wearing black jeans and a Green Day t-shirt. He slammed the door shut and john locked it. "Well done John, now everybody in the world will know who I am. You're a great agent, you know that?" he made his way to the dressing room with a load of worries on his mind. "Now the paparazzi know who I am? Will I ever get a day of peace? What about belle, now there's another reason for her not like to like me...." He tried to shrug off the terrible worries, on top of that, he was feeling very nervous about his performance tonight.
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She got a lot of whistles her way as she made her way through the crowd. Some furs were here for the hot chicks and guys, most were here to witness the techno majesty that is Energizer. Belle was starting to regret coming here, she was also starting to regret the unsavoury amount of vodka she drank at the bar before coming here. The hall looked a bit blurry as she made her way to the front of the anxious crowd. Some of the fans were a bit crazy. A young couple of foxes were both donned in energizer fur bleaches all around their bodies, the fur equivalent of a tattoo.
She couldn't believe herself as she made her way into the mosh pit. Fortunately for Belle, she was a fairly fir vixen and easily shrugged off drunken fans. She got to the front bar, feeling the squash of the crowd up against her back. The entire hall fell into darkness. The giant plasma screens on either side of the screens brought up neon green words that read "FeEl ThE EnErGiZeR" before fading away like wispy green smoke. The whole dance hall was rumbling as the massive sub woofers generated a mini earthquake. The fog machines fired green and red smoke onto the stage as a massive DJ set rose up out of the stage. The sound of slow vinyl scratching was heard as the smoke started to clear. Then they all saw the real him for the first time ever. He faced all of them, brought a vocorder-microphone up to his muzzle and roared into it "Scratch Worx!" the eerie robotic voice echoed across the hall before it was drowned out by the roaring, jeering and screaming of over three thousand furs. Massive deep bass beats pumped into the hall as the first song took off. It was soon accompanied with crazy vinyl scratching and techno melodies. Hundreds of furs around her jumped up and down as they showed their enthusiasm for the music.
Soon after the song was over, the laser machines were brought out. There was so much smoke that the lasers reached all around the hall. All colors of the spectrum were dancing and cutting throughout the room as the wild techno music blared all across the hall. Halfway through the concert, he slowed it down to just a simple beat and began talking into the microphone. "I have a new song for all of you guys out there tonight," there was a pause and then the crowd went wild again, all the females screams were heard the most.
Flashback****
"I think that should do it," said Steven as he finished up with the last bit of editing, three black wolves behind him looking very impressed with the hard work that Stephen had put in. "Wow, that's some pretty neat stuff Steve, I never really knew dance music could sound like that. Cool." The other two wolves agreed and shook his hand. "Sorry dude, but we got to go on a flight to Germany for the live 8 concert, thanks a lot," The wolf gave him a toothy grin, his unkempt black hair creeping over his eyes. "Thanks a lot guys, I'm really glad you took the time to do this, you won't regret it"
Flashback****
Stephen smiled as he briefly remembered that fond memory with one of his favourite bands in the world.
"This is a remix I did, in-studio with Green Day," the crowd went ballistic again, Stephen was glad a lot of people appreciated rock music also. "This is Jesus of Suburbia, Energizer remix!"
The three guitar riffs at the start of the song blared across the hall. They sounded like they were distorted and pushed to the very limit of fidelity. "I'm the son of rage and love, the jesus of suburbia, the bible of none of the above, on a steady diet of, soda pop and ritalin!" The lead singer of the band's voice sounded like it was run through different distortions and it sounded amazing. The drummer sounded like different frequencies of bass and every time a cymbal was hit it made a mad crashing noise. The song had been crafted into a perfect mix of rock and dance rather than the usual method of speeding up a rock song and adding a dance beat.
Belle was pretty astounded by Stephens work and was acting like the other crazed fans. The song finished and he was served up a joyous ream of cheering and whistling. Then he spotted belle in the front of the crowd. He couldn't help smiling, even though he was to keep the façade of a "cool" DJ. He ran down to the edge of the stage, the security swarmed near enough to him as he reached out his arm to Belle. She took his paw in hers and he hoisted her up onto the stage. Dozens of paws were raised in the air and he went to touch them, his adoring fans screaming in hysteria.
He had to shout really loud to get her to hear him. "Come with me, I'll show you something really cool". He brought her with him behind the gigantic console he was working at. It amazed her to see all the buttons and dials. He started a simple generated drum beat, and started telling her a few basic rules of techno music. She couldn't believe it. He was letting her play with him on one of the biggest nights in his career and she had been such a bitch to him. It was either the alcohol or something deep down that made her find this red panda extremely sexy and attractive to her. After a few songs, she got the hang of it and was pulling off a few techno grooves and rips by herself. The concert came to a climatic end, the hall was full of three thousand voices as the last of his great hits faded away.
Belle felt that now was the right time. She pulled him into a warm embrace, she pressed her muzzle against his. He was a bit surprised but got into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her gently and opened his mouth. She pushed her soft tongue and it met his rough pink flesh. She giggled at the sensation and found it very unique. He murred as she hooked her muzzle over his a bit more. A big pink heart of neon smoke was blown out of the fog machines, a very clever engineer felt he should add to this extravagant display. She looked into his hazel eyes, the love was radiating out of those beautiful moist orbs. He really felt something deep in his heart and his belly. Love perhaps? The whole crowd went "Aaaaaaaahhh.........." in a cute tone as they watched the furs kiss for the first time.
They went backstage, ravenously groping each other like horny teenagers and want to feel fur on fur. They ignored the managers and crew as they brushed past them to get to the V.I.P. car park. They slid into the silver Mercedes, holding each other for a while. Both were almost scared at the amount of feelings they were getting from each other. "Maybe we shouldn't rush into this," "Your place or mine?" she simply said. That really made his night.
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Just you wait till they get back home.......:)
To be continued........................
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